#and of course i switched to past tense for the flashbacks because I guess I want everyone to suffer

[qqueenofhades]

Sorry if this is a bit of an overly specific question, but I was reading your latest Sandman fics and got a bit inspired- what advice would you give for writing a story with both a nonlinear timeline and a highly unreliable narrator, each kinda caused by the other. Like, how would you write it in a way that works with a character who does not know what the fuck is going on with anything because he's a master at lying to himself, and have a timeline that jumps around, but still easy to follow and that makes sense? I hope this isn't an overly confusing way of wording the question, I can clarify if you need. Thanks!!

Nonlinear Narrative and Unreliable Narrator, my beloved(s). My first and overall piece of advice would be to remember that it still has to be a coherent story that the reader can follow, even if you later plan to pull the rug out from them in regard to whatever is really going on. It depends on how many time jumps you have, if you start at a climax and then flash back to various other times (think the "this is me, you're probably wondering how I got myself into this situation" opening, where you open in the middle of the conflict and then rewind to before it happened, and then jump back and forth between the flashbacks and the present), and whether this is also split between multiple POVs. You don't have to signpost everything, but you should give your reader some clue to figure out which timeline each chapter and/or section is taking place in. For example, maybe you could write the flashbacks in past tense and the present-time narrative in present tense, or otherwise play around with style.

You should also think about why you want the story to be nonlinear, and how you're going to use it to build suspense. I.e. right now I'm reading The Terror by Dan Simmons, which effectively switches between timelines (past/present) and characters in order to build tension and suspense about what's going to happen, even though it's based on a true story and we know overall how it ends up. If, as you note, the unreliable narrator is causing the nonlinear narrative and vice versa, why is that? Christopher Nolan's films usually play with this conceit to some degree, such as Memento, where the protagonist has short-term memory loss and has to reconstruct what happened via solving clues left by his past self, or Tenet, where the film is literally going backward and forward in two timelines at once.

Of course, you don't need to get this complicated, but it does help to think about how you're going to structure the story and what is happening in each timeline. For example in OMM, Dream's captivity by Burgess is the present-time narrative, while we simultaneously flash back to how he and Hob first got together and then how things went wrong. Therefore, even in a "Hob rescues Dream" fic where you know essentially what's going to happen, that allows me to build suspense and create more points of canon divergence. It's also a good way to build your reader up to a cliffhanger in one timeline and then cut back to the other one, especially if you're leaving clues in each narrative that will help solve the overall progression of the story and/or any plot hooks or mysteries you're setting up.

As for unreliable narrator: first, you need to decide HOW they are unreliable. Are they telling things to the best of their ability, but there's some reason that even they don't consciously know about as to why that's not the truth, or are they intentionally (or even maliciously) deceiving the reader? In your case, i.e. with a narrator who is constantly lying to himself, what is he lying about and how does that manifest in the story? Is he narrating basic empirical events correctly but lying about plot points, emotional beats, interactions with other characters, etc? It's especially sneaky if your narrator is telling the truth about some things but not about others, as that will keep your audience guessing. As noted, you need to establish (to yourself, and then slowly reveal it to the reader) why the narrator isn't a good judge of whatever is really going on, and if that's because they genuinely don't know any better (why?) or because they're being a dick.

On that note: you have to give your reader the ability to slowly become aware of the narrator's unreliability, and to leave other clues in the story pointing at what's really going on. I don't want to spoil/point out exactly what's going on in TUSS, but people have already picked up some of the clues pointing at the fact that what Hob thinks to be the case is not necessarily what has happened (or is happening right now). You can't write an entire book/fic of one thing happening, and then in the last few lines be like PSYCH it was totally this other thing that was never hinted at or foreshadowed at all. (Think the Game of Thrones Bad Ending strategy, where they're so focused on outwitting the audience that they basically just make up shit that had nothing to do with the entire story they were telling beforehand, and/or suddenly dropped major plot points or did a hatchet job on them.) Even if your reader is mystified on the first go-round and doesn't totally get it until the Big Reveal where everything clicks into place, they have to be able to re-read it with the ending in mind and go "ohhh, I see that now, I see what's coming, I SEE YOU, TINY CLUE."

Basically: the story has to be coherent even if it's playing with/subverting the traditional narrative structure, it has to have separate timelines that tie into/reference each other and effectively build suspense, it has to have a narrator who's unreliable but an author (you) who knows what's going on and how to reveal that to your reader in stages, and it has to have an overall way to do/synthesize that without either excessively signposting or being too vague and confusing. Ahem. Hopefully that is helpful?

[izzyspussy]

re: confusion yeah that's part of why the witch noir books end/start where they do. i'm sort of doing the nonlinear thing instead of a multi-POV in one book? so a POV switch per book rather than back and forth in chapters or sections. and also of course because All Of That in one would make a heinously long book lmfao. but CTM is "this is where these characters come in to the plot" and GV is "but this is where these characters come in to the plot" & moves it forward a bit ofc and TVP is "this is why these characters are absent from the plot" and LC is "and this is how the plot is resolved".

but yeah flashbacks are really tough to get the balance right with! CTM also has a lot of dream sequences (because Eddie has premonitions) that Eddie - and the audience, for most of the time - doesn't know if they're past, present, future, or just nightmares, or who is or isn't there, etc. but! it's supposed to be unsettling and uncomfortable and unbalancing and frustrating etc etc so i'm not that worried about it. but my first draft isn't finished yet, so i haven't had any feedback on it! so i guess i'll find out how much i have to change in regards to that when the time comes lol. why does Gabriel's POV fluctuate back and forth like that? is it straightforward flashbacks, paralleling timelines, or something else? (also i love present tense)

i guess i am technically fantasy in that witch noir is paranormal (and ig witches specifically are usually more associated with fantasy, or at least witches that are good guys certainly are), but i'm basing my "typical word count range" ideas on the expectations for horror. you are right though fantasy is even longer! honestly i don't think i could write a high fantasy novel, nevermind a series. the other books i mentioned originally are romcoms (with some horror aspects in NJU) though so they'll have to be quite snappy lol. what genre(s?) are you writing in / cohering to for LIBAW?

okay that structural symbolism stuff is SO FUCKING COOL. !!! i don't have anything else to say really that's just so intricate and awesome and i love it so much. i hope your readers pick up on it all and scream and cry at you about it (or if not at you then at least somewhere you can see them do it) aksfjks.

i also have a "chart" of sorts for tracking things, but it's a bullet journal so it's all cute and shit (i won't use it if it's not cute smh) and so that i can have it next to me on my desk and i also put all kinds of other data in it as well. primarily i'm using it to make sure i'm adequately foreshadowing, and/or to remember clues and set-ups that end up in the draft spontaneously and aren't accounted for in the outline, but it has a word count actual vs word count goal/projection page as well (although i do have to update the projection tbh).

Saw a post about act structure earlier and it got me curious about the structure of y'all's stories. I have a two-act structure (Life in Black and White), a three-act structure (Supernova) and the rest of my projects have pretty atypical structures. The Dotted Line is kind of anthology format, in that there's an overarching arc that goes through the whole story but beyond that, each chapter has its own standard (seven point) structure, so it's really more like a bunch of short stories tied together by a thread. I won't even get into my docufiction projects, because they're docufiction, so they're organized like nonfiction despite being fiction. Tell me about your projects' structures, I'm interested!

[the-dream-team]

Can I Try Again

Another ridiculously fluffy one-shot for @efkgirldetective's summer of jily week four prompt: picking berries // I know I've kissed you before, but I didn't do it right // the entire song, pink in the night <3

She is beautiful and he is in a perpetual state of falling. Down and down and down the goddamn rabbit hole, but somehow the further James plummets, the brighter his life becomes. It’s the kind of brightness that blinds him- somewhat painfully- and leaves his vision spotty, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Lily Evans walks ahead of him, a spring in her step, sunshine pouring through her hair. She’s cut it short for the summer, just above her shoulders, and he’s mesmerized by the way it bounces around her neck as she walks through the gardens of his family’s home. It’s an image he’s played over in his head an infinite number of times, but his rosiest daydreams don’t hold a candle to the real thing. The afternoon light hits his glasses just right and suddenly there’s a halo of glowing stars framing her as she tucks a dark red strand behind her ear. He can’t even see her face, but it doesn’t matter. I could stare at your back all day.

He is the luckiest boy in the world and every moment is made up of the sweetest form of torture. Agony and exuberance whipping his heart back and forth like a rogue Bludger.

She must know, he thinks. Must have some sort of clue that she’s occupied every corner of his mind for well over a year now. Even more so now, after the platform. He wishes more than anything for the ability to read minds as she glances over her shoulder with those startlingly green eyes, that friendly grin.

He can’t help but smile back- or maybe he was already smiling before she even turned around. It doesn’t matter. By some miracle, she’s here, and he can only marvel at the kindness of fate.

***

It had been a passing comment. One of those early morning conversations as his friends frantically scribbled out unfinished essays while shoving waffles down their throats. Chatter muffled by mouthfuls of eggs and yawning. Remus had commented offhandedly about the fruit bowl being passed around, and then-

“Oh, raspberries are my favorite.”

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t already looking at her when she spoke. But truthfully, he was always looking at Lily, a habit he’d long since stopped fighting once he realized how fruitless his efforts were. She was beautiful and he was hopeless. Simply lucky to be in her presence. She was the sun, and he, but a lonely planet, entirely reliant on and endlessly seeking out her light.

Sirius spoke the words James should have if his mind hadn’t gone fuzzy from hearing her voice.

“You know, the Potters have a raspberry patch in their gardens.”

“Oh, really?” She glanced from Sirius to James with a brilliant smile and excited eyes, so purposefully glued to his that he had to duck his head and rake a hand through his hair to hide his heating cheeks.

“That’s right,” he said more to his plate of sausages than to her. “They’re usually ripe to pick by early August.” When he peered back up, she was still looking his way.

“You should come over this summer and take some off our hands,” said Sirius casually, turning towards James as if it had been his idea.

“Yeah,” he jumped in a little too eagerly. “I mean- if you’d like, you’re more than welcome.”

Her smile widened, rounding the apples of her cheeks in a way that made his stomach flip pleasantly. “That sounds like fun.”

He assumed she’d forget the conversation, it had been just another morning, just another casual chat among housemates, but that didn’t keep him from daydreaming about the potential of a far-off day in August rather incessantly during the following months. But then as the school year ended and summer rolled on painfully slowly (and Lily-less), an owl arrived. And her handwriting crawled across the page like a message written in the clouds.

***

Lily swings the woven basket back and forth in her pursuit of the best raspberries. There’s already an impressive bounty growing in her basket, far more than he’s managed to collect- too busy watching her kneel down and pluck berries off their delicate branches to pick any of his own.

He turns to a leafy bush, green and lively and swaying slightly in the warm breeze, and quickly pinches off a handful of berries in an attempt to catch up with her. When she spins around, he’s thankful for the distraction. A minute earlier and she would have caught him staring. Again.

She smiles pleasantly and brushes her fringe off her sweaty forehead with the back of her wrist. James’ heart leaps into his throat.

“You’ve been quiet,” she says, but not accusingly.

“No I haven’t,” he responds, voice gravelly from underuse. “Just been busy picking raspberries.”

She glances at his measly basket, then back to his face with arching brows and an amused smirk.

He can’t help his own guilty grin. “Alright, Evans, I’m sorry we can’t all be unreasonably talented at everything we do.”

“It’s berry picking, Potter,” she laughs, “not advanced Arithmancy.”

In retaliation, he plucks a raspberry off of the nearest branch and playfully throws it at her. She somehow has the gall to lean her head back and catch the goddamn berry between her teeth. His brain short circuits. He’s quite certain his jaw is on the ground. She acts as though this is no big deal, swallowing the fruit with a satisfied smile, her tongue brushing her lower lip before tossing another into her mouth.

“Oh, these are delicious!”

He can’t form a response even if he wants to. Even if it was a matter of life or death, which it sure as hell feels like. He can only stare at her mouth, at her lips stained raspberry-pink, and lose himself in the knowledge that he knows how they feel against his own- even just briefly.

***

The platform teemed with students stretching their legs after the long journey home from school, saying their goodbyes to friends as their families greeted them for the summer.

A pit sat in James’ stomach- heavy and demoralizing- the entire train ride back to London. He knew she’d be gone soon. Back with her parents in Cokeworth for two excruciating months before their seventh year began. He’d taken their close proximity for granted during the school year, and as he faced a summer without the promise of her warmth, he wondered if it was even possible living in the dark.

He laughed loudly at a joke Peter told, overcompensating for the fact he’d missed the punchline while his thoughts were spiraling over her. Sirius shot him a look that suggested he wasn’t doing a great job of masking his emotions. Had it been so obvious the entire way home? Could she have noticed the despondency in his eyes, heard the heavy thumping of his heart? He rolled his eyes at Sirius and mustered up the most unbothered smirk he could manage.

But then, without warning, she was in front of him.

“Alright, Potter, don’t let your head overinflate while I’m not around to keep you grounded.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Evans,” he laughed, thankful his voice sounded steadier than he felt. “Just so long as you promise to consider switching your loyalties to Puddlemere. There’s no way the Harpies even make it to the semi-finals this season, and I can’t bear seeing you heartbroken again.”

“Oh, piss off, Potter,” she replied, but the way she threw her arms around his neck seemed to argue she didn’t mean what she said. Instinctually, he hugged her back, and thank Merlin he had her to hold onto as the wind was knocked out of his lungs at her touch. An overwhelming warmth sparkled across every surface their bodies met, and it took every ounce of control he had to restrain the truly pathetic sigh that threatened to escape his throat.

“And I haven’t forgotten,” she spoke into his shoulder, breath hot thorough his t-shirt, “you promised me berry picking this August.”

It would be impossible to miss the rapid beating of his heart through his chest pressed up against hers. “I’m already counting down the days.”

When she pulled back, hands resting on his shoulders for a beat longer than expected, his body moved faster than his brain could keep up with. He leaned forward, aiming for her cheek, but miraculously landing against her mouth- connecting for the briefest of moments before parting again, as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened between them. If it weren’t for the ghost of her lips still burning against his own, he might have thought he’d dreamt it.

“Lily, I’m not waiting any longer, we’re leaving, now,” came the unpleasant voice of her sister from across the platform.

Lily’s disoriented smile faltered slightly before she composed herself again, meeting his eye. “I’ll see you in August?”

“Yeah, August,” he somehow said with his mouth still tingling, forever changed by what they now knew.

***

The memory of her lips, how they feel pressed between his smile, is harder to ignore when they’re in front of him. He can remember the warmth where they touched him over a month ago and absentmindedly he brings a raspberry to his mouth so he can imagine how she must taste.

His emotions were hard enough to control before he knew what he was missing, but now they are impossible to reign in. He forgets how to breathe, and as a result, his head spins maddeningly. Unsure of how much longer he can stand up straight without making a fool out of himself, he walks forward and lays a hand on Lily’s back- partially to lead her forward, partially because the desire to be connected to her in any way is driving him mad.

She lets him guide her through the rows of bushes, under an ancient wooden archway, and across a courtyard of blossoming poppies and forget-me-nots enclosed by walls of hedges. Yellow and purple petals reflect brilliantly in her green eyes, creating their own fields of wildflowers within her irises. He walks her towards a wide, circular fountain in the middle of the grass where bubbling water spills over onto stone tiers and pours into the basin below, its floor littered with glinting coins, dancing under the water’s rippling surface.

