#yea wrote this on a whim but actually really like it

[elliewritessometimes]

[lovedrruunk]

Hi! I saw that you were taking requests! Is it alright if I can request venture with reader that loves placing kisses all over their face? Hopefully this is alright with you if not feel free to ignore this!

'Kisses galore ⊹.(⸝⸝ ˆ ³(⁎˃ ᴗ ˂⁎)˚.

Venture (Overwatch x GN reader)

[Established relationship!]

Authors note!!! (;° ロ°); third....venture.... post......I have like 5 posts in total... well anyways!!! idc cuz i luv them! and i love YOUUUU AHH tysm for requesting this it was super fun to write i hope u like it !!!! also sorry its pretty short! I kinda wrote it on a whim wanting to post it before I went out so its not proof read either (Im actually so late rn its not even funny okay srsly gtg bye!)

Y’know that one tiktok trend that was popular last year where someone would be reapplying lipstick and then the camera would turn and its their s/o covered in kisses yea yea that’s just you guys all the time lol

In the beginning of your relationship they’d get all flustered and have this goofy grin on their face whenever you’d smother their face in kisses. Oh? And how do they react now? The exact same! Literally nothing has changed since the first time you’ve kissed them, they still giggle and look away. No matter how long its been they just can’t seem to get used to your affection

They could be hit by a bus going 200mph, in critical condition and one kiss on the nose from you would get them up and doing a little jig going yippee!

They might pretend to be annoyed or irritated but really that's just because they love playful banter and it’s pretty obvious how they feel about your kisses by the way they laugh and refuse to let you pull away

Their favorite moments with you are when you're laying over them somewhere enjoying each others company with your hands on their cheeks and your lips all over their face

They're pretty ticklish overall so kiss sessions usually turn into laughing fits

Although 99% of the kisses you share are all in good fun there are those times when they're sad or angry and you're kisses can't help but feel a bit more intimate and loving (please kiss their tears away!!!)

They appreciate you so much like they literally can't get enough of you. They cherish every kiss like it's the first and definitely act like it too. If you tell them they're blushing they'll deny it with their whole chest meanwhile looking like 🟥

“Augh! You’re suffocating me!” You and Sloane had been neglecting all your duties for the day in order to lay on the couch and bathe in the warm sunlight seeping through the windows. You both had been watching some random brainrot on their phone when you got bored and decided to pounce on them planting loving kisses all over their face. "Oh shut up" you playfully roll your eyes as you kiss them on the lips this time.

"One of these days I'm gonna die and you'll regret not listening to me" "Boo hoo" you giggled at their melodramatics deciding to pull away from them, but before you could you felt their hands tighten around you holding you in place.

"I mean... Dying in your arms doesn't sound so bad..."

"Yea yea whatever" You mumble happily as you lean down again pressing a kiss to their cheek.

[osaemu]

extension of this post

please please reblog if you enjoyed whatever i posted. just liking the post essentially does nothing for me, and while i do appreciate the gesture it doesn't actually help me get more traffic into my blog or into the work itself. there's a reason i always add a "reblogs very appreciated" sentence at the end of everything i post, and it's really discouraging when something i write gets thousands of likes but just around 300 reblogs. again, i really do appreciate all the interactions nonetheless, but just liking the post doesn't actually help me as a creator. all you have to do to support me is hit the reblog button instead — this isn't instagram. there's no algorithm here.

so i started writing smut maybe a month or a month and a half ago, and it was kind of a shock when i saw the difference in notes between the genres. the highest amount of notes i've received on a sfw fic is almost 4000, which is still a lot but not nearly as impressive as over 13000 on a smut fic that i hardly put any effort into. i'm glad that people enjoy the smut i write, but it's just a little frustrating when something i put more effort into gets significantly less recognition than something i wrote on a whim. for example, my most popular work to date, the 'free to talk' one. i genuinely disliked it as i wrote it but didn't want to waste it, so i posted it just to satisfy the part of me that didn't want to scrap it. somehow, the drabble that i barely put any time into got the most notes i've ever received, and again while i really am grateful for the interactions, it just rubs me the wrong way that something like that can get more traffic than something i wrote and genuinely liked writing.

lately i've been receiving a lot of asks, definitely more than i used to get and i just wanted to say thank you to everyone, anon or not who sent me them! i actually really like receiving asks, and i've heard stories that creators used to get significantly more than they do now. i've made posts asking people to send me asks because some days my inbox is empty and others there's a couple asks in there, but overall i find it odd that i can have thousands of followers and still receive little to no interaction on a bad day. so yea just send me an ask anytime, even if it's just the most insignificant thing ever, like idk a tiktok edit you saw or something that happened in your day, i'd love to hear about it!

if anyone read all the way down here thank u sm i love u

[median-culture-is]

hi!! i don’t know if this is allowed, but i’m gonna go on a whim here,, D:

we’re a recently discovered median monocon system, and recently we’ve been having a LOT of imposter syndrome, and we’re wondering if some medians r like this or if anyone’s had any similar experiences.

we can’t talk to each other,,, like at all. because we’re monocon, if i write an note to someone then later on we realized we’ve switched (we non-possessively switch) then look back at the note it’s like. yeah i wrote that but also **i** didn’t write that.. if that makes sense? it’s a lot of it was me but it’s not really me up in here.

and since we’re monocon we’re all, like,, always here? imagine we’re just a big circle but sometimes a little circle splits form the big one. lol.

sorry if this doesn’t make any sense, we were just wondering if these experiences are common with median systems, and if maybe some people can share some similar experiences, as it would help us out a lot :,)

(also, for anyone else who struggles to figure out whose at front, do you guys ever like go down the list of alters then figure out which name screams “i’m me!” at you? we don’t know if this is an actual way to identify who it is but. it helps,,)

When we first realized we were a system yea and when we thought we had just a few members even now there is a 90% chance even if someone isn't at the front if we mention them or someone says something about them we hear like a faint scream from the back like the always there circle you mentioned

for your last note yea all the time just scrolling through the names when we are really blurry is one of the best ways to figure out who is here

[skitskatdacat63]

Aforementioned Napoleonic AU! Martian !! I said it would just be a wip but then oops, I basically finished it! Ty to everyone who was interested :D

Really really proud of these I'm ngl! I rendered in a really different way than ever before and I'm very satisfied with it :D

Ramble about historical influences(basically me being a nerd about who I consider the F1 drivers of the Napoleonic era):

So I wanted to explain my thought process because I think that the specific context behind the uniforms I drew is very relevant, as I didn't just pick them on a whim.

I drew them in Hussars' uniforms(Austrian Empire = Red Bull, but like obviously not 100% accurate because the uniform colors are based off the RBR racesuits.) Hussars are, in my opinion, the F1 drivers of their time. Let me quote several things that led me to this conclusion:

"During the Napoleonic period, hussars, as in all armies, were employed as scouts, given raiding missions or despatched to harry and pursue a defeated enemy on the run. Mounted on light, nimble horses..."

"...Their flamboyant costume and their reputation for daredevil acts..."

"...developed a romanticized image of being dashing and adventurous.

Okay....so they're dashing and adventurous, riding specifically on fast, light horses, dressed in flamboyant outfits committing daredevil acts...sir that is literally an F1 driver!!! Tell me they aren't the historical predecessor to F1 drivers!!!

I have this big book of Napoleonic uniforms(yea I'm a nerd) and I was paging through it to see what uniforms I wanted to draw(I have a habit of drawing my one oc in the Napoleonic era. So when I started drawing fanart, I'm like of course I must draw them as this!) Austria's normal uniforms in this era are soooo boring compared to France's, so I was really 😒 about drawing them, but then I came across the Hussars, and then started noticing all these similarities and thought it was perfect. Also I need to mention the fact that Austria's royal cipher at the time was literally this:

IT'S "F1", IT IS LITERALLY FUCKING F1, WHAT THE HELLLLL!?!?!?!? I had like a partial mental crisis coming across this, at that point it was destiny for me to draw this

*I forgot to include actual ref images 😐, so here you go!!

*I wrote most of his around when I started this drawing, which was all the way back in April. And it's really interesting to consider now that I was basically immersed in the history of the Austrian Empire for a month. I apologize to everyone in my life who had to endure my lecture on why Hussars are the F1 drivers of their time. But god I could not hold it back when I saw some of these uniforms in person. And it was cool to pull out this drawing, even if it was just a wip, and be like "oh hey I've drawn these!!" Anyways, I digress.

Obviously the martian drawing is a direct reference to this pic from Malaysia 2010:

My thoughts on this picture:

I almost wanted to draw Seb in the Austrian Kaiser's outfit, but it is nowhere near as slay as the Hussar uniform, so Hussar uniform it is!

I have many thoughts and opinions on the lore of this au so pls ask if you're curious but it's also just a lot.

