#thank yoooooou for sending an ask!

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For the fanfic emoji game: 🎥 (Of Sequins and Scalpels), 👶, 🍎, and 📈. :)

Eeeeee, let's do this! (Got a free moment, which means I can play! XD)

🎥 Pick a fic and I'll tell you the song I imagine playing during its movie trailer. - Oh, see, I have two (maybe it would be a mashup? Hmm…). Anyways! I'd have the Strictly Come Dancing theme song and Love Again by Dua Lipa (yeah, the song they dance their Show Dance to). XD

👶 Fankids: How you do you feel about them? Would your OTP have kids? - So Teslen have had two different kids in my fics - Noah and Evelyn. They don't show up often (Noah's mostly spoken about rather than seen in Ocean's Edge) but when I want to write about babies and Teslen, I either go with Evelyn or they borrow Alice. And tbh, I feel like them borrowing Alice is more in-character for them than Helen getting babbied up (my personal head canon is that she can't after pausing her pregnancy).

🍎 What's something you learned while researching for a fic? - Always learning, me. Whilst trying to make Nikola sound like a physics professor in Laws and Equations, I learnt that I had forgotten most of what I knew about Physics. XD (Genuinely. I was looking at some words and thinking, "I learnt that at school... I think?" Very odd feeling my brain stretch.)

📈 Which are your top three most popular fics by bookmarks? Answered here. I look like a proper Sanctuary and Stargate SG1 fanwriter with those three. XD

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LoZ questions: 🗻🧚

(From this LoZ ask list. Hello bayyyyby!)

If you were in a Zelda game, where would you live? What would you be doing? (aside from being the hero or princess) Well you know if I was in BotW/TotK/AoC I'd be your hot Rito wife kidnapping any Yiga who try to kidnap you. <3 (Because I'm trying to annoy the Clan enough that they'll kidnap me too lol. I am becoming Master Kohga's official chronicler or dying trying.) Joking aside I like that 'sona and enjoy thinking about having fun adventures with you and Zora Joey exploring and writing stories about the things we see and the people we meet. I also have a fun thought that in Twilight Princess I'd have a book shop in Castle Town that could take the place of the fortune teller maybe? Link could come in and I'd show him maps and books that coincidentally give him hints in story/riddle form about where to find pieces of heart and where to go next and stuff. In Ocarina of Time I'd just straight up be the Dog Lady in Castle Town, wiggling and clapping for my precious baby puppy.

Favorite Zelda companion? Ohhhhhh my god Midna. I almost said Fi because she's my darling baby sword spirit and I love her and cry over her but MIDNA THO. The sass! The secrecy! The gradual opening up and giving and receiving of trust with Link and Zelda! This! Companion! Has! Character growth! Plus she is very cute. Midna Come Back challenge.

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6, 12 and 20 for Isobel and 3, 15 and 29 for Sefris 😘

oooo so many!

isobel

6. Who will they take advice from, no matter what it is? Who won't they take advice from, no matter what it is?

(annica… you have NO idea how timely this is lol)

growing up, she would always take advice from the demon she didn’t know was a demon, now she very much will not take their advice.

otherwise, she believes she will take the advice of argo, who is in her eyes a new parental figure, and she does try very very hard to take the advice and follow it but she often doesn’t in the end.

12. Do they like romance in the books they read (or in the book they're in)?

you know what, i haven’t thought about it too much cause isobel doesn’t read much for pleasure, but yeah. she definitely loves a romance story.

20. What do they like that nobody else does?

hmmmm gosh i made her such a sad character i honestly can’t think of something specific like this! she probably isn’t at all picky about food, since most of her life it was scarce so maybe like… she likes stinky cheeses or really gross smelling fruit. she doesn’t have a lot of fun and nice life experiences, she hasn’t lived a fun full life yet but there’s definitely a weird food out there she enjoys lol

sefris

3. Ask them to describe their love interest.

(i cannot give you a name if her love interest because that is info everyone in the campaign is trying to figure out)

sefris would describe her love interest as spoiled, soft, kind hearted, too eager, over the top, selfless, so stubborn, and the nicest person she knows. she believes he makes her a better person even if he sometimes goes too far in being available for her. she hasn’t seen him in months and she misses him a lot.

15. What would they consider a waste of time-other than school or work?

the training her parents would give her to prove that she is going to be a capable spy/assassin. she thinks that she’s amazing at what she does and doesn’t feel the need to prove it in tests. growing up, she’d rather be tested with a job vs training. (now that she’s on a job as a punishment, she doesn’t feel this as strongly.)

29. What recurring dreams do they have?

probably a family member or her love interest being killed and she can’t protect them.

[soupbabe]

THEO!! I don't think ive ever sent you a request before! But I had this idea and you're the first person that popped into my mind for it. I wanted to request a platonic lost boys fic or some hcs where the reader is basically like best friend to all the boys. If you're not down just let me know, no worries!! <3 LUV YOOOOOOU

Platonic! Lost Boys + Reader Headcanons

HI SLAASHER <33 THANK U SM FOR SENDING A REQUEST, ESPECIALLY ABOUT MY FAV BOYS !! ILYSM

Tagging: @rottent33th, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

- Regardless of Max's intentions, the boys have a natural brotherhood among each other. They live their lives supporting each other through their unconventional lifestyle

- So being friends with them means so much more than you might think. They're letting you into their small found family, you're a lost boy whether you want to or not

- An important note to remember when being their friend is that absolutely nothing is sacred. The boys are agents of chaos

- They love causing a scene, they love doing mind tricks, they'll push you to your limits because it's all in good fun to them

- But I do think that if you have specific boundaries and you hammer it into them, they'll respect it. You're not just some guy like Michael, you're their friend !!

