Frankly, I could stop right there, because in my experience writing is at least 95% screaming at a laptop until the words go. But that’s not what I want to talk about today. I want to give you a piece of advice that, if you can master it, might take some of the pain away.
You know when you’re rereading something, and you notice a plot hole? A tiny one? Pretty insignificant? Something you could fix if you just switched a few scenes around, added in a few lines of dialogue a few chapters back? So you start to work on it? (this is especially common in stories with complex plots, fantasy novels, science fiction, etc.) Don’t do that. Take a deep breath. If you were screaming, stop. It’s ok. Close your eyes, and scroll past it. Then continue to work from where you left off.
I guarantee you will work faster if you make this a habit.Leave fixing the tiny things for the last stages of editing. I don’t know what sick bastard made it possible to procrastinate working on your story while working on your story, but together we can rise above.
I got ambitious and made this insanely high res for some reason or another so that made it take thrice as long to get through.
But it was worth it because this is more fanart for @themarydragon, who I think I’ve previously mentioned is a writing wizard, but it’s worth saying again, especially in case I haven’t. This is from Chapter 8 of her fic Calm Waters Run Deep, at some interim point of the night. Good stuff.
Also, Mary, if you happen to want the 18x12 in, 300 dpi version to print, just message me. It’s the least I could do for ya!
So I was recently watching party comments/reactions for certain thingies for DA2, and I came across a very crazy realization.
So when the whole party is being blood magicked by Idunna, the craziest things happened. So like - when Hawke asks these guys what the hell is wrong with them because they’re telling him to take it easy on her, all of the party members are like - naaaahhh just be gentle, she’s nice and we shouldn’t be hard on her - ALL EXCEPT for the mages…
So I was like - DA FUCK. All the mages are like - “Woah, what the hell am I saying, this lady is doing something weird, Hawke.” And everyone who isn’t a mage is like - “take it easy, she’s had it rough blah blah”, EXCEPT for Fenris! When Hawke is like, “what the hell is wrong with you?” Fenris is like “I-I don’t know, be careful.”
Why is he the only non-mage who doesn’t get fooled or enchanted (all the way) by this blood mage?
Obviously the answer is because he has those markings - BUT do you realize what this means!? You guys - this means Fenris’s connection to the fade is as strong as a mage’s.
Those lyrium markings don’t just affect his physical abilities, but his entire body is wired like a mage’s. He’s just as connected to the fade - Fenris just isn’t marked by lyrium - he IS lyrium. Woooaaahh. So basically - because lyrium exists in the fade just as much as in reality - his abilities actually give them the ability to phase into the fade.
THAT’S WHAT HE’S DOING WHEN HE PHASES.
He’s phasing in and out of the fade!
That also means that if he basically has that ability, then he should be able to physically travel between the two worlds. HEHEHE.
This also means that if he is lyrium, he should be able to hear and understand the song of both blue and red lyrium. (I’ll get to that significance another time).
What this also means, that if you for some insane reason, chose to have your Hawke “die” in the fade (the creators said that whoever was left in there isn’t necessarily dead) then Fenris is actually the only person (now that the Inquisitor had their arm chopped off) that is capable of saving him.
If Fenris is this perfect blend of a living lyrium catalyst, he could successfully enter the fade and get Hawke out of there. I firmly believe that if that was studied more than he would be able to do it. As Danarius had wanted of his slave, Fenris was basically a limitless supply of lyrium for his magic.(Again, how this is done I will get into another time).
Another thing that made me stop and turn to look at Fenris a couple times is his insane ability to feel the veil. Though they could be just offhand comments, I somehow doubt that. The example I’m referring to here is his comment as you walk on the Bone Pit for the first time. Fenris says: “Many slaves died here, their cries linger in the stone.” But if you recall from any Dragon Age lore, we all know that the veil is thin where great tragedy struck, such as war, murder, and of course the slaughtering of many innocent slaves. It’s obvious that what Fenris is “hearing” is the cries of the spirits who are mimicking the deaths of those slaves that were slaughtered. But the only way one could hear that, would be if they could actually feel the veil, much like any other mage who is attuned to the Fade. Fenris is just as attuned to it, and he shows this time and time again.
Of course he could just be being epic, but again, I doubt that, as that’s a pretty amazing comment for someone who isn’t a mage.
I’m also piecing this together in the aspect about this - after Fenris sleeps with Hawke, he says he’s was able to recall his memories. I think by now that us FenHawke shippers have a canon that Fenris’s markings light up during “intense” moments, but think about this. What if the reason why Fenris is able to recall his memories at that time is because his lyrium is allowing him to brief the fade? What if those markings bring him ever closer to the fade, to a point where spirits would begin to take the shape of his memories that he so desperately wants back? That would explain why he was able to recall those memories, even though his mind had been wiped, and also why he immediately forgot them once they had stopped.
Now, I know you must be thinking “wait - wouldn’t that mean that Fenris would be able to recall his memories every time he lit up to tear someone’s heart out?”
No, not necessarily.
I’m a huge fan of the idea that spirits of compassion, though rare, tend to seek those that are searching and looking for something. While Fenris fights, that’s obviously not pleasurable, and his mind isn’t focused on the things he wants.
However, I believe that while he and Hawke slept together, that was a moment of intense want. He wanted something, and his mind was in a place where coupled with that intense emotion, his lyrium linked to the fade. In this instance, it wouldn’t be too surprising that a spirit came along and generously allowed him to recall his memories.
I like this theory, and I think that, out of some of the ones I’ve heard, this is nicely simple and would explain a lot of his power.
I’ll keep adding to this if I find more proof!
(Also, if you’d like, I’ve posted a theory on how this plays a part in Hawke’s rescue. Check it out)
Is it true in far cry 4 (?) there’s a secret ending with the crazy dad character and if at the very beginning he tells u to just wait at the table and if you do for like 15 min he comes back and flies u to the end of the game?
Summary: An unexpected noseblood during class strikes up an immediate friendship with no other than Reggie Mantle.
Word Count: 2,220.
