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The Call - Ebenezer/Constance Modern!AU

A continuation of Ebenezer and Constance's meeting in a modern and AU setting. Here, they FINALLY set up a first date!

This story also includes characters from @quill-pen and her universe, including her Ebenezar/Wolf, Bess, Addie, and Gal, as well as characters like Eddie and Pippersnipe that have manifested through shared headcanon discussions!

The sound of the doorbell added further chaos to the already bursting cottage.

“Oh, yay! Pizza’s here!”

“I thought we were only making snacks for tonight. I just popped popcorn!”

“Who the heck complains about pizza?”

“You gals are like bloody garbage disposals – how can you eat so much?” Eddie asked.

“Oi, ladies, can we start this flick ‘ometime in the next fifty years?”

After each woman had filled their plates with pizza and grabbed a glass of their favorite wine, the group filed into the cottage’s cozy living room and piled in front of the television for a much-needed movie night.

“Here you go, Eddie,” Constance said as she handed the older woman a hearty plate of food and a flute of her favorite blackberry liqueur.

“Tryna to get me liquored up, are ya?” she asked playfully as she accepted the very full flute.

“That’s what sleepovers with the girls are for!” Constance teased in return, giving her shoulders a playful squeeze before making sure her blanket with tucked in place.

“I can’t believe you’ve never seen ‘Anastasia’ – it’s a classic!” Bess exclaimed to Addie, who giggled as she assumed a spot on the floor. She put the bowl of freshly popped popcorn between them. “Gosh, I used to watch this with Millie on repeat when she was younger. I could probably recite it word for word.”

“Try t' contain y'self, Lass,” Gal said, stealing a fistful of popcorn as she fell into her seat of choice.

“Sorry, I’ve just … never had a reason to see it,” Addie reasoned with a shrug. “But I’m excited! Is it a romance?”

“Oh-ho! 'Tis a MUSICAL ROMANCE!” Gal corrected. She was lying across one of their tufted armchairs, her back resting on one armrest while her legs rested atop the other, socked feet bobbing up and down. “Wit' talkin' critters too.”

“How are you familiar with ‘Anastasia’, Gal?” Bess asked curiously as she twisted her long, dark hair into an updo. “It doesn't quite seem like your type of movie?”

“Eh, I dun'mind a princessy tale now and again,” she said, taking a sip of her drink. When the stares from her friends didn’t relent, she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Also, Jake fancies it.”

Amused cooing erupted from the other ladies.

“If ye tell 'im I told ye, I'll knock ye brains out an' serve 'em as fritters!”

“Eh, leave the poor man alone, it’s a cute little movie,” Eddie added, who was comfortably situated on the room’s other armchair, which sat opposite of Gal’s. “The mousy lad she falls for is quite the darling. A little young and an awful dresser, but I think I could fix him up nicely.”

“Shhh, no spoilers!”

“I haven’t seen it either, Addie,” Connie chimed in, reaching down from her position on the couch to take her hand, lace their fingers, then swing their hands like a pendulum back and forth. “We can be surprised together!”

“Seriously, you too?” Bess asked. “How did I not know that? I would have fixed this long ago!”

The redhead shrugged. “I just don’t watch movies very often.”

“Now, that is not true, Con,” she refuted, poking her friend in the knee. “You have a weird taste in movies, not a non-existent one. I know WAY too much about what happens in the ‘Sex and the City’ movies because of you alone.”

“W-Well…” she went to argue as Gal snickered from her position in the chair.

Truth be told, it would be nice to have the distraction of a movie for the evening. While Connie was doing her best to play it cool, her mind and heart were still racing from her morning shift.

That was when, motivated by her friends’ insistence and reasoning, she had found the courage to write her phone number on the cup of Ebenezer Samuel Scrooge’s morning order. It had taken weeks of build-up and peer pressure to take the seemingly small step, but it had been preceded by maddening amounts of flirting.

As if giving him her cell number wasn’t enough, she’d written the note ‘Call me~” right beneath it, and signed it with the letter ‘C’ for good measure.

That had been seven hours ago. And not a single call or text had come through.

Crickets.

Nada.

Goose egg.

With a sigh, she slipped her phone into the kangaroo pocket of her oversized sweatshirt and took a bug gulp of her wine. Well, she’d probably just lost her best customer. That would be fun to confess to her boss on Monday.

“Okay, everyone ready?” Addie asked as she reached for the remote to start the film. “Annnnd … play!”

About halfway through the film, after the two jumbo pizzas had been demolished, Constance felt a buzzing from her pullover’s pocket. She’d silenced the phone for the movie, not expecting anyone to reach out to her (after all, all her friends – aside from her mom and their landlord Mr. Pippersnipe) were in the room with her.

Constance glanced down at her phone and saw a familiar number flash across the top of the screen. She hadn’t created a contact profile for the number yet, but she knew it by heart already after weeks of seeing his number amongst her daily orders.

“It’s him!” Constance exclaimed as she all but shot out of her seat. “H-He’s calling me! H-He really is!”

Gal practically spat out her drink.

The other girls collectively gasped while Bess turned to shush them. “PAUSE! EVERYONE SHUT UP!”

“W-Who? Wait, is it that handsome man from the coffee shop?” Addie asked, which made Constance blush bright red before nodding. “Oooooh, it is!”

“I’ll be damned – the blighter has a backbone!” Eddie cheered, hoisting her flute. “Now you can check that front-bone of his, too.”

“Eddie!”

“MISSION CONTROL, WE HAVE CONFIRMATION THE ADONIS HAS MADE CONTACT WITH THE SUN!” Bess continued, scrambling for the television remote. “Pause! Ugh, at least MUTE, darn you!”

‘Adonis’ was an affectionate nickname Constance and her friends had given to the silver-haired man that frequented the New Grounds Coffee Co. daily. It never needed explanation because, as soon as one saw a picture of the man, the reason for the name was evident.

“W-What do I do?” Constance asked.

“ANSWER IT!” all the girls cried in unison (“And put ‘em on speaker!” Eddie chimed in loudly before Addie frantically shushed her).

Constance took the deepest breath she’d ever taken before accepting the call.

“Um, h-hello, this is Constance,” she spoke timidly into the receiver.

“Constance! I’m glad you picked up. Um, hello. I-It’s Ebenezer.”

Her heart did backflips at the excited tremor in his voice. “H-Hi! I thought I recognized your number, haha. I’m glad you called.”

Now on her feet and pacing around in her black shorts and crumb-covered pullover, she was so thankful he hadn’t opted for a video call. While it was always nice to see him (literally, he was a treat for the eyes), she knew she looked like an absolute mess, with wine-stained lips and her hair in an updo that nothing but a shower could help.

She they talked, she saw her friends watching in intrigued, their reactions running the gambit from eager cheering to sly, flirtatious lip puckers.

“Are you busy?” he asked.

“Um, not really,” she replied truthfully, frantically gesturing for the girls to stay quiet. “I’m just at home. I-I hope you are too. It’s cold out.”

From her vantage point in the kitchen, she could see the beginnings of a gentle snowfall dusting the surrounding buildings in a flimsy layer of frost.

“I just finished at the office, actually,” confided, his voice low. “It’s been a long day, so I wanted to warm up with a drink before I left. I did want to give you a call as soon as I could. To tell you the truth, I’ve been looking forward to it all day.”

Constance was sure she looked like a crazy person as she spun in excited circles at his admission, but she was far too happy to care. “Really? I’m kind of relieved to hear that, actually! I’m glad I didn’t scare you off.”

“Hardly,” he replied with a warm laugh. “I’m sorry I didn’t call sooner.”

“Oh, please don’t apologize! You were working. I’m just glad to hear you can head home soon.”

“You’re very sweet,” Ebenezer said, and her heart leapt again at his praise. His voice always got a little rumbly when he was pleased, and the melty effect it gave her legs was just as effective over the phone. “Constance, I wanted to ask … um, are you off this Saturday? We’re supposed to have a break in this cold front, and I was wondering if might be interested in going out to dinner to enjoy it?”

He was asking her out! It was REALLY happening!

She mouthed out ‘Dinner date!’ to the girls. The reveal was immediately greeted with silent clapping and eager thumbs-ups. Of course, Eddie mouthed back an ‘I told you so’, complete with a pointed finger to accentuate her correctness.

“I would love that,” Constance replied, tousling her hair nervously while she answered. “I’m free all afternoon and evening that day, honestly.”

The second the admission crossed her lips, she felt instant regret. Great, she thought. Now he probably thought she sounded desperate and needy for attention. Yet, Ebenezer only laughed again (goodness, his laughter was so nice – she could listen to it all day, every day).

“Fantastic! Would 8 p.m. work? There’s a fabulous restaurant on the riverfront called Estella’s that I think you’d enjoy.”

Estella’s on a Saturday night? The restaurant was well known for only serving London’s most upper of upper class. Without connections, it was nearly impossible to get a table.

“I’ve heard of it – it’s very exclusive! I-I hear it’s really hard to get in.”

“I think we should be fine,” Ebenezer said, his tone confident but not arrogant.

Unbeknownst to her, he was eyeing a reservation email in his inbox that confirmed the details of the dinner. He’d reached out to the restaurant’s owner and successfully booked the space before even calling to mention it to her. That way if she accepted his invitation, there would be no risk of him not being able to fulfill it. The last thing he wanted to do on a long-awaited date with the first woman he’d had a crush on in literal decades was not deliver on a first-date promise.

“Can I pick up at 7:15 p.m. or so? I know it’s early, but if we have some extra time beforehand, there’s a lovely lounge on the restaurant’s second floor with a nice artwork display. We could grab a drink or two as well. I-If you wouldn’t mind that, that is.”

“That sounds so lovely,” she answered. Heavens, how long had it been since she’d been on a date that sounded so nice? Why, it probably hadn’t been since before her marriage to her ex-husband, Orin. That would have made it over 20 years.

“Yes, 7:15 p.m. would work perfectly! I don’t think I live too far from you.”

As she gave him her address, she heard the click of a pen and the faint sound of scrawling. He was writing it down.

“Sounds perfect,” he said. “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.”

He was actually going to drive her? Ebenezer Samuel Scrooge, one of London’s most esteemed philanthropists and self-made billionaires, was going to drive her personally?

“Oh, good! We don’t have a ton of parking here, but when I see your message, I can walk just up the street to the –”

“Nonsense,” he interrupted. “London’s winters are frigid! I’ll not have you walking and waiting in the dark. When I’m there, I’ll get out, ring the bell, and walk you personally.”

This all had to be some elaborate dream, she thought. Perhaps she’d fallen asleep during the movie after all and was just one nudge away from waking up and seeing that their phone conversation was nothing but an imagined flight of fancy.

“O-Okay, that sounds wonderful.”

“Excellent. Well, I won’t keep you, dear. I will tell you that I’m very much looking to our date.”

“Me too,” she revealed. “T-Thank you again for calling. I honestly can’t wait.”

“I’m glad to hear that, and I hope you’ll trust me when I say that it’s my pleasure.”

She laughed, an easy smile crossing her face. She leaned against the kitchen wall and sank down until she was seated on the floor, knees nestled just beneath her chin. “Well, I really hope you have a safe trip home. Goodnight, Ebenezer.”

“I certainly will,” he said. Then, after another beat, he said, “Goodnight, angel. I’ll see you Saturday.”

Constance ended the call. After checking to make sure she’d hung up the phone, even dialing another digit to hear a dial tone click in, she shot up and danced in circles. The woman was just about to run to the living room to alert her friends only to see that they were all waiting in a gaggle on the other side of the threshold.

“So?” Addie asked, already beaming.

“8 o’clock on Saturday,” she revealed.

Bess was the first to cheer and pull her friend into a tight embrace. “I knew it! I knew he would eventually do it!”

“Where’s he takin’ ya?” Gal asked. Upon hearing the answer, her eyes nearly popped out of her skull. “Estella’s!? Blimey, he mighty does like ye if he's takin' ye to a fancy galley like that!”

“You think?” Connie asked, then giggled again as Addie hugged her tight.

“The real test will be the night of,” Eddie said, waggling her glass mid-air. “What he does during the date…and after.”

“I-It’s just a first date, nothing serious,” the redhead said.

Bess and Gal exchanged unconvinced looks. Addie hummed idly. Eddie all but snorted.

“Just don’t forget a change of clothes,” Eddie teased. “Or…do. He may like that more.”

Connie yelped and Bess only rolled her eyes at the older woman’s teasing. Meanwhile, Addie looked slightly lost in thought, eyes glazing at she rubbed her chin and stared with oddly serious intent at the floor.

“Addie?” the raven-haired woman asked. “You okay?”

“Oh, I’m fine!” she said, “I was … just thinking. Um, you said his name is Mr. Scrooge, right?”

Constance nodded.

“Ebenezer, or Ebenezar?”

“Um…Ebenezer?” Constance answered, her brow furrowing. “With an ‘er’ at the end.”

Without another word, Addie suddenly trotted back to the living room. The other woman trotted after to find her crouching on her knees, arm rattling around a small magazine rack they had under their end table. It was a common resting place for junk mail, catalogs, and other unnecessary mail items that didn’t have a purpose or deadline attached to them.

“Almoooost ...a-ha!”

Addie pulled a semi-smushed, rolled up finance section that had gotten mixed up in their morning newspaper delivery on accident. She flipped through it quickly before finding the page she desired. Then, splaying the pages open with her thumb, she held out the publication for the other ladies to view.

Right there, in the paper’s centerfold, was a featured article title: Scrooge Brothers Diversify Financial Portfolio with Expanding Philanthropic Efforts! Expert panelists weigh in…

There, beneath the headline, was an image of both men, side by side, engaged in some kind of presentation before a crowded room of onlookers.

One of the men was the man Constance knew from the coffee shop. Ebenezer Samuel Scrooge, the man who never ordered the same thing twice, complimented her skills, and remembered her birthday even when all her other coworkers had forgotten.

The other man beside him had the exact same face. Longer hair and a slightly sturdier frame, but otherwise, the resemblance between them was eerie.

Bess poked her head over Connie’s shoulder for a better look. Upon seeing the brothers featured, she grabbed the article and went bug-eyed. “No way.”

“Way. He’s a twin,” Addie said, “An identical twin!”

That had gone well.

Or, he thought it had … hadn’t it?

He allowed himself the pleasure of letting out a little laugh of relief. Bloody hell, he’d been so nervous about calling her. When he’s first seen the note she’d left him, he’d thought he’s been dreaming. Or, perhaps she was pranking him. Regardless, he’d tucked the note in the breast pocket of his coat for safe-keeping. Even the small scrap of paper carried the aroma of lilies and fresh pears, a perfume he’d come to associate with her. It paired quite nicely with the sight of her brightly greeting customers as they came in from the cold. After shuffling down the cold and sometimes hollow alleyways of London, the mere sight of her tanned visage and coppery hair was like glimpsing the summer sun.

Then, when he’d worked up the nerve to call (after the help of some liquid courage and from within the safety of an empty office) the sound of her voice had lured him into a sanctuary of further boldness. Each word from her lips was as clear as a bell, her articulation precise and her tone welcoming. Eager, perhaps. He certainly hoped so.

Ebenezer polished off the glass’ last finger of whiskey before pulling up a new tab on his laptop. After loading the website of a local florist he knew from their work at other charity events, he began to browse through the different flower varieties and arrangement options.

What flowers should he bring? Tulips? Too juvenile. Roses? Certainly beautiful, but still not quite right. Orchids? No, lilies! And sunflowers. An unconventional combination, he supposed, but it seemed so perfect for her. The lilies for poise and elegance, and the sunflowers for the way she lit up even the darkest days in the darkest city with just one smile.

As he clicked through different options, he saw the phone he’d temporarily set aside vibrate gently upon his cherrywood desk.

He was greeted by a text from his younger twin brother.

>>Ebenezar: I can see the office light on from my flat. What the hell are you still doing there? <<Ebenezer: I’ll be leaving shortly. I’m just grabbing a drink. >>Ebenezar: Must be a strong drink – you were pacing around the office with the loopiest grin on that mug of yours. Now, you’re browsing for flowers?

Ebenezer went to the window and yanked the blinds shut. Blast, he’d forgotten his brother lived so close to the damn office.

<<Ebenezer: Spying? Are you so bored at home? >>Ebenezar: I’m not calling on Yankee ladies like you. If that’s what you mean.

How the hell had he known? Blast, he must have heard him chatting about the phone conversation with Bob.

<<Ebenezer: Perhaps it would do you well. You’re handsome enough. >>Ebenezar: ‘He was hilarious.’ That’s what they’ll say on the day someone finally knocks you on the head for your smartass comments. <<Ebenezer: Pot, meet kettle. Like I said, I’ll be leaving shortly. Sorry to cut your entertainment short. When you start calling on Yankee ladies, I’ll warm them of your voyeurism. >>Ebenezar: Smartass wanker.

Ebenezer rolled his eyes and pocketed the device, quite content to abandon his post and get some sleep. It was getting colder out, after all, and Constance had expressed hope that he’d head home soon.

In a way, he wanted to honor her wishes, even if she wasn’t technically present to witness it.

The fact that she cared so much made heat flood his cheeks, and he suddenly doubted if he’d even need his winter coat anymore to keep his blood from freezing.

I really hope you have a safe trip home. Goodnight, Ebenezer.

His heart started again. The blush didn’t leave his face, even after he’d closed his laptop and shut off the lights.

For a man who enjoyed a productive and jam-packed workweek, suddenly Saturday night couldn’t come fast enough.

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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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Born To Die

Requested by anon: Can you do a imagine with Tommy Shelby? A song fic maybe Lana Del Rey's Born To Die but fluffy and angsty?