[eggs-and-autism]

a deatiled ecplaination of every anime ive ever watched part 2

part 1 i found talentless nana on a whim after geting bored of my 4th rewatch of school live club. it had simaler genres so i was exited. i dont know how to describe my love forr tn other then the fact i was so enraptered by it that i had to grab my sketchbook partway htough the seires. if you have not watched it DO IT RIGHT NOW, DON RESURCH IT JUST START IT!! !!SPOILERS!! i was so confued on eptisoed one i figured nano was just a weird pronouncaton of nana, even wheen nana was introdcued i just assumed they had the same name lmao; so yea end of ep 1 hit me like a fucking truck. i do not have words to describe my love for the trope of "cute/sweet character was actually putting on an act" for god sake the comic thats held me hostage for the last 4 years had it. as if that wasnt enough the fact even THAT is subverted laster on???? insane! i was ont the edge of me seat every episode. it took me until ep 3 or 4 to clue in on michinana, but i assuemd it wouldnt happen bc that would be bad for michieru. AND THEN THERE WAS THE INTRODUCTION OF JIN. THOUGH MICHIRU. y'all. i had to pause the show to cope. one must understand that TWO "cute character is actually putting on an act" broke my brain. the toxic yuri potenchal there. the "we look like besties/gfs but actually are holdingg eachother at knifpoint at all times" potenchal. the "*just stabbed her and about to do it again *waow shes pretty i wanna kiss her-I MEAN WHAT" potenchal. i was a shell of a man. then jin was reveled and i was once again destryed. littrally wrote in my doodle notbook "SHE IS GAY." as much as i love toxic yuri, i LOVE "yuri where one of them gets the other to question a deeply held beilf on accedent and now the only thing she can think about is her. and she cant even tell if its an exastencal crisis or a crush or fear or hate or all at once. and meanwhile the girl who broke her worldview is just happy to be around her and cares about her and doesnt know she is littrally a murderer." yah. i really love tn. as soon as i was at school again i begged my friend for 3 days straight to watch it and just called my other friend to force him to watch it and it was the only thingi could draw for weeks.

i didnt go out looking for new anime for a while. that is until a saw a video about so calle "loser anime" and decided to watch one of the ones mentioned for shits and giggles.

dress up darling is a bit hellish to watch, but i love it nonetheless. there is so much 2nd hand embarrassment, like actually almost killed me. Marin and gojou are unironically really cute. theres actual chemistry there. i like how at the beginning gojou sees marin as the epitome of what he lacks, she is open about her weird intrests and loved for them. gojou thinks he innately lacks something she has, making it impossible for him to have friends+ interests, but though tout s1 thanks to marins charisma and people starting to see gojous talent he finds more friends and people who appreciate his work. he doesn't innately lack anything and his biggest mistake was entirely giving up on finding friends.

and so it begun, my hobbee of finding anime i herd was bad and watching it to try to find some sort of narrative warrant within it.

so i had enjoined rachies cover of idol for a while without knowing the show it was from. i saw a video saying Oshi no Ko was good but impossible to recommend to anyone, the video said to watch it without knowing what it was about and i was intrigued. and oh my god. this anime dug a whole in my brain. listen most of it was fine and cool and not even boring, but. the first episode. [go watch it for yourself the les you know the better] SPOILERS!! seriously what the fuck kind of ferud bs was going on there. every second of that episode was fucking insane. "why is he to into that idol lol" to "HES FUCKING DEAD??" to "HES REBORN??????" to "HE CAN TALK????" to "freud couldnt even edge to this. straight up EXPLODED. clean up isle, his pants" to "what do you mean you being a girl before you were reborn means our privlaged to suck you moms tits what the actual fuck" to "waow they scared that babysitter" to "they wouldbe so cooked if their mom didnt asume they were smart" to "waow aqua is a lil freak i love him" to "waow shes really intersting and her trama responce allowing her to seced in her carreir while making her feel shalow is intersting" to "SHES FUCKING DEAD???" i ranted to my friend about it for about an hour and my voice was so score from walking laps while screaming about hoe W E R I D some lines were. didnt even bring up other eps. like i said they were fine but wow.

a while into the year i remembered a manga i really liked as a kid had an anime now, AND IT WAS DUBBED!!

i loved new game as a queer kid who would latch on to any media with wlw relationships. the anime was as i expected, same as th books. i didnt dislike it but it was more then a little boring. i think a lot of Kou and Rin's relationship was really queerbaity but ig not bc it got canonized at the end, witch is awesome. i havent watched or read it but hey we take a win. honestly i might pick it up again someday for the nostalgia.

summer 2024. from june to early aug i was on and off watching Hitorijime My Hero. witch. i would not reccomend: ITS NOT THAT BADD but it needs a

MAJOR TW!!: dont watch hitorijime or read my thoughts on if you dont wanna see: sa and victim blaming, grooming depicted in a morally positive light, age gap relationship depicted in a positive light, did i mention sa? theres a lot of it witch happens at various degrees of severity.

and even tough it pissed me off i was demanded to watch it. SPOILERS also ahead!! THE FIRST ARC ALONEE pissed me off so much. idc enough to google their names so hair color timee. ok ok the premiss was actually really cute. brunette dudes childhood friend(ginger) moveds back and has a crush on brunette but has no idea how to confess. brunette is oblivios and ginger is already a quite person so like ok theres a plot there this could be cute. episode 2 ends with ginger kissing brunette after brunette told him to stop and tried to push him off. then this bitch ass ginger threatens to end their friendship if if he cant (AND I QUOTE)"do whatever he wants to him" what gets me about the show is how realistic some of the reactions are. brunette is torn because he cares about their friendship but dosent want to be, like, assaulted more. he plays it off as a joke to keep the peace. i cannot express how accurately this depicts abuse, its what got me to sit tough so much of it. it was uncomfortable to watch but i told myself i would see it as a depiction of abuse and not a romance, because i under that context i genuinely think there may have been something to gleen from this narrative. ginger is mad at brunette for having friends so he threatens to abandon bruntte if he doesnt let him assult him again, and god the reluctant agreement from brunette hurt me. acceptance isnt enough for ginger, hes mad that brunette cant force himself to have feeling for him so ginger insults him in the worst way he can think of and ditches school for 2 days. maybe im projecting. the writing didnt seem to intend for this so come off as manipulative, as something to break down brunette till he accepts this reality. but can you blame me for sympathizing with brunette confiding in his other friend, clearly distressed, and being told in responce that it was his fault.h brunette's friend says hes wrong and brunette is the one who forced ginger to kiss him. i dont think its wrong at all to see brunette 'realize hes been wrong the whole time' and goes to ginger seemingly of his own will; and think this is a story where someone is broken down until desperation or stalkhome leads them to accept their abuse. there's no love there, its not a happy ending and writing about it makes me sick. but its feels realistic. normally i avoid seeing myself in fiction, but i couldn't help but relate to brunette enough where i had to take breaks while watching hmh because it made me sick. and that was the first arc. when i realized the rest of the show would be the student-teacher relationship with a 12 year age gap i decided 7 or so eps in i would drop the anime bc i genuinely couldn't handle it.

hmh moved me emotionally, it was impactful and i didn't want to end my quest for good anime. somewhere out there their had to be a school live! or a talentless nana i haddnt watched yet. i finally figured out how to find the stuff i loved watching! looking though lists for tropes or tags, usually older more underground stuff. its hard to describe but i have a watch-list witch brings us to now. its my junior year and i love anime. heres a list of animes ive watched recently, completed or not, and some thoughts on them!

welcome to the NHK was huge. hell it still is huge. i cant recommend it to anyone but god i will post about it here. (minor spoiler ahead) please i swear the scene where satou goes to take pictures of school girls panties is part of establishing the character its not fansevice i swearrrr. ok but like as awful as that stuff is it genuinely isnt fanservice. when satou is straight up joirking it for like 3 days we dont see what hes looking at, theres like one bit where yamazaki walks into satous house and it looks like misaki is giving him head but like from the top of my head thats all i can think of. when satou does freaky shit hes drawn like a freak! LOOK AT THIS MAN DO YOU THINK WE ARE SUPPOSED TO BE GOONING ALONG WITH HIM??

I CAN AND WILL TALK ABOUT NHK MORE SOMDAY BC I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ON IT!

while stalking a facebook account i saw this image:

it reminded me of discourse i saw in 2022 over if femboy was derogatory to trans women. i see the argument, i really do, but honestly, i(a trans boy) LOVE the femboy/trap trope. first of all: 1st of all i like that feminine guys / gender nonconformity is thought to be generally cool within anime places(like even Facebook lowkey homophobic groups). second of all, i see where people see some "femboys" in anime as tras girl, its based like u do u boo. bu i think aspect of the femboy/trap trope are relatable to transmasc ppl too. for 1, there is literally NO transmasc anime. do not come at me with the guy in wandering son or that one mha character you know damn well thats not what i mean. in my quest for tboy rep i realized how much i realted to femboy characters. i too, constantly get mistaken for a girl and have the ability to embrace it or be upset about it. i will die on this hill but honestly cisgender 'trap' characters are better transmasc rep then any actual transmascs ive seen in anime just bc they are more interesting characters.

all that to say: i stated my teenage romantic comady SNAFU. its really good, very funny. Saika is litttrally me if i played sports. good times.

i also started princess jellyfish! Tsukimi is LITTRALLY ME!! no but for real i love this show i love how Tsukimi isnt conventually atractive. i love seeing her be autistic about jellyfish with her NEET roommates. i love her relationship with her mom.

and to wrap it up, the other day i binge watched another. its incredible and one of the best examples of how horror should be done imo. it doesnt rely on jumpscares, its keeps you on the edge of your seat every episode. SPOILERS AHEAD!!: i love how the veiwer is convinced mei is undead or somthing like that along with Kouichi, and when mei confims shes alive hes even an0olages he(and we) thought otherwise. not only that but i love mei in genrel. i love how she is just a freak and there isnt a lore reason. why does she watch the other students from afar? shes just like that. why is she so pale? shes just like that. shes just a weird little thing. why does she not run when somone is comming at her with a knife??? shes just like that. why does she withold the fact she knows who the dead person is when she could have saved lifes by specking up? she doesnt talk much. the fact she went into the whole exposition of the "i see dead things" bc of her doll eye and thats why she should be trusted to know who the dead person and only withi the last 15 mins of the last ep is like "o also i saw her fall in a lake" ?????? you couldnt have like??? started with that???? god i love her.

