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spiderfunkz · 3 days ago

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MAMA, I'M CHASING A GHOST

pairings. cho hyun-ju x guard!reader

cw. femxfem, heavy angst, no happy ending, canon violence, mentions of a transphobic environment, mentions of hyun-ju's & reader's not so nice past, reader is implied to be dead by the end of this.

author's note: to the anon who sent this, are you okay? hehe, anyways i apologize for any mistakes that i made in this fic. i'm working on a lot of requests right now, but still feel free to send some of ur ideas! it just might take a while🫶🏻

you never really knew yourself.

for you, life felt like a long train ride with no destination. you've felt this way since you were just a child, but it was different then. you used to have a small spark of imagination and hope, but now that is long gone. you couldn't really pinpoint important memories of your past, you barely remember anything, it's just all just a blur.

but there is one thing that you still remember. something that you have yet learned to forget. it's the closest thing you have to happiness.

cho hyun-ju.

a person you met so unexpectedly. during a rainstorm where your parents had forgotten to pick you up from school, she was the only person that insisted on keeping you company. you didn't understand why she did that, you still don't understand it now. she was kindness personified. from that day on, she would keep you company at school, she was your first and only friend.

then, her hair was short, shorter than yours. she was tall, taller than you but only by a couple of inches. she always had a sweet smile, one you could never forget. it's depressing how hyun-ju is the only thing you could still recall without fail.

your friendship with her didn't change. not even until high school. you are still you, unfortunately. hyun-ju's changed, but she's still herself, fortunately.

she has expressed her struggles about her identity to you. you listened to her, you tried your best to understand, and you supported her. you ignored all the mean insults people would throw at you for being friends with her. you try to teach hyun-ju how to ignore them like you, but obviously it was harder on her.

you promised to always be on her side. to be there for each other no matter what. there was nothing that could keep you away from her. she was the light you needed in your life. one day, you give her the idea to run away. together. to finally be able to live the lives you've both wanted.

sadly, that idea was cut short.

you disappeared without a trace. hyun-ju didn't get a text, a call, or even a letter. she had so many questions, and there were no answers to them. she needed you, you knew that. and if you were given the chance to speak at her during those times, you'd say you needed her as well.

but you didn't, you couldn't. she thought you were gone, like gone gone. people speculated the same.

you wished you were, it would've been easier.

now, you work as something little you would refer to as a monster. you don't know what drove you into this but you were desperate. this was the only thing that gave you the money to continue living. a good amount of it too.

it's been a while since you've been doing this.. guard job. the guilt has built up like crazy. if there was something that managed to fill that guilt even more, you'd break.

and now you're feeling what it's like to break.

bastards. is what you wanted to say to the other guards for leaving you behind. now you're held hostage. at gunpoint. no weapon was near enough to defend yourself with, you are utterly helpless.

"take it off." the man demanded, you complied with barely any hesitation, you knew this was gonna be your last moments. you silently pray that you are wrong.

mutters and whispers were exchanged, you guess they weren't expecting a woman to be under the mask. "that too." he gestured to your hood, your identity was now revealed to everyone. they could see you clear as daylight.

everyone could.

that's when she noticed you. you looked less lively than you used too. hyun-ju only knew for sure that it was you when you accidentally locked eyes with her. the same eyes that saw her go through one of the toughest times of her teenage-hood.

you didn't know she was here. you didn't spot her at all throughout the games played so far. it wasn't your duty to hand out meals, or to guard the restrooms, this was the only time you interacted with the players.

"gi-hun, wait." her voice was stern, "give me a moment with her."

"hyun-ju," her name made your ears ring, "we cannot waste time. the guards will come back and we have to get moving."

"it will only take a bit. i swear."

she leveled to your height. you're on your knees, body tense, heart racing. she's on her knees too now, she's calmer than you are, but her heart is racing just as fast as yours.

"y/n?" you don't know how her voice still managed to sound so gentle with you.

though you refuse to make eye contact with her.

"is this where you are now?" her words managed to sting every part of you, you don't know how to respond. she must have so many questions.

"how long have you been doing this?"

"years." your voice was nothing but a whisper.

she's beyond disappointed. "do you remember me?" how could you forget her when she was the only good thing in your life?

you nod, rather cautiously, you could sense a gun being pointed at you still. "where were you? did you leave with the intention of joining this type of work?"

you shook your head.

"could you explain to me why? just a part of it." her eyes were focused on you, for a while, all she wanted to just hug you, to slowly brush your cheek, to tell you that everything is okay.

but she would be lying.

"i'm sorry." was all that came out of you. you wanted to say more, to tell how beautiful she looks now, how happy you are for her, but you couldn't. your voice didn't allow that.

"talk to me. we both know how this is going to end." her voice kept that gentle tone, even when she knows the impending doom you'd have to face. "we have very little time, y/n."

"i'm sorry, hyun-ju," saying her name felt painful. "i was young, stupid, and desperate. i didn't know how to tell you, or how i should say it. i was struggling, it's my fault i didn't communicate," you cry, you didn't care anymore, "i needed you, and i know that you needed someone too. but i couldn't imagine you needing me any further. i'm selfish, i know. but i felt like i was losing myself."

"and you didn't care to tell me? you thought it was better to leave without a word? to have me left alone while you knew i was still figuring things out?"

you stay silent.

she still waits for a response, but she quickly realizes she won't get one.

she looks at gi-hun, you realize his gun was still aimed at you.

"never mind." those were hyun-ju's last words to you, the last words engraved in your head, everything after that felt like mockeries from death.

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magicalrocketships · 1 day ago

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Flip flop for Where the Light is? Sorry for acting like a fan but i saw ur reblog and jumped at the chance

↻ FLIP FLOP: send me a scene from one of my fics and I’ll describe or write it from another character’s POV!

Where the Light is (Masterpost || AO3) AKA the one where Max gets pregnant.

Except, this time: Daniel's POV (part 1/2, I didn't mean for it to turn into something but then I got tired)

Daniel I have some news for you so please call me back Daniel deletes the voicemail.

Where the light was

Daniel I have some news for you so please call me back

Daniel deletes the voicemail.

You have not called me back Daniel and now it says your voicemail is full so I will text you instead to tell you to call me

Daniel sees the notification pop up just under the last missed call from Max. That's five calls now since the last time Daniel swept the notifications away.

He doesn't want to talk to Max. He doesn't want to talk to anyone. He turns the volume down to nothing and switches vibrate off.

Sometimes he'll look at the phone on the coffee table and see the screen light up with another message, another call, another notification. He doesn't pick his phone up. Eventually they'll stop.

I need to tell you something daniel and I can see your read receipts are on so text me back

Daniel googles 'how to turn read receipts off'. He follows the instructions. He's okay. He just— there's a lot going on. It's complicated. There are lawyers. Contracts to unravel. Partnerships to end. He's tired. There isn't a space for racing and people who race in his life right now. It's a door he's got to close for his own survival.

You have turned your read receipts off but you are still not texting me back and it is important daniel

Daniel doesn't call Max back. He doesn't call Max, he doesn't text him, he doesn't come back to Monaco, and he doesn't read or reply to his Instagram DMs.