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, *in Italian voice* mention of mafia stuff, mention of death, death not Reader’s or Tommy’s, fluff

Song: Born To Die by Lana Del Rey

Note: I can’t remember if they say how their mother died, I’m guessing it was when she gave birth to Finn, I dunno, I’m assuming so because...yeah idk. I hope you like it!

Edit: OH SHIT I JUST REALIZED I REMEMBER WHEN HER DEATH IS MENTIONED- I'M BIG DUMB LMAO

Lyrics = Bold + Italic | Memories = Italic | Thoughts = Apostrophe + Italic + Apostrophe

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @stydia-4-ever, @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @jenepleurepasbaby, @peakysputain

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

Feet don't fail me now, take me to your finish line. Oh my heart it breaks every step that I take, but I'm hoping that the gates, they'll tell me that you're mine.

Walking through the city streets, is it by mistake or design? I feel so alone on a Friday night, can you make me feel like home if I tell you you're mine?

Tommy sighed, watching the woman he loved walk angerly out the door of his office. He informed her of the Changretta’s vendetta and how she would need to leave him to live. He told her that he didn’t care whether or not she wanted to, that it was his decision because he was the one the Italians wanted to kill.

“I can fend for myself!”

“I don’t doubt that, love, but you need to leave.” He looked away, the quivering of her lip too much for him to handle. Tom almost cried, his eyes were watery and his heart was aching, he really didn’t want it to come to this. “Maybe being able to protect yourself will keep you alive if you ever need-”

“Whatever. I’m not leaving. I’ll just go home until you can change your mind or learn that I’m no coward. Perhaps when you do choose the right decision, you could come stay with me. Otherwise, enjoy your time here, Husband.” Venom dripped from the word, hitting him hard as he watched her spin around, grab her coat, and hurriedly stomp out the building.

Y/n smiled slightly, only for a moment, responding to the sorry expression Lizzie gave her as she walked past. The smile soon dropped from her face, showing that it was only for Lizzie to see, that she too was sorry. The woman flinched as the doors slammed, rubbing the sides of her head with a deep sigh.

“Thomas. She’s right, ya know. I’ve seen that girl do some extraordinary shit. Think about it.” With that, Lizzie followed Y/n’s actions, quieter and calmer, but still leaving him to drink his sorrows away while he “thought” about everything.

He downed another shot. What had been? His hundredth shot? His desk was already a mess, his office no better, and his heart still bared the burden of knowing Y/n would either be hurt by him or hurt by the mafia. There was no loophole this time.

The girl he thought of made her way to her old home, drenched in the rain, and utterly tired. Mentally. Emotionally. Slightly Physically. She knew exactly what she was getting into; Shelby business usually always had guns involved. Pol often told her that Tommy really did love her, that he was just stubborn.

Y/n laughed mockingly. Thomas was stubborn, but stubborn could be broken with choices. So that’s what she gave Tommy. Two of the hardest choices she’d ever thrown at him. Y/n grew worried as she neared her home, the feeling in her stomach and heart. ‘What if he doesn’t follow?’

She halted in her steps, turning and looking around. He wasn’t there.

Her walking continued, this time feeling very, very, very, very, alone. Each time she passed a block, knowing she was nearing her house, she felt all hope leave her body. She felt strength, bravery, and faith deteriorate as her heart slowly tore in two.

The door to her house taunted her. It’s readiness to be opened, to have her brain laugh in self-mockery, to tease her about how stupid she was to believe Tommy would actually care.

Or maybe- he’d be behind the door. Raced her to her home to prove her wrong with a pleasant surprise. Her front door was full of tricks, and her heart was pounding with anticipation.

She opened the door, revealing the nothingness of her home. It’s interior dark and Tommy-less. Y/n didn’t know what to do. Her plan to hurt him just a little backfired into hurting her just a lot. The couch was her bed that night. She was alone.

Tommy failed her.

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry, sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don't know why. Keep making me laugh, lets go get high, the road is long, we carry on; try to have fun in the meantime.

Come take a walk on the wild side, Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain, You like your girls insane, So choose your last words, this is the last time, Cause you and I, we were born to die.

Ever since that weekend, she’d been avoiding Tommy. She only stopped by their mansion to see Charlie and the other Shelbys, but other than that, she stayed in her old house. The Y/n Tommy knew was clinging onto the edge, praying he’d change his mind.

Tommy was too damn stubborn for his own good.

“Thomas. You have to apologize-”

“No, Pol. I don’t have to apologize nor admit that she’s right. You know why? Eh? Because she’s not. I will not have the woman I love get murdered in front of my own eyes, or at all. If Y/n is to die, I’d rather it be old age or peacefully in her sleep than by the son of the man who tried to kill her at our own wedding.”

He knew the mafia would make it harder to prevent deaths, which he’d learned from John, and Y/n would be shown no mercy by Luca, so he took his time, for once, to think about his options.

“See? She’s escaped death once, who’s to say she won’t laugh in his face again?” Polly scoffed at her nephew, walking out the door to visit Y/n like she’d been doing for the past few days.

Y/n needed company, and Polly was the perfect person for it. She made Y/n tea and helped her unwind, allowing her to know more of her past than her own family member did. Y/n ranted to Polly, about the things she missed and the things she didn’t. About the things that made her want to lash out and the things that made her want to cry with joy.

“How’s Tommy?” Y/n spoke through sniffles.

“Horrible, still a stubborn bastard. But lets not focus on his actions in the now. Instead, why don’t you think of the things you love...no, loved, about Tommy, more specifically, how he was before the paranoia caught up to him?”

“I mean, can you blame him? His brother was-”

Polly pursed her lips, hinting to Y/n that she was not in the best of moods to be discussing anything of John’s death. Y/n stopped, looking to Pol, waiting for her to continue. “Tell me, what did Tommy do to win you over?”

“He was... kind. And very caring.”

A small boy chased a smaller girl through the woods, their bare feet crunching the leaves under them, cold air nipping at their noses and uncovered parts of their skin.

“Tommy!”

The younger girl cried as she tripped over a branch in the path. Only nine, she was sure she’d fallen in love with the twelve year old boy. He’d been sure of the same thing as well.

“It’s okay, Y/n, I’ve got you!” He raced over, jumping skillfully over the wood and dropping to his knees. His hands reached for her leg, she hissed in pain and brought her leg back towards herself. “No, you have to let me see it if I’m to help.”

“Promise you won’t hurt it more?”

“I promise.” The boy smiled brightly up at the girl before inspecting her leg. When he discovered it was nothing major, he pressed a chaste kiss to her injury, then helped her up and onto his back.

“He knew just how to make me laugh..still does,” she chuckled quietly.

“Thomas! I can’t believe you did that!” The teen girl gasped at her admirer, his story being more amusing than he’d thought. It was a relief. “Polly must’ve been pissed!”

“She was. Told me to stop doing the impressions, that it was disrespectful. But John enjoys it, so Aunt Polly doesn’t have to know everything...” They stopped, Y/n put out her cigarette and pulled Tommy’s from his mouth, putting it out as well. “It’s um..raining.”

“I know.” Y/n smirked at the boy, biting her lip shyly before extending her hand, “May I have this dance?”

“Isn’t it the boy who asks the girl?” She rolled her eyes playfully, Thomas joining her in their laughter, “Fine fine, yes, you may. As long as I lead.”

“Can’t promise you anything, princess.”

Tommy gasped, feigning offence, “Oh you didn’t-”

“Oh but I did.” Her smile made his heartbeat rush, the blush on her face mirrored his, and the dinosaurs in their stomachs evolved into giants. Once butterflies, now giants, their teen crushes never hesitated to bring them closer.

They danced, Y/n’s dress sticking to her skin like Tommy’s dress-shirt. They’d came from the church, Tommy’s story about how he talked to John in the preacher’s voice, and their Sunday Bests were now soaked with the skies tears, which their melody came from.

“Y/n?” She nodded in response. “Lets run away. Together.” He dipped her, and then pulled her back up to see her reaction. A wild, even mischievous, smile rested on her lips before he leaned forward to join their grins in a rough kiss.

“Polly will kill us, you know?”

“Oh I don’t doubt that for a second.” He pulled away from her, twirling her with his hand and basking in her giggles, “So I suppose we should think of what our final words’ll be, huh?”

Lost but now I am found. I can see but once I was blind. I was so confused as a little child, Tried to take what I could get, Scared that I couldn't find; All the answers honey.

She winced, crying out in emotional pain as the priest slapped Tommy. Pol collected her nephew, but no one came for Y/n. She was going to give up, allow the church to take her wherever they planned, but the door opened again. Polly waited by it.

The older woman blinked in surprise as the teen wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. “T-thank you.”

“You’re very welcome dear. Now, come along, we mustn’t stall.”

Ever since that day, she’d been so bothered with the curiosity of what led Polly to help her. Even now, as an adult and married to a Shelby, she was confused. Polly was still helping her, even though she wasn’t on the best terms with Tommy.

“Why?” Pol looked up. “Why’d you help me that day? Did Tommy ask you too?”

Polly thought back, smiling and shaking her head. “No.”

“Then what made you help me?”

“Nothing, Y/n. I just... I just felt the need to help. Thomas had no say in the matter, as he believed your parents were coming. I believe I... I could see his love for you. The way he looked at you, the gleam in his eyes when someone brought you up, the pep in his step whenever he went where you were. Tom was happy, and that was important... especially when their mother passed.”

Y/n nodded, a single, yet still sad, tear rolling down her cheek.

“Tommy? what’s wrong?” The 18 year old boy crawled through her window, eyes red and puffy. He mumbled something of his mother dying after giving birth to the youngest, and the last, Shelby brother.

She felt her eyes well up with tears, knowing his pain and feeling the need to hold him close to her.

And she did. His head rested on her chest as they drifted into a peaceful slumber, waking up with tear-stained cheeks, tired eyes, and matching red hazes across their faces.

She fell asleep with him that night. And the next. And the next. And the next. He continued coming over, crying to her, sometimes with her. Despite them not confessing their feelings for one another yet, they knew full well how in love they both were, after all, they’d kissed before.

1908 was a wild year.

But it was also the year they finally vowed to be together. The sooner three more years had passed, the sooner she’d be with the man she loved. She smiled, stretching as much as she could with a sleeping Tommy on her. The sunlight danced across his sleeping face, allowing her to admire him and all his beauty.

The sleepy smile on his face too. It showed how happy he was.

That, or how much he enjoyed the feeling of her nails combing through his hair.

Either way, they were both happy.

“That’s why I helped.”

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry, Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don't know why. Keep making me laugh, Lets go get high. The road is long, we carry on, Try to have fun in the meantime.

Come take a walk on the wild side, Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain, you like your girls insane, Choose your last words, this is the last time, Cause you and I, we were born to die. We were born to die We were born to die.

Come and take a walk on the wild side, Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain, You like your girls insane~

Luca blinked, blood in his eyes, as Y/n walked through the door and raised her gun. Thomas’ eyes widened; he was expecting Arthur, not his wife to push past him. And he certainly wasn’t expecting Arthur to just stand there, doing nothing to stop her.

She smirked at the Italian before shooting him, the bullet passing through his head and hitting the barrel behind him. She didn’t so much as flinch as the gunshot rang throughout the building.

Changretta’s body hit the floor with a loud thud, splashing sounds following. Gin poured from the hole in it’s barrel, but no one cared.

They were too focused on Tommy’s wife, who was tucking her gun away.

The woman looked at Tommy, a sigh of relief, possibly from the fact that he was still alive, escaped her mouth. She turned and left without saying anything.

He let out a shaky breath, speaking with pants every now and the,. “Tell your people in Chicago, that Michael Gray will sign the import licence to New York. 300 barrels of English dry gin a month.”

“Leave. All of ya. Tell your boss what you saw here today. Tell him...you don’t fuck with the Peaky Blinders.” Arthur stepped aside once the men had left. “And uh brother? I believe you have your own business to attend to?”

“What?”

Polly flicked Tommy’s ear with a shocked expression. It was not from Y/n killing Luca, though she did feel proud of the girl, but from Tommy’s stubborn dumbassery. “Quit being such a stubborn bastard and go after her, idiot!”

“Right-” He swallowed before nodding and rushing out of the building.

Don't make me sad, don't make me cry, Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough I don't know why. Keep making me laugh, Lets go get high, The road is long, we carry on, Try to have fun in the meantime.

Come take a walk on the wild side, Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain, You like your girls insane. Choose your last words, this is the last time, Cause you and I, we were born to die.

The slam of the door caused Y/n to stop and turn around.

“What do you wa-” She started, only for her to be grabbed by the back of her neck and pulled into a kiss. Their lips fit together perfectly, dancing before separating for the horribly-timed human need of oxygen.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I should’ve listened to you-” Y/n cut him off, pulling him down by the lapels of his jacket. The rain began to pour, dousing the couple in a familiar melody. She pulled away, grinning widely. “Oh.. it’s raining. Should we head back ins-”

“I know.” She extended her arm to her husband, her action and interruption catching him by surprise. “May I have this dance?”

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maxbegone · 5 years ago

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IT’S FINALLY HERE!

In an effort to spread some love to the fanfic authors in the Schitt’s Creek community, this post is a compiling of some of our favorite fics! Thank you to every single person who decided to participate in this dedication of love! And to the fanfic authors out there - thank you for being so wonderful and sharing your stories with us! Here’s to many more countless hours of reading - day or night!

There are repeats! I understand that may seem a little redundant, but I wanted everyone who participated to share their favorite fics regardless of repetition, author, pairing, AU, size, etcetera.

A very special thanks to everyone who participated!

@bestwisheswarmestregards // @brighter-than-sunshine // @danieljradcliffe @darnitdraco // @imargaery // @justwaiting23 // @leopxld-fitz // @lickrustdavid // @loveburnsbrighter // @oceanavinfinity @poorguysheadcanon // @ratchet // @roguebabyinyourstore @stuck-on-your-heart // @thisbuildinghasfeelings // @vulcantastic @wlwbaudelaire

I’m going to go ahead and put everything under the cut, because this should be quite a long post!

**If there are authors on tumblr whose handles were not properly added, please send me a message!

@bestwisheswarmestregards

Fic 1: Ace Of Hearts by loveisallyouneed21

Why I like it: It is just really sweet and made me really happy. Plus I like seeing Patrick as an asexual being one myself. I don’t see a lot of ace characters in the media so seeing someone portray Patrick, a character I love, as one makes me really happy.

Fic 2: An Unexpected Arrival by @justwaiting23

Why I like it: It was one of the first fics I read in this fandom and I fell in love with it. Plus the Brewers are in it and I love anything with the Brewers.

Fic 3: Hammock by @maxbegone

Why I like it: This fic makes me so fluffy inside. Early morning and snuggles are one of the best combinations.

@brighter-than-sunshine

Fic 1: Your Wings Prepare To Fly by @icmezzo

Why I like it: I’m not the biggest fans of AUs/ Fantasy takes on fics, but the characterization of David and Patrick is so good here. It’s such a beautifully written fic, and I just couldn’t get enough of it when I first read it! A definite reread.

Fic 2: Today and All the Days that Follow by @unfolded73

Why I like it: This one is one of my all-time favorites, because it explores so many of the relationships between all the characters… I especially love the bits including Stevie and Alexis.

Fic 3: Little Reminders of our Love by @justwaiting23

Why I like it: The whole idea of David and Patrick leaving each other notes was too adorable not to recommend this fic!

@danieljradcliffe

Fic 1: Watching Through Windows by @helvetica-upstart

Why I like it: Some fandoms have those fics that just inevitably change the game and define what fanfiction can be and for me, this is that fic for Schitt's Creek. It is a staple that everyone's read and continues to talk about and recommend a year after it was published; I'm sure we will continue to talk about it for years to come and to recommend it as new folks come into the fandom.

Fic 2: Until Now Gives Way to Then by swat117

Why I like it: I just read this one-shot recently thanks to your (feel free to edit this how you need for your post) recommendation of their other fic, 'Exposed Brick.' This is a fic that (for me) completely captures why David and Patrick fit and work so well together and how their pasts have made it possible for them to be who they are as a couple in SC. I haven't read another fic that resonated with my own interpretation and appreciation of their relationship as much as this one. This author truly and completely sees them for all that they are.

Fic 3: Red White and Blue Jays by @grapehyasynth

Why I like it: I saw this fic published earlier this year and wanted to read it so badly but figured I should read the source material (Red, White, & Royal Blue) first so I did and absolutely fell in love with that book (who wouldn't?). I attribute this fic for inspiring me to read Casey McQuiston's book and so when I went to finally read it, I had extremely high expectations and even still, this fic exceeded them. The author does an amazing job of incorporating aspects of the original book (RWRB) while keeping the story true to the characters and relationships we know and love in Schitt's Creek. I read the entire fic in one sitting and then instantly, read it again. It is laugh out loud funny while being romantic as hell and keeps David and Patrick incredibly in-character throughout.

@darnitdraco

Fic 1: Red White And Blue Jays by @grapehyasynth

Why I like it: this fic is the reason I bought Red White and Royal Blue. Going into the fic, I didn’t know what the book was about so it was all new to me but it was great nevertheless. Now that im almost finished with the book, I love this fic even more. I know its an AU but I think the characters are written well and I pretty much love any fic when Rachel isn’t made out to be the bad guy. Its 13 chapters and I will 100% be rereading it after I finish the book.

Fic 2: Nothing Burns Like The Cold by @wildxwired

Why I like it: This is a one shot and definitely Patrick Centric. I thrive on Angst and Hurt/Comfort. I personally feel like it is Patrick coming to terms with a things he didn’t have control over and him getting closure on things of the past. I don’t want to give away too much of the plot but please read this guys!!

