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The Opposite of Lost - Chapter One

The Opposite of Lost

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Female OC

a/n: So this is my first fic ever, and I’m super nervous to post but here goes :) It’s set in highschool and will be nothing more than fluff, I’m sorry if that upsets you. Although I love and respect our incredible smut writers, I am unfortunately not one of them :( Anyway, back to the story. The premise is ‘new girl with secrets meets sweet boy’ - very sappy and overdone but whatever. If you like John Denver, I can promise great things for you in this fic ;) This story is a complete slow burn told mostly by Josh’s pov after the first chapter. Also, I’m Aussie so if I get anything wrong to do with American slang, school or spelling please forgive me! I hope you enjoy :)

We will reach a bit of domestic abuse in a few chapters so please be cautious!

Word Count: 4.5k

Chapter One

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

I caught sight of a pair of dungarees ahead in the trail, and watched carefully as she walked barefoot towards us. I looked to the ground for a moment while she came close, not wanting to stare, though I turned my head to her as she passed with a shy smile.

“I swear she’s always here when we are,” I whispered to Jake once she was out of earshot. “It’s almost like she’s following us.”

“I guess.” Jake said absentmindedly, continuing up the hill. But I turned to watch her for a moment, squinting to see her track off the side of the trail and disappear into the woods. My sudden urge to follow her was interrupted by Jake looking back from a ways in front, “Someone in love over here?” At that, I ran back uphill to shove my brother.

We saw her a bunch that week, though I seemed to be the only one to notice the way she was always going off the trails, or how she would be sitting on a boulder on the next hill over when we reached the summit of our usual trail.

I had finally convinced my brothers to explore beyond the trails, and we’d decided to go into the valley that was surrounded by a loop hiking track so we’d be able to find our way out easily. As we reached the ridge, I spotted a clearing around the middle of the valley along the riverbed.

“That’s gotta be our goal,” Sam said, pointing exactly where I was looking. We all grinned in agreement before setting off with a joyful huff.

*❀。• ₊°。Rosemary

Shedding my overalls and crop top, I plunged into the chilly river water in my bikini. I swam a little around the river pool and ended up wading right to the small waterfall where I sat on my special little rock, just as I had everyday since I moved here. It was so perfect here, the waterfall singing its everlasting song while I sat in the sun, just warm enough to tolerate the sprinkle of water from the waterfall. The wash of sound was able to fade out the distant calls and laughter I heard earlier, presumably from the three boys I passed once again today.

I furrowed my brows as that laughter seemed to come back, and upon realisation, my head snapped across to those very boys peeking through the tree line. “Woah,” The tallest said, standing still at the side of the river, far from the waterline, “Guess we’re not the first to find this place after all Jake.” Concerned and confused looks plastered their faces. “Should we go up to her? Maybe we should leave..” he asked.

“Dude no! I didn’t hike all this way for nothing!” ‘Jake’ said

“Well what do we say?” The first retorted.

“It’s not like we have to ask permission!” I chuckled at their bickering.

“It kinda feels like we do… she did find it fi—”

“Are you boys going to swim or did you just plan on standing there all day?” I yelled, putting them out of their misery. I took a good look at the three, the first, a long haired boy with his shirt buttoned so low it seemed to have no purpose; the second, a lankier tall one that looked younger in the face than the other two, and the last, with similar features to the first, but with short curly hair, who I hadn’t seen look away from me the second he entered the clearing. Nor had he uttered a single word to the other two. He was grinning at my call; enough, in fact, to show his dimples, while the others looked at me in shock. Cute I thought.

☾ ⋆･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

I was in awe from the moment I left the trees. I don’t think I have seen a more beautiful scene in my entire life. The glistening water was beautiful. The waterfall across the rocks was beautiful. And she was beautiful. She was bronzed by the sun, brown hair shiny and slick as she sat on a rock, revealing her soft face, spare of makeup. She looked so natural, one with the gorgeous world around her.

She started swimming over towards us as we stripped to our shorts and started getting in.

“Nice spot you’ve got here.” Jake said, slipping into the water.

“Why thank you! And who may you be my trespassing friends?” She said with a smile.

“I’m Jake.”

“And I’m his bro Sam!” Sam said as he jumped into the water straight on top of Jake.

“I’m Rose.” She said, laughing as they continued brawl. “And you are?” She turned to look up at me with her hand out to shake.

“Jo—” Just as I took her hand she tightened the grip and yanked me into the water. I rose to the surface in shock, but when I looked at her I couldn’t help smile at her giggling. “Josh. Joshua Michael Kizska.” I said finally after she calmed down a bit.

“Well in that case I’m Rosemary June Finch. Pleased to meet you Joshua.” Rosemary replied.

“And you Rosemary.” I returned. We held a beat of eye contact, the moment softened by our smiling eyes.