He sits down and she follows suit on the stone ledge surrounding the water, partially shaded by an impressive plum tree. Cool droplets spray off the fountain, refreshing like summer rain singing I love you, I love you, I love you. Lily glances his way and he wonders if she can hear his thoughts.

“Are we finished picking berries?” she asks, eyes squinting and nose crinkling in the sun.

“I figured you had enough to feed a village.” He reaches over and grabs a raspberry from her basket and she gasps in faux outrage.

“Are you really stealing my raspberries, Potter?”

He adores his name on her tongue. “My apologies,” he says, pulling a silver Sickle out of his pocket and sliding it over to where she sits. She looks at him like he’s lost his mind. “For your troubles. Go on then, make a wish.”

“Oh!” Her eyes light up and she takes hold of the coin, lifting it to her heart as she closes her eyes in search of a wish.

He thinks he could look at her forever. Happy, sunkissed, an unconscious smile playing across her lips. With her eyes shut, he uses a minute to take a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing heart and compose his dopey grin. They’re sitting close together, knees almost touching with the basket of berries between them. As she tosses the Sickle behind her shoulder, he smells the faint scent of her vanilla shampoo.

She noticeably tries to hide her smile when her eyelids flutter back open.

“What did you wish for?” he asks, unable to stop himself.

She freezes with her eyes locked on his. A pink blush spreads across her cheeks, growing darker the longer he stares back at her. “I can’t tell you,” she says, words sounding choked, “or else it won't come true.”

Her flushed face awakens something in his chest, a confidence that blooms magnificently, turns his nervous, pattering heartbeat into a steady, powerful drum.

His voice drops to a hoarse whisper when he asks, “Can I guess?”

Her breath hitches. “I think you might already know, James.” Her words, the sound of his name, melts him down to a puddle. By some miracle, she continues speaking. “Look, I know I’ve kissed you before-”

“But I didn’t do it right,” he says frantically, his hands finding her face and brushing through her hair. He starts to understand why people advise against looking directly at the sun because being this close to her fills him with such astounding emotion he thinks he might explode. She stares up at him, blush deepening, lips parting, and he takes a ragged breath. “Can I try again?”

This time, when she smiles, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

He leans in slowly, letting their breath mix together, their noses bump lightly before he closes the space between their lips. She’s soft and warm and beautiful and radiant and he’s never felt a happiness quite like this one, never experienced a kiss this perfect. His fingers travel over her scorching skin and brush her neck as he deepens the kiss, tasting the raspberries on her tongue, his heart soaring as she responds blissfully until they’re both left breathless.

“And again?” she asks, pulling him back with a smile against his lips.

“And again,” he smiles back, marveling, once again, at the kindness of fate.

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Days 73, 74, and 75

of @the-wip-project’s 100 Days of Writing

73. Are you a plotter, a pantser, or a plantser? Would you like to be different than you are?

I have seen these terms. I have discussed them at length with writerly friends. But they never mean what I think they mean. I hate pants, for one, but I still put them on most days. And I really am winging it about 85% of the time. Most of my favorite writing happens spontaneously when I’m trying to write something else. But I also love outlining whole plots around those mostly-pantsed snippets, and my detailed outlines very easily become first drafts as I keep filling in the parts of them that interest me (always out of order, mind). So I guess I’m a plantser? I do like plants.

74. Share a dumb line from an old WIP.

Oh. I have A LOT of these. How will I choose?! 

Here’s a bunch of dumb lines prompted from a Discord convo about members of the Inquisition playing DnD (of course, Dagna would DM) that I’ll probably never get around to finishing (this is how Cullen finds out and then subsequently asks to be allowed to join...):

“Who has been moving things around on the War Table?!”

“Cullen…!” Josephine squeaks, looking uncharacteristically surprised. And a little bit guilty.

He narrows his eyes at her. “You see everyone who goes in or comes out of there…right?”

“Well, yes, but…”

He begins to loom over her desk and Josephine leans back in her chair.

“So...who was in there last night?”

“I promised not to tell.”

“You promised who?!”

“If I said…”

“Ambassador, please!” He throws his hands up into the air. “This is a matter of Inquisition security!”

Josephine laughs. “I assure you, it is not.”

“Cullen…” Leliana strolls into the office with three cups of coffee balanced next to a stack of reports. “There’s no need to interrogate her.”

“So you are aware? That she’s been allowing people into the War Room at night?”

“Of course.”

“And…?”

“Just some much-needed recreational fun for several members of the Inquisition.”

“Recreation...? On the...the War Table?” Cullen looks less angry now than he is somewhat horrified, and perhaps a bit intrigued.

“Yes. They needed a large, flat surface.” She smirks, handing him one of the cups. “I was the one who suggested the War Table for their weekly...appointments.”

“I can speak to them about leaving things the way they found them if that would be more agreeable to you, Commander?” Josephine offers, smiling slyly and winking at Leliana as she grabs her own cup of coffee.

But Cullen doesn’t even seem to hear her, his whole face reddening as he considers Leliana’s words. “W--weekly?”

“Tell me, Cullen...how often do you play chess?”

“That’s entirely different!”

“I don’t really see how chess is that different from Dagna’s tabletop role-playing sessions…”

75. Do you write in past tense or present tense? Why do you prefer one?

I do both. I think I used to prefer past, especially for DA because of the ‘historical record’ vibes it allowed me to play with, but then I switched to present by accident one day (probably in a frenzy to write down some dialogue or some smut that just devolved into stage directions), and now almost everything I’m writing is present. It’s hard when I go back to work on WIPs that are in past. I really do think the different tenses take your brain into different spaces, and there are also times when/where mixing tenses can be very effective, like to signal some kind of shift in the narration or the POV character’s voice or for flashbacks or flash forwards, etc. I firmly believe that tense, like almost every other aspect of language, is something to be played with!

[seijohsfairy]

𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝙳𝙾

It’s not easy to get your big brothers’ attention when all they seem to care about is their mutual love for things. It’s also not easy to get that the main thing that drives them is their mutual love for you.

.wordc. 4k tw incest, dubcon, manipulation, fellatio, bit of masturbation of all three .note. 🌱 nonnie, as soon as i started writing an answer to your ask i realized this was going to be long, so I decided to just make it a full fic so thank you!!

It’s always like this. The three of you barely talk and you quickly retreat back to where you came from with your feet dragging. Go nii had been obsessed with volleyball from the start, but ever since Hajime nii got added to your family when you were still little, it had only multiplied in intensity year by year. The both of them. And with Hajime much closer in age to Shugo, not only did you lose your best friend to the damn sport, but during their teen years it even seemed like they resented you for trying. You wanted to join in with your brothers like any younger sister would but the ball didn’t seem to agree with you.

And any time you tried they’d laugh it off or told you they couldn’t practice with their little sister because they had real matches to play already. Big brother business. Anything that didn’t include you became big brother business in your mind, and therefore untouchable. Volleyball was one, so were old horror movie nights or going to the gym together.

When you finally got to highschool and Hajime was freshly graduated he offered once, but you declined— couldn’t accept knowing that you’d be compared to Go nii in his mind; now away at uni and having the time of his life. You hated it most when their business consisted of fights though. Because for as much as they got along, there were just as many things in which they didn’t.

Screaming matches about each other’s behaviour towards people; one too loose and one too rough, about the future, about who didn’t help enough or didn’t care to think before acting. If Hajime left for California then who the hell would help out mom and dad. If Shugo thought that way then why did he move to Tokyo.

They solved issues by violently clashing heads and you just couldn’t keep up with them in that either, too sensitive and kind and cautious to ever pick a side, which only made them more mad. They smoothed things out so easily though, leaving you behind in the dust so easily too. The quick tempers and wild accusations cooled down over the years, for better or worse.

By the time Hajime came back from his years abroad, they were already back to being the best of buds, and perhaps unsurprisingly— forgetting all about you in favor of more volleyball, more practice, more hard work. By then you’d long come to terms with it.

In their absence you had formed more as a person yourself, a more bubbly, bright individual compared to the shy, skittish girl your niichans had left behind when they went into highschool all those years ago and pretended that you weren’t part of their little circle. You had friends, had cycled through a few boyfriends, you enjoyed your classes well enough and uni life wasn’t all so different from what you’d experienced in highschool.

Which is why you— out of politeness, they hadn’t visited any of the previous years either— sent your big brothers new years invitations this year too. Along with your close knit group of friends and some of their plus ones, some old classmates and the stray ex because you can. Your parents had left the house in your care for the week, leaving you with plenty of time to throw a little party.

So of course, you didn’t expect them to actually show up. You can basically hear the murmurs swell in volume when the door glides open, your big brothers always standing taller than most people. You turn over your shoulder so quick you almost pull a muscle, glancing over the casual clothing of two men who you haven’t seen more than a few days this entire year. Not in person.

You almost want to smile at the characteristic frown Hajime wears, and the slight upwards curl of Shugo’s lips as people take them in. But you break from conversation with your friend to weave between the people towards them, the clicks of your heels drowned out by the music. As you get into view, Hajime spots you first, uncrossing his arms from his chest to take you in.

Shugo is only a breath behind though, darting forward and lifting you up into a hug as he smiles. “Hey, little sister,” he presses a surprisingly soft kiss on your cheek before you signal him to put you down, “there’s our favorite girl.” It’s not like you don’t know your big brothers are this big or fit, but it has been a while since you got your face smushed to his chest.

“Go niichan, Hajime niichan, what are you two doing here?” you mumble blankly, ignoring the way the oldest gives you an up and down.

“You invited us, didn’t you?” Hajime responds, also pulling you into a hug too. The heavy, dark smell of his cologne overtake your senses as he holds you in place a bit too long, filling you with a wave of nostalgia. But still you frown when you pull back, ignoring the pricks of eyes on your back or the people talking. It’s not every day you meet two national level athletes, not even you get that luxury. “We got a few days off for the new year before game season starts, we figured we’d spend some time with our big little sister. You’re so old now,” he grins, grabbing your fist when you try to pound it into his chest.

“Shut up,” you grumble, tucking your hair behind your ear as you send them both looks, “you two are old.”

“Not too old to put you in your place,” Hajime laughs, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together until your lips pucker and he holds you still, though you cling to his arm and try to push him off. But you’re more taken aback by the overly friendly hello, you feel like you haven’t had that for years. “Be nice, your niichans missed you. Just be glad we all got to be here for a few days at the same time, Shugo’s always fucking busy lately. But this year it’ll be all us.”

The straightforward explanation comes with an easy breath of air when he lets you go, but for some reason you still feel a bit on edge. Why didn’t they let you know they’d be here in the first place, or at least your parents? You pretend not to notice the way Hajime’s eyes fall to your exposed legs for a few breaths, before he looks around the room.

“O- Alright, I guess.” You look around for your friend between the people who’ve long gone back to their chattering and drinking, then back at them. Their sharp jaws and the heavy feeling of their gaze on you, it all feels so much heavier than what you remember it to be. It makes your cheeks and ears feel a bit warmer, filling your chest with the feeling of anticipation. But that’s stupid, because even with all of that, these are still just your big brothers.

The ones who used to bounce you on their knees to make you giggle and teach you how to swim in summer, and the ones who held your little hands when walking home from school along the big street. They aren’t strangers, you have to remind yourself. “Welcome home. Sorry for the amount of drunk college students, I’m sure you would’ve liked some people your own age to talk to but I wasn’t really expecting you to come.”

Shugo grins wide though, as he places his large palm on your head and purposefully messes up your hair, leaning down towards you. “It’s alright, we really just came to see you anyway.” He brushes your hair away from your face to take you in thoroughly once more, licking his bottom lip once. “You’ve really grown. Even prettier than when I last saw you.”

You don’t even pay attention to what he’s saying, only that his face so close to yours makes your hairs stand up, looking down too quickly. Hajime grumbles something about ‘hogging you’ under his breath to which the oldest just chuckles, but you’re so tense. And you’re an adult yourself, but you hate how much smaller you instantly feel when compared to them. How the hell did you get stuck with two older brothers that seem to take joy in making you flustered.

You hate that the alcohol in your system is making their smell seem so good and warm, and you hate that you feel heated under the glances that they send you. You hate that somewhere in the back of your head you ache to show off to them just how much older you’ve gotten, and how much better you can keep up with them now. “Let’s get some shots. Just the three of us, like a happy family,” Shugo suggests after a bit, and you can just nod along when both of them take your hands and weave through the people in a little row. You completely miss the way Hajime glares at anyone who dares to look at you walking past, because you’re too focused on the heat that envelops your palms and fingers.

+

You must’ve been an idiot to think one night of change would’ve changed them around so quickly. But they’d been so kind, so accepting and caring just a few hours ago, even cuddling you in their laps and switching you around each time one of them had to get up, that it’s hard not to remember how much you missed it. How much you missed them being so close to you, even though you thought you’d gotten over this years ago.

But no, last night of them whispering compliments in your ear and making you the center of their entire world, only made you so much more desperate for their approval. You can’t spend another ten years trying to get over the fact that your brothers are constantly leaving you in their dust. So when the two of them spend the entire morning going on a run and giving each other tosses much like a flashback straight to your teen years of missing them, you feel so… helpless.

The thick, needy sense of belonging digs into your ribs and sits there, heavy on your heart as you watch them laugh and talk, even more when Hajime nii only sends you a little glance, but no more. Is it really so wrong that you just want things to be like they used to? It’s when they come in and talk straight past you about something that you can’t laugh along with that your heart gets trampled a little more. And by the time the afternoon rolls around, you can feel that gash in your sensitive soul fester.

So it’s not really a surprise to you when they’re chatting over some new, pretty actress on the couch across from you, Shugo showing pictures on his phone, your heart breaks wide open. It shouldn’t be a surprise to them either. You stand only to push his phone from his hand and watch it drop to the leather, before angrily fisting your hands into the fabric of your shorts.

“Pay attention to me already!” you sneer, brows pulled so tight together it hurts. “You’re still treating me like a little kid even though you said- you promised- it’d be the three of us. You’ve ignored me for years and now that you’re finally home again, you still don’t wanna play with me or show me you love me.” Tears well up in your eyes as you stare at them both, flicking between both blank expressions over and over.

And you hate how small and pitiful you sound, but really— it only makes sense to come full circle. “What did I ever do to make you hate me so much,” you cry as your eyes squeeze shut, now bringing up your hands to rub your tears out over your cheeks, ignoring the splotches of wetness. “You probably don’t even remember that we used to get along so well, you u-used,” sniffles interrupt you every few seconds, but you can’t keep the words in.

Years of neglect taking a much heavier toll than you ever thought. “You used to play with me every day. I want that back!” And then when you drop your shoulders at their silence, you do your best to stop crying, but it hardly works. “Please.”

It’s only when you’re pulled into someone’s torso that you notice that they’ve already moved from the couch, Shugo’s huge body wrapping around you and patting your head as you try to pull away out of instinct. He doesn’t let you, grabbing your arm a bit tighter and keeping you in his arms as he rocks you on your feet a while, only letting go when Hajime clears his voice. “Told you.”

His hand finds your shoulder instead, turning you from one chest tucked into his instead, and lets out a deep breath. “Hey, don’t cry. We don’t hate you at all, alright? We just-”

“Can’t ever get along when it comes to you. We’re both… a bit too attached to you. We stopped hanging out with you for your own good,” Shugo finishes, a frown marring his handsome face when you look to the side in Hajime’s arms. You stay quiet as the last of your tears dry on your skin and you suck your bottom lip between your teeth, both men sending each other a glance over your head. Making up now won’t make up for what you’ve been missing. Softly, fingers come to your waist. You shiver when Shugo rubs little circles through your shirt, then letting them slip under your shirt and trailing up.