Fic 3: sometimes good things fall apart by @blueink3

Why I like it: I have reread this multiple times and it gets better each time. Its only 4 chapters but it isn’t rushed. As I said above, I THRIVE on angst and hurt/comfort. This has both, AND protective Patrick. It is a spin on what could’ve happened after the barbecue and it has a happy ending so don’t worry.

@imargaery

Fic 1: Dodgeball is f*cking stupid by alldaydream

Why I like it: This is a one-chapter piece that comes in just under 6k and yet the author manages to build a super rich AU experience and tell a complete story that is at once heart-wrenching, sweet, sexy, and thematic. If you want angst that doesn’t last too long, that leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy, this is the one-shot for you. I go back to it as much as I go back to some of my favorite D&P scenes from the show.

Fic 2: if not for you by goingmywaydoll

Why I like it: When it comes to fanfiction about our boys, there’s almost nothing I love more than a high school AU. This is that. But it’s also a ROAD TRIP. What better scenario is there for a slow burn, mutual pining, dialogue heavy love story with plenty of bed sharing and nobody bothering them?

Fic 3: Beneath the Winter Snow by Distractivate

Why I like it: Can you tell I love a good AU? This one’s about the Olympics and it imagines a world in which Patrick and David have already fallen in love, had a relationship, and have broken up. This is a story about them finding their way back to each other--which isn’t hard because they have to be around each other all the time and work through their issues. It’s written with grace and thoughtfulness, and walking with Patrick and David as they learn to communicate with one another and work on healing makes the reunion that much more satisfying.

@justwaiting23

Fic 1: hit me with your best shot by @ignisgayentia

Why I like it: This is a bit of a random one but it has stuck with me ever since I read it. It’s a short little AU about David and Patrick meeting at a baseball game where Patrick is one of the players. It’s really sweet and does such a great job of keeping the voices in character, especially with the flirty teasing and awkwardness and is one of those fics I go back to over and over again.

Fic 2: Spills & Thrills by storieswelove

Why I like it: This is one in a series of ‘Meet-Uglies’ that the author has written which I adore but it’s my favourite one out of them. It has the perfect mix of awkward interactions which make you cringe and also really sweet and fond moments between the two of them.

Fic 3: You Can Plan on Me by odofidi

Why I like it: This is a sweet little piece of marital fluff about the first Christmas after the wedding. It fits exactly with my idea about what married life would be like for them and is really sweet, plus I always love it when the Brewers are able to see Patrick so genuinely in love with someone like that so it’s definitely one of my very favourites.

@leopxld-fitz

Fic 1: best wishes, warmest regards (sent with confetti effect) by reymonova (costiellie)

Why I like it: This fic is just pure fun. The character voices are always perfect, and it’s such a nice addition to the series. This story is full of incredible one-liners and I think about “th*nk y*u” at least once a week. A must-read for anyone who loves a good Stevie-David friendship moment.

Fic 2: Going Down by @concannonfodder

Why I like it: This is a perfect AU. Rich David? Check. New York? Check. Patrick’s gay awakening? Check, check, check. This fic feels as real and in-character as any canon events of the show, and the author does an incredible job at lining up a love story for the ages all over again under completely different pretenses. Plus, who doesn’t love a “stuck in an elevator” trope? I would watch 10 movies based off of this.

Fic 3: I’ve Never Liked A Smile As Much As I Like Yours by hagface

Why you like it: I live for college AU’s, and this one doesn’t disappoint. I love how the author repositioned characters and events for a new setting, and David as a picky art major is all I ever could have hoped for. Character interactions are pitch perfect and there’s a true “paint me like one of your french girls” pining moment that was truly glorious. A great read!!

@lickrustdavid

Fic 1: Tonight I’ll Drift in A Dream With You by torakowalski

Why I like it: It’s rare to find such a well-written fic with a great family dynamic that makes you feel like you’re almost just reading a script for the actual show instead of an idea. There’s something soft and comforting about reading cohabitation with Alexis and David and Patrick doing there own things on separate sides of the motel room.

Fic 2: A Week with the Brewers by @justwaiting23

Why I like it: The dynamic with David and the Brewer’s is genuinely authentic and it’s made me flash back to some of my own experiences with partners parents. The fact that Patrick’s totally willing to have sex while his parents are there while David is mortified at the idea is also great and realistic. I feel like this fic also shows how partners grow and learn to communicate with one another and trust them.

Fic 3: Welcome to Cabaret by @vivianblakesunrisebay

Why you like it: The concept of David being more included in the whole Cabaret experience was something I definitely appreciated, since during the show I was kind of bummed with the lack of him. Stevie is wonderfully written in my opinion, and I really liked Patrick going on dates with the choreographer and watching David figure out how to cope.

@loveburnsbrighter

Fic 1: Small Projects by GCLane

Why I like it: My ultimate comfort fic. Soft relationship feels and loving, passionate discussion of fiber arts, plus nuanced discussion of coming out and fitting in and what it means to be queer. Also David trying new things and doing his best, which is also fun (he learns to knit!)

Fic 2: You and Me and This Temptation by @leupagus

Why I like it: Another comfort fic! Musician Patrick/manager David. It's funny asf and super sweet at the same time. Plus it does justice by Rachel, and made me totally love her. Also, I was never sold on AUs of any kind and this is the fic that converted me. I re-read it when I need cheering up and it never fails.

Fic 3: The Moment I Touched Down by rockinhamburger

Why you like it: Patrick learning about David's past and being the sweetest most sympathetic bean :(. This one is full of tragic backstory and good emotional hurt/comfort. Super cathartic to read, and it makes me want to wrap David and Patrick both in big hugs and protect them from the world.

@maxbegone

Fic 1: my heart was broke, my head was sore by @blueink3

Why I like it: This was the first fic I read since coming into the fandom. It’s canon-divergent, which, as it turns out, I kind of love. It’s so beautifully-written; a story about David meeting the Brewers much sooner than he anticipated, under unforeseen circumstances that take Patrick back to his hometown - and David is right along with him. And just like in every universe, Marcy Brewer is an angel.

Fic 2: Cleanser by @cypress-tree

Why I like it: Hello and welcome to my comfort fic! This is just the most soothing story. It’s my wind-down fic, and every single time I read it, it makes me want to do my own in-depth skincare routine (that I already do morning and night). But it’s not just about that - it’s about Patrick taking a look at his identity as well. It’s all so tender and sweet, and so intimate in its own lovely way. David pampers Patrick a little bit and shows him that “femininity” and “masculinity” do not have rigid divides. And the first time I read this, I was wearing a mask from LUSH.

Fic 3: keep my spirit strong, you do by fishypots

Why you like it: Content warning; eating disorders, food issues. This hit me square in the chest. It resonated with me in a way I knew it would but struck so much more within me. By the end of it, I was smiling because of how represented I felt. I know this is a difficult topic for some, but I needed to share this fic. As someone with dysmorphia and struggles with disordered eating, it was such a comfort to read about David, who is a character so vulnerable and his partner who doesn’t pester him with questions. Instead he listens, he does a little research (it’s Patrick, of course he does), and remains by him. It’s all written so realistically and tenderly, and without any jabs or awkward nods toward body image. This will forever be at the top of my list.

@oceanavinfinity

Fic 1: I Carry These Heart-Shapes Only to You by ladyflowdi, ships_to_sail

Why I like it: It is a work-in-progress au set in Paris during WWII. Patrick is a soldier on leave, and David is a gallerist who sailed to France to help Alexis (as usual). The characters are so, so true to canon, and the world building of Paris in that era will whisk you away from your current place. I love it.

@poorguysheadcanon

Fic 1: bright lights by falconeggs (series)

Why I like it: my favorite schitts creek fic is definitely the series “bright lights” on ao3!

@ratchet

Fic 1: In the Temple of Artemis by MoreHuman

Why I like it: This story has Stevie exploring (with some help) the identifier of Aromantic after navigating what she thought were her romantic feelings for David. Really sensitively written, with a scene that almost perfectly puts into words my feelings about David & Stevie’s soulmate-esque relationship.

Fic 2: David Rose, Your Husband Is At Guest Services by @patricksdavid

Why I like it: Husbands! At Costco! Giant muffins and comically large bags of doritos! 2071 words of pure domestic fluff! What more could you ask for?!

Fic 3: Fifteen Hundred Miles by MoreHuman

Why I like it: Okay so. This is very new as part of the Reel Fic Fest, but I needed to include it. I love Wild, both the book & movie, and I am very much a “deal with my problems by hiking/biking in the forest” so this spoke to me immediately. Patrick and David meet as strangers hiking 1500 miles of the Pacific Crest Trail. There’s nature, pining in nature, tent shenanigans, tent emergencies! Stevie being an excellent friend from afar, a cribbage board, journaling, secret trail register entries, David in flannel, and an ever-present toque. It’s just a really satisfying and calming 30k words with literally 2 characters. I read it twice in 12 hours.

@roguebabyinyourstore

Fic 1: Fifteen Hundred Miles by MoreHuman

Why I like it: I like a good AU as much as the next person, but this one is just STUNNING. The descriptions of the pain and struggle endured by both men, both physical and emotional, was vibrantly visceral. David and Patrick’s relationship bloomed organically and you are hooked on their journey through the wilderness as they grow closer and eventually fall in love. Plus it’s Patrick’s POV. What’s not to love?

Fic 2: Getting Over Getting Older All The Time by Distractivate

Why I like it: You’ve heard of slow burn? Well meet glacial burn. This masterpiece takes us through 10 years of friendship, of missed opportunities, of pining and heartbreak. But most importantly it shows what we all knew - David and Patrick will find their way to each other regardless of time and distance. Also Patrick’s POV, I sort of love Patrick Brewer.

Fic 3: You Could Be The One by bigficenergy

Why I like it: I have a soft spot for early relationship David and Patrick. But almost no fic does it quite like this. This fic highlights points from our boys’ developing relationship scored by the incomparable Carly Rae Jepsen. This fic is so true to the characters, their voices and their story, that it’s all one giant headcanon for me. This fic is part 1 of a larger series and I highly recommend all of them.

@stuck-on-your-heart

Fic 1: a kiss from a rose by mihaly ( @davidroseshusband )

Why I like it: This was the first multi-chapter fic I read when I joined the sc fandom, and I hadn’t read fic of any kind in over a year. It’s a brilliant story where Alexis stars in a reality-dating show. All the characters are portrayed so perfectly in this fic, and you can hear their voices in every piece of dialogue. It’s sweet, it’s hot, it’s everything you could want in an AU. This story helped me fall in love with fic again so it has a very special place in my heart.

Fic 2: Rose’s Eleven by leupagus

Why I love it: This story honestly feels like a movie. I know the concept is based on a film franchise, but the writing in this fic is truly exquisite. It’s so complex and gripping, and there’s a heist which is always a good time. Despite the very different world these characters are in, they are still true to themselves, so it’s very exciting to see how they interact with one another in this universe. This is such a fun read from start to finish and just thinking about it makes me want to go back and read it again.

Fic 3: Simply the Vest by orphan_account

Why I love it: If you couldn’t tell, I’m obsessed with AUs. This fic is such a satisfying AU because it incorporates several tropes that we all know and love. In this story, Patrick is an FBI agent, and he has to go undercover as David’s boyfriend. So right off the bat there’s fake dating! And then it has pining because our boys are dumb! AND THEN it has a little smut if that’s your cup of tea. And while all this is happening, Patrick is being capable and looks very dashing in his FBI vest.

@thisbuildinghasfeelings

Fic 1: Happy to help by @vivianblakesunrisebay

Why I like it: This was the first Schitt’s Creek fic I fell in love with when I started exploring what was out there after bingeing the show for the first time. It’s basically a deep dive into Patrick’s POV from Motel Review through Grad Night. It really helped me appreciate Patrick as a character when I was fairly new to the show. I think I formed a lot of head canon regarding Patrick’s life and backstory based on the things I enjoyed in this fic. And it’s just incredibly well written.

Fic 2: turn down the lights, turn down the bed by @hudders-and-hiddles ( @wild-aloof-rebel )

Why I like it: I love this take on David and Patrick remaining just business partners until Rock On. I can be a bit of a canon purist, so I’m really picky when it comes to AU fic. However, there are actually quite a few I enjoy in this fandom. My favorite thing about this one is that it has the exact right amount of angst, to the point where it’s almost physically painful, but in the best possible way. Especially because you know how it’s going to end. This is angst with a happy ending executed perfectly. And it’s so good that it holds up to multiple rereads.

Fic 3: my heart was broke, my head was sore by blueink3

Why I like it: Another canon divergent AU that I love. This one diverges from canon after Grad Night, at which point Patrick has to go home for a family emergency and David goes with him. What I really love about it is how it puts Patrick in a position to be truly vulnerable and gives David the opportunity to kind of be the strong one and really take care of Patrick. This is something we don’t get to see to this extent in canon until maybe Meet the Parents, so it’s nice seeing it here so early in their relationship. Also, it’s just so beautifully written.

@vulcantastic

Fic 1: no other version of me i would rather be tonight by wardo_wedidit

Why I like it: I’ve always enjoyed the concept of love languages, and it was so sweet watching David do so much for Patrick to show he loves him. Of course, it stems from fear and anxiety that David isn’t doing enough for Patrick (especially with Alexis egging him on), which reads very realistically to me. I think we as the audience tend to forget that David has never had anything like this before, has never experienced the love of someone like Patrick. He’s still learning how to accept that love and return it, in his own unique ways. This fic does a great job of examining that.

Fic 2: Exposed Brick by swat117

Why I like it: To me this is the perfect “Patrick and David visit New York” fic. Patrick is characterized so beautifully here; we not only see how he aims to please throughout his relationship with David but in his interactions with Rachel and his family as well. I imagine there was a lot left unsaid on the show regarding Patrick’s uneasiness about moving to New York and David’s ultimate decision to stay with him in Schitt’s Creek--this is explored wonderfully here. Plus, as a new New Yorker, it was really nice to read about all the iconic places in and around Manhattan.

Fic 3: we’ll take the world together by sonlali

Why I like it: I am a sucker for stories that examine David and Alexis’ relationship before the start of the show. This fic in particular is heart-wrenching, touching on the trauma both siblings likely experienced before we as viewers knew them. I love the idea of David as protector of his younger sister, and to see that sentiment returned by Alexis now that they have grown (physically and emotionally) while living in Schitt’s Creek is beautiful to read.

@wlwbaudelaire

Fic 1: you’re my peace and my quiet by chocobos

Why I like it: This fic is just so soft and sweet and always puts me in a good mood whenever I reread it. It’s wonderfully written and I can truly see this as an actual scene in the show.

Fic 2: Terrified But The Truth is This by ryry_peaches ( @loveburnsbrighter )

Why I like it: As someone who’s had a headcanon that David is autistic since I started watching the show, this was the first fic I saw pertaining to it. I was happy to see how well it was portrayed, especially giving how poorly I’ve seen fics portray autism in other fandoms, and it even made me see the episode “Girls' Night” in a completely different light.

Fic 3: Putting Down Roots by @this-is-not-nothing

Why I like it: Absolute domestic fluff is my jam and this fic delivers it and then some. It gives me everything I could want in a post-canon fic where David and Patrick are happily married and living in their cottage.

Again, thank you to everyone who made this post possible! I am so happy we were able to spread some love and cheer to the fic writers of this community! Sending so much love to each and every one of you, and I’m hoping this provides some new material for the community to discover as well!

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alinaastarkov · 5 years ago

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Can I briefly rant! I genuinely don't care about ships in ASOIAF but I was just arguing with someone who believes JonSa will happen because Sansa has a dream in ASOS where she has a daughter that looks like Arya and this person thought that Jon looks like Arya so Sansa will get w/ him and have a daughter that looks like Arya. THIS WAS THE SAME BOOK WHERE CHAPTERS LATER ARYA IS MISTAKEN FOR SANDOR'S DAUGHTER! Like it's either they haven't read or theories have to be far-fetched 4 them 2 believe.

This is always a safe space to rant, nonny.

You know what that is an interesting thing you pointed out and I never noticed it before! Jonsas will always grasp at straws as to why their ship is going to happen, and as I always say, all of the stuff they point put can usually be applied to another ship that has more weight. And this is yet another example. I have seen them use this before, but it doesn’t hold up, for the reasons you have said among others. Let’s take a look at both passages.

Sometimes she would whisper his name into her pillow just to hear the sound of it. "Willas, Willas, Willas." Willas was as good a name as Loras, she supposed. They even sounded the same, a little. What did it matter about his leg? Willas would be Lord of Highgarden and she would be his lady.

She pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya. - Sansa II ASOS

So, Sansa has just learned she is going to be married to Willas. She’s disappointed because he is not able-bodied and might not be as handsome as his brother, but she’s making do. How great and progressive of her!

She thinks she will name her sons Eddard, Brandon and Rickon and they “looked just like her brothers.” Notice that Sansa does not think they look like Jon because she only considers him her “half-brother” and he does not look like Robb, Bran or Rickon. If they look like her brothers (red hair, blue eyes), they do not look like Jon (brown hair, grey eyes). Strike one against Jonsa. Now, on to the part about Arya. Yes, Arya and Jon look alike, but we must look at the context - “Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.” This fits the pattern of Sansa only thinking of Arya (and Jon) as an afterthought. This indicates that every dream she has of this, she has read-headed sons, and only once or twice does she dream of a girl who looks like Arya/ Jon. Doesn’t seem like the loving committed relationship you’d expect. It is also such a contrivance to say this. Sansa could marry anyone. She has dormant Stark genes, so anyone she marries could give her brown-haired, grey-eyed kids. It’s also possible she’s only thinking of the hair, which is much more common. Strike two against Jonsa. Also, this is more nostalgia than anything. She is dreaming of a happy family life, like the one she (thinks she) used to have, except with her as Catelyn. She is dreaming of her siblings and projecting that on to her duty to produce children. This is longing for the past, not predicting the future, especially as she’s not going to marry Willas as she imagines in this dream.