A/N: Honestly, I’m utterly in love with Reggie by now. This was a complete blast to write and as always, feedback would be greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy! (also yes i’m very well aware that that’s a zach gif and not reggie one, oh well)
♡ i’m so sorry this took so long. i’ve been super busy and tired so i had zero motivations but i’m back bc bts festa is giving me enough energy to go back to my writings lmao hope u like it!
A reckless young girl. That’s exactly what you were. Jimin knew he was gonna get burned eventually but he loved playing with fire. The adrenaline of it was rather thrilling and exciting, and he was a grown up adult to know how bad he was risking his and your career, but he craved you so much he just couldn’t let you go.
This little adventure of yours had gotten the best of Jimin recently. You certainly look like the most innocent student ever when in class, with your round glasses resting on top of your nose bridge and your slender fingers writing down notes. You were smart enough to not make any weird eye contact with Jimin in school hours and he tried as well, he tried so hard, but he couldn’t not notice the way your skirt went a little too up your legs when sitting in a specific position.
You were Jimin’s biggest temptation and he wanted to sin so bad.
The pitching sound of the ringbell takes you a bit by surprise. You stretch your fingers a few times and give a massage to your numb hands. Long lectures were your least favorite and you always complained about that to your friends. They kept telling you to just change your class schedule if it was that bad, but your acting skills were now on point and you could always get away with a simple ‘I can take it for a few more months’.
Actually, you could take it for years if possible. The only thing that got you tied to that hell of a class was Jimin, and your friends didn’t have any clue of what was happening between the two of you. Even if they did you actually didn’t care at all, but you knew what speculations could do to people and you certainly you didn’t want them to think that your grades were so good because of your body.
It was true that everything started with you doing Jimin a little favor, but not in exchange of good grades. He was horny as fuck, you had a ridiculously big crush on him and well, were you really going to throw that opportunity out of the window?
“Are you coming? We’re getting some friday drinks”, you turn your head side to side and push your hair out of your face, flipping through the pages of your notebook before looking up at Nari, “I’ll see you guys other day, I think I’m going home”, Nari does a little pout and puts her hand on her hip, “You’re so boring”, you imitate her words mocking her voice and flip her off, stretching yourself on the chair, “You can look for another best friend if you want to”, you shrugged as if you didn’t care but Nari just laughs and messes your hair, “Have some rest, grandma”, you wave her goodbye and pretend to put your books on your backpack until she’s out of sight.
This is your new routine every friday after school. You always have a new excuse for your friends to either go anywhere without you or wait for you outside the school. Since they have no clue of what is going on, they never bother to ask you about it and just leave.
Jimin was there to witness your whole little act and couldn’t help but giggle the moment you waved at him from your place on the middle of the classroom, “Why don’t you just tell her? I’m sure she won’t mind at all”, you close your eyes and sigh, putting your hair up in a messy ponytail in the process, “She will question my capacities of having good grades and I don’t want her thinking I suck your dick so I can be a top student in your class”, Jimin laughs fully this time and stands up from his desk, walking over to you and slow and killing way, “So you’re saying you suck my dick for fun?” “I suck your dick because you like it”, those words are enough for Jimin’s member to twitch inside his black dress pants, “Well, that’s true. Then tell me”, he says, his voice dropping one octave or two, while looking right into your eyes with his stupid signature smirk that has you dripping wet in a second, “What is something I do that you like?”, once he’s close enough, he stands right in front of you in the small space between you and the table, with his hands in his pockets.
You can see the thirst in his eyes while they look down at you. You know Jimin is a sucker for foreplay so you put both hands right above his belt and slowly draw them up his stomach towards his chest, standing up in the process, “I like it when you kiss me. I like it when you touch every centimeter of my skin. I like it when you pull me by the waist and thrust harder into me”, at this point Jimin’s length is painfully growing inside his pants and how he wishes you give him that well deserved release sooner than later, “I also like it when you grab onto my ass and push me further to you while I’m riding you in your chair”, once you’ve reached the collar of his shirt, you take a good grip of his black slim tie, turn positions and push him down the chair you were sitting on before, “ or my chair, for that matter”, Jimin is now a breathing mess because even though his usually the dominant one in this weird relationship, he can’t help but feel breathless by just the idea of you taking full control.
Jimin wants to feel you. You may be less than a meter closer but for him it seems like a kilometer. At this distance, he can’t touch you enough. And he’s craving you insanely bad, for some odd reason. He’s one to maintain his chill whenever you are in this situation but there’s something about that specific evening that’s making him feel like he’s drowning in your beauty. He’s usually patient but right now, patience is what he cares about less. With a swift movement, he lifts your burgundy skirt with a hand and gets rid of his belt with the other, struggling with the zipper of his pants, “Slow it down cowboy, we have plenty of time”, but you actually don’t. Right after you say those words, your phone vibrates on top of the table and you’re able to easily read the text message that you just received.
‘We thought about going to that chicken place and decided to change plans. I see your car is still in the parking lot so I guess you’re still here?’
‘Anyway, we’re keeping you company in your house if you don’t mind’
‘Since I know you’re probably obsessing over your notes I’m coming to get you, my nerdy friend’
“She’s coming”, Jimin suddenly stops touching your bare legs when he notices how distressed you look, “Who’s coming”, he slightly complains when you take a step away from him, “Nari. She’s still here”, time is precious to you, he knows, you know it, everyone knows it, but you had him so badly wrapped around your finger that he blindly decided to play with your luck a little too much, “We have time”.
You change positions in an instant. Jimin is no longer sitting in the chair but standing and lifting you up with zero efforts, pushing softly on your shoulders. You take the sign and lay down on your back with both hands on top of your chest, feeling your heartbeat getting faster by the second. You’re so immersed in your worry for Nari catching you that you don’t even sense Jimin’s next actions.
Before you can even take a breath his pushing himself inside you, grabbing onto your covered hips to steady you. You’re speechless, so speechless of how good he makes you feel in a matter of seconds that you don’t make any noise, not even a gasp or a moan. Nothing. Your brain is not functioning correctly because he’s going too fast and you can’t concentrate in anything else. The pleasure is overwhelming and Jimin notices this, so he goes a bit farther and increases his pace even more. He’s a mess too, but you’re out of your limits.