He goes back to the farm. Someone takes over his inbox and sends him meeting invites to a new, private email and he shows up to them when he's required to. He runs a lot. Bikes a lot. Answers one message or one call from his parents per day, as agreed.

It's okay. He'll be okay. There's a whole world out there, a future that's just waiting for him. It's okay to close the curtains for a while, though. Know the world's out there waiting for him. When he's ready.

He's just not ready yet.

Scotty messages him to say that Chloe got asked by Lance who got asked by Max to make him get in touch. He texts Scotty back it's on my list.

There's a lot of stuff on his list. He calls his therapist. She's been waiting for him to get in touch. He books in two sessions, and gets out the yoga mat again. He stretches. He talks.

Max keeps on messaging him. They're all much the same. He hopes Daniel is okay. He wants to talk. Can Daniel call him back please.

Daniel doesn't have it in him to talk about racing. He doesn't have it in him to know that Max is carrying on when he's pulled off the track and won't be getting back on it. He knows Max deserves better.

He doesn't let himself think about that one night they spent together, the one where Daniel had been drowning in hope, in promises, in a future. He'd wanted more than just that one night. He'd wanted that future, the one he'd dreamed about, him and Max and racing and everything else.

It's all right that things end. It's the natural ebb and flow of life. He wouldn't have been racing forever, anyway. There would always have been a last race, a last season, a last car. His therapist tells him it's okay to have feelings about how it played out, though. Daniel has feelings. He's mad, he's sad, he's disappointed and embarrassed and lost.

He doesn't want to get stuck as well as lost, though. He's always been an adventurer. There's always been something to reach for. He's just got to figure out what.

"You've got time," his therapist tells him. "You don't have to decide today."

That's good, Daniel thinks, because he's got no idea what's next.

His phone rings in the middle of the night. He answers blearily, without thinking. He'd turned the volume up after weeks of it being on silent. The ringer is so loud in the quiet of the night. He reaches for his lamp.

It's— it's Max. The angle's weird. He's holding his phone up to talk into it, but his eyes are closed like he hadn't realised he was FaceTiming, like he was just going to talk into the mic. He's lying down. That's a— that's one of those shitty medical beds like they have in the medical centre trackside, complete with the shitty tearaway paper sheets. It's Brazil weekend and that's a medical bed.

Daniel's heart pounds.

He has to tune back into what Max is saying: "—There is a baby, Daniel. Our little baby. I tried and I tried to tell you. I didn't tell anyone else but now they will be finding out. I don't know if it is me that is not well or if it is the baby. I want it to be me."

Daniel says, "Max?"

Max opens his eyes. He looks exhausted and pale and washed out and ill. He touches his thumb to Daniel's face through the phone screen.

"Max," Daniel says again.

"I don't feel well," Max says. "They are taking me to hospital."

"Max," Daniel says.

"Our little baby won a race," Max says. "I am going now."

The phone goes fucking dead.

Daniel calls him back. It goes unanswered. He calls again. Unanswered.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.

Daniel googles. He calls Max, over and over, but there's no answer. He reads peoples tweets and reddit posts about Max's win, about his fourth world championship, about him supposedly being ill and needing help out of the car and the weird, disjointed way he'd looked on the podium, not even picking up his champagne bottle, and how someone had come to offer Max help off the podium and down the stairs. The rumours and the news of him being taken to the medical centre, and then to hospital. He turns the TV on then off again. Dawn comes. Daylight. A new day. He messages Max. Nothing.

Then: I am coming to Perth. We will need to go to a baby doctor.

Daniel sits down. What the fuck. A baby. Their baby? A baby. All this time, a baby.

A call from his parents. He answers it hoping that it's Max, then he has to try and explain that Max is coming to them. Has to ask them how to find a baby doctor. There are calls to Blake, to someone who might know something, texts to people Daniel hadn't wanted to talk to ever again. Eventually, someone in Raymond's office. A time. Details of where Max's jet will be landing. Questions about whether Daniel will meet him or if alternative arrangements have to be made.

The whole time Daniel feels like he's having an out of body experience. He goes to his parents' place and they look at him with the same confusion and concern as is probably mirrored on Daniel's face. Knowing Max discharged himself. That he's flying across the world when he should still be in hospital in Brazil. It's too much. They're going to come meet Max's plane with him. They're going to drive.

"Jesus," Daniel says, when he sees Max, who's barely managing to stand. He's never seen Max look anything like this bad. Pale and weak and exhausted and touching his stomach, where there's a baby. Where there is their baby. God, maybe he misunderstood. Don't get hopeful. Don't wish for anything. He might have got it wrong.

He trails his parents to the car. He's trying to catalogue everything that's different about Max. He has to help Max get into the back of the car. Has to help him with his seatbelt. His hands shake.

Max looks at him. He says, "The baby is okay, Daniel, they said so. I am just tired."

Daniel says, "You're a real fucking idiot, Max," and he can't help but hold on to Max's hand really fucking tight as his mum tells them they're going to the hospital.

Max doesn't argue. He looks like there's nothing holding him together but willpower. "I thought you would like it if the baby was born here," he says. "I was picking a place for the baby to be born and I thought you would like it if it was here."

Daniel is going to fucking sob. He's going to break down and cry.

Max shakes his head. "You didn't answer your phone. I kept trying."

"I'm sorry," Daniel says. "I'm so sorry. I couldn't be anywhere where racing was. I didn't know it was more important."

"I told the baby you would love them but you just needed to know about it." He leans his head back against the head rest.

It's too much. It's another thing he's failed at. He should have answered Max's calls. He should have known it wasn't about racing, that it was more important, that Max needed him. That there was a baby, their baby, and Max was trying to tell him.

The punishment, Daniel supposes, is finding out like this.

Daniel holds Max's hand the whole way to the hospital.

#where the light is #fic fic tumblr fic #maxiel #choo choo #the mpreg train is leaving the station #(again)#(except this time it's just from Daniel's pov)#my fic

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reesespeanutbutterfuck · 2 days ago

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"pinky promise?" caleb x reader

promises are just... always meant to be broken.

pairing: caleb x GN!reader

cw: short fic, comfort, communicating with each other, mentions of light injuries, very short angst toward the end

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The sound of crickets are all that could be heard in the neighborhood as you limped your way home. You don’t usually come home this late at night. It’s just you fully intended to avoid Caleb at all costs. Every time, after your mission ends, let’s just say, sometimes when luck is on your side you end up unscathed, other times—well, more often than not, you don’t.

Today was just one of those unlucky days. And even more so that it completely went past your head that it was the first day of Caleb’s day off and you were more than certain he was home. It took a lot of effort just to stand and walk still. Looking at yourself in a puddle, you were reminded of the fact that you looked like shit right now. Like a ragdoll that got tossed around. Those wanderers really did you dirty.

You did everything you could do to pass the time and make sure Caleb is asleep and you won’t run into him looking like this. Staying at the headquarters hours overtime and sitting on a convenience store bench staring at nothing. When you opened the door to the house, being as quiet as possible, you looked around first to see if the coast was clear. You almost heave a sigh of relief seeing that the lights are dim and Grandma or Caleb were nowhere to be seen.