“Come with me, I’ll show you guys the jumping spot!” She widened her grin as she cocked her head toward the waterfall before swimming over to the edge. I looked into blank space for a moment as she dipped beneath the water until my vision was occupied by Jake, who had a smirk plastered on his face as he looked at me, shaking his head.

After we’d each had our share of jumping off the small waterfall cliff and swimming around, we settled on the rocks to bathe in the afternoon sun.

“You must be new in town Rosemary, I’ve never seen you before. And you look around our age?” I started.

“Yeah, I moved here at the start of summer break, and I’m turning eighteen this year.” She replied.

“I can’t believe we’ve been hiking here for our entire lives and never found this place, and you’ve been here for literally two months and you seem to know the place like the back of your hand.” Jake said, furrowing his brows.

“About time you come off-the-beaten-track then.” Rosemary laughed.

“So are you in like, school or something?” Sam questioned.

“Yeah I’ll be in senior year at Frankenmuth High school this year.”

I sat straight upright from laying flat on the rock. “No way we’re in senior year there too!” I said, motioning to Jake and I.

“You’ll have to show me the ropes then.” Rosemary said with a warm smile.

We each rambled on about the high school experience for a while, trying to warn Rosemary about some of the teachers and students until we were satisfied that she wouldn't die on her first day. Then, we all laid on our backs, listening to the waterfall and the afternoon wind in the trees.

“I gotta tell you Rose, it’s pretty brave to come out here alone and all,” Jake said after a while.

“Oh, I didn’t come alone, don't worry! I brought Jack with me.” She replied, a mischievous smile growing on her face as she turned to shuffle through her bag as everyone sat up.

“Who’s Jack?” Sam said, as we all started looking around for some other person while she pulled out something from her bag.

“Captain Jack!” I turned to see her holding a small hunting knife, removing it from its sheath. A chorus of ‘woah’s and shocked huffs erupted as us boys leaned back a little. “He’ll get me out of trouble. Haven’t had to use him yet, I don’t think I ever will though.” She said as she twirled the thing in her hand, before tossing with a spin and catching it skilfully.

“Any particular reason you didn’t feel like using it on us?” I asked.

“I’ve seen you all heaps along the trails. I know you brawl, but none of you would hurt a fly.” She laughed, placing it back into her bag. We all smiled, seemingly glad to have that thing out of sight. “I think we’d better get moving if you guys want to get before dark. I’ll show you my path back.” We all agreed, putting on our clothes over our mostly dry swimwear before setting off up the hill, following Rosemary’s lead. She was quite mesmerising to watch; bare feet treading carefully as she dragged her hands on some of the leaves and tree stumps she passed. Her eyes were focused, looking ahead for the familiar landmarks that told her she was going the right way, and sweetly, she would often look back with a tiny, upturned lip and bright widened eyes to check that we were all following all right. Once we’d reached the main trail to the carpark she hung back, letting my brothers walk in front, leaving me to naturally fall in step with her.

After a little while of silence, I finally built up the courage to speak. “You should come walk with us next time we’re all around. It’s nice to have some different company for a change. You’re cool.”

“I think you’re cool too, and I will definitely see you all again. I’m here most days, so we’re bound to see each other at some point… but I can give you my number if you want to actually set up a time and place?” She said, motioning to her bag.

“Sure. But my phone’s in the car, can I give you mine instead?” She nodded, reaching around and pulling out an old flip phone.

“I know it’s old, but I don’t really need it for anything but texts or calls you know? If it ain’t broke!” She explained while I put in my number and name as ‘Joshua’ and texted ‘:)’ to my phone.

“No I think it’s great,” I said, passing the phone back. “I don’t even know where my phone is half the time… they’re just soul sucking little machines you know, I don't what it near me.” She smiled as I gestured wildly in the air to express my disdain.

“Exactly!” She laughed.

“Anyway, you’ll have to show us some other cool spots around here off-trail. I’m sure you’ve found some. That is, if you’re willing to share.” I pouted a little as I spoke, jokingly.

“I can and I will. Their beauty is too beautiful not to share. Besides, they’ve been hidden long enough, and I’m sure they are sick of me.” She turned to look me in the eye.

“Trees can’t get sick of you!” I said with a furrowed brow and a lopsided smile. How could anyone get sick of you?

“Look around Joshua, Everything’s living! Maybe they have hearts and minds and souls too.” She said, admiring the nature around her with a concerned look before our eyes connected once again. Then, we just continued walking happily. I adored the way she viewed the world.

“See ya rose!” Sam waved as we reached the car park.

“Nice meeting you. Until next time.” Jake saluted.

I smiled. “I’m glad we met Rosemary. I’ll see you soon.”

