#this is up there for dumbest thing I've ever thought but lol

[reddesires]

Play By Play

Bucky Barnes x Selective Mute Reader (Spy!AU)

Synopsis: Bucky is an eccentric espionage operative who enjoys the thrill of fucking shit up and bothering his beloved moody partner who puts up with his shit. They're the unlikely pair who work extremely well with each other. (it helps that they secretly love each other. And they were partners! gasp)

Word count: 4415

Tags: Cursing, tired reader, mentions of blood, mention of trauma, dummy Bucky, spy shit, scenes of violence, flirty/exasperated duo, bickering & banter, selective mute reader, smug bastard Bucky, love & hate relationship (they both love each other), I love them your honor

A/n: Wow, I actually managed to get this out with relative ease (sike, I had a miniature meltdown at some parts.) I wanted to make a banter fic so here is my hand at it. I tried, lol.

Flirty cocky Bucky is my favorite kind of Bucky, so this was self-indulgent if you couldn't tell.

He's an idiot, an 'irritatingly grates on your nerves incessantly' kind of fuckin idiot. He prefers his "pro no-bono method" which by the way made no damn sense but in his bucky brain, it makes perfect sense. It's making shit up along the way which usually ends with you having to pull away from your designated safe zone just so you can save him from his idiotic slip ups- swooping in at the nick of time so his dumbass doesn't get killed.

He has his moments. He's the smartest dumbest person you've ever met, but he's also the best partner you've been paired with.

He was incredibly adept when the moment really called for it, he was good at his job, he matched you on having a long history of experience of being espionage operative but he just couldn't help himself to 'spice' things up.

Truthfully, he was an adrenaline-junkie who craved more than the monotonous covers of the same old, same old. And you, his complete opposite who played by the rule book, just stoked that fire brighter.

You allowed him that space to be a complete dumbass because you possessed the proper brain cells to pull him out of sticky situations.

You have to remind yourself, 'He's the best partner you've been paired with. Deep breath, don't kill him yourself.'

He gets you, attuned with your movements both on and off the field. Dare you say that he was your closest friend despite all his headassery that gives you a constant throbbing migraine that appears the very second you can just feel he's about to do something incredibly stupid, though he calls it making 'very calculated risks'.

Again, he's the best partner you've been paired with.

With him there's no need for words, his ability to read your facial expressions bordering on something of a supernatural skill, it comes to him as easily as breathing it seems and he doesn't push for more from you.

Incredibly loyal and incredibly stupid.

You watch all the cams with a close eye- their positions settled discreetly within the elegant venue that Bucky is currently operating in, your eyebrow twitching in irritation as he stands at the bar motioning to the bartender for yet another martini.

Your hand immediately lands on the comm around your neck, your fingers nimbly pressing on the button, a series of beeps feeding through the comm in his ear. 'Stop drinking so much, you imbecile.'

The smirk that pulls on his lips is instantaneous as he quickly downs the martini without a second thought, his chuckle only causing your lip to twitch from the repressed annoyance.

"I've got this, Master Chief. Stop beeping at me,"

Your response is immediate. 'Don't call me that, dumbass. Eyes on target, get a move on,'

He hums as his eyes trail over the assigned target, he's steps away from the bar with an air of self appointed confidence and you have to give him credit, he doesn't seem out of place amongst the rich and the beautiful, he's devastatingly handsome in his black on black suit, so much so that it irritates you all the more.

'Remember, I need you to be within 2 clicks of the target. The transmitter will send a signal to his phone, I'll let you know when to pull back.' Bucky bumps into a young woman, his hand immediately settling on her waist as he flashes her a charming smile. "Sorry about that, sweetheart." Her eyes instantly flutter, and a flustered giggle pulls from her lips as he slips by her.

'Don't get distracted. After my signal, you'll need to slip into his office and plug in the USB," He discreetly grins to himself as he mocks the series of beeps in his ear back to you. "Bee boop beep, hear you loud and clear. In position. Now do your thing, R2-D2."

You roll your eyes as you activate your transmission, the signal only extending to your assigned target's device.

"You know this could go a whole lot faster if I'm closer, gives me a chance to attain personal details,"

Your hand immediately lands on your comm button, pressing down with no relent, releasing a high-pitched screech in his ear, and he jolts, a curse slipping from between clenched teeth, cupping his ear.

'The last time you did that, you flirted with the target's wife so much, you damn near got yourself shot in the foot,' the sound he releases is nothing short of a devious giggle as he mutters. "True, but she liked it."

The ping sets off, pulling your attention, and you quickly get back to the task at hand.

'Transmission complete, get in there. Also, for the love of god, don't do anything stupid. CO will have our asses.'

A smug look crossed his face as he rounded the edges of the ballroom towards his next objective. "Don't you worry your pretty little head," he simpers, "I'll keep the 'calculated risks' to a minimum."

-

As he steps into the compound, your hands move promptly, your expression one of exasperation as he slinks forward towards you with a goofy smile.

'I'm going to kill you. Where the hell were you?' His arms wrap around your waist, spinning you around, the action surprising you. You tightly hold onto his shoulders before he quickly settles you back on the ground, his eyes glowing with crackling excitement.

Your mouth falls open in surprise, your eyebrows furrowing with growing suspicion. 'What did you do?' You sign with a sigh, your head tilting. His laughter immediately follows as his hands settle on your shoulders.

"Guess who scored us the jackpot? Yeah, that's right! This guy!" He shakes you back and forth with the enthusiasm of an overly hyped child, and you feel the urge to groan out tiredly.

Bucky is an overachiever. He's down for whatever big score he can get his hands on, and obviously, you're dragged right along no matter how much you try to talk him out of it - a stubborn idiot.

'Let me guess, it's sketchy, but the pay is good?' You look up with an unimpressed look.

"It's in the Mills, Sweet-face! That supersedes all the boring details,"

You could kill him and hang him from the rafters for all the other operatives to see, then come up with the most logical explanation to tell your Case Officer why your partner was disposed of but unfortunately, Bucky was the most valuable espionage agent there is and unluckily enough, he was your problem so it was a no go.

'Fine, but if it's anything like what happened in Dubai, I'm leaving you behind.' You motion with a pout, your hands soon dropping grudgingly.

Bucky makes a sound of victory, a grin spreading onto his face as he sticks out his pinky, extended out towards you.

"Pinky promise and try not to die, Partner."

With a whole lot of mustered up willpower and prayers that you'll survive whatever scenario you'll be put in, you wrap your pinky around his.

-

The clicking of the keyboard from your work laptop filled the quiet space, your eyes slowly blinking away the tiredness sticking to the corners of your lids. Your lower back starting to ache and a headache beginning to settle in after a long day of browsing through case file after case file, so far it's all minimal details that do nothing to catch your attention.

You look to the side of you, Bucky's draped over the table with his head laying on his arms- soft breaths puffing from between his pouting lips, his eyelashes fluttering as he floats through the throes of sleep. He looked abnormally soft and calm, the complete opposite of his usual wild smile and smug look.

The way his face was fully relaxed, smooth of any crinkling and unrestrained chaos, he was unfairly pretty.

You couldn't help but brush away the curl that fell from the crown of his head in front of his eyes, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he shifted slightly in sleep.

Bucky was enigmatic in all the ways that didn't make sense, but to you, all those qualities made him - him. He often got on your nerves and you often threatened to leave him behind but the truth was, you were loyal to him to a fault, all because he stuck by you with no complaint the day you two were assigned as partners.

You were the newest operative, an unconventional agent who, for the life of you, couldn't mesh with every other agent you were paired with. Your silence and stoicism unsettling or impractical for them. You didn't care much for it.

Your trauma stemming from a mission gone wrong that rendered you into a vow of silence. 

Their need for your voice further pushing you to close that part of yourself off. Your CIA career going down the drain as a result leading you to where you are now, in an agency that specializes in espionage operatives for hire.

You can still remember that day you met Bucky Barnes, the over-eccentric agent who managed to exhaust every attempt of partnership within the bureau.

His face smudged with black gunpowder and a bloody busted lip that did nothing to dim his beaming smile and those blue eyes as he was introduced to you by your CO.

"I'll be transparent with ya, you're more than likely the 100th person I've been paired with," he's entirely unashamed by that fact as he shakes your hand with the friendliness of a golden retriever with no self preservation.

"No worries, I'll be the best partner you'll ever have!"

And from there came a collaboration of the opposites, two forces that somehow synergized so well together that there was not a doubt about you two being their top agents.

It was exhausting, both the reputation and him, but you couldn't possibly think of it being any other way.

He's your problem and you're his solution.

Fire to gasoline at worst.

Your fingers trace along his jawline, a faint smile on your face as he hums sleepily, leaning into your gentle touch.

You secure a fleece blanket around his shoulders, tucking it around his hunched over figure before settling back into your research.

-

You hear him before he enters the room.

he sing-songs your name loudly as he dramatically slams the door open, ever the drama queen he was.

As he's passing the threshold, he turns around, moon walking then spinning breaking into doing his little 'dancey dance' right in front of you as you sit on the table with your leg pulled up.

You can't help but roll your eyes at his demonstration, continuing to wipe down your pistol with careful hands.

His little grunts of exertion as he's dancing make you want to throw your rag at his head.

he grins at you with a twinkle in his eye, clearly very pleased with the upcoming topic. "Guess what, Snoopy,"

You sigh, placing your gun beside your thigh and slowly looking up at him, your eyes tracing over him. He's clean shaven and emanating his usual aftershave along with his favorite cologne - he's usually mindful of his looks and hygiene, but this bordered on more effort on his part, like he was looking to impress.

'Don't tell me you harassed the new receptionist,' You sign with a flat look, that exasperation building in your chest as you pinch your nose bridge not caring for the gun grease coating your fingertips.

His laugh is instantaneous. "Come on, I didn't harass her! She was totally into it," he smugly smiles at you, leaning in closer. "So much so, she agreed to a date!"

'You cost us our last receptionist, Barnes,' You respond in kind, your expression mocking his before it falls as you shake your head.

"True, but only because I mentioned the background check and her newest fraudulent tax claims.."

'It's not easy being a receptionist in this economy,' You motion, shrugging as you wipe off the residue from your fingertips.

"Perhaps I came off as too intense?" He hums with a smirk before biting it down, scrunching his nose at you playfully.

'Intense doesn't cover it, more like stalker-ish,' You mirror his smirk, hopping off the table with ease.

"Occupational hazard, Sweet-face," he grins, swiping his finger over your nose bridge, rubbing the grease between his fingers.

You huff in amusement before you smooth down his shirt over his shoulders and slick his hair back with a raised eyebrow, signing. 'Behave out there, Barnes. We prefer to have a receptionist within our midst.'

"No promises, I like to keep you guessing." He says as he tips your chin with his finger before he's moon-walking towards the door bumping into it like an idiot, winking at you on the way out.

