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faulty-writes · 2 years ago

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[ So, I saw this picture and I instantly thought of a one-shot I could write. So this is my contribution to the fanfiction world for the holiday season. So let us all rejoice at the holiday miracle that is me publishing this before December 25th. ]

[ You knew Tenya had a knack for getting into the perfect mindset of characters, but when he decided to dress up as Santa in hopes to enlighten Eri's holiday season and your classmates insist you be the one to sit on his lap to show her he isn't scary, you make the mistake of telling him what you truly want for a gift this year. Can he grant your wish, or will this season turn sour? ]

“Um, Iida are you sure this is a good idea?” Izuku questioned with a pointed finger while Uraraka covered her mouth to suppress her giggles. “Why of course!” he replied, holding out one of his gloved hands before chopping it furiously through the air.

“As heroes, it is our responsibility to ensure that Eri experiences the holiday season accordingly, this includes the traditions that have been associated with it!” he said, hearing Izuku’s nervous chuckle in response. “Uh, r-right. But um…a-are you sure she’ll be okay with…” he paused, scanning Tenya’s outfit.

He was wearing a red hat that had white trim around the bottom of it and a small exhaust pipe made up the end tip of the tail. In addition, he had fake eyebrows that looked bushy and matched with the equally as bushy fake beard he was wearing which concealed the bottom half of his face.

The rest of his outfit consisted of a red pullover jacket that was trimmed with white fur on the ends of the sleeves and a trail of it going down the center. The trail of fur was lined with several black buttons, and he was wearing matching red pants with black boots.

“I’m most certain she’ll enjoy learning about the childhood fable of Santa Claus and what better way to execute it than through demonstration!” he announced, curling his hands in front of himself and swaying his hips back and forth.

Uraraka snickered and laid her hand on Izuku’s shoulder. “I-Iida sure d-does look f-f-funny!” she hollered out, causing the green-haired boy to panic. “Pardon!?” Tenya replied, once again chopping his hand through the air while Izuku looked between the two of them nervously.

Tenya was a sight to see on a normal day and was slightly overkilling it now. Then again, it was sweet to know he cared so much about making Eri’s holiday season magical. But you didn’t get much time to continue to admire his costume because Eijirou shouted, “Here she comes!” from his position at the front door.

Tenya had requested he inform everyone of when Eri arrived so he could properly execute his plan. He frantically waved his arms about before pressing a finger to his lips to signal Uraraka to stop laughing, but she seemed to be having trouble.

“Um…” you walked over, knowing that getting a lecture from the class president wasn’t exactly the best experience even though your heart sped up whenever you were around him even in the ridiculous outfit he was currently wearing.

“Oh hi, Y/n,” Izuku said shyly as you approached and grabbed Uraraka’s arm. “Hi, Midoriya,” you greeted with a friendly wave. “I’ll just take Ochako,” you guided her away from the two boys just in time for the front doors to open.

There stood Eri, who was wearing a holiday-themed dress and a pink colored Santa hat. “Uh…” she glanced around nervously before looking at Shota who had accompanied her. Apart from the Santa hat, he too was wearing, he didn’t look all that happy.

You knew this was normal, but the man could at least crack a smile. After all, it was the glorious holiday season. But maybe Mr. Aizawa just viewed things as being bleak no matter what time of year. Regardless, he stepped through the door and glanced around as if making sure you were all behaving.

Then he leaned back and asked, “Where’s this surprise?” before sighing. “Oh, Iida has something special planned for Eri!” Ashido spoke up with a smile, as she was one of the few that weren’t afraid to directly address your teacher. Shota blinked in response and looked around.

“And where is he?” a loud and slightly obnoxious “Ho, ho, ho!” echoed through the room, making Shota raise his eyebrow. “Mm…” Eri subconsciously stepped closer to Mr. Aizawa and grasped onto his pant leg. His response to this was leaning down to pick her up, believing she’d be more comfortable in his arms.

He sighed again as Tenya walked over, dressed as Santa Claus, nonetheless. Then again, one of Tenya’s strengths was being able to adapt to the mindset of a certain character when needed and he did it in an almost flawless manner which would be useful if he were to ever go undercover during his hero career.

“Hello!” he said in a deep and over-exaggerated voice, “My name is Santa Claus, it’s quite a pleasure to meet you Eri!” he announced while chopping his hands through the air rapidly. Eri tightened her grip on Mr. Aizawa obviously frightened by this strange new person in front of her.

“It’s okay!” Ashido said, stepping in front of Tenya. “Santa isn’t scary! In fact, he’s here because he wants to know what kind of gift you want this year!” she explained quickly and Eri frowned. “G-gift?” she repeated, watching the pink-haired girl nod.

Shota shrugged and lowered her back onto the floor as Ashido continued to speak. “Mmhm, that’s right. You’ve been such a good girl this year, you get to ask Santa for one thing you really want, and he must give it to you!” Eri’s eyes lit up and she clasped her hands together.

“Really?” she asked. “Yup, but you have to sit on his lap and whisper what you want into his ear,” she explained before holding out her hand. “We’ll go see him together!” she offered, and Tenya took this as his cue to go sit in one of the living room chairs.

Eri looked at the offered hand with uncertainty before glancing up at Shota who simply nodded. She latched onto her lip and nervously looked back at Ashido, “O-okay,” she replied before grabbing her hand. You smiled and waved at Eri as she walked by you and Uraraka who pulled on the sleeve of your shirt seconds later.

“What?” you said jerking your arm away from her. “Why don’t we follow? I need to get another good look at Iida in that outfit,” she said with a cheerful giggle, and you raised your eyebrow. You were unsure how Eri would feel if she had too many people watching her try to interact with Santa.

“Mm…” you chewed on your bottom lip, thinking it over before turning to Uraraka and nodding. “Great, let’s go!” she replied, reaching down to grab your hand. She dragged you to the living room and stood just a little way away from Ashido and Eri.

“See?” the pink-haired girl said before crouching down and placing her hands on the little girl’s shoulders. “This is Santa!” she said with a smile, although Eri's face was twisted in slight horror at the sight of him and she flinched when he leaned down and exclaimed, “Ho, ho, ho!”

“Eri! I’ve heard you’ve been quite the good girl this year!” her bottom lip trembled, and her eyes misted over. “Huh?” Ashido blinked as the little girl proceeded to hide behind her. “Wait, there’s nothing to be afraid of! Um…” she glanced around, and low and behold her eyes landed on you.

“Y/n!” she shouted, pointing her finger, and making you jump out of your skin. “What?!” you responded frantically, failing to notice that you had latched onto Uraraka in the process of being scared. “Oh oops,” you said, giving an awkward chuckle as you released her.

“Heh, sorry about that,” you rubbed the back of your head with the slightest flush. However, before she could respond Ashido walked over and grabbed your arm, dragging you away. “Hey!” you cried out only to be silenced when she shoved her finger in your face.

“Shhh!” she demanded before gesturing her head toward Eri who still looked frightened, and Tenya shifted in his seat awkwardly waiting for something to happen. “Show Eri that Iida, I mean Santa isn’t scary!” she demanded, now pointing her finger at him.

You slumped your shoulders, looking at her with wide eyes and a distorted expression. “Uh…what?” she huffed and stiffened her posture before walking behind you and grabbing your shoulders. “Come on! Do it for Eri!” she said, beginning to push you closer and closer to Tenya despite you digging your feet into the floor.

“Just sit on his lap and tell him what you want! It’ll be just like when you were a kid,” she said with a smirk, and you frantically shook your head. Sure, you might have sat on Santa’s lap when you were a kid. You honestly couldn’t remember, but this was entirely different.

This Santa was someone you happened to have feelings for, the person that made your heart accelerate and butterflies grow in your stomach whenever he looked at you. “W-well I…t-the thing is-” before you could finish, you were startled by the sound of Tenya laughing and turned to look at him.

“I’m quite sure I have the appropriate amount of time to listen to what you would like to receive as a gift as well!” he exclaimed, and you narrowed your eyes. How was he okay with this or was he just too far gone in his portrayal of Santa to realize how weird this was?

“I’ve heard you’ve been quite the good hero this year!” Well...that answers that. The corner of your mouth curled and despite the awkwardness beginning to consume your very soul, you were partly thankful no one had commented on your reddened cheeks.

Were you really this embarrassed at the idea of sitting on Tenya’s lap? Then again, knowing that some of your classmates were going to witness this ordeal made it that much more embarrassing. “Um…” leaning back, you uncomfortably shifted on your feet.

“C-can’t someone else-” you let out a yelp when Ashido proceeded to punch you in the back. “Come on! It’ll be fun telling Santa what you want,” you growled and turned around. “I swear to-” you were interrupted when Eijirou came over and laid his hand on your shoulder.

“Of course, Y/n will sit on Santa’s lap!” he said before turning to Eri with a smile, despite his teeth being a slightly frightening sight to her. “Then you can! Don’t worry, if he tries anything you’re surrounded by heroes so it should be easy breezy lemon squeezy!” he declared with a chuckle.

You’d try to hit him, but it was the holiday, and considering his skin could harden it would probably be pointless to try and inflict pain on him. You tilted your head back, sighing loudly. “Ahhhh, fine!” you exclaimed before crossing your arms and shyly looking away.

“I’ll…I’ll do it...” you muttered and Eijirou smirked, “That’s the spirit, go get’em!” he said before pushing you toward Tenya. Ashido smiled and looked at Eri. “See? Just watch how Y/n interacts with Santa!” she said and Eri nodded in response before looking at you and Eijirou.

“Ah hey! Okay, okay!” you replied, wiggling your body this way and that to get his hands off you. Then you looked at Tenya, feeling slightly pathetic because of the way your heart raced. “Um…so yeah uh…” you rubbed the back of your head. “Come closer young one! Do not be afraid!” Tenya replied, and you almost rolled your eyes.

That Santa voice of his was going to get old quick. “Um…” you glanced away, feeling your friend's and Eri's stares beginning to burn a hole through you. Sighing, you stepped closer and watched as Tenya gestured to his lap to signal you to sit down, but you hesitated.

“Come now!” he said before leaning closer and pressing his hand to the side of his mouth despite the beard making it a little difficult. “This is a required demonstration for Eri, I advise you to perform it accordingly,” he whispered before leaning back.

You frowned and balled your hands into tight fists, “Fine!” you replied before awkwardly sitting on his lap. Those butterflies began to twist knots in your stomach, and you tried to ignore the fact that your cheeks were now as red as the suit he wore.

You could feel the way he shifted his legs, trying to adjust to your weight which caused you to wrap your arms around him out of instinct considering you didn’t want to fall. You gasped and felt tingles course through your body when his hand came to rest on the small of your back.

“Uh, I-Iida,” you said, but he was too far gone and tilted his head back, giving another obnoxious laugh. “Hello, Y/n! What would you like to request this year? Please do not hesitate to whisper it into Santa’s ear to ensure it remains a secret!” your eyebrow twitched, and you were tempted to get up and leave.

Then again, you didn’t want to ruin Eri’s holiday. “Um, well I…” you paused, what did you want? Not much. In fact, there was only one thing you thought you wanted, and Tenya was the only one that could give it to you.

Of course, you couldn’t directly say you wanted this thing from him. So instead, with some courage, you leaned forward and hovered your lips next to his ear only to hesitate like earlier. You heard Tenya mumble a soft, “Hm?” and took a deep breath, it was now or never.

“I want a kiss from…t-the boy I like,” you almost immediately felt his body stiffen in response. He found himself speechless at your request or rather confession. He blinked a few times before clearing his throat, “I…S-Santa will try his best, but now I believe it is Eri’s turn!” he said, trying to usher you off his lap.

“Oh um…” you went to move, but Ashido grabbed your shoulder. “Wait you forgot to take a picture with Iid-Santa!” she said, but you were feeling too embarrassed now to even care about something like taking a picture.

“Mina, I really need to go…” you said, prying her hand off your shoulder. “Huh?” She looked surprised but allowed you to slide off Tenya’s lap. “Hey, is everything alright?” Eijirou asked as you passed him with your face covered, intent on running to the safety of your room.

Shota was watching your interaction with Tenya from his position near the front entrance. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. “Mm…” he mumbled before kicking off the wall and walking after you.

“Keep watching Eri,” he instructed as he passed Eijirou and continued into the hallway. ‘What was I even thinking!?’ you frantically screamed inside your head, running down the hallway with your hands pressed firmly to the sides of your cheeks which felt as if they were set ablaze.

‘I’m so stupid! Who asks for a kiss as a gift!?’ you let out a soft whine when you reached your door and quickly entered your bedroom. You sighed, pressing your back against the door and your nails dug into the wood as your thoughts continued.

‘M-maybe I can just go back and tell him it was all a prank. Yeah, hey Iida wasn’t it funny what I said? I got you good, didn’t I?! Hah hah haaaaaah…I’m pathetic…’ you groaned and slumped against the door, wanting to slide all the way down to the floor, but a gentle knocking distracted you.

You froze and your eyes widened. Was Tenya at your door? No, that couldn’t possibly be. He was with Eri, or he should be? Well, either way, it would be rude not to answer. You drew your bottom lip into your mouth, sinking your teeth into it as you turned and nervously opened the door.

“Huh?” you blinked when you saw who was standing on the other side. “M-Mr. Aizawa?” you questioned, watching him close his eyes and nod in response. “Uh, what are-hey!” you frowned when he proceeded to walk into your room without permission.

Then again, he was your teacher, and he didn’t quite seem to follow the rules of proper manners. You rolled your eyes and decided to keep your door open but crossed your arms and turned to see him take a seat on your bed with the tips of his fingers pressed together and his elbows resting on his thighs.

“Uh…heh,” you looked confused before flashing him a smile. “I-is there something you need Mr. Aizawa, sir?” you asked, it was no surprise that many of your classmates were intimidated by this man, and it caused you anxiety thinking over all the possible reasons he might want to talk to you. Was it bad, good, or neither?!

“Calm down,” he said, making you jump in surprise. You glanced to the side, damn it…did he only say that because you looked frightened or something? “Uh…” you folded your hands in front of you, twiddling your thumbs together. “So…why are you here?” maybe if you were more direct, you’d get a clear answer.

He stared at you for a minute or two, making you more uncomfortable than you already were before lifting one hand in the air and motioning you over with his finger. You tilted your head to the side with your eyebrows knitted together but did as he asked.

“What happened?” he inquired once you were close enough and you trembled in response. “W-what happened with what? I d-don’t know-” you stumbled back when he stood up and leered down at you, even without his quirk activated those eyes of his were a frightening sight.

“Don’t say you don’t know,” he said flatly and while his words weren’t intimidating, they still made you feel small. You sighed and slumped your shoulders. “N-nothing happened I just-” he stepped forward, making you stumble back again.

“Y/n,” he said, and you could hear the annoyance in his voice. Throwing your head back, you groaned before stomping your foot. “I said something stupid, okay!?” you suddenly snapped before covering your mouth. “I-I’m sorry!” you did not want to risk igniting his wrath.

However, he seemed unphased by the way you snapped at him. “And what exactly was this stupid thing?” he questioned, crossing his arms. You frowned and slowly curled one hand into the front of your shirt, “I…uh…I’m not sure if I’m comfortable-” before you could finish, he interrupted you.

“What happened with Iida?” he asked bluntly and impatiently tapped his foot against the floor. Your heart accelerated at that moment, and you looked at him with flushed cheeks which you knew he noticed given the fact his eyes narrowed.