It takes less than two minutes for you to reach your orgasm, Jimin following soon after. Since he knows you’re very responsible when it comes to taking your birth control he doesn’t bother on pulling out before he comes. He takes a moment right after, catching his breath along with you, still inside. Then you hear the clicking of heels far down the empty hall and that’s your queue to take a grip of yourselves. You are a total sex mess, and Nari is walking fast.
Before he goes back to his spot behind his desk, he rips a page of your notebook and gets cleans the cum that is running down your legs even after you fixed your underwear and skirt, “Intelligent choice, Park Jimin”, but you don’t have any tissues by hand so you guess it is quite a nice choice. You wouldn’t let him clean you with your sweater, not in a million a years.
The door slams open soon after Jimin sits on his chair. While he pretends to arrange some papers, you do your best to make yourself look like you’re struggling with your notes. Nari stays at the door for a few seconds before she walks over to you, sitting on the chair besides you, “Let’s go granny”, you look up at her and smile softly, trying to fake tiredness, “Let’s go”, you put all your things in your backpack and fix the chairs, following Nari’s fast steps. You’re about to exit the classroom without giving Jimin a second look when Nari stops in front of you and lifts her eyebrows with a mocking smirk on her face, “I strongly recommend aromatizing this place before you leave, Mr. Park. It smells like sweat and semen in here”, and with that she takes your hand in hers, laughing loudly. You feel a little bit numb because you definitely didn’t expect that to happen, but you’re still able to hear Jimin’s laugh behind you, causing a shit eating grin to appear on your face. You’re so whipped for Park Jimin, and he’s so whipped for you.
Derek swallowed and said quietly, “I think. I, um.” This was far more
difficult to say that he’d thought it would be. He’d been dealing with
the situation for almost two weeks. He’d practiced saying what he needed
to tell Dr Deaton in the mirror last night and this morning, but he
couldn’t manage to find the words now.
This work is un-beta’d. There is nothing graphic about the medical examination. There is some discussion of bodily functions and medications.
(3,071 I Teen I Complete) *human au, College student!Stiles
Graduate Student Stiles Stilinski is alone as he
studies in New York- well, aside from his only friend in the City. Derek
lives in the same apartment building, and circumstances mean they will
both be spending Thanksgiving alone. When Derek suggests they spend it
together, Stiles jumps on the idea.
Scott and Stiles get a kitty. It’s a demon. It spills cups, bites Scott
(who thinks it’s totally adorable), and prefers using the shower as a
litter box. But for some insane reason, Derek is totally in love. With
Stiles isn’t sure what he’s more surprised by when he wakes in the
morning: that he slept better than he has in ages with Derek in his bed,
or that Derek stayed the night at all. The relief he feels when he sees
him there, sleeping comfortably, almost serenely, is palpable. They’re
facing each other, close but not touching, and Stiles takes advantage of
Derek’s slumber to watch him openly, taking in each exquisite line and
curve of his chiseled face, the way his mouth is soft but still slightly
downturned, long eyelashes lying delicately across his smooth skin.
Derek finds a kitty. Kitty hates Derek. Stiles has to help. It’s like
the most twisted game of Rock-Paper-Scissors they’ve ever had to play. Fluff ahead, because we all suspect that Derek may have a little bit softer side. Does he?
Derek stayed silent for a long minute. “Your best friend named his
fish… Fish?” Stiles nearly brained himself on the counter. “This is
really all you got from my speech?” he asked, not believing his luck.
Derek leaned toward him, resting with his arms folded under him. “Well,
it’s not like the part where you asked me to save your life was that
interesting” he deadpanned.
“Kind of an ugly thing, isn’t it?” Stiles asks.Derek turns a glare on him. “Why are you even here?”Stiles grins. “Because you plus a kitten is hilarious, Danny Zuko,” he says, reaching over and scratching the kitten’s neck.The thing takes a swipe at him and takes a chunk of his arm with
it. Stiles jolts backwards, trips over his own feet, and ends up on his
ass on the floor.Derek looks back at Deaton. “How would I go about keeping her?”
Or: The one where Derek gets a kitten because of reasons.
(7,155 I Explicit I Complete) *college au, accidental relationship
Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he
deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly
wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an
actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a
tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles
has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he
has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair
dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes
like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams.
They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them,
transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to
encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also
wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages,
and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder
(8,045 I Teen I Complete) *no pairing, suicidal thoughts, depression
Derek stands frozen for a moment, disbelieving, before
his hands come slowly forward. Its fur is surprisingly soft, and he
buries his fingers in it as he strokes his way down its back. He
catches its hindquarters on instinct when it springs out of the cage and
onto his chest, shoving it face cold nose-first into the crook of his
neck, and beneath the rumble of its purrs Derek can still make out the
careful ticking of its heart.
If he leaves it here, it’s going to die alone. It’s a sentence he knows all too well.
“What sort of paperwork do you need me to fill out?”
Could we get a scenario with Yamamoto and his soulmate? Could we get him meeting his waitress soulmate and how that goes down and how he woos her? Please and thank you!
Takeshi looked up to stare at the droplets of rain that had
started to fall on the world and closed his eyes to it, surrendering himself
with a relieved expression on his face.
He felt grateful to the downpour which had started to
cleanse him of the blood still staining his clothes, his skin and his sword. At
his feet were the bodies of the men who met their ends with his blade. When he
opened his eyes he watched the rain water flush their blood away from the
pavement and into the sewers.
The crisis was over. His job was done. There was no reason
to linger here any longer.
The Rain Guardian sheathed his sword and wrapped it;
carefully putting it in the wooden tube used to keep away a man’s bokken. As he
did so he noticed the blood covering the meat of his left palm and turned it
towards the rain in order to wash the filth away. And once the blood was
cleaned off a name remained etched like a scar across his skin.
It seemed like a childish thought; a relic of a dream that
may never come true in this lifetime but… looking at it made him feel just a
little bit innocent again.