“Niichan,” you breathe.

“You said you want us to pay attention to you, that’s what we’re doing.” He trails his hand up your spine more as you try to pull back from Hajime’s hug, but he keeps your arms right in place wrapped around him. Pretty eyes darkening when he takes your face in under his chin, warm cheeks and tears still glistening on your lashes. Lip swollen from biting them. Before you can even understand what’s happening, his lips are on yours, grip loosening on your shoulders so he can cup your face.

He kisses you softly at first, then harder and much deeper, and you whimper when his weight leans into you more like he’s trying to melt you into a puddle on the floor. His tongue pushing at your closed lips as Shugo nii grabs your hips and glides his hands up and down, pulling your waist back towards him. And warmth rushes down to low in your belly without you being able to help it.

“I-” You only get one split second to catch your breath before Haji nii dips down, pushing his tongue into your mouth again and sucking on yours, while another pair of lips suddenly presses at the crook of your neck. Dragging soft kisses over the skin as he paws at the edge of your shorts, pulling your hips against his.

‘Niichan,’ the cry is muffled and lost in Hajime’s kiss, before his hands too start roaming and rubbing over your chest through your shirt, one dipping lower to slip into your shorts. You pull away and stare at him as his fingers rub circles over your panties, while Shugo nii presses his center against you and rolls his hips. “Wait— no- what are you doing?”

Hajime cups your sex in your shorts as he hovers his face above you, pupils blown out as you struggle to hold in a moan as he moves his hand just right to have your pussy throbbing with want. So does the press of the big, hard cock being rutted against your ass, fingers teasing at the inside of your thighs. “You used to beg to be our wife so sweetly,” he breathes, and though you want to push at him that your little game of house didn’t count for shit, “always wanted to get married to your big brothers.”

He kisses you again, as Shugo’s large hands make work of your shorts by letting them drop down your legs, and pulling the panties to the side. “My turn,” the words are pressed softly against your neck, before he spins you around and captures you in a kiss too, this one messier than Hajime’s. He’s warmer and instantly tangles your tongue with his to lick and suck, fingers between your legs collecting some of the wetness already forming.

And you know it’s wrong for your big brothers to touch you like this— want them to touch you like this— but it feels so good. You can’t help but whimper into his kiss as his rough fingertip slides between the slick folds and then up to your clit. “I know you want to,” Shugo mumbles when he pulls back from you, his lips a pretty, swollen pink, “know you want to have your big brothers’ cocks to fuck you. No one else satisfied you before, huh?” The smug grin on his face when you moan again makes him look dirty, and only makes you wetter.

No, they didn’t, they weren’t- them. You know that’s not a thought you should have, looking around for Haji nii for help. He is just done peeling off his shirt and pants, only left in boxers in front of you. Hard lined muscles and a little line of dark hair leading into his underwear, you moan as you push yourself back on Shugo’s hand. His cock is hard and thick, even hidden by the dark fabric, and you stare for what must be a while, because it makes him chuckle.

“We can’t,” you say though, “Go niichan, you can’t,” looking back into Shugo’s bright eyes as he pushes the finger into your pussy and then flicks it right back out, which makes you whine in desperation.

“Our little sister is a fucking slut, look at her,” Hajime mumbles when he makes his way back to you, leaning over your shoulder to press his chest against your back and tilts your head back to kiss you too, pressing his hard-on into your hip and rocking his center against you. Squeezed between your two niichans as they grab at your tits and ass and finger you right in the living room, no shame on their faces. “Always fought over who’d get to fuck this pretty pussy first.” Hajime’s fingers reach up to tangle in your hair to give him more access to your throat, ignoring how you shake and squirm at the pleasurable feeling of their hands on you.

Your pussy sounds so wet that each teasing curl of his fingers slips right in with a little squelch, your cheeks heating up as you roll your hips into them to get more. It doesn’t take long for Hajime to get impatient with your hesitance though, slipping your straps off your shoulders and tugging your top down to reveal your tits with a growl, grabbing them.

“Beg for your big brother’s cock already. Say you want to get fucked like the little slut you were when we weren’t paying attention to you, whoring yourself out to others because you couldn’t get fucked by who you really wanted, huh. Thought we didn’t see you come back limping like you got done being fucked not an hour ago. Thought we wouldn’t want to have you that much more?”

A second finger slips inside your hole enough to stretch you just that tiniest bit, but not nearly enough, you just want to drop yourself on his hand and have his long fingers all the way inside you. “But you still want to get married to us, don’t you? Need your big brothers’ cocks and cum filling up that slutty hole to be happy. Our little sister’s a brother fucker,” Shugo adds, pulling his hand away and ignoring your whine. He slips his fingers inside his mouth with a little hum, then grins at you when your lip is pulled between your teeth. “Hurry up and give Hajime his answer, he’s been wanting to do this for so long.”

“Shut up, so have you,” he says, nosing your neck as his thumbs roll over your nipples, making you curl back against his strong body and pressing your thighs together. You instantly miss the friction of Shugo’s rough fingers on your slit. “Beg for it or you won’t be getting anything,” he whispers then, and you almost cry out when his hands leave you too, both men taking a step back to regard you where you stand.

Panties drenched and shirt below your tits, a pathetic, little sight. But as Hajime palms himself through his boxers, Shugo also starts undressing, giving you more skin, more muscle, thick thighs and the most delicious cocks hidden only by a flimsy bit of fabric.

You can’t help yourself from dropping to your knees as they both start jerking themselves slowly, blinking up at them. “Please.” Even with your voice a bit croaky and your chest rising and falling so quickly, gushing down your thighs, you want them. There’s no point in lying. Your hand is already between your legs, rubbing at the puffy nub at the sight. “Please let me have your cocks. Haji nii, Go nii,” your little voice growing louder when Hajime spits on his hand and slips it into his boxers, moving it more rapidly up and down his shaft.

“Niichan, want— want you. Wanna feel you warm and big inside me, please.” ‘More,’ Shugo’s eyes seem glint as he watches you, as if watching you flick your fingers over your clit in front of them still isn’t enough. So you get on your hands and knees and crawl towards them, stopping at Hajime first, his ears flushed and brows pulled together as he watches you, watches you push your tits together and pout.

“Please let me have you in my mouth, oniichan. I’ll make you feel really good, promise.” You pull at his boxers until it reveals his pretty cock, flushed at the tip and drooling as he squeezes his hand a bit tighter. You reach out for a few licks before you moan, pressing a kiss to the head. You look up and at your other big brother, his huge cock tenting the fabric as he watches the two of you with an amused stare. “Please, Go niichan. Touch me.”

Then you open your mouth and swirl your tongue over the pretty, pink head of Hajime’s cock and slot your mouth over it while looking up at him, watching his eyelids flutter as you suck. His hand moves to roughly grab your hair and pull you down a bit more, making you tear up. But you dutifully glide your lips down his thick cock more, moaning as he grunts. “So fucking pretty down there. Take your big brother’s cock like a good girl.”

And you only notice Shugo has moved when he’s helping you onto your knees, kneading your ass between his strong, rough fingers and making you shiver. Hajime bucks further into your mouth once he hits the back of it, keeping you there for a few seconds as you struggle not to gag around him. “No— fair, why do-hng- you get to go first?”

He lets you up then, letting you cough as spit drips from your mouth and connects it in little threads to his cock, before Shugo’s taking out his cock and rubbing it between your legs. Hot and huge, rubbing the head over your clit as you whine. But he just grins. “We’ll take turns, Hajime,” his voice deep and calm as your pussy flutters at the rubbing of his fat cock over it, slick making the flushed head glisten, “but I am still the oldest. Only makes sense.”

[scoundrels-in-love]

for the ask meme: 9, 32 & 49 please!

It’s only been 10 days... It’s only a guess which ask game you sent this for...! ^^; (I am basing it on the fact I read the questions and mused about them for this whole time so I am probably right about the game.) @nossbean

9. What are your favorite fanfics?

Oh no. Oh no. I could and should write POSTS upon POSTS about this.

But I haven’t, because I don’t have the energy to. So you get a cheat version of some of my random favorites from my last pages of my AO3 history. And few special shout outs.

@angel-deux-writes Worth is a wholeass gem and I haven’t commented yet, but I binged it basically today (with exception of first chapter) and I can’t stop yelling about it internally, because the way she says things!! She always has some of my favorite Brienne characterization I get so envious over. There is strength and pride in it, and vulnerability and fear and the acknowledgment that her self-loathing is unfounded yet how hard it is to defend yourself, even knowing all that. I could write essays about it and Angel’s stories in general. Anything by her is a treasure trove, truly.

@samirant Rush Me All Night Long is a fascinating concept, so very well executed and absolutely captivating. Makes me go slack-jawed with awe with how seamless it is. And beyond the craftsmanship of the story form itself, the contents are absolutely epic, too. Intrigue, growth of relationship, dash of humor that is right up my alley, lot of good other characters with their wonderful insights... Nothing to add or take away. Just great. And you KNOW you should check rest of her writing out, too. You won’t regret it.

@ajoblotofjunk is back with another subtly, but powerfully in-depth world story with Baby I Will. How many professions has she gotten degree in already? Because the way she weaves art of playing in bars is so organic. And oh, the connection between Jaime and Brienne... Electrifying, a storm that starts as static sparks as they brush past each other. And I can’t wait to watch it grow. (Also shout out to her absolutely beyond epic gift to me, Petrichor. Which is mindblowingly great and written at haste I cannot comprehend. It couldn’t be more tailored to me and I tear up just thinking about it.)

LadyRhiyana’s Stray Sparks II is the perfect example why I tell someone at least once a week “I wish I could LadyRhiyana this”. Her absolutely amazing skill to capture a whole setting, a whole world of emotions in sometimes as few as 5 to 10 sentences (and not the 30 word sort!) is just... Mesmerizing. I admire it so much and am typically absolutely enamored by her stories. Crossover is also in my history and I am absolutely head-over-heels for it.

@kurikaesu-haru Thirsty is the most endearing, captivating way to combine the two meanings of the word and I adore it to pieces. It’s fun and emotional and hot, and everything it could possibly need to be and then some, in best way possible. And her works contain more and more of gold mines, truly.

@firesign23 is a treasure, to this fandom and to me in particular, for many reasons. But her skill to devastate me with short stories is truly something else.  Odd Socks (link to one of my favorite of the lot, but do give them all a read if you haven’t!) is what I have in my history, but I rec her as a writer 1000%. Her prompt fills are always poignant and not shy of ache and I can only marvel at them all. But also how could I miss out on mentioning her two breathtaking recent stories for fic exchange? Hold Steady is a Journey without ever leaving Winterfell, but the miles traveled by weary, worried, longing hearts in it... Oof. And, of course, I have to mention by hearts and hands made fast because it’s for me and it made me cry real tears more than once (!) and actually yell in real life, like no other story. Real and complicated as the characters deserve to be told, painful and comforting, absolutely breathtaking in the prose... I could rant for days, truly. And truly, wherever you look at her work, you’ll find more of it.

@aviss Skin Deep is just gem, gem, gem. Am I biased because she wrote for me, in a sense? Maybe. But she ACED it in ways I can barely comprehend. Everything I could wish for in the concept is there and more. Sweet pining, absolute besottery and realistic realizations and then hot, earnest resolutions... What a gem. As is rest of her works, really!

32. Past or present tense? 

I used to be such a past tense snob. Nothing else for me, no sir. But now I write almost exclusively in present tense. I can’t tell when the shift happened, I think when I was 20 or few years older than that, and I don’t know why, I think I read a good fic, like really good one, and also was trying to bypass my writer’s block by switching it up. And I found a certain freedom in it. A sense that it makes sense for me to go deeper, to be in present turmoil and wax poetics about it for few paragraphs. Because it’s currently happening, instead of retelling if something that has been. It freed me more in past tense, too, though.

It’s odd I don’t remember how and why the shift happened, almost makes me feel sad.

Nowadays I mostly write in past tense because I get too caught up in flashback sort of sequences and can’t make it grammatically correct anymore so I switch everything to past tense. Tomorrow (with you) is prime example.

49. Where do you draw inspiration from? 

Anything. The other day, I was bitterly laughing with a friend I could write a piece about stain on floor, create whole 1-3k word story about someone thinking about the stain, etc. Doesn’t matter if it has funny shape or not, known origin or not.

Most often, though, it’s prompts, it’s song lyrics, it’s some kind of thought/belief I have for character that I want to express/see them through some kind of event in way I think they would. Sometimes, it’s specific setting or watching something. Like, there was one (1) almost head-kiss in a kdrama with secret identities and I created a whole 10k word worth story idea off of it... Sometimes, it’s honestly even just a dumb, dumb post. But yes, music/feelings/prompts, I’d say are the main thing.

And as for inspiration drawn for writing itself... That’s a difficult question for me, right now. In kindest, non-rambly way I’d probably say what other people have lived and written.

Send me fanfic question?<3

[marvelmymarvel]

Serial Killer (Part 5)

Keigo Takami x Ex-Hero!Todoroki!Reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Synopsis: After being held captive by the LoV for over a year, the heroes realized that they had messed you up in ways no one would expect. You used to be a hero, but now you were the villain. What was Keigo to do with you when you couldn’t even remember him anymore?

Trigger Warning: Abuse

A/n: BACKSTORY TIME BITCHES - 

READ FIRST:

Narrator is Keigo (So he talks about himself in 1st person) and is bolded. The readers flashbacks based on what Keigo says are in italics. So imagine its Keigo talking to you in bolded and then you have flashbacks in italics. 

It began when you were 4. You didn't have the most powerful quirk especially when compared to your older brother and sister as well as your slightly younger brother, but your father didn't seem to give up. He pushed you harder and harder to be the best of the best as he was worried that you were all he could get, which I think is good enough but... That doesn't matter. You told me once that you only knew your mother for a couple of years, but the main memory you had of her was that she was always crying. Your father kept you away from all of your siblings. You were so isolated in fact that you didn’t even know you had a brother until Mother's day of one year, which is when you met Shoto, your fathers chosen one.

At first you were jealous of him, being only 5 years old, you didn’t understand why your father chose him but kept you away. This caused you to resent him which is when you began to prefer Yagi, er, I mean All Might even more. You first met your father's enemy at a party when you were around the age of 7.

It was held at your father's penthouse and you were allowed to be there for some reason that you didn’t quite understand yet. All of the pro’s around you made you feel so small and afraid, but then you saw him. He was bigger than everyone else, especially your father, but you were drawn to his red, yellow, and blue costume. You knew he was someone your dad hated, but you couldn’t help but yearn to be closer to him. Your little fist reached up and grabbed the edge of his cape before lightly pulling. Some of the women around you gasped, as if you had done something wrong, but the man simply turned and smiled down at you.

“Well hello there little one!!” Yagi yelled out, causing you to flinch in fear that you were in trouble. Seeing your reaction, he lowered his voice and squatted down to match your height. “What's your name” he stated calmly, grabbing your little hand that still grasped his cape. “I’m Y/n... I’m the daughter of Endeavor” you whispered out, growing shy once more as the women scoffed behind him. Your cheeks reddened but the man turned and sent a glare their way. “She’s just a kid” he stated firmly and that was all that needed to be said for the women to shut up. 