You sighed heavily and looked at the floor, even though it was rude to avoid eye contact when speaking to another individual. “Mm…” you groaned and placed your hand on the back of your head, rubbing it awkwardly as if that would help anything.

“I told him what I…w-wanted…that’s all,” you muttered under your breath, and cringed when Mr. Aizawa responded with a “What?” You whined before shouting, “Why are you so dense!?” Yes, you had forgotten that your door was open, and others could possibly hear you.

But considering everyone was in the living room, or was supposed to be, that was unlikely. He kept that same unhappy expression on his face as you continued to snap at him. “I told Iida that I wanted a kiss from the person I like, okay!?” You moved your hands rapidly through the air which ironically resembled Tenya.

“But that was-ah! B-because he’s the one I like and now I must live with the fact I told him that I wanted a kiss from the person I like when he’s the person I like, and I don’t know what to do now and-” you knew you were acting frantic and repeating yourself.

Your eyes watered over, and you quickly wiped them with the back of your hand believing that Mr. Aizawa wouldn't notice. However, they only watered over again. “I’m so stupid,” you whispered, looking away from him.

He suspected something had happened between the two of you given the way you dismissed yourself from the room, and while he knew the policy Yuuei had about dating and that heroes didn’t typically involve themselves in romance.

There wasn’t much one could do when it came to matters of the heart, except maybe break their own. “Well,” he said, dropping his arms. “I won’t stand in your way if you try to pursue him,” if it didn’t interfere with your hero studies, that is. You blinked, “Huh?” Was he being serious?

Before you could ask him anything, he brushed past you and toward your door. Laying one hand on the doorframe, he kept his back to you and said, “You shouldn’t be afraid to say how you feel about someone because it’s often said too late,” and although you couldn't see his pained expression, there was a certain burden to his words.

You knew nothing about Mr. Aizawa’s past nor the fact he was referring to a friend he lost when he was a student. “I…uh…” you shifted uncomfortably, wanting to ask if he was okay but he grabbed the handle of your door and shut it when he stepped out into the hallway, leaving you alone with your thoughts again.

You sighed and slumped your shoulders, maybe Mr. Aizawa was right. Even if you sort of made a fool out of yourself and possibly got rejected by Tenya, it was better to have at least faced your feelings head-on or face the consequences of having already attempted to confess your feelings? Jeez, this was complicated.

“Ahhh, but what am I going to do or say when I see him again!?” you exclaimed falling onto your bed and burying your face into your pillow. You needed some time to think this over, but at some point, in your thought process you ended up falling asleep and hours passed before you suddenly jolted awake.

“Hm?” you blinked, noticing that your room was now pitch black and everything was quiet. “What time is it?” you asked, yawning as you leaned over to look at the digital clock that sat on your nightstand. It was past curfew, which meant everyone was either sleeping or quietly watching movies in the living room.

“Hm…” you placed your hands over your stomach, feeling it rumble. ‘Guess I’m hungry,’ you thought before scooting to the edge of your bed. Bending one arm behind your head, you stretched the other toward the ceiling and cracked your back before opening your door and walking down the hallway.

However, you came to a stop when you reached the darkened living room and glanced at the tree that illuminated the room with different colored hues every few seconds. But that’s not what initially caught your eye, rather it was who was standing in front of the tree.

“Iida?” you asked, shyly approaching him with your hands folded behind your back. He turned around, and your heart skipped a beat when you noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses which made his gorgeous red eyes stand out even in the semi-dark room.

The blue and white striped pajama set he was currently wearing almost made you chuckle. He even had a matching sleeping cap with a white puff ball at the end of it. Somehow, he had to outdo himself even with sleeping wear.

“Oh, hello Y/n,” he said, concerned about why you were up and felt the urge to address the way you had acted earlier. But perhaps he should tackle one problem at a time, regardless of what had happened earlier, he was quite happy that he had positively impacted Eri’s holiday season.

“Do you require assistance? It’s damaging to one’s physical and mental health if they do not receive the required hours of sleep needed to function properly,” he explained, and the way you chuckled in response caused him to frown.

As class president, he was used to others laughing at his suggestions and continuing their rebellious ways even after he politely asked them to stop. But he had expected better behavior from you considering you weren't the type to act in such a disrespectful manner.

“I could say the same thing to you,” despite the fact your heart was racing, you were slightly thankful he couldn’t see your flushed face given his lack of glasses and the lack of light in the room. “Heh,” you flashed a smile, but it quickly faded.

“Uh…Iida…” ducking your head in shyness, you glanced to the side not exactly willing to speak your next words but if you wanted the awkward tension from earlier to disappear, you needed to address what had happened.

“Yes?” he replied, stepping closer to you which only caused your flush to deepen. “Um…so,” you looked at him nervously. “About earlier,” you said, feeling your chest grow heavy. “I didn’t mean to…uh, I’m sorry if…if I made you feel weird or awkward or-” you stopped speaking when he stepped even closer.

“Please do not apologize, I had not anticipated such a request. However,” he paused and the way he leered at you sent a shiver down your spine. “I believe it would be rather poor if a hero did not attempt to do what is possible within their power,” he stated before holding his hands out.

“May I?” he questioned, and you looked confused for a moment. “Uh, do you want me to?” you motioned with your hands, and he nodded. Another shiver ran down your spine when his fingers closed around the tops of your hands, and you dared to lock eyes with him despite the way your heart continued to race in your chest.

“I wish to grant your holiday request,” he said. “W-what!?” you exclaimed before rapidly shaking your head as butterflies exploded in your stomach. “Oh n-no, you d-don’t have to do that I-” he interrupted you, “Mr. Aizawa had spoken to me,” your expression changed to horror.

“H-h-he did what?” you asked in disbelief and Tenya took a deep breath, given that he didn’t exactly favor repeating himself. “I understand that perhaps your request was due to my failure as I did not realize you harbored feelings of affection for me,” you groaned.

‘I feel like killing that teacher now’ you thought bitterly, why did he even say that stuff about not standing in your way and confessing your feelings if he was just going to tell Tenya how you felt behind your back!? Well, maybe the fact he wanted to give you what you had asked for meant he felt the same way?

“I…” for a split second, you had thought about declining. After all, it was late, and you were hungry. Then again, you had dreamed of this moment for so long and it would be foolish to pass it up. You tightened your grip on his hands and with a soft sigh, you closed your eyes and balanced yourself on the tips of your toes.

Although he was a tad nervous, he would feel a great deal of satisfaction knowing that he had given you the very thing you wanted. “Happy holidays, Y/n,” he stated before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, hoping the kiss would be satisfactory.

He noticed your lips felt soft, and a certain, indescribable warmth washed over him causing his knees to grow weak. Those butterflies multiplied, making your stomach twist with delight. His lips were firm, and you could taste the faint linger of spearmint.

It was almost like time had stopped, and the world around you went silent. It wasn’t until you found yourself pulling away and panting did you realize how sweet, but passionate the kiss was. Your lips were tingling, and you heard the quiet but slightly uneasy pants coming from Tenya.

Before you could say anything, your stomach growled causing you to wince in response and rip your hands away from his. “Hm?” he blinked, trying to regain his composure. His overall body temperature seemed to have risen, given the fact he felt slightly warmer than previously.

His heart was beating at an unusual rate, and he noticed that a faint feeling of nervousness was causing his stomach to twist into knots. But he also felt happy, and he assumed it was because he had fulfilled your request but in the back of his mind, he knew it was for another reason entirely.

Yet, he couldn’t properly address it now seeing as he was more preoccupied with the way your stomach had growled indicating you were hungry. He cleared his throat, finally regaining his composure and catching your attention.

“Perhaps we should find sustenance, I believe there are numerous baked goods in the kitchen from earlier in the day,” he suggested, and your eyes widened, you hadn’t expected him of all people to insist on eating sweets so late at night.

“However, we must ensure to brush our teeth accordingly after we have finished consuming the baked goods,” ah, there it was. Still, you couldn't help but smile. Tenya was always so caring and responsible. It was no wonder you fell for him.

You giggled softly and nodded. “Very well, please follow me,” he insisted, before walking toward the kitchen and you trailed right behind him. Even if you happened to get a stomachache, this was the best holiday season you’d had in a long time.

#tenya x reader #iida x reader #tenya x you #iida x you #tenya x y/n #iida x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #bnha x you #faulty writes: tenya iida #faulty writes: tenya iida: one shot

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heythemoony · 2 years ago

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Free from me | Shadowpeach fanfiction

I used the google translator so if some parts of the fanfic get's weird of reading, please, do not consider it to be my writing

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It was the eve of the Chinese New Year, MK was extremely anxious about the arrival of the new year, so he had prepared a mega festive and high-spirited party, he was heading towards Flower Fruit Mountain to invite Monkey King, who was the party animal. most experienced party animal he knew, correction, the most experienced party animal he knew after Mei, she was the craziest and most experienced party animal he knew. He was riding his delivery motorcycle as fast as he could when he saw a black fur monkey with a red scarf going in the same direction as him, so, without thinking twice, he stopped the motorcycle with a huge thud making Macaque startle.

-- Macaque! What are you doing here? If you're going to the Monkey King's house, I want you to know that he doesn't look kindly on you these days.

-- Oh, I was just taking a walk. And what are you doing here?

-- I was going to invite the Monkey King to the New Year's party I organized, it's going to be the most memorable party of the entire century! I'll even take the opportunity to invite you!

-- Invite me? Look kid, I really wanted to go but I already have plans for tonight, and if I did, Wukong would probably get a gun and start fighting me, so it's not the best of the best options to invite me to the same party as him, but thanks for the invite anyway like this.

-- What do you know. I'm going, happy new year!

MK starts the vechicle, which goes at lightning speed as soon as he steps on the accelerator, leaving a strong wind behind, but that doesn't affect Macaque in any way. The same just sighs and goes back to walking calmly, without any kind of rush or direction, some monkeys looked at him curious, one even jumped on Macaque, however, to avoid fights, Macaque undid his glamour trick and became a monkey with white fur, six ears, and a scar over his right eye.

-- Calm down, sweetheart! It is me! It saw?

The monkey that was on top of him jumped to the ground and watched him warily, but it didn't take long before he started hugging Macaque's leg. The bigger one returned to his black disguise and resumed his leisurely walk without any further interruptions.

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Returning to MK, he had already arrived at the sacred temple of Monkey King, for a change, he was gone, so he decided to communicate with the golden vision, when he activated, Monkey King was sitting peacefully somewhere in the world.

-- Monkey King!!

-- Oh, kid! What are you doing here?

-- I came to your temple to invite you to a New Year's party, but when I got there I didn't find you anywhere! Where are you?

-- Unfortunately, I won't be able to tell you because it's an extremely secret and personal place.

-- If it's personal to the great Monkey King, great sage Equal to heaven, it must be important indeed.

-- Ha ha, funny boy.

-- Anyway, I'm inviting you to the biggest New Year's party in the history of the world ever made! We need 2 party animals, but so far we only have Mei, so to make it stand out, we're going to need the amazing Monkey King! Are you in?

-- I would love to, but I've been invited to the festival, and I'm not going to miss this opportunity, besides, I'll be able to eat as many peach chips as I can fit inside my body, but who knows next year you won't have luckier?

-- If you say so, bye!

MK turns off the golden vision, Wukong remains seated, just looking at a beautiful sunset and blaming himself for having used such a lame lie to get rid of MK's New Year's party, he actually wanted to go, but unfortunately he wasn't in the spirit of celebrating, he really wanted to be alone this new year, but because of the appearance of a certain monkey with black fur, that desire was destroyed.

-- Look if it's not the great Sun Wukong isolating himself again?

-- Give me a break, what do you want?

-- Nothing, I just want to annoy you.

-- You won't be able to, I'm out of energy today

-- Looks like it's not my lucky day, mind if I join you?

-- Make yourself comfortable.

Macaque sits next to Wukong, the two just watched the moon rise slowly, from the top of that mountain you could see everything, the center, the festival, and even Pigsy's Noodles restaurant, MK had just arrived, Mei, Tang and Sandy they were at the door waiting for him, Mei was even wearing Chinese clothes to celebrate the new year.

-- Looks like they're having a lot of fun. - says Macaque

-- Looks like it.

-- Why didn't you join them?

Wukong remained silent, it was true that he didn't want to join his longtime friends, but he wanted to have some time to think, he was never one to think about the consequences, but after the battle of Lady Bone Demon, he ended up getting carried away by his thoughts generated by stress, fear, and paranoia. The truth was, he was feeling guilty for not being able to save most of his friends, and also for having dragged them into this, if it weren't for their incompetence in the past, their friends wouldn't have had to put up with that apocalypse, traumas and even fights, Mei wouldn't have had to endure the pain of Samadhi Fire, Pigsy wouldn't have had to deal with the stress, Tang wouldn't have wouldn't have to question his ability, Sandy wouldn't have to feel the fear of fighting, and MK, well, wouldn't have to question his existence or become paranoid about new demons with huge chances of mass world destruction, which is a problem even today, he has become sensitive to trusting demons and has begun to hate his insides and outsides, after discovering that he is practically the same as Wukong.

-- I noticed that you walked away from everything, what's going on in that head of yours?

-- Do you even care?-

- Regardless of whether you hate me or not, we are still promise friends whether you like it or not, I am obliged to care.

-- But there is no law that says that friends of promise cannot break the promise.

-- It's too late for that, we've been through so much, in fact, the Kid would be mad at us if we did that without having an apparent reason.

-- But I have a reason.

-- Which would be?

-- I killed you without mercy, without thinking twice, and with cruelty.

Macaque and Wukong remained silent, it was true, Wukong had killed Macaque, but he didn't hold a grudge.

-- What do you want to do now that you're free?

-- Free?

-- Free from Azure, from Lady Bone Demon, from me, you can finally forget that I exist, break the chain that binds our toxic connection to me thousands of years, just break it soon, I don't want to hurt anyone else.

Macaque actually saw a chain in his hand connecting with Wukong's, he saw it breaking, actually that wasn't a chain, it was.. a good thing, but the break was an extremely bad thing.

-- No.

-- Come again?

-- I'm not leaving.

-- Mihou.

-- I won't let you remember the past like that!

-- I'm warning you.

-- AND I'M TRYING TO MAKING YOU REALIZE!! – says Macaque, already angry. – I DIN'T DEALT WITH DEMONS, WARS, BETRAYALS, EMPERORS, DEATH, SO YOU JUST THROW A LONG TIME OPTION IN LIFE OF RECONCILIATION AND A CHANCE FOR US TO GO BACK TO WHAT WE WERE BEFORE!! BEFORE ALL THIS MESS!! BEFORE THIS SHIT SITUATION!! I WANT YOU TO STOP DECIDING EVERYTHING ON YOURSELF WITHOUT TALKING ANYTHING TO ANYONE, I WANT YOU TO STOP BEING THAT IMPULSIVE PERSON THAT YOU ARE AND CHANGE!! - Macaque stands up abruptly.

Wukong looked at him perplexed, he had never seen him lose control like that, he must be very angry to shout his feelings out

.-- I was alone and lost in the dark, but you found me and showed me the way of light, but in the first moment of weakness, I went back to darkness, with you, in this very moment, I can see the light approaching, but it depends on you whether my destiny and everyone else's will be in deep darkness or extravagant light.