Satisfied he walked away from the gory sight of severed
limbs and dead bodies with hunched shoulders underneath a blue black long coat
trying to stave away the cold night. His name scarred hand hidden carefully in
With this, Tsuna should have one less thing to worry about.
With this, Hayato would have one less thing to nag about. With this, the Family
would stay safe just a little while longer. The cold and nightmares that will
follow him after this night will be worth it just by thinking of all the good
his actions tonight will bring. Even if the memory still seeped coldly into his
“Thank you very much, please come again!”
Takeshi suddenly found his feet stopping as a door was
opened beside him and a blast of warmth against his skin made his eyes go wide.
A couple joked with each other as they closed the door
behind them and walked passed him, huddled in their raincoats laughing.
Takeshi stood on the paved sidewalk like a frozen statue,
not moving an inch. Even after the door closed and the light from the small
diner hid behind it he could still feel the warmth it had emitted. Nostalgia
made him turn and face the restaurant and stare at the wooden doors.
Wistfulness made his feet move and enter it. The feeling was much too hard to
The scent of coffee and fresh baked bread assaulted his
senses the moment he stepped inside and immediately he felt his whole being
beginning to thaw in the warmth the entire place emitted. With a little twist
in his gut he was reminded of his father’s sushi shop back home. The scents
were different but… it felt the same.
It felt like home.
And in the center of the empty café was you. Eyes closed,
chin resting on the top of your mop and singing softly the song being played on
the old fashioned phonograph that was probably a part of the café’s prop (insert: City of Wind from Tsubasa
Reservoir Chronicles), looking like you were dreaming…
And as Takeshi stared at you he couldn’t help but want to follow
you into that dream.
Even when the song finished and you opened your eyes with a
small smile on your face he couldn’t move away from where he was standing until
you noticed him there.
“Oh! I’m sorry! I forgot to put up the Closed sign!” you
gasped, your hand covering your mouth in mortification.
Your reaction shook Takeshi out of his stupor making him
revert to the age old habit of scratching his hand on the back of his head.
“Ah, really? Sorry I’ll just go th―”
“No, wait!” she called out softly as Takeshi turned back to
see you smile. “Please, sit down. I’ll consider you the last guest for the
Takeshi blinked and took a seat in a corner booth as he
watched you put up the ‘Closed’ sign. “Is there anything in particular you’d
like to drink?”
“Uhhh…” what was he supposed to say? He wasn’t exactly as
fond of coffee as say Tsuna, Hayato or Reborn. Like Hibari he had never really
grown fond of the bitter brew his Italian cohorts were so in love with. “I’ll
take anything you’ve got left, I guess.”
“Eh?” you looked at his wet clothes and hair and saw the
expression in his eyes and something clicked inside you. Like a long forgotten
memory. “Gimme a minute.”
When you left his sight Takeshi allowed his eyes to roam the
It wasn’t really anything special. It was just like any
other café he had gone into. But there was something about the polished wooden
chairs and tables and the flowers crawling around outside the windows that made
everything seem so natural. Adding the fact that the lights had been dimmed
because of closing time and the soft, candlelight quality of them gave the
entire place the appearance of an amber dream. So unpretentious. So relaxing…
The music from the phonograph in the background invited everyone to lower down
their guard and relax. It made him frown a little as he watched the small pot
of small flowers on his table; his hitman senses busily taking in the entirety
of the store, automatically seeking out threats and ways of escape.
So he was more than a little surprised when a hand set down
a large, steaming cup in front of him.
Blinking, Takeshi looked up with wide eyes. No one had been
able to sneak up on him like that in years.
Not even Chrome or Mukuro. His
startled gaze met your eyes. And for some reason… a burst of color exploded
from your smile and infected his whole world.
Takeshi blinked, unable to understand what it was that was
happening. It took a while before he could form any words at all. “I… uh… How
“It’s on the house; just this one time.” you replied as you smiled
brightly. “You look like you needed it.”
Takeshi stared, his brain― jaded and riddled in paranoia
from living the life of a hitman― seemingly stranded in another world at what
Absentmindedly he reached for the steaming cup you had left
him with and took a sip. He was so startled he almost dropped the cup.
It was warmed milk sweetened with a little honey…
He fought tears in his eyes as he sipped the drink past the
sudden lump in his throat as memories of youth and innocence ran amuck in his
mind. The warmth of it seeping into his chest and making his heart feel as
though it was thawing from the prison of ice he had forced it in all these long
years to survive in the Mafia.
It made him feel like he can be human again…
“Do you like it?” you asked, a little worried. “You didn’t
look like you were the type to like coffee that much.”
Takeshi could only reply with a smile. “Thank you.”
He glanced at your name tag but was disappointed. The name
on it was different from the one written on his palm. For some reason the
thought crushed him. As though all his childhood dreams had been dashed in that
one split second. It left him bitterly disappointed.
You left and started to mop the floor again, humming the
same song he had caught you singing the moment he came through the door. His
eyes never left you as he finished his cup, all his senses tuned to everything
about you for some reason. By the time he had finished his milk he felt all the
dirt and filth that had left him feeling so cold just a few moments ago slip away from him like a discarded coat. For some insane reason, it made him feel innocent again. And he owed it all to you. Before
he left he set down a sizeable tip underneath the cup and left the café so
silently you didn’t even see him go.
Sadly he thought he would never come back again. There was no real reason for him to do so…
But he couldn’t bring himself to forget you and that song you’ve
been singing though he avoided your café for a long time since then. The fact
that he couldn’t forget your face or your voice made him angry and frustrated beyond belief. Thoughts of you followed him even in his waking
hours. He could even hear that song you’ve been singing over and over in his
head as he fought his battles. It was as though by hearing the melody he could
join you in that mysterious dream you were smiling about the day he saw you. It left him with a longing to be a part of that city made of wind floating beyond time…
The thought of obsessing about such details over a person he
was not even meant to be with terrified, angered and intrigued him. So much so
that he couldn’t concentrate on anything else. It had gotten so bad he got
himself wounded on a mission. It was then that he finally gave up and decided
to see you again.