“Bye Sam! Bye Jake!” She yelled to the others. “Bye Joshua. I’m glad I met you too.” And at that we both grinned before parting ways.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

I decided not to text her that night. As much as I was excited to see her again and make plans, I didn’t want to freak her out. I had a feeling it would happen naturally. And it did. A couple of days later, we went out late one afternoon once Jake finished work at the record store. I noticed her car in the parking lot as we pulled in. We walked one of the shorter tracks since it was pretty late, and as we reached the summit of the track, I felt a bit discouraged that we would find her. We looked around at the view for a while, enjoying the way the wind was a bit stronger and cooler up where the clearing for the summit was. I felt deflated as I couldn’t see her anywhere around us, but just as we started to leave, I felt my phone ring in my pocket. I took it out - it was Rosemary.

“Rosemary?” I said as I pulled the phone to my ear, hoping I was loud enough that my brothers would figure out what was going on.

“Nine o’clock” She said.

“What?”

“Check your nine Joshua.” Rosemary chuckled. I turned around to my left, darting my eyes across the valley and back down the track a bit, but I couldn’t see anything. At my sudden change of direction, the boys were looking too. “Now look up.”

And there she was. Sitting on a high branch of a tree about thirty yards along the path, waving straight at us. We had walked straight underneath her not five minutes ago. She had her camera out, snapping a photo of our shocked faces staring up at her. Rosemary wore her signature blue-jean overalls today along with a white strapless top, she was leaning against the trunk with one leg propped up and the other hanging down.

“You are wild Rosemary June.” I yelled as we ran to her.

“Well I’ll try to be rabid next time!” She said between fits of laughter, carefully climbing down the tree to meet us. “You should have seen your faces!”

“Yeah yeah,” Jake rolled his eyes, “Should we go sit on magnet rock? I think we’ve got time.”

‘“Sure.” “Yep.” “Sounds good!”’ We all replied.

We walked for about ten minutes until we reached the rounded-horseshoe shaped boulder, sitting down in the bowl of it like a couch.

“Explored anywhere else in Frankenmuth so far Rose?” Jake asked as he laid back on the warm surface.

“Nothing past the grocery store to be honest.” She said, “I can’t seem to stop coming here!”

“Then I think we should show you around a bit. Starting Saturday.” Jake stated.

“If you’re free.” I added.

“That I am!” She smiled, “What’s the plan then?”

“Well, we’re playing at the old pub at seven, so If your parents allowed it, we thought you might like to come and watch. Thats one spot in town crossed off the list!” I said.

“Excuse me, if you’re playing pool at a bar I would certainly be playing too, not watching!” She said, eyeing each of us as we tried to conceal our laughter. “What’s so funny? I’ll have you know I have a lot of pool experience.”

“It’s not pool we’re playing Rose, it’s music. We’re in a band.” Jake spoke carefully as we all searched her eyes for some sort of dismissive thought. But her eyes lit up instead.

“Really?” we nodded. “That’s so cool! What kind of music do you play?”

“You’ll have to find out on Saturday!” I announced.

“What about the instruments? Can't you at least tell me that?”

“Mmm.. now that you mention it, I think we'll keep that one a surprise too.” I replied.

She looked at me with this pouty smile and low-lidded eyes that told me she didn’t mind our bickering.

❀。• *₊°。Rosemary

I walked into the old bar expecting to see the usual Saturday-night crowd for a place like this, but I was shocked instead to see a very large gathering of people, filling the space and favouring the far right corner where I could see a small stage. Wow, okay. These guys must be good. The whole town was basically here, and I was suddenly feeling a bit strange about knowing them. Nonetheless, I ordered a mule from the bar and watched from the only free stool as they started setting up. To my surprise the bartender didn’t mix a virgin mule, he gave me a real one - but I didn’t say anything. Each of the boys were lit up with excitement, and it was wonderful watching them focus on their gear and talking to one another — they were in their element. There was a boy I didn’t know sitting behind the drum kit, which was where I expected Sam to be, but when Sam slid the strap of a bass over his head, it made sense. Still, I wasn’t expecting a four-piece. So as Jake grabbed the electric guitar from behind him, I was shocked to see Josh walk up to the mic stand, twisting a few knobs while looking at the crowd.

He finally met my eyes after a while of looking around and gave me the widest grin I’d seen from him yet. I shot one back with a small wave and he just winked. I was completely giddy to hear them perform now, he was so confident and happy.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

I’d never been this nervous for a performance before. I told myself it was because of a large crowd, but once I spotted Rosemary sitting at the bar, I fatefully accepted the fact it was her making me nervous. She was wearing a white mini tee with a patterned vest overtop, and blue jeans that flared just enough at her boots. She was so cool. What if she doesn’t like it? I thought.

That question shuffled aside the longer I stared at her, because I was excited to perform for her, and because she too looked excited — and… maybe a bit nervous? I sent her a wink to be sure while I finished up fiddling with my mic.

❀。• *₊°。Rosemary

I continued to watch Josh as he turned and put his hand on Jake’s shoulder to whisper something in his ear. Jake looked up with surprise and immediately found me and waved. Sam saw him looking and sent me rock horns as they all got into their places.