-

This is the 5th time in 10 minutes that Bucky has tugged at your hair, each and every time you smacked his hand away as if he was a pesky gnat, which in your head, he was.

'Why are you being so clingy?' You turn to him abruptly, your signing exuding your exasperation.

He tilts his head, his cheek pressed into his palm.

"Just missed you s'all," He says slyly, making a kissy face tipping towards you, it doesn't take you a second to push him away- your palm pressed against the middle of his face, your distaste clear on your face.

'Kiss me, and you're losing more than just your life.'

He giggles, nipping at your finger in retaliation. "Be still my beating heart, you flirt,"

'Please, shut your face.' Your forehead smacks on to the table with a loud thud, you definitely regret getting him that double shot espresso Red Eye with whip cream and caramel drizzle, he insisted- insisted was too nice of word- more like begged for.

You just hope his caffeine high would crash down on him before your wrath did.

'I need you to focus, you himbo,' Your hand grips his chin firmly, trailing his attention back to you, he grins. 'Our client is coming in. CO arranged a meeting for that big score you somehow attained.'

"Oh hell yeah! First impressions!" His voice muffled from his pursed lips as you squeezed his cheeks in between your fingers, your eyebrows furrowing with a tiny frown.

You release him from your grasp, your signing stern. 'I need you to be sane,' You poke the middle of his forehead, his head lightly bobbling from the movement. 'No crazy expositions and unnecessary rants again.'

The slow crawl of a smile slips onto his face as he pinches your cheek. "Sweet-face, you're cute when you worry,"

Your face is blank as you resist the urge to sigh. He's so infuriating- but the fondness that warms your chest overruled that fact more than you'd like to admit.

"We're a 5 star duo, we've never disappointed," his face falls into something softer, a flicker of reassurance in his blue eyes "I wouldn't let you down, Y/n."

You huff out of your nose, the corner of your lips tugging in a sideways smile. 'I don't doubt you, Bucky.'

His chest deflates subtly, your eyes immediately catching it - you're suddenly all too aware of your rising heartbeat. He truly valued your opinion of him.

You mattered to him.

He clears his throat, his hand rubbing the back of his neck before he tugs at your hair again. "Then it's a good thing you have faith in my pro no-bono method."

And the moment is dead.

'I hate the pro no-bono method!'

-

The thing you dreaded most other than Bucky's shenanigans was his first impressions. It always ended poorly on your behalf.

Whilst you tried to maintain a point of professionalism and poise, Bucky was the pin to that outlook each and every time.

You have no idea how your CO could bear to go through these meetings. You were barely surviving them without,

A. Wanting to jump through the nearest window despite being 30 floors high and,

B. Wanting to kick Bucky down the first elevator shaft you come across, but you supposed those were the trials and tribulations of being acquainted with the one and only Bucky Barnes.

The mischievous smile that threatened to break out across his face pulled an exhaustion that emerged from deep within your bones - the feeling appearing as an ache did when the cold winds picked up outside.

'Bucky, please. You look like you're holding back an aneurysm,"

His eyes were glued to the double doors with a strange excitable intensity, awaiting the honored client, but the quick glance over let you know he knew exactly what you signed.

"Hush, Gromit. I'm trying to focus here."

An indignant huff escapes your lips involuntarily, your lips falling into a frown as you glare at the side of his face, only causing him to smirk as he feels your gaze on him.

'You're insufferable, Barnes.'

You turn away, not bothering to see if he caught what you said, walking over to your CO's desk and roughly flipping open the client's file, your eyes scanning over the general information.

It was interesting enough.

Son of a corrupt CEO, in need of experienced espionage operatives to steal valuable asset information. Highly dangerous, could potentially end in shed blood.

Okay.. Typical Friday night.

"Glare any harder and you'll set the file on fire," He hums teasingly, his hands landing on the desk leaning towards you with a coquet smile- no doubt his way of distracting you from your grumpy mood before your scheduled meeting.

You supposed he was sweet for the thought, but you can see through him too well. He was only trying to soften the metaphorical blow to your ego once he transitioned into his characteristic 'first impressions'.

Your eyebrow twitches in response.

He blows you a kiss.

Right on schedule, your CO and client walk right through those double doors with the swagger of men who wanted to get down to business, and you could respect it, but you knew it wouldn't last long.

Your CO throws a pointed look at Bucky, his arms crossing and his lips pulled into a disapproving frown- he can feel the chaos that stirred up in the blue eyed man as soon as they walked into the room.

"Mr. Wells, I'd like to introduce you to our most elite members, Bucky Barnes and Y/n L/n." He gestures with a tight smile.

Bucky's contemptuous smile almost tempts you to smile slightly yourself- Perhaps you two had every reason to be boastful in your work.

You make your way around the desk, standing behind Bucky, nodding your head in greeting.

"What's good, man. We're the lowly souls at your disposal," Bucky simpers, a shit eating grin leveling his face.

Your head immediately snaps to stare at the side of his face, your mouth slightly parted in dismay.

Mr. Wells laughs in response, his brow raising in amusement. "Nice one, appreciate it." 

You almost sigh in relief that Mr. Wells took Bucky's words with a grain of salt - 10 different scenarios flashed before your eyes from the idiot's comment alone.

Your eyes trail warily over to the trio as they slip into standard talk of the mission, you lean against the front of the desk with your arms crossed, listening into the more important details, trying to drown out Bucky's incessant side comments.

He's so lucky he had a cute face, or otherwise, his life would be on hard-mode from his cheeky mouth alone.

You couldn't help but disassociate as you stare in their direction, only snapping out of it when their conversation catches your attention at the mention of you.

"Does she do that a lot?.. Stare like that?" Mr. Wells asks curiously, his gaze shifting to Bucky.

Bucky grin hooks the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, I like calling her 'Silent but Deadly'."

"Like.. a far-?"

"Yeah." Bucky cuts him off while shrugging, and you don't even give him a moment to revel in his amusement as you slap the back of his head, his head jeering forward by the force.

A choked laugh tears from his mouth as he cradles the back of his head. "See?"

Your glare is searing as you lift your hand up again in a threatening manner, and Bucky giggles boyishly, putting his hand up in surrender.

That metaphorical blow to your ego was enough for you to commit both treachery and homicide. He's so lucky that he had a cute face.

-

Okay, this isn't anything like a typical Friday night.

You figured that this would be harder than the standardized ops you were usually sent on, but you never thought you would be up against a small militia of men that Mr. Wells' father had on guard.

The drive that sat in your pocket felt as if it was burning a hole against your thigh as you pressed against your hiding spot away from the men's scanning eyes. 

You had been separated from Bucky, and you felt as if you were gonna throw up your heart from anxiety as you clutched the fabric of your shirt tightly.

Your comms have been intercepted, and you couldn't risk using them. you just wanted to find Bucky more than anything. The thought of him in need of your help caused your breathing to pick a more panicked pace and a flustered haze encompassed over your brain.

You needed to move forward.

There was no way in hell you would be leaving this place without him.

You ran up the hall, hiding behind a wall when you peeped two men running up the staircase, their voices carrying with rugged urgency. "He's up on the renovated floor! Trap him in!"

Your mind raced as you thought back to map layout of the building. The renovated floor is the 21st floor.

You slammed your shoulder into the stairwell door, immediately pointing your gun in the men's direction as you determined their positions from their loud footsteps.

Your bullet made its way into the first man's leg, he yelled out in pain, his gun slipping from his hand and down into the endless spiral of stairs. The second man runs back down in an attempt to save his partner but you're quick to make a head-shot and run up in a hurry, shooting the first man without a second to spare as you pass him.

You can hear the commotion from the renovation floor, the gunfire and screams bouncing off the stairwell walls with a vengeance, and you ignore it as best as you could - steeling your emotions.

You don't bother with stealth as you roll into the hall, staying low to avoid the bullets sent your way, you shoot up from your low position- landing each shot with practiced precision.

You run forward toward the end of the long hall, a choked breath trying to rip from your chest as you hear yells from the boardroom.

You quickly reload, throwing your empty cartridge to the side as you slam into the room.

Your world slows as you pass the threshold, watching your partner lose his footing as he falls through the broken window behind him as he dodges the knife swinging toward him.

"BUCKY!"

Three shots resonated through the air.

-

Your voice rang through the air, and it seemed all else was drowned out as he heard you call out his name.

His arm ached with the burning pain as he held onto the ledge of the building, glass digging into the delicate skin of his fingers, piercing them with the promise of scarring in the near future. He could feel his right arm tremble viciously as he threw his other arm up in an attempt to pull himself up. Blood dribbled down his skin in red rivulets.

What shook him most right at this moment is that while he feared falling to his death, he was dreading dying without seeing you one last time.

He wanted to see you. He bit his lower lip hard, hard enough that he tasted iron. He wanted you more than anything right now.. so much so he heard what he thought was your voice as he fell..

Did he imagine you calling out his name?

That question quickly died out when you urgently grabbed his forearm using all the strength you could possibly muster, your eyes glassy, and your expression so desperate as you clutched onto him to pull him into safety.

He could hear the panic-stricken pace of your breathing. He's seen you like this once before and it destroyed him as it did before, and as he's pulled over the ledge, his chest both somehow constricted and expanded as he instantly pushed himself into your space.

You're here. He's so relieved and grateful that you're once again here for him.

"You're an angel, both physically and vocally." He says breathlessly as he grabs the back of your head, pressing a hurried kiss to your forehead.

He knew the humorous compliment after a near death experience was certainly a choice, but he didn't worry about it as he knew that you could see right through him. You always did.

When you two were safe and sound, he would properly handle it. You weren't the only one who could feel the remnants of dark doubt that hung over the two of you.

Your lips pull back in a relieved smile as you grip onto his shoulders, an exhaustion radiating off you as you shakily tilt your head.

Bucky quickly pulls you behind him, ducking behind cover as he hears the oncoming footsteps of men stomping their way down the hall. His hand grazing over his flash bomb and double-checking his ammunition in his gun. 

You settle next to him, your expression schooling itself immediately with practiced ease, your hand pulling back the hammer of your pistol, emptying itself of the hollow shells.

"Bucky.." His head whips back in your direction, breathless as he awaits your next words.

You stick out your pinky. "You promised." Your voice is low and shaky from disuse.

There's a dazed look in his eyes - as if all other surrounding sound didn't matter to him but your voice.

The quintessence of all that was worthy of reverence.

'Oh fuck.' Crosses his mind within a split second.

He doesn't hesitate to wrap his pinky around yours, pulling your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles with vigor.

"I promised."

[mmmthornton]

Yu Yu Hakusho / The Hangover AU where Kurama asks the boys to take Hiei out for a Traditional Human Bachelor Party before their wedding when they're older so Hiei can appreciate the human heritage he's marrying into, but they lose the little guy. Yusuke only figures it out when he's on the phone about to confess what happened to Kurama when Kurama sighs and says how "Hiei just likes to be a big (tall) guy sometimes" and then Yusuke is like "OH MY GOD HES ON THE ROOF".