- They share anything and everything with each other

- Literally if Marko takes your clothes, you will have to fight him to get it back. And you will not be getting it back all in one piece

- Sometimes he returns it to you and it's a completely new garment, with new embellishments and trimmed down or with added fabric to make it just his size.

- David is also the absolute worst when it comes to taking your things too. Especially when you're human.

- Complain and ask him to get it back? He's flying up above you and placing it on a high ledge, telling you that if you want it so bad that you should go up and get it already.

- Don't worry he'll give it back to you when you start forgetting that he even had it

- Oh yeah the boys are very touchy and affectionate with each other

- Expect friendly punches to the shoulders, sharing a motorcycle with the boys, and hugs.

- Paul shares his love through touch, he's the biggest hugger out of everyone

- He loves laying his head on everyone's shoulder and cuddling welcomes you to do the same to him

- Another very important value is that no one gets left behind, they all protect each other and you have to be willing to put up a fight for them

- Whether verbally or physically, you'll have to back them up

- Dwayne isn't that much of an active defender like Marko or Paul, but he uses his intimidating aura to ward off people who are bothering you.

- Literally ever since I got this request I've been thinking about you defending Laddie and Dwayne and that was the moment he decided to let you be his friend

- You all are a very tight knit group of people. There's an "us against the world" vibe with the Lost Boys and they take that sentiment to heart

- Once you become one of them, you get a family for a lifetime ♡

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Okayokayokay, now that I've digested and reread the chapter approximately 5000 times, I'm ready to talk about it.

PART 6 WAS PERFECT AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS OVER CRIES IN TRUST SERIES

I can't even imagine how jarring it must have been to the reader to be back stateside after years in the war effort. And so suddenly too. One day you're sitting in briefing, discussing war strategies, and the next you're helping your mom grow cucumbers. Literally, how do you even cope with that?

I love that reader is keeping up with her knitting though 🥰🥰 Very insensitive of Zig Zig to be born in the summer and making her mom wait six months before she starts using the warmer wool garments smh.

I KNEW HER FATHER WAS BUILDING A NURSERY IMMEDIATELY!! A little project to distract him from the loss of his son and the impending arrival of his granddaughter. Love that for him. Also, I just know that he narrowed his eyes every time he saw Bucky's portrait in Clara's room like "your days are numbered if you don't do the right thing, Major >.>"

As usual, the letters were perfect. "Please let her know I'm thinking about her" aka not Bucky already wanting to make a good impression on the in-laws. "All sorts of baby animals" & "some have theirs in the summer" aka the army is so lucky these two are not codebreakers, they are so bad at this LMFAO. Alan Turing would have been in tears if they had been assigned to his team at Bletchley Park. And reader underlining "safely" in her letter? Please, she knows him so well. And him wanting to know how SHE is like stop, I love them. ALSO "film has always failed to properly capture the radiance of the sun" aka the moment I ✨ died ✨

And I love love love how reader keeps him informed of how his team is doing in the MLB. This is true love, people.

But let's take a moment to thank modern technology because like, six weeks to get a letter?? Letters are romantic, sure, but I don't know how these people cope with living in this Schrodinger's Cat situation. Couldn't be me.

Baby Clara "Zig Zig" Mae Egan, a trailblazer from birth. One of the first GI Bill babies? Please, this girl is set to conquer the entire world while her parents clap and encourage her in the background. I love how reader only sees Bucky in her because I BET that aside from the "Dumbo ears", Bucky only sees reader in Clara. I love this little family so much.

AND WE WERE BLESSED BY A BUCKY POV MOMENT AGAIN, THANK YOOOOOOU!! I just know Bucky went around camp showing everyone the pictures and the footprints like "this is my famous doll and this is our perfect daughter." And the pictures were always in his pocket for the harder times at camp. He also immediately went to Alexander in "draw me like one of you French girls" fashion. Poor guy thought Bucky was going to ask for a map of all the guard towers in the stalag, but nope. He needed a portrait to send back home to his girls.

A round of applause to Buck who apparently has a gift to scare reader shitless at any opportunity. Girlie for sure complains about this to Marge, who finds it utterly hilarious.

I have no words for them seeing each other again after almost two years. It was so sweet, and so tender, and sooo perfect.

But honestly reader's family is soooooo unserious. I died when they were like "Bucky can't sleep on the sofa, he doesn't fit there" like, babes, what are you talking about?? I thought y'all would say he couldn't take the sofa because he just escaped The Horrors™️. "He's simply too long" like dndiashdisohdio

BABY EGEN #2 WAS MADE THAT NIGHT ON READER'S CHILDHOOD BED THIS IS CANON.

I hope that morning reader pulled her little baby album and showed Bucky all she documented from the first months of Clara's life. And my headcannon is that Bucky planned Clara's first birthday party himself to make up for the time he lost in a way. Called Buck like "you and Marge have plans for the 22nd. If that's the day of your wedding, postpone. The fact that you haven't come meet my kid yet is frankly insulting. See you soon, bye." And just like me, Clara will take her first steps on the day of her first birthday, I'm speaking it into existence.

I love how reader and Marge started a friendship already. How did they find each other? And the other girls (Vi, Mary, Beth, and Myrtle)?? Has reader told them all about little Clara too?

And as I told you in the DMs yesterday, baby Clara will be the star of Buck and Marge's wedding. All the guys that were in the stalag with them will act like they're meeting a celebrity as a way to poke fun at Bucky for always showing them her picture.

I loved this series so much (will soon reblog all the parts to my sideblog, so warning for notifs lol). Thank you for sharing it with us ❤️❤️ I'm keeping my eyes peeled for that POW Camp fic you teased 👀

Beatrizzzzz your incredible asks are one of my favourite parts of posting a chapter hahahah

But honestly I cannot imagine the whiplash our dear reader went through after her ‘medical evacuation’?!

Like she’d never even been on a plan before and all of a suddenly she’s flung across the world in roughly one day, ripped out of Wycombe Abbey and plonked down into her childhood home to do quaint home front things and gestate her baby - incomprehensible.