Almost.

“You were out late, Pipsqueak. Finally you remembered you have a home.”

Caleb's tall figure emerges from the kitchen door. Your shoulders hunched up upon hearing the seriousness in his voice. Shoot. You cursed yourself in your head. You composed yourself and did your best to stand up straight.

“Why are you still up? Aren't you tired from travelling all the way here from Skyhaven?”

“I just finished washing the dishes. Gran was worried sick about you all night. If I hadn’t put her to sleep she’d be up waiting for you ‘til sunrise.”

He closed the distance between the two of you and you almost flinched when he stood there right in front of you. You averted your eyes and tried your best to act normal. You were thankful at least that the main lights were out and only the dim lit ones were on. You pray he doesn’t see your wounds and bruises all over.

You cleared your throat, not minding your aching limbs. “I just went drinking with friends. It’s been a long day and I’m really tired.”

“Really…” he lifts your chin with the side of his finger. “Do you always come home with a busted lip when you drink with your friends? 'Cause if you do, I might have a little chat with them.”

“I… How did you see…?” You cover the corner of your wounded lip with your hand. Does he have night vision?

“20/20 vision is required in the field of aviation.” he motioned you to sit on the sofa. You would’ve protested if your legs didn’t feel like it was about to give out any time.

You sat yourself down on the sofa. You hear Caleb fumble something from the cabinets before he follows behind and sits by you. He pried your face towards him while holding your chin and looked closely at the wound at the corner of your lip, his expression remained stoic.

You tried to read his mind, but the thoughts behind his eyes were far too difficult to decipher. He started cleaning the wound with a gauze pad and putting antiseptic ointment from the first aid kit.

Still avoiding eye contact, your voice shook while trying to find the words to say. When you opened your mouth, that's when everything went off like a word vomit.

“Caleb, I’m sorry for worrying you. I can take care of myself. I’ve been a really heavy burden to you and I know you’re already tired enough as it is. I really, really don’t want to cause you any more problems.” you uncomfortably shifted, removed his hand on your cheek and turned your head away from him. “Believe me, I tried so hard to get off without a scratch. But I’m also really not in the mood for nagging right now, you can tell me off as much as you want tomorrow morning, just not ton–”

You were cut off when your childhood friend silently cradled your cheek with a gentle touch and made you look at him. Your mouth gaped when you saw how somber his expression looked, the shine of his eyes reflecting the dim lights that illuminated the living room.

“Do you really feel that way?” Caleb’s voice cracked. “You’ve never been a burden, nor will you ever be.” his sapphire eyes looked apologetic as he reassured you. “And I'm sorry about the nagging. I didn't mean to. I... just don’t want to see you in this state, ever. I would never want you to feel like you’re always being interrogated and scrutinized. I know you’re doing your best and you’re exhausted. You shouldn't feel guilty about something you don’t have any control on, and I’m very sorry for making you feel that way.” he brushes his thumb comfortingly on your cheek.

“I…” you paused, not knowing what to say. You held his hand on your cheek. Your lips quivered before you finally went for it and hugged his torso. Your arms wrapped under his arms and around him, the side of your face pressed up against his chest, inhaling his cologne. It felt like a sanctuary to be in his arms.

Caleb looked down at you, immediately reciprocating the affection, wrapping his arms around you too.

“Hmm? What is this?” He caressed your hair.

“I’m just lucky to have you.”

“What, because I’m the only one you can talk to?” he jokes.

You looked up at him. “You’re the only one.”

The way you said it caught him off guard. He quickly pulled it together. “Yeah, yeah enough with the flattery.” he dismisses but he doesn’t mean it, wrapping his arms tighter around you and comfortably resting his chin atop your head. “There, there. I’m sorry again for making you feel like you’re always walking on eggshells. I know well that you can't control the nature of your work. It was insensitive of me. If there’s someone I want to be, I want to be someone whom you can trust.”

You’d trust him with your life, anytime, anywhere.

You melted in his arms. You felt secured for the first time in forever you didn’t think you’d end up in your childhood friend’s arms tonight. God, you missed him so much.

You were completely oblivious to the fact that Caleb was just as head over heels to see you back at Skyhaven that he stayed awake tonight because he can’t wait to see you. There's not a single day he didn't yearn for you while he was away. Of course it pained him to see you hurt.

“Promise me you’ll try not to get hurt as often.” Caleb’s large hands rubbed your back.

“Sure, in one condition.” you withdrew from the hug and faced him, feigning a serious face.

He chuckles, “You haven’t changed at all, Pipsqueak. What would that be? Don’t worry about the chores and cooking. You can count me on that.”

“No, not that.” you broke your composure for a second before returning to your dead serious face. “Promise me you won’t abandon me, ever. I want to see you everyday when I come home. I would crumble if you vanished suddenly without a trace. I’ll bite you if you leave me.”

Caleb paused before he smiled warmly. “...Okay. I promise I’ll never leave you, you can never get rid of me, anyway.”

Caleb ruffled your hair and lifted his pinky to further swear. You stared at his pinky and immediately got the cue. You connected your pinky with his as a pinky promise.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You held onto his word with every fiber of your being.

You shouldn’t have.

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#love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x you #lnds caleb #lnds rafayel #lnds zayne #lnds xavier #lnds sylus #lnds #lads caleb #caleb x reader #caleb lads #love and deep space #fics #x reader #imagines

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quintessenceofdust88 · 3 days ago

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Life is Changin' Tides 🌊

There's a tsunami going on. Tommy is at work and thinks his daughter is safe and away from it. She's not, but there's a guardian angel watching over her.

(okay y'all, here's the first chapter of tsunami fic, now put together, edited and finished! Originally it's only meant to be 3 chapters, but who knows? Certainly not me hehe. I hope you like it! 💙💙)

There is water everywhere, and Tommy has never seen anything like it. The Saint Monica pier is completely submerged and, from the chopper, he can barely see the tip of the Ferris wheel. There are red boats from the LAFD scattered around, and the air ops have been ordered to hover around and await for further instructions.

“Wow” His co-pilot, a probie named Monroe, exclaims. He's looking down at the wreckage, and Tommy imagines it's the first time he comes across something like this. “I was at the pier with my girlfriend just last week, can you believe that?”

“I know what you mean”, Tommy says distractedly, bringing the chopper closer to the chore with an eye out for light beacons or other signs of someone looking for help. “I brought my daughter here three days ago”

“Aw, man, you have a daughter? I didn't know that!” Monroe says, and Tommy can't help but smile a little as the face of his five-year-old comes to mind.

“Yeah, Genevieve. She's five” He says, fidgeting with the controls to gain some attitude on the bird to make sure they’re not missing anything “We were supposed to come back to the pier next Saturday, she saw this unicorn plushie and I promised to try to win it for her next time”

“Guess you’ll just have to buy it somewhere else” He says, and Tommy chuckles, already imagining how Vivie would react to that.