[lazy-ahh]

HIII !! :0 we've spoken before but I've only realized now I haven't been requesting things anonymously (omg I'm stupid I know lmao) :3 uhmmm here's another idea but it's more of a prompt lol, you can do whatever you want with it :)

Jason or reader : “You stayed.”

Jason or reader : “I’m still deciding if that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever done.”

LIKE WE WERE KIDS AGAIN

pairing jason todd x gender neutral reader

"you stayed," you murmur, voice cracking like the childhood promises you both broke. jason doesn’t answer—just holds you tighter, as if his arms could undo years of hurt. (they can’t. but tonight, with your laughter muffled against his chest and his fingers tangled in yours, maybe "broken" doesn’t have to mean "unfixable.")

taglist @kasarian , @queermaeda , @yujensstuff , @thebatsgreatestfailure , @roryroro

the first time jason sees you again, he’s supposed to kill you.

the warehouse is burning around you both, smoke curling thick in the air, the scent of gasoline and gunpowder clinging to the back of his throat. he’s here on orders—some lowlife crime lord’s hired muscle needs to be put down, and the red hood doesn’t ask questions. not anymore.

but then he sees you.

you’re standing in the middle of the wreckage, blood smeared across your split knuckles, a gun dangling loosely from your fingers like you’ve forgotten how to hold it. your eyes are hollow, glazed over—like you’re not really here. like you’ve been carved out and left empty.

he doesn’t recognize you at first. not with the way your shoulders hunch inward, like you’re trying to disappear. not with the way your hands tremble around the grip of the gun, finger twitching near the trigger like you’re fighting the urge to use it. but then you turn, just slightly, and the flickering firelight catches the curve of your cheekbone—the same one he used to poke when you were kids, laughing when you’d swat his hand away and call him an idiot.

"no fucking way," he breathes, the words punched out of him.

you don’t react. your gaze slides right past him, vacant, like he’s just another shadow in the room. like he’s not the boy who used to sneak you candy under the dinner table when your parents weren’t looking, who promised to protect you from monsters under the bed.

(he failed, didn’t he? because here you are—another ghost in a world that chews up kids like you and spits them out. and now you’re standing on the wrong side of his gun, working for the same bastards he’s been hired to wipe out.)

your lips part, just slightly, and he thinks you might say something. but then your jaw clenches, and something dark flickers in your eyes—betrayal. because of course you’ve heard the stories. the red hood doesn’t hesitate. the red hood puts bullets in skulls without a second thought.

and here he is, staring you down like you’re just another target.

(you don’t know that his finger’s frozen on the trigger. that his chest is so tight he can’t breathe. that all he can think is—what the hell happened to you?)

(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

the second time, he corners you on a rooftop.

the wind howls between you, sharp enough to cut, and jason’s boots scrape against gravel as he steps forward. you’re backed against the ledge, panting, one hand pressed to your side where blood seeps through your fingers—a bullet graze, too close for comfort. the red helmet hides the way his throat bobs, the way his teeth grind together at the sight.

you’re hurt.

the realization hits him like a punch to the gut. he’d chased you across half the city, fury burning through his veins because how could you—but now that he’s here, all he sees is the way your knees wobble, the way your breaths come too fast, too shallow. like you’re one wrong move from collapsing.

"what the hell are you doing?" he growls, voice distorted through the modulator, harsher than he means it to be.

you blink at him, slow, like you’re struggling to focus. the moonlight catches the sweat on your brow, the blood smeared across your cheek. when you speak, your voice is rough, exhausted. "surviving."

like it’s obvious. like it’s the only thing left in the world that makes sense.

and jason—

jason wants to scream.

because this isn’t you. the you he knew would’ve flinched at the sight of blood, would’ve squeezed his hand too tight when you crossed the street, would’ve cried when you scraped your knee on the playground and let him carry you home. the you he knew had laughed so loud it echoed, had tucked wildflowers into his pockets when he wasn’t looking, had been alive.

but the person in front of him now?

they don’t even blink as they wipe their bloody hands on their jacket, smearing red across the fabric like it’s nothing. like pain is just another part of the routine.

(he remembers, suddenly, stupidly—the way you’d cling to his sleeve when you were scared. the way you’d whisper don’t let go even when there was nothing to be afraid of.)

"you’re working for them," he accuses, stepping closer. his voice cracks, just slightly. "the same bastards who—"

"i don’t have a choice," you interrupt, voice brittle, breaking.

your hands shake. not from the cold. not from the wound.

from fear.

(he hates how small you sound. hates it even more because he knows, now, that you’ve been afraid for a long, long time.)

for a heartbeat, neither of you move. the city sprawls beneath you, all flickering lights and distant sirens, but jason doesn’t hear any of it. all he hears is the ragged sound of your breathing. all he sees is the way your shoulders curl in, like you’re waiting for a blow.

you think i’m going to hurt you.

the thought makes something in his chest splinter.

(he should. he should. that’s what the red hood does. that’s what he came here for.)

but then you sway, just slightly, and without thinking, his hand shoots out—fingers wrapping around your wrist to steady you.

your skin is cold.

(he doesn’t let go.)

(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

the third time, he finds you in a shitty motel room, and the sight cracks something open in his ribs.

the air smells like stale cigarettes and cheap disinfectant, the kind that burns your nose if you breathe too deep. you're curled into yourself on the bed, knees drawn to your chest, arms wrapped tight around them like you're trying to hold yourself together. the dim yellow light from the flickering lamp paints everything in sickly shadows—the hollows under your eyes, the dried blood on your sleeve, the way your fingers dig into your own arms hard enough to leave bruises.

on the nightstand, a half-empty bottle of whiskey sits next to a gun.

(jason's stomach turns. he knows what that means. knows what you were thinking when you put it there.)

you don't fight when he sits beside you. don't even look up. just keep staring at the cracked wall across from you, blank, like you're already gone. like you were waiting for death, and he's just the grim reaper finally showing up to collect.

(he wants to shake you. wants to pull you into his arms. doesn't know which would hurt more.)

"why?" he asks, softer this time. voice rough like he's the one who's been crying, even though your eyes are dry.

your lips twitch—something that might’ve been a laugh in another life. it cracks apart before it even leaves your throat, splintering into something raw and wounded, more like a sob caught between your teeth. your fingers curl into the thin motel sheets, knuckles white, as if clinging to them could keep you from falling apart completely.

"they promised they'd kill me if i didn't." your voice is barely there, scraped thin from screaming or silence—he can't tell which. then, softer, breaking: "i couldn't let them do that... not without seeing you for the last time."

the admission hangs in the air between you, fragile as the dust motes drifting in the dim light. jason feels it like a knife to the ribs—because you thought you were going to die, and your last thought was him.

jason's breath catches like his lungs forgot how to work.

suddenly, he's fifteen again—kneeling on hot pavement behind your apartment building, watching through messy bangs as you carefully press batman bandaids over his scraped knees. "hold still, dummy," you'd huffed, but your hands were gentle even when they shook. the cherry popsicle you'd split with him earlier dripped sticky-sweet on your chin, and when he laughed and wiped it away with his thumb, your cheeks went pink as the sunset. in that moment, twelve-year-old jason thought, with startling clarity: i'd follow you anywhere. die for you if i had to.

the memory burns worse than the whiskey in his gut. because now he knows—you never wanted this. never chose the blood staining your hands or the hollows under your eyes. you'd been stolen, just like he was. broken, just like he was.

(he should've known. should've seen the signs sooner—the way your hands trembled even when empty, the way your eyes kept darting to exits like you expected hands to grab you any second. god, how many times had you looked at him, silently screaming for help he didn't recognize?)

the mattress creaks as he shifts closer. his hand hovers over your shoulder, trembling with the weight of every unsaid thing between you. when his palm finally settles against the thin fabric of your shirt, he can feel your heartbeat rabbiting beneath—alive, alive, alive against all odds.

"i'm sorry," he whispers, and it's not enough. will never be enough for all the ways he failed you.

(he doesn't specify what for. the list is too long: for not protecting you. for thinking you'd gone bad. for that last summer before everything burned—when he'd peeked through your bedroom window and saw you muttering to your reflection, practicing how to say "i like you" with reddening ears. he'd nearly fallen off the fire escape grinning, thinking just say it already, i'll say it back, never knowing your confession would be stolen along with everything else the next day.)

you finally look up at him, eyes wide and lost, and jason thinks—

oh.

there you are.

somewhere beneath the blood and bruises and broken pieces, beneath the flinches and the fear and the face you've had to wear to survive—you're still you. the same kid who patched his wounds and shared your popsicles and looked at him like he hung the moon.

and despite the pit's rage, despite the bullets and the bodies and the years of pretending he's someone else—he's still him too. still the boy who promised to keep you safe.

(he won't fail you again.)

(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

"you stayed," you murmur into the quiet, finally meeting his gaze through the dim light. the words taste fragile on your tongue, like they might break if you speak too loud.

he exhales, rough around the edges. "i'm still deciding if that's the dumbest thing i've ever done," he says, but there's no bite to it—just that familiar teasing lilt that makes your chest ache.

(you remember him saying the same thing at twelve when he climbed your fire escape with a black eye, grinning through split lips because he'd "won" the fight. you'd called him an idiot then too.)

but he doesn't leave. doesn't even shift away when you curl tighter into yourself, knees digging into your ribs like you're trying to disappear.

"hey." his finger pokes your cheek—just like when you were kids. "stop that. you're thinking too loud."

you blink up at him. "i'm not a—"

"a gremlin? yeah, you are." his grin is all teeth, the same one he'd flash when stealing your lunchbox snacks. "always were. remember when you tried to eat mrs. mackey's science project because you thought it was jello?"

a startled laugh punches out of you. "it looked like jello!"

"it was a dissection specimen, you menace."

"you ate some too!"

"only after you dared me, you little—"

the rest gets swallowed by your shriek as he suddenly tackles you, fingers digging into your ribs exactly where you're most ticklish. the sound that comes out of you is half-laugh, half-sob, startled and bright after so long without.

(just like that summer when you'd both gotten caught in the rain, how he'd carried you piggyback through the downpour while you shrieked about his cold hands sneaking under your jacket to tickle you.)

you retaliate by shoving your icy feet against his calves, grinning at his yelp. "cheater!" he gasps, but he's laughing too, really laughing, the sound warm and rough and so painfully familiar it makes your eyes burn.

somewhere between breathless wrestling and poorly-aimed pillow attacks, you end up with your face smushed against his chest, his arms locked around you like he's afraid you'll vanish if he lets go. the quiet settles over you both, comfortable in a way nothing has been in years.

"missed this," you mumble into his shirt. the admission feels dangerous.

his heartbeat stutters under your ear. "...yeah."