Hahahaha I mean Clara didn’t really get to pick her due date, that was definitely Bucky and the readers doing 👀 but yes! So many baby things were knit! And skills were perfected!

I adore the thought of reader’s dad threatening Bucky’s portrait 😂 totally tracks with her fear that he might murder the man in the tool shed

I’m SO PLEASED you loved their letters - they were the first things I wrote in this part hahah

Wrote the narrative around them. But yeaaaaaah subtle as a heart attack these two. And she really really really didn’t want Buck to write her and say “your boy got shot running away to see you” hence all the underlining.

Of course we needed a Bucky POV the instant that reader finally came clean and laid all her cards on the table! Absolutely required!!

Poor Buck really means well he just doesn’t really know how to go about sharing news without almost making her heart stop first 🤣 never gonna live it down

Hahahahahha reader’s parents are practical people ok?! Boy showed up unannounced typically that means he gets the couch. They don’t really get what he’s been through, it’s all so removed for them - but he got a bed anyway!!! And his doll for a pillow 😏

You bet there’s another baby in that oven, honestly I think reader is gonna have a hard time NOT conceiving…her poor body

That baby book is definitely thoroughly combed through once Clara is taking her nap that day don’t you worry

And Bucky will refer back to it frequently when he finds sleep difficult to hold onto in the nights to come

The birthday party, the wedding, all very big events all within days of each other down in Texas

Reader and Marge’s friendship is based on an ask where she probably got Buck to forward reader’s address and they get along like a house on fire. Reader definitely has a wide circle of friends to send letters to including Ruth, Vi, Mary, and even Myrtle who might be opening her heart to a handsome RAF man.

And most definitely little Clara is the most popular girl at Marge and Buck’s wedding but thankfully Marge is kind hearted about being upstaged by a precocious one year old.

It has been such a joy to share this story with you all and honestly?! Already up to my eyeballs in research for the next fic!!!!

[wild-karrde]

For your WIP ask: why?

Absolutely loving everything I've read from you! You're the best! ❤️

LIZ I AM ALSO SORRY THAT I DIDN'T GET TO THIS ONE, BUT I AM REMEDYING THAT IMMEDIATELY. Another OSaaT snippet for yoooooou:

He left, his feet carrying him home as he overanalyzed that moment, tugging on his mohawk nervously as his mind raced.  Why not? Why wouldn’t you?  So what if you’re wrong? She wouldn’t make you feel terrible about it. Just apologize and move on. But what will the kids think?

Thank you so much for the kind words and for the ask! <3

Send me an ask with a word guess, and I'll let you know if it's in any of my WIPs and post the snippet.

[ltcolonelcarter]

#2 and #5 for the ask game! 🌻🍎

THANK YOOOOOOU 💕✨

2. What is your favourite fic of yours?

asdgfsajdhla this one's HARD. my list of works is not long at the moment, honestly, though I have plenty planned; in terms of overall Vibe I'm going to say it's a tie between a question of time and last call. the former bc I'm a sucker for a classic sci-fi trope, and because sixty's anguish is exquisite, the latter because something HAPPENED when I was writing it... I don't know, it came together better than I ever anticipated. it has exactly the feel I wanted it to have, and i'm really happy with it

5. do you like one-shots or multi-chapters?

ooooh: both, depending on the fic. i love one-shots (or in my case, I guess, long-shots, bc they easily break 10k) for the one-and-done, for exploring relatively straightforward circumstances, for being very convenient for smuuuuuuut. that said, longform fiction allows a lot more in terms of exploration, and I adore that too. quite often when planning I find the stuff I mean to be a oneshot (looking at you, last call) doesn't end up being that way bc the chapter break is a very convenient way to parse plot - in the case of last call, it was an excuse for a POV shift that adds to the story (and allowed me to make a pun out of the chapter titles). I think i'm inevitably going to have to side with multi-chapters bc, regrettably, I don't shut the fuck up.

send me a fanfic ask

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me when i see a soul. maybe. ive never watched soul eater

[sunflower-vol14]

fair enough i do think the main reason i love it so much is because of the nostalgia it brings me,,, BUT STILL try watching the performance on the today show, that one hits REALLY HARD. as for change your ticket,,, ABSOLUTELY A BOP PPL ARE TASTELESS FOR NOT GIVING HER ENOUGH CREDIT and i agree about perfect being a tiny bit overrated but infinify is . under . i said what i said

Okay I’ve never seen that performance, I’ve only ever heard it on YouTube, I’ll go look that up rn and get back to you!! As for infinity *i do not see 😑 I am looking away 🙈*

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Where are my questions at ?

Send me some to my ask me anything box

🦆 thank yoooooou xx

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Hohoho no worries I got you my friend I gooooooot yoooooou

spiderman into spider verse would be a interesting pick for that kind of story

Off topic but

Why do I keep picturing future Edd as

Peter b Parker and young edd as miles-

!!!!! I LOVE into the spider-verse it’s my favorite movie!!!!! Assuming this is a follow up to the Platonic yan Villain adopts Hero teenager, it’s totally interesting for that. I could see whoever is the Villain hopping dimensions and seeing this teen (probs a spider-person if we follow that aspect of the movie) and with the words of a tik tok audio, goes “haha Ur coming home with me” .

Or an angst route where the Villain takes Fisks role and has a machine scouring through dimensions looking for their lost family and finds their kid in a universe where they’re a super powered hero.

You say that but literally I often think of Peter B and Future Edd back to back fkekfkkfkfjei. I think they’d fit that dynamic! Once Future Edd ya’know, chills the fuck out and stops wanting to commit homicide. Thank you for sending this ask 💕💕. Very slow at work rn and so there’s nothing for me to do.