Now, I had not noticed this about Sandor, but you make a good point.

His dream of selling Arya to Lady Arryn died there in the hills, though. [..] "They have steel now, good swords and mail hauberks, and they watch the high road—the Stone Crows, the Milk Snakes, the Sons of the Mist, all of them. Might be you'd take a few with you, but in the end they'd kill you and make off with your daughter.”

I'm not his daughter, Arya might have shouted, if she hadn't felt so tired. She was no one's daughter now. She was no one. Not Arya, not Weasel, not Nan nor Arry nor Squab, not even Lumpyhead. She was only some girl who ran with a dog by day, and dreamed of wolves by night. - Arya XII ASOS

So, as Sansa is dreaming (only occasionally btw) of a daughter who looks like Arya, Arya herself is recognisable as a girl, and is mistaken for Sandor’s daughter, meaning they must look alike to some extent. By jonsa logic, looking like Arya means the person is a very good candidate for Sansa’s husband, and Sandor certainly checks that box. Also note that Arya doesn’t correct him, for a number of reasons, even though she wanted to. I despise the dynamic between Arya and the Hound, but for the purposes of this argument it’s interesting that GRRM continues this father-daughter charade between them for seemingly no reason. Certainly food for thought.

(Also, not relevant to this ask, but it’s interesting that we’re speaking of dreams meaning something for the future and Arya here “dreamed of wolves by night” so everyone can shut up about her losing her identity.)

I suppose we can file this under “Jonsa arguments that make no sense and actually support a better ship by accident whoops!”

Thanks for the ask!

#neve has mail #asoiaf #anti jonsa #sansa stark #sandor clegane #arya stark #the night wolf

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Hi Grey, I struggle a lot with world building and I think it's easiest for me to learn by example. I was wondering if you had any books or series you'd recommend that you thought did particularly well in the world building department or that you found inspiring. I'm trying to start building a list of things to read, could be any genre

Hello there and thank you for your patience! I’ll be honest, this one’s a challenge to answer, but I’ll do my best. I’ll put it all under a read-more, because I’m going to talk a lot about why I feel these books are good places for thinking about world-building.

Northern Lights, by Philip Pullman. (fantasy)

This one comes up a lot when I’m making recommendations and that’s because I love it. For me, it was deeply formative in many ways, and especially when it came to world-building, because Pullman uses a style of world-building which really clicks for me--which is basically throwing your reader into a world and not explaining much at all, leaving many things gestured at but never explicitly said. Things just happen, things just are, and the reader has to keep up. There’s a lot that goes unsaid in this book, and it means you as a reader have to start thinking and “solving” the gaps in the world yourself. There’s room for speculation and I thrive in that environment, and lean on it heavily in my own work.

A great example of that comes in the first chapter of the novel, on the fifth page and then again on the seventh:

“As Lyra held her breath she saw the servant’s daemon (a dog, like almost all servants’ daemons) trot in and sit quietly at his feet...” - page five. “... and said something to his daemon. He was a servant, so she was a dog; but a superior servant, so a superior dog. In fact, she had the form of a red setter.” - page seven.

That’s good oblique storytelling, because you are told so much and simultaneously so little. From these two tiny pieces, you now know that:

servants usually have dog-shaped daemons

some daemons, even within a family, are “better” than others

daemons mean something about their person

But these pieces tell you enough that you can now speculate and question the world as you read on. Things like:

why do servants have dog daemons?

what makes a red setter daemon better than another dog daemon?

what does a dog daemon mean?

what is the hierarchical system of daemons, who is better than whom?

are people sorted because of their daemons, or do the daemons reflect where the person is sorted to after the fact?

what do other daemons mean?

are these meanings innate or cultural?

The book itself will directly answer maybe one or two questions, hint at a few others, and leave many completely unresolved. But that’s not bad world-building. For me, that’s the kind of world-building I love best. The book can now say, “this person’s daemon is a butterfly,” and you will be primed to read symbolism and significance into that, even in moments where the book itself doesn’t give you any. You’re a participant in creating the world as you read. A little goes a long way.

The Discworld novels, by Terry Pratchett. (fantasy, comedy) If you’re trying to pick a first book, start here.

And now for something completely different. Pratchett’s Discworld is an absurdist world, created to satirise fantasy tropes and play as the stage for social and political commentary. What makes Discworld so interesting as a place to learn about world-building is that it is a world that doesn’t take chronology or “consistency” or “authenticity” seriously. Where a lot of fantasy writers will stress over making sure every detail lines up, and their fans will often get very upset if they find anything “inconsistent” or “incorrect”, Pratchett’s world entirely rejects that way of doing things. Pratchett commented:

“[S]ometimes I even forget [...] where things are ... I don’t think [...] even the most rabid fan expects complete consistency within Discworld, because in Ankh-Morpork you have what is apparently a Renaissance city, but with elements of early Victorian England, and the medieval world is still hanging on. It’s in a permanent state of turmoil, which is very interesting for the author.” (quoted in Hills, Guilty of Literature).

There’s something very liberated and fluid in how Discworld forms, because it’s such a committed pastiche, but it doesn’t at all (at least, for me) undercut believing in the characters or story. I adore Discworld and its characters. I think it’s very valuable to read if you’re in fantasy writing (or speculative fiction in general), because it’s easy to fall into thinking that unless you make everything Perfect and Realistic and Consistent, your world-building isn’t good.

Something else about Discworld worth noting is that, despite being absurd and fluid, it is also grounded in the real. Pratchett’s world is in turmoil, but it includes sewer systems, passages of trade and commerce, and a pervasive sense of the civic life happening and living outside of the plot-line: it’s not just a diorama to be walked through, but a place where people exist and do mundane things and have everyday needs. I personally find it fascinating that the story manages to exist sort of balancing at oppositional ends of the “realism” spectrum at all times, but I think that’s also the key to why it is so successful at what it does.

(Side note: Matt Hills’ chapter in Guilty of Literature is a great read if you want to know more!)

Ancillary Justice, by Ann Leckie (science fiction)

I’m not a big reader of science fiction, because my heart is with fantasy, always. But this series was super interesting and I can recommend it, especially if science fiction is more your flavour! It’s been a while since I’ve read it, so I can’t give the same amount of detail as I’ve done above, but it was thoughtful and intriguing and I loved the ways this trilogy defamiliarised and refamiliarised ideas through the world and characters.

“The Ones who Walk Away from Omelas,” by Ursula K. Le Guin. (short story)

It’s only four pages long, but it’s haunting. I’ve put this story on the list because I feel like Ursula K. Le Guin belongs in many conversations about world-building; her work, in her time, was often radical--and remains so, in many cases. She didn’t flinch away from making her worlds alien, not in the sense of writing about space and people out among the stars (which admittedly she did also do!), but truly questioning and challenging cultural and societal norms and creating new ones, even (and especially) when they were uncomfortable to the status quo.

To me, that’s a core part of good world-building. You can just recreate the world we live in, with all the biases we’re raised to have, with the beliefs and expectations of conduct we have, with all the same bigotry--or you can push yourself to pull it all apart and pick from it the pieces you want to play with. You can push things to their extreme limits, or erase them entirely, or just... slide things a little to the left and make the whole world slightly off. Being able to be flexible in your thinking is vital for making vivid, interesting worlds, and Ursula K. Le Guin's work is a place you can start exploring that kind of thing if you’re unfamiliar with it.

For instance, in her novel Left Hand of Darkness, there is only one pronoun (a theme you’ll notice in Ancillary Justice) and the people of the planet Gethin change sex regularly. In her collection of short stories, “The Birthday of the World and Other Stories,” she writes about sedoretu, a four-way marriage she invents, as well as exploring gender, religion, culture, and society. Any of these are worth taking a look at, if you’re feeling a little boxed in.

However, despite saying all this: I don’t really enjoy her writing! I don’t have fun reading Le Guin’s work in practice; it doesn’t mesh with me beyond my delight at the conceptual elements she discusses. I often feel about reading her work like how kids think about medicine: tastes kind of awful, but it’s good for you. I’m grateful to her for paving the way, but I don’t read her work for fun.

The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of her Own Making, by Catherynne M. Valente.

I’m throwing this one in the ring for a few reasons. One is that I am heavily indebted to nonsense; I grew up on Dr Seuss, Roald Dahl, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland + Alice Through the Looking-glass, Edward Gorey, A. A. Milne, H. R. Pufnstuf, and a little later, A Series of Unfortunate Events and Discworld. This book feels representative of that big love, and taps into what I love about nonsense.

Another reason is that it’s a good example of what I think of as delightful lawlessness in storytelling. It feels--as respectfully and lovingly as I can say this--like a game of mad libs turned into a book, because of how free and wild it is with what is allowed to happen. I think it’s very difficult to do something like this well, but I also think it’s a great place to play around when you’re first beginning to get to grips on world-building. Spin a wheel of options and go, “okay, so there’s a manticore in the basement, what now?” Make up reasons for things on the spot as a game for yourself. Ask and answer questions, just for fun! “Why is there a manticore there?” “It got in through the magic portal.” “Where’s the magic portal?” “It’s an old picture of the protagonist’s grandmother.” “Why is it a portal?” “The grandmother is secretly a witch and the ex-queen of a fantasy land.” “Why is the manticore here?” “Come to retrieve the queen, but accidentally takes the protagonist by mistake.” “Why does the manticore want the queen?” “Extreme Trivia Night at the Castle has really sucked lately. Also she misses her.” And just like that, you’ve got the start of a wacky but not impossible-to-tell story.

My final suggestion isn’t a book, but a podcast!

Be The Serpent (a podcast of extremely deep literary merit).

A fortnightly podcast by three charming writers who discuss a different theme or topic each episode (using a couple of texts as reference material), and will also make media recommendations. I love listening to it and it’s a great place to think about writing, both as a reader and as a writer. I don’t have a lot of writing friends myself, unfortunately, so it’s honestly so valuable to me to be able to hear them discuss their process and ideas on topics I care about.

I hope this helps! Best of luck to you, and please feel free to write in if you have any other questions.

#reply #advice #world-building #book recommendation #tumblr automatically put my reply under a read-more and i can't undo it?? what on EARTH is going wrong with this website

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hiyorisarugaki · 5 years ago

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@hirako5hinji from here:

It was a casual impromptu date, ambling about downtown, exploring the streets and shopping arcades and just having fun together. She had dragged him into a specialty kitchenware shop just now to ogle some cute cat-themed dishes and crockery-ware to add to her growing collection, and then afterwards he had pulled her into a menswear store to buy a couple of button downs and dress shirts, letting her pick out the colors for him, too. They stopped at a little dessert cafe in the mid afternoon for some drip coffee and caramel pudding; the kind sold in the quaint little glass milk bottles, creamy and just the perfect combination of sweet and nuttiness-

Sometimes, that was all it took, wasn’t it? The girl beside you. The lazy sunbeams filtering through the glass walls and dispersing into little chromatic rainbows, warm on your skin. Her delicate hand nestled safely in yours like a little bird- Happiness.

Their arms brushed together as they strolled down the strip mall side by side; he was relaxed and content, gazing at their bustling surroundings with a half-watchful eye, but mostly he just enjoyed her. She must be feeling happy too because she was staying close the whole time, almost as if loathed to let go of him as well.

He tugged her to a stop and slipped his hand briefly from her grasp, picking out a piece of kohakutou from the small container that they had just bought from the traditional sweet shop earlier. Ferrying the soft, pretty, gem-like candy towards her small mouth, he slipped it between her lips before popping a second piece into his own, chewing on the sweet, soft, gummy-like texture. The wagashi was good, but it was really the company and the sharing that made it all so much better.

He took her hand again, and they continued to walk together. Their joined appendages swung gently between the small space separating their bodies and he could not help but think; this was how it should be, how it was going to be from here on out.

The understanding made him smile quietly, and when she gazed up at him with those inquisitive catlike eyes, the words came out all too easy, calm and sure.

“ I love you, Hiyori.”

Hiyori didn’t know what people did on dates. She assumed it was all flowers and romantic dinners with all sweet words exchanged- but she kind of just liked being around Shinji without all that fanfare. He had always treated her to food, long before they were even officially courting one another… but now they got to do things like hold hands. Stare at each other without the need to fill the silence with insults. Be glad that they were still able to spend time together. Shinji might believe they had all the time in the world… but Hiyori didn’t think so. Not anymore. People could leave or die, or some other duty could occupy his time. And despite their best efforts to spend time together, the reality was that he lived a dimension away. Time was not on her side, really. Not too long ago, for over a hundred years, Hiyori could find him faster than she could blink. He had been by her side for so long, she still woke up expecting him not too far from reach. As if she would just find him squatting on some rooftop or chucking a candy at her head, that lazy grin curling over his features… That time had been so funny… spending all those years with him and the rest of the Vizards. Close but not close. And now… he was far away but closer than any other time she had known him.

Her palms no longer got sweaty when she tried to thread her fingers through his longer ones. But the thrill of holding his hand never diminished no matter how many times she took it…

But it was the intention behind the action. He didn’t hold her hand out of an obligation to do so; it was because he wanted to. Wanted her by his side. And that was all it took. To be chosen by the one you loved. Suddenly everything was a bit lighter, the slight warmth in the air that meant Spring had promised its reappearance, the fluffy texture of the pudding as it melted in her mouth, the copious amounts of cream on her coffee that made Shinji raise his brows and shake his head as he sipped daintily from his own cup…

Hiyori stared at him through her lashes when he popped the candy in her mouth. She chewed the gummy sweet before taking the time to admire the translucent, pastel shade of the wagashi held in his hand. He looked like he was swallowing diamonds.

A perfect day with Shinji, beaming at her with happiness… was probably worth all the dismal days they had spent together in that warehouse as well as the screaming nights falling to pieces.

Their minds, spirits and bodies were fractured, that was true… but their feelings were stronger than all their broken pieces.

She hoped that there were more days like this. Hands and minds linked for a change. He said he loved her. Not a sliver of hesitation or jest in his tone.

“I know.”

She squeezed his hand in reply at the impromptu confession. And because there weren’t that many people around and because he had asked her once to bare her feelings to him a little more… she sidled closer to him. She tugged his hand to pull him down so that she could whisper it into his ear.

“Me too.”

#hirako5hinji #// i just added to this because i loved it so much #no need to reply ; ~ ; they are just being cuuuute

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lethe-rpg · 5 years ago

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The day that Joseph Attali woke up in his own coffin, the night of his murder came back in brief flashes. A broken-in home. An odd creak when he walked past the front door. An unsettled feeling in his stomach, which he stupidly ignored. And then, the discovery of his murdered mother, and the organization of his jumbled, fearful thoughts cut short by footsteps behind him – and when he turned around, the blunt metal end of a hammer to his head. The fact that he was awake – in a coffin, for some reason – convinced him that it was just a bad dream, and he tried to fall asleep, to no avail. So, he made an escape. He pulled his shirt over his head to protect his face from dirt, and in doing so, detected a Y-incision type scar from his shoulders to his abdomen. But that was a question for later; he got distracted by the need to crack his coffin lid open and climb up. How the hell did he get buried alive? Turns out, he wasn’t. Those brief, nightmarish flashes he suffered upon waking up weren’t remnants of a dream. They were real. He had been murdered, along with his mother, and her burial plot had been right next to his own in a Jewish cemetery that had been listed in her will. But there wasn’t a lot of time for Joseph to pay respects to his mother. And the first thing he figured out, much to his trouble, was that he was dead.

There was plenty that he figured out too, piece by piece. For one, weeks had passed since his death. He pieced together that the Y-scar was an incision from a forensic autopsy. A scar on his scalp? Also from the autopsy. Did you know that internal body cavities are stuck with cotton? Oh well, being stuffed like a rag doll was the least of his worries; he had come to learn that not only is he officially pronounced dead, but that his house had been partially burned. Why? Because the murderer tried to destroy the evidence. Only Joseph Attali knew the face of his murderer, and there was nothing he could do about it. All he knew was that his murderer needed to think that he stayed dead. Which meant he had to relocate, perhaps even shed his identity, all the while grapple with the fact that he was, like, 90% dead, as far as he knew. He couldn’t eat, or sleep, or really suffer much injury (this he discovered when he lost a pinkie finger, only for it to grow back Deadpool-style). Oh, and he can read thoughts now. That was something he didn’t expect. People’s intrusive thoughts, which most everyone expected no one to hear, cluttered Joseph’s mind for the longest time.

It was a bizarre stroke of luck that Joseph encountered something weirder than himself – a girlish, peppy yet lonely vampire who had been abandoned by her creator. Poor thing. She had been so very alone before she stumbled upon Joseph. For the first two weeks that they had been together, she had been an absolute chatterbox. To be fair, Joseph had been remarkably lonely himself. Their friendship came with some perks, though. She, having been a vampire for a bit of time, knew the ins-and-outs of creating false identities, and thus knew how to procure fake IDs and underground work for Joseph. And he, being immune to sunlight (and almost everything else), could serve as a protector of sorts.

For almost two years, Joseph and the vampire girl had traveled across the United States, making their stay in various small towns until they either ran out of money, blood or both. A strange friendship sprouted between them. It was one that helped the vampire girl cope with her abandonment, and it was one that helped Joseph cope with the thought of being physically nineteen forever. How does one go from being a university student to being a dead kid on the run? Whenever he had free time, he’d search (rather obsessively) for his murderer’s face to appear in any news article. But nothing appeared. His murderer’s evasion of the law only made him angry.