The opening riff of ‘Layla’ by Derek and the Dominoes played and I watched as the room came alive. Jake and Sam were shredding it, the drummer was bringing the energy and pounding a beat I could feel in my heart, and Josh — His voice was just something to behold. As a whole they were completely captivating, each born to be onstage and radiating their love in this form. Mid way through the song, Sam left his Bass and sat at the keyboard and started playing the piano section of the song, which they all quietly joined in on to create a vamp below Josh’s speaking.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to our show tonight, it’s great to be here with you and to bring you love, peace, and music, I’m Josh, behind me here is Danny,” He said, motioning to the boys, “Up here is Sam, and Jake. We’ll be playing some you know, and some we’ve written, and we hope you enjoy. We are Greta Van Fleet.” He spoke clearly but fast into the mic with barely a pause in the entire speech, and was finally interrupted by a strike of Jakes guitar just as he finished the word ‘fleet’.

“Hey, hey, mama, said the way you move,

Gonna make you sweat, gonna make you groove,”

Josh suddenly erupted into singing ‘Black Dog’ from Zeppelin IV. If I thought his voice was incredible before I didn’t even have the words to describe it now. Their set was thrilling, from Joplin to Cream, they had the 60s and 70s covered which the audience clearly appreciated. There was not a soul in the venue who wasn’t mouthing the words, singing along, bopping their heads or tapping their foot. They finished on an original which Josh introduced as ‘Safari song’. Josh hadn’t looked at me at all during their set until now, smiling into the lyrics of the song and making eye contact every now and then. I couldn’t help but smile back, and ‘Safari song’ was instantly my favourite song of the night.

“Thank you!” Josh yelled into the mic, eliciting a powerful applause peppered with shouts and whistles as the boys walked off stage. I decided to stay at the bar for a while and let them be, as they were bombarded by old friends and the like to congratulate them on their performance the second they were off the stage. The boys finally found their way to me after talking to basically every single person in the room. Josh immediately pulled me into a tight hug as soon as I stood.

“Hi” he whispered

“Hi” I giggled back. We pulled apart and I went on to hug his brothers and shook hands with their drummer, who introduced himself as Danny.

“You guys were amazing!” I exclaimed as we turned back to the bar for drinks.

“Really? It wasn’t too… I don’t know, old?” Josh asked, looking quite unsure.

“Are you kidding? I knew every word!” he raised his eyebrows, and the boys all looked at me.

“Even Safari song?” Josh broke out in a grin.

“You know what I mean. Play me some Zeppelin and I’m hooked.”

“Well we’re glad. We would have had to give up a really fantastic swimming hole if you didn’t like it.” Jake nudged me on the shoulder.

“You guys are weird.” I said, raising my glass and taking a sip to hide my smile.

The other boys ordered their soft drinks and mock-tails while Josh sat down next to me, eyeing my drink. “Whatcha got there Rosemary?” He said, grabbing the almost empty glass before I could stop him. He smirked cheekily, taking a sip. Josh’s face fell and his eyes almost bugged out of his head, looking back and forth from the drink to me. I slowly pushed a finger to my lips with a knowing glance, trying not to laugh. I folded as he chugged what was left in the glass, and we both laughed at ourselves, eliciting confused looks by the other boys.

“Hey can I get two more of these man?” I said to the bartender with all the confidence I could. Josh couldn’t hold himself together, looking away from the bar to hide his face. The bartender mixed the drinks and placed them in front of us.

“Only one more though, understand? Otherwise I'll tell your mother Kiszka.” He looked serious, but winked at us nonetheless.

“Let’s play pool!” Sam said, and we all followed.

“Get ready to have your ass beat, Jake!” I said.

“We’re not on the same team? Fine, then I get Danny.” Jake retorted.

“H-hhem - We come as a package deal.” Sam said, putting his arm around Danny.

“Ugh Fine.”

I turned to Josh. He was already grabbing us some cues, one of which he threw to me. “Joshua you better be good at this.”

“Have a little faith will ya?” he said, focusing on chalking his cue.

Jake set down the balls and the game began. We were collectively mediocre at playing, though Danny and I seemed to have the upper hand. Jake and Josh were all talk, yelling loudly or saying something right as the other would go to strike. And Sam was hopeless, spending half the time groaning with his head in his hands after aiming at literally nothing and barely hitting the cue ball.

Near the end, we realised we were pretty even, and anyone could win - and it suddenly became the most competitive game of pool I’ve ever played. Snarky comments and celebratory cheers were made play-by-play, and it felt like the world was going to end every time Josh or I missed.

It finally got to a point with one of each ball type left on the table, and it was my turn, meaning I could win the game if I sunk our striped ball. I took a swig of my drink, leaning down low on the table to investigate my options. Josh put his arm around me, coming down to my level to whisper in my ear.

“You got this Rosemary you can win it, I know you can. Are you gonna hit that left there and bounce it off the wall?” As serious as our faces were, I was giddily enjoying this soft moment up close with Josh. I could feel his breath on my neck.

“Yeah but I don’t know if I can do it.” I replied.