[hannya-writes]

Hihihi! I know it's kinda crazy and I just found your acc but I was LITERALLY thinking about a Marvel-SVU crossover and found yoooooou. I mean... The algorithm lead me to you. It's ✨ Destiny ✨ haha So I was wondering if you could write something Marvel-SVU kinda with Carisi x reader (i don't know if you watch agents of shield) where reader has to go UC for Shield and falls in love with him and he finds out she's Shield etc. I don't know if I'm making any sense rn I'm just really happy I found you. And now I sound creepy but it's already too late and I'm sending this.

Dear @lapaquerette : I do not watch Agents of shield, but I did my best! I swear I did! 😭 you totally made sense! But I feel like there's part of this story that are not so good, anyways~ let's get to the story!!

Title: Don't Tell anyone

Fandom: MCU and Law and order SVU

Pairing: Sonny Caruso x Reader

Other characters: no, I think no

Category: romance

Warnings: this doesn't have a happy ending bc I'm bad writing those! This is long I think.

Author's note: for a moment I thought of making this a serie, but my head couldn't stand it! I don't feel like I can picture Carisi in the right way so probably he's going to be very OOC. Also I'm not supper proud of this because I literally did what I wanted with the time line, Captain America: Winter Soldier happens in 2016 however Caruso es ADA in 2020 if I'm not wrong but in this case the events of winter soldier happen in 2020. Also there's like 2 years of difference btw WS and Civil War, and I tried my best! To make everything fit, but you know, you can kick my ass in comments.

• • •

The mission was supposed to last just a couple of days. Y/n had to pose as an assistant to the Junior ADA's why did they need assistance she didn't know, but when Nick fury assigned her there she just didn't dared to ask.

"Find out what's going on there" he had said as if it was a life or dead situation.

Pepto. That's what happened. High expectations was the other thing happening. The Junior ADA's where being pressed, running towards death case by case.

It was boring, the first two days Y/n had played "who's the jerk of the room?" She had found more than one, stress made that to people. Who cares about cordiality when they had to put people in jail? The answer was Dominic "Sonny" Carisi.

Sonny never yelled or snapped at people, he always asked nicely about papers, he said "Good Morning" and "thank you". He was a gentleman, a knight in a shiny armor. He made funny jokes even when he was struggling with a case.

Y/n had felt a weird desire to help him after just one encounter. The puppy eyes, she reasoned. After that day when he was in court she appeared there, sat and suddenly the people being cross-examined poured the truth without control or bursted in fit of rage confessing everything. She wasn't making something bad, she was helping, which she was supposed to do. No one was going to link her to those incidents. No one knew what she could do.

— copies, now — one of ADA's order her and she almost pushed the asshole and told him to do it himself, it was only a copy machine, he only had to push a button! However, Y/n was a trained spy, she had control over every muscle in her face to not make a disgusted expression at the tall and skinny man. 63 ways to kill him appeared in her head in a second.

— Sure thing — she said in a gently tone, entertaining her mind in the more horrible ways to deal with Tommy.

Tommy Parish, a bully in and out of court, linked to the Irish Mafia. He thought he was a big fish, prepotent but surprisingly brilliant. He was like a weasel. He wasn't that important. Shield wasn't interested by his night activities. They thought there was something else, something more important. Y/n didn't think so. The more interesting thing there was...

— Oh, Sorry didn't meant to...— Sonny said as he almost hit Y/n with the door.

— my fault, I was standing here like a creep — she took the guilt with a sheepish smile.

— A penny for your thoughts — he said as he walked outside and Y/n instinctively followed, as she usually followed after director Nick Fury,

— I think I'm being punished — she said while walking aimlessly, if Sonny had walked in the male restroom she would have probably followed him blindly.

— punish? For what? Did Tommy said something mean to you again? — the blond man sounded concerned and for Y/n it was refreshing, people around her tended to be more defensive around her than being worried about her well being.

— no! I think Tommy is warming up to me — Y/n said proudly — it's my umm... Dad, he send me to live here and I think is because he is mad at me —

There was a small silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

— why would he be mad? You are amazing! — Sonny sounded so positive and brilliant, he always seemed to have that aura around him, even in the worst cases. Y/n noticed it, and worried her when he started to lose his shine.

— in my last job, I made a mistake and people got hurt — the confession was sincere. She wasn't lying, she was omitting that those people didn't just "got hurt", they died. She had killed them.

— You are human, humans make mistakes — he said stopping in front of an embellished door. — talk later? — he asked and Y/n nodded with a smile.

•••

After a month everything still was normal. No conspicuous action, no weird people. Y/n wondered why was she there? Was she really being punished by Fury? She had made a mistake, she had chose to save a person, she couldn't know that the objective was going to detonate the whole place. She couldn't read every single thought, her brain would melt if she even tried.

— Sorry, I need to... — said Sonny pointing at the copy machine, y/n blushed for being caught spacing out, again for the 4 time in a week

— I'm so sorry, allow me — y/n extended a hand offering to make the copy for Carisi.

— don't worry, I can push a button — he said making her smile and feel weird.

— please Mr. Carisi, let me be of help — she offered tilting her head a little bit, Sonny found that little action distracting and cute enough to give her the papers he needed to copy.

He saw her move, she was so elegant even just making copies.

— thank you — he told her sighing exhausted.

— don't worry Mr. Carisi, I'll do this, get it in a folder and get it back to you, why don't you go rest your eyes a bit? — she asked with a smile, noticing his tired demeanor

— I'll do it, if you start calling me Sonny — he negotiated and she laughed whole heartedly — come on, everytime you call me Mr. Carisi I feel like you are talking to my father —

— fine, you got yourself a deal — she offered her hand and he took her in his bigger one. Sonny felt asleep with the sound of the copy machine working.

— Sonny, Sonny — Y/n soft voice took him out of dreamland, he found out in that moment that his Nickname sounded awesome from Y/n lips.