[celestie0]

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS2RSBkv1/

Ellie I’m gonna cry I was never into any of this stuff until kickoff like the trajectory of my brain chemicals has just been manipulated by ur writing I’m so hyper fixated and ofc the reason I was reading fanfictions in the first place was bc I was victim to the gojo girl labotomising pandemic that came with jjk season 2 like after growing up and being out of anime and all for a good year and a half and then that happened so suddenly when I was literally reluctant and cynical in watching the season on a whim and next thing I knew I was deranged in my gojo/geto/satosugu obsession but girl if I had one wish and I’m being so fr rn like if it had a time limit and I couldn’t have a family discussion to deeply contemplate what would be the most worthwhile wish that they dictate to me, if an angel came down to me and I had like 10 minutes and I had something in my system so I don’t freak tf out and I’m feeling chill and don’t think about being selfish then you’d think I’d wish for gojo to come to life and fuck me into the earth but the logistics of that are fucked so I’m pretty decided that I’d either wish for kickoff gojo to be my bf irl or to be y/n in kickoff and be written by you <3

moral of the story now I love ur fic and version of the characters more than the actual series

I’ve used my sign off too often I hope this isn’t annoying or creepy im just going into college/uni next year and I have a lot of dreams and aspirations so ig kickoff rlly resonated with me in that way

this isn’t the fat ask that’s pending hehe I just wrote this sitting on the doorstep of my house with my shoes still on cause I just got home

imma need a good relaxed night to get that down but I’m sorry I didn’t offer my support earlier I’m glad sm people did bc even though my possessive nature makes me think I’m ur biggest fan the truth is a lot of people are as taken by you and ur work as I am, I just should of typed up something on the matter as soon as I saw ur post but I rlly wanted to put thought into it and any kind of writing is a real chore for me so I’m waiting until I have that down time

ik it’s not much to anticipate but it’s important to me lol I wanna be here for u along with the many other anons

also that TikTok was random but this Olympic lovey doveyness is making me sick while im in such a state

this was never suppose to be this long I belong in yap jail

-spinster anon or wtv

AW SPINSTER ANON!! THAT'S SO SWEET PLEASE!! OF ALL THE WISHES YOU COULD HAVE!!! (yes def look out for your family first though xd...although i can't lie and say i wouldn't at least THINK about wishing for gojo to come to life and put me in a mating press)

TO SAY YOU LOVE THEM MORE THAN THE ACTUAL SERIES CHARACTERS i'll sob stop. and aww i'm so glad kickoff is resonating w you as you start your journey to college!! that's really why i started writing it. there was so many things i wish i had done differently and also so many things i think i took for granted in college, but also so much to celebrate and find joy in! it's hard especially when you don't quite know who you are or what you want and yea i think that's kind of a theme in kickoff, and will be through to the end, but anywho i'm like being very preachy rn haha i wish you best of luck in starting college <3

and aw that's sweet bb thank you, i appreciate you. honeslty the thought enough and to know you love my works is so much support enough!! :'') i appreciate you. and yes that olympic couple was sooo cute i love the way he just picked her up how cute.

[bittywitches]

omg pls do 38 with grayson i'll cry

Lynds ily 🥺 also sorry this is LONG for a concept I got carried away as usual

38. You help a lost child find their parent together.

(btw I wrote this with like mid-teen y/n and grayson in mind)

You were so excited that you and your friends had finally found the time to hangout together. You all had been so busy with finals and work, but with summer finally coming around the gang had made plans to visit the amusement park you used to go to as kids. You’d been hyping up the trip for so long, so when you all actually arrived it was such an exciting rush you hadn’t felt in a long time. Since you’d made it there at around noon, the plan was to eat at the park, but when you realized that everybody wanted something different, you guys decided to split up and get your food, then meet back at the tables. And so you sauntered off towards the nearest DQ, knowing full well that you intended on getting all the desert you could.

You were about to step into the line when you heard the faint sound of crying coming from the arcade right across from where you were. You turned to see a little boy, maybe around 5 or 6 years old, standing at the entrance, a terrified look on his face as he bawled his eyes out.

“Oh no,” You muttered doing a 180 and almost slamming face first into the couple in line behind you. You sheepishly mumbled out an apology, hastily trying to push your way out of the line that had somehow almost doubled in the twenty seconds you had been standing there for. You were met with many grumpy faces as you shimmied out of the line, some throwing curses at you, and you would usually be annoyed about it if it wasn’t for the poor little kid you were trying to get to.

You ran up to the boy and crouched down so you were eye level with him. “Hey, hey bud, are you okay? Are you lost?”

He nodded through his sobs and sniffles, looking around hastily for someone.

“Who did you come with?”

“M-m-my m-m-mom,”

“Do you have any idea which way she went?”

“N-no! My m-mom told me i-if I ever get l-l-lost I sh-should stay where I a-a-am and she’ll f-f-find me,” He was starting to cry harder.

“Hey, don’t worry I’m gonna help you find her, okay?” You brought your arm up to rub his shoulder reassuringly. “What’s your name, bud?”

“C-Caleb.”

“Do you know your mom’s phone number, Caleb?”

“Y-yea!”

“Wow, aren’t you smart! Do you wanna try calling your mom from my phone?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“Great.” You got up and reached into your jeans’ pockets, only for your fingers to slide down to the bottom of the cool denim. You frantically patted down all your pockets, searching for your phone when you remembered- you’d given it to your friend during the car ride to change the music and she hadn’t given it back to you.

“Shi-” You stopped yourself from cursing when you remembered who was there with you.

“W-What’s wrong?”

“Nothing Caleb, just give me a second, alright? I’m going to find a phone for you.”

“O-okay.”

You looked up to see a boy standing at one of the arcade games. It looked like he’d just finished up, since he was reaching for the tickets that had come out of the machine.

Normally, you weren’t someone to walk up to cute boys (especially not ones THIS attractive) on a whim, but that wasn’t the first thing on your mind right now.

“Caleb, just stay right here for one minute okay?”

“W-w-where are you going?” You could see the tears beginning to well up in his eyes again.

“No no don’t worry! I’m just going to go get a phone for you really quickly, okay?”

He sniffled, but nodded. You walked hastily over the boy who was about to leave the machine.

“Hi, sorry to bother you.” You tapped him on the shoulder, and when he turned around you were taken aback a bit. You must’ve stood there for a bit longer than normal, because he raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes..?”

You shook your head. “Do you have a phone I could borrow? This little boy Caleb is lost and he wants to call his mom but I don’t have mine on me..” You pointed at the kid at the entrance.

“Oh! Yea, of course! Here,” He shoved his hand into his shorts pocket, unlocked it, and handed it to you with a smile.

“Thank you so much, you’re a lifesaver.” Before he could respond you hurried back over to little Caleb and gave him the phone.

“Do you know how to dial?”

“Y-yea.”

“Okay.”

He dialed his mom’s number and held the phone up to his ear, it looking comically large in his small hands. After a few rings you heard a woman’s frantic voice on the call.

“Hello?”

“Mommy!” Caleb cried again.

“Caleb? Is that you?”

Caleb wailed over the phone for a bit, crying for his mom to come find him but wasn’t really making any coherent sense. After a while he calmed down, and actually answered the questions his mom was asking.

“You know this kid?” You were startled by the voice from behind you, and it took you a second to realize it was the one who’d lent you his phone that was walking up to you.

“Oh, no. I just saw him crying.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

Caleb’s sudden burst of sobs caught you both off guard.

“Honey, listen to mommy. Is anyone there with you?” you could both hear his mother’s voice over the phone.

“Y-y-yea, the nice girl!”

“Can you give it to her please?”

He looked up at you, eyes glistening, and handed the phone to you.

“Hi Ma’am, I’m Y/N.”

“Hi sweetheart, thank you so much for helping him. Where are you right now? He said he’s at the games but I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Oh, we’re right outside the arcade. It’s pretty close to the entrance.”

“Oh yes I remember passing by it! Thank you, sweetheart, I’ll be there right away!” She hung up the phone.

You looked down at little Caleb and crouched down so you were next to him again. “Don’t worry, your mommy said she’ll be here soon, okay?”

He sniffled. “O-okay.”

You smiled, rubbing his shoulder again.

“Oh,” You got up to your feet and handed the boy his phone. “Here. Thanks.”

“No problem. I’m Grayson, by the way.”

“Y/N.”

“W-when will she get here?” Caleb asked.

“I’m not sure, Caleb. But definitely soon.” You could tell he was going to start crying again, but before you could do anything Grayson spoke.