You whom he wanted even though he did not bear your name on his skin…
He came to the coffee shop at the exact time he had the
first time he came there. Opening the door and the feeling of warmth had the same effect on him as the first time he had stepped foot inside the shop. The smile that lit up your face at the sight of him
made his heart stutter. And then his feelings made him wonder why
he was doing this to himself.
“Hi! I’ve been wondering where you’ve been.” You greeted him
with such joy his chest again ached with regret.
Why…? Why do you have a
different name? Did God make a mistake? Why can’t it be you…?
“Sorry, I’ve been busy.” was all he could reply with a smile
as he made his way over towards the seat he had claimed that first night.
“You’re on the closing shift again?”
“Well…” you blushed a bit and winced. “I asked to be in this
shift. I seem to meet all sorts of interesting people at this hour.”
Whoa wait. Was she talking about another man? Who is it?! He felt a void growing inside him at the thought as well as envy. It didn’t seem fair that you would have such feelings for someone else when you’ve driven him half mad with only memories of you.
“For example the other night?” you continued on obliviously.
“The singer who sang that song I’ve been playing the night we met came in. I
asked her for her autograph and a photo. It’s on my Instagram! Can you believe
“Oh…” he replied almost faintly. “So… it’s not another guy?”
“Eh? What other guy?” you cocked your head to the side in
confusion before brightening again. “Can you wait a bit? I’ll get you your
Takeshi had to laugh with relief. What in the world was he thinking? What in the world was he
getting jealous for? He hardly even knew you. You weren’t even his intended
He had no right to you…
When you came back with his cup of milk Takeshi started to
look up to thank you once more but stopped short when he caught a glimpse of your name tag again.
The name on it was different.
Takeshi forgot himself so badly that his hand grasped your
arm before he could even think about it. His eyes lost all softness replaced
with such sharpness it reminded you of a blade.
“Uh? What? What is it?” was all you could stutter.
“Your name…” he started breathlessly as he continued to
stare at your name tag. “What happened to your name?!”
“Oh this?” you asked as you blinked in confusion. “My friend
who works the dayshift played a prank on me that day and took my name tag so I
had no choice but to wear hers. My boss and our regulars kept having fun and
called me by her name all day long,
it was humiliating.”
The realization melted the shock off Takeshi’s face little
by little it almost looked as though his face were melting before it broke off
into a laugh that came from the bottom of his heart. He surprised you further
by gathering you up in his arms tightly.
“A name…” he pleaded in your ear as the hand that held the same word as your present name tag grasped you tighter against him. “Tell me you have my name on you…”
Your heart jumped in your chest as realization set in. You
had suspected it from the start but you denied it, thinking it was only
a coincidence. But now… You pulled away just enough to show him his name
engraved on the meat of your left palm and held onto his own left hand.
Takeshi had never known such peace could ever exist in his
“I was afraid…” you whispered brokenly against
his lips when he finally kissed you. “I was so afraid it wasn’t going to be you…”
I actually made a bunch of doodles a while back in relevance to the idea and never posted them.
For those of you who did not see the post, welcome to Nopes and Jokes: A Recipe for Catastrophe with Sonic the Hedgehog and Bill Cipher HD for Xbox One.
Or just Nopes and Jokes.
It’s a parody of Nerd and Jock. Or rather, it’s Nerd and Jock, except everyone is in character (and Cross is still in his canon state for some reason and significantly more insane). So I guess it’s not really a parody. But since it’s organized by me, that kind of makes it a parody by default, so maybe it is.
hi!!! I have a prompt!! Can you do one where betty is about to tell the rest of the gang that she and jug are dating, but jug freaks out and pulls her away to like a broom closet, and then Veronica and Kevin catch them kissing in it? (or something like that) and could you do it in Jugs POV??? THANK YOU!!!! I love your writing :)
Thank you for the prompt, m'dear! It’s been so long since I wrote first person I hope I did Jughead justice!
(Can’t format this the way I want cus I’m writing this on my iPad in the bath of the hotel room I’m staying in lol. Best way to write in my opinion)
It wasn’t a big deal, I knew that. Archie had already confronted me about something going on with Betty. My heart had dropped to my boots at his question, trailing off because he didn’t quite know how to ask if such a thing could even happen. I understood, I didn’t want to admit it but even I shook with disbelief at the idea of Betty Cooper kissing me back, pressing her hand almost too softly against my neck - it sounded like something that only happened in movies. I didn’t realise I’d been so obvious about my feelings towards her, the tiniest iota of reciprocation from her plush pink lips breaking a dam within me, one that had been threatening to fail for years.
“We may have had a moment,” I told him hesitantly, feeling my face arrange itself into a grimace as I watched his reaction closely. His face was too still for comfort.
“Nah, it’s cool…” My eyes narrowed. I’d known Archie Andrews almost all his life, and right now he was in no way ‘cool’. I nodded regardless, wanting to shift the topic as soon as possible.
Never in my wildest dreams would I have even dared to imagine a universe in which Betty Cooper returned my feelings. What I knew, but was terrified to admit, was that the things I felt for this timeless Hitchcock blonde went beyond anything I deemed a teenage boy capable to feel. But this wasn’t a high school rom-com and Elizabeth Cooper was so much more than the longed-after love interest. She was versatile and stable, classic yet corrupt. A Jane, a Grace, a Marilyn… a Harley. She was an expect and lingering on the sidelines all while pretending to be on centre stage.
But what did I know, Betty Cooper had been the main character in the production that is my life for longer than I could remember, before even I knew the plot points. Never was I more grateful for the invention of the red herrings that were Betty’s feelings for the red headed boy.
Every time she caught my eye in the hallway, sending me the shyest sly smile, I felt the sound die away around us, edges blurring in a vignette until we were all that was left. She could have stepped out of a black and white movie but I’d be forever grateful I got to see her in technicolor. The sunshine gold of her hair, the ever changing green of her eyes, the way the pink of her favourite sweater matched the blossoming blush across her cheeks every time I dared to dance my fingertips across her peaches and cream skin. And never was I more thankful that I got to live offscreen, feel her warmth as she held me against her, ever the consoler. That I didn’t just have to imagine that she smelt of bubblegum and strawberry milkshakes, but I could breathe her in like oxygen when she let me press my insatiable mouth against her neck, fluttering pulse point so very real against my lips.