•••

From Sonny's eyes y/n was an amazing woman who was able to help everyone with their tasks, she made copies, keep archives ordered, got everything for everyone. She made time to know all of the junior's ADA's of "her room", she served coffee when needed, got them food, kept clean clothes for them just in case. She was like a mother. Sometimes she even helped them found the info they needed. She made all of that and made it with a polite smile. She had been there for like a year and their interactions where short, but he was head over heels for her.

Why? Because she got a great sense of humor, she was nice, smart, sassy when needed, had an excellent memory, she made the best black coffee he had ever tasted. She never got nervous no matter the circumstances. He didn't understand how or why was she assigned to be the "mother hen" of 7 ADA's, but he was thankful. Some days became better the moment she gave him a smile and he imagined that smile was just for him.

Sonny pinched the bridge of his nose in pain. It was past midnight and he was still in his office, working on papers. Practicing his opening statement.

— the truth... The truth....— he repeated trying to remember the next point of the speach. He grunted frustrated.

— Sonny? — the sudden voice made the attorney jump and Y/n laughed.

— Geez, doll! — he exclaimed surprised — You should use a bell — added more awake than before.

— doll? — Y/n questioned rising an eyebrow, Sonny turned red.

— Sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect you — he quickly apologized.

— you didn't, I actually like it — she admitted — I'll allow it — added in a solemn voice — with a condition councilor, only in private I don't need more gossips going around—

After saying those words, Y/n knew that she was digging her own grave. She liked Sonny.

•••

Y/n looked at her phone horrified. Nick had send her and encrypted message. Which was resumed to: You are free of SHIELD, live the life of Y/n Veith. The life he had created for her, an identity that couldn't be connected to the Spy agency. Y/n Y/l/n had died in what they called something like the purge of Hydra. He didn't needed her. He had died. Captain america had basically destroyed the corrupted SHIELD. This was her life now. She was what? a secretary? An assistant?

She should had fail with SHIELD, she should had been there with Fury, protecting him. But she didn't. She pretended nothing happened and followed his last order to her: live like Y/n Veith.

She went with the flow. Acted like everything was just fine, made a routine, followed it to the last point. Untill one day out of the blue she broke down crying in Sonny's office. He was her friend.

— what happened? — he asked on the other side of the desk, surprised that in the middle of his speech, y/n started crying. The case was difficult, a father died to protect his daughter. The teenager girl had been raped and her father was killed by the rapist. It was way more complicated but, that were the facts.

— sorry, sorry — she said cleaning her face with her hands, Sonny approached and offered her a handkerchief that she took hesitantly. — I lost, I lost him — she stuttered.

Sonny kneeled by her side, took the handkerchief and cleaned her beautiful face.

— I'm so sorry, doll — he said even if he didn't understand, Y/n felt his consternation.

— my father died — she said with a soft voice — my house burned down — she added and Sonny understood, her father adopted her, he had saved her and then lost it all. The case had hit too close to her.

— Come on, we had enough of this case — he decided getting up, taking her hands to get her to stand — I'll take you home — he said and she smiled with sadness.

— I don't want to go to my department — she confessed getting up and Sonny gave her a soothing smile.

— We can go to my place — he offered without a second intention, she nodded and they walked away from the office, Sonny ordered an Uber.

Outside of One Hogan place with a heavy heart, y/n leaned against Sonny and he hugged her while waiting for their ride, and during the ride.

Y/n fell asleep without nightmares for the first time in the 6 months after the dead of Nick. Sonny by her side, over the covers and behind a "wall" of pillows fell asleep with the image of a peaceful Y/n.

•••

Three months later, Y/n entered Sonny's little office, she said a "sorry to interrupt", the blond man stopped writing and turned to her eagerly, he tried to suppress his desire to look into her eyes but he wasn't that good at that.

He hadn't seen her in more than 14 days thanks to his overflow of cases and her being stole by homicides DA, who had discovered she was very good in investing.

She muttered a "what?" In mockery, as if the distance and time hadn't even happened and added a "I got you a donut!". A donut that he had craved since morning but wasn't able to get. He sighed a laugh, sometimes it was as if she could read his mind.

— you are life saver, doll— he sighed in relief taking the donut from her hand.

— Should I get you some coffee? — she asked with that caring tone that made him feel special.

— I would love that — he accepted as she merrily went to the coffee machine and poured him a cup and then a glass of water.

Sonny wondered about where did those pretty and elegant glasses came from, have they always been there? She left a bag in the table and walked back to him. He pretended to be working but it was hard to act when she was walking towards him with that dark red pencil skirt that hug perfectly the curb of her hips, the black blouse making contrast, hanging a bit loose over her torso.

— thanks doll — he said when she put the coffee and water in a corner of the desk, he looked at her with a smile — water? — he asked with a joking tone, y/n nodded

— yes, sir — she said in the same joking mood — I took an account of the caffeine you ingest by day, this could be dangerous for your health, so for every cup of caffeine, one of water — she explained with as much confidence as a lawyer making an opening statement.

— are you worried about me? — he was almost flirting, she blushed even if they sometimes flirted a bit.

— I worry about all of you — she pointed out and gave a mischievous smile that made Sonny blush.

— thank you, doll — he quipped with a smile, she smiled back and walked away to Parish desk, the man sat there looked down to his papers as Y/n put a bagel by his hand.

Sonny noticed how Tommy's ears got as read as a tomato and turned to look at her with adoration, the same look the other ADA's got everytime she was near. He had seen how things slowly changed with Y/n presence, at first they were rude, condescending, then they realized that she was excellent in her work. She had saved all of them more than once with little actions.

Y/n had a charming aura and some men in the office had asked her out, Tommy included, but she always turned them down, with an excellent excuse. "I'm seeing someone".

Carisi wondered who. Who was she dating?