Sometime in December 2020, the lich-vampire duo arrive in Lethe. Joseph isn’t quite sure how the vampire girl had heard about it, but God is he relieved that neither of them have to hide themselves. Joseph Attali can use his real name without fear. His murderer was undeniably human, and thus wouldn’t be found here, and in any case, the townies could understand why he suddenly had bizarre gaps in schooling and employment. He still retained some of the skills he picked up studying journalism during his freshman year of college, and his lich mind-reading turned out to be a big help in interviewing sources. For this reason, he was able to pick up a gig as a paid intern at Lethean Times. It was a cozy job. In the meantime, he and his vampire friend remained roommates.

He arrived shortly before the Winter Festival, and he’s spent the last several months playing catch-up. Dorothy’s shock at lions and tigers and bears couldn’t compete to Joseph’s shock at the existence of werewolves and fairies and witches, oh my! But one would think that a town founded on the acceptance of the supernatural – as far as Joseph knew – would show some kindness toward those called the Riverborn. He totally didn’t expect to have some weakness to the Shades, some type of weird ghost that, turns out, can literally possess him. For that reason, he’s a little bit weirded out by them. The only real reason he’s kept up with any part of local politics is because of his job – his coworkers are constantly talking about it. One reporter is keeping tabs on city council agendas, and another is investigating arson committed by extremist werewolves. All in all, he’s got his work cut out for him. It’s only a matter of time before a short story about a small town event turns into something huge. What’s next? More Riverborns? The announcement of yet a new species? Or more species-based factions popping up?

#taken #taken male #taken lich #joseph attali

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 5 years ago

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I was inspired by lorettastwilight and it’s my fav Taylor album so... each of yours OC’s + Reputation

AHhh oh god this is going to take forever I love it!!!!!!!!! Also I will say now, this is very much Amy’s album (Lover is where I see her arc ending, Rep is where she’s at throughout Wayward) so she’s going to show up a lot, but I’ll try to include some others too lmao! This one is a lot longer than the Lover Ask because Rep has been out longer so I’ve had way more time to think about it, plus it was already out when you sent the Taylor Ask so I had made more hcs for it already! Also let me just say, I love these album asks!!!!!! They’re so much fun!!

1. …Ready For It?

Amethyst x Sweet Pea - In the middle of the night, in my dreams/You should see the things we do, baby & I see how this is gonna go/Touch me and you’ll never be alone

Finley x Jay - Knew I was a robber/First time that he saw me/Stealing hearts and running off and never saying sorry/But if I’m a thief then/He can join the heist/And we’ll move to an island

Fallon x Reggie - Every love I’ve known in comparison is a failure

2. Endgame

April x Diego - I can’t let you go, your hand prints on my soul/It’s like your eyes are liquor, it’s like your body is gold

Amethyst x Joaquin - Big reputation, big reputation/you and me, we got big reputations/and you heard about me/I got some big enemies/Hey, big reputation, big reputation/you and me would be a big conversation/and I heard about you/you like the bad ones, too & For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease/For all my flaws, paranoia and insecurities

Amethyst x Sweet Pea - Reputation precedes me, they told you I’m crazy/I swear I don’t love the drama, it loves me/And I can’t let you go, your hand prints on my soul/It’s like your eyes are liquor, it’s like your body is gold & You’ve been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks/So here’s the truth from my red lips & I don’t wanna be/Just another ex-love you don’t wanna see/I don’t wanna miss you/Like the other girls do & I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders/Reputation precedes me; in rumours I’m knee-deep/The truth is it’s easier to ignore it, believe me/Even when we’d argue, we’d not do it for long & For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease/For all my flaws, paranoia and insecurities

Kathryn x Archie & Fallon x Reggie- I’ve made mistakes and made some choices, that’s hard to deny/After the storm, something was born on the 4th of July

Arianne x @perfectlystiles’ Rhys Thorne - I got issues and chips on both of my shoulders/Reputation precedes me; in rumors I’m knee-deep/The truth is it’s easier to ignore it, believe me/Even when we’d argue, we’d not do it for long/And you understand the good and bad end up in a song/For all your beautiful traits and the way you do it with ease/For all my flaws, paranoia and insecurities

3. I Did Something Bad

Amethyst, Arianne, Kat - They’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one/They got their pitchforks and proof, their receipts and reasons/They’re burning all the witches, even if you aren’t one/So light me up

Amethyst & Arianne - I can feel the flames on my skin/Crimson-red paint on my lips/If a man talks shit/Then I owe him nothing/I don’t regret it one bit/Cause he had it coming & I never trust a narcissist, but they love me/So I play ‘em like a violin/And I make it look oh so easy/Cause for every lie I tell them, they tell me three/This is how the world works/Now all he thinks about is me

Amethyst - This is how the world works/You gotta leave before you get left

Audrey - If a man talks shit/Then I owe him nothing/I don’t regret it one bit/Cause he had it coming

4. Don’t Blame Me

Amethyst in (Oh Lord Save Me) My Drug Is My Baby, a Ghoulie!Amy AU - I’ve been breaking hearts a long time/And toying with them older guys/Just playthings for me to use/Something happened for the first time/In the darkest little paradise/Shaking, pacing, I just need you & For you/I would cross the line/I would waste my time/I would lose my mind/They say, “She’s gone too far this time.”

Daisy Quinn - I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy & They say, “She’s gone too far this time.”

Arianne x Erica - And, baby, for you/I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face/If you walk away/I’d beg you on my knees to stay & Don’t blame me/Love made me crazy & For you/I would cross the line/I would waste my time/I would lose my mind/They say, “She’s gone too far this time.”

5. Delicate

Amethyst x Jughead - We can’t make any promises/Now can we babe/But you can make me a drink & This ain’t for the best/My reputation’s never been worse, so/You must like me for me & Is it cool that I said all that?/Is it chill that you’re in my head?/Cause I know that it’s delicate & Long night, with your hands up in my hair/Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs/Stay here, honey, I don’t wanna share & Sometimes I wonder when you sleep/Are you ever dreaming of me?/Sometimes when I look into your eyes/I pretend you’re mine, all the damn time

Lyra x Jughead - Is it cool that I said all that?/Is it chill that you’re in my head?/Cause I know that it’s delicate & Sometimes I wonder when you sleep/Are you ever dreaming of me?/Sometimes when I look into your eyes/I pretend you’re mine, all the damn time

Fallon x Reggie - This ain’t for the best/My reputation’s never been worse, so/You must like me for me & Is it cool that I said all that?/Is it chill that you’re in my head?/Cause I know that it’s delicate & Long night, with your hands up in my hair/Echoes of your footsteps on the stairs/Stay here, honey, I don’t wanna share

Avalon x Jay x Harry - This ain’t for the best/My reputation’s never been worse, so/You must like me for me & Sometimes I wonder when you sleep/Are you ever dreaming of me?/Sometimes when I look into your eyes/I pretend you’re mine, all the damn time

Rosabelle x Ben - This ain’t for the best/My reputation’s never been worse, so/You must like me for me & Is it cool that I said all that?/Is it chill that you’re in my head?/Cause I know that it’s delicate

Kat x Harley & Viola x Percy - This ain’t for the best/My reputation’s never been worse, so/You must like me for me

6. Look What You Made Me Do

Amethyst - But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time/Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time & The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama/But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma/And then the world moves on, but one thing’s for sure/Maybe I got mine, but you’ll all get yours & I don’t trust nobody/and nobody trusts me/I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

Elena & Mia - But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time/Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time

Summer - I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me/I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams

Delilah - I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me/I’ll be the actress starring in your bad dreams & The world moves on, another day, another drama, drama/But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma

Quinn - I don’t like your little games/Don’t like your tilted stage/The role you made me play/Of the fool, no, I don’t like you

7. So It Goes…

Amethyst x Sweet Pea - Gold cage, hostage to my feelings & Cause we break down a little/But when you get me alone, it’s so simple & And all the pieces fall/Right into place/Getting caught up in a moment/Lipstick on your face/So it goes…/I’m yours to keep/And I’m yours to lose & I make all your grey days clear and/Wear you like a necklace/I’m so chill, but you make me jealous

Fallon x Reggie - Cause we break down a little/But when you get me alone, it’s so simple & I’m yours to keep And I’m yours to lose/You know I’m not a bad girl, but I/Do bad things with you

Cara x Steve - Cause we break down a little/But when you get me alone, it’s so simple & I make all your grey days clear and/Wear you like a necklace/I’m so chill, but you make me jealous

8. Gorgeous

Amethyst x Sweet Pea - You’ve ruined my life, by not being mine & And I’m so furious/At you for making me feel this way & If you got a girlfriend, I’m jealous of her/But if you’re single that’s honestly worse/Cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts & You make me so happy it turns back to sad/There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have

Amethyst x Jughead - You should take it as a compliment/That I got drunk and made fun of the way you talk/You should think about the consequence/Of your magnetic field being a little too strong & And I’m so furious/At you for making me feel this way & If you got a girlfriend, I’m jealous of her/But if you’re single that’s honestly worse/Cause you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts & You make me so happy it turns back to sad/There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have

Fallon x Reggie - You’re so gorgeous/I can’t say anything to your face/Cause look at your face/And I’m so furious/At you for making me feel this way/But what can I say?/You’re gorgeous & You make me so happy it turns back to sad/There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have

Shelley x Bill - You’ve ruined my life, by not being mine & You’re so gorgeous/I can’t say anything to your face/Cause look at your face/And I’m so furious/At you for making me feel this way/But what can I say?/You’re gorgeous & Ocean blue eyes looking in mine/I feel like I might sink and drown and die & You make me so happy it turns back to sad/There’s nothing I hate more than what I can’t have

9. Getaway Car

Amethyst x Sweet Pea x Jughead - The light of freedom on my face/But you weren’t thinking/And I was just drinking

April x Diego - It was the best of times, the worst of crimes/I struck a match and blew your mind & We were jet set Bonnie and Clyde

Bella x Fangs x Sweet Pea (& Reggie) - I wanted to leave him/I needed a reason & X marks the spot, where we fell apart/He poisoned the well, I was lying to myself & Well he was running after us, I was screaming ‘Go go go!’/But with three of us, honey, it’s a side show

10. King Of My Heart

Amethyst x Sweet Pea - We rule the kingdom inside my room & Your love is a secret I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep/Change my priorities/The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury & Is this the end of all the endings?/My broken bones are mending/With all these nights we’re spending/Up on the roof with a school girl crush/Drinking beer out of plastic cups/Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff & I made up my mind, I’m better off being alone

Delaney x Jughead x Archie - I made up my mind, I’m better off being alone & And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for/King of my heart, body and soul & Is this the end of all the endings?/My broken bones are mending/With all these nights we’re spending/Up on the roof with a school girl crush/Drinking beer out of plastic cups/Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Avalon x Jay - I made up my mind, I’m better off being alone & We rule the kingdom inside my room & And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for/King of my heart, body and soul & Is this the end of all the endings?/My broken bones are mending/With all these nights we’re spending/Up on the roof with a school girl crush/Drinking beer out of plastic cups/Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Camila x Steve - We rule the kingdom inside my room & Your love is a secret/I’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep/Change my priorities/The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury & Is this the end of all the endings?/My broken bones are mending/With all these nights we’re spending/Up on the roof with a school girl crush/Drinking beer out of plastic cups/Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Cecilia x Jughead - And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for/King of my heart, body and soul

11. Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Amethyst x Sweet Pea - First sight, yeah, we love without reason & My love had been frozen/Deep blue, but you painted me golden/Oh, and you held me close/Oh, how was I to know & I could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets/Picture of your face in an invisible locket/You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it & I loved you in spite of/Deep fears that the world would divide us & I’m a mess, but I’m the mess that you wanted & I’d kiss you as the lights went out/Swaying as the room burned down/I’d hold you as the water rushes in/If I could dance with you again

Ophelia x Ben - I could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets/Picture of your face in an invisible locket/You said there was nothing in the world that could stop it & I loved you in spite of/Deep fears that the world would divide us & I’d kiss you as the lights went out/Swaying as the room burned down/I’d hold you as the water rushes in/If I could dance with you again

Samantha x Nancy x Steve - People started talking, putting us through our paces & I loved you in spite of/Deep fears that the world would divide us & I’m a mess, but I’m the mess that you wanted

Abigayle x Allison x Scott - My love had been frozen/Deep blue, but you painted me golden/Oh, and you held me close/Oh, how was I to know & I loved you in spite of/Deep fears that the world would divide us

12. Dress

Amethyst x Toni - Say my name and everything just stops/I don’t want you like a best friend/Only bought this dress so you could take it off & Inescapable, I’m not even going to try/And if I get burned, at least we were electrified/I’m spilling wine in the bathtub, you kiss my face and we’re both drunk & Carve your name into my bedpost/Cause I don’t want you like a best friend/Only bought this dress so you could take it off & Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me/Flashback to my mistakes/My rebounds, my earthquakes/Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me

Fallon x Toni - Our secret moments in a crowded room/They’ve got no idea about me and you & Everyone thinks that they know us, but they know nothing about/All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation/My hands are shaking from holding back from you

Zora x Clint - Flashback when you met me/Your buzz cut and my hair bleached/Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

13. This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things

Amethyst & Cheryl - This is why we can’t have nice things, darling/Because you break them/I had to take them away & Did you think I wouldn’t hear all the things you said about me? & There I was giving you a second chance/But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand & And therein lies the issue/Friends don’t try to trick you & Here’s a toast to my real friends/They don’t care about that he she said, she said/And here’s to my baby/He ain’t reading what they call me lately

Victoria & Hiram - There I was giving you a second chance/But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand

Avalon & Mal - Did you think I wouldn’t hear all the things you said about me? & There I was giving you a second chance/But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand & And therein lies the issue/Friends don’t try to trick you & Here’s a toast to my real friends/They don’t care about that he said, she said/And here’s to my baby/He ain’t reading what they call me lately

Luna & Jackson - This is why we can’t have nice things, darling/Because you break them/I had to take them away & Did you think I wouldn’t hear all the things you said about me?

Beth & Nancy - This is why we can’t have nice things, darling/Because you break them/I had to take them away & And therein lies the issue/Friends don’t try to trick you

Astrid & Jace - There I was giving you a second chance/But you stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand

14. Call It What You Want

Amethyst x Sweet Pea - My castle crumbled overnight/I brought a knife to a gunfight/They took the crown but it’s alright/All the liars are calling me one/Nobody’s heard from me for months/I’m doing better than I ever was & My baby’s fit like a daydream/Walking with his head down/I’m the one he’s walking to & All my flowers grew back as thorns/Windows boarded up after the storm/He built a fire just to keep me warm & All the drama queens taking swings/All the jokers dressing up as kings/They fade to nothing when I look at him & And I know I make the same mistakes every time/Bridges burn, I never learn/At least I did one thing right & I’m laughing with my lover/Making forts under covers/Trust him like a brother & Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night & I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck/Chain round my neck/Not because he owns me/But ‘cause he really knows me & Slowly I said, “You don’t need to save me/But would you run away with me?” & High above the whole scene/Loves me like I’m brand new

Joey x Five - High above the whole scene/Loves me like I’m brand new & All my flowers grew back as thorns/Windows boarded up after the storm/He built a fire just to keep me warm & Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night & I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck/Chain round my neck/Not because he owns me/But ‘cause he really knows me & Slowly I said, “You don’t need to save me/But would you run away with me?”

Mariana x Seth - High above the whole scene/Loves me like I’m brand new & I’m laughing with my lover/Making forts under covers/Trust him like a brother

Ellie x Peter - All the liars are calling me one/Nobody’s heard from me for months/I’m doing better than I ever was & High above the whole scene/Loves me like I’m brand new & I want to wear his initial on a chain round my neck/Chain round my neck/Not because he owns me/But 'cause he really knows me

15. New Year’s Day

Amethyst x Poly Squad - Don’t read the last page/But I stay when you’re lost, and I’m scared/And you’re turning away/I want your midnights/But I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day & I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe/Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home & Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you/And I will hold on to you & Please don’t ever become a stranger/Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere & Don’t read the last page/But I stay when it’s hard, or it’s wrong/Or we’re making mistakes

Selena x Derek - Don’t read the last page/But I stay when you’re lost, and I’m scared/And you’re turning away/I want your midnights/But I’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year’s Day & Please don’t ever become a stranger/Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Arianne x Scott - Don’t read the last page/But I stay when you’re lost, and I’m scared/And you’re turning away & I’ll be there if you’re the toast of the town, babe/Or if you strike out and you’re crawling home & Don’t read the last page/But I stay when it’s hard, or it’s wrong/Or we’re making mistakes

Dorothy x Bucky x Steve - Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you/And I will hold on to you & Please don’t ever become a stranger/Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere & Don’t read the last page/But I stay when it’s hard, or it’s wrong/Or we’re making mistakes

Camila x Steve - Don’t read the last page/But I stay when you’re lost, and I’m scared/And you’re turning away & Please don’t ever become a stranger/Whose laugh I could recognize anywhere & Don’t read the last page/But I stay when it’s hard, or it’s wrong/Or we’re making mistakes & There’s glitter on the floor after the party/Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby/Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor/You and me from the night before

Send me a song and I’ll tell you which OC(s) it fits best

#ask #answered #lizziesxltzmxn #queerocs #*song association #*albums

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dolanswhore · 6 years ago

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Masterlist.

updated: 9/27

⌲ Grayson Dolan :

nsfw alphabet

fluff alphabet

Real feelings. ↠ what happens when your ex-boyfriend of a month comes into the cafe you work at, and realizes he made this biggest mistake of his life. ↳Part 2. (COMING SOON)

My Girl. ↠ Grayson and Y/N are friends with benefits for while, what happens when she's ready to tell him about her feelings but soon changes her mind.