“Nah its easy you’ve got it” He stayed low as I moved my cue into position. The other boys were on the opposite end of the table, holding each other and bending down to our level as well. They looked terrified.

“Nervous Rose?” Jake yelled, making them all chuckle.

“Never.” I said, my eyes never leaving the ball. I could hear Josh laughing lightly into my shoulder at my smart-ass response as I took the shot.

It hit perfectly and our winning ball rolled right into the hole below the boys, their heads following it in amazement. They looked up at us in shock before crumbling, dragging their hands down their faces, hitting them on the table and angrily groaning in disappointment.

Josh and I turned and screamed at each other in joy and danced around wildly, then hugged a long, tight embrace. It was warm and unapologetic. Maybe it was the three drinks I had but this was the best hug I’d had in a long time.

Once everyone had settled down, we finished our drinks and decided to head out, so we all grabbed the kit from onstage and started loading it into the back of their van.

“Okay that's everything, we’ll walk you to your car Rose.” Oh shit. It was just then that I realised I really shouldn’t drive myself home. I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at Josh, and he seemed to have made the same realization. Jake looked at me with concern. “Do you want a lift home instead?” He asked.

I had to think for a moment - I knew I shouldn’t drive, but it was rude of me to ask for a lift home when as far as they were concerned, I didn’t need it. After a while I reluctantly nodded to Jake. We walked to their car and Jake started getting in the passenger seat, waiting for Josh to get into the driver's side.

“I can’t drive Jake I’m too tired.” He said as he rounded the truck to push Jake across the bench seat towards the wheel.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jake shoved Josh in the shoulder and got situated, starting the car. I tried to conceal my laugh as Josh glanced back at me.

I quietly gave directions as we drove through the town. Once we arrived on my street, I said “Here's fine,” making Jake pull up. I hopped out and stood at their open passenger window. “Thanks for a great night guys, can’t wait to hear you play again.” I said, smiling at everyone.

“Thanks for coming Rosemary.” Josh gave me a knowing glance with a bit of cheekiness to it.

“Bye Rose!”

“Bye!”

I hit the roof of the van before standing back to watch them drive off.

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆ Joshua

I watched in the side mirror as Rosemary walked down the street a bit; sitting down on the porch of one of the houses instead of going inside. Strange.

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cherry-cola-on-ice · 2 years

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Sunday Dinners

When someone mentions the name 'Michael Myers', his cooking skills aren't the first thing that pops in your mind.

Tagging the head of Michael Myers simp INC™️ @brandnewhuman

The knife was gripped in Michael's hand, his knuckles turning white. He slowly approached you from behind, taking advantage of your oblivious nature. He raised the knife high, aiming to kill.

He brought the knife down in one fell swoop. His aim never missed.

You jumped, looking up at him "Fffff-ucking hell, Michael! You scared the shit out of me!"

Michael snickered, pulling the knife out of the wooden cutting board. You picked it up, rubbing where the knife had struck "Come on, dude. I've only got like of these!"

Michael knocked his shoulder into yours. You looked up at your boyfriend " You're lucky that I love. Ya know that?"

You picked up the wooden spoon, walking over to the pot of Mac and cheese, giving it a stir. Michael came up from behind you, circling his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, placing kisses on your skin

You laughed, skin flushing "Don't think you can snuggle your way out of helping me. Go grabbed the plates and set the table. "

It was always funny when Michael pouted. The Shape of Haddonfield, huffing. He let go, sulking his way to the cabinets. You watched him while you stirred dinner.

It was strange at first, having this strange domestic life with a literal killer. But, here you are now, in a committed relationship with Michael Myers.

He sleeps in your bed, helps you cook, clean. All the things that 'normal' couples do. Hell, he even has gone to the grocery store when you were sick. Even has gone to doctor appointments with you.

You doctors were terrified.

Michael's hand on your shoulder broke your out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw him holding two cans. Wordlessly asking what you wanted to drink.

"Ummm...That one, please. " You pointed to your choice "This is almost ready, if you want to bring the bowls over here. " Michael nodded, heading back to the table for the bowls.

You sat down, watching as Michael began to eat. You smiled fondly at him "Remember when you found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."

Michael stilled, spoon halfway in the air. Did he remember that night? He could never forget it. He had no idea what was wrong, who or what hurt. He nodded, not meeting your eyes.

You gulped "I had such a shitty day at work that day. Boss chastised me for something I didn't do. I was late. I couldn't find the paper I needed to submit. "

Sighing, you placed your hand on his own "And to top it off, we had gotten into a fight. I don’t even remember what happened or who was mad at who first. But it all kinda built up and just...exploded. "

Michael nervously picked up his drink, taking a sip. He remembered what happened. He tracked blood in the house, got it all over the walls. You were quiet, but that furiously quiet that scared him.