•••

— Coffee — she announced as she took a folder and put it carefully away.

Sonny smiled and suddenly thought of Y/n lie about she seeing someone. She had never tell him about her boyfriend, he thought of all of those slice of life moments they had, the banters they have, the many times she had helped him. The times she would stay in his apartment so she wouldn't be alone.

Was he the person she was seeing?

— do you have plans for tonight? — he asked abruptly and Y/n looked at him surprised.

— I got a date with my bed, but I can reschedule — she offered with a smile, she could rest later, she had to enjoy every moment with Sonny.

— do it, I'll take you to a wonderful place — He said with all of his confidence, she giggled — after work? — she nodded contently.

— It's a deal — she said before walking away with a big smile in her face.

Sonny felt stupidly happy. It was him. She was dating him unofficially.

•••

That night Y/n tried to look as perfect as was possible in work clothes, she had refreshed herself, use a little more of make up. She was excited, she really liked Sonny and had wanted to go on a date with him, no work talk, no solving ways to state a question. She wanted to know him in a more personal way.

They sat in a table of a nice looking bar, a decent one. It wasn't pretentious, they actually served food and not just greasy fast food. She had told him distorted versions of stories with her "family and friends", (since she couldn't talk about her real life and training) like that time her father had taught her how to use a gun for her homework and she discovered she had weak fingers.

She heard about his time as a Police officer, a detective nonetheless! Sargent Benson seemed to be a very empathic person, Detective Tutuola was definitely a funny man, Amanda was for him like one more of his sisters. And Sonny discovered that she was adopted by a man called Nick, Nick Veith he guessed, since he thought that was her real last name.

She had two "adopted" sister and a brother: Maria, Natalie and Clinton. Maria was righteous, Nat was smart and sassy, Clint was funny and sometimes really annoying. Sonny thought he would get along easily with them.

They laughed between stories, they were getting fun untill Y/n felt there was something wrong. Something was about to happen. Something bad.

— Something wrong? — Y/n barely registered Sonny's voice before jumping over him yelling a "get down". A telekinetic wake made the other around people fall to the ground just in time as a rain of bullets came from the broken windows.

Sonny heard the glass breaking, people screaming in panic. Saw the bullets fly over him and the bottles in the bar breaking in slow motion. He had never experienced anything like that. The light weight of Y/n over him. And his monkey mind thought about how right that felt.

There was a "clank" from a gas' bomb, then a flash and a cloud of white smoke. People stood up and started running.

— Y/n — Sonny pulled her to see her face, he thought she would be scared, paralyzed from fear. However, when he saw her face there was no fear, she seemed confused, puzzled. — come on, we have to move —

Y/n was thinking the same, but she didn't know what was the right move: defend everyone there using her not-so-human powers? Run away and pretend to be a delicate woman, scared of the situation?

— doll? — Sonny sounded worried and in almost panic, a switch turned as boots hit the floor of the bar.

— Stay behind me — Y/n said with confidence getting up, feeling the presence of 8 people surrounding them, circling them. — and... — she looked at Sonny worried — don't get scared — she pleaded softly.

— Y/n Y/l/n surrender yourself — someone yelled and the woman felt her skin crawl, she hadn't hear her name in more than a year. It sounded good.

— is this about the accords? — She thought, aware of the Sokovia accords and what they proposed. She hadn't signed them. No one was supposed to know about her, her powers, she hadn't expected the government to notice her.

Nat? Clint? Maybe Maria had told them.

— That's right, put your hands in the air — the man ordered in a shout. Y/n closed her eyes and closed her hand in a thigh fist, making the fog disappear.

— Sorry, I can't do that— she confessed pushing the man with telekinesis. — I'm not a weapon you can use —

A new row of bullets flew towards Y/n and Sonny. A bright green light appeared in her eyes and all of the bullets stopped in the air, traces of the same light that made Y/n shine seemed to contain the little bullets like tendrills, the bullets turned in the air pointing at the squadron that was attacking her

— Y/n, no! — Sonny made her react, the tendrills disappeared and the bullets fell useless to the ground as the woman turned to see the Attorney.

— Sonny, sonny — she stuttered worried— no, no, no, no, I would never hurt them, I'm not a monster, I'm not! — she said almost in panic,not because of the attack but for the ideas Sonny could get.

Sonny saw the green and now red light form an eyes over Y/n, then monsters from nightmares formed from the light, monsters like dogs, with skulls covering the hideous animals with blood dripping from their snouts, bodies wet with a black substance. The animals roared and jumped to defend them.

Y/n saw fear in Sonny's eyes. She recognized it, a bright tendril started to form in the exact point of her heart, the fear taking form in her presence. Her hand squished the light over her chest, stopping something else to form.

He didn't know what to say. Carisi knew about the avengers, the new york incident had affected his work, he had saw everything about "ultron", he was informed about Tony Stark and the avengers every move. But he didn't know what was he supposed to say? "Sign the accords" was what he wanted to say. It was selfish for him to ask that, he couldn't do it.

— doll, you're not a monster— he finally found his own voice to say that. — but you have to go —

— Sonny, I... — the ADA put a strand of hair behind Y/n ear taking her by surprise.

— If you don't mind, I'll like to kiss you — he said making her blink in disbelief.

— yes please...— she said and Carisi smiled brightly, his large hand caressed her cheek and softly leave a tender kiss in her soft lips. It barely lasted more than a second. When Carisi opened up his eyes, everything was back to normal. Like a couple of minutes ago, right before the shooting.

In the table was a note: "Don't tell anyone" he recognized Y/n writing. He wondered if everything had been a dream, a hallucination. A part of him told him that no, that couldn't be his imagination. Y/n had left.