“Nah, Vivie would say it’s not the same because we didn’t win it. She’s too smart for her own good; well, actually for my own good”

Tommy realizes this is the most he’s talked to the probie ever since they started working together a few weeks ago. Trust him to turn into a chatterbox when the best thing in his life is involved.

“Yeah, I get you, I have a seven-year old son who’s already smarter than me” He says, and a fond smile takes over his face; Tommy is pretty sure he looks besotted just like that whenever he talks about his daughter. “It’s good to know they’re safe when we’re out there like this, isn’t it?”

“Yeah” Tommy easily agrees, his eyes scanning the water for people moving; unfortunately, there isn’t much they can do for those who stopped moving, at least not until the water goes down.

Vivie is with her uncle Sal today, and Tommy’s pretty sure she’s having the time of her life. Sal lives far away from the shore, so he knows he has nothing to worry about, which lets him focus on the task at hand.

If he had to worry about Genevieve in the middle of all this, he’s pretty sure he would have crashed his helicopter already.

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It's nearing sunset when Captain Williams sends orders for Tommy and Monroe to go down. Between hazard recognition and air rescues, they've been on and off for ten hours, and now they're mandated to take a break. Tommy's shift is over by now, and he'd probably offer to stay if necessary, but he can't; Sal's probably itching to go to his own station and help out, and Tommy's itching to see Vivie. He's rescued his fair share of children, and it's making him want to have his own safe in his arms and under her llama blanket.

Tommy changes into his civies, and for the first time in the day, has time to check his phone. When he sees seventeen missed calls from an unknown number, the last one less than ten minutes ago, a chill runs down his spine. In any day, this could mean something bad, but today? Monumentally bad.

As he's gathering the courage to return the call, his phone rings again, and it's the same number. With trembling hands, Tommy picks up.

“H-hello, this is Kinard” He says weakly.

“Mr. Kinard? I am calling from a field hospital that's been raised for the tsunami victims. Are you familiar with a Mr. Salvatore de Luca? We found your number as the last called on his cellphone”

Tommy recalls the phone call they had this morning before he dropped Vivie off at Sal's house, and his heart skips a beat, a rising sense of panic taking over his chest.

“Y-yes, I'm familiar. What's his situation? And Genevieve's?” Tommy cuts to the chase, his hand gripping the phone like a lifeline.

“Mr. Salvatore was brought to us unconscious and with a head injury, Mr. Kinard. We have patched up the wound, but he hasn't woken up yet. We think he might feel more comfortable if you are here when he does”

Tommy's panic doesn't subside, not even a little bit. Sal is hurt enough to be unconscious, and Tommy desperately wants to rush to his side, but first he needs to know…

“Right, I'm on my way, but how is Genevieve?” He asks, his car keys in his hand already. Monroe, who's in the locker room as well, frowns at him when he notices Tommy's rush. “My daughter who was with Sal. Is she okay?”

The woman takes time to answer. Too long. Long enough that Tommy assumes the worst, his breath becoming quick paced and erratic.

“Mr. Kinard, I am so sorry, but Mr. De Luca was found alone. There was no child with him”

Tommy is not aware of how he ended the call. Next thing he knows, he's sitting on the locker room bench, with Monroe giving light taps to his face.

“Kinard, are you with me?! Kinard!” He exclaims, his voice panicked, and Tommy blinks up at him, still in shock.

“I'm fine. I'm fine” Tommy tells him, his voice hoarse and sounding like it's coming from miles away.

“You scared me for a minute there, man” He says, his eyes widened. “What happened?”

What happened is that Tommy's world has just crumbled from one minute to the next. Sal must be severely hurt. And Vivie is missing.

Genevieve, his little girl, the love of his life, was caught in a tsunami, and the best case scenario is that she's lost in the LA streets all alone, scared and maybe hurt. And the worst case scenario… no. Tommy can't even think of it. Just the thought of it is enough to make his heart fill with despair.

“I… I gotta go” He tells Monroe, getting up once he's sure his legs won't give out from under him, moving towards the door.

“Woah, woah, Kinard” Monroe puts a hand on his shoulder. “I'm not letting you leave like this, man, you look like you've seen a ghost”

Tommy takes his hand off his shoulder, urgency creeping up on his chest.

“I have to go” He says again, more forcefully this time, a slight tremble on his voice. “It's my daughter”

“What about your daughter?!” Monroe asks urgently, but Tommy doesn't have time to explain. “Kinard, you're not telling me… you said she was safe!”

Tommy closes his eyes at those words, willing the tears of fear and regret away. She was supposed to be safe; he doesn't know how or why Vivie and Sal ended up getting caught in the tsunami, but he needs to find them.

“I thought she was” He admits. “But I will find her”

Monroe looks at him, and an understanding passes between them. The man nods at him, squeezing Tommy's shoulder.

“I… I'd offer to go with you, but you know I might be needed here”

“I know. Thank you anyway”

“Good luck out there, Kinard. I… I hope she'll be okay”

“She will be” Tommy says, more to himself than to Monroe, and then he's gone, rushing to his car in a heartbeat.

And Tommy is not a man of faith, but at this point he can only hope some kind of guardian angel finds his daughter and keeps her safe.

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Buck is exhausted.

His leg hurts, his mouth tastes like sea water, he has no idea if what’s running down his face is water, sweat or blood, and he needs to sleep. Good God, he needs to sleep.

But he can’t. He has to find Chris. He’s his responsibility, and he has to find him. He has no idea how long he’s been looking, but he won’t stop for anything until he finds him, not unless he’s dead.

“Help! Help!” Buck hears a small voice that makes him stop in his tracks. It sounds like a child; a young child at that, definitely younger than Chris, probably a girl.

“Hello?!” He calls back, his ears trained to listen to the voice again and locate where it’s coming from. In this region where he is now the water has gone down to ankle level, but there is a lot of rubble around.

“Hello?! Help me, please!” The child calls again, and Buck looks around until he spots her, stranded on top of a ruined pick-up truck, a few feet away from him. Buck rushes to her; she’s not too above him, he will probably be able to catch her no problem, even with his arms stinging from exhaustion as they are.

It’s indeed a little girl, she can’t be older than six; her light yellow summer dress is wet and covered in grime and leaves, and so is her hair which is styled in two well done pigtails; her arms are wrapped around a bright unicorn plushie. She’s looking down at him, her deep blue eyes filled with fear, a few tears running down her red cheeks. It breaks Buck’s heart.

“Hey!” Buck says; he doesn’t see any injuries, but he won’t move her until he’s sure. “I’m gonna help you, ok? Are you hurt?”

“N-no…” She tells him with a sniffle. “But Uncle Sal is, and the water took him, and I didn’t see him anymore! And…. And I wanted to go after him, but Daddy always says I should wait for rescue if bad things happen!...”

She’s starting to cry again, and Buck thanks the universe for whoever is the sensible parent of this child, because even if she isn’t hurt now, she would be if she had tried to get down on her own.

“Okay, kiddo, first of all let’s get you down here safely. Then you can tell me about your uncle Sal, alright? What’s your name?” He asks her.