Turning back to you, he shook the hand he was still holding. “I’m All Might... Your dad and I grew up together and went to school together. I’ve met your other siblings, but you’re definitely one I haven’t met yet. It’s very nice to meet you Y/n” All Might said sweetly as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. Your cheeks reddened more as you bashfully shot a smile at him. All Might giggled at your reaction before standing up and looking around. “What do you say we find your dad?” 

Your dad was pissed to see that you had met All Might and that you were more excited about All Might than your own dad. It made things worse between Enji and you, and you were further excluded from everything. But no matter what your father did, he couldn’t stop you from drawing All Might and placing him around your room. You proclaimed that it made you feel safer when your father was angry or you were left alone with only the maid to take care of you. When it came time for you to go to highschool, your father didn’t let you apply to UA, claiming you weren’t worthy enough for the school. So you decided to try for Shiketsu like your sister did before you. 

Through your years at Shiketsu, you managed to control your powers and rise through the ranks in the school. When people talked about how cool you were to be Endeavors daughter, you’d laugh and brush them off. Because you hated it. One day you told someone how you wanted to be All Mights daughter, it was a joke, but something in you switched. 

The bags scattered around your room were the first sign to Enji that something was going on. “Where do you think you’re going” his voice boomed in your room, causing you to tense up by your bed. You couldn’t tell him. Couldn’t tell him that you got All Might to mentor you in Tokyo. Clearing your throat, you zipped up the bag and turned to face your father who was now standing in front of you. He towered over you, something you were always afraid of. But not anymore.

“The school is requiring that we get mentoring from a pro-”

“Then I’ll do it” Enji scoffed, offended that you wouldn’t ask him first, but your glare only burned brighter at his words. How dare he. He acted like you were nothing special and that Shoto your baby brother was going to be the only one to succeed in this family. It was bullshit. 

“All Might is going to be my mentor” you hissed out, pushing past your father to grab your other bag and keys.Your dads hand grabbed your wrist all while the heat from his hands began to burn your skin. “LET GO OF ME YOU MONSTER” You screamed out all while trying to rip your poor wrist from his giant hand. The flames on his face grew brighter as he yanked you to him like a ragdoll. “Listen to me you little bitch. If you leave and go to All Might I will never claim you as my daughter again” He snarled in your face as the spit from his mouth landed on your face, causing you to cringe at the disgusting feeling. You were used to his spit on your face, but not anymore.

“I never wanted to be yours in the first place” you snapped back, squaring up your shoulders ready to fight him if needed. Your palms were ignited in blue flames, a warning for him to let you go before you burned his house to the ground. His blue eyes seemed to burn more at your words, but you were done with it all. Shoving your leg up, you managed to knee him in the groin before punching him in the jaw. He flew back a bit from the force, slightly shocked at how strong you had become. You grabbed your bag and ran out the door. You had no money, or food, and only a couple outfits...

But you were free.

It took about 4 hours to get to Tokyo. It would have only taken 3 hours, but you had to beg for money for a straight hour just to get a train ticket. It was embarrassing to beg for something you always had, but you instantly felt a bit of relief at the sight of Might tower in front of you. You were surprised that he had agreed to mentoring you, considering you were his rivals daughter, you’d figured he wouldn’t care about you nor remember you. But he did remember you and he never forgot the fear in your eyes when you saw Enji. Fathers were supposed to protect their babies, and while All Might never had kids, he knew that you deserved better.

You walked in there with such vigor and pride despite having to beg and plead for money only 4 hours earlier. The secretaries didn’t see the pain behind your eyes, but All Might did. When you entered his office, he immediately knew that you were on your own and that you didn’t leave Endeavor peacefully. It was in that moment that All Might took you in and you learned his real name, Yagi Toshinori. You were only 17, so Yagi didn’t think of adopting you... But he wished he would have saved you sooner.

You moved into Yagi’s giant mansion and were slowly but surely shown the love of a father. You didn’t know what love was at first, but Yagi was determined to not only mentor you, but also show you what you deserved. I mean, that's why you chose me afterall, I’m the sweetest you’ve ever had - OW OW OKAY! Sorry, I’ll continue. 

We met while you were on duty with All Might. You were about 18 and had just graduated Shiketsu. All Might instantly offered you a sidekick position and you of course said yes. Well, I was trying to fly around and practice, when my coat got caught on a street light and I fell in front of you. Guess you could say I fell for you-OW Stop hitting me! 

Anyway, you helped me up while All Might laughed behind you. At first I was embarrassed because the number one Pro-Hero was laughing at me, but then I saw your face and how angelic you looked. Your smile was so pretty and your e/c eyes sent a wave of warmth through me as you helped me up from the ground.

“You should really be careful friend” you purred out as you bent down and grabbed his ripped jacket. “Sorry you ruined your jacket, I’m sure you can find someone to sew it up-”

“My God you’re an angel”

You froze in your place, looking at him confusedly while handing him his jacket. You let out an awkward laugh as you looked back for All Might to help you, but he was gone, leaving you alone with the creepy bird guy. “Uh... Thanks?” You questioned, not quite sure if he was kidding or hit his head. You then realized instantly that he didn’t mean to say it at all. His cheeks heated up and his jaw dropped, “I SAID THAT?! OMG” he screeched out, causing you to wince at the high pitch. 

But then you laughed.

It was genuine and airy, something that took the boys breath away. “You’re funny, I like you” you teased before shooting your hand out for him to shake. “The names Y/n, I’m being mentored by All Might. By the looks of it, it seems like you’re also training, hope it's for good though!” you proclaimed out as he took your hand and shook it slowly, he let your hand drop but the feeling still burned in his hand. He let a smile form on his lips at the last part, of course he was a good guy! He was trained all his life to be.

“I’m Keigo Takami, my hero name is going to be Hawks and I hope one day to do two things” he stated firmly, finally feeling his confidence come back at your red cheeks. “And what are those two things Hawk's” you stated, shoving your hands into the pockets of your suit. It was a special place that cooled down your overheated fingers, a must when using your quirk this much. 

“Oh thats easy, to be number one hero and to meet Endeavor”

I could tell instantly I said the wrong thing to you because your cheery aura turned into something much darker. It felt heavy, sad and deep, as if the name I said had hurt you before. I asked you what was wrong, but you shook your head and backed away from me, muttering something about how you had to go. I never got your number and I thought I would never get the chance to talk to you again. But then a year later, I got another chance. It was a party for the pros in Tokyo, I had risen the ranks quickly with secret hopes that I would see you at such parties. Then I saw you, standing by the bar as you ordered a girly drink to go with your girly dress. I came up to you, set on making things right and finally getting your number. 

“So what did I say that made you run?” a voice cooed in your ear, causing a mixture of cool and hot to circle in your stomach. You turned around with the drink in your hand, ready to face the man you couldn’t stop thinking about for all the right and wrong reasons. “Hmm?” You hummed out innocently, dipping back the cocktail glass to allow some of the cold liquid into your mouth. The alcohol instantly burned your throat, reminding you of the way your father used to grip your neck with that same level of heat. 

You gulped deeply, trying to forget the man that still haunted you all while staring at the new man you couldn’t seem to stop thinking about. “What do you want Keigo” you muttered out, tired of him just standing there and staring at you. You subconsciously looked around the room for Yagi, but couldn’t find him anywhere. You were alone in this. 

Shit.

A soft hand grabbed your wrist causing you to flinch and rip it away. “Don't touch me there” you snapped, pulling your wrist to your chest as if he burned you. Keigo’s eyes widened at your reaction, he never meant to hurt you, he just wanted to apologize... That was it!

“Listen, I apologize for whatever i said to you that day. To be honest with you, I haven't quite gotten you out of my head and I was hoping maybe I could try again?” He stated sweetly, his red wings folding in a bit closer to his body. He hoped to look small to you and like someone who was not a threat. You bit your lip at him, finally realizing that your reactions, while justified, were over the top. The man in front of you was not your father.

‘You have to learn to trust again, Y/n... That's the best way of letting go of your dad’ Yagi’s words floated through your head as you looked Keigo up and down. You took note of him trying to look smaller and your heart lurched a bit. 

He was trying to get you to trust him.

Your shaky hand moved outwards, as if asking for him to grab it. He moved slowly, not wanting to scare you again before taking your hand in his. A smile broke out on his face as he stepped closer to you. Your breath caught at the smile on his face. It was so pretty, you thought as you dipped back the glass and downed the rest of the alcohol. For once, you didn’t think of the heat in your throat as your fathers punishment, you thought of it as the way Keigo was looking at you.

Hot and full of passion.

He grabbed your glass and set it down on the bar before pulling you out to the floor. “Shall we dance the night away?” he asked in your ear, causing a shiver to rip down your spine. The alcohol in your tummy felt heavenly and it was starting to make your head feel the same way all while Keigo's hands gripped your hips in order to center you. He began to waltz with you before spinning you around. The smell of your shampoo and perfume mixed in his nose, making him feel euphoric as your body moved with his. You were trusting again, you would trust this man and you would let go of your father.

No matter what it took.

After that night, we began dating. You told me slowly about your past and I calmed down my Endeavor love for you. I didn’t want you thinking I would choose your father over you, because I loved you and only you. Endeavor may have gotten me through my shit childhood, but you opened my eyes. You showed me what love was truly like and I showed you that no matter what you could trust me. I proposed to you a year after that night, you of course said yes and we decided to get an apartment together. It was the first time away from Yagi and you were scared, but you jumped for me. 

And then he took you from me.

The fact that I wasn’t there to save you from that villain, sickens me. You trusted me, and yet I wasn’t there to save you. I don’t know what they did to you there but I hope to get back at them for it. You are my princess.

And no one touches MY princess.

Not your father and not a lowlife villain. I hope you can trust me again, even if I let you down. I hope you can love me again, even if you can’t remember it all. I just hope that one day, we will get back to normal and start a family like we planned before it all went to shit. But until that day happens. Know I’ll be there to for you.

Every step of the way.

[marvinswriting]

dream

ITS HERE!!!! TINY DAMIAN IS HEREEEEEEEEE!!!!! GIANT JANIS IS HEREEEEEE (but also bear writes fucking bomb ass giant janis fics go check hers out)

Prompt: Damian has a (longish?) dream where the roles are reversed and gets a new appreciation for Janis I literally love this prompt thank you smallsoysauce ily drink water

Damian doesn't remember falling asleep but its the only reasonable explanation for this. What was he doing before he fell asleep? 

Maybe watching a movie with the group?

Whatever it was, he defiantly passed out.

This had to be a dream.

How else could he be standing on the tiny pick up zone in Northshore then? Not at the zone. On the zone. The same platform where he typically saw Janis was the platform he now stood on.

There was simply no logical explanation other than a dream.

Right?

It felt fucking real.

The hallways were huge. While they were typically wider and longer then other schools Damian had been in, they were enormous all around. The tiny 'hallway' Damian stressed about Janis using everyday looked all the more daunting at this size. Damian peered over the edge and immediately took a couple of steps backward. 

Holy fuck. That's high.

Janis sat up higher on his shoulder, how did she do it?

He leaned against the wall, glancing down the tiny hallway. He's seen it before. Janis gave him a tour on facetime once. It's sketchy all right. It almost made him want to stay on the platform.

What time was it even? It was day, Damian could tell from the window at the end of the hall. Is it after school?

Do classes even work in dreams?

As if to answer his questions, the bell rang, screeching louder then Damian recalled it being and-

Oh fuck oh fuck. 

Nope.

Nope.

Damian preferred the empty hallways. No way- nu uh.

He pressed himself against the wall as other tinies passed by, getting picked up like seemingly normal for them. 

What the fuck-

Damian stepped away from the wall slightly, glancing around at his giant fucking classmates as they walked past. 

"Hey, dude. You ready?" A familiar voice said from above him.

Holy fuck.

Janis, who normally could fit in his hand, now stood at the hight Damian should be at.

"What-" He exhaled.

"You okay? You look like you saw a ghost?" This new giant Janis clearly was unaffected by the size swap. 

Did Damian somehow fall into an opposite dimension? Was there a normally tiny Damian now giant and dealing with a tiny Janis? He better not drop her or anything.

"I'm-" It's just Janis. Why are you so freaked out? 

MAYBE BECAUSE I'M FOUR INCHES TALL.

"Fine. I'm fine."

Despite the rollercoaster, his mind was going on, Damian gave a thumbs up and stepped closer to Janis.

Half of him wanted to book it to the tiny hallway and hide but the other half knew that Janis wouldn't hurt him.

But now the reckless fucking tiny is a gia-

No.

Janis wouldn't hurt him. 

He felt guilty for even letting his mind wander to that.

Janis looked down at him with a look Damian couldn't quite read. "I don't believe that you're okay." She said. "But we have class to go to so I'll push later."

She lowered her hand to the tiny platform, and action Damian had done so many times before, but he couldn't help but step backward as a giant hand was placed next to him.

Holy fuck.

Is this how Janis felt every day?

Damian, despite himself, hoisted himself onto Janis's hand as she had done to him so many times before.

It felt weird, being at the other end of things.

When he held Janis, he could feel her weight, every change in position, every sudden movement. But now? 

Janis's hand was warm. 

It wasn't a bad thing, just- different. The heat radiating off her hand was nice. It felt like when he held Janis cupped in his hands, but this time the heat surrounded him.

Janis had always just run hot despite her shivering under layers of jackets.

Then, Janis moved her hand and- holy fuck. 

That felt new.

Like when a car hits the gas as soon as the light turns green and you kinda slam back into the headrest because your body didn't move as fast. 

Janis raiser her hand up to her shoulder and it took Damian a second before- oh.

Shoulder.

He hesitantly stepped off Janis's hand and onto her jacket. He got close to her neck so he could hold onto the jacket collar. 

Janis thinks Damian has done this before- maybe he should tell her "hey something wrong this is new please be careful when you walk", but before he could vocalize anything along those lines, Janis was off.

It- it wasn't actually that bad.

Janis walked briskly, but without a bounce. She weaved through crowds without bumping shoulders, something Damian always struggled with. 

"Janis! Damian!" A voice called out behind them. 

Janis spun on her heels with a speed Damian didn't expect and he gripped her jacket collar tighter. 

There stood a giant Regina and a tin- wait. Giant Regina? She had a tiny Gretchen on her shoulder. Were everyone's sizes just flipped in this dream, alternate reality, fucked up scenario?

As if to answer his question, Gretchen spoke.

"Aaron took Cady and Karen to their class. Walk with us?" 

"Of course." Janis laughed, waiting for Regina to catch up. 

Damian sat on Janis's left shoulder and Gretchen was on Regina's right so they were able to sit close to beachgoer and talk as the two giants-who-should-be-tinies-but-they're-not walked. 

Damian tried not to look at the ground. 

He was no one to be afraid of heights but he was starting to see how Janis got hallway anxiety. 

"So, Damian." Gretchen turned to him, beaming. "How has your day been?"

Damian shrugged. Since his 'day' has consisted of ten minutes of fear and confusion, he can't give a proper answer. "Its been pretty par." He lied. "You?"

Damian never held small talk with Gretchen. This new alternate universe was weird. Wait-

Was he, Gretchen, Cady, and Karen some odd alternate TSS? Is that why they were friends?

Gretchen went on about how annoying English class was and about a girl she found cute and- holy shit.