“Hey, bud, how about I give you something?”

He wiped his nose with his arm. “W-what?”

“It’s a surprise.” He smiled at him, then winked at you before walking back into the arcade, causing blood to rush to your face.

“W-what’s he doing?”

“I dunno, bud. Must be something cool though.” You grinned at the boy, and you finally got a smile to crack from him.

A few minutes later Grayson walked back, and he was holding something behind his back.

“Can you hold this for a sec?” He handed you his phone again, and you took it, curious yourself as to what he was doing.

“Caleb, guess what I got you.”

“W-what?”

He brought his arm out from behind his back to reveal a cute stuffed green dinosaur.

Caleb’s eyes widened and his smile grew. “Wow! How did you know I liked dinosaurs?” He took it from him, smiling giddly.

“Because you’re wearing a super cool T-rex shirt!” He knelt next to him, pointing at it. “I’m jealous, I wish I had a shirt that cool.”

Caleb laughed. “Really?”

“Yea! I’m sure you’re the coolest kid at school, aren’t you?”

“Haha, yea!”

You smiled, watching Grayson have his fun conversation with the little boy. You’d never seen someone your age act so natural and kind around kids before. It was kinda cute.

You finally looked down at Grayson’s phone, realizing that you still had it in your hand. You were about to hand it back to him when you realized it was open on an app already. You brought it up to your face, having to squint a bit in the sunlight, and saw that it was opened to contacts. And some of it was already filled out.

In the First Name box he’d already had your name written, and in the Last name box he’d written: If it’s cool with you :) ↓

The arrow was pointing below to the field to enter your phone number.

You smiled. You got a head rush when you realized what was happening. You looked back towards him to see that his attention had left Caleb (who was now happily playing with his dinosaur plushie) and was now focused on you with a small smile.

“This is very cocky of you, yknow.”

He laughed. “Sorry. I was too scared to just ask.”

You bit your tongue, grinning at him as you went to enter your number into his phone. You could see him pumping his fists into the air out of the corner of your eye, and you giggled.

“Hey, Caleb. Gimme a high-five.” Caleb did so, earning a big grin from Grayson. “My man!”

Caleb laughed, and you did with him.

Not too long afterwards, Caleb’s mom came running up to her son and hugging him tighter than you’d seen anyone hug a person before. “Oh my sweet angel.”

She thanked you and Grayson a million times over, and you both assured her that it was no trouble at all. She asked if she could treat you to anything, but you both let her know that you were just happy that she’d found her son. After they left, Grayson turned to you.

“How about I treat you to lunch instead?”

You crossed your arms at him. “You really think you can get away with lines like that?”

“I’m just asking!” He chuckled.

You did too. “I’d love to, but I’m actually having lunch with some of my friends-” Your eyes widened. “Shit! My friends!” You grabbed your wallet from the floor. “Sorry, I gotta go!” You began to run, but looked back at him. “Call me!”

“I will!” He laughed, waving to you as you raced off to meet your friends.

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Intrusion

– 5 : bach & vitamins (wc: 2k)

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a/n: there’s a scene of card playing so if you dont like anything to do with playing cards,,, its by the end. It’s bluff & i didn’t explain it in the fic bc its rlly simple but i’ll insert the mini note to explain a specific thing i wrote in the fic by the end as a bonus note! + def not my best playing but yea, bach prelude no.1 is played in the fic so..

It’s like any other school day coming to an end. The teacher’s voice getting lost in the sea of students’, as they discuss loudly what to do and where to go, ‘Oh and did you see that?’s here and ‘Have you heard this?’s there, hands and words scattered around as the notebooks and pens are tidied up, put away inside the bags until not a single sign of life is left in the classroom.

It’s almost like any other day, with everyone doing the mundane actions they do each day. And just like any day, you pack up on a whim, place each item in your bag carefully, never interrupting the order of your bag but unlike any other day you walk away from the door and stand over the brunette you’ve come to know more.

It doesn’t take a fake throat clearing on your side, for he notices your presence fast. Getting up and holding his bag on one arm, he gives a curious look your way. If you’ve taken the time to approach him out of nowhere, you must have something to say.

You blink a few times as you look at him. “I was wondering if you start practice right after school or if at least half an hour later.” Words don’t come out in a struggle unlike your expectations.

“Half an hour later. Why?”

“Just- Follow me.”

And so the two of you end up where you first met, properly. This time you’re aware of his presence and he is of yours. This time, it is all planned, not a ‘caught-up-in-the-moment thing. And this time, it’s shaky hands instead of cold, leaving bruises in the papers you’re holding, so you place them on the piano’s open lid quickly.

He sits down with you, to your right, much closer than before. If you make an effort to see him sideways, you can, so you try to brush off the idea itself. You have enough distractions at hand.

Keeping a rhythm with your right foot and tapping it eight times, you take one last deep breath and start hitting the keys. Eyes glued on the papers before you, your left hand starts and joins right after. The first hits are too quiet to your liking and a little out of sync, you hope it’s not noticeable. Eyes going back and forth, you take little moments to watch your hands once in a while, when you’re ahead of the notes, already knowing your next moves.

As your first favorite goes and the first volta is repeated, the tone starts going down, much deeper this time but as lively as the previous ones. You start hitting the keys with more force, trying to achieve the echoing sound you can do once in a while, only when luck is on your side.

Bemols start entering the scene and you start getting quiet at the beginning of each volta. As the melody rises again, so do you. Back straightening without noticing.

Similar repeats of different tones, same pattern made with new sounds, almost flooding around you, almost surrounding you. So close, too close yet never carrying the same satisfying taste.

Quiet once, an echo full of force afterwards, back and forth, the same playing routine.

Your hands keeping going down, to your left. As you go down and down, the melody never falters. Getting to A again and moving your right hand in small scales, you go up again. Up, up and alive, full of life.

This rise is flawed, it doesn’t come as smoothly, much to your dismay. Trying to brush off the pressure of failure, you keep playing. The familiar Cs and Es come once again and playing the same exact notes you did at the beginning, you do the nursery rhyme of an ending. Finishing off with an anxiety arpeggiated chord, more like another failed attempted of it and you pull your hands to your sides, head turned to Iwaizumi a bit too quickly.

He doesn’t seem impressed. He seems far from that actually, almost annoyed. Your frown matches his. You are 100% sure you’ll blame whatever conversation to happen between the two of you on Bach later today.

Tapping your foot again, much quicker and impatient this time, you admit defeat, head dropping back once with a sigh, you face him, again. “So?..”

“So what?” Fine, if you want it be that way.

“So, what do you think?”

“It was alright.”

“That’s it? ‘Alright’?” Irritation clear in your voice, it bothers even your ears. He seems either oblivious or unaffected by it.

“Unless the last time was a fluke, I think you could do better than this.” Your eyelids drop, brows furrowed. Why did you agree to do that again? What came over you to do this again?

Ignoring the look you give his way, Iwaizumi keeps speaking. “If you’ve trusted me enough to bring me here and listen, it couldn’t have been for some inconsiderate pampering. If it was honest opinion you were looking for, here it is. If it was just hitting the keys on correct timing, you got that covered, that’s for sure. But the way you played was soulless.”

Hearing your own thoughts come out of a stranger’s lips is never easy. Never pleasant or welcoming either. No matter how close or how far the person is, it always stings. Even when you know he only means well, doesn’t mean to hurt you with criticism. Because he is right, if you wanted to get compliments from someone who won’t even fully listen to your playing, you could’ve gone and called any of your friends. And still, knowing these doesn’t make the comments any warmer or nicer.

“What time is it? I’d hate for you to be late for practice because of me!” Getting up from the bench a bit too fast, ignoring to comment on his previous words, you can see another emotion spread across his features. You just can’t decide if it’s hurt or disappointment. You’d rather not know.

Picking up his bag and offering you yours, he trails after you and parts ways at the school gates.

Not a word is exchanged between the two of you until you say a hushed “Good bye.” accompanied by a wave.

Empty lunch boxes already cast aside, you find yourself focused too much on the cards. As your friends chat between one another, noises making no sense nor reaching your ears, you mindlessly shuffle the deck, the same words from yesterday echoing in your head.

It was alright.

Alright.

Alright.

Not an insult per se yet not what you wanted to hear. Not from a stranger, is he still a stranger? The way he seemed to decode you that well yesterday argues with your statement. You could brush it aside if that was said by someone in-and-out with music, someone who plays or at least studied it. As far as you know Iwaizumi Hajime was neither of those things, he must have figured it out himself, but how? Isn’t it too soon, too quick?

As you recall your tutor’s words again, referring to Bach as ‘vitamins’, you can’t help but smile. You really don’t like Bach.

Clasping your hands together, deck still between them, you raise your head to your friends. “Alright! Who’s ready for another round?” The glint in Matsukawa and Okemia’s eyes tell it all, Etsuko nods once and you start handing the cards, ready for another round.

Losing count on how many rounds, as Okemia pulls another mass-placing-down-cards move of hers, everyone comes to a halt, turning towards the figure coming their way, a little out of breath.

“Mattsun, there you are! The meeting’s about to start, are you coming?”

“Have the trash king and Godzilla arrived?”