You laughed shakily "And then to top it all off, I dropped my jelly. My absolute favorite jelly. And I just broke. "

You picked up his hand, placing a kiss on his scarred knuckles "But you came. You showed up, right when I needed you. My own guardian angel, Michael Myers. "

You laughed again, letting go of his hand. Michael grabbed your chair, ignoring your protests, pulling it closer to his own. His hand cupped your face, gently bringing his lips to yours. He peppered kisses against your lips, heart soaring at the sound of your giggles.

You broke away from his grasp "Okay, okay! Enough of the sappy shit. We should eat before dinner gets cold."

Michael picked up his spoon again, stirring the contents in the bowl. His head shot up, his hands tugging on your sleeve. You looked up, eyebrow raised "What's up? "

Michael looked you straight in the eyes, a slight smirk on his lips "That's what good pussy sounds like. "

Your eyes widen, looking down at your bowl. Looking back up at Michael, you saw his casually eating dinner "What the fuck?"

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tteokdoroki · 4 years

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DAMN IM KINDA DUMB AND SENT MY PREVIOUS ASK WRONG

okay, so

hi! i’m ana :) can i please get a fluffy love letter from bakugo? i hc that me and him (since we have similar personalities) LOVE to spend time in the kitchen, and always make wayyy to much food for us both (i imagine him cooking a delicious dinner with every spicy dish that you can imagine, and i have the table full of every pastry in existence) and basically that us being together in the kitchen and enjoying each other’s company is our bonding time and everything is super fluffy and sweet (and of course with a little bit of teasing and picking on each other because who would bakugo be if he wasn’t annoying) thankssss !! ♥️

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to my angel, ana.

today, i realised somethin’, there’s no one quite like you. so i gotta ask, darlin..do you believe in soulmates? ‘cause im started to think we’re made for one another. im starting to find out things about myself that i never knew before… like, i fucking love being domestic with you. sharing those special moments with you I’m the kitchen, cooking up our favourites while you wear my shirts… does somethin’ to me that i can’t even explain baby. i want us to be like that everyday, wanna wake up to you cookin that good old spicy shit in my clothes while i make up our favourite drinks. can see us like that three or four years down the line baby, married, cute house with that cheesy white fuckin picket fence. that’s what i want with you.

you’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever had in my life, sweeter than all those cute fuckin’ things you bake me angel. around you, i feel sane, like all my problems have gone away. except you’re my little brat, ana you tease me and i’ll tease you right back. you keep me feelin’ alive cutie and so i wanna spend the rest of my life with you angel. i guess what im trying to say, minus all the sappy bullshit, is i wanna marry you someday. i want all of you.

do you want that too baby?

love, your future fuckin husband.

katsuki.

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#bakugou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #txpsyy #[ 🍋. love letters ]#you’ve got mail 💌#[ 🫖. tteokdoroki teaparty ]

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peterbishop · 5 years

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I'd be interested in what you could do for 52 or 91??

52. “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

Jake Peralta needs a new comforter.

He also needs a new toaster and a new towel and probably a new couch, but a comforter, that’s what he needs most. Because he has a girlfriend now, someone who is smart and charming and beautiful, who likes going on dates with him and kissing him and sometimes even coming back to his apartment to completely undo him.

He can’t have her lying on his shitty comforter while he tries to put on his sexiest moves for her (that doesn’t count dancing anymore—he tried to do a Magic Mike move and it resulted him with an ice pack on his hamstring). Amy Santiago is too perfect and out of his league for him to do that. He can’t give her a reason to up and leave on him because he’s not sure if he would ever recover. And it’s irrational for him to think that—they’ve only been dating for a month, and it’s not like he’s close to saying I love you anytime soon, but a small part of him thinks this could be it. It: that forever and ever romantic kind of way, like all the Disney movies and his mom’s favorite sappy novels say.

So, he buys a pale blue comforter, because Amy looks good in blue and against blue, and he thinks he’d be okay with her never leaving his sheets.

Backtrack: he’d be more than okay with that.

“I was thinking,” she tells him on Thursday, “maybe I can stay at your place this weekend.”

“Really?” he perks up. “Like stay over Friday night and Saturday night?”

“That is the weekend,” she says flatly.

“Sounds like a sexy sleepover, Santiago,” he smiles, all teeth and charm.

She rolls her eyes, but it’s fond. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“As if I ever would,” he says like it’s a joke, but it’s bright honesty. His eyes soften, and hers do too, and he kinda really wants to kiss her right here in the bullpen. He knows the rules, specifically Amy’s rules when it comes to PDA, but curse him for having the most beautiful girlfriend in the world.

And he thinks she might want to kiss him too, how her lips bow and slightly separate. He’s starting to learn this look: the one where she wants to lean in and press her mouth to his. Sometimes, it’s chaste; her eyebrows flit up and she gives him an inquisitive smile. Other times, it’s deep and passionate and just a bit rough; she leans into him, her hands wandering all over his body like she’s trying to smother a flame, but rather she ignites it, heat and wanting in every touch.