But the camera angle has to widen eventually as the meet cute trips into developing storyline.
“C'mon, Juggie, they all basically know now anyway,” she told me, gripping on to the crook of my arm as she walked us towards the common room. “It seems neither of us are as good at keeping secrets as we’d like to think,” she finished, rolling her eyes before staring up at me, unblinking and wide-eyed. I tried to keep my breath steady.
“Well I don’t know about you but I was perfectly fine at it before you came along,” I teased her, gazing down at her with a small smile. She grinned and bit her lip, sending my heart into overdrive. “Let’s do it then.”
Archie, Veronica and Kevin were sat in their usual spot on the couches talking amongst themselves. Archie nodding absentmindedly, pretending to listen to Veronica as he tuned his guitar, Kevin leaning forward in shock-horror as the girl described the moment she caught her heel on a dip in the pavement and snapped it clean off.
“Those were my favourites too, this town basically owes me,” she grumbled, the humour evident in her tone. Betty kept me tight against her side as she waited for a lull in the conversation to start her speech. My palms turned sweaty.
“Um, guys…” she started quietly. Despite her tone it was like a shot rang out into the crowd, three pairs of eyes turned to us instantly. “Jughead and I just wanted to tell you-” I could feel each gaze, like they were watching the tape before the final cut.
“That we’ve got a lot to do for the next issue of The Blue and Gold and probably won’t be around much this week,” I cut her off, words out of my mouth before I could even register what I was saying. I caught the start of the confused look Veronica shot Betty before turning and booking it out of the room.
I was halfway to the office before she caught up with me.
“Juggie! Where are you going, what’s wrong, what-” I glanced around before pulling her into the closet to our left. “Jughead, talk to me!” Betty’s eye were turned down at the corners and a physical pain tore its way through my chest at the thought of taking an ounce of happiness away from her. I took a shaky breath, trying to order my thoughts, unable to meet her penetrating gaze.
“I’m sorry, Betts, I just… I’m scared, I guess.” I could feel the embarrassment heating up my cheeks in betrayal. She blanched.
“Of what? Me? Am I not-” Her eyes misted over as I watched her mind flick into overdrive in her eyes. My throat closed at what she thought. I never wanted to make her feel like she wasn’t good enough, not desirable enough. My hands went gingerly to her waist, clutching desperately when she didn’t push me away.
“No! No, Betty you’re so wonderful. I couldn’t dream of anyone more kind and caring and compassionate as you. I… I want the whole world to know just how amazing you are and that out of everyone in the world you could possibly have for some insane reason you chose me,” I told her in a crazed whisper, eyes pleading with her to understand.
“What we have… I didn’t think it existed, not really. But this, it’s ours and I’m just worried that if we tell people something change, someone would… make you see just how wrong I am for you and I don’t think I could take that, Betty,” I finished in a whisper, my voice barely audible as I blinked away tears. She could tear down my walls with one look and it terrified me. Exhilarated me. Suddenly her hands were cradling my cheeks, pulling my face impossibly close to hers.
“You listen to me, Jughead Jones. You are the one that is wonderful and caring and compassionate. The way you have dealt with everything life has thrown at you continues to, and will never not, astound me. And then when you’re with me you’re just you I feel privileged to be the one you share that with.” She paused, her voice choked slightly. My heart ached. “And no one will ever take you away from me,” she ground out, words forceful as a fire blazed behind her eyes.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I lunged forward, capturing her lips with mine in a frenzy. She tasted better than I remembered, even. Our tongues fought in a newfound battle for dominance, surprising us both, but I was putty in her hands as she took my tongue between her full, swollen lips and sucked gently. I let out a low groan, pulling her impossibly close, unable to handle an inch of space between us. My hand slipped beneath her sweater, desperate as a man drowning to feel her skin against mine, to quench the fire growing deep in the pit of my stomach. She hitched her thigh against my hip and my legs almost gave out.
The click of the door latch tore us apart, chests heaving and eyes glazed with lust.
“See, I told you, Kev. Everything’s fine,” Veronica smirked while Kevin just stood with his mouth hanging wide. “P.S. guys, if you’re gonna go full on cliche and get hot and heavy in the janitors closet, you might wanna try making a little less noise,” she quipped with a menacing grin. My eyes shot to Betty’s, her red face looking, I assumed, exactly like my own. We held eye contact for a while before I watched her face crack, doubling over in hysterical laughter. I stared at her in amazement before being unable to follow suit. Veronica was right, I thought as I looked at the joyous wonder in front of me, everything was fine.
i know i already requested one but if requesting a second one is ok could you like do 51 with self hatred filled lance who wont accept an i love you from reader even though he feels the same. i just (clenches fist) love to cry over lance
this took a long time to finish but I was waiting until I was in my feels n such so I could put all my emotions into it lol. But here you are! do enjoy:)!
Confessing how you felt toward Lance was much harder than intended.
“What?” He stared at you, eyes widening, arms uncrossing and falling to his sides.
“Oh gosh, you don’t even like me back this is so awkward I’m so sorry, I-”
“Why what?” You blinked, utterly confused. What did he mean?
“Why do you like me?”
“You shouldn’t, Y/n. I’m nothing like what you deserve. I’m boring, loud, annoying. I try to do more for the team but they push me back because they think I won’t be able to do it, yeah they never say that but that’s only because they would never admit it to my face. I try to realize that maybe people do care for me but my mind always tells me otherwise. I’m worthless and a huge disappointment and I can never do anything right. So I don’t know what would make you think I can get a relationship right!”
“Lance…” you were completely speechless, Lance had totally surpassed sadness. He didn’t shed a single tear because he had run out from crying so much in the past. He’s so casually confessing how he feels to you because he’s so used to telling himself this. It’s become the norm, him, weighing himself down with buckets and troughs of sadness and anxiety and a feeling of uncertainty and unworthiness. He lost himself.