Broken Promise. ↠ Mob!Grayson’s job has kept him away for weeks now, the house and you grew lonely together, he finally comes home and thinks there’s nothing wrong with it, and worst of all broke his promise.

Hair. ↠ Sometimes the twin’s hair gets in the way what happens when you help gray out? *sMUT*

Sweetest. ↠ this is a cute small blurb i thought of with mob!gray Basically Gray is this bad ass gangster, who care for no one except himself and you. This is him being the sweetest to you, when no one least expects it.

Undying love. ↠ Mob Gray can’t help but be protective, and hates when you don’t listen to him, but no matter what the situation but when he sees your face he forget why he was mad to begin with.. **Very short but i thought it was so cute**

Trick or Treat. ↠ this is just a lil drabble about grayson taking his kids trick or treating.

Now I forgive you. (COMING SOON) ↠ Grayson gets mad at Y/N for going out with a guy without telling him, then is scared their relationship is pulling away, but he fixes that quickly. *SMUT*

⌲ Ethan Dolan :

nsfw alphabet

fluff alphabet

Stitches. ↠ Y/N is a nurse only about a week into her new job, and is assigned her first room with no shadowing, What happens when it turns out to be a twin that was in a motor cycle accident?

Silent Treatment - head cannon ↠ how ethan gives you silent treatment, and how you give it as well.

missing you. ↠ going to school in a different state where your boyfriend lives in tough, but he'll never let you forget how much he miss you.

Stress. ↠ ethan hates when you give him the silent treatment, it has to be one of his only weaknesses in the world, usually he doesn't get so mad at it, but with all the stress he's been feeling lately he explodes.

Best part of me. ↠ promt no. 53. “You’re the best part of me.” & 54. “I adore you.” Late night talks with Ethan (i wrote this like 3 weeks ago, but didn’t really think it was good enough to post but here we go!)

My Girl. (COMING SOON) ↠ ethan and y/n have been friends with benefits for a while, what happens when shes ready to admit her feelings and Ethan does what he does best, push people away.

⌲Preferences:

bad days.

angry.

cuddling.

nicknames.

mornings.

late nights.

Jealous.

Riding them. *smut*

#ethan dolan #ethan dolan imagine #ethen dolan x reader #grayson dolan #grayson dolan imagi #grayson dolan x reader #grayson dolan imagine #the dolan #the dolan twins #the dolan twins imagine

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g-on-ef · 7 years ago

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Why the bad things Happen to the good people

Fandom: Super Sons, DC Batman, DC Superman

Parings: Damijon, Birdflash, TimKon, JayRoy, BatCat, Clark/Lois, BluePulse

Characters: Damian Wayne, Jon Kent, Wally West, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Connor Kent, Jason Todd, Roy Harper, Bruce Wayne, Seline Kyle, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Jaime Reyes, Bart West

{Inspired by Empire's song Good People. The words in italic are part of the song.

A/N: So this is a two part story that I wrote because I was bored and wanted to try something new, now fair warnings this story is rated E for graphic displays of violence, murdering, character death, and sexual content {that will be show in flashbacks in the next chapter}, I should also mention that this story will have mpreg just because I want it ^^ anywhore enjoy this story and let me know if I should update the second part tomorrow. Also to those who sent me prompts I plan on posting them tomorrow so be on the look out for that. Okay now on with the show ^^

Summary: Instead of Clark killing Lois and their baby he accidently kills Damian, as well as his unborn Granddaughter. Heartbroken and full of range Jon decides that the world no longer needs the Justice League instead it needs new heroes’ ones who aren't afraid to cross the line. Jason was right you can't defeat crime you can only control it. He and a new team take over and show the so call heroes how easy it is for the good guys to win when they are no longer playing by the rules

Sometimes it's hard to pray, sometimes it's hard to keep your faith when it's always being tested, you try to stay strong, you continue believing that everything you've done was worth your sacrifice and continue living in a fantasy world, but reality keeps crashing in, finding ways to destroy the illusions that your heart has created to fool your mind making you see the world for what it really is, and then you realize, you are no longer a kid living in a fantasy dream, that the real world is full of dangers, and death is always taking something from you even when you work on the side of good and do good deeds the world still finds a way to punish you.

Sometimes it's hard to stay grateful, you wanted to be a hero, but no ever told you the price you had to pay was the death of a love one. No one warned you of the consequences, the sacrifices you had to make. The people you would lose.

It's painful, hurts so bad you put on a mask of ferocity to show the world show them that despite what it threw at you, you are still the man of steel, the strongest warrior to ever exist, after all you not only killed your grandfather who claimed to be the strongest man alive but you brought fear into the ones who once protected the Earth and were once known as Gods. The ones responsible for the death of your family, your soul's mate. Because you never want them to see you break, never want them to see that despite being the strongest man alive you're still a broken boy.

Crying for help. Begging the heavens to return what was once yours.

Sometimes it's hard to breathe You rule the world with an iron fist, despite the fact that you feel like you are drowning in your thoughts, you feel like the darkness is trying to claw it's way up to drag you to the abyss and keep you as it's prisoner. You are tired of living with Demons because they are always inviting more and with Demons come the ghosts, the ones that have chained you to the past and refuse to set you free. Sometimes you don't want to be free because the demons, the ghosts, they may haunt your future but they still bring you memories of the past and you are okay with that.

It's hard to keep goin' He remembers, he'll always remember, the day that ruined his life but also changed it.

Jon remembers the message from his father, remembers the dreaded look that clouded his father's eyes as he told him that his father-his birth father-his was still alive.

He remembers how terrified he looked to not only know his biological father is alive but that he is an evil man who wants to destroy the earth.

He remembers it all.

After the meeting with both the Justice League and the Teen Titans Jon decided now was a good time to head back home, despite his father, Batman, and Wonder Woman wanting to speak to him, the young hybrid wanted to leave the Watchtower and go home.

Entering the coordinates to his safe house Jon was teleported back home before either of the big three could talk to him.

When he arrived the first thing he did was headed for his room, once inside he saw his beautiful husband sleeping in their bed.

Damian Wayne-Kent was everything Jon wanted and more. When they were younger the two hated each other hell Jon was certain that they would kill each other, if it weren't for their parents they probably would.

As the years passed on the two's mutual hate slowly turned to mutual respect to trusting one another, to a strong friendship to them falling in love and getting married and starting a family together.

The marriage was a secret, just like their relationship kept from everyone except their brothers. They were the only ones who knew about their relationship and marriage.

"You're being creepy,"

Jon was startled to hear the velvet sound of his husband, he watched as his angel got up from bed; he then grabbed a shirt that was on the floor and put it on.

If Jon had to guess it was his especially since it was a little longer than his body. Damian walked over to his beloved before he wrapped his arms around his neck. Jon responded by wrapping his own arms around Damian's waist and pulled him closer to his body. Enjoying this peaceful moment that they rarely had.

Both Jon and Damian jumped a little when they felt a little kick between them.

They pulled back a little making Jon laugh as he placed his hand on Damian's stomach.

"Looks like she's an active one, isn't she?"

Damian rolled his eyes fondly as he placed his own hands on top of Jon's.

"She's been keeping me up all night, not to mention she's always craving chicken!"

Jon had to bite his tongue to stop himself from laughing.

"She wants chicken?"

"Yes, and cheeseburgers, beef, tacos, and meat! She wants meat Kent! I'm just glad that she doesn't want pork,"

Jon chuckled a little, he knew his husband was 100% vegetarian and refused to eat pork since he was Arabic. Still he decided to less Damian's burden a little.

He bend down and kissed his belly before whispering,

"Hello Amiera, it's daddy. I hope you had a good day with Baba, now I know baba has weird eating habits," this earned him a smack from his husband making Jon laugh.

"But you need to try to be a little easy on him okay? He maybe a strong and powerful person but he's not use to carrying a half kryptonian baby so please be gentle with him,"

The kicking stopped making Jon look up to his angel who just laughed as he bend down and kissed Jon's forehead.

"You are such a sap,"

He then placed a hand on top of Jon’s who smiled softly at their joined hands.

"And you are gonna be a daddy's little girl,"

Jon laughed as he brought Damian’s hand to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss before his oceanic eyes met Damian’s emerald jewels.

"I love you, forever and always,"

"And way pass eternity,"

The two kissed one another enjoying their moment of peace before it all came crashing down.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Kill him, he's your enemy," Clark heard the whisper and he had to agree this man, this creature was going to kill Jon, Lois, everyone he cared about. He would not let that happen.

He heard a voice, telling him to stop, begging him not to, but he ignore it he kept attacking the enemy trying to defeat it. It wasn't until someone punched him hard in the jaw that he finally came to reality.

Clark shook his head to clear the fog that had cloud it, slowly the fog was lifting as he crashed down to reality looking up he saw in horror as his son cradled the battered body of his best friend's son.

He looked around him to see Bruce, Dick, Jason, Kon and Tim as well as the entire Justice League with the Teen Titans staring in horror as the youngest robin was clinging to life. His son, slowly cupping his cheek and whipping off the blood that was covering his face.

"Damian, oh my, you're gonna be fine okay, you’re gonna be fine," Jon said trying hard not to show weakness but finding it hard to do as he held onto his husband's body, as he moved his hands from his cheek to the top of his tummy, his heart broke when he felt a flat stomach. He felt his heart breaking as he could feel his husband’s bloody hand covering his own.

"Jo-Jon..."

"Yes?"

Damian tried to reach for his face with his free hand but it was taking all his strength to reach for him Jon grabbed his hand and placed it on his face he turned his face and kissed it, ignoring the blood that was on it. Trying his best to comfort his beloved.

"Our...our baby...I can't, can't feel our baby, where is my baby? Where is our baby," his voice cracked at the end, despite his heart rate slowing down Jon could hear it speeding up a little a sign of pure panic that Damian was feeling, Jon closed his eyes as tears fell from his eyes, becoming a part of Damian's own tears and mixing in with his blood.

"I'm sorry Dami, I'm so sorry, I couldn't protect you or our baby,"

Damian’s emerald green eyes met his blue ones a heartbreaking sob escaped his lips, he could feel himself slowly slipping away, this wasn’t supposed to happen, he wasn’t supposed to die again. He was supposed to live with Jon and their baby, he didn’t want to die, not now not like this. He didn’t want to leave Jon, he needed to stay, to at least have the chance to tell him how much he loved him and how he shouldn’t blame his father for what’s happened. Jon needed to know, needed to understand that he didn’t blame Clark, that he only hopped that Jon didn’t either.

"Jon I, I" whatever Damian was going to say will never be known to Jon because in that moment, that horrible heart breaking moment Damian Wayne-Kent was gone.

“Dami? Dami, please open your eyes please Damian don’t leave me!” the boy of steel shouted as he shook Damian’s corpse.

Jon listen carefully to Damian’s heartbeat, praying to every God out there that his angel was alive, that this was some cruel joke that the League was playing on him and Damian would open his eyes again and Jon will have the chance to see those jade eyes once again.

“Damian please, open your eyes please don’t leave me. I’ll do it, I’ll give up being Super-boy, I’ll, I’ll stop fighting crime and putting my life in danger anything you want but please, I’m begging you DON’T LEAVE ME!” Jon begged to Damian’s corpse.

It never happened, Damian’s eyes did not open, the League did nothing but watch as Jonathan Kent, son of Superman, boy of steel broke down and cried at the lost of not only his beloved Damian, but their daughter as well.

“Bruce…what…what did I do?” Clark stared as his little boy held onto the corpse of his best friend crying his poor heart out.

“The Joker, he…he drugged you, tried to get you to kill Lois and your daughter but…but Damian…he…he,”

The fog that clouded his mind was slowly disappearing clearing his head of any confusion that he was currently feeling, memories of past events creeped their way as pieces of the missing puzzle were slowly putting themselves together creating the image of Clark being poison and attacking Damian as he tried to defend Lois and Martha.

He saw how he fought Damian, attacking him; he remembers Damian’s pleas to stop to not attack his belly, which he didn’t understand why but when he said it Clark attacked it, showing his stomach no mercy.

Clark felt sick to his stomach as he watched his son and their friends trying to stop him but he was able to stop them, he sees his son trying to get to Damian but Clark stops him by freezing him, he sees it all, his body attacking everything and anything that was protecting Damian it wasn’t until his boy punched him with brass knuckles that contain Kryptonite that he finally stopped attacking Damian. But it was too late, Damian Wayne was already clinging to life trying hard not to fall into Death’s embrace, for the second time in his life.

“Oh my God Bruce, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…I…I,”

Bruce didn’t know what to say, he wanted to be mad, he wanted to yell and hurt Clark in any way but he didn’t, he couldn’t. Damian died protecting Lois and Martha, he gave his life protecting Jon’s mother and little sister, Damian was willing to do anything to protect them. Even at the cost of his own life.

Yes it broke his heart and crushed his spirit to lose his son but he had to remember that Damian was a hero, willing to sacrifice anything and everything for those he cared about.

“It’s okay Clark Damian gave his life to protect your family, I know that Damian wouldn’t want you to blame yourself, that he-“

“Don’t,” Jon growled as he continued to hold onto the body of his dead husband his hand resting on top of his once round belly, where his little princess once rested in.

“What?” Bruce asked looking at the son of Superman.

“Don’t you dare speak his name!” Jon yelled as he glared at not only Batman and Superman but the entire Justice League as well.

How could Bruce be so calm about this? Clark killed Damian and instead of being pissed he was calm? Did he not care for Damian? Did he not care that his own flesh and blood was dead?

Jon mentally slapped himself, of course Bruce didn’t care, if he did he would feel the same anger that he was feeling, but who was he fooling? Bruce was never a father to Damian, Dick was Damian’s father, Dick was the one who was there for Damian when he needed him. Glaring at Bruce the boy of steel said,

“You never cared about him! He was nothing but a nocuous to you! You have no right to say what Damian would want or wouldn’t want! You never even gave a damn about him so SHUT THE FUCK UP! And keep Damian’s name out of your mouth.

“Jon don’t-“

“And you,”

Jon glared at the man he once worshipped, the one he idolized and wished he grew up to be like him; a hero, a father, a loving husband. Now Jon wanted nothing more than to end his life.

“You killed him, you killed my HUSBAND AND MY DAUGHTER!”

“I did what?” Clark asked praying to God that his misunderstood his son, that what Jon said was a case of a misunderstanding and he was just hearing things, that he was not only responsible for the death of Damian who was Jon’s husband-which he had no knowledge of-but the death of his grandchild.

“You killed my family, you…you…MURDER!”

In a split-second Jon was on top of his so call father and punching him as hard as he could. Clark could easily push him off hell he could have easily stop his son’s attack but didn’t because it wasn’t Jon hitting him that was breaking his heart and stopping him from defending himself but the words that he threw at him that were cutting deeper than any knife could and hurting him more than any physical attack ever could.

“Murder! You killed the love of my life! My husband! MY DAUGHTER! You took away my family! Robbed them of their lives! Rot in hell you piece of shit! I hate you. I. Hate. You!”

The boy of steel continue to attack his father showing him no mercy, he wanted him to hurt, to feel the pain and suffering that Jon was currently feeling.

Damian…his beloved was gone, and so was their baby; the only reminder he had left of Damian, both gone

Jon was pulled off his murderous father by Kon and Jason, despite being strong enough to break from their hold on him he chose not to, instead he glared at his father, Clark had never seen such hatred from anyone. None of his enemies have ever gave him such a dark and murderous look at least not the one that made him fear for his life.

Jon shrugged off Kon’s and Jason’s hold as he went over to Damian’s body, he picked his husband’s body as he turned to face not only his father but his mother and little sister.

“Your dead to me Super-Man,” Jon took to the sky ignoring the cries of Batman telling him to bring back Damian.

#damijon #damian wayne #jonathan kent #jon kent #bruce wayne #clark kent #dc superman #dc batman #super sons #injustice au #mpreg #character death #writing #my writing #my fic

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glowingjunmyeon · 7 years ago

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Lost and Found (an EXO fanfic) - ch.1

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Pairing: Xiumin x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Warnings: Language, Abuse/Violence

Summary: Marion’s life was going perfectly well before it had fell apart. She had moved out from her family’s house to New York City almost a year ago to attend her dream college. She had gotten a small job and had a great group of friends to keep her happy. Then everything went downhill the moment she found out that her father had died. What made it worse was the fact that her father’s bank account was mysteriously empty, leaving her and her family completely broke. Marion suddenly didn’t have any time to go to college anymore or even grieve her father’s death as she thrown into working multiple jobs to support her family. Her happy college days were gone, instead replaced with working at a Chicken restaurant during the day and serving people drinks at a bar by night. It wasn’t until a rather handsome man walks through the Bar doors that lightens things up in her life. He’s attractive, charming and likable-everything a girl would want in a man-until he does something that leaves her never wanting to see him again...but he still wants to see her. Sometimes you live with memories that you wish you could forget, but not always regret.

Marion was scrubbing down the counters of the empty bar. It was a Tuesday, she knew not to expect a lot of people to come into the bar. Until she suddenly heard someone come through the door. It was a male who looked to be in his early 20s and had half shaved, wavy black hair with some strands falling over his forehead. She glanced at her watch 11:07 pm, they had about an hour before they closed. She watched as he came towards the bar and sat a couple seats to the right of where she stood across the counter. She walked over to him, "What can I get you?" she asked.

He barely glanced at her as he said, "A beer."

She nodded, "A cup of Beer coming right up."