[hunxi-guilai]

ask lightning round #1/?

hey so y’all know how I eat my words like, all the time? anyway, despite what I said in last night’s post about new ask policies, I’ve decided to respond to a bunch of asks that I was originally going to delete because I don’t have the energy or the time to make full posts out of them. 

so this is just like, a speed round of ask responses, no nice courtesy links to previous posts, no context, we die like Wei Wuxian, etc etc. Just a lightning round to try and put a dent in my askbox, collected below the cut:

listen anon... have hope... because if my tumblr dash is any indication, you are certainly not the only person thinking about these parallels...

you know, considering that I was chortling through 《长安十二时辰》 because a minor character had a name homophonous with the CQL credit’s song (闻无忌 -> 无羁), I totally get you

alas... 三国 is the time period right after my preferred era (I’m solidly a Warring States/early Han kinda person), and 《三国演义》 was written sometime in the 14th century, so to my chagrin, I know absolutely nothing about its contents except the opening poem, which might be my favorite poem in existence because I’m basic like that

OKAY I might have just gone off in @cangse-sanren​‘s DM’s about this, but this part of “Burn” ? 

You and your words obsessed with your legacy 

Your sentences border on senseless 

And you are paranoid in every paragraph 

How they perceive you 

You, you, you! 

I'm erasing myself from the narrative 

Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted 

When you broke her heart 

You have torn it all apart 

I'm watching it burn

Like, less of the heartbreak and more of the “y’all fucked this up I’m OUT” in conjunction with the focus on public perception and reputation, but you get the idea. There’s a way in which "I'm erasing myself from the narrative" is an incredible display of agency, to make a choice to preserve herself, her life, and her joy independent from the rules and games the rest of the cultivation world plays

I mean, yes, this is a totally valid and worthwhile pursuit of research worldbuilding, but also I don’t think the co-opting of the Scout’s Honor gesture is inherently colonial? I understand the urge to try and find historical grounding for every little thing in period dramas, but also, people just freely use thumbs-up gestures and incorporate all sorts of anachronistic things (another anon pointed out potatoes and dreamcatchers), so striving too hard to seek a kind of ‘historical authenticity’ feels like putting this show on a pedestal it might not deserve to be on, nor does it need to be on

good god... uh....... someone who studies material culture, help us out here.......

absolutely!!! Wei Wuxian was taught how to be proper and polite and proceeds to weaponize that knowledge to great and devastating effect!

y’all I know nothing about the English subs. I didn’t watch this show with English subs, and for that I thank the heavens every day

I got really hung up on the fact that there was no blood on the ribbon, because I saw Lan Wangji’s leg and it wasn’t pretty so I Call Bullshit

okay.... but consider.... Wei Wuxian finding out that Jiang Cheng taught Jin Ling how to swim when he was a kid (because there is no way Jiang Cheng was going to let any nephew of his not learn how to swim, what if he falls off the pier, c’mon) and that Jin Ling took to it like a goddamn duck to water (it’s them Jiang genes), and Wei Wuxian pesters stories out of Jiang Cheng and learns that Jin Ling used to bother and beg his grumpy uncle to come swimming with him, it’s so hot in Lotus Pier in the summer, uncle come ON--

anyway, Wei Wuxian finds out about this and starts calling Jin Ling 小金鱼 xiaojinyu / little goldfish and it fucking SENDS JIN LING--

just, Wei Wuxian rolling up to Jinling Tower for a Discussion Conference with his husband sing-songing “little goldfish? little goldfish, where arrreeee yoooooou” and Jin Ling fucking blowing through the nearest wall ready to throw hands like “who’RE YOU CALLING A GOLDFISH” and Wei Wuxian being like “but I brought you a present?” 

don’t thank me, I’m not thanking myself for that, trust me

rip I think I watched four episodes and couldn’t take it

Gu Long is... quite the writer... I am... not a fan...

it’s an amazing phrase and the original anon should be proud of themselves

hey so first of all how very dare you--

alas I do not have a tag or a rag with drama recommendations because I haven’t actually watched anything outside of CQL and LYB. But, uh, 《琅琊榜》Langyabang / Nirvana in Fire might be your speed? The protagonist has a lot stacked against him from the get-go, that’s for sure

okay but then what will I vow to eat when I make sweeping statements about things in my metas anon. WHAT THEN

[wille-zarr]

WIP Chapter 1 Sneak Peek

I want to just take the time to thank EVERYONE SO MUCH who responded to/liked/reblogged my post last week about my fanfiction and messaged me with encouragement. Like love and support??? What did I do to deserve that? I don’t deserve any of yoooooou. <3 @arda-ancalima @disneyjedi19 @kaminobiwan @sana-katarn  @snipsndskyguy And everyone else!! I see u guise! And @barrissoffee77​, you need to read this WIP too lollll!

So, I’ve got some Clone Wars one-shots I hope to release within the upcoming weeks, but what I need right now are BETA readers for my multi-chapter The Mandalorian fanfiction. I’ve written the first several chapters and plotted most of the story out, but I want fresh eyes to look the first chapter over and give me feedback. The story’s essentially a romance/adventure/family fic. Lots of eventual soft!Din because we stan soft Din in this house. 

To give everyone a tiny taste/sneak peek, I have included a short sample from the first chapter under the “read more” break.

If you’d be interested in BETA reading, please send me a message!

Without further ado, a tiny WIP sneak peek for a taste of chapter one (rated T) (542 words):

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“I need to ask you about one of your customers.” Your voice drops so low that even you struggled to hear what you had to say. You dart your eyes around again, still not spying the Mandalorian anywhere. You can’t help but fear at any given moment he will jump at you from behind.

“Oh?” the bartender prods.

You tense, scared to even breath the words. “The Mandalorian. He came in here, right?”

The bartender nods slowly. “He’s in one of the back booths.” he whispers, tilting his head towards the rear of the cantina.

You can’t see the back booths from your current vantage point, but your teeth clench knowing you are in such close proximity to the Mandalorian. Too close. You instinctively pull your hat down to sit lower on your face.