Wukong looked at him with pure emotion, he was exhausted, in mind, in body, his desire to just collapse was deep and intense, he couldn't, however, do it, his stubbornness wouldn't let him, but in this situation, he had sent his stubbornness to hell , he didn't care what others would think, that the Great Monkey King, the Great sage equal to Heaven was sensitive like this, or whether it was a hoax, or any other kind of thinking. Wukong saw the same chain connecting his hand and Macaque's, but soon it turned into a red thread, that thread had several small knots, but it was still whole, very strong, and resistant, his exhaustion hit and broke it at that exact moment. moment, he started crying without even trying to stop, he just wanted to get it out.

-- I feel useless and just do everything wrong... I-I don't know what else to do... I feel lost....

Macaque looks at him with sensitivity, then sits down next to Wukong, trying to somehow comfort him, in the middle of the action, he just wrapped his tail around his, Wukong relaxed with such an action by surprise, he wasn't expecting this docile act from him, so he just responded by gently squeezing the tail of the bigger one. When midnight struck, the two monkeys were able to see MK and his friends lighting fireworks, Wukong managed to calm down a bit to admire the beauty of the fireworks, but Macaque was having trouble with the fireworks, her 6-eared super hearing made him nauseous and in pain, Wukong noticed and gave him 6 earplugs.

-- Why do you have 6 earplugs?

-- it's surprising what you can find in trash these days.

Macaque giggles and then takes the plugs and puts 2 of them in his ears, he's a little afraid to show his true form.

-- What are you waiting for? This way you will have your hearing impaired

-- I... I'm a little afraid to show my true self...

-- I bet it's better than the fake, although the fake is pretty good!

Macaque felt confident enough to undo his Glamour, revealing the white furred monkey he used to be, without further ado he puts the plugs in his other 4 ears, Wukong watched him in awe, he never thought that Macaque's true appearance was as beautiful as the one he lived with for most of his life.

-- Weird is not it?

-- IMPOSSIBLE!!! - Says almost shouting.

Macaque gives small fragments of a smile.

-- No need to lie like that, I know it wasn't what you expected.

-- LIE?? I'M SPEAKING THE PUREST TRUTH!! YOU ARE ONE OF THE MOST AMAZING PEOPLE I KNOW AND YOUR APPEARANCE, NO MATTER AS INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL, WILL NEVER CHANGE HOW I THINK ABOUT YOU!!!!

Macaque blushes a little and is surprised. The two looked at each other, happy but embarrassed, they had enough courage to intertwine their tails more firmly, Wukong, without realizing it, let his head rest on Macaque's shoulder, and the same allowed, his fingers, which were close to each other, intertwined involuntarily, and that's how they spent the rest of the New Year, together.

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i dont have ao3 yet, im working on it

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master-amaris · 1 year ago

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Blood Bond - A Naruto Fanfiction

|| Multi Chapter || Uchiha-centric || Canon Divergent AU || Alternate Storyline: Uchiha coup d'état instead of massacre || featuring OCs || Angst || Light Gore || weekly updates since I already finished writing this fic || author's Note at the end of the chapter

Itachi and Shisui fail to stop their clan. Instead, Fugaku follows through with his coup d'état and brings Konoha to its knees in a single night, changing the fate of his clan, his sons, and the entire ninja world forever…

Chapter One Before You Start a War, You better Know what You're Fighting For

"This is the point of no return, isn't it?" Mikoto asked when she saw his hands dripping with blood. "Yes," Fugkau replied, pulling the door shut behind him. Her arms tightened their grip around Sasuke's body, who slept on her lap with his cheek against her chest. "All of them?" "Almost." She watched her husband rubbing the damp red from his skin with a white towel, leaving dark edges under his fingernails. "Danzō is still missing." "And… Itachi?" Mikoto only managed a whisper. "What about him?"

No answer. She assumed that spoke for itself, and the conclusion filled her eyes with tears.

"Please, Fugaku." She started to shiver. "If he-... Or if you-... I just want to know if-..." A first tear ran down her cheek, allowing her to see clearly for an instant before her vision blurred again and cleared up once more as the second tear beaded from the corner of her eye. "Is he all right?"

Fugaku put the towel aside. "Don't worry, he's alive. We confronted and arrested him near the Nakano River."

Her heart was pounding so frantically that she feared it might awaken the boy in her arms. "And what will happen with him?"

Fugaku brushed the blood-soaked shirt from his body. A fresh one lay ready for him to unfold. "That's yet to be decided. But treason is treason, Mikoto."

Mikoto brushed the tears from her face with the back of her hand. "I see..."

Silence. For minutes. But Mikoto had this feeling that even without words, Fugaku could hear what she was thinking anyway.

"I'll do what I can," Fugaku said eventually. "But I don't know if I can help."

"You must try." Mikoto could barely speak, trying so hard to hold back the tears. Her voice sounded painfully harsh. "Itachi is our son, despite everything. Please don't forget that. I don't want to lose him!"

"We already have." Fugaku stood with his back facing her; that way, she couldn't see that his eyes were also starting to glisten treacherously. "Itachi picked his side. Even if I succeed in convincing the others to spare his life, it won't change anything. He made his choice, and he won't change his mind. He's gone, out of reach." Fugaku's shoulders trembled. "It would be less painful if he... If he was..."

"If he was dead," Mikoto whispered. She lifted Sasuke a few inches, pulled her legs out from under his body, and carefully bedded him back down on the tatami mats. "Yes, it would be," she continued as she rose and walked toward her husband. " Being allowed to mourn our son's death would be less painful than having to despise him for his betrayal."

Eleven steps separated her from Fugaku: ...nine. Ten. Eleven...

Mikoto wrapped her arms around his stomach and nestled her chin against his shoulder, kissing his neck. With a sigh, Fugaku let his cheek sink against her hair. "I never will."

"Of course not," she mumbled, "He is your son. You will always love him." And you'll never recover from losing him. It will always hurt. "Just never let anyone but me know how you truly feel. They would misunderstand your pain and lose faith in you."

Fugaku turned around in her embrace. I know, the bleak expression on his face declared, and Mikoto's heart wanted to break when she saw his bloodshot eyes and wet cheeks.

She sobbed, digging her fingers into the folds of his shirt. "Yet, if they insist on his execution, you mustn't hesitate. Just do it." She shivered again. "Do it yourself and make sure it's quick. Don't let our son suffer."

Fugaku raised his left hand, grazing her temple with his fingertips, brushing her jaw and cheek, and finally stoking her lips before touching them with his. "I won't," he whispered into the kiss.

Heaving a sigh, Mikoto wrapped both arms around his neck and snuggled closer into his arms as a knock tapped against the door behind them.

"It's time, Commander. We're ready to go."

Mikoto felt the Fugaku's reluctance as he broke away from her lips. "In a minute," he answered through the closed door. The sudden harshness in his voice gave Mikoto's heart and stomach a twinge. "You guys go ahead. I'll catch up."

"Copy that."

Mikoto wavered while listening to footsteps echoing away. Then, she brushed the tears off Fugaku's face. Despite her own, she forced a smile. "Are you ready?" "Determined by all means."

Fugaku took her hands in his and blew them a kiss before carefully pushing past her to walk the eleven steps to the sleeping Sasuke.

Mikoto remained in place. Fresh tears filled her eyes as she watched her husband kneel down beside the child, stroking back his black hair to kiss his forehead. "I love you, son," Fugaku whispered. "When you wake up, it will be over. Everything will be all right at last." He kissed Sasuke a second time. "I promise."

"Have you ever put your hands inside a human's head?" Natsume asked.

His right pointer and middle finger lodged in a young unconscious Uchiha's eye socket, gushing more blood than it could hold.

Satoshi scrunched up his nose. "No."

"You won't be able to make that claim in a few seconds anymore. Come here."

Reluctantly, Satoshi drew a few steps closer and settled on his knees in the grass next to Natsume. The pressure of his knees squeezed seeped blood from the ground. It welled to the surface and soaked the fabric of his gray pants.

"My fingers are plugging the wound he's bleeding from," Natsume explained. "I can close it, but I need a minute or two to prepare the jutsu. You need to keep the pressure in the meantime to make sure he doesn't lose more blood."

Satoshi gulped. "Are you serious?"

"I rarely joke about people bleeding out, you know." The unconscious Uchiha under Natsume's hand twitched. "Come on, go ahead - before he comes around."

"Do I disinfect my hands first?" Satoshi asked, his gaze glued to Natsume's hand; the upper thirds of his pointer and middle finger disappeared between eyelashes and lids.

Natsume raised an eyebrow. "What do you think, huh?"

"Sorry." Satoshi cleared his throat, "I've never done anything like this before."

A small plastic bottle of disinfectant was lying in the grass beside the unconscious young man, whose black T-shirt was decorated with the Uchiha emblem. Satoshi's hand trembled as he picked the bottle up and pressed its beak-shaped cap down several times.

Fine spray wetted his skin and gathered into a thin film, which Satoshi carefully rubbed on both hands. The smell of alcohol burned in his nose, and the hairs on his arms erected - partly because of the cool disinfectant spray, partly because of the thought of poking a bleeding eye socket. He reached out for the fleshy cavity but hesitated at the sight of his fingernails: all at once, they seemed like claws.

"Baka!" hissed Natsume as Satoshi, without warning, put his hand in his mouth in a swift motion to nibble his fingernails down to the tip. "Now you can disinfect your hands again! Why don't you do that before?"

Satoshi picked up the disinfectant spray a second time. "Sorry," he repeated, spitting out the thin scrap of horn he had plucked off his fingernails. "I've really never done anything like this before."

"Trust me," Natsume sighed, "I can see that: you don't have to tell me every few seconds."

"Very helpful, man. Really. Thanks."

Natsume clicked his tongue. "Now, put your fingers in there already!"

Satoshi floundered as he carefully dipped his pointer into the puddle of red, with his middle finger following.

That's just a jar of strawberry jam that's been sitting in the sun too long, he implored himself. That's why it's warm. That's why it's sticky. Because it's melted strawberry jam, not blood: sweet jam that attracts wasps and molds if you don't put it in the fridge.

The blood smacked as Satoshi's fingers displaced it from the eye socket. It spilled over the rims and ran down Uchiha's pale face: over his temples into his ears; over his cheeks, chin, and neck into his clothes; over his brows and forehead into the roots of his black, shaggy hair. The socket wall felt like the sludge of rotten fruit, and the blood felt even stickier, slimier, than expected. More like syrup than jam. Scraps of coagulated blood floated in the pool, and Satoshi had the impression that they had a life of their own, actively wrapping his fingers.

"I think I'm going to be sick..." he muttered. His wrist bumped against Natsume's as they got in each other's way in the narrow eye socket.

"You got it?" Natsume asked.

Satoshi's fingers slid to Natsume's spot. Something pulsed against his skin, and he felt like tearing into a squashed slug, yet he bravely swallowed his nausea. "Got it."

Had Tetsuka Amaya not dislocated her left shoulder during a mission two weeks earlier, much would have ensued differently that evening. She probably would have been with Natsume and Satohi instead of hovering over the sink at home, burying her face in the red pulp of a watermelon. With each bite, drops of the sticky juice dripped down her fingers and splashed into the drain with hollow "plong!" sounds.

She stood in the kitchen barefoot, wrapped in a white towel with dark blue spots. Little beads of sweat glistened on her deep brown skin from the hot bath she had taken a few minutes ago, with her hair still damp from the shower she had taken before climbing into the tub. Coiffed into a bunch of neat twists, the strands stuck to her shoulders and her back. Little drops of water ran down the lengths of her dense, violet curls and settled in their tips until they grew too heavy and splashed on the white floor tiles.

A fresh breeze blew through the open kitchen window, carrying the words of a harsh voice from a distance: "All villagers, retreat to the evacuation tunnels immediately! This is an order from the Hokage! Konoha is in danger! Keep calm and look out for each other!" Amaya heard the call but did not perceive it. It was yet too distant, too muffled to stand out; just one sound among many alongside birdsong, the tinkling wind chimes outside the window, and the barking dogs of the Inuzuka whose estate was across the street. "All ninja assemble at the 34th training area! Wait for further instructions!"

Amaya let the gnawed melon rind slap into the sink and licked the sweet juice from her fingers and lips before reaching for the next piece. A few brown-black seeds plopped onto her bare toes as she bit from this second slice but didn't lean forward over the sink fast enough. At that moment, the doorbell rang. Smacking her lips, Amaya squinted at the clock above the stove.

About an hour too early, claimed its hands.

Amaya put the nibbled piece of melon back on the plate and wiped her mouth and fingers with a checkered dish towel. "Not ready yet, Anko," she shouted, advancing to the house entrance, slurring her words as she used a toothpick to pick pulp from her teeth. "But there's some sake in the fridge if you want to wait until I-"

Amaya broke off because she was close enough to the front door now to see that two people were waiting behind the sliding door: between the bars, their bodies cast crooked shadows on the cream-colored rice paper. A fist pounded against the wooden frame.

"Open up!" "There's a problem!"

Amaya tucked the towel neatly under her armpits because, judging from the voices, the shadows outside the door belonged to two men. Cautiously, she pulled the door open, a small crack to peer outside, facing two pairs of blood-red Sharingan eyes. "Yes?"

"We're here to see Tetsuka Jun," said one of the two men, a balding giant. He towered over Amaya by two heads, his companion still by one." He is to report to the conference room of the Hokage residence immediately. Sandaime's orders."

The sun was already hanging quite low over the horizon, casting its light on the Tetsuka house at a steep angle, blinding Amaya. She had to shield her eyes with her hand to keep from blinking. "My father is on a mission," she explained, "I don't know when he'll be back."

The men exchanged a quick glance. The bald guy shrugged.

"What's your name, girl?" the other asked. His eyes sparkled as he looked at Amaya.

She pulled the towel tighter. "Tetsuka Amaya."

"Tetsuka Amaya," he repeated, nodding slowly. Amaya suddenly remembered very clearly how she had seen a hissing rattlesnake by the roadside for the first time many years ago. Its eyes had sparkled in a way similar to his. "Then you will attend in place of your father. No one will mind. As long as the Tetsuka clan is represented..."

Amaya shook her head. "Represented at what? What's going on?"

"All villagers, retreat to the evacuation tunnels immediately! This is an order from the Hokage! Konoha is in danger! Keep calm and look out for each other! All ninja assemble at the 34th training area! Wait for further instructions!"

Instinctively, Amaya turned her head in the direction from which she suspected the call. This time, she perceived it: during the past few minutes, it had moved from the center of the village closer to the district in the south where Amaya lived with her father. Her heartbeat quickened.

"What's going on?" she asked again. Her voice started to tremble.

The guy with the sparkling eyes waved her off, "You'll find out soon enough." "Just hurry," his companion added. "Remember, come to the conference room of the Hokage's residence. It is very urgent."

Without another word of explanation, the two men turned their backs on Amaya and strode down the three steps of the staircase that connected the front yard and porch. The Uchiha crest emblazoned the backs of their gray shirts.

Amaya remained in the doorway, perplexed, watching the two men with a thumping heart and an unpleasant tug in her lower abdomen as they took the narrow gravel path through the front yard, past the yellow chrysanthemums, the purple-speckled toad lilies, and the golden-orange azaleas. The gravel crunched under their feet until they passed the brass gate in the garden fence, overgrown with ivy.

Dust swirled from the road as the two Uchiha crossed it in a diagonal line. They stopped in front of the wooden gate to the Inuzuka estate.

On the gate was a sign showing a black dog with ruffled fur. The animal wore an eye patch over its right eye, and its left ear was missing. The retracted chaps exposed yellowed fangs. "I need five seconds to get to the door," red characters informed. "And you?"