(he remembers your thirteenth birthday, how you'd fallen asleep just like this during your movie marathon, how he'd stayed perfectly still for hours just so he wouldn't wake you. how he'd thought, with terrifying certainty: this. i want this forever.)

your fingers curl into his sleeve on their own accord, clinging like you're eight again and afraid of thunderstorms. jason's breath hitches—then his hand comes up to card through your hair, gentle in a way the red hood never is.

"stay?" you whisper, already half-asleep.

his arms tighten. "'til you're sick of me."

(he means forever. you both know it.)

2.2k full of jason todd and reader being traumatised together...! yippe...! .... AHHHHHH WHY DO I EVEN DO THIS TO MYSELF??? and also, don't worry mysterious anon, you're not stupid at all, don't you EVEN think about it >:[ hope you enjoyed this teehee! <3

[taevescence]

can we have a drabble or oneshot where the oc says 'i can't pay for anything* this time' or offers to split the budget 50/50 and jungkook literally😒😤😡🤬 gets mad like I'm your man I'm responsible for you etc🤭hehehhe make me a delululu, I don't have work tomorrow♥️😂

Princess Treatment

a/n: I'M OFFICIALLY BACK (this is the first order I've uploaded in months lol). First of all, I'm sorry to be back after so long, I've been very busy, but I'm finally a free person and I'm at your complete disposal!

Warnings: I read the request and immediately thought of Jungkook from BOTN so I couldn't help myself and ended up using his story as the basis for the drabble, so yes, this is a little drabble of Jungkook vocalist and Y/N's relationship!, reader is 2 years older than Jk, Jungkook is totally and completely in love with Y/N and he doesn't mind hiding it, he's been in love for a long time and is willing to give anything to keep his princess happy because he knows how much she's worth and deserves to be loved <3.

WC: 760

Taglist: @thunderg @minjianhyung @queenv1997 @yoongtism @lizzymizzy-blogg @superbbananananana @drpepperobsessed @themwordsblog @taekritimin123 @bluecloudss @yooglefics @irishhbamb

Dividers: @omi-resources

"What did you say?" Jungkook murmured, stopping his fork halfway to his mouth. You were sure he'd heard what you said, but judging by the frown on his face, he didn’t seem to like the idea much.

“No... I don’t think I can pay the rent this month, at least not on my own,” you bit your bottom lip, feeling your hands begin to sweat with the uncertainty. “Do you think we could split it?” you sighed, hiding your face behind your hands. You felt embarrassed, maybe even a bit ridiculous. You were older than him, you’d been working longer than he had—how could you ask him for this? It felt really humiliating.

For a moment, you thought he’d react the same way your ex had when you asked him for the same thing a few years ago. You could almost hear the excuses and how asking for a 50/50 split was stupid, especially since he barely spent any time at home that month.

But you’d forgotten something important. This wasn’t your ex. This was the damn Jeon Jungkook, the guy who’d waited almost a decade to be with you, the one who fought with your ex when he found out what he’d done, the same one who sacrificed his reputation and the band’s just to rush to the hospital when you’d had a small accident.

“No, forget it, how could I let you pay the rent on your own?” he quickly shook his head, pushing his plate aside to look at you like you’d just said the dumbest thing he’d ever heard, “I’ll cover all the expenses, don’t worry about it.”

You froze for a few seconds, slightly opening your mouth in surprise. Had you heard that right? Did he want to pay it all? Everything?

You shook your head, trying to regain your composure before asking again, “What...? Sorry, I think I heard wrong. You want to pay it all? The whole rent?”

“And the bills too,” he said matter-of-factly, pouring himself more soju. He glanced up for a second, then gave you that signature smile of his that melted your heart every time you saw it. “Noona, I’ve been paying for this place since the beginning, and it was me who asked you to live here with me in the first place. How could I let you pay the rent? And by yourself?” He shook his head, letting out a laugh. “That’s stupid.”

“It’s not... I…” you tried to say something, anything, ask him why he was doing this, but for some reason, it was hard for you to say anything. Probably because you’d never had a boyfriend so understanding.

“Besides... it would be unfair to split the rent 50/50 when our salaries are different. I’ve seen how much you’ve worked to get where you are, and I’ve seen how they pay you pennies for the amazing work you do,” he took your hand across the table, bringing your knuckles to his lips and pressing a soft kiss against them. “I want you to have that money for yourself, to spend on you, without worrying about how much you need to live in our home.”

“Jungkook…” you murmured, feeling your cheeks begin to heat up. What were you supposed to do in situations like this? Laugh? Cry? Run away? The last option seemed good.

“As long as I have a job, I’ll give you absolutely everything you want, Y/N, because that’s what you deserve,” he smiled softly, his lips still gently pressed against your knuckles, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine from the contact.

“Ugh, don’t look at me like that,” you said quietly, lowering your head and covering your eyes with your hand. You felt way too embarrassed, way too shy.

“Like what?” he laughed, tilting his head, trying to make eye contact with you. A triumphant smile spread across his face when he succeeded.

“I don’t know... like you love me too much,” you murmured, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. You knew he was looking at you, and you knew he liked seeing you like this. For some reason, you didn’t feel as embarrassed with him, you felt... happier.

“Because I do, Noona,” he moved his free hand to your cheek, barely grazing it with the tips of his fingers. It felt warm and soft and so... right. “I’ve loved you for years.”

And you knew he meant it, because, damn, how could that bright look in his eyes full of hope be fake?

Masterlist.

[strippedtights]

Fluff Nagumo (sakamoto days) x GN reader!! It could be about anything Idc as long as it’s fluff!! Include nsfw in the end if you would like too I don’t mind 🫶

✧ nagumo as your boyfriend

◜ ⟣𓂃 hey anonn :3 sorry for the hold up i've been suffering writer's block for like months and shit & i decided it’s the best for me to do like a little headcanon thing cuz like tbh i don’t think i could write a full fic tho 🫡 also the nsfw part is lacking at best because i genuinely still do not KNOW how to WRITE for NAGUMO!!! WHY OH WHY!!!! anyway i hope it caters to you. xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

warnings ✎ : nsfw content, gender neutral reader (genitalia is not mentioned only your chest and your butt KEK) obsessive behavior mayhaps? ➜ ┊ pairings: nagumo x reader

♯┆SFW .ᐟ ★

he's such a wonderful bf *sigh*

he's also quite a teaser ngl, i think he blows on your neck a lot and when you flinch and glare at him he always has a shit-eating grin.

quite overprotective of you, even if you're literally extremely muscular and can literally bodyslam someone, he cannot BEAR the sight of you getting a small scratch on your face. or you getting into a fight

he's also a drama king

"oh hey nagumo...uhh what're you doing...?"

"applying rubbing alcohol on your face duh, who did this to you?? >:("

"what're you talking about...oh."

"oh?"

"heh...um that was me. i did that. i was...ripping a candy bag open. with my teeth. and the sharp part...cut my face." *insert mlp squee sound*

"..."

he's still going to thoroughly disinfect it and check on it everyday until it's gone. what a king!

he's very handsy, so you will find his hand SOMEWHERE on your part of your body.

you get so used to it you don't even notice.

if you ever sleep together, he always has both of his arms wrapped around you and whenever you wake up in the morning, you feel a puddle of drool in your hair. like always.

when he's sitting down next to you he always has the habit of grabbing your nearest hand and massaging your phalanges. or just intertwining and detangling your fingers with his.

also has the habit of just staring at you for no reason

it's like when you accidentally hold eye contact or stare at a person while your zoning out

except for his case he does it intentionally.

quite possessive of you, in some cases it can be unhealthy. also a bit jealous. (i might go on with this in a ramble if i could)

always offers his frumpy looking jackets and hawaiian shirts for you to wear

and you do because...who tf wouldnt lol

and when you do wear them he melts a little

trace his tattoos with your fingers!!! he finds that gesture slightly intimate

also you two have a game where every year for his birthday you pick out the dumbest tattoo design and make him get it

last year it was a badly drawn dick with two circles and a long oval lol

♯┆NSFW .ᐟ ★

i think he's personally an ass/thigh man

he's always finding a way to sneakily grope them in public settings

speaking of that he probably likes public risky sex (what a freak literally)

the thought of you and him getting off in the back of some janitor's closet or something like that with the door unlocked will get him hard ngl

he also probably has a size kink

AND this might be an unpopular opinion BUT i personally think that he would want to explore pegging

but you didn't hear that from me........................

he would think about asking you about it time to time but he won't personally act on it because it's not something he wants to experience it yet

(sorry)

dick size is kind of around 5 or 6 inches when hard probably and it's not very girthy i will not lie 🙅but it hits all the right spots i guess so yass?

he likes bondage, but wants to see you tied up most of the time :3

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 04.12.24, do not repost or translate my content :^)

[spaceycat]

Hai.

Twitter Camstar!Chris. Pls.

the blonde happy trail. his stomach and chest caving and heaving while he jerks off infront of the camera.

the gasping. and groaning. oh. my. god.

IM SO IN BRO, ILY. (i am such a sucker for this trope) enjoy !!

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✮⋆˙ ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ...  ╰┈➤ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 Pt. 1 / 5 ⋆˚࿔

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: lockjaw by sir mix-a-lot (4:19)

✰ pairing: camstar!chris hartley x fem!reader

✰ cw: swearing, talk of porn creation, kinda smutty but its just chris' porn LOL, kinda mild for whats to come

✰ word count: 1.0k+

✰ summary: your friends were talking about this new guy on pornhub, twitter, onlyfans, all of the above really that has taken the internet by storm. you looked it up out of curiosity to find that it was your friend chris at the centre of it all.

✰ a/n: yeah so i made this into a three parter because i was kinda obsessed with this...

see pt. 1 (you are here) , pt. 2, pt. 3, pt.4 & pt.5

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༺colour chart༻ reader ❀ chris ★ hayley margot (random characters for plot convenience)

You were at work, getting ready to clock out - in the break room. Packing up your computer, charger, phone, when your workfriends came walking in. "Have you seen that on guy twitter and stuff?" "He's on onlyfans too--" "Why are you guys talking about onlyfans at work?--" "No, you have to understand-- there's this new guy he's on like.. twitter, pornhub on everything and people are obsessed with him." "And, I'm guessing you two are obsessed with him aswell?" "Maybe.. I'm looking into the cam girl business to hook up with him." "That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard." "You have to see him yourself, then you'll be the exact same." "404ByteMe is his name." "That is-- I'm sorry bite me?" "No-- byte me like some nerdy shit, he must be into tech or something." "Tech and Porn, goes perfect together." You'd pack the rest of your stuff up, clearly uninterested. "I've got to go.. I'll see you tomorrow."

You made your way to your apartment, setting your stuff down as you toed off your shoes. Letting out a sigh, you pulled out your phone. ByteMe, that's dumb. You were then texted by your bestfriend Chris, he's a reserved person - not really knowing your work friends.

today - 4:57pm "we still on for tonight??"