They were a Walmart TSS.

This realization was short-lived in glory as Shane Omen approached Janis and Regina.

Guess not everyone switched heights.

Damian could feel Janis stiffen underneath him. That was weird. Damian didn't know Janis could feel him get tense and relax. No wonder she was so quick to pick up when he got stressed.

"Hello, Regina." Shane smiled. "Dyke." He shot to Janis, smile gone. 

"I'm not here to pick a fight, Shane. Not right now, I have a class to go to." Janis said. Her voice was low and it made Damian want to leave her alone. 

Shane obviously didn't feel the same.

His eyes landed on Damian and Shane grinned.

Damian did not like that.

No matter what, Damian could never say he knew how Janis felt as a tiny. But after being literally looked up and down like a toy by Shane Omen- Damian didn't want to be able to know how it felt.

"Shane." Janis's voice was dangerously low. A tone Damian didn't even recognize. "You try anyhing and I'll-"

Janis didn't get to finish her threat as Shane shoved past her and Regina. Damian yelped as the shoulder underneath him jerked.

He could see Gretchen in the same situation out of the corner of his eye as he free-fell backward.

Flashbacks to the time Janis fell off his shoulder ran through his mind.

She had gotten so hurt.

Before Damian could brace for impact a hand scooped underneath him. 

Janis didn't even bother to make sure he was okay before gently dumping him onto Regina's hand next to a similarly disoriented Gretchen and storming down the hall.

"Shane Omen!"

"Where-" Damian shook his head as what just happened caught up to him.

He had fallen.

But Janis caught him.

He didn't fucking die.

And now Janis is gone.

"Where's she going?"

Regina shrugged. "Probably to break Shane's nose again."

Again?

Gretchen grinned. "Oh my god remember the video that went around from last week? I don't think I've ever seen Janis as pissed as when she found out Shane fucked with Cady."

Well yeah, who wouldn't be pissed.

Regina laughed, apparently thinking about this video. "It was so funny because Shane couldn't fight back. God forbid he hit a girl. He just had to take it."

"Probably the most satisfying video I've seen in a while." Gretchen agreed.

There were cheers from down the hall and Gretchen sighed. "We're gonna be late to class."

Regina shook her head. "I'm gonna have to call my dad and get him to pull strings again. Janis is definitely gonna get herself expelled one of these days. What would she do if my parents weren't major donors to school?"

This is a normal occurrence?

Damian knew Janis threatened to beat a lot of people up, but at her size (or, her old size) it wasn't very intimidating. Guess giant Janis follows through.

"I don't understand how its always Janis getting in trouble. Shane's done worse than broken a nose. Remember what he did to Karen last year?" Gretchen asked.

Oh god, what did he do to Karen last year?

Regina made a face. "Don't remind me. I think a broken nose wasn't enough punishment. I would have killed him. At least Janis has control."

Gretchen shook her head. "Dropping poor Karen five feet in the air. It's a miracle she survived."

Oh, what the fuck?

The bell rang and Regina shook her head. "I never liked study hall anyway. Let's go find Janis."

The second Regina started walking Damian learned very quickly that not everyone walks the same way. Regina swayed more, she walked purpose rather than speed. 

It felt so weird to be able to pick up on these things and notice. 

Regina didn't have to walk far before Janis emerged from the crowd, a red mark on her cheek. Regina gasped. "He hit back?"

Janis shrugged. "I can take a slap. You should see him. Fucking ass hole I was gonna kill him I swear." 

Her eyes lower to Damian and the anger in her features disappeared. "Hey," She said softly, stepping forward and gently scooping him out of Regina's hands. "You okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Damian asked, despite the adrenaline rush triggering his fight or flight.

"Because you've been acting off today. I was already worried about you before, I did not need you free falling to solidify it."

God, it sounds like Damian is just talking to tiny Janis.

Damian grinned. "I'm okay. Really." 

Janis nodded. "How about we don't sit on my shoulder for a while. Fuck Shane Omen, we can't trust him. It's nap time."

Damian only realizes what's happening a split second before it does as Janis lift shim to her jacket pocket. 

Damian slips in effortlessly. He's had Janis in his pocket so many times. This was all new.

He popped his head out and watched Janis pin something to the other side of her jacket. Upon closer inspection, Damian realized Janis has her own white pin. This one had a small heart painted on it. 

Damian's heart melted as he sunk back into the pocket. That's so cute.

He'd never been in a pocket before. Sure, he wondered what it felt like, but this was nothing like he expected. He could tell why Janis liked it so much. 

Despite what you may think, it's roomy. The fabric pushes down on him but not in an uncomfortable way. Like a swaddled baby. Janis's heart beat is astonishingly loud, but comforting. 

Between the adrenaline crash, the steady beating of his best friend's heart, and the sway of the jacket as she walked, Damian found it hard to stay awake. 

He didn't fight it. This was a weird dream that felt creepily real, but Damian was ready to be full-sized again. He doesn't know how Janis does it. Ten minutes and he's out like a light.

-

"Damian if you don't wake up right now I'm letting Regina push me off the coffee table again." A voice called out.

"I'm more then willing to do so! There are no pillows to break her fall though."

Damian groaned opening his eyes to see a tiny Janis standing on his chest, arms crossed.

"You sleep too long."

Damian blinked, trying to figure out what's going on. 

Tiny Regina and Aaron at on the coffee table. Giant Cady was messing with the remote and the TV, giant Karen and Gretchen were taking selfies.

So it was a weird dream.

"Damian?" Janis sounds a little concerned." You okay?"

Damian grinned, scooping her up as he sat up. "You're so small!"

"Gee, thanks."

"No! I love it!" 

"Janis, I don't think he's okay." Regina said.

"Helpful." Janis rolled her eyes. "Are you sober or not?"

Damian grinned. "Sober as fuck."

"Doesn't seem like it."

"I just missed you like this." Damian said.

"Like what? You just fell asleep. I've been here this whole time."

BONUS: "Damian wake up, the school day is over." Damian popped his head out of Janis's jacket. "Jan, I just had the weirdest fucking dream." "Shoot." The girl above him said as she made her way to her car. "I was big, and you were small. And Regina and Aaron were tiny too. Everyone who's tiny was giant and we all just watched movies and stuff." "Well, I take it since your imagination is back you feel better?" "What?" "You were acting really odd earlier. I was worried." "Oh," Damian thought for a second. "I don't remember that." Odd.

@realmisspolarbear @musicallygt @sourishlemons @smallsoysauce

[arcanelucario]

Hi, I’m Troy McClure ArcaneLucario and you may remember me from such fanfics as Linked Through And Throughout or Always or for some reason from A Second Chance. Or perhaps you know me from my Twitter or Instagram or I dunno...maybe even one of my YouTube accounts or Imgur or god knows where. Or maybe you don’t know me and just happened to stumble across this post in a drunken rampage across Tumblr when looking for art for one of your ships that actually makes sense as opposed to the absolutely terrible ones such as KacChako or KiriBaku or AruAni or whatever else which you see people for some rarted reason ship and try to cram down your throats. (oh boy I can smell the hate already...y’know...despite the anosmia)

Or maybe you remember me from this post from March of this year (2019 for you cucks from the future...or past) in which I claimed I was gonna write a text post detailing everything that’s gonna happen in His Warmth...and then didn’t.

Well,

And so, below the oncoming read more link thingy I will attempt to recall everything I have planned for this fic so far. And I guess this post not only works for you, but also works for me because I’ll have everything written down so I can check back here for reference. Anyway, spoilers ahead so this is your last chance to turn back should you wish to remain unspoiled for the day I finally get back to writing His Warmth. Oh and I’m not just doing this cuz I feel bad that some people said they wanted to see this and then I never got round to writing it.

Okay I lied, this is your last chance. Anyway, lets get to it. Welcome to the world of His Warmth.

So far in the fic there’s only 2 chapters: The first introducing us to the characters and the school they are attending, and the second starting off with a flashback and then back to current time, but you guys knew that already. Just for the record, at the start of chapter it says the flashback takes place 5 years prior, but I’m gonna change that to 8 years instead because the ages make more sense that way and also cuz I’m bad at maths and stuff. I’m also probably gonna change the ending of that chaper, cuz when I wrote it I kinda rushed the ending and regret ending it the way I did, but maybe I won’t. Who knows? Probably not, sounds like a lot of effort.

Now for shit you don’t know, whoooooo.

In the oncoming chapters, what I’m thinking is I’ll attempt to build a friendship between Annie and Mina as I intend on making them be best friends, (probably) re-instate the friendship between Annie, Reiner and Bertolt and then rekindle the friendship (and crush that Eren has) between Eren and Annie. I’ll try to do this in actually realistic way that is doable in a high school setting, and there’ll likely be a number of (small-ish) gestures from Eren towards Annie that reaffirms her of her feelings towards Eren, ones she hadn’t had since her younger years. These won’t be anything crazy, just stuff like perhaps a small gift or buying her something to eat when everyone’s hanging out in a group, or giving her a hand with something. I dunno...well actually that’s a lie, I sort of have an idea. At some point I’ll also have Annie start sparring with Eren again and teaching him her moves.

To be honest I don’t actually know how long all that is gonna go on for, but eventually we’re gonna come to the start of some conflict. One day Annie will come into school acting differently than before. She’ll be quieter, more tense than usual and have a sort of afraid energy about her, and she’ll be covering her face with her hood. She’ll approach Eren and order him to fight with her, which Eren will notice as unusual because usually she’ll ask to spar, not order to fight. Instead of talking with Eren, Annie will just lead him to their usual sparring spot, and they’ll begin their usual routine. Not long after though, Eren will notice that Annie’s attacks weren’t the same as they usually are, instead they’re switching between strong and precise hits with the intent to cause pain, and weak and sloppy ones that are nothing like her. At some point Annie’s hood will fall off, and Eren will realize the problem. Annie’s face will be revealed to be bruised and scarred, signs of abuse. That’s right, I’m making this one of those fics where Annie’s dad is the bad guy. At this revelation, Annie’s attacks will become more hectic and uncontrolled, meaning Eren can find an opening and stop her from fighting, which he will do. Eventually Eren will be able to capture Annie in a hold, and she’ll sort of calm down soon after. She’ll beg Eren not to ask what happened (though he’ll have a bit of an idea), and Eren will ask Annie what she’s gonna do next, and tell her if she wants to, she can crash at his (and Mikasa’s) house. For now, Annie will remain undecided but she’ll vaguely respond, and then follow Eren back to school...and then promptly disappear.

After all that, Annie will start skipping school, and to everyone’s knowledge she’s not been going home since that day, and on the days she does go to school she’ll avoid everyone. This’ll lead to Eren, Reiner, Bert and Mina following her after school, trying to figure out where she’s been staying. Turns out, she’s been hiding out on the streets because she had been afraid, and didn’t know what to do or where to turn, who to trust. Reiner, Bert and Mina will all try to offer her their help but Annie won’t make any decision. After they leave, Eren will once again offer a place at his house, and they’ll discuss hypotheticals which Eren will figure out aren’t actually hypotheticals. Annie will tell Eren she’ll think about it, but for now to let her be, which he’ll do.

The next day at the end of school, Annie will finally approach Eren again and ask if his offer is still open, and that she accepts it. So Eren will go with her to the place she’d been staying the past few days, get her things and then take her to his house. And this will be the start of a whole new chunk of the story. Having Eren and Annie live together will be a very interesting dynamic to write about, and I’m honestly excited for when I get to do this. At first, it’ll be awkward for the both of them but over time they’ll get used to it, and it’ll be sort of like a couple who had been living together for a long time.

Anyway, in this first day of Annie staying with Eren, there will be some awkward stuff between them, and the two of them won’t exactly get along but Annie will learn to get along with Eren and throw him a bone. After all, he is helping her in her time of need. Oh and something will happen that will lead to Eren and Annie sharing a bed. Also, along with this chapter there’ll be a flashback to a time in their childhood where Eren had stayed the night at the Leonhart household. 

Now in these chapters we’ll have lots of fun stuff, and there’ll come a moment where Annie realizes she does actually have a full on crush on Eren, but that now isn’t the time for her to act on her feelings and that things could become weird otherwise. There’ll also be a chapter that involves Historia, Ymir and jealousy. Not gonna say anything more on that part. Unless you want me to?

Next up we’ll come to a Christmas chapter, where Eren and Mikasa will go stay with Grisha for Christmas, and Eren will invite Annie to come along, who will reluctantly agree after a bit of convincing, initially not feeling that she should attend another family’s Christmas. This is gonna be a pretty sweet chapter in my opinion, and if I remember correctly I believe I have at one point ages ago talked about a little bit of it in the EreAnnie Discord. Anyway, in this chapter Eren is gonna give Annie a present, one that is gonna mean a massive amount to Annie, causing her to temporarily have a strong emotional reaction and have to take a step outside. Eren will follow her shortly after, and will notice something about her, and in this moment the two of them will realize that they don’t just have crushes on each other, but are actually in love...though neither will actually admit it (or actually maybe Annie will have realised this in a previous chapter, I can’t actually remember atm). But in an attempt to cheer Annie up, Eren will get in a snowball fight with her, and this will work, and will lead to a moment where Annie considers kissing Eren, but at the last second decides not to. After this, they’ll head inside and Annie will take part in the first of many annual Yeager Christmas photos where they wear silly sweaters.

The next chapter or two will likely be something fillery (or maybe not and I’ll just skip ahead to the next thing) and then we’ll come to a valentine’s day chapter, where for the whole time Annie is wondering if Eren has got her anything, and if so, what? At the end of the chapter Annie will force Eren to reveal what he’s done, and it’ll turn out that he hasn’t actually got her anything, knowing that Annie wouldn’t have actually wanted anything, and also that it would be weird since they aren’t dating. Because of this, and also to repay him for everything else he’s done, Annie will make a surprise move and will out of nowhere kiss Eren on the cheek, but close enough to the point where their lips will slightly touch. This’ll of course freak Eren out, but he’ll calm himself down quick enough. And no, this doesn’t mean they’re dating, that’s still a bit off. Also, along with this chapter will be another flashback, one that takes place before the previous flashback.

After this I believe it takes us to a pretty big time-skip, and we’ll come to summer vacation (I guess)? So there’ll be a plan for a beach trip with everyone, and so one chapter will focus on insecurities that Annie has about herself and her body (which will involve a brief flashback), and so Eren will have to help Annie regain her confidence...and he’ll sort of accidentally peep on her when she’s trying on her bikini or whatever. And then the next chapter is the actual beach episode chapter, which may or may not involve a reference to a Brian Hyland song. This chapter will also involve a small fight between Eren and Annie, and then a disaster will strike. Not gonna say what, but just know it’s gonna be pretty god damn big, like tears will be shed (in the fic, of course). This will lead to Eren and Annie leaving the beach early, and everyone else agreeing that Eren and Annie need to admit their feelings and get together, and fast.