She turned around and took a glass, pouring a bottle of foamy beer into it. She placed it before him and frowned as she saw his face on closer inspection. Just as he reached out for his glass she moved it back towards herself.

"Do you mind if I see your ID?"

He laughed dryly, his dark eyes meeting hers, "What? Do I look young to you?"

"Just show me your ID." she said, ignoring his question.

He had a slight smile on his lips as he reached inside his jacket pocket and took out his wallet; he took out his ID and slid it over to her. She took it, inspecting it for a moment before sliding it back to him.

"Happy?" he asked, tilting his head as looked at her patiently. She squinted at him before sliding the beer back to him.

"Yes, very happy, Minseok." she said, saying the last word a bit hesitantly-knowing that she probably pronounced it wrong.

"It's Min-seok." He said, before chuckling and taking a sip of his beer.

"Minseok." she repeated.

He looked thoughtful for a moment-as if considering what she said was right or wrong before taking another sip. "Better." he said.

She shook her head, running a hand through her thick black waist length locks, "I give up."

He raised a brow over the glass against his mouth. He set the cup down.

"That fast?" he questioned.

She never liked to turn down a challenge, no matter how small.

"Minseok." she said, with more strength on the k.

He placed his elbows on the counter and rested his head on his hands, after a moment of looking thoughtful-he shook his head.

She made a face before saying, "Min-se-ok." again but slightly more slow.

He pursed his lips before pouting and shaking his head.

She sighed and then said again, "Min-seok."

He smiled, "You got it." And then he took his glass and chugged down his beer in one gulp.

She watched him and scoffed lightly before folding her arms.

He placed the cup down, pushing it over to her with the tips of his fingers, "More."

She turned around taking the beer and pouring it into his cup and slid the cup back to him. This time she didn't watch him drink it down. Instead she picked up the cloth she was using before and returned to wiping down the counters. It wasn't until she heard the clank of his cup against the counter when she looked at him again. He was reaching over to her side of counter to grab the whole bottle of beer that she had left out. She pursed her lips as he tilted his back and drank it all down. She slowly made her way towards him, "I wouldn't do that." she said, belatedly.

He set the bottle down with a satisfied smile, "Why not?" he said, raising his brow.

She scoffed lightly before taking the empty bottle and dumping it.

She looked back at him as he said, "Two more beer bottles please."

She turned around, pulling out two beer bottles from the shelf and sliding it over to him. Just as she picked up the cloth again he slid back one of the beers to her. "One for you."

She smiled a bit, "Oh no-I couldn't."

He nodded, "Yes, you could."

She shook her head, "No, I don't drink."

He tilted his head as he fake gasped, "What kind of bartender doesn't drink?" he asked.

She smiled a bit before shrugging, "After watching so many people drink it I guess I lost my taste for it."

He grinned a bit, squinting, "Liarr, it's impossible to lose your taste for beer."

She laughed lightly, pushing the beer bottle back to him.

"The only way you're getting out of drinking is if you are underage-which you can't be or else you wouldn't be working here."

She chuckled lightly as she said, "I'm 22."

He tilted his head as he replied, "I'm 27."

She gasped as she said, "What?"

He smiled-he had a very unique smile-the middle of his lips pinched in while all his teeth were exposed-it was rather heartwarming. "Yes, I' am."

"No way-you look younger. I thought you were in your early 20s!"

He laughed as he snapped open his bottle, "I'll take that as a compliment."

She raised her brows as she said, "You should. Women who would die to look that young at your age."

He laughed again before taking another sip of beer straight from the bottle.

"Let's play a game." he said, suddenly.

She raised her brow, "Sure."

"Let's do the drinking game. I say something and if whichever one of us has done it before, drinks. And if neither of us has done it before then we don't drink."

She smiled a bit, "You didn't have to explain the rules to me. That's probably the most basic drinking game in the book."

He chuckled, "I know, I know." before sliding the beer bottle back towards her.

She took it and grasped it in her hands, "You know I can't drink too much right, or else they'll fire me."

He smiled again, "I know. Don't worry, I won't let you get too drunk."

She scoffed a bit-smiling as she did so, "Alright, you start."

He looked thoughtful for a minute, "Have you ever...hated your parents."

She opened her bottle and took a sip, as did he.

"Oh c'mon, everyone gets mad at their parents at some point." She said, with a shake of her head.

He smiled slightly, "I know, I know. I just wanted to get some beer into you. Your turn."

She chuckled lightly before saying, "Have you ever...flirted with someone by saying a cheesy pick up line."

He tipped his head back and took a sip, and she laughed. "What did you say?" she asked, curious.

He smiled as he thought of the memory, "I used the feel my shirt, it's boyfriend material."

She laughed aloud, "no way!"

He smiled as he saw her laughing, "What! She was cute!"

She shook her head, gathering herself together, "No, no, what did she say after you said that?"

He squinted his eyes and his lips made the duck face as he tried to remember, "She just stared at me for like two seconds and then walked away."

She laughed even harder, "I can't-I can't believe you said that."

He placed her hand over hers and shook her lightly, "Heyyyy, stop making fun of mee,"

She stood up straight to regain herself from leaning against the counter and laughing, "Okay, okay, your turn." she said, still with a smile on her face.

"Have you ever dated during high school." he said.

She took a sip of beer, shaking her head as she placed it down. Then she looked at him to see him staring at her with a slight sad smile.

She frowned, "You didn't have a girl during high school?"

He shook his head, looking at his beer bottle for a second, "Nah. I was chubby then."

"Chubby?" she asked, confused for a second but then got it a second later. "Oh you mean fat,"

He nodded, shrugging, "Yeah."

She looked at his slender frame, "Well, you definitely lost any of that weight now,"

He smiled a bit, "You're right about that. Stay fit to get lit."

She laughed as he tipped his head back and gulped down all of his beer.

"Why are you drinking-I didn't even say my question yet." she said.

He shrugged with a slightly cheeky grin, "Just fulfilling the second part of the phrase I just said."

She rolled her eyes, "Okay. So have you ever had your first kiss?"

He took her beer bottle and poured some into his glass before pushing the beer bottle back to her. He gasped as he saw her look at him with a slight grin.

"Whaaatttt you didn't have your first kiss yet?"

"Nope." she said, tapping her fingers against the beer bottle in her hands.

"Why?" he questioned, his almond shaped dark eyes searching hers.

She shrugged, "I guess you could say I'm picky."

He laughed at that, "Interesting." he said, nodding his head as he looking thoughtful before glancing back at her again. "Oh-it's my turn. Have you ever...fell in love?"

They both raised the beer bottles to their lips at that, except she didn't tip her head back and chug the whole thing down until it was finished.

"What are you-Heartbroken?" she asked, as she eyed him with a small grin. "Is that why you came here on a Tuesday night?"

He chuckled a bit-running his hand over his mouth, "Something like that-but not for a girl."

She tilted her head, "For a guy?" she asked, hesitantly.

He laughed, shaking his head, "No, no-I guess you could say I'm heartbroken but not for the reason you think."

She made a thoughtful face-considering what he said for a moment, "Hmmm...interesting." she said, while nodding.

He raised his brows as he leaned forward and asked, "You know what else is interesting?"

She looked at his face for a moment before answering, "What?"

His eyes went to the beer bottle in her hands, "How you only took like 2 sips of beer."

She rolled her eyes, with a slight smile. "I'm pretty sure I drank a little more than 2 sips."

"What then-3?" he asked with a grin before slipping the bottle out of her hands. He eyed it for a moment with a tiny frown before suddenly chugging it all down a little too fast. The bottle hit the counter with a loud CLANK as he slammed it down, with a satisfied smile on his face.

She grabbed the empty bottle from his hand.

"Minseok! That was way too fast!" she said, a little freaked out before turning around the dump the empty bottles from the counter.

She looked back at him, concern etched in her features, "Are you okay?"

He looked at her, nodding as he intertwined his fingers together before him. "Mhmm. I'm fine," but he had an extra pep in his voice as he smiled.

She looked at him for a moment as she thought. She knew that if he wanted another bottle she would be obligated to give it to him but she also knew that chugging down alcohol too fast was never good for the body or brain.

He smiled wider as he tilted his head and said, "Are you...? Are you concerned about me?"

As she looked at him longer, she noticed the slight puffiness underneath his eyes. He was definitely tired or some sort of sleep deprived.

"I think...," she said, slowly, "That you should call your ride now."

He leaned forward on the counter, his dark eyes widening as he looked at her incredulous.

"What? Noo-I'm fine," he said, with a wide smile. He reached his hand out and placed it over hers across the counter.

"Trust me." he said, looking up into her eyes as she stood slowly, her brows furrowed.

She blinked, not wanting to stare too long into his uniquely shaped eyes.

"You're drunk." she stated, removing her hand from under his.

"No, I'm not." he said, with a grin and spread his hands out. "What gave you that idea?"

She smiled as she looked at him incredulously, running a hand through her hair as she shook her head. Seeing people drunk would never not be funny.

"C'monn." he said, tilting his head as he pouted.

"We were just having so much fun." He motioned with his hand for her to give him another beer bottle.

"Give me one more beer bottle and I'll prove to you that I could still stay sober. Trust me it takes a lot to get a muscular man like me drunk."

She smiled slightly, "That's probably the worst idea I ever heard."

He frowned, pouting his lips, "C'monnn," he said, before slipping his fingers into his wavy black hair and messing it all up.

"You're no funn." he whined as he stood up abruptly and staggered backward.

She gasped and walked around the counter towards him, "Dude-"

He smiled as he waved her off, his hand pressed against the counter to hold him up. "I'm fine. I'm fine. There's no way I'd leave a pretty girl hanging."

He closed his eyes for a moment and his eyes lolled. He looked dizzy and tired. She stepped towards him a second too late when he let go of the counter and fell onto the ground.

She yelled, "Minseok!" Before going onto the ground beside him holding up his head and rubbing it as if that would dull the impact.

He lay motionless and stank of beer as she placed his head down onto the ground gently. She sighed, suddenly hating having Tuesday night shift. She only worked at the bar part time, and she purposely asked for the Tuesday night shift because that was the day the bar had the least costumers. So mostly she would just have to scrub down the whole bar and stay there and study for a couple hours and leave in silence. She swallowed as she looked down at him and contemplated what to do.

She hesitantly reached the inside of his jacket pocket and pulled out his phone, mentally praying that he didn't have a password on it. She sighed in disappoint as she saw that there was one but then her eyes lit up when she realized it was a fingerprint lock. She picked up his left hand's thumb and pressed it against the home button of the phone, dropping his hand when the phone unlocked. She immediately went to contacts and pressed one of the recent calls contacts randomly. Apparently the contacts name was Oh Sehunnie. She pressed the phone against her ear as she waited for the person to pick up.

A second later a voice the person picked up, "Xiumin? Where are you-we've been going crazy trying to look for you!"

She blinked, "Ah, sorry-um, is this-" she paused and looked at the contact name again, "Oh Sehunnie?"

The male voice replied within an instant, "Yes." he said, then asked sharply, "Who are you?"

"I'm actually here with-" she mentally prayed that she said it right, "-Minseok. I'm just a bartender and he passed out at the bar. I was wondering if it was possible for you to come pick him up-or at least call one of his friends or something to help him?"

"Oh god," Oh Sehunnie said, "Text me the address. I'll be there immediately."

She nodded, "Alright-" and then the call ended.

She went to his contacts and texted him the address of the bar. She gasped a little when she saw all of the messages he had from people asking about his whereabouts. She assumed that he had left his phone on silent since all of the messages were recent. She closed out of his phone and placed it back into his pocket-mentally scolding herself for snooping.

She stood up and dusted off her shirt as she looked down at Minseok sprawled out on the ground. She sighed before almost jumping when the door of the Bar burst open and tall male in a black trench coat walked in, his orange hair peeking out underneath his black baseball cap. He looked at her and then his eyes fell to Minseok on the ground.

"Minseok-hyung!" He said in shock before going to the ground beside Minseok and patting his cheek and shaking him. He turned and looked up at Marion, his eyes searching Marion's before asking-his voice suddenly serious, "What happened?"

"He drank too much, too fast and passed out when he tried to stand up," she said, looking Oh Sehunnie in the eyes. "You're Oh Sehunnie?" she asked, just to make sure.

He looked back down at Minseok with a frown before saying, "Just call me Sehun." he said, before taking Minseok and trying to hold him as he stood up.

"I'll help you," she said as she stepped forward, going to the other side of Minseok to help Sehun hold him up.

She took Minseok's arm and threw it over her shoulder and pursed her lips a little when his head lolled onto her shoulder. She couldn't help but notice the fresh scent of cologne that surrounded him but his beer breath ruined it. She used her foot to hold the door open for her and Sehun to drag Minseok out of the bar.

Sehun brought her to the car that was park directly in front of the bar. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his keys, unlocking his car and opening it. He removed Minseok off of them and threw him inside, then held him up to buckle him in before slamming the car door closed.

He turned to look at her, "Thank you. Sorry for the inconvenience."

She shrugged slipping her hands into her pockets, "It's fine, it happens."

In real she was freezing and was dying to go back inside. It was September and it was definitely starting to get really chilly in the city.

He pulled out his wallet and gave her two hundred dollar bills, "Keep the change." he said, with a small smile.

She nodded. "Oh-Thank you." She said, taking the money from him.

She glanced at Minseok through the black window of his car, "He's probably going to wake up with a really bad hangover." she said with an apologetic smile.

He nodded-sighing, "I know, he's just going through a tough time right now."

She nodded, "Aren't we all." she said, trying to lock her jaws to keep them from chattering.

He smiled a bit, "Right," He noticed that she looked cold. "You should go inside now, It's cold."

She nodded, "Yeah, thanks. Bye." she said, before turning around and fast walking inside of the bar.

Sehun watched her from the outside window of the Bar with a slight smile before going inside of his car and zooming away.

It was 8:00 pm the next day, Marion was sprawled onto her bed, her whole body exhausted from just finishing her shift at the fried chicken place she worked at. Her eyes were about to slip into a long, peaceful and desperately needed nap, from having slept so late yesterday. That was one disadvantage at working at a bar, it really messes up her sleep schedule.

Suddenly her phone rang and her head shot up. She sighed as she reached out to grab her phone from the nightstand.

"Hello." she said, her voice slightly groggy.

"We need you at the bar right now." The demanding voice of her Boss ordered.

She sat up, clearing her throat, "What? Isn't it Tom's shift tonight?"

"He didn't appear today, he's not answering his phone. We need you here." He said, sounding annoyed.

Her brows creased in worry, "Is he okay?"

"I don't know," Her Boss snapped, "Just come now-I'll pay you for working overtime."

She sucked in her breath, rubbing her eyes-she was tired but she also needed money, "Alright-I'll be there in 10 minutes."

She yawned stretching her arms out as she sat on the edge of the stool with her college books on the bar counter before her. She was a part time student at NYU but with the way her life was going, education wasn't the main focus of her life anymore.

She had already attended a few costumers-who had purchased some beer bottles-but other than that there had been no one.

She was dying to sleep. Her eyes glancing at the clock every two seconds. She ran her hands through her black hair tying it back as she closed her eyes. She placed her hands over her face.

She looked up when the door of the bar opened and blinked when she recognized the wavy black haired male from yesterday-Minseok.

He smiled, wide, the moment his eyes landed on her, "There you are!" he said, almost tripping over his own feet.

"Hi," she said, a little surprised before she adjusting her posture on the stool. "Back already?"

He made his way over to her before leaning his elbows against the counter as he looked at her.

"I told you that I don't leave a pretty lady hanging," he said, a grin spreading across his lips.

She blushed a little, "Ah-please," she said, waving her hand dismissively. "Didn't you wake up with a bad hangover today?"

He chewed his lip as he squinted his eyes, clearly trying to remember, "I...think so," he said, with a shrug but then looked back at her a warm smile. "What are you doing?" he said, eyeing the books.

She closed her books, "I was trying to study but I'm too tired." she said with a shrug.

He laughed musically at that, his hand slapping the counter as he laughed. She raised a brow as he spoke, with a bright smile, "You're so funny!"

She itched the back of her head, before looking at him confusedly. She watched him as he hastily sat into the seat across from her.

"Can I have a beer?" he asked, while intertwining his hands together in front of himself.

"Minseok-are you drunk?" she asked, as she smelled the alcohol from his breath.

He frowned, answering immediately, "No. I just went to every bar that was nearby since I couldn't remember the one you were in,"

She scoffed with a slight smile on her lips, "You were trying to find the bar I was in? Why?"

"Because you're nice," he said with a shrug and then added, "And I wanted to talk to you again."

She blinked, "Did you...happen to drink at any of the bars that you passed on your way to find me?" she asked.

He frowned-looking thoughtful, "No-what happened was that I was in my apartment and I know that in left cabinet in the kitchen there is some beer and when I went to get it-the bottles were full. But when I took them out of the cabinet and opened them they all suddenly became empty!" He said, looking a bit frustrated and flustered.

She sighed, face palming herself.

He nodded eagerly, "I know-I didn't believe in magic either."

He suddenly sighed, running his hand over his face, "Anyway-I suddenly remembered you since you served beer and I liked the beer you served. But...you know what else I liked?" he asked, looking a bit shy as he itched the back of his neck.

She furrowed her brows, "What?"

"You." he said, his cheeks suddenly red.

She blinked, "Ah-Minseok, your drunk." she said, while holding back a laugh.

He pouted, suddenly complaining, "Why do you always think that?"

"You should probably call Sehun." she said, calmly.

"Fine, if you won't give me a drink. I'll get it myself." He said, standing up and walking around the counter.

She quickly stood up and blocked his way to the bottles. He was definitely taller her but that didn't stop her from trying to block him. "Minseok, please-I don't want you to black out like yesterday."