“Genevieve Kinard” She recites dutifully. “But you can call me Vivie”

Buck has the faintest impression there's something familiar about that name, but he shakes it off, not having time to think about it right now. He nods at her with what he hopes is a kind smile even though exhaustion is starting to creep its way into him once again. He’s losing precious time in his search for Chris, but he can’t just abandon a little child; he knows that, if someone found Chris in the middle of all of this, he’d want them to keep him safe.

“Okay, Vivie. I'm Evan, but you can call me Buck” He tells her, and then raises his arms toward her. “Alright, Vivie, you’re gonna have to be super brave, because I'm gonna ask you to jump, and then I'll catch you. Do you think you can do that?”

It wouldn't be unreasonable for her to be scared; the situation is stressful, and the top of a pick-up must feel quite high for a little girl. But she nods without hesitation, scooching closer to the edge of the pick-up and looking down at him.

“Kinda like playing toss?” She asks, and Buck can only assume that’s a game someone plays with her, and he hopes to God it’s similar to what he’s planning to do.

“Yeah, kiddo, kinda like playing toss. Are you ready?” He asks, and Genevieve nods at him. However, when she prepares for jumping, she whimpers and scooches back, her plushie still firmly in her arms.

“It… It’s scary, mr. Evan” She says, her voice trembling.

“I know, Vivie, I know it’s scary, honey” He says, frantically thinking of a way to help her feel more comfortable. “Here, let’s do it like this: why don’t you throw me your unicorn friend first? Then you’ll see it’s safe. How’s that?”

She looks at the plushie and back at him, a small whimper escaping her lips, and she hugs it close, shaking her head.

“I… I want uncle Sal” She says with a small sob. “I want my Daddy!”

Buck is on the verge of despair. They can’t be wasting time; there hasn’t been another wave for hours, but the way things have been, he doesn’t entirely discard it, and he wants to find Christopher before it happens, or before anything else happens to his best friend’s son. But at the same time, how can he be mad at her? He is scared and exhausted, and he’s freaking twenty-eight; how worse must it feel for a little girl?

“Genevieve” Buck says, as gently as he can, coming closer to her, his hands raised as if he’s talking to a scaredy little cat. “I… I know it’s super scary, ok? Everything that happened today was scary. I… I want to help you find your uncle Sal. I want to help you find your Daddy. But we have to get out of here. I’m gonna need you to be brave”

Genevieve sniffles a little, her nose still buried in the bright fur of the unicorn. It must be wet and smelling like sea water, but she’s holding to it like a life line.

“D-daddy always says that I’m his brave g-girl…” She says with a small hiccup, and Buck once again has to thank the universe for the good parenting this girl’s dad seems to practice.

“I am sure he does; I just met you and I can see you’re a super brave girl. What’s your plushie’s name?”

“D-doesn’t have one yet… Uncle Sal called it Marsh… Cause it looks like a marshmallow” She says, and Buck nods.

“Alright, baby. So let’s get Marsh down here and then you, ok? C’mon, you can be brave for me. I know you can”

This time, when she scooches closer to the edge again, Genevieve doesn’t whimper. She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes, and then she’s dropping her unicorn plushie. Buck promptly catches it with both his hands, and the plushie which is supposedly brand new is grimy and heavy from water, like everything else in a fifteen mile ratio. He puts it beside his throbbing leg, trying to ignore the dull ache that’s creeping up. He doesn’t have time for a clot right now.

“That’s a good girl. Now you. Do you want me to count to three?”

“Yes, please…” She says, and Buck can see she’s afraid, but determined.

“Alright, Vivie, here we go: one, two, three!”

By the time Buck reaches three, she closes her eyes and jumps, falling straight into his arms. She's light and fits perfectly against his chest, and Buck holds her close, sighing in relief.

“There you go, you're safe” He tells her, a tentative smile on his face as he puts her down.

“Can we go find uncle Sal now?” She asks, her dark blue eyes filled with worry. “I think he's really hurt, mr. Evan, ‘cause he promised to come back for me and he didn't! And uncle Sal never breaks promises! Please help me find him, mr. Evan, please!” She pleads, and she hugs his legs, pressing her face against his thighs, sobs wrecking her small body.

Buck's heart squeezes when he hears that. He also broke a promise; he promised to keep Christopher safe, and he didn't. He wonders if Genevieve's dad will hate Sal as much as Eddie will hate him, and then decides he'll do everything in his power to stop that from happening.

He picks Genevieve up, rubbing her back, trying to soothe her, feeling completely out of his depth. She rests her head against her shoulders, sniffling a little.

“Hey, hey, everything's alright, Vivie” He says, though he's not sure anything is alright with the world at the moment. “We'll find your uncle Sal, ok? I am sure he's trying his best to come back to you”

“H-how do you know?” Genevieve asks in a small voice as Buck puts her down; usually he'd be able to carry a girl this little for hours on end, but not today. As soon as she's down, she's picking her unicorn up, hugging it tightly against her chest.

“Because I know, baby” He reassures her, and when she still looks doubtful, he sighs. “I… I'm also looking for someone. A little boy who's super brave, just like you. His name is Christopher. I… I promised him to come back, just like your uncle Sal promised you. And that's what I'm doing”

“So… so we find uncle Sal and Christopher together?” She asks hesitantly, and Buck offers his hand to her.

“That's right, Vivie. Together”

Genevieve trembles slightly, looking at his hand, but then she looks at his face and puts her own small one inside it. Buck squeezes it, trying to gather a little bit of her courage, and the two of them walk away from the wreckage. Buck has no idea where they're going, but he knows for a fact he won't let go of Genevieve until she's safe with her uncle, or her dad, or someone she trusts.

He won't fail one more kid today.

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sturniololuvrer · 1 day ago

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𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔…𝙱𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚎 — 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚘 18+ 𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 (1/?)

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: shy!, virgin! Matt x fem! reader

𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝: you and the triplets are practically best friends, you met them in LA, where you live. You and Matt unknowingly have feelings for each other, so when they go back to Boston for a whole month, you both realize how strong your feelings really are…

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: fluff, smut, male masturbation.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 1,729

𝚊/n: This is my second fic ever! I’m still working on the way I write my plot, but other than that I think I’ve improved! This will be most likely only be two parts…it just depends on how much I decide to write lol. The next part should be out soon…enjoy! xx

You hear the knock on the door of your apartment that you’ve been dreading. Nick, Matt, and Chris are going back to Boston to see their family for an entire month and they’d just arrived to say goodbye to you. You quickly check your appearance in the mirror before padding out of your room to the front door.

You open the door and they file in, the morning light cascading a golden glow on the white walls of your living room. They don’t bother sitting since they’re on their way to the airport already. Nick breaks the silence and hugs you. He was the reason you became friends with all of them in the first place, so you’re closer to him.

“I wish you could come with us.” Nick mutters into your hair with a huff. “Me too…” You say softly as he pulls away. “I couldn’t just get a whole month off of work though.” You snicker softly, trying to lighten the mood. They all chuckle at that and Chris chimes in. “Yeah…I guess that’s the perks of us being our own bosses.”