The next chapter will be about the aftermath of the beach trip, and might possibly create some tension. There will also be a reference to a Barenaked Ladies song. Anyway, after a few days, Eren and Annie’s friends will have thought of a plan to get the two dorks to admit their feelings, so it’ll go along the lines of something like Mina talking to Annie about whatever, and then she’ll bring up stuff about Eren and talk about Annie’s crush on him, and nag her to the point that Annie accidentally has an outburst where she admits that she’s in love with Eren. And at the same time that this is happening, Mikasa and Armin will have just happened to have brought Eren to the same place where Mina brought Annie, and Eren will overhear Annie’s confession. He’ll want to go to her and talk about it, but Mikasa and Armin will convince him to leave it till later, when they’re alone. And so, that night before they go to bed, Eren will ask Annie to wait up, and he’ll hint at the fact he overheard her confession and will cause Annie to start shouting at him. At first it’ll seem like she’s angry at him, but Eren will quickly realize that it’s not anger, it’s her passion and feelings coming out, that this is just because she loves him, and that he loves her back. One thing will lead to another and Eren will confess to Annie and interrupt her with a kiss, and then they’ll end up doing adult stuff and having sex...or doing taxes...I’m not really sure what happens in there, never really paid much attention in sex-ed.

ANYWAY, after all that lovely jubbly stuff, the two lil fukin dorks will fall asleep in each other’s embrace, content at their newfound relationship status. The next day they’ll officially start their relationship together, and will enjoy the stage of their relationship which I believe is referred to as “the bubble”, at least according to Parks & Rec. From then on we’ll have a bunch of adorable moments between them, and they’ll be much happier.together, which everyone will notice.

We’ll then maybe get a bit of filler, or perhaps I’ll skip time again, and something will happen in our lovebirds relationship, and I mean something big. Annie’s dad would have secretly started trying to reach out to Annie again, but this isn’t something Annie has revealed to Eren, creating distance between them. Eren’s protective instincts will sort of take over him, and he’ll accidentally get mad at Annie, saying she should have told him. They’ll fight, and Annie will freak out and attack Eren (causing either bleeding or a black eye, probably a black eye) which she’ll feel guilty about, but before either can properly react, she’ll grab whatever of her things she can and run back home to her dad.

Now broken up, there will be a lot of distance and tension in Eren and Annie’s friendship, and Mikasa will start to get real protective of Eren and will kinda dislike Annie. Eren will be depressed as hell, and I’ll have a little segment where Levi (one of the teachers at the school) will question what’s going on, at which point Petra (his wife and the school counselor) will walk in and tell him. I’m actually considering having Petra be a counselor for a few students throughout the fic, but I’m undecided on that as of now.

Anyway, for a lil bit we’ll have all this go on, and we’ll have a chapter detailing Annie’s perspective after all this, which will involve her back at her dads, but things will take a dark turn again, and Mr Leonhart will once again hit Annie, at which point she’ll finally hit back and break his leg (or something like that), but then she’ll run away from home. At first she’ll run to stay with Reiner and Bert, but her dad knows where they live and will find her there so she’ll run again. I might have Annie stay on the streets for a couple more days, but all I know is she’ll think about her options, and that the only thing she can do is go back to Eren.

So, that will happen. Annie will run back to Eren’s house, and on the way will run into him. She’ll start to trip over her words, and will panic and try to run away, but Eren will catch her and bring her inside. I’m not saying he’ll instantly forgive her, but he will realize that she’s scared and alone and needs to have someone there for her, and that someone has to be him. We’ll have some sweet moments, reminiscent of earlier moments from the story, and I can’t think of the words to describe it but...it’ll be pleasant. Eren will tend to Annie’s needs, and will help her understand that he’ll always be there for her, even if they aren’t together. Eventually, Annie will get super drowsy, and so Eren will carry her to his room where he’ll put her to bed, but before he can leave, Annie will beg him to stay with her and sleep in the same bed again. At first Eren will turn it down, but then will now realize the true nature of his relationship with Annie, and the true nature behind everything that has happened. This isn’t everyone else’s regular relationship, it’s their’s, and it’s so much bigger than what he previously thought. So, Eren will do what she asked, and lay with her once more.

The next morning, Eren will wake to Annie staring at him, and will notice that she looks exhausted. It turns out that she spent most of the night looking at and holding onto Eren, making sure he wouldn’t leave her side. Eren will try to reason with her, letting Annie know he’d never leave her side, and then he’ll excuse himself, making a decision that will be for the best for both of them. This decision has him making a call to his dad, asking if he and Annie can come stay with him for a few days, and stating that it’s finally time for him and Annie to reveal what’s going on, why Annie has been living with Eren. Grisha will accept, and then Eren will return to bed with Annie, telling her about the plan, and telling her to go back to sleep before they leave. Later that day they’ll start their journey, and Eren will talk to Annie about their relationship and where they stand, and will talk about problems that everyone has in their relationships, whether it be romantic relationships or that of father and son, which kind of cheers Annie up and helps her see what she couldn’t before.

They’ll arrive at Grisha’s, and they’ll reveal the whole truth, leading to Grisha helping Annie with her situation and Mr Leonhart being put away for his crimes. I’ll then have something surprising happen between Eren and Annie (not gonna say what), and eventually Mikasa and Jean will come to Grisha’s as well, helping out however they can. And that will be the final proper chapter of the story, before the epilogue, that is.

AND THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is His Warmth. Or rather, like 90% of it. I’ve actually still left some stuff out, and may still come up with more things for it. But yeah, that is more or less my vision for this story, my masterpiece. Not sure when I’ll actually get back to writing it, but maybe this will be motivation to do so. I hope you’ve enjoyed reading my crazy rambling, and I hope you’ll enjoy the finished product, cuz I know I sure as hell will. Please feel free to let me know what you think.

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Reconnected

New Man Flashbacks: Read New Man or here

Warning: Contains Sexual Content. View At Your Own Risk!!!

     Luke stared at your contact picture on his phone. His lips pursed as he twirled the phone on the counter top thinking about whether or not he should call. A loud sigh left his lips in defeat and Luke pressed the call button. He raised the phone up to his ear, and his heart began to slam against his chest as the phone continued to ring for what felt like forever. Finally after about a minute you picked up. 

“Hello,” your voice had filled the line. Immediately Luke felt his heart swell with joy, and it took everything in him not to blurt out something stupid.

“Hey, Y/N um it’s Luke!” Luke announced, he grimaced after the words realizing what he had just said was stupid because. . . 

“I have caller ID,” you snorted into the phone making a smile embrace Luke’s face at your words. He had just thought exactly that. “Was there something you needed to discuss?” you questioned. Luke could hear movement come from the other end, and he began to wonder what you were doing.

“Not really. . .um how’s Raine?” he asked, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Luke really did want to know how his daughter was, but this call was mainly about you. 

“She’s fine. Raine was actually asking about you the other day. My mom’s watching her for the weekend so that I can have some time to myself,” you told him, letting out a hum as you stretched. Luke smiled when he heard his little girl was thinking about him. She was the light of his life and any time someone mentioned his daughter Luke would get extremely happy. He could brag about Raine all day if he had the chance.

“Yeah? Maybe we should move family day up a bit so I can see her next week,” Luke suggested, “I’m glad to hear she’s doing well. . . I uh-I actually called to see if you wanted to come get a drink with me?” There was silence after his question and Luke could tell you were having doubts about it. “Just for old time sake,” Luke edged on, “It’ll be fun, I promise.” He was bored. It had been a while since Luke had a drink and since the guys were busy, you were the best candidate. Luke of course had to push pass the fact that you two were broken up, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t hang out.  

“Fine. I’ll get a drink with you and only just one drink,” you sighed, hoping that you wouldn’t regret this decision. 

     You stared at Luke with squinted eyes, and a small glass full of vodka rested in your hands. Luke smirked and the glint in his eye grew while the both of you watched each other intently. “You can’t out drink me,” Luke reminded, thinking about all the other times you’ve tried to drink more than him.

“I’ll remind you that it’s been a year since you’ve seen me drink,” you said. Without saying another word you tossed back the shot. Luke’s eyes widened in shock as you gulped down the fifteenth shot of the night. 

“Damn that was hot,” he mumbled, drowning the shot that was in his own hands. You smirked at his words and a chill ran down your spine as he moved closer to you. “How about we finish this party at my place?” Luke suggested. Your lips had pursed in thought. It was one thing that Luke convinced you to get a drink with him, and now he wanted you to come over. You weren’t sure if you wanted to. You had already broken your word. You were only going to grab one drink with Luke, but ended up drinking fifteen shots. You also knew that if you did go home with Luke, the two of you would be digging up old feelings that should probably stay buried. “It’ll be fun, I promise and I can make my famous grilled cheese sandwiches,” Luke bribed, knowing you weren’t going to pass up on your favorite snack that only Luke knew how to make correctly. 

Luke had said it again. “It’ll be fun, I promise”. He said it a lot in order to get you to do something. Getting a drink with Luke was fun, but how fun was going to his house would be? Would it be too much fun? Fun as in the two of you might do something you’d regret. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?” you questioned, “How would she feel if the mother of your child came over to your house this late at night?” You could see the color in Luke’s eyes darken and his jaw clenched at your words. 

“I had a girlfriend,” Luke muttered, reaching behind you to grab another shot off the bar counter. “Past tense. . .we broke up a month ago,” he told you, quickly swallowing the liquor. A bit of it dribbled down the side of his mouth. Your hand reached out and your thumb brushed the liquid away. Luke looked down at you and his lips parted for just a split second. You could tell he wanted to say something else, but wasn’t sure how to say it. 

“Fine. You better have liquor at home and I do expect that grilled cheese too,” you said, already feeling the alcohol from earlier heating your bones. You were susceptible to going anywhere with Luke in this moment, so it wouldn’t take a lot for him to convince you. Luke smiled at your words and the minute you had agreed, he pulled out his phone to call an Uber. Luke would have to come back for his car another day because neither of you were fit to be driving tonight. He also wanted to get home before you decided to change your mind about coming over. Luke knew you all too well to know that once you began to second guess yourself that you’d end up going home. 

     The two of you were a mess of giggles by the time you made it to Luke’s house. You were stumbling over your feet and clutching to Luke’s shirt in order to balance yourself. It was completely dark when you came through the front door. Luke’s hand gripped yours tightly as he searched for a light switch with another hand. The two of you seemed attached to each other in this moment. The Uber ride over being spent with hushed whispers and his lips pressing at your temple. There was an energy radiating between you both. One that couldn’t be denied. Soon light filled the space and you were greeted by his living room. You had only seen a glimpse of Luke’s home on a few occasions when you dropped Raine off for weekends. Now you were actually seeing his home from the inside. Gray and black couches, round coffee table, flat screen TV, a recliner that held a gold colored knitted blanket with toys covering it. You smiled realizing Raine must have claimed Luke’s recliner chair as her own. One thing you did know was that Luke had great taste in decorating.  

Luke had tugged on your hand and the gesture pulled you away from your inner thoughts. “What’re you looking at?” Luke questioned, pulling you towards his kitchen. 

“Just observing. . .please tell me you have wine,” you questioned, following behind him. Luke smiled at your words and reached out to open the refrigerator door. You carefully slid on a stool and watched him take out various food items: pesto sauce, a loaf of Japanese milk bread, mozzarella and provolone cheese, and a clove of garlic. You were surprised Luke even had all the ingredients as if he expected you were coming over today. 

“Wine is in pantry,” Luke said from over his shoulder. He didn’t bother to look up from his task. You slid off the stool and walked over to Luke’s pantry. There was a small section filled with alcohol. Raised just a few feet high, so that Raine could’t get to it. You looked at the variety of wine Luke had and chose one that would go well with pesto grilled cheese. 

“Lambrusco,” you said, wiggling the bottle in front of Luke’s face. 

“Ah good choice,” Luke said, placing slices of garlic on top of the pesto. You sat the bottle down on the counter and began to search for some wine glasses. “How’s work going?” he asked trying to make small talk. Luke was starting to sober up a bit, and he realized he never thought you two would end up back in his home. In fact Luke was surprised you even got a drink with him. 

“It’s good. I have an interview with Steve Aoki on Monday, and then I gotta write the story around the interview,” you said. A small cheer came from you when you found the cupboard that held drink glasses. “What about you? How’s music writing going?” Without you having to ask, Luke opened a drawer and pulled out a wine opener for you. 

“Well we release the video for our new song tomorrow, but overall the album is almost finished,” he said. He placed the other half of the bread on top of the other and then flipped the grilled cheese over. You opened the wine and poured it into one of the glasses. You slid the glass over to Luke, and he picked it up taking a sip of the red wine. “I’ve had this one for a while and honestly this is the first time I’ve tasted it,” Luke admitted, clinking his glass against your now filled one. You smiled over the rim of the glass at his words and then pointed at the sandwich on the stove. 

“Please tell me that’s done because I’m starving,” you said, climbing up to sit on the counter this time. Luke snorted at your words and turned around to take the grilled cheese off the stove and onto a plate. He pulled a knife out and cut the sandwich in half diagonally. 

“Just how you like it,” Luke said, handing the plate over to you. You smiled in delight and graciously accepted the food. He watched as you took a bite out of the grilled cheese and hummed at the taste. 

“Oh this is soo good,” you moaned out, eyes closing as you soaked in the warm feeling running down your spine. You often made this comfort food, but for some reason you liked how Luke made it the most. Luke smiled at your words and turned his back towards you, so that he could make a grilled cheese for himself as well. You took another sip of your wine and quietly ate your sandwich. “I miss this,” you whispered. Luke almost missed the words, but he heard them loud and clear. He looked over his shoulder at you for just a split second and you could see a glint in his eye. 

“Yeah?” he questioned, cutting the next sandwich. You gave him an eager nod. You were slightly intoxicated, which increased your likelihood of telling Luke anything on your mind in this moment. It was quiet for a second and Luke broke the silence by stepping between your legs and trying to take a bite out of your grilled cheese. 

“Oh hey! You just made your own!” you whined, moving the sandwich out of his reach. Luke reached out more for the sandwich, still trying to get a piece of your food. His hands landed on your hips and for a second you could see something flash in his eyes, but you weren’t sure what it meant. You retracted your hand and held the sandwich in front of his lips, so that he could take a bite. Luke smirked, one of his hands leaving your waist to grab your wrist as he bit into the grilled cheese. He lips connected with your thumb, and you felt his tongue lick at your fingertip. You felt a shiver run down your spine, and your breath caught in your throat. You could see the smirk on his face growing as he chewed. Luke puled the grilled cheese from out of your hands and placed it on the plate next to you. You felt almost frozen in your spot as he kissed at the palm of your hand and the tension in the air became thick.

“I’ve missed you,” Luke hummed, moving closer and continuing to kiss down your arm. You knew what he was doing and you began to melt in your spot. His hand reached up to caress your face. “Tell me you missed me,” Luke whispered, face going to rest at the crook of your neck. You felt his lips brush against your skin and found yourself relaxing more into his touch. 

“I missed you,” you whispered, feeling yourself scooting closer to him. He kissed at your neck and you began to mumble about how much you missed him even more. You craned your neck back so that he could get to more of your skin. The tension between you both was starting to grow and before you could even blink Luke’s lips were pressed against yours in a passionate kiss. You bit at his bottom lip and Luke took that as a sign to stick his tongue in your mouth. You allowed his tongue to massage yours and a moan left your lips. His hands pushed under your shirt to grab at your breasts. The way his hand cupped at your breasts was strong, delicately squeezing at it until a chill ran down your spine. “Take it off,” you mumbled against his lips. Luke pulled away from you for a split second.

“You sure?” he asked, wanting to make sure you wanted him just as much as he wanted you too. 

“Yes. . .I want to feel you again. All of you,” you reassured. Luke moaned loud at your words. Feeling the blood instantly rush to his cock. He was quick to take off your shirt and his fingers worked on un-clipping your bra. 