“What is he doing here?” You hiss, “Do you know?”

The bartender’s eyes shoot around the room. Once he is satisfied there is no one close enough to eavesdrop, he says, “He’s talking with some strangers I’ve not seen before.” An impish expression slowly grows across his face. “But I may have overheard a bit of their conversation, accidentally, mind you.” He points a finger at you with a wink.

You flash him a bright grin. “Of course, of course. Accidentally.”

The old bartender motions for you to move closer towards the wall, so you slip off the barstool and move along with him. He leans in closer to your face. “The Mandalorian is trying to discover the location of Marek’s basecamp.”

You suck air through your teeth with a sharp hiss. “No way.” You shake your head. “Good luck finding that out from anyone.”

He chuckles. “I’m certainly not going to tell him.”

You laugh along with him. “Me neither. Stars!”

Another lesson you learned about this region within the first week of your stay: it’s probably a good idea to avoid associating with Marek and his smuggling ring cronies. 

Of course, you learned this after you had already “visited” said basecamp. What can you say? You have a knack for learning lessons the hard way.

But, thank the Maker, the Mandalorian is not searching for you. You feel the tension drain from your shoulders as this realization sinks in.

“If I had any money, I’d buy a drink right now,” you chuckle, tucking your chin underneath the ragged scarf hanging loosely around your neck. The bartender’s eyes soften, and he pats you gently on the shoulder.

You smile up at him. “Thanks anyway.”

You move to stand up when an abrupt clank of metal forces you back into the chair.

Oh hell! Hell! Kriffin’ hell!

All the air shoots from your lungs as you stupidly gawk up at the Mandalorian as he leans against the bar, mere feet away from you.

“For my tab,” the Mandalorian rasps through his helmet’s voice modulator as he slides credits towards the old bartender. The Mandalorian pulls away, not sparing one glance at you before sweeping out of the cantina.

You let out a sharp breath and clasp your hands over your eyes.

“Stars,” you mumble. All of that stress and worry, and the Mandalorian hadn’t even looked at you. If you weren’t so relieved, you might would feel insulted.

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A/N: Thank you so much for reading!!!

[immortal-enemies]

Tessa gray for the character ask?

Thank yoooooou!!! 😁

First impression

I read TMI before TID, so "who dis?"

My first impression reading TID: Oh! She's going to see her- oh. Bye-bye!

Impression now

She's so wise now. I'm so happy to have seen that growth throughout the books. 😌

Favorite moment

When she calls Will out. *Chef's kiss*

Idea for a story

I really want to write her taking Kit to the Shadow Market!!

Unpopular opinion

Is saying she wasn't the center of the TID love triangle an unpopular opinion? Or have we all finally agreed it was actually Jem?

Favorite relationship

Her and Kit! I mean "Seen that movie" "Read that book"? C'mon people.

Favorite headcanon

I don't know any Tessa headcanons so I'll create one. She owns a bookstore. (But like, a secret bookstore 🤫)

Send Me a Character

[idolistic-dreams]

1, 11 and 91 with jeno, street figther au if you don't do this kind of au then... Gang au, pleaseeee thank yoooooou

1) “I’m sorry, did I just hear you right?”11) “You think I can trust you?”91) “Why do you keep giggling?”

Okay, so I hope I did it right with the whole “street fighter” vibe… I’m not entirely sure but hopefully, you still enjoy!

Link to the game if anyone wants to send requests!

•••

When Jeno came home with cuts and bruises on his knuckles for the first time, he told you it was just some rough practice on the punching bags at the gym. When he came home with bruised knuckles and a black eye, he told you it was just a fight he’d gotten into with one of the guys, nothing to worry about. You believed him then, but when he was carried into your home by Johnny and Mark with a black eye, a busted lip, what looked like a broken nose and busted knuckles? That’s when you knew he was lying.

“What the hell happened?” you asked, completely panicking as the two older boys helped your boyfriend to sit on your couch. Jeno cringed and let out a low groan as they set him down. You rushed to your bathroom to get the first aid kit and a wet washcloth.

“Thanks, you guys can go,” you waved off Johnny and Mark who were watching you rush around to grab things you needed to tend to your boyfriend. The second they were out the door, your questions started, “Why the heck do you look like you’ve been in a fight? Did someone attack you?”

“N-no… I, uh, I’ve been street fighting with some of the guys,” he admitted guiltily. He didn’t tell you cause he knew you’d be worried about him and never let him go out by himself if you knew.

“I’m sorry, did I just hear you right?” You paused from wiping the blood from his nose and lip, “Did you just say street fighting?”

“Y-yes…” he looked away, unable to stand the look of hurt on your face.

“Jeno… babe what the heck? Why? You have to stop,” you frowned and continued tending to his wounds.

“I know, Y/N I’m sorry. We were just having a little fun, it was exhilarating. I’ll stop I promise,” he sighed and put a bruised hand on your cheek, “Please, trust me?”

“You think I can trust you?” you whined and turned away from his touch, “Every time you leave the house all I’m going to think about now is if you’re out fighting!”

“I won’t do it again, not if it means ending up like this and seeing you upset,” he frowned and winced at the pain from moving his busted lip. You started giggling unintentionally. He shook his head and brought a hand up to run down his face, letting out a cry of pain as he ran over his nose, “crap!”

Your giggles grew louder and Jeno threw you a confused look, wincing in pain almost every time he moved his face.

“Why do you keep giggling?” he groaned.

“Because that’s what you get for being an idiot!” you said referring to the pain he was in. Yes, you hated that he was hurt, but hey, one man’s pain is another person’s pleasure. Jeno rolled his eyes and pushed your hand away that was putting a bandaid over his knuckles.

“Shut up,” he mumbled before tackling you in a hug. He might be an idiot, but he was your idiot and neither of you would do anything to change that.