“What, Y/n? What? What’re you gonna say? ‘Oh Lance you know that’s not true, you’re so much better than that, blah blah blah!’ and then go and give me some half-ass reason as to why?!” He laughed, becoming insanely passive-aggressive. Everything about his tone was different. This was a different Lance.
You listened to him, and you heard him. You heard everything he was saying and you worked through it in your brain and you completely understood. Yeah, maybe you didn’t understand to the extent that he did, but you’ve had bursts of this feeling before. Everybody has.
“Listen, okay? You deserve better than me,” your heart snapped; he’s wrong.
“You deserve someone who learned to love themselves so that they have all the time in the world to focus on you and only you and won’t bring you down with the way they feel. You deserve someone who can actually get things done and do everything right; oh, like Keith! Or Shiro, or Pidge, or Hunk! Yeah, one of them, ‘cause it seems everyone has something but me.”
The end of his speech left your head to flop, to stare at your shoes as you held in a tear, taking a large breath of confinement into you.
“But, but Lance. I don’t want them, I want you. That’s the thing, I don’t care what your feelings do to me. You can beat at me and prod at me with the words you say to yourself but I will forever stick by you, okay? You’re perfect exactly the way you are and do not tell me otherwise. You’re handsome, and beautiful, and you’re you. You do things right all the time but you fail to truly notice because you always focus on the bad. Lance; I love you, I have ever since we met and I always will. Okay?”
By the time you were done, Lance had tears streaming from his eyes as he boggled at you. Vision blurred; yet there you were, telling him how you feel and giving him your honest opinion on him and it damn well was honest. You loved him.
He was hesitant on actually saying it out loud, though. He may love you but he needs to grow and love himself. And that’s something you are in his life to help with. So that he’s no longer alone and hiding from the truth about himself.
And he kissed you, reached toward you and grabbed your cheeks and pulled you to him. A bit too quickly but that didn’t matter.
TWILIGHT ZONE (an slbp fic featuring the convulated inner workings of the tortured mind of Fuma Kotaro.)
(A COMPANION FICLET TO THE FUMA KOTARO FICLET BY @jemchew IT STARTED OUT AS A LETTER OF PRAISE , EVOLVED INTO SOMETHING ELSE AND TOOK A LIFE OF ITS’ OWN.)
(SETTING: Fuma Kotaro is about to meet his end by the hand of Saizo when an unexpected party intervenes. This ficlet is a meagre attempt to capture the few moments encompessing this incident. Based on the Fuma Kotaro Ninja ES)
One word I said
It came out as a breath, gushing from my mouth, formed between two lungs like a parayer, sighed out in relief, In worship, In dispair.
A multitude of conflicting emotions. A cesspool of swirling indecision.As always I am a mess, a disgrace.
Stars collide,planets spin off kilter ,a supernova prepares to meet its’ incendiary demise and I wait for the inevitable to come to pass.
I gaze worshipully at the grim beauty of my beloved, the Prince of Darkness, the Grim reaper. Aaah! What wonderful luck!! The ruler of Tartarus has come to usher me to the underworld himself. I sigh like a love lorn damsel, enchanted by his ruby red gaze. Dull embers burn in his eyes, glimmering with blood lust . It cuts me to ribbons and i shudder in ecstacy. Once again i stand enraptured by his sweet cruelty.
My dark prince encompasses the entire world for me. The sum total of the void i wished to exist in.i bow my head in submission to my beloved, offering my neck to his blade.my heart rejoices in the knowledge that this filthy existence would meet it’s end by his blessed bloody hand.
No dawn no day , no dusk no night, i am always in this twilight , a cursed creature of the twilight zone.
I exist in a greyscale, neither black nor white. Light or dark, no one claims me as it’s own. Am i forever doomed to be but a shade? An orphan of the shadows.
I wish to join my beloved in eternal darkness. Oh how presumptious for a pitiful creature Iike me!! I wonder at my own boldness. I wish to be a son of Nyx- the eternal goddess of perpetual and frightening night. And here to usher me to Tartarus is my own Demos.
Such mysterious beauty my beloved has. He holds me spell bound in his dark majesty. The grim reaper. The eternal black hole at the centre of my universe. Absorbing all light. Casting no shadows. Drawing all who pass him into his orbit of destruction . I too wish to collapse into him . Be one with him.
A treacherous thought whispers through my mind, echoing with doubt, telling me that this incessant desire to die by my beloveds’ hand is infact a glorified plea for release, not a wish to achieve nirvana as i claim. A release From this mortal body that binds me to this plain of existence.
I wish to simply sieze existing.
I wish to Erase all evidence of the filth that i am.
A waste of space. An afterthought of someone’s half formed wish come into unwanted existence.
Then! Oh maybe then! Just maybe! These blood curdling screams might stop. This constant throbbing pain in my head might end. It’s like a volcano erupting in my skull, spewing poisonous lava and sulphurous gases, making it so hard….oh so hard to breath. Mocking voices cutting through me like molten lead poured into my ears; Telling me of my worthlessness, urging me to kill, to make myself worth existing . It gets better when the blood flows through my hands, when i feel a life slip by , it gets better for a while. Just a little while.
I am Hateful Unwanted Unacceptable. Won’t darkness personified accept me? I am a ninja doomed to be unaccepted by my own. Forever an outsider.
my soul calls out to my prince to end this now. I can take no more. In the final hours of my existence i am grateful to meet my end by the grim reaper himself. Finally accepted, embraced into the blessed cold arms of the dark. A sinner like me, who has no chance of forgiveness or retribution. Will i no longer be in twilight? I relax myself , take a deep breath and feel myself drowning. My lungs begin to fill with salt water, the voices a painful memory of the past, the pain about to end . The orchestra of my life reaches its truimphant mournful peak.
I hear a distant voice, stopping my execution, pleading for my life.i remember whom it belongs to. Its a glimmering memory in the grey of my existence, so vivid, so bright; yet strangely distant. A memory made in another life time, or a few moments of existence taken from someone else’s life, loaned memories of respite.
Memories made In another chasm of space, a separate dimension of time.