“You know him. The ‘v’ of volleyball comes out of someone’s mouth and he’ll transport there.” As a knowing smile is exchanged between the two, you find your friends eyeing one another. So this must be the infamous Hanamaki Takahiro.

With a shrug, Mattsun turns back to you, eyes focused on his hand. “They must have started bickering with one another again, it’s safe to assume that ‘meeting’ is already dead. Three 7s.”

“Probably. Mind if I join you guys?” He sits as he finishes speaking. “Sure.”

“One 7.” You place downyour card and watch for the reactions. Hanamaki seems to realize what’s going on only now. “Are those… playing cards? Aren’t those forbidden at school?”

“Oh no! These? They’re not ours, we just found them in this spot.”

Okemia joins in to back you up. “We’re just making sure none of these cards are damaged or lost so we’re keeping an eye on them until the owner arrives.”

“By playing?” “Yes. Bluff. Wanna join after this round?” He returns your smile. As the round comes to an end, won by Koto this time, you start gathering the cards and the others explain the rules. He’ll probably fall for all the honestmoves the first time.

This round ends shortly, won by you, Hanamaki falling for all your honesty and ignoring your bluffs. Why would anyone think a single card placed down to be a bluff, you have no idea, but as long as people keep falling for it, you’ll keep doing it.

As the game goes on everyone in the circle seems to have won, except for Hanamaki. After a while it becomes apparent the problem lies within him, he is awfully bad at this game. Mattsun does the same tactic Okemia likes to use and each time, Hanamaki calls ‘bluff’, ends up with the cards, all fours, but he can never use them right. At one point you start feeling really bad for the guy and try changing the topic.

“So Mattsun, now that you’ve read that comic as well, what do you think?” “Weren’t we right?” Koto adds.

“Wait, which one? The one you read in between breaks?”

“Yes-“ “What? Were your hands sweaty?! Hanamaki! Were his hands sweaty?”

“Call me Makki, everyone does. And don’t worry, his hands were as clean as baby skin.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?..”

“I think the phrase was ‘as soft as baby skin’. Remember that moisturizer I’ve used recently?”

“Yes Okemia but it makes no sense. That one was really soft though. Mattsun if my comic book smells of teenage boys, sweat and testosterone-“ “Do you think I’d actually do that?”

“Did Pietro Maximoff betray his family before?” He only laughs in response as the conversation divides into several, everyone talking between one another, joining in another conversation. Makki fits in this dynamic so well, not having any trouble adjusting. Maybe the volleyball team is like that too.

When the topic, one of the topics, focuses on desserts and a new place to try, he joins in on the plan as well, picking a day with the lot of you. Gathering your things after that, you start walking back to class. You walk with Mattsun and Makki to get your book first.

“Ah wait! It caught my eye but we were all walking so I didn’t want to be nosy but… What’s the deal with pants?”

“It’s a long story actually.”

“I’m sure I can make time, if you want to tell. So I take it, you guys are the first ones to do the whole breaking-dress-code-partially thing, right?”

“I-“ You rest your head to your head with a groan. “It’s not breaking the dress code if we wear the pants that are a partof the said code. But yes we were the first ones to do it. For comfort and safety reasons, if you really want to know.”

“Got it! There are rumors everywhere and I didn’t want to go snooping around. But I think it’s cool what you’re doing. So you guys really don’t mind if I tag along to this handsome more often at lunch?”

“It’s fine, a friend of Mattsun’s is a friend of ours too. Plus it’s fun to watch you struggle with all these cards.”

“You won’t be saying that next time!” “We will see.”

As your exchange with him comes to an end, the bell rings, as if on cue. Rushing to your class, you wave at Iwaizumi once, the same smile infected by Makki still on your face.

a/n 2 about Bluff:  When you have enough cards in hand (full sets of enough numbers, ie: four 7s, 5s, 8s,9s,Js, Qs etc) the Player starts placing down four at once. The people doubt at first do usually someone calls Bluff, if it isn’t Bluff, next time the player does this almost no one says a thing. These are the actual times the player bluffs, one bluff and one honest move... And before you know it, the player gets rid of their incomplete set of cards and the rest they hold are the sets of four so they finish quickly. I for one don’t like using this because it’s not the safest opinion but if you’ve done that once or twice, you start to get known for this too and this effects future rounds/plays.

[valkyriesryde]

Tough Guy - 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky and Y/N meet to finally have that talk. 

Word Count: 1,399

A/N: third to last part and its the non-date everyone has been wanting to spy on! Cried a lil while I wrote this but that’s just my emotional attachment lmao hope yall enjoy it

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5:20pm. You were early, sitting on a park bench looking out over the water. You sat on your hands to stop yourself from fidgeting. The words you wanted to say you’d played over and over again during work, getting barely anything done, though it being Friday no one was really doing any work anyway.

You’d waited two days to hear from Bucky - James, again. Wanda had received the forefront of your overthinking at work and when you got home you let out the rest of your frustration on MJ.

Maybe you should leave, maybe this is too much. What needs to be said can be said through text. You unlocked your phone and opened Bucky’s messages.

Just tell him that something came up, yea, that’ll work. Something came up and you’ll have to reschedule. Then just, never reschedule. Easy. So why can’t you type it out? You know the words to say, you know what to type out but you just can't find yourself doing it.

You wanted to see him. You wanted to talk to him. Sam told you what he knew. Wanda told you what she knew. Neither of them knew the truth, Bucky lied to them and you wanted to know why. You also wanted to tell him your truth, you needed to tell him the truth, tell him why you said no, why you left.

You felt your chest constrict and your breathing get shallow. You can’t do this.

“I hope you still like hot chocolate.”

5:30pm. Smack bam on time there he stood with two coffee cups, one held out towards her.

"I wasn't sure what kind of coffee you'd want so I got you a hot chocolate."

Bucky sat down next to you, you muttered a thank you but that was it. You sat in an awkwardly comfortable silence, staring out at what was around you. The trees which swayed slightly in the breeze, a few couples walking along the path, some teenagers sitting on the grass.

"Why are you here?" Bucky's voice was small and timid. For you, he wanted you to say because I missed you.

"I got a job"

"That's what Wanda said," he looked at you, studied you, you cursed him and how he could always read you so clearly. "That's not it though, or that's not all of it." Like a magazine.

"MJ, my roommate slash best friend, she got a job here. Moved out, convinced her boyfriend to come with her. She saw a job posting and sent it to me, I applied on a whim and I got it." You shrugged your shoulders, it wasn't complicated. Everyone thought it was all soooo complicated but it wasn't. You got a job, your friends are here. "Took me three weeks after getting offered the position to actually accept it. MJ convinced me to, she said demons don't chase you to Brooklyn. She forgot my demons were already here, I guess."

"Am I a demon now?" Bucky watched the teenagers laughing, he noticed the shared looks between two of them. Fools in love, he thought, not quite aware of it yet.

"No, suppose I'm yours though."

His eyebrows pulled down, a small frown prominent on his face when he registers what you had said. "Why did it take you so long?" He couldn't look at you, if he looked at he would want to kiss you, so he kept looking at the group teenagers with their brushing touches. "To take the job, why did it take you so long to take the job?"

"Well that I'm not proud of," he couldn't look at you but you couldn't look away from him. He looked confused and sad. For a cat person, he reminded you of an awful lot like a puppy. "You."

Five drunk nights going over the pros and cons of moving over the bridge. Two trips out to see MJ so she could show you what you were missing out on as you walked through the streets with the hood up and head down. One trip to the office where you met Wanda and she showed you where you would, hopefully, be working. Eighteen times you looked at that photo. Him. Smiling so candidly at you, laughing behind his drink, sitting on the beach with marks on his skin from the night before for everyone to see. Eighteen times you wrote his name in the pros column and nineteen times you crossed it out and rewrote it under con in big bold letters.

"I was so scared of seeing you. The slight chance that I would ever run into you and what your reaction of me would be."

"Ironic. So why did you take it?" His lips were in a tight line, jaw locked. He felt guilty for being a reason, if not the reason, for you not taking a job you obviously wanted. He felt guilty for the way he had been so harsh to you and to Wanda and Nat. He wanted you to come here for him but you hadn't. He wanted you to find him, tell him about the rest of your travels and let him take you on a date but you hadn't.

"It was my dream job," you shrugged again. I figured it out! You wanted to beam and shout it out I figured out who I wanted to be and what I want to do! "I wasn't going to turn down that for a guy I hadn't talked to in almost two years.” You smiled slightly at the thought, “to be honest, the thought of possibly seeing you again was pretty exciting as well.” A deep sigh left your lungs “even if our goodbye wasn’t great.”

Bucky hummed and leaned back. He thought about the nights you’d told him how you felt like a failure because you weren’t using your degree. How failure followed you around like a dark grey cloud wherever you went so that’s why you ran away and started exploring the world. Yet the grey cloud still followed you. It followed you through Greece and Italy when you visited all of the places you studied and reminded you how you wasted your time. It followed you to Hawaii when you got the call from MJ to tell you about how Peter and Ned’s startup got picked up by Tony Stark. It yelled at you that that could be you, you could have a career but you don’t even know what you want to do, what a waste.

Bucky thought about what you told him one night, the balcony doors were wide open and everything was still apart from the crashing waves and his fingers in your hair. “You made the grey cloud go away.” You mumbled it into his chest and nuzzled further into his side and that’s when Bucky knew he loved you.