He knows her, and she knows him: it’s perhaps the most intimate thing of all, to know and predict.

But for now, they watch each other, inspect and consider, and in the moment, it’s enough; it’s enough.

Jake vacuums his apartment. He moves his shoes and clothes off the floor, does the dishes, scrubs the countertops. He washes and rewashes the comforter, making it smell like flowers and subsequently, a bit like Amy. She always smells a touch like roses, sweet and summery, sun on her skin. Light, airy, and he wants to breathe her in.

Not in a weird way, of course. Totally not weird at all.

When Amy knocks on his door, he opens it with a smile, and she moves towards him, slanting her lips over his. It’s quick but alludes to something more, especially with the cinching of her eyebrows and curve to her mouth. She tosses her weekend bag on his chair and kicks off her shoes before falling to his couch.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much during your day off,” she says with a smirk.

He thinks back to the nonstop cleaning he’s done on this Friday. “Oh, Ames,” he croons. “Are you saying that because you’re actually the one who missed me?”

“You wish,” she says, but the way she reaches for his hand to pull him down next to her that lets him know he’s right.

They order cheap Chinese food and put on HGTV, yelling insults when the couple picks the wrong house on House Hunters and nearly dropping chow mein on Jake’s couch. His fingers skim over the revealed strip of Amy’s skin from where her shirt has hiked up, and she laughs, breathy and teary-eyed. She’s ticklish, he concludes with a grin, and suddenly his hands all over her, listening to her wheeze and giggle. “Jake,” she struggles to say, “Jake,” as he pins her into the couch, smirking dangerously.

Suddenly, her hand is on the back of his head, and she’s tugging his mouth to hers. His hands fall to her hips, forgetting anything that has to do with tickling, and thinking about how he has the girl of his dreams under him instead. It’s all so easy in a way that still surprises him. It’s never been this easy for Jake before: relationships used to be tinged with uncertainty. Here, he kisses her and he knows she’ll kiss him back just as eagerly. Her tongue sweeps over his bottom lip, and he reciprocates, awash with hunger and a feeling he’ll later realize is falling in love. How she renders him powerless every time, how he’ll never be immune to her. It’s messy and desperate, teeth clanking and lips wandering.

“Let’s go to my bedroom,” he barely gets out.

He brings her to his bedroom, hand in hand, not knowing how to be without each other’s touch. She looks at him with dark eyes and flushed cheeks, and he lowers her onto his bed. Her back meets the comforter, and for a split second, all he can do is watch: her brown hair against the pale blue fabric, her chest moving with heavy breaths, her gaze weighted and imbued with desire. For him. It’s all for him. He considers her in such a way, thinks of her as a center to his galaxy, that he forgets she must think of him in the same way.

It’s enough to make him weak in the knees, and he’s on top of her again, propped up on his forearms and straddling her hips. His lips move from her mouth to her neck to her collarbone, reveling in the warmth of her skin. At first it’s languid exploration: his tongue sweeping over the sensitive hollow of her throat, her fingers playing with the curls of his hair, their mouths finding one another once more.

Soon, it devolves into less adoration and more need and wanting; he’s pulling at her shirt, craving the plane of her stomach. He yanks off the fabric, tossing it to the side. She makes quick work of his plaid button-up, and suddenly the rest of their clothes are coming off, shucking off pants and throwing his belt and—

He jumps up at the sound of metal hitting glass. His eyes widen at the sight of a glass falling from his bedside table to his bed, orange soda cascading down his comforter.

“Fuck,” Jake grumbles.

Amy sits up, and he looks over at her, only wearing a bra and panties. He’s just in his boxers and they were so close, but now he’s ruined his new comforter and completely killed the mood.

He picks up the glass and desperately tries to mop up the puddle of orange soda with an old shirt he found caught between the bed-frame and his side table.

“I’m so sorry, Amy,” he says. “I tried to make this night perfect. I-I cleaned my apartment and picked up all my shoes and I even bought this new comforter, and now it’s ruined. Everything’s ruined.”

“Jake,” she says softly, her hand curling around his wrist. “It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not,” he replies bluntly, squeezing his eyes shut with a sigh.

“It’s just a spilled drink,” she tries.

“Please,” Jake scoffs, throat tight with adolescent insecurities. “You’ll probably want to go home now. Our weekend is a complete bust.”

“I’m not going home—“

“I just want to be a good boyfriend.” He throws the soiled shirt into the trash with a sigh.

“You are,” she says, sure and warmly. Her hands smooth over his stomach, up to his ribcage. They’re cold against his skin, but he barely notices.

“Because I know I’m messy, and sometimes it seems like I don’t care, but really, I’m trying. I swear I’m trying. I can be better—”

“Jake,” she says, “I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

God, he almost wants to cry. Cry out of being liked so deeply, so unconditionally by Amy, the person he carries a torch for like no other. “You mean that?”

“Well,” she laughs, and he frowns, “I would change your diet and make you drink more water if I could, but other than that, I think you’re pretty perfect.”