When he finishes his sentence, he walks up and hugs you as well. As Chris hugs you, you catch Matt’s eyes over his shoulder. He quickly averts his gaze, his cheeks dusting a soft pink. Chris pulls away and sighs, “Okay…we have a flight to catch…”

You nod softly and Nick speaks up. “We’ll text you or call you all the time…well I will at least…” You smile at him, thankful to have a friend as sweet as him. Nick gives you one more quick hug before he and Chris walk out the door.

You think for a moment that Matt might just walk away and leave you here without saying a word, but when he gets to you he wraps his arms around your waist and hugs you as tight as he can without hurting you. You can’t help but gasp at his suddenness, feeling electric shocks everywhere he’s touching.

You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him back. After a while, he pulls away, his cheeks red as he realizes what he did. “S- sorry…I’m just gonna miss you…” He says softly, still avoiding your gaze. You smile up at him. “I’ll miss you too…you text me, okay?”

He nods quickly. “We’ll all text you. I promise.” As he finishes, you both hear Nick shouting from the car. “Let’s go, Matt! We’re gonna miss our flight!” Matt’s eyes widen as if he forgot he has somewhere to be. He quickly pulls you into another hug.

“Bye…We’ll tell you when we board and land.” You nod softly as he pulls away. “Okay…have fun. See you later…” He gives you a smile before walking out the door and getting in the car. Nick hangs his head out the back window, waving and yelling goodbyes as Matt starts to drive, making you laugh and do the same as they disappear. You stand in the doorway for a few moments before sighing and heading back inside.

About a week later, you’re lying in your bed on your day off, staring at the ceiling. You’d usually be hanging out with the triplets on days like this, but they’re still in Boston. You huff, you thought you’d be missing Nick the most, but all you can think of is Matt. You’ve had feelings for him for so long, but you never thought you’d be in a state like this where you weren’t able to ignore them. But right now, for some reason, all you want to do is be near him.

You start to get frustrated, not liking the feelings coursing through you. So, you decide to text one of your friends. You ask if she wants to go out with you and she immediately agrees, rushing to your house.

Your friend does your makeup for you, saying she’s doing her signature ‘getting laid’ look. You groan at that, but let her do as she pleases. She helps you do your hair, leaving it down and just fixing it up. She picks out the shortest, tightest dress in your closet and pairs it with your black heels.

Once your friend deems that you’re ready, she begs you to make a TikTok with her. You begrudgingly agree and she sets her phone up on your vanity and makes you show off your outfit, spinning you around and showing you off like her prized possession as you laugh. You let her post it, thinking nothing of it and you pack your purses and head out to some new club she wants to go to.

Matt is relaxing in his room before bed since it’s later at night for him. He’s mindlessly scrolling through his TikTok feed, bored. His interest is piqued when he sees the video your friend made of you two.

His jaw hangs open at the sight of you and his eyes practically bug out of his head. He’s had feelings for you for some time, but he’s never felt the need to act on them…until now. He doesn’t understand how the 10 second clip of you does it, but he feels a stirring in his pants as he watches it over and over.

After a while, he opens up his messages app, quickly texting you. “Hey, what’re you doing rn?” Your phone buzzes in your purse as you’re sitting at the bar at the club, sipping on a drink. You take it out and your heart skips a beat at the sight of his name.

You open the message, quickly typing a response. “Hey! I’m at the club with my friend. What’s up?” You send a picture of yourself from an angle above your head to show him where you are. You think it’s just a friendly gesture, oblivious to the fact that the top of your tits are pushing out of your dress in perfect view and your thighs are out on display from the short dress, squished slightly from the stool you’re on.

Matt’s mouth goes immediately dry at the sight and he just stares at the photo in shock for what feels like hours. He starts to shakily type out an answer as that previous stirring in his pants turns into an insistent throbbing.

He groans, just giving a haphazard response to end the conversation. “Oh that sounds nice! Have fun and be safe!” You heart his message before sliding your phone back into your purse and going on with your night.

He immediately pulls the picture you sent back up. He feels guilty for it, but he zooms in on your tits, his cheeks flushing. He bites his lip softly, his hips shifting slightly as his pajama pants start to get uncomfortably tight.

Matt swallows hard, his cheeks darkening more as he feels even worse about how hard he’s getting. You’re one of his best friends for fuck’s sake! He can’t just jerk off to you! That’s wrong…right?

He lets out a soft whimper as he continues to stare at the photo of you, wanting so badly to be respectful, but you just look so hot. He groans, unable to take it anymore as he hesitantly pushes his pajama pants down. His black boxers are tented obscenely, a small wet patch already forming where his tip rests.

He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he slowly pushes his boxers down, his red, leaking cock slapping against his stomach. He inhales sharply as the cool air contrasts harshly to the heat his dick is giving off.

His chest heaves and his cheeks flush as he hesitantly wraps his hand around his shaft. He lets out a soft, desperate noise as he holds his phone up with his free hand to look at the picture of you as he starts to slowly stroke himself.

He huffs, throwing his head back against his pillows as a waves of guilt and pleasure shoot through him. The pleasure outweighs the guilt as he speeds up his hand, letting out soft moans.

He moves his fingers over the photo of you, zooming in on your thighs now, wanting nothing more than to be between them, in any way you’d let him. He slides his thumb over his tip, whimpering as he spreads his precum over his cock.

He pants harshly, all the guilt leaving his body as he pumps himself faster, pushing his thumb over his tip with every stroke. He bites his lips harshly to muffle his noises, his phone falling from his hand and landing face down on his upper chest.

His noises get louder as he strokes faster, bucking his hips up into his hand as he mewls. He tightens his fist around himself, pushing his thumb against his tip harder.

He gets even louder, hoping his family is asleep as he can’t seem to hold them in. After a few more strokes, he starts to feel that familiar build in his lower stomach, his thighs tensing. He fists his sheets with his now free hand, his eyes shut tight as he imagines your mouth on him or you bouncing on him instead of his own hand touching him.

His noises get whinier as he gets closer, his hips bucking even faster into his fist. “F- fuck ’m so- close-“ He whispers into the air as if you’re actually there. Soon, he’s gasping out a needy whimper of your name as he cums, bucking into his hand forcefully as he paints his stomach and hand white.

He pants harshly as he comes down, giving himself a few more lazy strokes before letting himself go. He lies there for a few moments, feeling like an idiot for jerking off to you before getting up and going to the bathroom, cleaning himself off.

When he comes back, he puts on a fresh pair of boxers and slides back into bed. He picks up his phone from the bed and it’s still on his messages with you. He thinks nothing of it before he looks closer and realizes he’s sent a four minute voice message to you 5 minutes ago.

He almost screams as he clicks it and hears himself moaning. He frantically moves to unsend the message, but he looks down and sees the read receipt. You’d seen it the minute he’d sent it.

“SHIT!”

𝚊/n: I really enjoyed writing this one! Part two should be out soon! Let me know if you want to be tagged in it or if you have any ideas for it! As always, any critiques or tips on my works and layout are always appreciated! I’ll try to answer any asks and comments left as well! Thanks! xx

#Spotify #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo smut #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smut #matthew sturniolo #matt stuniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #smut

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nickeverdeen · 2 days ago

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Hi! Could I request an Ekko x reader fic/headcannons where reader is adorably short (like, 4’10-4’11) but they fear they won’t be taken seriously, so they tend to overwork themself to prove that they’re strong? And they often throw themself into the frontlines recklessly to prove they can protect people?