Undeterred, the bald Uchiha's fist pounded against the wooden gate. "Open up!" And the other added, "There's a problem!"

Behind the wall, a storm of growling, yapping, and howling erupted, punctuated by hissing "Shhh!" sounds or shouts of "Off! Off!" before the gate swung open. Kiba, a little boy with brown hair and fair skin, appeared. On his head, he carried Akamaru, his white puppy.

"Yes?" Amaya heard the little boy ask. "We're here to see Inuzuka Tsume." "'Mom! Here's a baldie who wants to see you!"

Amaya took a deep breath and retreated into the house to get dressed. She began to understand, The Hokage is gathering the clan leaders. Whatever's happening, it's bad.

She had no way of guessing that the Hokage was already dead.

Dividers by @/ohmarigold

Autor's note: I'm so happy and excited to finally share this fic after putting so much time, thought, and passion into it. This project started with the question, what if Fugaku's coup d'etat had been successful? As I began to imagine this alternative scenario, I also tackled the question of how the Uchiha would've pulled that off and found that this was an entire story on its own. And I can already promise a lot of angst as it gets pretty gritty :D

Thank you so much for sticking around to the end of the chapter! I really hope you liked the kick-off. If so, please consider reblogging, and if you take the time and energy to leave a comment, I'll be forever grateful.

#naruto fanfiction #uchiha clan #fugaku uchiha #naruto oc #shisui uchiha

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dairogo · 11 months ago

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Happy new year 🎉🎉🎉 for the writer's asks, 🥸 and 💥 please?

Happy New Year indeed! We made it to 2024, friend, and there's no turning back!

🥸 Does anyone in IRL know you write fanfic or original fiction? If not, do you plan on telling anyone this year?

uhhaahahahahahahaha

There may have been a conversation just today regarding this.

My friends know I write, and they also know I've written fanfiction. Select people have even read it (only one irl friend has an Ao3 account).

And irl I have a writing group that I've been a part of for a few years, based out of my church. It's super helpful for keeping on track with original fiction, and that is the purpose that I have allocated it. BUT this time last year someone spoke about using writing to deal with grief/trauma, and I was there, white-knuckling my laptop until I got the courage (hubris?) to mention that I'd used fanfiction for that purpose, specifically dealing with my post-natal depression by writing about a cHaRaCtEr lOsInG tHeIr iNnOcEnCe aBoUt wAr (who could she be?) in a long, angst-filled fic. I had to then explain fanfiction so some 60-year-olds who I have a lot of respect for, and then one of them started writing things down and I realised they intended to go onto ao3 to just stroll around and see what this FanFiction thing was so I gave the worst, quickest, most panicked explanation of "oh, please, for the love of all that is good and right in the world use filters if you look for fanfiction of any kind. Do not look unfiltered, my 60-year-old church friend, you are too sweet and lovely and I will not be able to meet your eyes next session."

And there was never any mention of it again.

But today we met together, and I was in conversation with two of the younger members (one who had been away for Uni and so hadn't been since about the time of that incident), and I was asked who the elder person was and did they still attend the group, and had he ever actually made it onto Ao3 and spoken with me about it, and all I could do was dart glances over at my dearly respected elder friend in conversation elsewhere and talk out of my teeth in hopes that he couldn't hear me.

So ... I do tell people I write fanfiction. And I am kind of happy to share it about. But at the same time oh bOY it is still mortifying XD

and

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

Still working on my original stuff at the moment. I recently wrote The Scene I was excited to write, and found it very frustrating that I was obviously missing ingredients, so I'm going back and adding them now. The worst of them is time. I was too rushed T_T

There was a fun bit that I think I'm going to delete. It was meant to be a character growth indicator (the difference between Penny's response in this situation and another response in another situation), but as far as the endgame is concerned, it smacks too much of 'love-triangle' which I don't want.

#ask answered #wellbehaveddolphin #thank you!#these were so fun to answer haha storytime got out of hand #SvsV

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starlitangels · 1 year ago

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In the Budding Starlight (1)

A little original fiction for y'all, so you can see how I write when I'm not writing fanfiction lol 3.6k words

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"Looks like we caught a live one, boys!"

Dax smirked, swinging his cutlass up onto his shoulder, looking down at the net thrashing in the water. Churning the waves into white froth.

"Damn. Swordfish that size is gonna fetch a hefty profit." He glanced at his crew. "Haul it in."

"Aye-aye, cap'm," the trio of crew members nearest him all agreed. He watched as they grabbed at the ropes dangling through pulleys, untied them, and started to pull. His dark eyes flicked down to track the progress of the net.

In the setting sun, he saw a flash of scales in the gaps between the thick ropes. His brows lowered. He'd expected the silvery sheen of a swordfish. Sure the setting sun changed the way colors looked—but he doubted it could make a swordfish look purple.

The thrashing of the net made it difficult for the men to pull it up, but once they did, they drew it over the edge of the boat and lowered it toward the deck. One took out a large fishing knife, ready to put it out of its misery—right through the gills.

The ropes fell away. But didn't reveal a swordfish.

Dax's jaw dropped open. "Sheath your weapons," he commanded on instinct, slipping his own cutlass into his scabbard.

The woman on the deck was unlike anything he'd ever seen—and more beautiful than he'd ever imagined.

Her sopping wet hair was a deep royal purple, clinging to her back in chunks. A few flap-like structures on her neck closed, nearly vanishing as she coughed up literal lungfuls of water. Her eyes were dark, set against her fair skin and greyish freckles.

But the long, powerful fish tail she had in place of legs was what held the men's attention. The caudal fin at the very end of it flapped with heavy thunks against the wood of the deck.

Dax crouched in front of her. "Well, hello lovely," he said, smirking. His gold tooth flashed in the light of the setting sun. He ran a finger down her jaw, flicking it upward as it slid off her chin. Her nose wrinkled and her teeth bared like she was trying to hiss, but no sound came out.

Dax sucked the back of his teeth in mock sympathy. "Aw. No siren song for me? No tempting me with your enchanting song to leap into the waves and be lost to the depths forever?"

Again, that thunderous expression with no noise behind it.

Dax shook his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Pity," he mocked.

An unholy scratching screech noise came from where the mermaid's hands were bracing her up, keeping her from lying face-first on the deck.

Claw-like fingernails had torn shreds into the wood. Her caudal fin thumped the deck again.

She looked livid, yes. But also...

Dax waved his crew members off. They backed away slowly.

Fear filled her dark violet eyes.

Dax brushed a bit of her hair off her face. She flinched away from the touch. "Can't sing?" he asked. The mocking from before replaced by curiosity.

The mermaid narrowed her eyes. A muscle in her jaw flexed.

"Wait... no voice at all?"

She raised a brow. As if signifying the obvious.

Dax shifted from crouching to sitting cross-legged in front of her. "What happened?"

The mermaid didn't reply immediately. Instead squirming on the deck, situating her tail and making a face. The light of the sun continued dying.

When she met Dax's gaze again. She held a hand up to her open mouth and used her hand to act like she was pulling something out of her throat.

"It was taken?"

She made a face. Then curled her fingers into claws close to her neck and mimed ripping something away.

"Stolen?" Dax guessed.

She nodded.

"And just who would steal a mermaid's voice?" It was more musing out loud than a genuine question. But the withering sarcasm on her face almost made him laugh. Despite being literally out of her element, she wasn't afraid of him.

"Cap'm. Tide's rising," one of the crewmen said. Dax nodded dismissively.

He glanced at the crewmen. "Prepare to make sail until I say otherwise," he said.

"Yes, sir." The three who'd been standing nearest scrambled off.

Leaving the mermaid and the pirate captain relatively alone on the deck.

Dax leaned close to her. "Let me guess... a sea witch stole your voice?"

She rolled her eyes unnaturally far back and shook her head.

"Human?" he asked. She nodded. "Pirate?" A shake of the head. "Navy?" Shake. "Merchant." Shake. "Fisherman?" Another shake. Dax huffed. "Who, then? Who else sails?"

She held her hands together as if holding something circular and mimed putting it on her head.

Dax blinked, thinking hard. "A soldier? With a helmet on?"

She shook her head fervently. Clearly getting frustrated. She shifted on her arms and put on a flirtatious face, batting her eyelashes and puckering her lips.

"The... the princess? Did she steal your voice to have your magic for her own."

The mermaid sighed, looking thoughtful. Lifting one hand, she scratched at her chin with retracted nails and then pointed to Dax's own scruff.

Dax felt realization hit him like a wave. "The prince stole your voice?" he guessed.

She nodded. Enthusiastic and nearly hitting her forehead on the deck with her haste.

Dax leaned back, putting one arm on the deck behind him and looking over her head toward the sinking sun. "Huh. Well, what did he do that for?"

Her eyebrows tilted and her eyes dropped to the deck, looking watery. She reached up and set her hand gently over her heart.

Dax grunted. "You were in love with him." It wasn't a question.

A small nod. Her shoulders started to shake.

"Well, sorry to say it, sweetheart, but that's your own damn fault."

The caudal fin of the mermaid's tail thudded. Her fingers on her chest clenched into a fist and dropped to the deck with a crack that sent a single hairline fracture shooting through the wooden beam she struck. Dax's eyes widened. He'd heard stories of the titanic strength of merfolk—muscles dense to survive the crushing pressure of the deep. But to see it displayed in such a willowy frame... it astounded him.

He leaned back on his hand again. "You're too smart to end up in my net on accident," he said.

She gave him the most obvious No duh expression a single raised eyebrow could convey.

"So you let yourself get caught on purpose."

A single nod.

"Why?"

She gaped at him, and slowly pointed at her throat. Widening her eyes and raising both brows to emphasize her point.

"You want our help to get your voice back." Again, not a question.

Again, a single nod.

"Did you now we were pirates?"

Another nod.

"How?"

She tapped on the deck of the ship and gestured like she was pointing out and around downward. Then formed her fingers and thumb into a sock puppet configuration and moved it up and down near her ear, like someone was whispering in it.

"The ship told you?"

She shook her head. Formed her fingers into a small ring with one hand, and showed a height with the fingers of her other hand. Pretending to pull something off a solid surface in front of her.

Dax scrunched his eyebrows. "The barnacles on the hull?"

She nodded, pointing at him with a broad smile. So broad and brightly beaming that Dax's heart skipped a beat.

"The barnacles on the hull told you that we're pirates."

She kept nodding.

"Alright. This day is already strange. Might as well accept that too. So you let us catch you because we're pirates so we could help you get your voice back."

More nodding.

Dax lifted off his hands and set them on his knees. "Well, darling, stealing from the palace would be suicide. Even for pirates."

Her face fell. She wriggled on the deck, turning toward the railing. Like she was going to drag herself over to it and pitch herself overboard.

Honestly, Dax thought, that was probably her exact thought process.

She started to use her elbows and forearms to pull herself along.

"Hang on a minute, fishy," he said, reaching out and brushing his fingertips down the scales of her tail. Her whole body went rigid the moment he made contact. "I didn't say we couldn't—or wouldn't—do it."

She paused and slowly turned to peer at him over her shoulder. The sun had completely set now, and in the budding starlight, those greyish freckles on her fair skin began to glow with a pale bluish-white light. Across her nose and cheekbones and scattered over her shoulders and down her tail.

Like the glowing jellyfish and plankton he sometimes saw.

He blinked, trying to reorient his thoughts to the matter at hand, rather than the ethereal beauty of her literally lighting up in front of him.

He cleared his throat. "Stealing from the king's castle actually sounds like a lot of fun. And a lot of the boys here would relish the chance to pay back the royals who screwed them over." He smirked. "I imagine we could at least give it a shot... for the right price, of course."

She nodded, pressing her thumb to her fingertips and rubbing them back and forth. Gesturing about money.

He nodded back.

Another fervent nod.

"You can pay?"

She continued.

"Alright. We'll give it a shot." He got to his feet. "Thatch! Whit! Get a couple boys and some buckets. Fill up the bathtub in my quarters with some seawater. We've got a guest, and I'd like to make her comfortable."

Thatch, nearest Dax, nodded. "Aye, captain."

Dax grabbed Thatch's arm at the elbow. "And let the rest of the crew know that if anyone lays a finger on her that she does not agree to, they will deal with me," he growled.

"Of course, sir." Thatch bustled away, waving Whit over to him.

Dax looked down. "I'll have to call you something," he said. She was looking up at him, craning her neck. "Think I could guess your name?"

Her eyes swiveled back and forth and she pursed her lips.

"Probably not, huh? Well, then I'll make something up. How about..." He trailed off. His eyes traveled slowly over the points of light shining out across her skin, then traveled to a familiar constellation emerging from the darkness in the northern sky. "How about Lyra? Mermaids sing with lyres sometimes, right?"

She looked thoughtful and nodded agreement.

"Alright. Lyra it is, then. I'm Dax. I'm the captain around here. Get comfortable. The journey back to shore will take a couple days, okay?"

Yet another nod.

"Good. We'll get you set up in some water, and then you should be fine."

She smiled that broad smile again. The caudal fin of her tail thumped against the deck like she'd been pleased enough to flap it. And again Dax's heart skipped a beat.

—

Lyra curled her tail in and out of the bathtub, watching her scales catch the light of the candles burning in the captain's cabin. Her tail was too long to comfortably curl into the tub, so her caudal fin lolled over the lip of it.

Lyra. She quite liked that name. For a human language, anyway. Her real name was more a series of melodic tones. Less of a word, more of a song. But she could speak and understand human language. When she had a voice anyway.

She decided she liked Lyra a lot better than the name Prince Croy gave her. She was certain there were plenty of lovely, kind human women named Gertrude, but the hard consonants grated at her ears. Lyra was much smoother. More natural to her.

She wriggled around in the bathtub, searching for a more comfortable position. The bathtub was the same treated wood as the ship itself. Sealed tightly to keep the water in, rather than out like the ship.

The sun had gone down and Lyra's freckles were only slightly drowned out in the light of the candles. She watched the way the light of her shoulder dots made the surface of the water glimmer like the moon was underneath it. A beautiful, but strange sight. Usually she lived so deep underwater that she didn't get to see how her light looked from just under the surface.

Someone outside started singing. Within seconds, dozens of male voices joined in. A shanty. One she remembered from Croy's sailing days.

One she couldn't join.

Closing her eyes, she slid down into the bathtub, submerging her head and ears completely.

Underwater, she had no tears to shed.

The water did well to drown out the singing.

What have you done with my voice, now that you have it, Croy? she thought. Did you give it to your sister? Let her have the power of a mermaid on the tip of her tongue? Do you keep it in the bottle you put it in, rotting out of sight on a shelf? You can't let it be uncontained. If it is, it'll come back to me. So what have you done with it?

Croy had been charming, once. All long gold hair and dark freckles on fair skin. Brilliant eyes as blue as the sky and that crystal clear tenor singing voice—

Now she could barely think of him without wanting to crush something.

Something vibrated against the wood of the bathtub. Slowly, Lyra eased her head out of the water to investigate.

The vibration had been the noise of the hinges to the door of the cabin creaking.

Dax strolled in, whistling. The shanty had stopped.

Not daring to move more than blink streams of water running down her forehead out of her eyes, Lyra watched him pull the leather strap out of his hair and shake it loose. Warm black and voluminously curly, it fell to just below his shoulders. He shook it out with a relieved sigh. She related to that feeling.