"unless ur planning on ditching me, yeah we are ;P" "perf, be there at half past" "yep x"

You set your phone down, you had to clean your apartment and shower before Chris came over for dinner. You cleaned up your apartment, as you checked your phone you realised it was 5:23pm. You still needed to shower, surely Chris would be late-- and besides he wouldn't care if you were in the shower for like 5 minutes.. right?

today - 5:23pm "i might be in the shower when you get here, let urself in xx"

You knew he'd be probably driving already, but he'd eventually check his phone. You went off into the bathroom, turning on the shower - as you waited for the water to heat up, you shedded out of your work uniform. Feeling grateful that it was finally off after a hot and long day at work. The water washed away all the grime and dirt from the day also loosening your muscles and just giving you a minute to be thoughtless. As you got out of the shower, you checked your phone - realising that Chris hadn't read your message. Believing that he wasn't at the apartment yet. You wrapped a towel over yourself, drying off your hair as you walked out into your living room, humming to yourself - the towel cutting off your peripheral vision as you headed to the fridge. That's when you heard his voice. "Hello?--" He said with a chuckle. You turned around, seeing him in jeans, a plaid jumper and a shirt displaying a design based on some game that he probably liked. Then you became acutely aware of your clothes, or lack thereof. A blush coated your cheeks, "Shit-- shit, sorry I thought you weren't here yet--" He laughed a bit at your flusteredness, "Uh-- sorry.. I- I should've texted you or something.." "Chris it's fine-- don't apologise, let me get dressed." You practically waddled away to your bedroom, embarrassment wasnt even the right word to describe how you just felt. You could've died on the spot. You got changed into jeans and whatever shirt you could find, intending to be quick. Your hair was still wet, imprinting and sticking to your shirt - making it kind of see through. You gave up, deciding to walk back into the living room. "Sorry again--" You'd move to grab two beers from your bar fridge, walking back over to Chris - passing him one. He responded with a small "thank you." as you sat down next to him, placing your feet onto your coffee table. After dinner, you found yourselves watching some horror movie Josh suggested you two to watch. You were on your phone, not really invested in the movie as Hayley and Margot kept texting you about this Byte guy, it was starting to piss you off at this point. Why were they so persistent with it, "Plsssss, he's so hot!!" "trust me you will literally ascend to godhood seeing this man." You decided to just give in, look at one small clip or photo to see what the deal with this guy was. You faced your phone away from Chris, so he wouldnt see what the fuck you were up to on it. You went on incognito mode, like that would hide your sins. Looking up "404ByteMe" into the ponhub search bar, that's when you fell upon his profile.

He had many videos, some with some girls some solo. You turned down your volume to zero almost immediately. His profile picture was.. hot, it was faceless but holy shit what a body. A blonde curly happy trail leading to something cut out of frame, and a toned, lean stomach helping it. You clicked on a video, that's when you saw it. That smile that you've seen so many times before, those lopsided glasses that has to be pushed up every so often, that nose.

The man you were sitting next to was now plastered all over the screen, you watched himself pump his cock over and over again - probably making sweet noises that made you need to rewatch this later. Watching this felt wrong, but also so right. You watched the beads of pre-cum leak from his red swollen tip, watching his chest heave and his thighs and jaw tighten like he was about to cum, your thighs started to rub together to relieve the heat building between them, you never thought about Chris in that sense but now it was all that filled your mind. That's when a voice cut through your moment.

"You still watching this movie or what?--" You turned off your phone almost immediately, pushing it aside. "Y-Yeah.. sorry, my friends just kept texting me. I'm all yours." I'm all yours?-- okay who even says that, but as you looked at the man beside you - you could only wonder how he would look atop of you, fucking into you. You struggled to watch the movie, your phone still buzzing with texts from Hayley and Margot as you were hoping all of this would be over soon and he could leave to rewatch that video fifty more times if you could.

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YEP!! YEP!! I AM MAKING MORE CHAPTERS LIKE RN

[aspiringtrashpanda]

This is the dumbest thing I've ever written. Please familiarize yourself with this scene from the Little Mermaid for best reader experience.

Characters: Leviathan x MC Stupid musical fluff, first kiss, kiss the fish baybeeee No warnings apply

“First, we’ve got to create the mood…”

A ripple surged through the aquarium, light undulating in soft waves, permeating the wall and reaching the furthest corners of the room. You traced the movements of the tiny goldfish, the pad of your index finger catching on the tacky glass just as the orange scales disappeared from view. 

You thought you could hear the thump of a bass guitar. Was it coming from Mammon’s room?

You almost brushed it off. Almost. 

However, when you thought you saw the water in the tank slosh in time to the steady beat, you asked, “Did you hear that?” 

“Hm?” Leviathan looked up from his computer monitor. One of his many displays. He had been at the start of a popular ARPG from the human world, last time you checked. Now, he had almost completed the tutorial. Turns out, it was as easy to speed through the introduction as it was to purchase a game from another realm through Akuzon. Jeremiah Bezoar, right?

Despite the reluctance to support such a megalomaniac, Levi found his thumbs smashing buttons. Why was there always so much exposition at the beginning of the quest? He frowned, “Hear what?”

“Percussion. Strings. Winds. Words…” 

You shuddered, a chill trickling down your spine. You were voicing your discomfort before you could even place the source. 

“Voices? But… They don’t sound familiar.” Though you were reluctant to tear your eyes away from the seascape stretched before you, you found yourself stepping backwards. One heel after the other, until you nudged against the back of Leviathan’s gaming chair. 

“Gah!” He startled, his headphones falling around his neck as wide, amber eyes turned to meet your gaze. The flex of his fingers seemed anxious, his knuckles popping in time with the rhythmic thud of the bass.  “Erm, you’re probably just hearing things…”

You were so close to believing him, to accepting his words as truth. Perhaps you would have, if it wasn’t for the smooth baritone that spilled into your ears.

“There, you see him. Sitting there across the way. He don’t got a lot to say. ‘Cause he’s playing Skyrim.”

The flit of your eyes confirmed the voice’s dulcet tones. Levi was, indeed, playing the classic fantasy game by Bethesda. There was no arguing the claim, not with the way the dragon attacked the site of his execution. 

Another glance at the aquarium revealed swaying kelp among the decorating stone structures within the tank. A flash of golden filaments forced the question from your mouth, “Can Henry speak?”

“Henry?” Levi paused the game, pulling up the main menu. He squished up his nose in amusement. “LOL. Not to you.”

Though, regardless of his claims, the melody bounced about the room.

“And the arrows fly, your knee’s been nullified. Go on and kiss the boy. ” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” And whether you were asking the fish - you noticed multiple fins fluttering from the hydra anemone to the sweeping greenery within the freshwater - or Levi, you weren’t entirely sure. Regardless, Leviathan spun in his chair, rocking back and forth on the creaking hinge of his high-tech seat. It was probably sponsored. He was a prominent gamer in the Devildom, after all. 

The pause between your question and his answer would have felt deafening if it wasn’t for the consistent thump of the bass, the jingle of mallets on a seashell marimba. Perhaps you appeared confused, though the uncertainty fell in syncopated beats, along with a tune you weren’t sure Levi could hear. 

“Well, you know, you normies have inferior hearing to us dem- HEY!” His squawk managed to overwhelm the crooning from the water fixture. The shellfish had joined in with some lovely harmonies, at this point. However, you found yourself happy to be distracted by Levi’s large, clammy hands as his long fingers pried yours away from a figure on his shelf.  “Don’t touch that!”

“Ah, sorry. I was just wondering…” You couldn’t stop the rush of blood to your face, the heat searing your cheeks a pretty pink. “Is that the Lord of Shadow’s crimson banquet outfit?”

Leviathan froze, his frame somewhere between sitting and standing. With his hands on his thighs, just above his knees, it looked as though he had been about to stand, about to rush to your side and physically remove your touch from the figure you had been admiring. 

“Yes, you want him. Look at him, you know you do. It’s possible he wants you too, and there’s one way to ask him.”

There was a flash of something in the indigo veins of his burning gaze. Did he hear it, too? Before you could ask, Levi narrowed his eyes, redirected your attention to his shelf of figurines. “Are you referring to the movies you marathoned with Mammon, or the books?”

You frowned, indignance igniting a roaring fire up your spine. With a sniff, you turned away from his incredulous glare. “I actually have started reading the books, you know. But… Well, I’m only on book two.”

The soothing accompaniment looped some sort of interlude. Minnows scurried from one rock to another. A toad lingering on a stone fixture breaching the surface croaked low and heavy, “It’s a list of words, by his fave character, go on and kiss the boy.”

And it was only then that you noticed the tension building in Levi’s blue seascape of a room. You felt the way his chapped lips parted, his tongue darting out to nervously wet the skin. He swallowed loudly, rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. His headphones rattled when he pushed them into the soft indigo strands brushing his nape, displaced and apparently forgotten. You smiled as a pretty pink flush spread across Levi’s cheeks, over the bridge of his nose. 

In an attempt to comfort him, you brought his attention back to the figure on his shelf. “Tell me about him, then.”

The prejudice dissolved from his gaze, replaced with a genuine excitement that nearly turned his orange eyes as bright as the sun that never touched the Devildom. He took a deep breath in, choosing his words carefully. “The… Um, the costume design department actually stuck really close to the canon source for the crimson banquet.”

A series of bubbles floated to the surface of the aquarium. As they burst, a note rang out through the room. There were so many instruments involved in the song now. How did a crayfish play a flute? It was past logic at this point. All you could do was pretend that nothing was out of the ordinary. You offered Levi a shy smile, “Is this a special edition?”

“It is!” You loved the beam that stretched across his face, all crooked teeth and enthusiasm. “Oh! You’ll get it, then! See, Mammon tried to steal him and sell him for only 15,000 Grimm! Can you believe it? I mean, not only would it be unthinkable to sell Crimson Banquet Lord of Shadow, but to sell it for such a small amount?! It’s like he didn’t even know that the designer had actually researched the small nordic community off of Greenland to accurately represent the sort of clothing that…”

The sound of his voice was a sweeter melody than any fish could sing. You thought you caught the shimmer of a red scale, a rainbow shark swimming low to the colorful pebbles hidden in the soft silt at the base of the aquarium. You caught its eye. It winked. 

You weren’t sure how you felt about that. 

“Er, you’re probably not interested in all that…” Levi was still rambling. At the sight of his nervous expression, the way he twiddled his thumbs and averted his eyes like he thought you weren’t interested, you kicked it into high gear.

“I am.” Your heart thudded against your ribs. Really, you were. You were interested in anything Levi wanted to tell you. You found his passions fascinating. 

The moment his sunrise gaze slammed into yours, a swelling chorus rose from the aquarium. You felt your pulse thrum in time with the beat. Their voices appealed to the endorphins rushing through your veins.