“Damn I missed these babies,” he breathed at the sight of your breasts. You found yourself smiling at his words and pulled him in closer and into another deep kiss. A delightful groan left your lips when he pulled away to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. Luke nipped at it until your nipple got hard. Your hands reached down to unbutton his jeans, hand slightly palming at his cock. His actions halted for just a second and then continued on. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he worked on getting your pants off. You shifted slightly and raised off the counter so that he can pull them off fully. Luke squatted down and dragged you towards the edge of the counter. He licked at your clothed clit making a jolt run through you for just a second. You could feel the wetness flood and knew Luke could feel it too. His fingers slipped under the hem of your panties and yanked it down. You wrapped your legs around his shoulders and drew him in closer. It didn’t take long for a series of loud moans to leave your lips as Luke ate you out. 

“Oh f-fuck,” you moaned out, hand reaching down to grab at his hair. His hand gripped at one of your ass cheeks, tongue taking long swipes up and down your slit. You whined in pleasure “I need you,” and in response Luke slipped a finger into you. He added in another finger and then nipped at your clit. “Luke please,” you whined out. He smirked at your words and for just a split moment his warmth left you. Luke ran his fingertips along your under boob, and he pinched at your nipple. 

“You need what?” Luke hummed, a look of lust clouding his eyes. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip and when you didn’t respond, Luke pinched a lot harder. “What do you need, Princess?” he questioned only making you cry out in pleasure some more. “Use your words,” Luke egged on, his other hand reaching down to massage at your clit.

“Luke, please. I n-need y-you,” you mumbled in broken sentence. 

“That’s right, baby girl, beg for me,” Luke smirked even more. He was quick to kick off his jeans, one hand still rubbing at your clit as the other pulled down his boxer briefs. You watched intently as his cock came into view and you whimpered in frustration. “Say it again,” Luke requested, running the tip of his cock up and down your slit. 

“I need you,” you whispered, scooting closer to the edge. You wanted to feel Luke inside you so bad. It had been such a long time since you’ve had sex. A very long time since you and Luke had had sex. Your breath hitched in your throat the minute Luke slid in. It was slow and you milked every feeling and inch Luke had. A strangled groan left Luke’s lips as he pushed in further until he was all the way inside of you. 

“Fuck you feel so good,” Luke grunted, eyes closing and mouth parting slightly as he tried to focus. You had a way of making Luke melt. Even just a bat of your eyelashes and he would’ve came right then and there. Luke slowly pulled out until just his tip was in and then pushed back in. He began a steady rhythm the sounds of your wetness squelching as he pumped in and out of you. You sat up straight and wrapped your arms around his shoulder. Luke’s lips collided with yours and his tongue massaged yours. You moaned into the kiss, lips trailing along his jawline and down to nip at his neck. Luke gave a particularly sharp thrust and a loud scream left your lips. A bark came from somewhere in the kitchen and Luke’s actions stopped to look around the room in confusion. Another bark sounded out and he felt a lick at his ankle. 

“Petunia,” you sighed, a small whimper left your lips as he pulled out. “Cockblock,” you hissed at the dog as she jumped around Luke’s legs. He laughed at your words and then lifted you from off the counter. You were taken by surprise, and wrapped your arms and legs around him. 

“She’s just excited,” Luke commented, carrying you out of the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom. You clung tightly to him and your head rest against his shoulder as he carried you. Once you made it to the end of the hall, Luke used his hip to push open the bedroom door. Luke’s taste in things has grown since you had last been with him. A king sized bed, maroon colored sheets, soft rug, and black dresser with a nightstand, and headboard to match. Luke carefully laid you on the bed and he climbed onto it himself before closing the door. The bed was soft and Luke pulled you closer until your back pressed against his chest. He lifted your leg and hooked it around his hip before pushing his cock into you. You moaned as he began to thrust, Your head rolled back as pleasure consumed your body. You could feel his hand slip between your legs to rub at your clit. Luke had a way with his fingers and he’s the only one to know all of your weak spots. Luke was mumbling sweet nothings in your ear. It didn’t take long for the wave of pleasure to hit you. It was magnificent how easy Luke was able to get you to your release. You began to scream out in pleasure and your hands gripped at the sheets as your orgasm continued. Luke’s hand left your clit and went to give your ass a harsh slap. You jumped slightly as the heat rushed to the skin. His actions stopped for just a second and you shifted in your spot to straddle Luke. “God you’re so beautiful,’ Luke whispered, hand reaching up to stroke your cheek. “So god damn beautiful,” he emphasized, slightly bucking his hips up. 

You began to bounce up and down, loud moans leaving your lips as Luke met your pace. “I love you,” you hummed. Your head dipped low and you began to nibble at his skin wanting to mark him from head to toe. You were determined to get Luke to his release, and began to whisper the things you knew he liked to hear during sex. “It’s all yours,” you purred into his ear earning a louder moan from Luke in return.

“All mine?” Luke questioned, his own back rising off the bed when you sucked on his earlobe. 

“Every inch of my body is yours,” you repeated, nibbling more at his earlobe. Luke began to sputter out curse words, his grip on your hips tightening. 

“I’m gonna turn you over,” he commented in warning for you to brace yourself. In one swift movement Luke pulled you off of him and then flipped you over. You had whined for just a bit at not feeling him deep inside you. “Ah so impatient, Princess,” Luke tsked, slowly rubbing at your clit, “You’re just begging to feel me deep inside aren’t ya?” You nodded rapidly already feeling another orgasm on its way. Luke slipped back inside of you his pace at a fast speed. Luke curled his hips into yours making you feel every inch of his cock. You could tell he was getting close to his release just from the pace and how loud his moans were. Luke captured your lips in a deep kiss. His teeth biting down at your bottom lip and pulling it back for just a second. The palm of your hands were open and Luke intertwined his fingers with yours held your hands tightly. “O-Oh f-fuck,” Luke grunted, his back hunching as he spilled his seed into you. The feeling was warm and your eyes had widened as if you had been stung by pleasure. Luke thrust into you a few more times before he came to a complete stop. He pulled out and then plopped down on the mattress beside you. You were breathing heavily,and your mind raced from adrenaline.

“Where’s the bathroom?” you mumbled through a yawn. Noticing Luke had been staring at you intently for at least a minute.

“Down the hall on the left,” he responded, reaching out to stroke your cheek. You smiled at the gesture and leaned over to give him a kiss. 

“I’ll be back,” you said, climbing out of the bed and heading to the bathroom. You came back a few minutes later and crawled into the bed with Luke. The second you were by his side Luke pulled you closer into his chest and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. 

“I love you too,” he whispered, eyes closing as he sucked in your warmth. Luke was happy to have you in his arms again and he wasn’t planning to let go any time soon.

     The weekend was nearly over and you were still at Luke’s house and in his bed. A weekend filled with becoming one and touching each other as if you were relearning the other’s body. It was as if you two were attached at the hip. Any chance you got to feel one another you took it. Just woke up? Morning sex. Having breakfast? Luke was sucking whipped cream off your breasts. It was as if nothing had changed and you were nineteen once again. As if you were two dumb teenagers fresh in love. Luke’s lips brushed at your forehead and your fingers traced at his abs. “What are you thinking about?” you questioned, seeing the crease between his eyebrows whenever he was thinking hard about something. 

“Us,” he said, shifting in his spot until his back rested at the headboard of the bed his legs raised as if he was getting ready to do crunches. “Where we started and how we ended up,” Luke continued on. You moved around as well, resting your head a top his chest and your legs lifted on top of his. 

“Yeah we’ve gone through a lot,” you sighed, your mind tracing you back to when the two of you broke up. You frowned at the memory and then looked at Luke curiously. “What made you think about us?” you asked this time. Luke shrugged at your words and then became silent. You didn’t mind the quiet. The two of you had become so comfortable around each other that when it was quiet around you, it was never awkward. You had closed your eyes and soaked in the sound of the rain coming from outside. Things were peaceful and you couldn’t be happier. You were on the point of falling asleep when Luke decided to say something that was on his mind. Something he had been thinking about the moment you walked out of his life. 

“Let’s have another baby,” Luke whispered, his fingers trailing up and down your leg. Even after five minutes you were both still winding down from having sex for like the tenth time that weekend. You immediately giggled at his words and your eyes opened as you looked up at Luke. “I’m serious let’s get married and have another baby,” he said, sending a small kiss to your shoulder. You grinned at Luke’s words and his lips landed on yours in a passionate kiss. “I love you,” he said, kissing you some more.

“I love you too,” you whispered, a smile embracing your face as he kissed you even more. His words echoed in your ears and a few seconds later you nodded in agreement. “Are you asking me to marry you?” you questioned, skin feeling warm at the thought of actually getting married to Luke like you two had planned and having even more children. Luke pulled you closer as if that was possible since you were practically laying on top of him.

“I am. . .you know I bought an engagement ring for you?” he questioned. You shook your head and looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I was going to propose to you before you told me you were pregnant. I guess I was too caught up in the news to ask. Then we started having problems and…” Luke’s voice trailed off and he shook the thought from his head. His hand landed on your hip and he pinched at your skin. “I regret leaving you, Y/N. So I’m fixing my mistakes. I want this. I want you back in my life and I want my family back. Will you marry me?” 

“Luke, the minute I first laid eyes on you I knew I wanted to go through life with you,” you said. 

“Is that a yes?” he asked, a smirk on his lips. Luke knew what you had said was the answer, but he wanted to hear you say that three letter word. You rolled your eyes knowing exactly what he was thinking. 

“Yes, Luke, a thousand times yes.” Your hands reached out to cup his face, pulling him into a deep kiss. You didn’t think accepting his offer to get a drink would end up like this, but it did and you were ecstatic to say the least. This was a step in the right direction and you knew once this weekend was over, you and Luke would have come out of your bubble and head back into the real world. The real world would of course be like a dream because you’ll start planning the wedding and letting everyone know you were back together once again.

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What I want from (Fan)fiction

I love fanfiction, but good Lord is it hard to find good stuff in any fandom.  I haven’t counted, but my guess is that only about 10% of works in any fandom are high quality, and the rest range from “okay, I can read this” to “holy fuck, this sucks so badly I now hate this pairing.”  Of course, some of it is personal preference.  There are tropes I can’t stand that other people love, and that’s great!  Diversity is important.  This is my list of things that I want from fanfiction.  A lot of this applies to all fiction.  I start with tips that I feel many readers would agree with, and end with my personal preferences that I know people disagree with.  Specific fandoms mentioned here are DS9, Orphan Black, Harry Potter, and Game of Thrones.  

1) Use the characters’ names, and use them in the way that they’re used in the original material.  No one in Harry Potter called Minerva McGonagall “Nerva,” so you shouldn’t, either.  Besides, it sounds silly.  Call her Minerva.

Also, avoid referring to the characters by their characteristics unless absolutely necessary.  In a scene with Cosima and Delphine, avoid referring to them as “the brunette” and “the blonde.”  If I’m reading Cophine fanfic, I know damn well what color their hair is.  Besides, the names are mostly just convenient tags to let the reader know who’s doing what, to help with the movie playing along in our brains.  Adding in extra markers takes the focus away from the action.  I understand you’re trying to avoid redundancy, but it ends up a little confusing.  

“Cosima gasped as the blonde rolled on top of her.”  This makes me wonder if a third woman joined the action.  Just say Delphine rolled on top of her - it’s more clear.

2) The majority of your speech tags should be said or asked.  It’s okay to throw in an occasional “she yelled” or “he gasped,” but keep those to a minimum, and only use as appropriate.  Speech tags, like names, are mostly to tell the reader who said what.  You don’t even need them a lot of the time if there are only two people speaking.  Using creative and unnecessary speech tags, again, takes the reader away from the main action or message.  

3) Tighten your writing.  Specifically:

- Avoid excessive modifiers and prepositional phrases.  “She spat with vemon” should be shortened to “she spat” unless of course there is literal venom involved, in which case, remove the “with.”  “He frowned sadly,” is redundant.  How else would he frown?  “She thought to herself.”  Well, who else is she going to think to?

- In general, if you can take words out without changing the meaning of the passage, take those words out.  One way I’ve found to do this is by giving myself a page or word limit that’s a little bit shorter than what I already have.  If the draft is 3,000 words, I try to make it 2,500.  Going back to point #1, using the characters’ names helps with this.  “Odo” reads more quickly than “the shapeshifter.”

4) PROOFREAD YOUR SHIT!  Proofread it yourself a day or two after you finish, and then get someone else to proofread it.  None of us can catch all of our own errors by ourselves, but we need to make sure it’s as clean as possible before sending it out into the world.  Proofread especially for the following:

- Verb tense.  Past tense is the most common, but the most important thing to watch for is consistency.  I read a fic yesterday where the writer switched randomly into present tense halfway though, then went back to past.  There was no time travel or flashbacks involved, just sloppy writing, and it took me out of an otherwise interesting story.   

- Check your spelling.  We’ll forgive the stray typo here and there, and some of us won’t even notice if you misspell “achieve,” but if you spell Kira’s given name as Niris, you’re showing that you don’t care about details.  

5) Use accurate and appropriate language.  I’ve lost count of the number of DS9 fics in which Major Kira “stomps” around the station.  I can’t remember her ever stomping on the show, though.  She strode, sashayed, walked, ran, jogged, limped, and (maybe) marched.  She might have even bounced or skipped, but she never stomped.  Stomping is what children do when they’re angry.  

Similarly, don’t get too creative with names for body parts.  Don’t use “digits,” use “fingers.”  When discussing breasts, never, EVER call them orbs, globes, or mounds.

6) Be true to the characters.  I know the point of fanfiction can be to stretch the boundaries of canon fiction, but if you go too far from the canon characters, you create entirely new characters who happen to have the same names.  This doesn’t mean you can pair them up in canonically unrealistic ways.  Garak and Captain Sisko can certainly have a tumble in Garak’s dressing room without either of them leaving character.  This includes physical traits as well as personality.  Some examples of what to avoid:

- Odo fucks Kira in the middle of a staff meeting, and she is pleasantly surprised.  No one is upset about this.  None of this is in character.

- Kira has massive breasts.  In the show, Kira’s breasts are lovely (from what we can see), but they are not large.  

7) Okay, so this one relates to #6, but might apply more to me than anyone else.  I don’t like AUs.  I just saw one that had Cosima as an actress, and another with Delphine as a kindergarten teacher.  Guys.... they are both SCIENTISTS.  That is a critical piece of their characters, not only professionally, but in terms of how they see and interact with the world around them.  Similarly, Jaime Lannister is a soldier and a nobleman.  He is not a musician.  Brienne is not a fangirl.  You can be inspired by characters and put elements of them into your own original work, but if you change too much about them, they are not the characters you say they are.  

Of course, some people love AUs.  If you like AUs, great, keep writing and reading them!  They are obviously popular (about half of the Cophine fics I saw just yesterday were AUs).  For me, though, you have to really sell me on your concept before I’ll even click the link.  

Amendment to #7) This doesn’t apply to divergent plot lines within the original universe.  Some of the best stories I’ve read follow the pattern of “What if [plot point] had turned out differently?”  These keep the characters in character.  What if Kira hadn’t died in “Children of Time?”  What if Cosima had never been self-aware?  What if Hermione were killed in book seven?  What if Brienne found Sansa Stark and they went on adventures together?  All of these work because they keep the characters in character. 

What if Harry were a muggle?  That works less for me.  Being a wizard is too integral to who Harry is as a person.  Still, if you write it well, I might give it a shot, provided that most everything else stays true to the Potterverse we know and love.   