Her eyes widened slightly and she slid her head further out of the water as he pulled his shirt off. Still whistling. He threw the shirt on a chair at a desk, then bent to pull off his boots. His muscles rolled under his skin—soft but rich brown and littered with scars.

After removing the second boot, he straightened. Rigid.

Slowly, he turned.

His dark eyes met hers. A smirk spread up his face. A gold tooth flashing in the candlelight. "Enjoying the view, sweetheart?"

Not breaking eye contact, she slid back down into the water and ducked under it once the surface was just under her eyes.

Dax's resonant, sonorous laughter followed her under.

She sulked under the water, letting her gills do their work, for quite a while. She could feel the vibrations in the tub's wood and the water within it of him walking around.

His footsteps stopped. They weren't nearby...

The water grew dark.

Lyra waited. And waited.

Nothing.

Carefully, she eased out again.

Dax was in bed, asleep. Still without a shirt, but with his back to her. The candles had been blown out, plunging the room into darkness. Lyra's vision was made for the darkness of deeper waters, so it didn't particularly bother her. Especially with her freckles casting gentle bluish white light in a halo around her.

She shuffled in the bathtub, making the water lap against the edges as her caudal fin shifted some of it around.

She tried to find a comfortable position herself, thinking maybe she could sleep too. But the bathtub was odd and curved at angles that made it difficult for her to settle properly.

Squirming made a lot of noise with the water sloshing around—though Dax apparently was so exhausted he didn't even move.

Lyra was about to give up and resign herself to just being awake all night—

When she heard something she wasn't expecting.

Singing.

But it wasn't a crew shanty. She heard sopranos, carried on the winds.

With a jolt, she started whacking the side of the bathtub. Not hard enough to break the wood, but enough to make a lot of noise.

After a moment, Dax roused. He rolled over to face her. "Wh... what is it?" He blinked blearily, squinting. "You're very bright."

Lyra pointed to her ears and then covered them with her hands.

"You want me to plug my ears?"

She nodded vigorously.

"Why?"

She pointed out the large windows on the back of the ship in the captain's quarters and then flapped her caudal fin and pointed at it too.

"More merfolk?"

She nodded again.

He rolled out of bed with a sigh. "I'll go warn the crew."

She watched him put his hands over his ears as he left. Her heart pounded in her ears, nearly drowning out the singing of her kin. Their enchantments couldn't affect her, but she didn't want any of Dax's crew to fall prey to their hunting. Not when she needed the pirates' help but couldn't sing to her kin to warn them off.

She could hear the pirates' boots moving around again, but it was distant and somewhat frantic.

After a while, Dax stuck his head back in. "You okay?" he asked.

Lyra nodded and pointed at him with a tilt of her eyebrows.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Crew too. We keep this—" He turned his head to show malleable wax blocking his ears. "—onboard for just such occasions. I think the whole crew got their ears blocked too so we can all go back to sleep."

Lyra's shoulders slumped in relief.

"Thank you. For being willing to keep my crew safe."

She nodded.

Dax slipped back out of his quarters, but returned soon after. The singing was getting louder. "Mind if I stay up with you until we pass?"

She shook her head, putting a pleasant expression on her face.

"Would you like to go out and see if you can see them? The other merfolk?"

She thought for a moment before nodding.

Dax approached and bent down closer to her. "Put your arms around my neck?"

She reached up and did so, holding on to her elbows for strength and stability. He plunged his arms—still bare—into the water, sliding one around her waist, and the other snaking under her tail. She did her best to help him lift her out with her fin. Water streamed off of them both and back into the tub for a few seconds. Dax waited for most of it to slow down before strolling out of his cabin, leaving droplets on the floor in their wake.

He took her to the railing of the ship and rested her down on it, still holding her to his chest. There were a few lanterns burning oil, but their lights were low. In comparison, Lyra's bioluminescence was a beacon. Her lights went across her face and shoulders, and scattered down the scales of her tail as well.

The ship was slowly cutting through the low tide, calm waters. Thin fog drifted aimlessly, surrounding Lyra in a sphere of light from her freckles. She peered through the darkness, a small smile on her face, searching for her kin. Often they'd lounge on rocks while they sang, or just stick their heads out of the water.

She wished she could call out to them with her own song. But when she opened her mouth on instinct, her throat constricted. No sound came out.

She slumped.

Dax's arms tightened around her so she didn't slide off the railing. She felt him struggle a bit to resituate his grip so she didn't slip right through his hands. "You're slippery," he muttered under his breath. She made a face of apology. She couldn't help that. Her kind tended to be difficult to hold onto when they were damp. It didn't help that merfolk bodies tended to excrete a natural oil to keep them agile in the water.

The ship kept gliding along, Lyra peering through the fog, looking for her people. The fog muddied the sound, making its direction hard to hear. The song was coming from off the starboard side, but where exactly she couldn't tell.

She was intimately aware of Dax's eyes on her as she searched. She ignored him.

Looming from the fog, an outcropping of rock became visible.

Four merfolk were singing on it.

Lyra waved frantically, smiling at them. The song shifted pitch to one of excitement—then quickly one of sorrowful keening when they realized she wasn't singing back. They reached out for her. She reached for them, still clinging to Dax with her other hand so she didn't slip off the railing.

As the ship passed the rocks and they merfolk faded into the mist, they stopped singing. Lyra slouched.

"Hey," Dax said softly, hooking a finger under her chin to turn her face towards his. He bent so he could meet her eyes with her head bowed. "We'll get your voice back. You will sing again. I promise."

She smiled and put her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder.

"You're welcome. It'll all be okay. I swear."

She kissed his cheek. He was gracious enough to ignore the saltwater that brushed it with her tears.

#Star's Original Fiction #fun fact for those of y'all who Aren't space nerds:#the brightest star in the Lyra constellation is Vega #*singing voice* No one cares about your original fiction Star!#*Avior voice* But hey when has that stopped me?

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opinated-user · 2 years ago

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It utterly baffles me how racist LO can be on some subjects (see: Anything made in Japan that is not KH or Pokémon) and massively reverse racist on others (her hatred of "emo white boys, fetishism on POC, ect.)

Her latest bit where she said "Look for non-white authors" just rubbed me the wrong way just now. I get wanting to boost POC, but wouldn't recommending specific POC authors be a much better way to make that reccomendation than dismissing ALL white authors when that list likely has good ones too?

God I really hope I don't come off as racist by being upset by that comment. I'm a white author that writes white characters because that is what I know. I don't like my writing being automaticly dismissed over something I have no control over.

i think you're missing the point of her post. she wasn't just saying to look for non-white authors as some form of "reverse racism", she was saying that non white authors don't write tropey "abusive" romance and that's why you should choose them.

not because racism in fandom exist. not because non white author don't get in average any of the mainstream attention afforded to white authors. not because non white main characters don't get as much attention as they should. not because there are excelent, brilliant POC authors out there that you should check out because they make good art. she's right that a good literature diet should include author from different perspectives. she's right that social media around books make very little effort to be more diverse on their literature (if you have been around spaces for Booktok, booktube or similars you can't keep missing the videos/posts of people talking about this). but her reasoning is still being "POC would never write the crap nasty white women do", which is both untrue and also a massive misogyny stamp being passed off as progressive somehow. you should want to read POC authors because many of them are brilliant and you'll benefit from reading their works... not because you hate white women and what they do. not because you hate tropes. not because you think fandom and everything it does is gross. POC authors are worth reading without including any "white woman" in the discussion. on top of that, if the only reason you come out to read POC authors is because "they won't do this kind of romance" then you're bound to be miserably dissapointed. because POC are people at the end of the day, they aren't incapable of writing something bad too. at that point it's not really about POC at all. it's about primarily disparring "white women" (or people you assume are white women without any actual data, wich does result in misgendering or whitewashing people) more than anything else, a thing that LO just keeps doing about everything. she won't hear what SEA people have to say about their own culture and it's representations, because she hates a white woman more.

she won't hear what a black trans woman has to say, because she hates what a white woman does more.

she won't talk about real instances of fandom racism, because she wants to hate on a white boy more.

more than that... LO has no leg to stand when it comes to tropey and abusive romances, when she's the one who keeps creating weird power dynamics between characters that never are challenged except on the most uneffective ways possible on the narrative. on top of that... do you actually believe that LO actually tries to diversify her media intake? when all she talks about is disney and how much white girls and white women and white fictional boys ruin everything? again... you should look for POC authors, just like disabled authors, neurodivergent authors, because many out there are amazing and deserve praise. not because you're like LO and think braggin about never reading fiction outside of fanfiction for the last decade is some kind of win, instead of the reality of making you look fully inadequate to talk about literature at all.

#lily orchard

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aristocratic-otter · 2 years ago

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15 Questions | 15 People

Rules: Answer these 15 Questions, then Tag 15 People

Thanks for tagging me @theearlgreymage! These are always fun :)

1. Are you named after anyone? So, I'm named after my father's former best friend, Patrick Michael. Funny story, he and my dad fell out shortly after I was born, and they've never seen each other again. Oh well, at least I got a decent name out of it.

2. When was the last time you cried? I'm crying right now, listening to the song @cutestkilla and @moodandmist made for me for the hundredth time. Otherwise, I mostly only cry during movies.

3. Do you have kids? Two kids, one grown, one in high school begging to read my fics (oops?)

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot? I have to echo @theearlgreymage. I teach secondary. Sarcasm is a survival skill.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their expressions. Don't try to ask me what they were wearing. Like, ever. I don't see bodies, only faces. I suck at dress code enforcement.

6. What’s your eye color? Hazel. But you can't see the green until I'm in bright sunlight. Then it's mostly green.

7. Scary movies or happy ending? Happy endings, most definitely. A sad movie may be important and worthwhile, but I like my crying to happen in the middle of the movie, not the end.

8. Any special talents? Writing? Patience, that's got to be a talent. Focus?

9. Where were you born? SoCal, baby!

10. What are your hobbies? Just writing at the moment. I want to scrapbook, but never find the time. And reading fanfiction, duh.

11. Do you have any pets? The family has a white sharpie/lab mix named Hazel and my daughter has a guinea pig, Ashley, and a Piebald Boa baby who holds my whole heart. (Picture of Jamz acting like a cat under the cut.)

12. What sports do you play/have you played? Not sporty, in the least. I took dance classes and lap swimming in college for my PE credit, does that count? I guess I like hiking.

13. How tall are you? 5'7"

14. Favorite subject at school? English. And no, I don't teach English, lol.

15. Dream job? Is professional volunteer a job? Shit's so hard for teachers right now, man. I'd love to just give it all up to be able to volunteer as tutor, and for nature programs and for the food bank, and spend my downtime scrapbooking and writing. So, if we're dreaming...

I'll tag my fifteen here, since there's a snake below the cut and I know you might not all love the noodle babies like I do.

Tagging: @artsyunderstudy, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @fight-surrender, @fatalfangirl, @facewithoutheart, @foolofabookwyrm-activated, @giishu, @ileadacharmedlife, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @frjsti, @krisrix, @cutestkilla, @moodandmist

Here's a Jamzie boy. I have NO idea why the picture pasted in sideways

#tag game

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quotidian-oblivion · 1 year ago

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Which of your Fics

Aaaaaaand another tag game which I found while binging through the writer tag game tag!

Which fic did you think would get a bigger reaction/audience than it got?

The most recent one - Greet Me With Open Arms cuz it was a requests fic where I asked people to give me dialogue prompts to use in a single fic. But then again, I posted it just yesterday. I'm just really excited about it and wanna know what people (especially those who put their dialogue prompts requests) think of it.

Which fic got a better reaction than you expected?

The Boy In The Cell, quite honestly. Cuz I thought people would ignore it due to how self-indulgent it was, but so many liked it! Thanks, you guys ^^

Which fic is your funniest?

Based on the comments, Phone Alarms. Quite proud of that one ^.^

Is your darkest/angstiest?

Ahh. Either The Boy In The Cell or There’s So Much Hurt (you can already tell by the title XD) These two cuz they cover darker topics like abuse and stuff. But if you count all the fics including the wips, then definitely this one wip i'm working on which is... pretty b a d. I mean, not the plot, the plot and characters and stuff is awesome! But in terms of rating the angst, its like- up there.

Is your absolute favourite?

Ahh. It depends on my mood, really. Sometimes I say My School’s Local Mafia Boss, sometimes Sometimes You Have To Find Your Own Genes, sometimes a couple of my wips (cuz fbhic i love the plots i've created for them like- bhfvifubhu). But right now? I'm saying I Feel More Than A Simple "Miss You" just cuz I put so much care into it, more than any other oneshot I've ever written.

Is your least favourite?

A Day In The Life Of Tim Drake. No hesitation. It's my first fic. Ok- sometimes, i am proud of it. But most times, nah. Cuz I wrote this on a whim bc i didnt like the thought of having an empty ao3 account and i did not think i would be actually writing fanfiction regularly. But here i am!

Which was the easiest to write?

I... don't know? I wouldn't be writing fanfic, or writing at all period. So I'm gonna say all of them.

The hardest?

As i said, I wouldn't be writing at all if it was hard so i'm gonna say non- NO. WAIT. THERE IS TWO.

Murder On The Stalker’s Turf and I Can See You. Cuz these were casefics and i was writing these while trying to get back into the flow of writing after a particularly hard and taxing writer's block.

Which fic has your favourite line/paragraph?

AHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY THIS QUESTION? DFHIUBF I'M SO INDECISIVE

OK. OK. SO I NARROWED IT DOWN TO THREE:

There’s So Much Hurt (both of them)

“You’re my son, Jason,” Bruce carried on. “Do you think that when you brought Tim over and started calling him your little brother, I wouldn’t start mentioning him as my son too?”

Alfred tightened the bandages that had loosened and continued wrapping. At some point, Tim whimpered loudly in pain and squeezed Dick's hand so hard that both their knuckles went white. Jason swept a strand sticking into his baby brother's eye. "I know. I know it hurts, Timbit. I'm sorry." "Jason," the little bird said weakly. "Ouch." Jason smiled smally. "Yeah, bud. Major ouch."

Let Them Be Siblings

Steph blinked twice again. Then she rubbed her eyes tiredly and muttered, "Lord, please bless me some fucks to deal with this bullshit."

which fic have you re-read the most?

My School’s Local Mafia Boss No hesitation. One, to refer back to it while writing the series. Two, cuz I write fics for me first and foremost and so i very much love this fic and reread it quite a lot. Three, i cant believe how much attention its getting! why- ohh that's why, yep. And four, I'm feeling nostalgic and I want to visit the place where I made most of my current friends.

Which one would i recommend to someone reading your work for the first time?

Phone Alarms ig? Cuz it's really chill and cracky and I'm really proud of it. But if we're including wips, then I would rec the Bruce Wayne Writes Fanfic AU first XD

the one you’re most proud of?

Isn't this sort of similar to the favorite one? At least it is to me. Still keeping this question if other people wanna do this question.

No pressure tags: @uncertainwallflower @sardonic-sprite @tristicorde @wakkoroni @blightwritesfic @pevensiechase @ah0yh0y @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego + anyone else who wants to join

#quotidian convos #writer tag game #which of your fics tag game #fic recs #dc fic recs

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cowboylexapro · 2 years ago

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happy holidays silly gay pple in my laptop, i thought yall deserved a lil christmas gift from jareth over here, so heres the best thing ive ever written-that-also-happens-to-be-anderperry-fanfiction

cobalt domes on stark white bulidings

Neil was in Santorini for a break. He just got himself an Oscar for his role as ‘King Oberon’ in the film adaptation of ‘A Midsummer Night’s Dream’. He was honestly pumped for the role, Oberon was in one of the first acting gigs he ever got for christ sakes! He wished he got to play Puck again; but he was deemed too old for the part even though he was only 25. (They casted a 15 year old as Puck, the kid was nice.) The role had most definitely stressed him to the brink of quitting. He loved acting, more than anything on this planet; But, he much preferred theater. Neil loved the, well, theater of it. Cinema just didn’t cut the high he felt on stage. Lights flashing in a way that made him feel on top of the world. He would much rather play The Faerie King Oberon on stage.