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la my, oh my! The human is too shy! Ain’t gonna kiss the boy.”

A pair of koi flicked their tails, arcing past the aquarium glass with a loud, “Whoa, whoa!”

It was cute, you thought. It wasn’t as if you hadn’t entered Levi’s room with that very intention. You liked him. You had liked him for a while. Yet, you weren’t sure if he was ever going to get the hint. Hell, if even his fish knew of your soft spot for Leviathan, what did you have to lose? He had to know too, right?

So, there you were, the choir of aquarium life pushing you forward. However, as you took two steps closer to the Avatar of Envy, Levi deflated in his chair, covering his face with his hands. You could just make out his lips moving, a soft repetition, over and over again. 

Shuffling over to him, to his desk and his gaming setup, felt like walking a tight rope. “Hey,” You whispered, “Are you okay?”

He scowled, huffing a soft, “No!” 

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la ain’t that sad? The poor otaku lad. You’re gonna miss the boy.” This time, Henry the goldfish fluttered through the water, suspended in the light of the room. 

You thought he looked smug.

“Levi.” Your fingers gently grazed his knees, the soft fabric of his sweatpants encouraging you to curl your palm around the bone, to squeeze ever so slightly. 

“Yeah?” It squeaked out between the gaps in his fingers, splayed across his face. 

“I think your aquarium is serenading us.”

As if to confirm your claim, Henry - flanked by the two koi - swam in a shape too close to a heart to be anything else. You could hear the th-th-thump of your pulse in your ears. 

“Yeah…” It was cute, the way Levi’s tongue darted out to wet his lips. A crease formed in his brow, his ears burning bright as he winced, “They’ve threatened that a few times, but I didn’t think they actually would!”

“It’s kind of charming.”

“Is it?!”

Where the toad managed to find a saxophone, you weren’t sure. Nevertheless, the breezy tune paved the way for the second verse. And for what? Well… Perhaps your eyes were deceiving you, but was Levi leaning closer? 

There you were, slowly absorbed into Leviathan’s personal space, your frame falling between his knees as they trembled, parting carefully. His hand brushed his mouth, his teeth knocking his knuckles as he protested, “Y-you can just ignore it, really!”

Henry had other plans.

“Now’s your moment. Your room looks like a blue lagoon. Toggle off display #2, and offer your sweater.”

And despite his own advice, concern flashed in Levi’s eyes. “Are you cold?”

You shivered. “A little, yeah.”

“He won’t say a word. He’s just an awkward nerd, go on and kiss the boy.”

Levi’s hands - slick with nervous, cold sweat, rested on your biceps. He took a deep, shuddering breath in, and then, he steeled his resolve. “Y-you… could come closer?”

You shuffled further into his space. How you ended up edging your body between his knees as he sat in his gaming chair, you couldn’t quite recall. You supposed he had covered his face, and then you had crouched down to make eye contact, and well… Now you were wedged awfully close to his heaving chest, his eyes screwed tightly shut. 

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la don’t be scared, you’ve got the facts prepared. Go on and kiss the boy (Whoa, whoa). Sha-la-la-la-la-la don’t stop now, you’ve leveled up and wow, you’re gonna kiss the boy.” 

“Levi,” You sang, soft and sweet, drawing his name out in the same key of the song. His right eye fluttered open, peering at you with cautious optimism. 

Noses nudged together, breath mingling as the song faded into the routine bubble of the aquarium. Levi’s thumbs rubbed circles into your arms, and you found yourself near hypnotized by the steady pattern paired with the blazing heat in his fiery eyes. 

A shaky breath. A soft, “You, er, don’t have to! I mean, I’m just a yucky otaku! You… Um, if this is just a joke, it’s fine, and -”

Your lips met his. 

It was a quick kiss. Chaste and gentle. Simply the press of two mouths, both unwilling to cross any invisible line drawn in the aquarium sand. 

There was pure silence as you pulled away. The music had disappeared completely. Even the tank’s filter and the hum of Levi’s computer tower fizzled out. 

A beat, where it was only you and Leviathan.

You and Levi in the watery haze of his bedroom, your lips so very close, and yet…

It was Levi who surged forward, slotting his lips between yours once more. This time, he kissed you like he meant it, as if you were a crimson banquet-themed delicacy that he had been saving for a very special dessert. His fingers curling into your sleeves, you found yourself melting into his embrace, your heart pitter-pattering in time with the rattle from his own chest. Cupping the nape of his neck, you reveled in the soft indigo strands that brushed your palm, in the breezy scent of the sea that followed him wherever he went. 

It was a strange sensation - to feel as though you were burning alive while cocooned in the blue haze of the ocean. And yet, you never wished to experience anything else. The taste of his lips, the twist of his needy hands on your body all you could register as you scrambled into his lap, his chair creaking under your combined weight.

A quiet huff spilled from his wet lips, his bangs butting against your forehead. His jaw tensed, and you knew he was about to say something when…

A voice sounded. A voice from outside the walls of the House of Lamentation. A voice so low, it shook the very foundation beneath you.

“Oh, you wanna kiss the boy!”

Levi grimaced. You blinked. 

“Was… Was that Lotan?” You weren’t sure your ears had registered the melody correctly. 

“Can we…” Levi nuzzled his face into your neck. You could feel the humiliation radiating off him in waves. “Can we go to your room?”

*・゜・*:.。.*.。.:*・☆・゜・*:.。.*.。.:*・☆・゜

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN! I've finished the first round, please give me more! This is a fun little writing exercise for me! Find out more HERE. i love you all so much, but shout out to @shootingstarrfish and @4laurus. Please check them out. 💕

[orbital-obvious]

Some Thought on the Second season (the parts I watched, anyway)

In no order in particular, really.

=> The scene in the first episode of Jace trying to report Rhaenyra about the forces he aquired but breaking down in tears due to Luke's death was amazing. It's the conflict between being royals/rulers and being people/family. It also gave us more info about the state of the upcoming war, and showed us the relationship between Rhaenyra and her son.

=> Could have done without the "Rhaenyra looking at the distance" scenes, though. There must be a better way to explore her grief.

=> We got to see Lord Stark!!! And get some Winterfell lore!!! and go see the Watch!!!! The North is my fav I'm so glad to get that little glimpse. Also Cregan Stark is the most Stark dude I've seen on this show(s). Hopefully we'll see some fun wild blood of the wolf moments from him.

=> "I want Aemond's head" *leaves* ok girlboss but maybe come up with a plan

=> Jace hair is just.... So much better. I love character development.

=> We were robbed for not getting the Green's reaction to Aemond's kinslaying, especially since they'll have to manage the fallout from this act.

=> I don't like sexual turn in Allicent/Cole relationship. Not because I blame Allicent or whatever, I just really liked how their relationship was not grounded in romance/sex (in a way, they were respite to one another from sexual pressures) but I guess "she was a woman, he was a man" writing logic wins.

Edit: you know what? I thing that the criston -allicent thing could have been really good if we saw them get to that point. They were boinking out of nowhere . Was there something I missed in season 1?

=> I can go off all the ways this show strips women of agency and the ability to want anything, and perhaps I will (once I finish the season), but for now I don't like how Mysaria was "poor unfortunate soul forced to introduce Daemon to B&C for her freedom" and not, you know, an active perpetrator in this.

=> LOL not Daemon confronting Rheanys about the dumb scene in the dragon pit from season 1. Yes. Rheanys could've ended this war with minimum casualties. It's not her fault she didn't, the writers just decided to blow up a meaningful scene in the dumbest way ever.

=> Also there is a lot of talk during this season about the smallfolk and how their opinion can sway who wins the war, which is good, but it's odd that Rheanys' dragon stomping, killing and maiming all those smallfolk doesn't ever come up.

=> Daeron's existence being confirmed in an offhand remark after not even being MENTIONED in the last season is the FUNNIEST moment in this show for me.

=> It feels really odd to me that Aemond is still visiting the women who essentially was forced on him as a child. Like. It's the same kind of logic of "Larys has foot fetish becasue his disability is based around his foot" and I don't like it.

=> A lot of people say "They killed the boy" was Heleana not caring about her son dying, but for me it was a perfect encapsulation of her unable to handle the immense pain she's in and trying to distance herself from reality. This and the funeral scene later show Heleana trying to process her grief through her neurodivergence.

=> Real talk: why did B&C have a dog?

=> Daemon in Harrenhall is my favorite storyline, sitting there having indie horror game esque visions and phasing in and out an unfortunate reality of having to do diplomacy. Chef's kiss.

=> Daemon saying "have you considered kinslaying" to a Tully boy whos motto is "Family, Honor, Duty" is so fucking funny. He is so freaking bad at this.

=> ALYS RIVERSSSSSS MY FAVVVVVVVVV "you will die here", refuses to elaborates, leaves. Yes brew blood cocktails to give Daemon nightmares. Yessss gaslight him into thinking its the bed.

=> Ok the plan of Rhaenyra to sneak and meet with Alicent was so... Cartoonish. Also highly irresponsible for the ruling queen to dissapear without a trace during a WAR. Worse of all, it was kind of boring, and cost us valuable time we could use to expand upon other characters.

=> Like I know Cole sent the twin with a similar plan but at least that was acknowledged as stupid by the narrative, and also had an explosive and emotionally satisfying conclusion.

=> LMAO at Otto complaining about Aegon as he was fired, alll the way up to and including when he was packing to go back to the Reach.

=> What team am I if I think Aegon is a legit Usurper but Rhaenyra is kinda boring?

[octodrawn]

Hmmmm.... I'm thinking about making a video essay on the gendered themes of LPS 2012 in a similar vein to Lily Simpson but with a wider scope including the girls vs boys plot lines, feminist vs misogynist moments and general episodes about gender roles along with anything trans related (I'm not entirely sure if there's much of that, though)

Below, I'm gonna put the episodes/moments I'd include. If there's any you think I missed lmk! (warning for mentions of breif misogyny and transphobia)

GENERAL GENDER STUFF

-short "just not into it" interesting rebuttal of popular conception of gender roles at the time

-short "girls night" emphasizes the importance female friendship and comradery

-s1, e9 "Dumb Dumbwaiter" (I'd need to rewatch before writing) kinda represents the ideas of what a feminist episode was at the time.

-s4,e20 "On the Same Page" I don't think I've seen this one yet actually but from what I can tell it's about the pets splitting up over perceived gender differences and then coming back together when they figure out they're not so different after all or something

-s3, e2 "Secret Cupet" EUgghhhh..... Probably the most problematic episode of the series misogyny wise. I'm pretty sure this episode has been covered to death before but I think it's important to mention in a video about feminism. I can't understand how they made this Pepe Le Pew ass episode in 2014 without ANYONE in the studio being like hmmmmm.... maybe this is a bad idea. AND they put it as the second episode of the season??????