“You wrote a song about me.”

“I wrote many songs about you, Mr Tough Guy.”

Bucky’s lips twitched up, “did you ever do the Pacific Crest trail?”

He wished he had told you, he always thought if he had then maybe things would have gone differently. He understood now because he really did know you. You were happy, you were brighter than you had been in Hawaii, you were sure of yourself.

"I did, I completed it even" you couldn't help the smile that stretched across your face, you were so proud of yourself.

"I knew you would, knew you could."

You spent the next half hour talking mindlessly about life. Catching up, sharing stories, talking about work and life and everything. It all flowed just like it did at the dingy little art gallery where you first met. You didn't even have to try it just flowed.

There was a comfortable silence as it passed 6pm and the sky started to turn orange.

"James" he hummed, his arms were slung over the back of the bench, cups had been thrown away long ago. "Do you think we could start again? Maybe try being friends or at least civil with each other?"

James pondered the suggestion for a moment. Then he stuck out his right hand and gave you a smile.

"My name's James, it's nice to meet you" he winked.

"Hi James," you shook his hand and laughed with him, "I'm Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you."

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[autisticstarseed]

if u could, perhaps, bless us with all the applicable symbols from that fic ask for hvh 👀

ooOoOOOoOO Rub s gay hands togehter omg ty friend 😍;;;;;;

💡 - What was the motivation behind the story?

hHH i hadnt written in 10+ years so when i latched onto this plot idea i just thought itd be a good time to jump the shark and try it again !! i just wanted smth really edgy and depthful bc im emo and the rest kind of snowballed

💎- What was your favorite part?

osdlfksd;lf it’s hard to pick a fav but the drunk scene was definitely the most fun to write at least

⛰️-  What was the hardest part?

THE SCENE WHERE THE GANG IS KIDNAPPED BY ENKI,,,, i debated toning down the violence but in the end i knew where the story was going (and where its still going) and that its gonNA be kinda dark so why hold back now ig

🎭- What was the feeling or mood you were going for?

BITTERSWEET AF,,, sort of just treading the line of ‘hopeful’ and ‘hopeless’ at all times to fully portray the feeling of being at your lowest, but with that classic tss ‘silver linings just around the corner’ kind of undertone

🏟️- Who was your intended audience?

mostly all the adults that watched tss as a kid and felt like spirituaLLY MOVED BY IT cuz i really tried to tap into that Emotion Tee Em we all felt when we found out that zak was [redacted]

🔬- Was there one scene you were building up to/knew you had to get just right?

hHH theres actually a LOT of scenes like that and i think a lot of my general motivation to keep going comes from that ‘WAIT FOR IT WAIT FOR IT’ vibe slkdf:SDF but the Plot Twist tm in the latest chapter was definitely a big’n, and theres a few more of those still to come :^)

🗝️ - What were you thinking when you wrote it?

kjdjFSDs:DF tbh whenever i start really writing, [’im shifting into soup mode’ seinfeld meme voice] im shifting into maladaptive daydreaming mode

🎥- Were there any tv shows, books, or movies that influenced this verse, if any?

:^) devilman crybaby pls forgive me for everytHing

📈- Was there a clear character arch you wanted____ character to go on?

i actually have a short list of what i somewhat consider to be the story arcs in my notes !! mostly just for organization and obvs i wont list the future ones but so far we’ve seen the kushtaka arc, the enki arc, and now we’re in what i call ‘the annunaki’ arc.

🎢- Were there any scenes you were nervous about? For audience reception or otherwise?

ALL OF IT JSHDJSKD, but again a lot of the enki scenes i was worried would be too edgy TM, and the whole annunaki plot as well i was worried might be too ‘out there’ for ppl, but it takes the story exactly where i always wanted it and lines everything up perfectly so i went for it lol. i was also ofc worried if people would like ila or not bc oc but most ppl love her actually which is so 😭❤️

☠️- Did you consider killing off any of the characters? Did you?

8^) [mickey mouse voice] this is a surprise tool that will help us later ,

✉️- Did you title your chapters? What title do you like best?

yes! the next one actually has my favorite chapter title yet, but so far i like ‘so strikes the harpoon’ since its a throwback to the first couple chapters

☀️- Was there symbolism/motifs you worked in?

o every single paragraph is an overly thought out middle school poem im entering in the talent show actually

🎵- Did you have a playlist/piece of music that went with this story?

Yes !! i have HVH insp part 1, Part 2, and an extra one for all those songs that have the vibes but just dont fit enough to make sense in a playlist

📜-Do you want to write something like this again in the future?

probably ! ive learned i definitely like the edgy/darker and emotionally driven stories with ongoing plot, so that trend will almost definitely continue. idk if ill write a dystopia again anytime soon, but i think my future stuff will at least retain that long and heavy vibe

💁- Did readers influence/change any part of this story?

oh yEA like basically i was ready to quit after the very first chapter before it was even written and kinda just got it all out on a whim of motivation but was expecting to flake on it like i tend to do with projects, but the invested response to it was just so uplifting that its what ive been riding on all ten chapters and im so grateful for it :’)))

✏️-Would you go back and change anything if you could?

hHHHHHHH yes and ok this is terrible but i actually tend to avoid re-reading my older chapters until i hAVe to bc i suffer from that sO much ,,, , its just little things like tiny words i wanna change or bits i wanna take out/put in and once or twice ive even caught a mistake or plot hole/smth i forgot to add that i rly do have to go back and edit and i just turn to dust every tim e

⭐- What’s a scene/paragraph you’re proud of?

i really liked the northern lights scene!! it was meant to be a pivotal moment of that ‘bittersweetness’ vibe i was talking abt and it was another one of those scenes i had been planning for a while;;;

“ I think of how much the rest of the family would love this. This isn’t like the moon and the sun, where I can see it and know that even if it looks different, they’ll see the same one soon enough, wherever they are. This reminds me only that I am not with them. It stings. It seems unnatural for something so gentle and natural to appear before us as if we aren’t in complete, total fucking chaos. After all we’ve been through, and the sky still dances. “

📣-What was the best piece of encouragement you got?

AVERY ALL OF UR LIVEBL OGS AND COMMENTS GIV ME SUCH L I FE, ,, ,, CRYIGN CAT FA ce

🔦-Did you learn anything while writing it? About yourself? Writing?

isdfhSDF YEs, part of my hesitation to write came from this thing where i always just assumed there was a wildly high standard of writing in fandom spaces like in original literature spaces, where you had to have like 10+ sentences to a paragraph and you had to describe every tiny detail of a setting and you had to follow every single grammar rule or it was unreadable but like. genuinely its like sculpting with words as long as you have a shape ppl get the idea which is such a weight off my shoulders lol, its still a lot of work but so much fun to know i can to an extent do what i want and ppl actually like it like that. i also learned that like most other writers i have to cause my favs emotional and physical pain,

🎁- Any writing advice for people who want to write something like this?

hhHHHH 1. please do it its so fun just give in to the edge my guy , 2. try to get comfortable re-reading your chapters, for me its like when ppl listen to themselves sing/act but im trying to do better bc its so much more consistent when i keep it fresh in my mind and it also boosts confidence when u can pick out the things u like instead of the things u dont, 3. trying to have at least one scene in mind for each chapter that ur excited to write so u can have motivation to update faster! for me it doesnt have to be smth i think would excite the audience either like it could be the most basic thing but just having an idea of it and knowing i want to see it come to life rly helps me stay on top of it all

TY SM FRIEND THIS WAS SO FUN x x )

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Onyx Fes! 36.9° Charming Chapter 2

Kousaka Ango

Munakata Touya

Usui Chihiro

Akashi Tatsuma

Touya: The content of Leif Andinton’s comment was a job offer for RayGlanZ.

Touya: He wrote in a passionate tone that he wants to take pictures of us modeling.

Chihiro: An overseas cameraman calling for us, we’ll definitely become really popular too.

Ango: But, Mr.Leif is a considerably highly skilled person it seems, right? His skills are of the highest degree, however, his style of work is on a whim.

Ango: Accepting nothing but work we are suited to, we must take interesting routes that we are given.

Ango: On the contrary, to become liked models and artists, we have to win people over ourselves.

Producer: Yea, until the other day that exclusive aforementioned brand tried to talk him into working however it looks like convincing him is a significant hardship.

Producer: To start with, his devotion to his models with exclusive contracts, that’s bait for persuasion. I read in an article.

Chihiro: Eh, that’s high class brands I guess. The merit of that alone is that man, huh.

Producer: Actually, Mr.Leif’s comments thereafter, mail and phone calls to the office one after another came in.

Producer: Not covering only this event, coming from apparel brands, how many modeling contract offers have we gotten…?

Chihiro: Tch, something like this, we’re not going to be baited to Leif for him to fish us up are we?

Ango: Without regards for the prediction of the partnership, work is work.

Ango: Will it just end with the bait? Conversely, if we are to take this chance, that will be our circumstance right?

Touya: Producer, I will send a reply message to Leif.

Producer: Eh, really!?

Producer: ….sorry for saying that. My English is not good, so I’ll need help.

Touya: It seems like this comment is for real. While he’s in Japan I want to go talk to him.