Santorini was a paradise for him. He first went when he was 18, it was for some movie he forgot the name of; he would never forget this island though. Cobalt domes on stark white buildings, red and black sand beaches lining the shores, magenta and blue sunsets dancing on the horizon, cerulean ocean entrapping the island in its comforting grasp, hugging the island in a watery blue embrace. Neil Perry was sure he’d never forget this place.

He rented a cave house, it was a lovely place to spend the summer. All white rooms with blue accents to match the cobalt domes. Neil was watching television by himself, when he had an idea. Neil cast his blue-ish mint colored button up to the side, and walked to his room, wondering if he should just buy a house like this, he had the cash, just needing to commit. The brunet would sell his soul to get away from everything and move to a place like this. He stripped off his taupe pants and put on his sea foam colored swim trunks. Walking across the hardwood floor to the deck pool, brushing a coffee colored bang out of his face and trying to fix his middle-parted hair back to how he liked it. His father always said he could never grow out his hair longer than his ears, he mainly just grew it out to defy him but ended up loving the style, thinking he looked quite ravishing with it.

Neil stepped into the infinity pool right on the deck of the cave house, swimming towards the edge of the pool. The Oscar winner watched the sunset, oranges waltzing with magentas and blues slow-danced in to replace them in order to cloud the sky in a black star filled blanket. Altocumulus clouds covering the summer sky in a haze. Neil simply rested his chin on the edge of the pool, arms resting under so his chin wasn’t lying on a hard surface. He really did love the island, Donkeys walking up and down the street, hooves clopping almost silent in the distance. That’s all he could think about, the only thing in his mind; Until he looked down. He saw a dirty blond boy writing poolside in baby blue swim trunks and an unbuttoned short sleeved sapphire button up. Neil couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.

‘Ok Perry, you’re not going to catcall this boy.’ Is what Neil told himself, if Charlie was here, he’d probably say something like: “Hey! This idiot wants to suck your cock!” at him, Charlie was anti-catcalling, but if it embarrassed Neil, he would surely do it. The blond boy must have felt Neil’s eyes on him, looking up from his writing and glaring at him with an equal mix of curiosity and worry. Ok Neil, now’s your chance.

“Hi? Why are you looking at m-me.” The other stuttered out in a sugar-sweet voice, looking up at Neil from his pool chair, a wash on his face like he was internally mapping out all the ways to book it. Neil perked up, sitting up so he looked more assertive, or something. “Just admiring the view. I knew this island was beautiful but I didn’t know it attracted people as gorgeous as itself.” The boy’s face flushed, then hid his embarrassment by looking at the deck.

“What brings you to Santorini?” Neil asked, putting his chin back on the ledge of the infinity pool, tilting his head in a curious way, feeling relaxed and comfortable by the other’s presence.

“Break from normal city life. New York City is like an exciting free trial of hell.” The boy admitted, looking up at Neil.

“Tell me about it. I’m here on the same reasoning.” Neil mentioned. he lived in Hollywood for about three months, but went crawling back to New York when he discovered how rubbish the Califorian city was for him.

“What are you writing?” Neil questioned, curious about this boy who held his fascination in his tender grasp, holding his heart tight, but gentle enough to not shatter it in his grip.

“Uh, poetry. I’m writing my next book.” The boy said, becoming more comfortable with Neil, adjusting in his chair to show his full attention was on the brunet.

“Me and my friends in school started a poetry cult in the woods of our boarding school.” Neil lightly laughed to himself. Todd was caught off guard and burst out laughing in a series of squawks. The dirty blond covered it up after he realized he just squawked in front of a stranger, he really only displayed his real laugh around his brother.

“Oh my god! How rude of me! I haven’t asked your name.” Neil realized. He needed a name to go to this face that had him entranced. Flurry of light freckles, blue eyes matching the color of the domes, perfectly toned. Not scrawny, but not jacked. This dirty blond boy looked like he was meant to be the patron god of this island.

“Todd Anderson.” Todd told him once he could stop laughing. Wait. Neil knew that name. How could he be so stupid! Todd was his favorite author. He knew the poet was spending the summer in Santorini, Neil got the news before even winning his Oscar!

“I love your work. I’m Neil Perry.” Neil stated, expression softing. He always wanted to meet Todd. Ask him about his creative drive and maybe even ask him out if he wasn’t the straight man the press had deemed him to be. Siting his poetry full of internal conflict as a boy wrapped up in a girl.

“Neil Perry? I love yours too. You really deserved that Oscar.” Ok, that made Neil blush Looking off to the plant on the deck to cover his vermillion flush. He knew he did a good job, but also thought the boy who played Puck deserved it much more than him. He saw himself in the boy, young and inexperienced, he just hoped the boy’s parents accepted their son and his career. “‘Green Carnations and Peacock Feathers’ is one of my favorite books.” The actor made him know. “Actually, do you wanna join me here?” Neil vaguely gestured to the pool he was in.

“I would love to.” Todd got up from the chair, the only thing really separating them was the wall of the infinity pool and stairs that Todd was now walking up. The dirty blond fumbled with the gate, asking Neil the code to enter. When he finally opened it, he took off the button up he was using as a cover-up and threw it on the ground. Neil's thoughts immediately thought of Todd discarding his shirt to the ground and taking him to bed to slot hips against hips from dusk to dawn.

Todd slipped into the turquoise pool with Neil. Todd sat next to in the pool, water lapping against both him and Neil’s bare chests. “Hi.” Todd stared at him. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Todd’s voice quivered a little. His hair almost glowing sliver in the moonlight, blue eyes looking like silvery water droplets. Neil pulled Todd in by the waist.

“If I make you uncomfortable, just stop me.” Neil looked in his eyes, iris colors clashing like the aquamarine waters against the black sand beach not too far away.

“I don’t want you to stop.” Todd practically demanded, shocked by how forward he sounded.

“Oh how direct Mr Anderson.” Neil teased, easing Todd in closer. The actor felt his hand drift up to the poet's face as natural as the water lapping against the two. Fingers resting on Todd’s jawline, slipping his thumb in between pink lips and feeling slightly crooked teeth under the pad of his digit, then pressing down his pink tongue. “You know, I think you’re brilliant.” Neil whispered, forehead almost resting on Todd’s, releasing his finger from the other’s mouth, now cupping his face. Something about Todd just made Neil want to get his hands on him, hold him in his arms as they breathed the same sea salt tinted air.

“You do? You barely know me.” Todd stated, Neil pulled his hand from his face and held Todd’s neck. He never thought he would ever get to meet Neil, he even wrote a very small draft for a play he was writing, the main part written for him. He felt like he was a schoolboy again, with a crush on a rather famous actor that he happened to be in the arms of at this moment, water lapping against their bare chests.

“I know you’re a talented young man I am whipped for.” Todd drifted towards Neil, lips pressing on lips, chests pressing on chests. Neil’s tongue slipping into Todd’s mouth, moving himself to straddle the other. The blond's back pressed against the sky-facing wall of the infinity pool. “You couldn’t have forgotten your wallet in your pocket, would you?” Neil asked on Todd’s lips,

“Why would I have my wallet?” the other mumbled back, too immobilized by the sweet but heavy pleasure and endorphins coursing through his body. Todd responded by leaning into Neil, trying to get as close as possible. The brunet pulled away, teeth catching Todd’s lower lip but letting it go. Neil just gazed into his eyes, getting lost.

“Neil? Are you ok?” Todd asked, barely audible, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Definitely, I just wanted to sight-see. Santorini is beautiful this time of year.” Neil leaned back down before the poet could respond, only this time to Todd’s neck. The actor began to suck at Todd’s neck, a slight salty taste from the saltwater pool; but Neil didn’t care, or really register it. Todd’s breath hitched as Neil migrated to his collarbones, leaving purple and red bruises on his skin.

“Neil…” Todd’s breathy voice trailed, frozen from the bliss. The actor's hips devilled into Todd’s, making him produce an almost ‘squeak’ sound, making Neil smile on his neck. Heat traveling from all the places Neil touched him gathering in his belt area.Neil pulled away. “I think-” “No, No. Come back.” Todd ushered him back, pecking on his lips. “Let me finish.” The author paused, gently placing his index finger on Todd’s lips in a shushing manner.

“I think we should get clean, then maybe we could go to bed,” Neil said, winking at the ‘bed’ part, looking down at Todd. Flushed, lips almost bruised by the kissing.

“Great idea” Todd agreed, a hot shower with Neil did sound pretty sweet. They got out of the pool, using Neil’s towel since Todd’s was by his previous chair. After they were at least more dry, they went to the bathroom. Neil turned on the shower, not even waiting for warm water, ushering himself and Todd in. After, getting into bed and making love all night long.

Todd woke up on his side, feeling arms around his waist and zero clothes on his body. “Yes.” Todd whispered to himself, feeling like he won. He thought he was dreaming honestly, brain piecing together random things from his memory and somehow making up some wet dream where he and Neil Perry, Oscar-winning heartthrob actor makeout in a pool and have coitus in the brunet’s house. Todd heard a sharp inhale next to him, and then Neil shuffled up to look at him.

“Todd? What was that?” Neil asked, looking down at him with a mix of bedhead and sex hair darting around his eyes.

“I thought I was dreaming about last night. I’m glad I wasn’t.” Neil turned him to lay on his back and flopped on top of him. “Me too.” The brunet smiled down at him, placing lips on lips once more. ‘Good Morning’ love making wasn’t something Todd expected to happen with him, honestly? Ever. Especially with Neil Perry. He was surprised he even had a male lover in our lord 1967!

“Neil, I’m not a one night stand. I want something.” Todd said in full seriousness after his ‘Good Morning’. Neil was already facing him, they didn’t know what to do with their hands so they decided just to hold the other’s. Neil’s face blushed vermillion with pupils dilated as wide as saucers.

“You’re assuming I didn’t want to commit, dumbnut.” Neil took his hands from his lover’s and placed his arms around Todd’s waist once more as to where they were earlier.

Neil and Todd were lovers and that is a fact. Coming home from their little vacations at the same time, Neil won (another) Tony for his role as ‘Robert Gastrell’ in the play Todd had written for him, kissing his then fiance when the camera panned to his face to capture his victorious reaction when his name was said. They bought one of the cave houses of the island and used it as their summer home. They would spend the rest of their lives together, on this island or New York City. Wherever it was, it was home.

#anderperry #anderperry fanfiction #dead poets society #dead poets #neil perry #todd anderson #author is a manwhore for santorini greece #neil x todd #todd x neil

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marygeldingm93 · 2 months ago

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My first fanfiction ever! I really like their love story and relationship, the fact that they are soulmates. I can't let them go. They inspired me to write again. 🍓❤️

I dedicate this fanfiction to @just-b-wilde. Thanks for your support.

PS: I will post it on AO3. Waiting for my invitation.

Strawberry greenhouse forever

Summary:

My alternate storyline of the strawberry greenhouse scene, when collecting scrap metal wasn't so important…

Notes:

A return to the happy days of reliving, the smell of strawberries in an alternate timeline and the bracelet gift that means so much. Survival, really?

I think, all of us want those supposed cut scenes, so I created alternative one for me and for you.

Song in this ff: Strawberries by folk band called Caamp - Track 5 on Boys (Side B)- I highly recommend listening to this song while reading this ff or during the specific scene.

English is not my language, so sorry for translate.

And last but not least, I would like to dedicate this fanfiction to JustBWilde and thank her for her support.

A few days after the first kiss between strawberries..

It was already autumn, the trees around the greenhouse have already begun to fall their leaves and decorate the paths around the building. A greenhouse and a small house with two rooms provides them with everything they needed for so long. A quiet place, the warmth of home and security. The greenhouse consists of a white metal, partly wooden structure and large window panes, along which stand numerous raised ridges with strawberries and a few pots with bush tomatoes. It has a glass roof through which the rays of the afternoon sun shine gently, warming Lila's contented face and the softly exposed caramel skin of her shoulder, where her sky-blue sweater has slipped off. Lila is sitting on the garden chair next to a gramophone, wearing a black dress with pink flowers and red-orange leaves that match the season. Her loose, shoulder-length hair frames the features of her face and her bangs fall softly into her eyes as she looks over the music records she found in the house left behind by its owner. She had finally managed to figure out why that gramophone wasn't working, she just needed to fix some sort of contact between a few wires. That's when she sees Five walking back into the greenhouse, she smiles and puts a record in the turntable- romantic old- timey music starts to play. Five holds two freshly hunted rabbits and walks through the double white doors into the greenhouse with a smile on his lips.

“Hey, someone did well today,” says Lila enthusiastically while he hangs two rabbits right next to the bunches of garlic.

“It was the snares you made, “he replies. “They are exceptional, “ with obvious admiration in his voice. Then, with a small look of surprise, he takes a glance at the spinning record on the gramophone, kneels down next to Lila, and then looks at her again, at the woman of his dreams, who also does not take her eyes off him. Proudly, Lila tells him: “I fixed it.” A genuine smile shines upon her face. Five glances at Lila than on the turntable and then back at her, as if he's not sure if this is the right moment..to...what he's been planning for a long time. He felt for this woman what he's felt for no one before: admiration, the need to protect her, the need to make her happy because she was worth it, worth all the trouble, all the hardship, all the pain, only with her could he truly be himself. Soulmates, flashes through his mind.

"Hey, I know that look. Out of it, " she says.Five looks at her with a bit of concern and then blurts out, “Okay”.

From his pants pocket, he pulls out a small package of brown cloth with something wrapped in it. Lila drops the plates on her thighs and reaches her hands up to it.

Lila asks in surpise,” What's this?”

Five looks at her intently and says, “Look inside”. He doesn't take his eyes off her face, the soft caramel skin and gentle smile, so many emotions churning inside him.

Lila is happy, for the first time since the birth of her beloved children, who are, always have been and always will be the most important beings in the world to her, she felt genuinely happy, seen just the way she is. He doesn´t want to change her, he doesn't want to be better than her, better than others, oh how she just loved him, she knew it even then.

Lila unwraps the cloth to find a beautiful handmade metal bracelet with braided wire. She twirls the bracelet in her hands a few times. “Where ´d you get this?”, she finally asks him. Five continues to stare intently at her face, Lila sees so much tenderness in his gaze. “I made it,” Five replies. There is a slight uncertainty in his voice, perhaps both concern and longing. A longing for her to appreciate him and return his feelings. Lila is disarmed at that moment, she smiles and leans toward him, their lips coming together in a tender kiss.

His lips taste sweeter than the strawberry jam with the homemade bread, which she baked this morning. Sweeter than their first kiss a few days ago. Astonishing.....

“You are so full of surprises,” says Lila.

Five puts the bracelet on the wrist of her right hand and says firmly but gently: “I aim to please.”

But suddenly, he straightens up and Lila is surprised. The music from the turntable keeps playing but Lila asks: “Hey , where are you going?” Five grabs his bag, grins mischievously and replies: “We just ran out of scrap metal.” Lila is a little confused, why he has decided that he has to go for scrap metal right now, but at that moment all she can think of is reply: “I will join you in a minute.”