CROSSDRESSING

-overall pretty normalized. Not USUALLY used for a punchline from what I remember. At some points it's not even mentioned like Sunil's Ball outfit where he just comments on the color (the punchline might be the fact he's not mentioning it though so???). I think having a range of gender expression is important for a show that features a lot of fashion. (may need more specific examples though)

TRANS THINGS???

-s1, e19 "what did you say" It's kind of a small thing but at the end when Vinnie is like "call me princess precious" and everyone is like "lol no that's the dumbest thing ever lol". It probably wasn't intentional but this could be a bad message for kids to dismiss their friends who share something they want to be called.

-It's a punchline that happens an odd amount of times where a pet thought to be a girl is actually a boy... which might be questionable but I don't think the pets react badly (would need specific examples though)

-um... I'm not sure if there are many more... might scrap this section.

Thank you for reading this <33 Please let tell me if I missed something or if you have any thoughts on the episodes I already have here!

[iantimony]

tuuuuesday but it's wednesday by accident

oops!

listening: I FINISHED PARTIZAN !!! so now i'm like ohhh so THAT'S why broun changed their name for palisade. lol. i'm still listening to the postmortem but i have done it god damn it. music...fish in a birdcage, chappell roan because i'm not original, that one sabrina carpenter song (espresso) that is Everywhere right now (it's catchy, i get it)

reading: derivative of the watching section, the friendship problem. i definitely have a weird outlook on it, as someone In Academia currently, which functions as weird blurring between second and third spaces. and is also bad in a lot of unique ways. idk i have thoughts.

watching: like i posted about, my brother is watching nuwho for The First Time so i've been watching some of that over his shoulder. it's fun! most of it holds up! the cgi is sooo bad, as it should be, delightful.

youtube. mostly background videos. yay :) mina le: why is all furniture the same now? (thinking ab this because i'm moving in august oughghgh) third places, stanley cup mania, and the epidemic of loneliness the downfall of streaming being a hater and overexposure paradigm

drew gooden: the dumbest things i've ever bought for this channel

safiya nygaard: i tested viral tiktok cleaning products

aaaand tablet weaving for the absolute beginner by Elewys of Finchingefeld. new fibercraft?? me???? i shant... unless ........

playing: normal dnd

making: continued scratching out the bird designs in my bowl, started painting my travel journal!

eating: eh.

misc: weh :thumbs up emoji:

[thornsofthefuture]

an interview with witchita — a talk about underground music, anxiety and corruption

today's thorns of the future guest is witchita, once an electronic/witch house artist, now a latin urbano artist from mexico. witchita has been in the scene since 2019, when he released his first ever EP called "untitled" through distrokid. the songs from the EP could be described as energetic, with a dose of experimentality.

[this interview includes strong language and possibly triggering content. viewer discretion is advised.]

thorns of the future: what was the first song you've ever made?

witchita: Witchita from my first EP, named "Untitled" I wanted it to sound like "Baptism" by Crystal Castles, obviously it doesn't resemble that song that much due to lack of expertise at that point, but I do like that the first song I ever produced did ended up in a official release of mine, brings a lot of memories and transports me to that time when I first started learning Ableton, and what's mixing/mastering.

thorns of the future: what are some artists that you really like?

witchita: Crystal Castles, Skrillex, Playboy Carti, Yung Lean, Noisia, Dillom, Snow Strippers, 100 gecs, are like some "big names" I tend to always listen to underground and local projects to know what's really happening in the scenes I'm interested. As a fun fact, the last album I've recently listened is "1" by "estratosfera" from Argentina, I've also recently listened to a band called "Garbage People" they're like "garage rock?" sounded cool too.

thorns of the future: tell us about your craziest live show experience.

witchita: I had a show in Villahermosa, in my home state "Tabasco" in mid 2023, that was one of the first time, playing a couple of new songs, and the response to them from the audience was amazing, I saw everybody connecting and enjoying themselves, at least this was crazy for me, and also hearing the feedback from them at the end was super uplifting, I know this isn't very "crazy" lol but it was for me.

thorns of the future: do you have any new planned releases?

witchita: Yes, there's three songs for upcoming releases, one is called "Olas de un ayer" produced by a friend called Rodrigo, that's a "nostalgic" song about my teenage years. I have another one at the moment called "Por Dentro" produced by Trillfox, that's resembles my anxiety and dumb ways to deal with it. The third one, doesn't have a name yet, but it's a "hoodtrap", that's more on some gansta shit, produced by me, and co produced by razorz.

thorns of the future: tell us about the riskiest or the dumbest thing you've ever done.

witchita: Trusting the wrong people back in 2018 led me to being in a vulnerable situation, caused me to not have any money for basic needs, damaged relationships with friends and family, not having a stable living situation, I had to crash friends couches, all of this while I was student, luckily enough I hustled enough to get out of that situation with call center jobs and side businesses and I'm okay since late 2020, shit was awful. When I released "untitled" in 2019 I thought I was going to die any day.

thorns of the future: if you could resolve one major problem on earth, what would it be?

witchita: War. I'm in awe that we're getting a genocide basically being streamed in front of our eyes, and no one's doing shit to stop it. I'm as dumb as the next guy about these topics, but I think bombing children is just wrong and evil. Although I don't think this will ever be resolved, we will see wars until the sun explodes.

thorns of the future: what's your favourite song that you produced?

witchita: HUMX, my latest single at the moment, it's a very simple beat that combines those Witch House elements with a Jersey and urban percussions. I've gotten feedback from listeners that this one's their favourite song of mine.

thorns of the future: what software do you use to make your music?

witchita: Ableton and I will never leave it, great for producing, great for playing live, my favourite producers use it, but to each it's own, FL Studio, Logic, even if you only have Bandlab, you can make great music, the goal is to have the purpose to create.

thorns of the future: what's the artist you'd love to collaborate with?

witchita: Like, DREAM collab, shit, Skrillex, 100gecs, besides that, I'm really almost open to collaborate with any artist that it's "outside" the box, that might have some cool or fresh sounds going on.

thorns of the future: what's the artist you'd never like to collaborate with?

witchita: I wouldn't like to collaborate with artists that don't want try to make things a bit differently or that their shit doesn't sound authentic, type beat type of crowd, that make songs like is a recipe, like making 2001's pop punk exactly as it sounded in effing 2001.

thorns of the future: how did you come up with the name for your project?

witchita: The project used to be under the name "Cry Horror" but I started to feel less identified overtime with that name, razorz (aka EPILEPTICS) suggested me to use the name of my first track for the new project name when I started really getting into more urban and hyperpop influence, he also pushed me to really dive in, into producing these type of genres more.

thorns of the future: what is your song "V" about?

witchita: V is a song about how we're all corrupted, it's in our nature, that you shouldn't trust your governments and police.

thorns of the future: tell us about your hobbies.

witchita: I'm always listening to music, or try to educate myself more about the craft, I don't consider it a hobby, but a passion though. I really enjoy watching films, I wish I could draw better, since I believe is a great way to express youself artistically, I really like cooking as well.

thorns of the future: what's your biggest regret?

witchita: I wish I started taking this music shit more seriosuly earlier, when I was young there was a lot of scammy producers that didn't even finished your songs, or delivered super late. I wish I could started recroding and producing myself since I was a teen. I did write songs there but they're lost in my mind or in some lazy ass's PC.

thorns of the future: tell us about your biggest wish when it comes to your music.

witchita: I hope to drop music until I pass, my biggest wish is to keep trying to innovate, to make better songs and to my music to find it's audience, so it can fulfill it's purpose.

we would like to thank witchita for answering all of our questions. we really appreciate you. that's all for now.

images & videos: witchita

spotify:

https://open.spotify.com/artist/4EEA2IvXRTLbllO4FvM0sX

instagram:

https://www.instagram.com/witchitamusic/

hyperfollow:

https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/witchita

peace.

[dearamleo]

fanfic author interview game

Thank you @imsiriuslyreading for tagging me!

How many works do you have on AO3?

Six! +1 hidden one.

What's your total AO3 word count?

364,529 (and I'll be honest, that's way more than I thought)

Your top 5 stories by kudos/likes:

Writing Pages - Remus can't stand rich people, Sirius is just tired and Lily and James want them to shut up and date already.

The Sinner's Feast - Doctor Remus Lupin meets outlaw motorcycle club VP Sirius Black. Falling in love with a criminal is complicated and dangerously messy.

Mischief Managed: Marauders' Mansion Mayhem - The dumbest Scooby Doo AU that turns out to not be like Scooby Doo at all. Much to James's disappointment.

An Ode to a Conversation Had at a Funeral - James Potter is dead and Sirius is spiraling. Which gets even worse when Sirius learns about all the secrets his best friend apparently kept from him.

Come Join the Murder - The Marauders, but make it Red Dead Redemption II

Do you respond to comments?

Not as much as I want to... I'm so painfully awkward when it comes to people perceiving me and especially my writing. I'm very excited to see comments and then immediately wanna duck under a blanket or something.

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

I don't think I'm capable of writing less than happy endings. I've tried, made myself upset and rewrote it lol

But there's definitely a fuck load of angst the rest of the journey.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

They're all happy, but I think the ending for Ode to a Conversation fills me with the most satisfaction. (and maybe one day soon you'll get to read it too lol)

Do you write crossovers?

No- but I do apparently write so many other fandom AUs. Like there's nothing I love more than sticking Wolfstar in another one of my favorite fandom universes and seeing what they do.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really. Someone did bookmark Writing Pages with something along the lines of 'I had to stop reading because they're too emotionally well adjusted'

Which was truly just funny.

Do you write smut?

I... attempt to. I would not say I necessarily succeed and it's probably the thing I struggle with the most because I apparently turn into a blushing virgin the moment I try to type the word stroking or something.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No and I would be a terrible writing buddy. My writing process is pure chaos and I would never subject another human to it.

What's your all-time favourite ship?

Wolfstar (obvi)

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

My 'Endless Fic WIP' folder has... 30 active WIP so I'd say there's a lot that will likely never get finished.

But the one I really want to but just feels like it'll be too big to ever finish is a One Tree Hill AU where the Black brothers are the Scott brothers, James is Haley, Remus is broody Peyton, we've got Barty as Brooke Davis and Evan as a cheerleader-- Just so much.

And I have so many random bits written that are pure early 2000s over the top drama. But yeah. Don't know if it'll ever see the light of day.

What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I can set a scene really well. Really lay out the tone/mood/vibe of the space the characters are in and how they interact with the environment.

I don't know, I tend to write in a pretty visual way.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Pacing/Timing. And I don't know if it's because I actually suck at it or because I'm so paranoid I suck at it but I spend SO much time overthinking if I'm portraying the passage of time in a satisfactory way in a story.

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

I don't know if I have a whole lot of distinct thoughts on it.

I don't think I'd ever really do it because I'm painfully, stereotypically American and can only speak/write English. I don't think I'd be comfortable attempting to use Google Translate and not knowing if I mucked it up or not.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to?