Producer: I understand. Let’s adjust your guys’ schedule. This job is certainly a big chance.

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Chihiro: …and, let it melt at a simmer while mixing… like this?

Chihiro: There, next is what…? Egg yolk and egg whites in…

Tatsuma: Isn’t that Chihiro? What are you going in the kitchen in the middle of the night?

Chihiro: T, Tatsuma!? You, what are you doing in the middle of the night!?

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Readyyy! Project 1st Event “Onix Fes! 36.9°c Charming”

Chapter 1 part 1 | part 2

Chapter 2 

Chapter 3 {coming soon}

Chapter 4 {coming soon}

Chapter 5 {coming soon}

Chapter 6 {coming soon}

Chapter 7 {coming soon}

Chapter 8 {coming soon}

Chapter 9 {coming soon}

Chapter 10 {coming soon}

Translations by Me (@ l0v3rr.b0y on IG)

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Of the fics you’ve written which is your favorite and why???

Thank you for the ask!!!

Picking a favorite is always hard lol multi-chapter wise, I would say Checkmate is a overall favorite cuz I think it’s something semi-original and it’s always crazy to me that people actually like it. Model for Me? is sorta a favorite just cuz it was my first multi-chapter. However, Running Out of Time is slowly building to one of my favorites but time will tell (heh, pun)

More one-shot wise, “Always There” is a personal favorite of mine since I wrote that thing in like literally two-three hours and I still reread that piece today and still find it really good. So wrapping it up, I would say “Always There” is a really big favorite of mine cuz one I wrote it so fast and on a whim and two i think it will age well with my writing. I mean I think it was good writing XD but sadly, I’m pretty sure it’s my least viewed story lol

Yea I’m not the best with favorites cuz each story has their own story behind the writing lol

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I Promise - PT.2

Prompt: In a Heartbeat Ship: James X MC POV: (Point of View): James Word Count: 1,614 Tags:

@hhiggs | @destinio1 | @marryjanewaston

Artist Comment: WE BACK! So after going on such a long excursion, I’ve returned! With some treats.

Or maybe this isn’t muuch of a treat, since I’m gonna be bringing back the ANGST! I plan to up the ante with this one. Make it more dramatic. Not even gonna lie, tapping into this, I got a little emotional writing it. 😪 This really hits home, and one of the saddest things I wrote. Yea, I cried. 🤧

PS, I’m writing this on a whim. No planning, drafting, or prethinking about plot before I write….

Let’s hope this goes well!

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7:15pm

Please be okay

Messenger bag still slung around me, I pulled into the closest parking spot, climbed out the car, urgently slamming the door shut.

Please be okay. Please be okay. Please be okay.

As I quickly approached the building, all my mind could focus on was on her. Nothing else at this point mattered.

Tunnel visioned, I walked straight toward the check in desk.

“Hello, how may I help you?” Unaware that I’d been shaking as much as I was, I silently cleared the anxiousness from my throat, in attempts to keep my voice from cracking. Finally, I put on the smile I’d been used to having during situations like this.

“Hello,” I took a pause to look for a name tag. “Gwen, and, uh, yes you can. I need to know what room MC is currently in. She was taken here an hour ago and I’m just now arriving to see her, it’s urgent.” I could still feel my anxiety creep in progressively as I held onto the counter.

“Well I may need you to fill out this for-“ “Ma’am, I need to see her as soon as humanly possible. I’m sorry, but I can’t waste time filling out papers. I don’t know how much time I have left.” She looked up at me; taken aback. Guilt plunged deeper as I heard something unfamiliar come from my mouth after speaking - a crack. I have no recollection of my nerves getting the better of me to this extent. I started feeling less & less like myself. The calm and collected Ashton “heir,” that had not let anything get to him. It appeared more and more like a facade. It had been harder to keep my easygoing composure. This fear that’d suddenly sprung up on me…

“Sir.” My eyes cleared and focused back on her trying to regain my attention. “This is a ho-spi-tal. And I know you may not get that, so let me explain it to you.” The last thing I wanted to do was argue, not in the head space I was in. “I’m sorry miss, but I understand where I am. I just need to get to my friend before it’s too-“ She threw her hand up at my face, as if to hush me.

Her responses started sounding more belittling than helpful, with little to no reassurance in her tone. “Hospitals are not jungle gyms. I’m not sure what hospitals you’ve been to, but in this one, we run this establishment with organization.” The more she spoke, the less I cared about what she’d been saying. It grew more appealing to just walk through the doors without her permission. “…else waited. So I don’t care if whoever it is was on their deat-“ Just as I moved to walk away, I felt a hand grab the side of my shoulder. “Hey, yeah I apologies for the trouble. He’s with me.” The hand stretches out their arm towards the woman to show her their wristband, as I turn to see who it was. The woman reluctantly jotted in her notebook as she handed a wristband to me. “Your name?” She mumbled. “James.” Zig spoke for me after seeing my irritated expression, nudging me toward the double doors. He grabbed the wristband as I advanced passed.

“Yea, sorry about back there.” Zig seemed to had caught up to me, without too much effort. “The people here seem not to give a damn about emergencies.” He said nonchalantly, giving me a half-reassuring smile. I appreciated it. Sighing, I tried putting one on too, seemingly while still speed walking. “I noticed. She clearly didn’t understand how extreme of a situation this was for me…” the silence seemed to fall naturally. The atmosphere hospitals tend to exude it; urgency, nervousness, and absentmindedness. “Well, I’ve had my handful of experiences with hospitals…” He said breaking the silence. “…the longer people work here, the less they care about the patients-“ “They numb us out.” I said almost subconsciously. “Exactly.” I wasn’t 100% sure, but I could’ve sworn I picked up a hint of grief in his tone. I could relate. “Actually, how did you find me?” I’d completely forgotten that he came out of nowhere, literally. But, Then again, I wasn’t completely focused on my surroundings. “I was outside, at the front. I don’t really mesh with hospitals all that much…“ Made sense. “Plus, I was kind of getting anxious. You know, with MC. Needed a breather, and a smoke.” I let out a halfhearted chucking as we passed several familiar halls. I couldn’t pinpoint it, my mind being on so many things regardless.

“But I did see you, or maybe, a glimpse of you.” Had I been walking that fast? “By the time I glanced up from my phone, the door was already open. I didn’t think nothin’ of it until I looked up again, and saw your car parked up front;” New York license plate? “… New York license plate.” He’s more observant than I’d given him credit for. He always seemed laid back to really care much about anything. Shouldn’t have judged him so much spring semester. “Oh, you’ll need this by the way.” He hands me the wristband, taking it thankfully; I wrap it around my wrist. “Thanks Zig.” “Don’t mention it.”

Within a few minutes, and down several halls, I spotted familiar faces in the central waiting area of sectioned rooms. I noticed Becca first, dressed in her work uniform, pacing back and forth in the corner, with Madison - dressed in her volunteer scrubs standing on one end, trying to calm her down. I could catch grimaces of what she’d been saying, though she had been talking fast, “They won’t let me see her, what kind of ragtag hospital is this?” Zach had been sitting, holding a teary-eyed Kaitlyn by her shoulders, consoling her. When I walked up, I started to notice how swollen & red her eyes were. When she noticed me, her eyes got watery, and she’d bolted up, hugging me. Hugging her back, It was the last thing I expected she’d do, but when I looked down at Zach, the expression he gave me made my heart ache, then panic.

“Kaitlyn, what’s going on?” She drew back, wiping her eyes. It took her a minute to speak. “She… she wouldn’t wake up James. I d-don’t know what happened. I was t-t-there for her the ent-ire time. I-she wouldn’t wa-ake up… She w-ouldn’t ge-t up. I tr-ied everything p-p-possible. She w-wouldn’t mo-ove J-J-James. I d-don’t know w-what I di-d w-wro-ng.” I could feel her shaking in my arms, trying to speak through the stutters and hiccups. I pulled her back into my arms, hearing her weeping, sobs growing as I rubbed her back, feeling myself grow more terrified. Looking back at Zach, he’d looked like he’d been crying too, but was holding his composure better, at least her was now.

“Kaitlyn and I rode the ambulance here, while Chris went to pick up Becca up from Uskea, since she didn’t have a way to come here.” Looking over to Becca again, she’d now been tearing up. And part of her had been fuming that she was getting emotional in the first place. Madison never left her side. Grabbing my attention once more, Zach continued. “We got here and they’ve had her in that room this whole time.” My eyes moved subconsciously at the door, trying to relax my breathing. “I know t-t-his hurts James, it h-hu-hurts me t-t-too.” I heard muffling coming from Kaitlyn, still sobbing, but since has lessened. I choked back my want to cry as well, hearing her say that, but could tell my eyes were growing more glassy. “They called Chris to the side and are talking to him now. Haven’t heard any news yet.” Trying to wrap everything together, and clear the confusion only made me more sick to my stomach & dizzy. Mid-thought, The door glided open, and as my eyes jetted to the noise, Chris stepped out. He’d looked even more exhausted than I’ve ever seen him. Once seeing everyone, he attempted to clean himself up; clearing his throat, and taking a breath.