“Okay, Love,” he says stepping out of the greenhouse and making his way along the path by the greenhouse to their subway station.

Lila leans against the back of the chair, chuckles warmly, and that's when she decides... She runs out of the greenhouse after Five, catching up with him just before the steps to the subway. She puts her hand on his shoulder tenderly, and that's when their gazes meet. And Lila says, “I think that scrap metal can wait for a while, don't you think?” Five smiles and just says: “You are right.” Lila steps closer to him, puts her right palm to his cheek and gently strokes him with her fingertips. At that moment chills run through his body, he closes his eyes for a moment, but Lila presses her lips to his and they kiss slowly and softly. She whispers in his years with velvety voice: “Come with me, love.”

Than she takes his hand, the bracelet on her right hand shines like sunset sun. This picture, hands in hands and bracelet makes him feel that maybe she really is his, she seems finally happy after all the struggles, tiring days and sleepless nights in alternative timelines and subway, and he's happy too.

Lila leads him back to the greenhouse, the leaves rustling beneath their feet, the air crisp and the last rays of sunlight still hugging the surrounding treetops. When they enter through the double wooden doors, Lila turns and asks him: “What about a dance? Would you dance with me?��

Five becomes unsure, dancing is not his prerogative. Killing maybe..But...Dancing?, he thinks over.

Meanwhile, Lila contemplates the records from the pile by the turntable..suddenly she looks up at him and sees the uncertain look on his face. “Five, it's just a dance, not a competition for a prize. No worries.”, she tells him reassuringly. Then she looks at the music records closely and says: “ The owner of this house is probably very fond of folk, there's Occie Eliot, Bears Den, Old Sea Brigade and Hollow Coves and....Oh, no way…. That one would be great.” She seems really pleased and tells him, “Its called Strawberries by band Caamp. So thematic for our greenhouse.” And five starts to think: She said..Our? Our greenhouse? Five is lost, lost in love and completely lost in her. She is everything he wants.

She starts up the record and pulls Five into the center of the greenhouse. Through the window panes , the last of the evening light streams in and caresses their faces. Lila smiles and says:” Give me your hands, Five.” She puts one of his hands on her hip and gently places her palm in his other empty palm. As the first notes of the song sound, they can hear the guitarist's fingers skim over the strings and voice singing smoothly. Lila starts to lead Five and smiles, they just dance in a circle and smile at each other for a while. Every now and then, Five steps a little awkwardly on the tips of her toes, looking down uncertainly, and that's when the words of the song come in: Be my light, sunrise laughing ’cause we stayed up all night. Be my map, and we'll leave with all the treasure we can grab, oh-oh. Lila says: ” Hey, look at me. Don’t worry? I am gonna be your map. I will lead you.” They move little in circles and she leads him. “Okay love”, he whispers in her ear. She puts her head on his chest and than quickly look at him. “I love this song,” she says..” He sings: be my house, strong and sturdy but far from town, oh. Be my home, just think of all the places we’ll go.”

He looks at her, eyes filled with joy and says: “It fits perfectly.”

But song continues Be my lake, summer sand and a strawberry milkshake. Be my pride, stay under my skin, don't let me take what is not mine. She looks at him and says determinedly: ” You are mine.”

… She is little bit scared to say it but than she takes the courage and blurts out: ” I want”,…but she does little pause in her mind too, little inhale and exhale …she can feel her heart beating very fast. She kisses him, this time little bit more passionately and than looks at his eyes, puts her hands on his chest than his shoulders, so he puts his hands on her waist and her hands goes under his jacket and let it fall partly on his elbows..”I want to be yours”, she says decidedly this time. He gasps a little. It was very surprising…

Be my blood, oh, I'd shoot the moon and it wouldn't be enough. Be my books, head on your shoulder with damn good looks. Song continues.

He returns her kiss with equal passion but then grows unsure and pulls away slightly. “ But Lila, I have …erh, I have never been with…”, he confesses.

She puts her palms on his cheeks, kiss him and says warmly: ”I know, love. Don’t worry. I ´ ll be your map, remember. I will lead you.” She smiles little bit and take his left hand to her breast and she puts one her hand around his neck and the other one in his hair and pulls him closer to her, she growls a little and kiss him passionately. Suddenly, she pulls away and takes off her sweater. Five is a little bit confused, everything is new to him, sensations and touches. Suddenly, she takes off her dresses and stands in front of him just in her underwear. She's beautiful. A goddess, Five thinks to himself.

The sun had already set but he could see her skin continuing to glow. She smiles at him mischievously: “Happy what you see, ha?”. He is petrified. He could feel the heat coursing through him, the hot blood coursing through his veins, his heart beating fast and slightly irregular.

What is this? Is it love? It was always her, he realizes. He is speechless.

Lila steps closer to him, pressing small kisses to his neck. She strips off his jacket and shirt and then takes off her bra. “You can touch me, Five,” she says with her velvety voice “ I am yours and you are mine, remember?.” He pulls her closer and starts to kiss her more intensely, like never before. He can feel in every inch of his body, that this woman is the right one.

But suddenly, she starts to giggle as he puts his hand under her armpit to her breasts, tickling her as he does so. He winces and pulls away slightly. “I'm ticklish, that's why.”, she assures him. He smiles and kisses her tenderly and than says: “Good to know, love. “

At the end of the song, they hear words: Be my hands, and I'll paint your picture, darling, the best I can. Be my heart, I've got you in the end, I wish I had you from the start.

Lila takes his hand and leads him to their bedroom...their first lovemaking is magical. The union of two souls and two bodies. They do not need more, in that moment she is his and he is hers. No alternate timelines or resolution to the next apocalypse. For now, this is their world. THEIR STRAWBERRY GREENHOUSE FOREVER...

#five hargreeves #lila hargreeves #the umbrella academy #lila x five #lila pitts #five and lila #umbrella academy fanart #umbrella acedmy #fivela #fanfic writing #fanfictions #tua fanfic #umbrella academy fanfic #Spotify

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helvelloides · 2 years ago

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WRITEBLR RE-INTRO

Hi everyone! It’s Andie here! Been awhile since I made something like this. So, I figured that, seeing as I’m trying to be a little bit more active in the community now, I should probably tell you guys a bit about myself and my current wips!

Like I said, I’m Andie. I’m 20 y/o, and I use they/them pronouns. Fun fact about me, I have seven cats and I love them so much, even when they’re actively ruining my life.

I write a mix of fanfiction and original fic (although right now I’m focusing predominantly on the fanfic side of things.) And here are some of the things I’m really into -->

HORROR!! HORROR HORROR HORROR!! I love the spooks. I love the scares. I love the psychological aspects. I love big scary monsters. I love it when the monster was yourself all along. Just don’t talk to me about mental illness in horror bc that upsets me greatly.

Speaking of horror, I mentioned in the above, but I love big, scary monsters. Especially if they’re not actually as scary as they may initially appear. Big scary monsters, my beloveds. If I could kiss them all on the mouth (with their consent) I would.

I love magic. Not necessarily a big high fantasy fan, but I love magic in other things. I love seeing different magic systems, I always think they’re just so cool.

Soft, cheesy romance. I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’m basic as fuck. I enjoy mediocre rom-coms ft. two conventionally attractive white leads every now and then. Deep in my heart, underneath all the big, scary monsters and pure, unfiltered rage, I am a sucker for a good romance.

[Talk about my wips under the cut]

ORIGINAL:

The Infected Woods: A fun horror story about three boys who get lost in the woods, and the one girl who’s determined to find them. Currently on hiatus, though I’m hoping to work on it again in the near future.

FANFICTION:

A Man of Mostly Bones: For all you Bones fans still out, I bring you my season 3 Bones rewrite ft. my own ocs for your viewing pleasure. It’ll hopefully one day be part of a larger series where I rewrite the rest of the series, but for rn I’m starting with one season. Currently in the first draft.

Tyrants WIP: A Power Rangers Jungle Fury fanfic that I’ve talked about a handful of times of my blog now, and plan on talking about a lot more, so I figure it deserves a spot on the post for the amount of brain rot it gives me. Currently in the first draft. (Main Project rn)

If you’ve read all the way through this, and are interested in what you see, consider giving me a follow! Also, thank you for taking the time out of your day to listen to my rambling. I really appreciate it.

*Scurries back into the shadows*

#writeblr #writeblr reintroduction #writeblr re intro #andie speaks

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shinidamachu · 3 years ago

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You're a fantastic writer! ✏️ I'm curious before the whole Yashahime disaster, what was your ideal post canon ideas for Inuverse?

Some examples would be how many kids did Inukag have and do they look more human or demonic? What are the next gen kids personalities like? Did the well reopen? Is Sessomaru a good uncle/brother to Inukag and kids? How are Mirsan, Shippo, and Koga doing? Do you imagine the Inugang having more slice of life adventures or going on another serious adventure like Horai Island?

Sorry, that this is a lot to ask, I really enjoy your writing, anyways keep up the wonderful work! 🌟

.Well, thank you, first of all. You're very sweet for saying that about my writting.

And honestly? In my opinion, Inuyasha had a very satisfying, very definitive ending. The main characters have all earned their happily ever after and a continuation wasn't at all needed unless you wanted to mess this up. Sometimes the healthy thing to do is just let the piece of media you love go and revisit it or explore fanfiction if you miss it.

Which doesn't mean an official Inuyasha sequel couldn't have been done right. I know that because over the years, this fandom has written absolutely mind blowing post canon fanfics.

I'm talking about stories that have engaging and interesting plots, flawless characterization and actually fit right into the world of Inuyasha, not only respecting the lore and rules of its universe but expanding on it and adding substance to it, filling in the blanks the original left instead of creating more.

There are many, many examples of that, but to me, the ideal post canon, non next generation universe is the one written in Light Me a Lantern by @inuyashasforest (and I still can't believe we got this masterpiece for free). Compare it to Yashahime and you'll see the difference between writting with passion and love for the original story and writting so you can make money. It's disconcerting.

That being said, I talked about how many kids I'd like Inuyasha and Kagome to have here. As for their personalities and what do they look like, I expressed my thoughts about it here, but was specifically talking about Moroha since she was the one thing Sunrise did right.

Any children Inuyasha and Kagome eventually bring into the world would have to be only 1/4 demon as opposite to Inuyasha's 1/2. This means less demonic features and more human characteristics. I like the idea that their children would be a perfect mix of them, just like Moroha, only with a few outstanding demonic attributes here and there. Like, Moroha has the fangs, her brother could have white hair, her other sibling could have dog ears and so on. But never all at once.

I enjoy Moroha as a big sister and I like to picture her baby brother as a mama's little boy. He would be sensitive, shy, smart and very talented in artistic ways.

As for the Mirsan kids, I love the concept of the twins being huge flirts so Miroku pays for his sins. One of them having his spiritual powers while the other takes after her mother and becomes a great demon slayer also amuses me to no end. And I adore the name Hisui for their babyboy. Only I think instead of being a demon slayer he could grow up to be the leader of the village or have an equivalent position of political power.

The Well never opened again (I've talked about this before, but couldn't find the more in dept post I made, so I'll just summarize it here): the Well reopening greatly takes emotional weight away from the narrative. it diminishes Kagome's final choice, it annihilates the "bittersweetness" of her return, it keeps the story from circling back from Inuyasha being a lonely half demon being despised by everyone to the same Inuyasha now having someone willing to sacrifice everything for him. And it also leaves no room for Inuyasha and Kagome to figure it out how this sacrifice affects their relationship and grow from it as characters and as a couple. Of course you can interpret the ending in a different way, but I'm personally very passionate about this one.

Sesshomaru treats his nieces and nephews the same way he treated Rin and Kohaku. He grows to respect Inuyasha in his cold, silent way, but he's still closer to Kagome. One, because Kagome makes him. Two, because there's just too much story between Sesshomaru and Inuyasha, both of them deciding things are good the way they are, no reason to force it.

Miroku and Sango are doing great. They rebuilt Sango's village, their kids and friends are the joy of their lives. They often go on missions together when Inuasha and Kagome are free to babysit and or when their kids are old enough. And just like in Yashaime (because that part was actually interesting), Miroku feels a bit useless without the Wind Tunnel so he does his best to get stronger in different ways (ways that do not unclude basically abandoning his family) and he achieves that goal with a lot of effort and Sango's constant support.

Shippo becomes a very famous figure in the kitsune community because his tricks improve greatly and he grows up to be one of the greatest names in the story of transfiguration. Koga runs the rebuilt (and thrieving) Wolf Tribe with Ayame by his side. They're now human friendly thanks to the Inugang, with whom he regularly keeps touch.

I don't really have a preference as for if they would have more slice of life adventures or another serious quest when I'm reading fanfic. But if we're talking official content, I'd go for a new life or death mission in a heartbeat, because as much as slice of life is pure and cute and wholesome, I'd be waiting for something to happen all the time, then get frustrated and bored once it doesn't.

It's one thing to deliberately search for slice of life content, which I often do. Another one is being fed nothing but slice of life while Sunrise makes easy profit off it without any real effort to give us something that actually can be categorized as a sequel, not just another epilogue.

If we're paying for a whole show with at least two seasons, we should get slice of life and a real adventure while we're at it. Unless it's, like, a very compact list of episodes (half a season tops) made to be nothing but extra content to rise founds for charity or something of the sorts, in which case it would be acceptable.

#Thank you for asking #Inuyasha #Inukag #Kagome #Kagome Higurashi #Mirsan #Sango #Miroku #Moroha #Koga #Ayame

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sunshineandaisies · 4 years ago

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Dirty Paws & Wet Kisses

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Modern AU)

Words: ~3.7k

Warnings: language, floofs and fluff

Note: if you ever read anything written by me that includes dogs, their names will always be kinda extra or related to historical figures (i.e. my dog is actually named Theodore Roosevelt) and I will try my best to make their names increasingly extra with every fic that involves dogs

You’d argue that your four year old sheperd mix was the most well behaved dog in all of New York until your dying breath.

Most days.

During your weekly trips to the park on Sunday afternoons, she would sit at your feet, lounging in the sun as she watched joggers go by and playfully saying hello to anyone - be they human or dog - that stopped by to pet the pretty pup while you read whatever book you’d picked up from the bookstore earlier that week.

Sure, there were a few times that she would whine and stare down any squirrel that strayed too close to her, but she never left your side.

Maybe that’s why you had grown so complacent, why you’d stopped looping her leash around the bench to secure her to your side and simply kept the leash within your reach beside you on the seat of the bench.

And it was because of that complacency that you were sprinting across the park, chasing your naughty dog and drawing judgemental stares from other park-goers.

“Hazel!” you called after her. “Hazel, I swear to god I’m taking all your toys away when we get home!” Right after you took a nice long bath to soothe your aching muscles. When was the last time you’d run this much?

You lost sight of her when she disappeared around a hedge, and the internal panic that set in was almost worse than the time that you accidentally emailed your creative writing professor the Harry Potter fanfiction you’d written instead of your final paper. (You still got an A on the assignment, but that’s besides the point).

You see her as soon as you round the corner, happily licking at a stranger’s face as she sat between his legs, and-

Holy shit, your dog led you to the most attractive man you’ve ever seen.

The stranger took note of you before you had a chance to say anything, and he raised his brow at you while angling his face away from Hazel’s kisses. “Does this belong to you?” he asked, pinching the tags on Hazel’s collar between his thumb and two fingers. “Hazelnut Mocha.” He snorted. “Is that your dog’s name or your Starbucks order?”