Small But Mighty | Ekko x short gn!reader

Pairings: Ekko x reader (romantic/platonic)

Type of fic: Comfort, Comedy at the end

Warnings: Overworking, self-doubt

Summary: Being short in a community full of fighters and kids being your height isn’t always the easiest thing to go through, determined to prove yourself that you can pull your own weight you overwork and become highly reckless… Ekko doesn’t like that.

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The firelight danced across the room in the heart of the Firelights’ hideout. Laughter and chatter filled the space as everyone unwound after a hard day’s work. Except for you.

You sat hunched over a makeshift workbench in the corner, fingers nimbly repairing a damaged drone. Your short frame was practically swallowed by the oversized hoodie you wore, but your focus made you seem larger than life—or so Ekko thought, watching you from across the room.

“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” Ekko said, leaning casually against the wall beside you.

You didn’t look up. “Not hard enough,” you muttered, your voice firm despite the exhaustion in it.

Ekko sighed. This wasn’t the first time he’d found you like this. Ever since you’d joined the Firelights, you’d been working overtime, throwing yourself into missions and tasks with reckless abandon. He admired your determination, but the way you pushed yourself worried him.

“Come on,” he said, crouching to meet your eyes. “Take a break. You’ve earned it.”

You finally glanced up, your expression guarded. “If I stop, who’s going to pick up the slack? I have to prove I can pull my weight, Ekko.”

He frowned, his brows knitting together. “Nobody’s doubting you, least of all me.”

You scoffed, setting down the drone. “That’s easy for you to say. You’re tall, strong, and everyone listens when you speak. I’m—” You gestured vaguely at yourself. “Me.”

Ekko tilted his head, his gaze softening. “Yeah, you’re you. And you’re one of the bravest people I know. But throwing yourself into danger to prove something? That’s not strength, that’s…” He hesitated, searching for the right word.

“Reckless?” you offered dryly.

He smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Yeah, that.”

You leaned back in your chair, the fight slowly draining out of you. “You don’t get it, Ekko. People see me and think I’m a liability. Too small to be a real threat, too weak to protect anyone. If I don’t push myself, who’s going to take me seriously?”

Ekko moved closer, his voice low but steady. “I take you seriously. And so does everyone else. Not because you push yourself to the brink, but because you care. You fight harder than anyone I’ve ever met, not because you’re trying to prove something, but because you believe in what we’re doing.”

You looked away, your fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of your hoodie. “It’s not enough,” you murmured.

“It is,” he insisted. “You’re enough, just as you are.”

For a moment, you just sat there, the weight of his words sinking in. Ekko reached out, placing a hand gently on your shoulder.

“Promise me something,” he said. “Next time you’re about to throw yourself into the frontlines, think about the people you’re trying to protect—including yourself. We need you, okay? All of you. Not just the parts that feel like they have something to prove.”

You swallowed hard, nodding slowly. “Okay. I’ll try.”

He grinned, giving your shoulder a light squeeze. “That’s all I ask.”

As he stood, he added with a teasing smirk, “Besides, you’re already intimidating enough. I mean, you’ve got the height advantage—on ants.”

You snorted, throwing a wrench in his direction, which he dodged effortlessly.

“See? You’re terrifying!” he said, laughing as he backed away.

Despite yourself, you felt a small smile tug at your lips. Maybe Ekko was right. Maybe you didn’t have to prove anything to anyone.

But even if you did, you realized you weren’t alone in the fight. Ekko, and the rest of the Firelights, had your back—whether you stood tall or not.

#ekko x reader #request #imagine #ekko #ekko arcane #ekko x you #ekko x y/n #arcane #mlnb

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vhanitas-monstr · 1 year ago

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it’s been a bit since I’ve posted some Redfall content, so have some content :)

He observes them from a distance. Roosted atop a nearby building, he’s ever-cautious in his watch for danger; raven scouting the perimeter of the gas station they’re combing through, his sniper sits ready should anything hostile decide to make itself known. It’s a role he’s no stranger to, one he plays well, and he intends to keep it that way. …But today – besides vigilance – there’s another thing on his mind, and Jacob’s eyes fall yet again to what’s drawn his attention more times than he’d care to admit.

that's it, that's the content, the beginning blurb of a fic that's been a work in progress for uh... some time.

#redfall #my writing #redfall fic excerpt #yes it is a jacob/dev fic how did you know?#and if you think it's a fic about jacob coming to realization about his feelings for dev....you're right #one day this fic will see the light of day. promise #I have *several* wips in my notes that have been there for forever lmao #but this one...this one is one I want to see come to fruition

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switchbladefightz · 2 months ago

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reverse portal au has been living in my mind rent free for the past week, and what hits me the most about it is just how different i think ford would be in this au. in canon he is hardened by his time travelling the dimensions, and we see this hypercompetent, a little weird, somewhat paranoid guy dipper idolizes. ford is also put in contrast to stan's more comic relief-y character. i think in this au ford is a lot softer, mellowed out over thirty years after abandoning his research (which is what made him paranoid in the first place), and wrecked by guilt at the same time. he would be entirely different from canon ford. and while canon ford didn't exactly have the best time, i think reverse portal ford may be having a worse one

#gravity falls #reverse portal au #ford pines #upl #ive been writing a fic and actually committing to a piece of art for this au as well and maybe one of those will even see the light of day #no promises tho if mcr does anything fr i will #forget abt gravity falls in a heartbeat im sorry

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matryoshkalex · 6 months ago

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i had to jump onto this trend with my beloved turtle oc aiden <3

i love giving my characters angst and trauma :)

(close ups + extras under the cut!!)

i struggled a bit with the blur on the group pic but it was my first time trying that specific effect so i think it worked out ok and i definitely learned from it! i also had a lot of fun with the details and textures in the solo aiden shot but a lot of the background textures got a lil lost in the lighting and effects, but either way! i really like how that part came out!!

#alex arts #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt mikey 2012 #cw blood #tw blood #cw injury #i had a lot of fun with this one and AHHH i love aiden i will Not shut up about him #i have been slowly working on the rewriting of the fic hes from and i promise it WILL see the light of day #there will also definitely be more art to accompany it bc im a lil crazy about some of the scenes and visuals i have in there :)#tmnt oc #oc: aiden

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ashwithane · 2 years ago

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sometimes u just gotta make designs for obscure generic enemy commanders with no canon personality

i just think they’re neat. also i may or may not be working on a fic with them as the main antagonists but shhh

#that fic may never see the light of day #i’ve written one chapter so far but i’m self conscious aaaaa #might get up the courage to post it eventually. maybe. no promises #my art #fire emblem three houses #bias fire emblem #pittacus fire emblem #chilon fire emblem #twsitd #the art cave

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kyratittyfish · 7 months ago

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Last line challenge

thanks for the tag, @themarydragon! and thanks for the heartbreak from your submission 😭 can't wait to have my soul shattered by the rest of the fic XD.