Memories made with the creature of light i had taken to haunt recently. Like a moth drawn to a flame i was pulled in by her strange gravity. Spurred by her kindness i stalked her.trying to puzzle out why she would be kind to filth like me.
I am not meant to be near a creature of light. So pure, so perfect. I will be exorcised in the presence of her grace.Will i burn and turn into ashes under her incandescent gaze? I cannot help but wonder.
I never knew day light could be so violent. Eviscerating. Incendiary. Luminiscent.
No dawn no day i am a creature of twilight. With nowhere to escape.
Saizos’ blade is stopped by my Goddess.My prince , my saviour, why won’t you put an end to my pain? this constant blood letting is in vain.My pleas for mercy reach a grotesque height. Why would your hand be stayed by a creature of the light? By this goddess who barely knows me?
I attempt to hide myself within myself.i curl around my body like a wounded animal. Sorry attempts at making myself invisible.
My prince and my goddess pull me in seperate directions.where should i go? Why do i suddenly wish to exist in light?
I scream and i scream and then i scream some more, till i have nothing left in me anymore. Still i scream hoarsely writhing in pain.
When i come to, I am being held in her arms, cradled by her gentle embrace. The world lurches spinning out of control. Galaxies collide . Supernovas die and my soul is set on fire that cannot be seen by any mortal eye. Gentle fingers card through my hair, setting my head ablaze. Sweet voice cooing at me, i anticipate molten lead. What fresh dimension of hell will i be introduced to now?
From deep within the recesses of my mind a cruel memory mocks me…
my beloved son
and then eviscerated me with her whip
because I love you
Kill or you are worth nothing.
She hit me and told me i was loved.
It was ultraviolence.
It was the only love i knew.
I stiffle my sobs by biting my lips so hard they bleed. Gingerly, i taste the rusted iron running in my veins . Not you, not you too…my gentle goddess. I start rocking and repeating to myself like a sacred mantra, my lifeline keeping me from my descent into utter insanity. Not you too. I prayed desperately, urgently . For some reason I do not want her to hate me or hit me.
I wait for the whip that never hits me. I squeeze my eyes hard ,desperately trying to keep the tears from spilling out.
Pitiful,pitiable ,ugly what a filthy dog i am, not fit to sully my prince or goddess.
My body is wrecked by my ugly shuddering sobs.I squeeze my eyes harder and wait for the slap that never hits my cheek.
She is Celine the goddess of moonlight so calm and peaceful. Blessed by Iris the goddess of dawn, harbinger of truth and beauty . Her gentle light envelops me.
I never knew day light could bring so much peace.
A gentle kiss falls on my brow .
I open my eyes to her incendiary luminiscence, half afraid of being blinded.
One word she says
One word only
My whole world stills
Hi! ^_^ I was wondering you could 19 and 6 with Lafayette as smut! Thank you!
Hi, Love! Ooo, Yes!! Love my Laf ♡ (T/W: Smut)
You laid next to your fiancé. The two of you had agreed to take a nap, since work was driving you both insane. For some reason you just couldn’t fall asleep. You turned onto your side, rubbing your leg up his and pressing a kiss to his next.
“Mon chéri, we just laid down,” he laughed a little.
“I know, but I can’t sleep…” you whined, rubbing your had across his abs delicately.
The room was quiet and you trailed your hand across his torso, sensually pushing your chest into his side as you swung a leg across his waist. He cleared his throat a little. It wasn’t your fault he was so damn attractive and you couldn’t sleep. You heard him sigh.
“Well, if you can’t sleep…we could have sex.” he slowly grazed his fingers up and down the side of your arm.
You smiled up at him, before completely straddling him. His hands came around you, holding you against him as he sat up. He slid your shirt off quickly followed by your bra. Once you were exposed to him, he began kissing your skin. You ground your hips down against him as his lips closed around your breast. Tossing your head back you moaned a little, your arms rested on top of his shoulders, one hand tangling in his hair. He kissed up to your collarbone, and the base of your neck. You dipped your head to capture his lips, he slowly laid back down, bringing you with him. His strong arms held you around the waist.
He gently bucked his hips up against yours as you pushed down against his, creating more friction between your hips. He reached down and helped you remove your shorts. He was soon to follow by pushing off his jeans and kicking them to the side. You could now prominently feel his length against you as you rocked your hips against him. His hands ran up and down your sides as you nipped at his neck, sweetly sucking at his skin. You decided you wanted more and quickly removed your panties and pulling down his boxers just enough to reveal his hard cock. You centered with him and slid yourself onto him, resting your hands on his chest.
“Fuck-” you whispered, dropping your head a little, adjusting to his size.
When you felt ready you began bouncing a little, his hands rested on your thighs, fingertips pressing into your skin. You ground your hips down when you came down on him, evoking a low moan from Laf. You slid your hands up his chest as you rested yours against his. His hands came to your hips, pushing you down against him as he began thrusting into you. You dropped your jaw a little at the sudden feeling. Your motions were in perfect sync, giving both of you the pleasure you desired. Suddenly, you felt a sharp sting…
“Did you just slap my ass?” You asked on a breathy voice.
“Oui,” he answered, squeezing your ass.
“Do it again,” you whined.
As he did what you said, your lips kissed along his collar bone, moaning his name in between kisses. His thrusts became harder and you sat your self back up, feeling him hit deep inside you. You reached a hand up to tangle in your hair as the other rested on your chest, gently squeezing. You looked absolutely perfect to him. Bouncing your hips against his you soon gasped, feeling a heat rise to your core. Biting your lip, you tried to repress it, but simply couldn’t with the way his hips slammed against you.
“Laf-” you whined.
His fingertips tightened on your hips coaxing you to keep in rhythm with him as you began to feel your orgasm coming on. Parting your lips a little and closing your eyes you felt a beautiful sensation wash over your entire body. Dropping yourself back against his chest, you moaned his name squeezing his biceps. He felt you tighten around him, bringing him closer to his orgasm. You continued riding him throughout your orgasm. Desperately saying his name while bouncing on his cock brought him over the edge. He cursed in French as you felt him release inside you. When you both caught your breath, you got off him, returning to his side.