“Hey James,” he said walking over towards us, waving Becca & Madison over. His voices had been hoarse and strained. I nodded at him as Kaitlyn looked up. “W-what happening Chris?” After a pause that felt like ages, he cleared his throat one more time before speaking, not having the heart to look anyone in the eyes, but his gaze fixed on his fiddling hands. “Uh… the doctor…” Pausing, he glanced up around at everyone, sighing, then returning his eyes to his hands. I could physically feel my heart shatter & break, every heartbeat that pounded in my chest.

“She, she caught a rare case of Meningitis. She’s in a coma right now… um… fighting to stay alive.”

I felt tears roll down my face as he choked up, dropping his head into his hands. My mind went blank, the room sunk back, as my emotions took full control. The numbing began.

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The best of both worlds. . . er, galaxies When I first saw this project announced I wrote it off as just a quick cash grab, a hastily constructed piece that would take the STAR WARS scripts, flower them up with prose to resemble what the laymen thinks Shakespeare sounds like (lots of "thous" and "doths"), and that would be that. It felt like something that would probably get a page read here or there for a quick smirk during extended stays in the bathroom. I could not have been more wrong. Go to Amazon

Star Wars Meets The Bard These books are a lot of fun. My husband is an avid Star Wars fan, and my children and I read a lot of Shakespeare in our homeschool. We've all enjoyed reading how these books came to be. We're particularly fond of Yoda, who speaks in haiku. The author says in his introduction that he's not a Shakespeare scholar, but has memorized the dialogue from all the Star Wars movies and managed to put it all into iambic pentameter. That's an impressive feat in my book. It's been fun to discuss these as a family for sure. If you have a reluctant Shakespeare student who happens to love Star Wars, this might be just the ticket to get them interested in The Bard! Go to Amazon

Verily, All I Could Have Hoped For! I have been seeing these books around for a few years now an coveting them. When a friend who lives far away mentioned how much he wants to read them too, we came up with a fantastic plan to read them together as a friends-across-distance plan. Anyway, for the listed price I was concerned that I might be receiving a damaged copy, but the books showed up ahead of the shipping schedule in brand-new condition. Go to Amazon

new character depth As a long time Star Wars fan, these books are a joy to read. Besides the normal script, there are many asides that take you inside the characters' thought processes. This is even done with characters that had no lines, such as the AT-AT walkers and ugnaughts. So besides being novel entertainment, it gives new perspectives, new depth, and even some funny commentary. Occasionally, the Shakespearean writing crosses the line from authentic to gimmicky, but by and large is quite fulfilling. Go to Amazon

Bought it on a whim since I like Shakespeare and thought that I would be able to ... By far the first set of books that I have actually read that was of any interest to Star Wars series. Bought it on a whim since I like Shakespeare and thought that I would be able to get into Star Wars more Go to Amazon

best intro to Shakespearean style Great read-aloud for my elementary-school kids. Go to Amazon

Yea and Foresooth, Star Wars in Iambic Pentameter? This trilogy of the first released Star Wars series is wonderful. The most fun I have had reading books in years. The familiar story is faithfully reported in Shakespearean iambic pentameter. It is hard to improve on George Lukas, but William Shakespeare style and language is a truly remarkable adjunct. As an aerospace engineer and fan of Shakespeare I never imagined that these two interests would ever merge but they do in this delightful boxed set of three books. His language fast-forwarded to our modern space-oriented technology really gets into ones head. I even find myself speaking to my wife in Shakespearean English these days, although not always in iambic pentameter. Go to Amazon

Great gift Full disclosure: I haven't read these all. I have sampled, but this was a gift. So the majority of the 5*s belongs to the physical product. This is a beautiful box set of 3 well produced, hardcover books. The books have great covers and pictures. The set comes with a nice poster. The idea of the book is great and what I read was fun and interesting. I gave it to my 11 year old and he loves it. This made a great gift. Go to Amazon

but having enjoyed the movies Five Stars this was the perfect gift for him Five Stars I don't like the star wars books - LOVE this version of ... Quirky Excellent condition. Exactly what we were looking for A Fun Merging of Worlds. "Why didn't I think of that" Five Stars

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Advice for writing multi chaptered fics?

!!!!!!!!!! this is gonna be long probably so

first of all im so happy you have come to me!! to ask this question!! i feel so honoured!! i will do my best to provide u w an at least sort of helpful answer

so

ill start w a disclaimer that ive only ever actually finished 2 mulit-chap fics so. Yea im gonna talk abt my experience w those first then general advice

that being said!!! the first multi-chap fic i ever wrote was totl, which ended up being about 46k. when i decided to start posting (COMPLETELY on a whim, jsyk) i had done about 3 chapters? and i decided to commit to a once a week posting schedule so. w 12 chaps and 46k total (totl, haha) i think i was writing just over 3800 words per week? which like, looking back. How The Fuck

totl spanned august-october of 2015, so when i was just starting grade 12! i was writing each chapter like. in the week before it was posted mostly so i had Deadlines which i think! really did help motivate me to write it because i REALLY wanted to stick to my schedule

also, i knew exactly what i was doing - before i started posting chapters i’d outlined the ENTIRE fic in a rly nice kind of spreadsheet thing w like. plot points, chapter stats (title, words, date to post), the quote for each chap, and bookkeeping details like timeline! i think that was the MOST helpful thing for me cause in general i need to Plan Out My Entire Life like i wouldn’t be alive w/o my planner!!!

also i have the best friends in the entire world so i had a really really good support system when i was writing totl - both irl and tumblr friends that would hype me up and were really invested in the fic so that meant a LOT to me and was just all the more motivation to finish it and make it really good!!

also i think since i’d had the idea for totl for almost 3 years before i actually wrote it (fun fact it was originally gonna b for a diff fandom but i changed it to tailor to tmr) i had a LOT of time to consider like. overarching themes and the artistic aspect of it? so like by the time i got around to outlining/writing really all i needed to figure out was specific plot stuff and tailoring it to tmr

so that was my approach for totl!! in addition to like the Main fic ive also done a number of shorter fics in the same universe cause it is so dear to me!! you can find that here if ur interested ;))

my other multi-chap fic i’ve written is called expedition and its a 48k space adventure fic!! this one isnt a modern au, but like, canon universe if wckd had decided to send the gladers to space to repopulate instead of like. Using Them As Test Subjects.

this one i wrote over a Long period of time, i think the original conception of the idea was march-ish of 2016, and then i actually got my shit together and started writing that summer, but didn’t finish it until september 2017! there’s a lot of factors as to why it took so long but it was mostly school (bc i started uni that year) and the fact that i didnt meticulously outline! i had a rly good idea of what i wanted for general mood and themes, but plot was only a few rly general points that didnt get really detailed until i was actually writing the fic

also because i hadnt outlined i didnt start publishing until it was Completely done bc i knew i wouldnt be able to keep up - and this is just a personal preference for like My Own writing but i generally don’t post things until they’re Done i just like. can’t have the chance of not finishing/disappointing ppl/etc but thats just me!

so w expedition i was going into it a lot more blind but i was curious to see how that affected my creative process? like. just letting myself Loose and seeing where the story went and i liked it!! i feel like for me. my writing style in terms of both artistic style and like. the technical stuff and how i prepare/etc for a fic REALLY depends on the fic itself!! like. i dont know how to explain it but. yea

okay! this is way too long lets have some general multi-chap fic writing advice:

outline if that works for you! some people think its to constraining on their creativity but i find it really helps me stay on track/motivated!

have some ppl to hype u up! my irl best friend who Did Not Care about tmr read all the books just so he could talk about it with me!! and he read totl every single week and discussed it w me and it was. so Blessed its hard but if u can find urself a hype friend

figure out why the hell u want to do this!! personal achievement? hell yea! just really need to tell this story?? awesome!! you know that that one person will abs love it?? perf!!

even if it’s bad/ends up not really fitting your story in the end, save it. you can always spin it into a one shot or maybe even its entire own thing. also, it’s just nice to look back on your own writing!!

in that vein - the one shot i just posted for totl was a scene between thomas and minho that didn’t make it into any of the other totl fics. it’s nice bc i can explore those moments, and also it was just like. a dialogue study btwn those two characters - i find those are Really helpful to explore a dynamic esp one u might not get to see a lot in whatever fic ur writing

let yourself be bad? like this sounds like weird advice but. don’t get caught up in having the first draft be perfect - when i’m writing a first draft of anything i dont edit AT ALL (if i think of something to change while writing ill usually use google doc’s comment feature) because i find it rly disrupts the creative flow!! let urself word vomit! dont worry abt making it good, u can do that later!!

know urself. if inspiration doesnt strike that often, make use of when it does. you can train yourself to be in the mood for writing - it’s fuckin hard, but if you get into the habit, it becomes a LOT easier to write more regularly. try to write at least 100 words a day

for multi-chap fics, keep track of ur shit!!! it helps to make a separate document w like. a little timeline of when things happen. even if they’re not all relevant in your story or are never mentioned, it will help you to keep things straight logistically

if ur commiting to a multi-chap and ur gonna update it every how many ever days, try to like. write a good chunk of it Before in case u fall behind!! but if u do end missing a deadline dont! beat urself up! 

have fun. writing is supposed to be painful but like. fun painful

ok i think that’s way longer than it should b so im gonna. stop. but this was FUN anon i hope at least some of this was helpful and if u ever wanna talk abt writing w me!! come hit me up yall!