Anyway, here's mine!

For an instant, he felt as lightheaded as Matthews seemed to be. He spun the ship on its axis, and maybe it was the inertia that made his heart float in his chest, weightless, as if a relay had caught it and stolen its mass to launch it across the galaxy at infinite times the speed of light... or maybe it was just happiness.

and for the tags... @painterofhorizons @commander-krios @michatovah!

#last line challenge #my writing #one day this fic chapter will see the light of day #I promise

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sheepcreature · 7 months ago

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mutuals who see my shockbee posts, I'm sorry

#also shoutout to my mutual who reads my wips i love u ty for reading my shockbee mess. it doesnt make sense half the time #ALSO JUST REALIZED I HAVENT UPLOADED ANYTHING IN MONTHS #ao3 account is basically dead #havent had enough inspo to finish my million wips on google docs lmao #know that i am working SLOWLY. sooo slowly #but working #the dubious medical practices shockbee fic will one day see the light of day i promise #txt

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zentriii · 9 months ago

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sometimes it takes four months to get to writing an idea you outlined,,,

#fem skts you will finally see the light of day #i say like i didn't promise myself to only do one long fic at a time #sjfkdk #someone turn my brain off !!!!!#i need to finish my wips before starting new ones and yet here we are #writing #maz rambles

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sesamestreep · 1 year ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

thank you @philtstone for tagging me! 🥰

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22, apparently 😇

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

223,131 📝

3. What fandoms do you write for?

super indie small fandoms like Star Wars and Marvel, with a side of some Sorkin shows (🤧) and the occasional Natasha Pulley novel with three fans and a paperclip as the reader base.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

and never ever watch the ten o’clock news (Rogue One, Jyn & Bodhi BFF fic/Psych AU, no one is more shocked than me this is my number 1 fic but it’s also my oldest one on AO3, so there’s something to seniority??)

don’t think about it all too much (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian, The Newsroom AU)

how many acres, how much light (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian + Crew as Family, Everybody Lives type deal that I wrote for my darling @philtstone so thanks buddy 😊)

i know the kind of home we’d share (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian, North & South AU, another shocker on this list tbh but also an oldie)

of all the strangers, you’re the strangest that I see (Rogue One, Jyn/Cassian, Medieval-ish Arranged Marriage AU)

RIP TO MY OTHER FANDOMS I GUESS??

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

Yes, always, even though sometimes it takes me a while (big time executive dysfunction around these parts). I’m generally the worst when it comes to leaving comments on fic I love because I get nervous and can never come up with something sane and/or worthwhile to say, so I try to show my appreciation for the lovely people who leave me (the unworthiest of cads) lovely comments by at least replying and saying thank you!

6. What is a fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

I guess that would be under the light of a lonely star because it ends on a sort of cliffhanger and one half of the pairing still doesn’t know the other person’s name (which commenters have pointed out was cruel of me and they’re right). I do hope to continue it someday and make it into a full series of some kind but I’m not sure when that will happen. Runner up is damned to pining through the windowpanes, but it’s maybe more wistful slow burn vibes than pure angst. I leave it to the reader to decide.

7. What’s a fic you've written with the happiest ending?

most of them are pretty happy, though I do think I like to leave characters on the precipice of happiness rather than like…on their wedding day or whatever with everything wrapped up perfectly. For argument’s sake, and because I doubt I’ll get to shout it out elsewhere, I’ll say fast forward and we’re taking on the world together because it’s a series post-script about how great the characters lives became later on, which is pretty darn happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope! I’m very lucky. I do get some (maybe not intentional) backhanded compliments here and there but commenting etiquette can be a tough line to walk sometimes, so I try to imagine people are trying to be nice overall.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not that I’ve published. It just hasn’t been something I felt drawn to write so far. I have some WIP fics that might be classified that way, though… 👀

10. Do you write crossovers?

I write a lot of AUs but not crossovers, if we’re defining it as “characters from property A interact with characters from property B, and their universes are not canonically connected at all.” It’s just not my jam to write, though I’ve certainly enjoyed reading it in other people’s work!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don’t believe so!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yep! I co-wrote summer came like cinnamon, so sweet with the talented amazing showstopping @firstelevens this past summer after I bullied her into letting me write some stuff for the bake-off AU and it’s my pride and joy and the most fun I’ve ever had writing a fic.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I think from a purely numerical standpoint, it’d have to be Jyn/Cassian but…. I don’t really have a favorite?? There’s a ton of ships I love that I’ve written long fics for and tons I’ve written random one off prompt fills on here that I’ve never posted to AO3 and tons that I love that I’ve never written for, either because it has never occurred to me or because no one’s ever asked! So yeah, deeply bisexual answer, but I cannot choose.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

For stuff with already published installments, I would love to finish my Graceland series some day, add to my Cloak and Dagger AU some more like people have asked, and figure out where to take follow me like the moon eventually, but…my motivation for Rogue One fic has significantly decreased for a variety of reasons (none of which are lack of reader response because god, rogue one fans are the best readers out there, they always show up for the creators in the fandom)

My even more real answer is that I genuinely never expect to finish anything I start 🙈 [bruce banner voice] that’s my secret, cap…

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, I think? It’s my favorite thing to write so maybe that’s just vanity. I also think I’m good at pastiching different styles, which is helpful since I write a LOT of AUs. Also, recently I’ve been taking a lot more risks in terms of format and style in my fic and I do think I’ve proven more successful at it than I expected to be!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Uh….follow through??? 🫠 I get very distracted easily and tend to have like 200 WIPs at a given time, and maybe if I could focus more or impose any sort of structure on my brain, I would finish more stuff but I am doing this for fun so I believe in following my bliss to an extent. Also, research and world-building are VERY difficult for me and so I avoid writing anything where I’ll have to do a lot of either…

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

I don’t think people should be afraid to do it when it’s important/adds value to the story BUT I am also very scared of doing it, haha, so I’m a hypocrite. It’s never come up as a necessity for me yet and I speak very few languages anyway, so…yeah, I don’t have strong opinions on this one, besides be nice to authors who do it and try their best! Fanfiction is free!!! We’re all in this for the love of it!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

UH????? First published fanfic was for Rogue One/Star Wars, but I might have a WIP/draft of a fic for The Newsroom that’s older…

20. Favorite fic you’ve written.

I already said I had the most fun I’ve ever had writing summer came like cinnamon, so sweet with @firstelevens and I just think it’s a perfect rom-com of a fic! But also, sometimes I re-read come and get your honey to cheer myself up because it’s a very light and silly established relationship fic (which fandom generally hates, just looking at kudos/interaction levels, but I adore and I will DIE ON THIS HILL!!!) 🍯🐻

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tagging @carolinepenvenens @incognitajones @flythesail and anyone else who might want to do it!

#writer asks #20 questions #about me #but actually!#homelywenchsociety #that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it!#tag game #philtstone #nobody call me out that I promised Matt would speak gaeilge in that one fic…#it will likely never see the light of day forgive me #I forgot about that and I don’t feel like going back and editing my answer #22 fics… RIP….

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