8) It’s okay to use a foreign language I don’t know, as long as it’s realistic.  I don’t speak French, but Delphine does, so having her cry out French phrases during sex totally fits, and is better than having her do it in English.  I can figure out the meaning from context.  If characters are having a conversation in a foreign language, and the exact meaning is critical to the story, there are a few ways to handle that: 

- One way is to have them speaking in, say, French, with each other, and then have a third character ask for a recap or summary.

- Have a footnote somewhere translating the lines into English (or whatever the primary language of the piece is).  

- Have everything in English (or the primary language), but somehow signal to the reader that they have switched into French.  Maybe use italics and have a third character point out that they aren’t not speaking English anymore.  

Do not assume that your readers DON’T understand the foreign language you’re using, or that we all want an immediate translation.  Repeating the same message in English immediately after giving it in French slows down the pace of the story, and is literally redundant.  

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Show Me Your Scars

Written for @iwantthedean​‘s 2 Prompt 1 Shot Challenge. The prompt she choose for me was: 

“Show me your scars.”

“But...why?” she asks quizzically.

“I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there,” he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek. 

Past Dean x Meredith OC, Past Meredith x Derek OC, TJ OC

Word Count: 3105

WARNINGS: Domestic abuse (not Dean), swearing, blood - Please, if you find this triggering in any way, I will not be offended if you choose to skip it. 

A/N: A good chunk of this is a flashback. 

Feedback is welcomed and appreciated. Much thanks to my little sister, @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms for her all around amazing-ness and much needed help with getting this one started (think of it as literary constipation). Also thank you to @paintrider13-blog for well, just being her. 

Meredith had just settled into the couch, a hot cup of tea in her hand, her dog, Hank, snuggled into her side and flipped on the television. Her son was fast asleep in his bed, thanks to some essential oils. Ooooh, excellent, she thought. The Weather Channel was running a Tornado Alley marathon! She was comfortable, so comfortable, a good show and a warm canine, just looking for some love.

The dog started going ballistic and then there was a loud pounding on her front door. Of course there was, because she was comfy and finally getting some quiet time. Meredith dragged herself off the couch, yelled at the dog, and had to restrain him by the collar before he ate the door to get at whomever decided to interrupt their quiet time.

She flipped the light switch to illuminate the front step and her heart just may have stopped. Bathed in the blue light, he stood there, looking slightly impatient and a little nervous.  She unlocked the door and swung it open, leaving the storm door between them locked as a barrier and released her dog.

The last two years came flooding back to her.

~*~

Things with her husband had not been going well for sometime; the constant fighting, his incessant drinking and they had just grown apart. They had a child together and that made it harder to just walk away.  TJ was just a little boy, only five years old. Meredith’s own parents had split when she was about his age and she wanted more for him.

Derek came home from work and she knew something was off from the minute he stepped foot through the door. He was enraged and Meredith had no idea what it was that had set him off. Luckily, TJ was at a sleepover at a friend’s house so he wasn’t home to witness whatever was bound to rear it’s ugly head.

Meredith greeted Derek as if nothing was wrong. She was accustomed to hiding behind the walls she had built and a master at hiding her true emotions. “Hi Babe! How was your day?” she chirped.

“How was my day?! HOW WAS MY DAY?! Let me tell you about my fucking day. I had a great day!! I stopped at the liquor store on my way home, thought we could have a couple cold ones and celebrate out by the fire. Let your kid toast some marshmallows. But no. Guess who I ran into at the store?” Derek was closing in on her and she only had two options; the front door or the back door, as he blocked the third escape route and her car keys hanging by the door.

“Derek, what are you talking about?” Her voice remained strong but internally, she was shaking.

“I ran into your old flame, Dean, literally. He was nice enough about it, then he asked about you. You slut! You’re still sleeping with him!” Derek grabbed the nearest object, a coffee cup, and chucked it at her. Thank God he always had horrible aim and it missed her by more than a foot.

“Derek, you have lost your mind. I haven’t even seen Dean in months. We haven’t been together since before I even met you. How dare you accuse me of cheating on you!” Meredith was done trying to be calm.

“All this time, I thought I was the only one! I bet TJ isn’t even mine, is he? You have been sleeping with Winchester since we got together! You’re both gonna pay for it now! All of you! I am going to destroy you, you bitch!” Derek advanced on her once more.

Meredith started backing away when she heard a fierce growl come from behind her. Their German Shepherd, Hank, was protecting her and closing in on Derek. Hank took a couple more steps towards Derek and began barking as he advanced. Hank lunged and Meredith turned the corner for the front door as it burst open, wood splinters flying.

Dean Winchester crashed through the door. “Are you okay, Mere?”

“Y-yeah, he didn’t touch me.” Her voice was unsteady. Suddenly she heard Derek screaming and Hank growling.

She moved to investigate, not wanting either to get hurt. At this point she was just done with Derek, this was the last straw. Dean tried to hold her back, but she shook her head.

“Dean, this isn’t your problem. It’s time I stood up to him, for good this time. I am ready.” Meredith placed a quick kiss to his cheek and walked into the kitchen. Hank had Derek cornered and one arm in his mouth, blood was dripping on the floor.

“Derek, I have had enough of this nonsense. You are unhinged. I can’t take it anymore. It isn’t healthy for any of us; you have to leave. Just go, please don’t make me call the police.” Meredith stood up straighter than she had in a long time. Maybe it was having Dean there, knowing he had her back. Maybe enough was enough.

“I am not leaving! You get the fuck out of my house!” Derek was rising from his position in the corner and pushed Hank off of him; the poor dog hitting the edge of the concrete counter with a thud and landing on the floor, whimpering.

“Hank!” Meredith screamed but before she knew it, Derek was on her, his hand around her throat. Unbeknownst to either of them, Dean had already called the police and was now trying to pry Derek’s hands from around Meredith’s neck.

Meredith cried out one more time and Dean clocked Derek in the face as hard as he could, sending them both flying. As Derek tried to regain his footing, Dean went to Meredith to make sure she was breathing. A bone chilling growl filled the room and Derek screamed. Meredith and Dean looked back to see Hank with his mouth locked around Derek’s neck, blood flowing freely from several puncture wounds.

“Police! We’re coming in!”

Dean kept a tight grip on Meredith as he called out to the responding officers. “In here.” His voice was anything but steady.

The officers ran to Derek, one applying pressure to the wound, the other calling for an ambulance, but it was too late; Derek was gone. There was so much blood. Meredith had never seen that much blood before.

Dean picked her up and moved her to the living room, the paramedics, applying an ice pack to the rapidly forming bruises on her neck, but other than that, she checked out okay.  

The police began questioning Meredith and Dean before Derek’s body was even removed from their home. Hank had been kenneled as the officers decided what course to take.

Meredith recalled for the officers the events leading up to her husband’s death, including what he had told her about his run in with Dean in the liquor store. Dean added his own account, noting that Derek had seemed agitated from the word go.

“Ma’am, we’re going to have to quarantine your dog until he has been checked out by a veterinarian” Officer Barnes informed her.

“Officer, that won’t be necessary. I am a vet and I witnessed the attack. Hank was doing exactly what any guard dog would have done; he protected his human.” Dean assured the officers and they left, their questioning complete.

“Do you have somewhere you can stay tonight? Your cousin’s maybe?” Dean asked Meredith with concern.

“Um, no, sh-they’re out of town. I d-don’t have a key.” Meredith exhaled deeply.

“Okay then, it’s settled; you’re coming home with me. Why don’t you go back enough for a couple days, for TJ too, and I am going to make a couple calls.” Dean urged her up the stairs and he walked outside.

By the time, she was ready and walked back downstairs with the bags, Dean’s brother Sam was there to fix the front door. Dean and Sam exchanged a few words in hushed tones, Sam patted Dean’s shoulder as he walked back to start on the door.

Dean picked up the bags she had dropped, placing a hand reassuringly on the small of her back and lead her outside to his car where Hank was already waiting for them. The drive to Dean’s was relatively silent and thankfully short.  Once they reached Dean’s home, he opened her door before grabbing the bags and walking them into the kitchen, Hank following closely behind.

Dean showed her to his guest room, just down the hall from his, dropping her bag inside the door. Meredith had been to Dean’s before, when they were dating and not much had changed in the last ten years.

“Dean?” Meredith’s voice was raspy from the trauma at her deceased husband’s hand.

“Mere, you okay?” concern clouding his handsome features.

“I think I’d like to take a shower, if you don’t mind.” She told him.

“Of course. You can use mine; it’s larger. Why don’t you grab your stuff and I’ll get you some towels. When you’re ready, come down and we’ll have a light dinner.” Dean kissed her gently on top of her head before going.

Meredith stripped silently in front of the mirror in Dean’s bathroom as the shower steamed the room. The marks on her neck were getting worse and she knew tomorrow they would be like purple hand prints for everyone to see. She was thankful that she had taken the time to pack a couple of light scarves that would mask the majority of the damage, the rest could be concealed with makeup.

She stood under the steady spray of hot water, the heat and pressure released the tense muscles in her body. Meredith slowly washed and conditioned her hair, but as she soaped her body, the realization set in. What would she tell her son? Would she tell him the truth? That his father had tried to kill her but his dog had saved her life?

Meredith collapsed on the floor of Dean’s shower, her tears mixed with the spray as she let herself grieve; for a husband she barely knew anymore, for her son who doesn’t even know his father his gone, but mostly for the person she had been and wished to be again. Meredith had been wild and carefree until she met Derek. She and Dean had broken up again a few months prior to that. And Derek knocked her off her feet; he was unlike any man she had been with before. Now she knew why. He was a good man with a big heart, but his priorities had been backwards for too long. Before long, she had lost herself to be what Derek wanted.

Meredith’s body wracked with the sobs escaping her. She let herself go for a few minutes, then decided she needed to pull it together before Dean got worried and came in after her. She turned the water cold, letting it spill over her face, hoping it would hide the evidence of her tears. Within a few minutes, she was dressed and her hair was towel dried, her loose auburn waves framing her face.

Dean busied himself in the kitchen, making a quick pasta with lemon butter, garlic, mushrooms, and diced tomato, topped with shredded parmesan. It wasn’t much, but she needed to eat something. He has been so worried about her for the last nine years. Dean had seen through Derek from their first meeting. Derek became possessive of Meredith after that and he hardly saw her until about eighteen months ago.

Meredith had called him out of the blue to have lunch. She had finally started doing something she had wanted to do for a long time, become an author and she was finally ready. Derek never supported that dream, but Dean always had, so she called to share the happy news of her decision with him.

As he finished off dinner, his mind was flooded with memories.

He and Meredith had been together off and on for twelve years. She was the one girl he could never truly let go and it clouded the rest of his relationships, if you could call them that. She was his standard; the girl he compared all others to.

Dean had met Meredith twenty years ago, when they both worked at the same family run grocery, trying to support themselves while going to college. Dean was in Veterinary school and Meredith was going for her bachelors in Communications with a minor in Journalism.  They flirted constantly and eventually their mutual friends pushed them together at a party. They were inseparable after that. Dean with his sandy brown hair, bright green eyes and six foot plus  frame, paired with Meredith’s red waves, piercing blue eyes and petite five foot build, they were a stunning couple.

As strong as their bond was, it just wasn’t enough. Between work and school, their schedules were tight but they made it work. Until after graduation, when Dean’s schedule became more demanding and their time spent with one another began to taper off once he was accepted into the veterinary medicine program. Meredith accepted a job in another state, an entry level copywriter for a small paper, but it was what she wanted, so Dean didn’t try to stop her. If you love something, let it go, right?

She returned a couple years later when she was offered a job back home. Dean and Meredith had remained friends, so she moved back in with Dean to save on rent and utilities. They soon found themselves back in love and it lasted for awhile. Until Dean began studying for his boards and time began to get away from them again and they drifted apart.

Meredith quietly padded down the stairs to see Dean standing over the stove, deep in thought, which is expected for the events they experienced today. She didn’t want to startle him so she announced herself quietly as she entered the kitchen, “hey.”

Dean looked up at her and smiled, his eyes crinkling around the edges a bit more than they did when she first met him. “Feel better?”

“Yeah, a little. What did you make?” Her nose sniffing the air.

“Nothing special, just some pasta, lemon, garlic, mushrooms and tomato.” Dean replied casually as he set the bowl on the table.

“Nothing special, huh? Is this the same pasta dish I made you on our first anniversary? The one with just the ingredients in our fridge because we couldn’t afford to go out?” Meredith eyed Dean as he uncorked a bottle of pinot grigio.

“No...maybe...yeah, it is. Fine, I love it, okay? I make it about once a week, but sometimes I add chicken.” Dean laughed a little as he admitted this to her, which made her laugh as well. It was nice to see her smile and laugh again. She deserved so much more.

They ate dinner in comfortable silence, each of them lost in their own thoughts. They cleared and washed the dishes, moving to the living room once everything was put away.  Meredith sipped her wine quietly while Dean kept a watchful eye from the other end of the couch.

“Dean, stop staring at me, please,” Meredith turned to face him, “I am okay, really. Please don’t worry about me.”

“Mere, I have worried about you everyday for the last nine years, I am not about to stop now.” Dean confessed. He set his glass down and moved closer to her, reaching for her hand. “I am never not going to worry about you. I have known you for twenty years, hell we were together for the better part of that. You were my girlfriend, but you have been my best friend all along. I care too much about you.”

“Don’t you think I know that? You were the first man I ever loved. I will never love another man the way I love you. I think Derek knew that too and that is why he always hated you. He never understood the connection I had with you.” Meredith whispered.

“Show me your scars, Mere.” Dean said as he stroked the inside of her wrist with his thumb.

“But...why? She asked quizzically.

“I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn’t there,” he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Dean, don’t beat yourself up over something you had no control over. I made the choice. I made the mistake, but you know what? I wouldn’t change it if I had to do it all over again. He gave me the most important thing in the world. I have a beautiful, smart, amazing child. And I am stronger than I was before I met him. It’s hard to believe, but he made me a better person, Dean.” Meredith let it all out as she let Dean hold her for the first time in years.

“You have always been the strong one, Sweetheart. I always needed you more than you needed me. But not anymore, I am going to be here for whatever you need, for as long as you need it; you and JT.”

Meredith pulled away from him slightly, “I know and I can’t thank you enough Dean. But you know what’s odd? Do you know what I feel? Relief; I feel relieved that it’s over. It’s not the way I wanted it to end and a part of me did love him, but I am finally relieved that there will be no more fighting, no more hiding who I really am and who I want to be. I am finally free to be me.” Meredith exhaled deeply, feeling better with the weight lifted.

~*~

“This had better be good Winchester.” She cautioned him, a little harsher than she intended to. “You’re late.”

“I am so sorry, Sweetheart, but you specifically requested pistachio ice cream. Do you know how many stores I hit trying to find that?” Dean opened the screen door, dropping to his knees to grovel at her feet, as his large hands found their way to her swollen middle. “Please don’t be mad at Daddy, Princess; he had to get what his girls wanted.” He pleaded with your unborn daughter.

“Get up, you’re making a fool out of yourself; the neighbors will see you.” Meredith laughed as she pulled her husband to his feet.

“I will make a fool of myself in front of the whole world, any day. I wasted too much and I want everyone to know I am a fool for you.” Dean kissed her solidly for anyone to see.  

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