He looked down at her in front of him, "So you suddenly care about me?" he asked, his voice quiet and eyes soft.

She blinked, not sure how to reply. She replied, her voice firm, "I just don't think it's safe for you to drink too much."

He furrowed his brows, his hands coming up to hold each of her elbows, "You know this really isn't fair." he muttered.

She was frozen by his touch, as she felt her pulse speed up. He sighed, asking, "Aren't you supposed to be willing to give me drinks instead of stopping me?"

Normally she would've probably laughed at the honesty statement but his close proximity wasn't helping her feel very normal. To be honest she wasn't even sure why she was stopping him. She took a step back, moving out of his way.

She cleared her throat before folding her arms, "Your right, go on-get a drink."

He tilted his head as he looked at her up and down, "Am I...Am I making you nervous?" he asked, truly curious.

She locked her jaws, replying automatically, "No-now do you want your drink or not?"

He looked at the stack of drinks of different varieties, "I don't remember which one was the one you gave me yesterday."

She turned her back to him as she reached up and got it, as she turned around she almost yelled when she saw Minseok right beside her. She stumbled, dropping the beer bottle as she fell backward and he reached out to try stop her from falling but ended up falling on top of her. She yelled out as she fell before making a face as her head suddenly throbbed.

She looked up and froze in horror when she realized that Minseok was on top of her. He was propped up on his elbows and was looking down at her, his eyes were unreadable.

She asked him, breathless, "Why did you scare me like that?"

His eyes went down to her collarbone, "I just wanted to see your tattoo." he said, quietly.

She had gotten the tattoo right after her father had passed away-which had been about a week ago. She closed her eyes as it hurt to think of her Dad, "It's just a star." she whispered, her head throbbing.

Her eyes fluttered open the moment she felt Minseok's lips brush over her collarbone, right over where the tattoo was.

Her hands suddenly grabbed Minseok's arms, beside each side of her head. "Minseok-" but she was cut off when he placed another gentle kiss on her other collarbone. He kissed a trail of gentle kisses up her collarbone to the untouched skin of underneath her ear on the side of her neck.

She gritted her teeth, her head still pounding, "Minseok, get off me." she said, her voice unsteady.

Her grip on his arms tightened as her heart rate picked up, "Minseok!" her voice rising, trying to move out from under his body.

His hips pressed down on hers-preventing her from moving-he had her pinned down underneath him. She felt his mouth move against the side of her neck, creating a hickey. She couldn't breathe-her head throbbed as she choked out, "Minseok! Get off-I can't-"

She tried to move her neck out from under his lips. Her heart raced as fear slowly creeped into her veins. She wondered how in the hell she got herself into this situation.

I hope you guys are interested in knowing what happens next and please look forward to the rest of the chapters! Your comments and constructive criticism will be appreciated!

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✎ (THROWS IN)

sO like a lot of these i’ve thought about and we’ve talked about to some degree, but heeere

He makes her laugh. They have a similar sense of humor: somewhat morbid, but witty. When she hears him laugh – genuinely laughs because he’s happy – for the first time, her heart stops, and in that moment she realizes that she loves him.

When Liz meets Lerna, she’s a bit hesitant at first. It’s not so much that he scares her, but he’s a bit intimidating, not unlike Ghetsis himself. They stare at each other for a long time, and when Liz goes to touch him he gives her a very loud huff as though he’s unimpressed by her. Liz quickly draws parallels between the Hydreigon and his master, and in very much the same way that she approaches Ghetsis, she does the same with Lerna. Her change in demeanor causes Lerna to be more receptive to her, and she eventually earns his respect.

They’re far from the perfect couple. For a while, they argue regularly and loudly, mostly about him, his sense of entitlement and the little ways he tries to manipulate her. Most of it is subconscious, and the rest of it is him unused to being told “no”. When Ghetsis realizes that his approach to things between them is having the opposite effect than what he wants, and that Liz won’t budge in her stance and can see through his tactics, it’s only then that he considers that perhaps it’s him that needs to change.

She lets him fuss over her at times, lets him worry and take care of her when he feels it necessary. It’s not so much because she wants him to worry, but she knows how insistent he can be, and that it’s his way of expressing his love for her. Given that her depression at times can make her negligent in caring for herself, sometimes having someone else to make sure she doesn’t crash and burn is appreciated. It’s also a show of trust on Liz’s part to allow Ghetsis this, as she doesn’t generally care to make it known when she’s feeling especially vulnerable.

They spend quite a bit of time together before either of them develops romantic feelings. They talk about everything from Mega Evolution to their likes and dislikes. Over time, their talks become more personal, and revealing. They mutually enjoy learning about one another, and remember little details about each other well after the fact.

Liz initially has no idea of the terrible things that Ghetsis has done. When she does find out, not only is she sickened by what she learns, but she avoids Ghetsis for a time after that, and feels conflicted about her feelings for him, wondering if he didn’t simply manipulate her to feel that way or not for whatever reason. Eventually they both confront each other.

It takes a while for Liz to become accustomed to the idea of being in a relationship, particularly with a man like Ghetsis. She asks him to give her time to think about her feelings, and he does so begrudgingly until his own patience gives out.

While Ghetsis would never openly admit to such a weakness, he is a terribly self-conscious creature the needs frequent reassurance. Liz sees this, noting the subtle yet distinct differences between the delusional, self-proclaimed god, and the man she loves. She’s gentle with him when he needs her to be, taking the initiative when it comes to affection and love making. It’s when they’re naked, exposed for the other to see, that they drink in the other’s imperfections. She guides him while pressing kisses over his scarred flesh, over his eye, kissing the cold metallic digits of his prosthesis one by one. Even if the man could use a dose of humility, among other things, she won’t dare let him think less of himself when he’s with her.

Sometimes she’ll read to him. It started when she unintentionally began reading a passage from one of her favorite books, and rather passionately at that, not knowing that Ghetsis was listening in the entire time. She’s embarrassed when she notices him, but he tells her that he doesn’t mind listening to her. When she does read to him, he likes to lay his his head in her lap. This way, she can play with his hair with her free hand, and sometimes he’s so comfortable and relaxed by her voice and touch that he falls asleep. Liz usually ends up joining him.

They have date nights. It’s usually something simple, but intimate. Liz isn’t much of a dancer, even if she knows how, but she makes an exception for a certain king, enjoying the closeness of their bodies as they sway to the music. Most of the time it’s just them standing in place, but sometimes Liz wants to see Ghetsis show off his talents; she loves dances where Ghetsis has to dip or lift her the most.

BONUS:

Liz has a Dragonair named “Pearl” that she raised from an egg that she received from the Elder’s of Dragon’s Den of Blackthorn City in the Johto region. Pearl is a mommy’s girl, and loves nothing more than to be loved and told that she’s pretty. After Liz asks her grandfather to transfer Pearl’s pokeball over from his ranch in Unova, Pearl takes an immediate liking to not only Ghetsis, but to his Hydreigon as well, deciding for the both of them that she’s his mate now. She’s very flirty and demands attention constantly, even if Ghetsis and Liz are otherwise occupied with each other, it won’t stop her from throwing her body up against the bedroom door. She also loves to wear bows, and likes showing them off to Lerna.

#sagelyliberation #THERE WAS ONCE A GIRL ( ʰᵉᵃᵈᶜᵃᶰᵒᶰ ).#BEAUTY AND THE BEAST ( ˡᶤᶻ && ᵍʰᵉᵗˢᶤˢ ).#verse tbd.#ahhhh you get an extra one because i could have written like 50 more but had to stop myself

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holy-chanyeollie · 8 years ago

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Some Facts

thanks for tagging me sunshine @jadezx ly xo

1. Do you have a good relationship with your parents? -yeah my mums my best friend and my dads alright (nah i love him) 😂 2. Who did you last say “i love you” to? - i would say probably to one of my friends 3. Do you regret anything? - sure there are things i regret but nothing i can do bout it now 4. Are you insecure? - sometimes i am but ometimes i dont care 😂 5. What’s your relationship status? - single 6. How do you want to die? - nicely 7. What did you last eat? - fruit toast thingy 8. Played any sports? - Soccer/football 9. Do you bite your nails? - i use to really bad but now ionly bite them if im really nervous or if they break and need to come off 10. When was your last physical fight? - does my brother count?? 11. Do you like someone? - Theres this really cute girl i meet at my drama course i did :o there was also a super cute guy there aswell but he is from england and he was one of the tutors :’( so maybe im crushin a lil? lets hope they go next year tho! 12. Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? - you betcha 13. Do you hate anyone at the moment? - there are people i really dislike but i dunno about hate 14. Do you miss someone? - yeah i do 15. Have any pets? - 4 cats, a lizard and the love of my life which is my princess dog 16. How exactly are you feeling at the moment? - tired and a lil sad and sore but i think im going out tonight so yay 17. Ever made out in the bathroom? - hahah no 18. Are you scared of spiders? - big ones 19. Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? - i think so 20. Where was the last place you snogged someone? - 😂 😂 😂 😂 21. What are your plans for this weekend? - work work work, party, sleep, work 22. Do you want to have kids? how many? - i want 3 kids i think

23. Do you have piercings? how many?

- 2 just ny ears

24. What is/are/were your best subject(s)? - my best subjects were Drama and Media studies 25. Do you miss anyone from your past? - of course 26. What are you craving right now? - sleep 😂 27. Have you ever broken someone’s heart? - i hope not?? 28. have you ever been cheated on? - Nope 29. Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? - nope 30. What’s irritating you right now?‘ - my back 31. Does somebody love you? - i would hope so 32. What is your favourite color? - pink, blue, purple and yellow ohh and orange 33. Do you have trust issues? - doesnt everyone? 34. Who/what was your last dream about? - hahahahaah it was actually about chanyeol and my dog 😂 35. Who was the last person you cried in front of? - i guess it was infront of alot of people? i was saying goodbye to one of the closest friends i made at the drama course and i was fine then she starte to cry and i starte bawling my eyes out and didnt stop crying for the rest of the day specially when i said goodbye to the cute tutor from england he was gr8 36. Do you give out second chances too easily? - hmmm depends 37. Is it easier to forgive or forget? - Forgive 38. Is this year the best year of your life? - ive gotta say that this year has been pretty shitty for me but cant be as bad as last year! 39. How old were you when you had your first kiss? - like 3 i think? i have a cute photo of it and the person i had it with has grown up really fricken hot 😂 40. Have you ever walked outside completely naked? - well in a towel? 51. Favourite food? - noodles and vegemite on toast 52. Do you believe everything happens for a reason? - i geuss 53. What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? - Watched sungjaes and peniels insta live video, i actually fell asleep watching it 😂 54. Is cheating ever okay? - NOOOOOOOOOO 55. Are you mean? - Sometimes 56. How many people have you fist fought?  - no one 57. Do you believe in true love? - I dunno thats a hard question??? 58. Favourite weather? - rainy (when im not at work tho im in bed watching movies or out exploring in gumboots and a raincoat) 59. Do you like the snow? - it doesnt really snow in my town 60. Do you wanna get married? - nah i dont but im not totlly against it 61. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? - hmmmm i dunno cause i call my dog baby 😂 62. What makes you happy?  - my friends, kpop, my dog, my family, Hansol Vernon Chwe, Park Chanyeol, Jeon Jungkook, Day6, did i say my dog and kpop ?? 63. Would you change your name? - nah i like mine 64. Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?  - hahahah the last person i kissed was a friend and we kised jokingly so noooo? 65. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? - i guess it would depennd?? 66. Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? - hahaha yeah of course we tight af 67. Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? - online? then a friend offline then my dad ?? 68. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? - one of me best friends 69. Do you believe in soulmates? - Yeah i guess i do, i think my dog is my soulmate tho 70. Is there anyone you would die for? my mum, i love her alot. and probs channie and vernonie lol trash

That was fun 😂 😂 😂 😂 im gonna taaaag @swindle-r @jeonuwonu @hanstolemyheart98 @aly-zzle @minnyhyuk if you have already done it or just dont wanna ya dont have to xo ly all

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thecosmicprincesss · 8 years ago

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The Craven Legacy

EP 1 || True Beginnings

Sometimes I wonder… How did I actually get to this point? Since when was I okay with being with this man? When did I begin to say I want to be with you? Have I gone completely mad? I think back on those nights stuck in the dungeon and wonder what changed? What did I do to gain this creature's affections… how did I allow myself to get swept up into his charm so easily? I suppose in order to explain that I must first think back to what brought me to Forgotten Hollow in the first place.

For many years I lived in Windenburg with my parents, Horace and Abigail Aberdeen, it was a quiet life for the most part, but I often dreamed of more, something my father wasn't very keen on. In his eyes, I was a rebellious child, one with her head too far into the clouds to see the reality of what our lives really were. Men were the absolute while we women were made to stay home to nurture the offspring. Honestly, that wasn't the life I wanted for myself. He used to tell me that imagination was a disease that infected young women who read and think far too much for their own good. Perhaps, in some respect, he was right. Had I just stayed on the path expected of me I would have never had to endure what I have. But my curiosity was far stronger than I. And with my parents long since dead, there was no reason for me to remain in Windenburg, especially an unmarried woman such as myself. So with the money gifted to me in the will of my parents, I bought a home in Forgotten Hollow.

It was a lovely little house, but then, all the houses of Forgotten Hollow are, each possessing their own charms. I will never forget the day I arrived, looking for answers to my many questions, answers that now looking back were not my place to look for. For the better part of a year, people living in Windenburg had been going missing. Many would come to visit Forgotten Hollow and many, sadly, were never seen or heard from again. Gossip went around like wildfire and fingers pointed to a resident of the small town. Perhaps I was just young and naive. But I thought that if I went to this town, befriended this resident, then I could get to the bottom of the tales surrounding him, debunk them, or maybe even prove them to be true. Oh, how I wish I knew what I was getting myself into.

The beautiful home across from the one I had purchased belonged to the Craven family. From what I had heard, the sole resident who remained was a charming young man who thrived on learning as much as possible. There was a rumor that he was very talented with music, he wanted to become a composer. But I questioned this. How could a man that never took a single step into daylight thrive in such a career? It boggled my mind. And then… one day we met.

Desmond Craven was everything I was told he was, charming, enthusiastic, talented… but… there was something off about him and the way his brown eyes seemed to glow faintly in the dim yellow of the candle lights. I was frightened but intrigued far beyond reasoning to back down now. And Lord knows that I wish now that I could have.

I and many others were invited to a party at the Craven Estate. All seemed well until I made my way down to the basement parlor, where I witnessed something dark. This Desmond was no mere man, but a creature who thrived on the pain of others, and the blood of them too.

I'm unsure of what happened next, but from one moment to the other I found myself waking up in a bed in what seemed to be a prison cell. And I was not there alone. The woman I had saw become victim to the villainous beast and a man were there too.

The following days were a blur, between being made into cattle for this creature and the other two getting rather close to one another, I felt myself becoming desperate to feel the sun on my skin again and to breathe in the crisp night air. Had I known before coming to this town that I would never experience these things again I would have never stepped foot into this accursed town.

It wasn't long before the other girl became pregnant by the gentlemen who shared our cell. I half worried that I would be next. This was not the sort of thing I wanted for myself. But the days went by and as I became targeted by the monster's needs the other male seemed uninterested in my presence there. We rarely spoke as we worked on the easels the prison provided as leisure.

I don't know when I allowed him full access into my life, or when I thought it was ok to let him get closer, but it happened. And although I hated him and everything he stood for… he began to grow on me in a way I hadn't thought possible. The man terrified me yet… my heart sang to him, for him, and only him. What was it… was it his good looks, his soft and tender voice… or… or does he have me under some sort of spell?

Before I knew it, I was no longer in the cell, he was taking me places and I was with him all the time. We had become inseparable. We couldn't bare being a part for long lengths of time. And although the other two that lived miserably in the basement were still trapped and expecting I found I cared less and less about them. And then one day he offered it to me. Eternal life. The life of a vampire. He told me that we would be together for eternity under the light of the full moon. Without hesitation I accepted. Within days I was no longer human. He taught me his ways, how he had survived all this time and how to pick another vampire out from the crowd to avoid conflict, for other covens did exist, and not many shared in the Craven way.

In time the twins came, Hollie and Chris, they're the children born of the captives living in the basement. But… they could not spend their time with their sires for they were born vampire. Vampires from a pair of humans, it's baffling. Desmond said it was likely because this home was located on a dark ley line. As such it was now up to us to care for these two. Although I was not their birth mother I raised them as my own, taught them all I could, and Hollie, well she certainly had my thirst for knowledge. It almost seemed like my past as a human was completely forgotten, I no longer had compassion for the two downstairs… until Summer was pregnant a third time. This time I could smell that this child would not be a vampire as the other two. Her tears as she pleaded with me, her former friend, reached my heart and the guilt was over whelming.

That very night after years of being together, married by the dark bond, Desmond proposed to me. Happiness overwhelmed me once more and I gladly accepted, nearly forgetting about Summer's request. But the wedding, yes, the wedding would be the perfect time for them to make their escape. They could not have their first children together, but they would have their third, and they would be happy, so I had hoped.

Within the month the preparations were made. Desmond went first to Castle Dracula just over looking the cliffs, remnants of the original castle surrounding the new build. The moment he went to ensure that the venue for our wedding was ready. I unlocked the door and went on my way, silently bidding Summer and Dominic adieu.

So here I am. After nearly four years of living as cattle, falling in love with my captor, becoming a vampire and caring for children not my own, Desmond and I are finally wed. I only hope that Summer and Dominic have made it out before we return.

E1 | E2 | E3 | E4 | E5 | E6

#recap #Sims 4 #Vampires #The Craven Legacy

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