You weren’t sure if it was the amused smile that curled his lips or the quirk of his brow, but his teasing made you feel personally attacked. You crossed your arms across your chest. “Maybe it’s both.”

He shrugged, scratching the spot behind Hazel’s ear. “I suppose that’s one way to never forget your dog’s name or your coffee order.”

You hummed noncommittally before approaching and tugging Hazel away from the handsome stranger. It took considerably more effort than you had thought it would. “I’m really sorry about her,” you apologized. “She’s never like this. I don’t really know what happened.”

He brushed your apology off with a smile. “Don’t worry about it. If a cute girl wants to give me kisses, I certainly won’t complain.” He winked at you, and you wanted to just melt on the spot.

“Well, uh, I should, um-” You cleared your throat, stepping away and dragging a disappointed Hazel along with you. “Again, I’m really sorry. Even if you didn’t mind.”

You turned and hurried away before his smile made your mind any more frazzled.

Two weeks passed before you decided to show your face at the park again, and this time, you were sure to secure Hazel’s leash to your bench, ensuring that there would be no chases across the park and embarrassing encounters with handsome strangers.

The pup resigned herself to her fate and laid at your feet in the grass, her tongue lolling out of her mouth and her golden eyes shining in the sunlight. She greeted the other dogs that passed, and you thought nothing of it until you heard someone call her name.

Well, shit. You knew that voice. That voice had haunted your dreams for three nights straight after the incident two weeks ago.

“How have you been, pretty girl?” he asked, and you hesitantly lifted your gaze from your book to see him knelt in front of you, patting Hazel’s head as she yipped happily and dragged her tongue over his face in sloppy kisses.

Despite your proclivity to stare at handsome men that showered your dog with attention, your eyes were dragged away from the pair when a wet nose nudged your leg. “Well hello there,” you greeted the brown and white dog that sought your attention. You quickly marked your page and returned your book to your bag before petting your newest furry companion. “What’s your name, handsome?”

“Bucky,” the stranger answered.

You glanced up at him briefly before turning your attention back to the brown and white dog. “Aren’t you a handsome boy, Bucky. Yes, you’re so handsome,” you cooed. The stranger chuckled, and you glanced up expecting to see Hazel mauling him with more sloppy kisses, but instead, he was staring at you, amusement dancing in his blue eyes. “What?”

“I’m Bucky,” he clarified before nodding towards the dog. “That’s Dodger.”

“And you just assumed that I was talking about you when I called him handsome?”

And in complete contrast to how he had acted in your previous interaction, he actually looked embarrassed, nervously scratching the back of his neck while fending off even more kisses from Hazel. “I seem like a complete asshole, don’t I?” he asked sheepishly.

You laughed. “Well, I mean… Don’t let this go to your head or anything, but I suppose you are kind of handsome, too. You know, in a handsome stranger kind of way.” You felt your cheeks flood with warmth, and you averted your gaze, hoping he didn’t see just how flustered you were after your admission. You tried to breeze past it altogether by giving all of your attention to Dodger once again, petting him and praising him for being such a sweet boy.

After a moment of you and Bucky speaking only to each other’s dogs, you cleared your throat and commented, “I didn’t realize you had a dog. Was he at the park with you the day that Hazel practically assaulted you?”

“He’s not my dog.”

You blinked. “Oh. Is he your girlfriend’s dog?”

And just like that, all hints of embarrassment disappeared from his face. He quirked a brow and smirked at you. “My girlfriend?”

“Or boyfriend,” you added hastily.

He snorted and shook his head. “It depends on who you ask.”

You cocked your head to the side, and the action conjured up an image of Hazel doing the same whenever you would try to hold an actual conversation with her. “Uh, what?”

His gaze flitted to the ground as he smiled an amused little smile that had you biting your lip and shamelessly staring at the man. “It’s a bit of a joke among my friends,” he began. “Dodger is my buddy Steve’s dog. Some of our friends like to make it seem like we’re dating, but we definitely aren’t. We just know each other way too well.” His smile widened when he looked back up at you. “So to answer the question that you indirectly asked-”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. “What?”

“-I’m single, sweetheart.”

You gaped at him, trying to form an appropriate response. This man was frustrating - frustratingly handsome, frustratingly smug, frustratingly able to read you like a goddamn open book. How dare he correctly assume you were trying to figure out if he was single or not?

The sound of a phone ringing interrupted your thought process, and Bucky gave you an apologetic look after glancing down at his phone. “I gotta take this,” he told you. You heard him greet the other person on the other end of the call before calling for Dodger. As he turned to go, he paused for a moment, pressed the phone against the front of his shirt to muffle the receiver, and called over his shoulder. “See you around, Hazel and Hazel’s mom.”

Right. You never gave him your name.

You were cursing yourself for nearly a month for not getting his phone number before he disappeared, and you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you had a smidge of hope that you’d run into him at the park again... But alas, no luck.

You were starting to think that you’d never see your handsome park stranger - although, he wasn’t really a stranger anymore, was he? - but exactly 37 days after your last encounter with Bucky (aka handsome park stranger), Hazel brought you back together in the most heart attack inducing way she could manage.

You’d been sitting on the patio of your favorite little cafe, catching up with Carol and Val over coffee and fluffy pastries, and Hazel had been behaving herself aside from the occasionally whining and begging when any of you would touch your food.

She was behaving until she wasn’t.

You still don’t really know what set her off, but one moment she was sitting prettily and staring up at you with her golden eyes and the next she was breaking free from her leash and sprinting down the street and out of your sight.

You posted on social media asking everyone to be on the lookout for your Hazel and called your friends to help you search for her. You spent hours walking up and down the city streets and through the park that you frequented with Hazel. You called all of the shelters and animal control to see if anyone had brought Hazel to them instead of calling you. You talked to anyone and everyone that you passed on the street, asking if they’d seen your girl.

You tried so much to get your girl back, but nothing panned out.

You were in tears and your feet were sore from walking all over the goddamn city by the time you and the others returned to your apartment, resigned to wait for someone to contact you. Just as you were about to say goodnight to everyone and turn in for the night (read: cry yourself to sleep), your phone rang, and an unfamiliar number flashed across the screen. You shushed your friends and answered the phone.

Please be someone who found Hazel. Please be someone who found Hazel. Please be someone who found Hazel.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Your heart leapt into your throat at the sound of his voice, and for a moment you forgot that you had just been on the verge of a panic attack. “Take a deep breath for me, okay. I can practically feel you panicking through the phone. I have Hazel. She’s okay.”

“Thank you,” you breathed, nodding at your friends in response to their questioning looks. “Thank you so much, Bucky. Is she okay? Where did you find her? Should I meet you somewhere?”

He chuckled. “She’s fine. A little dirty, but she’s fine. As for where I found here...Well, I think your dog has a little crush on me, sweetheart.”

You grabbed your jacket from the coat rack and slipped it on before grabbing your keys. “What does that mean?”

“I came home and found her wandering around the courtyard at my apartment.” He sounded far too amused with the situation, and you definitely weren’t feeling up to dealing with his smug attitude. “She certainly made herself at home here. I may need to fight for shared custody after this.”

You rolled your eyes. “Just tell me where I should meet you.”

“I’ll send you my address.”

And just as he had told you, as soon as you ended the call, he shared his location with you. You swiftly assured Carol and Val that Hazel was okay, and you asked them to lock up when they left before beginning your walk to Bucky’s apartment.

Ten minutes later, you were sat on the floor of his living room, holding Hazel close to you and alternating between scolding her and telling her how much you love her as you tried to hold your tears at bay. Bucky sat on the couch, arms rested on his knees as he watched the teary-eyed reunion with a small smile curling his lips.

“You know, sweetheart,” he spoke up, drawing your attention away from Hazel, and you finally noticed the muddy paw prints on the front of his white tee. “I’m not much of a dog-person but-”

You gasped, covering Hazel’s floppy ears. “How dare you say such nonsense in front of Hazel!” You pressed a kiss between her eyes, whispering, “It’s okay, girl. Bucky didn’t mean it.”

“I did,” he countered, chuckling when you glared at him. “I’m more of a cat-person, but I suppose I can make an exception for Hazel. After all, she seems pretty attached to me. Not that I can blame her.”

You snorted and rolled your eyes. “She has awful taste in men,” you teased.

“I don’t know,” he argued. “People say that dogs are impeccable judges of character.”

You stood, dusting your jeans off and turned to face Bucky. “Thank you,” you told him, the sincerity clear in your voice. “I don’t know what I would have done if I couldn’t find her. I- I seriously owe you. Whatever you want, just name it.”

His blue eyes twinkled with mischief, and you immediately regretted your offer. “What about shared custody of Hazel?”

“Whatever you want that’s not that, just name it,” you amended.

“What about a date?” he asked instead.

Your eyes widened in surprise and you gaped like a fish, mouth opening and closing, opening and closing, over and over again as you tried to form a response. You certainly hadn’t been expecting that. He watched you with curious eyes, waiting patiently for your answer. Finally, the gears in your brain began to turn again and you answered, “As flattered as I am, I’m not really looking to date right now.”

Disappointment flashed across his features, but he smiled and all trace of disappointment was gone in an instant. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You don’t owe me anything for being a decent person and making sure Hazel got back to you.”

You smiled softly at him, your fingers carding through Hazel’s fur. “Thank you, Bucky. Really.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”

After that night - and after you and Bucky officially had each other’s numbers - you and he would text throughout the week, and you often sent him pictures of Hazel being increasingly goofy as the days wore on. You’d even invited him to the park one Sunday to see Hazel again, but he’d quickly turned you down, asking for a rain check.

He had a date, after all.

So instead, you took Hazel to the park and sent him pictures of the pretty pup lounging in the sunshine, greeting other dogs that passed by, and even licking the camera lens on your phone when she finally noticed you holding your phone out towards her to get the perfect angle. A smile never failed to appear on your face every time he sent a heart eyes meme in response.

Despite the near constant texting, you didn’t see Bucky again for over three weeks, and you’d only seen him because you had run into his friend Steve at the dog park.

It took a moment for you to realize that the brown and white dog that Hazel had instantly greeted once she’d been released from her leash was Dodger, but as soon as the realization sunk in, you looked around for Bucky.

There weren’t many people present, but you couldn’t find Bucky among the dog parents that lingered around the edges of the dog park.

You crouched down to greet Dodger, scratching him behind the ears and happily accepting his greeting kisses. “Hello, handsome. Is your uncle Bucky here?”

“Y/N?”

You turned your head in the direction of the voice, and you furrowed your brows when you saw a tall blond man that you didn’t recognize. Holy shit, was Hazel a handsome stranger magnet? “Do I know you?” you asked, doing your absolute best to keep your voice steady.

“Right, sorry,” he laughed. “I’m Steve. Bucky’s mentioned you a few times.”

You put two and two together quickly. “You’re Dodger’s dad!”

You spent the better part of the next hour chatting with Steve as Dodger and Hazel chased one another around the enclosed area, and you sent a picture of you and Steve to Bucky, happily claiming that Steve was telling you all of Bucky’s most embarrassing stories. (Bucky had sent a text to Steve within seconds of reading your text, but Steve refused to tell you what Bucky had said all while laughing so hard he nearly cried).

By the time Hazel and Dodger were laying at yours and Steve’s feet, panting and entirely worn out from an afternoon of playing, you were ready to say your goodbyes, but Steve quickly caught your attention before you could go.

“I’m meeting Bucky and a few other friends at the bar in about an hour. Would you be interested in getting a drink?” he asked, smiling so widely at you that you just couldn’t say no.

And that was how, after dropping Hazel off at home and making sure she was fed and had a full bowl of water, you found yourself at a sports bar, slinking through the Friday night crowd towards a table in the back.

You spotted Bucky immediately, and you smiled widely when his eyes widened and he choked on his beer before promptly standing to greet you. “What are you doing here, sweetheart?”

“Sweetheart?” you heard one of the men you didn’t recognize ask the others.

“Y/N,” Steve explained, and as if that was all they needed to know, the other two nodded. Steve smiled up at you, greeting, “Glad you found the place okay.”

Bucky quickly ushered you into the booth, sticking you between him and the only other woman present. As he introduced you to the others - Clint, Sam, and Nat - his arm snaked around your shoulders casually.

“So you’re the famous Y/N,” Sam asked, a teasing smile on his face as his gaze flitted from you to Bucky, and Bucky groaned in response.

You chuckled. “I wouldn’t necessarily say ‘famous’.”

“Oh, trust me,” Sam said, “as much as this guy talks about you, I’d say you’re pretty damn famous in our circle.”

You glanced at Bucky, biting your lip in a futile attempt to hide your amused smile. “Is that right?”

He huffed. “Hazel’s the real famous one, sweetheart.”

“Liar,” Nat accused. She turned to you, one perfectly shaped brow raising. “For weeks, it was Hazel’s mom this and Hazel’s mom that, and after that it was Y/N sent me this picture and Y/N told me this joke. I feel like I already know you, and I just met you.”

“So how’s Hazel?” Bucky asked in a clear attempt to change the topic. “Did she have a fun day with Dodger?”

You spent your evening getting to know Bucky’s friends better, sharing stories about Hazel, and listening intently anytime one of them told you a story about Bucky that had your sides aching from laughter. At the end of the evening, you had four new contacts in your phone and plans to meet up with Nat for lunch the following week.

“Need me to walk you home, sweetheart?” Bucky asked when you walked out together, but you shook your head.

“Nah.” You held up your phone, showing him the screen. “I got an Uber.”

He shoved his hands in his pockets, nodding. “Okay. Text me when you get home?”

“Of course.” A red Toyota Camry pulled up to the curb, and after confirming it was the car that was supposed to pick you up, you stepped towards it. Ever the gentleman, Bucky opened the door for you, and you slid into the backseat. “Good night, Bucky.”

It was while you laid in bed that night, unable to sleep while Hazel snored beside you, that you realized that the handsome park stranger - the one that was more of a cat-person but would make an exception for Hazel; the one that was dating Steve depending on who you asked; the one that was constantly talking about you to his friends so much that they felt like they already knew you - had wormed his way into your heart.

Did that make Hazel your wing-woman? She certainly did have a proclivity for bringing you and Bucky together, even in indirect ways.

He was on your mind all night and throughout the following day, and by the time your customary trip to the park rolled around on Sunday afternoon, you were buzzing with anticipation. Would he be there again? Would Hazel inexplicably get loose from her leash and lead you straight to the man that had you feeling like a teenager with a crush again?

As romantic as it might have been, you didn’t want to leave those answers up to fate. Instead, you sent him a text not long after you woke up, letting him know where he could find you if he wanted to see Hazel that afternoon.

Unsurprisingly, it was Hazel that saw Bucky first that afternoon when he arrived at the park, and unsurprisingly, she tore her leash from your grip and sprinted towards him, nearly tackling him as he crouched closer to the ground to greet her.

Surprisingly, you were actually jealous of your dog as you watched her give him sloppy, wet kisses.

“What’s that look for, sweetheart?” Bucky asked, angling his face away from Hazel. “Everything okay?”

“Quick question,” you told him. “Is that date still on the table?”

He grinned at you with that smug grin that you had scoffed at the day you first met, that same smug grin that made your heart flutter in your chest and made your breath catch in your throat and made you want to press kisses to his face and-

“I was wondering when you’d take me up on the offer, sweetheart.”

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