I really wanna write Drarry. And I have one or two drafts started for fics.

What's your favourite fic you've written?

Oh gosh.... Okay, I think Writing Pages is my favorite because it was the first time I ever let anyone read anything I wrote and I'm so very proud of it.

But honestly... Come Join the Murder has been the most fun to write. I'm really loving the chance to write so many different character POVs. Like James Potter has become my beloved in that fic and I didn't even mean for it to happen.

Tagging: I think all my writer friends have already been tagged/done it already. But if you haven't, I tag you!

[thedarling]

¡Fic Writer Interview!

Thank you for the tag, @urmom-jokes-ceo!! ❤️ I got shit to do but I'll take a break for this 😂

How many works do you have on ao3? 7 that are published, 1 of them being a long-fic WIP, and a couple anonymous works that were published *for science*.

Your top five stories by kudos/likes? 1. "Five Years Time" | Tales of Arise 2. "How We Meet" | Final Fantasy 7/Advent Children 3. "Black Dog" | Final Fantasy 7/FF7 Before Crisis 4. "Yearling" | Final Fantasy 7/Advent Children 5. "Missed Connections" | Final Fantasy 7/Advent Children

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Hell yeah, I do. If someone took the time to write it, I absolutely take the time to reply to it. It's just good manners, no different from someone saying 'hi'/waving at you and you saying 'hi'/waving right back. Plus, it's just nice, especially if they congratulate you or say something sweet.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? I don't do angsty endings. I write the soft stuff I want to read so I'm always aiming for closure and peace in my writing.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending? I'd say all of them. "Five Years Time" might have been my most 'And They Lived Happily Ever After' just because those characters deserved a beautiful ending after all the hardship.

Do you write crossovers? I don't mind them but I don't really write them either. I prefer dropping the dumbest references, like the material from one fandom will exist as a show or form of entertainment in another. My most favorite reference was dropping a 'Sailor Moon' inspired show in "Yearling" and all of my characters did silly character quizzes to find out which Senshi they were.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? I've been very lucky and have not (presently).

Do you write smut? if so, what kind? I do. I like soft stuff that's not so 'the male sticks his penis into the waiting vagina' Discovery Planet shit. Personally, I like to read more about the feeling and overall motion of what's going on more so than focusing on what body parts are being employed. To me, it's 100% about the feeling, but I have written EXTREMELY anonymous work for more explicit and honestly silly parody stuff that makes fun of the 'slip and slide' material I've read (that made me gag, choke, cover my mouth, or straight-up close the book). It's definitely a dance conveying the right feelings without it becoming gross (to each their own of course). I never want to yuck anyone else's yum.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Unaware. I wouldn't be surprised if my fic has 'inspired' people to write similar material but I can't say that I've seen my work 'stolen' (yet).

Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Lol, yes. Many times and it's super fun.

What's your all-time favorite ship? Oh man, I hate to be that person but my all-time favorite ships are my OCs. Sorry!

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I strive to finish all of my WIPs. I'm hoping to finish my latest long fic by early next year.

What are your writing strengths? Aside from consistently finishing long fics, I really like to convey and explore the thought processes, feelings, and well-being of my characters. I think expressing inner feelings are so important in storytelling because they're not easily adapted in other mediums (TV, art, etc), quite like they are in writing/songwriting.

What are your writing weaknesses? Fandoms are easy because the world is so built out already that I don't have to describe much of that world again. THAT SAID, I try very hard to insert what things look like as a reminder, because when I write my own stuff, I constantly forget that people don't have a visual window into my worldbuilding unless I actually write it.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? Love it. Anything that makes me learn something new, like a turn of phrase or something I can look up later and crawl into a wormhole for, I love it.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? Nothing really jumps out at me at the moment (probably because I'm so invested in my current WIP), but I've only ever felt compelled to write for a fandom when it was needed. Like if I really attached myself to a character whose story wasn't truly fleshed out would I then champ at the bit to create my own. That sort of thing.

What's your favorite fic you've written? My favorite fic will always be the one I'm working on. Writing is weaving to me and crafting the story of "Black Dog" has been insightful and something of a snapshot of my current and former self. Working on present pieces always reminds me of where I've been and how far I've come. It's what always motivates me to finish, too, and to see it through.

tagging: @monkeyfish2021 @bouncymouse and any fic writer moots I might have missed that want to participate!!

[foxgloveinspace]

hi hi hi!!

i feel like it’s been so long since i’ve stopped by

i am here to share that i have been blessed with the stupidest possible dreams with the sleepy t boys lately

1) glad to have them back in my brain like this it’s always fun and 2) wtf brain could we not do the dumbest situations?

the first one was from today and omg. so i dreamt that i went home to visit my dad and his family was down because it was christmas? guess i’m looking forward to the holidays lol. anyways my dad somehow found a documentary on sleep token on tv and put it on because “hey my kid likes them” and for some reason it was filmed/presented like a true crime doc? and straight up exposed all the boys. names, faces, interviews. and my whole family made fun of me the whole time because i tried so hard to not have their identities spoiled even with this stupid documentary on 😂 and i succeeded! somehow! although i do remember this- iv’s accent was so fucking bizarre i’m not sure i could ever tell you where my brain pulled it from. and someone was named nat but i have no idea who lmaooo

the other dream was that the band for some reason came to my city? (idk why, this place is ass and we have no venue big enough for them) and for some reason i was tasked with like, showing them around and helping them acclimate to the city. so what’s the first thing dream-exie does? take them to buy weed and go to their favourite local bar for a show 😂 we got absolutely blitzed outside the bar and then went in and had an absolute rager to some local bands. and now i want that to be real so bad… (and also shotgunning the joint with iii🙈… iii was a menace and dream me was all too willing to encourage. lmao i feel so weird admitting that my brain made that up because it feels too horny lmao)

anyways. that’s what my head has been up to! other than aura migraines lmao. i hope you’ve been well!!! 🩶🩶🩶

Exie!!! I thought I answered this, I'm sorry!! Thank you for telling me about these dreams, they are so great, lol. I really haven't even had any memorable dreams, much less sleep token ones. Would love to have a sleep token dream again. I wonder if your one with the documentary was inspired by the recent Instagram vids lmao, those crack me up??? found footage sleep token, lmao. I also love that you got to show them around to your favorite places. (no comment on the shotgunning besides like, what I would be like irl, which is a big thumbs up, lmao)

This next bit got... long. Sorry for my ADHD fingers and ramblings about migraines, I only realized I've had them my whole life last May, so. I give all my tips lol.

Sorry to hear about your migraines, I actually had one when you sent me this ask off. I read your post about it, I've only had mine completely block my vision once, but it was because of some bad smells. I completely lost my vision, but it was still purple, not all black??? My visual impairments/visual aura's are splotches of neon purple and green, moving in my vision like waves. sometimes they can be gold and black, but it's usually the green and purple.

I find fast acting/extra strength Tylenol works really good for migraines. I also keep liquid IV in my bag, cause that helps too (if you have a migraine you want to avoid artificial sweeteners, and liquid IV has cane sugar in it, while most other electrolyte drink mixes do not.)

I find that using a wet washcloth on my forehead/point of pain works way better then an ice pack cause you can keep flipping the washcloth over and the side not against your skin will keep cooling off, where an ice pack will melt.

I have seen some videos/read about putting your feet in hot water when you have one, and that supposedly helps??? I have yet to try it, but it sounds soothing.

Sorry this became me info dumping about migraine stuff. Just don't want you too be in pain/I have tips. Mine have been pretty bad this year, tbh. I had one for 2 weeks back in March, and I probably should have gone to the doctor, but I realized I just.... can't binge video games anymore after it was gone, oof.

[lilac-hecox]

Was reading your previous Operation Stepdad AU idea, and a tropey thing I thought of came to me while watching the Sims office makeover video. Like what if there was a follow-up where Courtney made everyone in that Sims world to show a day in the life via Sims and the Anthony and Ian Sims are just fully enamored with each other and making out andwhat have you.

There could be hijinks in the form of her accidentally leaving a Sim in another save file (as mentioned in an older Smoshcast episode, she did make an Ian Sim, but he's saved on Steam or something lol) or when trying to show others, the Sims are doing other unhinged stuff.

So, I love this idea! Let's say that Courtney does make everyone from Smosh in the Sims 4 and they live in the office she made. Of course, she is going to lay out her master plan at getting Ian and Anthony together through the Sims first and she's going to make Shayne and Damien join her as she plays through their first date.

"See, and then Ian is going to kiss Anthony like so." Courtney clicks the mouse and the Sim versions of Ian and Anthony are kissing on screen.

Shayne shakes his head, "This is the dumbest thing we've ever done."

Damien gives him a look, "No, we've definitely done dumber. Now weirdest? This might be that."

"Guys!" Courtney says, frowning at the two men next to her. "This is just a recreation! Plus, isn't it cute? Look how happy virtual Ian and Anthony are."

Imagine they do film a couple of episodes for the channel and Ian and Anthony's Sims are obsessed with each other and Spencer is sending Courtney messages on Slack like 'Courtney, I've had to edit out so many kisses of Ian and Anthony in the Sims 4 video. What did you do??' but maybe he leaves one of the kisses in as like a joke or a funny easter egg and really he knows Ian or Anthony won't watch the video, but they don't anticipate people gif-ing the moment and tweeting it at the men.

Ian coming in the next morning like, "Why are my Twitter replies all gifs of a virtual me kissing a virtual Anthony?"

Shayne points at Courtney. Courtney glares at him.

Ian doesn't know a ton about the Sims 4 and Courtney rambles off something about a mod in the game making everyone kiss, but the only kiss Spencer left in was the one between him and Anthony.

Ian rolls his eyes and grumbles about his ruined replies, but he's got a faint pink to his cheeks.

Sometimes when Courtney is bored and doesn't have a ton to do in the office or she's waiting to be called to set she'll play a little of the file and she's full on moved Ian and Anthony Sims into their own house and is planning a wedding and she definitely doesn't tell Shayne or Damien or Spencer.

[argisthebulwark]

This may be the dumbest thing I've ever asked you but I need to know your thoughts on this:

If the skyrim characters were mlp's, what kind would they be (unicorn, pegasus, earth pony) and what do you think their cutie marks would be?

You clearly don't have to do everyone, lol. And also for the record I think TLD would be an alicorn and have the skyrim dragon symbol that's on the box as their cutie mark, but that's just me nfkdsfnkd

Unfortunately, I've never watched any MLP media so my only idea would be notable figures from certain guilds having their guild logos or relevant insignias as their marks - Shadowmarks for thieves, etc. My Dragonborn would have the quest marker as theirs because i love the quest marker, she is my best friend and saves me when Skyrim breaks lol. I've gotta open it up to folks that are more knowledgeable than me - let us know in the notes if you have thoughts! I will assume u are all correct and will take ur word as canon <3