He’s so lucky. So, so lucky. He holds her face in his hands when he draws her into a kiss. She smiles against his mouth, and he can’t stop himself from beaming too. It’s the type of joy that he makes it near impossible to kiss her, his mouth stretching overly wide.

“I guess we can sleep on my couch,” he says eventually, looking at the giant orange circle on his bed.

“I’m not sleeping on that thing,” she says. His shoulders drop. Her thumb circles over the pulse of his wrist, and she smiles. “Let’s get dressed and head to Ikea. We’ll get you a new comforter.”

It’s such a domestic idea, his heart almost gives out. “Okay,” he says, dropping his head so she doesn’t see the light blush on his cheeks.

She pulls on her shirt. Her lips curl mischievously: “And maybe pick things off where we left them when we get back.”

“Oh, you’re killing me, Ames,” he says. She tries to give him a wink, but it’s awkwardly terrible, making him laugh.

He wouldn’t change a thing about her, either.

#i've never written early relationship peraltiago in my life #so uh #hope i strike the right tone for them #my writing #jake x amy #b99 #hope u like it anon! i tried!#anonymous #emma replies

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bbbrats · 5 years

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grand theft pussy

pairing: gamer!jeongguk x reader

genre: domestic au, smut, crack, comedy (its all smut i fucking lied)

warnings: dirty filthy disgusting inexcusable talk, non-penetrative sex with a Playstation controller, penetrative sex, cum play, creampie, snowballing kinda (sorry), cum eating, forced orgasms, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, spit swallowing, throat fucking (im-), cock to face slapping, slapping, cockwarming (this was filthy enough ok so nvm), SO MUCH DEGRADATION, so much bad language im sorry, grinding against jk’s rib area, filth, oh um lol btw JK has a humongous cock?, kinda ended up praising jeongguk’s cock too im so fucking SORRY, kinda wrote switch!jungkook on accident but dont worry he’s mostly dom’ing our bitchass

rating: 21+

summary: Jeongguk just wants to play his game in peace without his brat of a girlfriend fucking with him. But of course, he doesn’t get what he wants.

A/N: Please excuse this god awful mess of hormones and thirst for the one and only Jungkook. And excuse the fucking title, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

You heard Jeongguk exhale angrily through his nostrils as another online character shot him as he was changing his clothes. He started fuming, his thumb heavily tapping the X button for him to respawn and you heard him mutter the faintest insult under his breath, “Fuckin’ pussy”, and you snorted, looking away from your phone and to your side seeing the angry glare in his eyes.

“Babyyy”, you whined, trying to cheer him up, yet it only irritated him a bit more, the sweet distraction of your voice caused his Grand Theft Auto online character to be killed once again by another person. He snarled, pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek in attempts to soothe your needy hands clawing at his arm to get his attention, only to have you turning your head to lock your lips together. He huffs and looks into your eyes as he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, nipping and biting at the flesh until you’re all lightheaded and throbbing. He then pulls away, exhaling a puff of frustration and continuing to pay his attention back to the screen.

Needless to say, his ministrations caused your pussy to glisten under the lace fabric of his favorite panties, your thighs clenching together and tongue peeking out to flick at your lips.

You wanted him, and you wanted him now.

“Googiee”, your soft voice graced his ear drums as your hands traced over the firm muscles of his back, fingers grazing up and down over his black T-shirt. His mouth lifted into a entertained snarl, his voice oozing dominance as he spoke, “Baby, what’re your slutty little hands doing, hm?”, and the reply he got was nothing short of a whimper, your legs unfolding from under you to wrap around the side of his waist, knees locking together.

Sat in this awkward position, he did his best to ignore you, eyes still locked on the graphic game in front of him, that is of course until he felt the slightest movement of your hips circling on the side of his hips. You were grinding on his fucking side. His mouth watered, feeling the heat of your pretty pussy against his side had his cock stiffening in his shorts, his hands grasping the controller a bit harder at the slight hitched breaths leaving your lips while your pleasured yourself against him. Lips twitching up into a snarl, he closes the application on the game, and throws the controller down, the noise causing your eyes to snap open just as he unwraps you from around him and jumps up.

Looking up into his face, it’s written over with pure lust, his pupils blown wide and his bottom lip tucked under his teeth, gnawing on the soft and rosy flesh as he stares down at you expectantly, his eyebrow cocking as you slide off the couch and onto your knees, head bowing to acknowledge his aura dripping with dominance.

He tsk’s as his lips curve into a sinister smile, “Care to tell me why you were acting like such a slut, hm”, he growls, and your thighs tremble; you fucked up. With no response from you, he continues, “And why you were grinding that pretty little pussy against my side?”

Staring up into his eyes without a response, he exhales, his hand slapping your cheek lightly as a sign to answer him. So you do, “I-I’m sorry daddy, I just wanted your attention and the way you kissed me and I-”, he cuts you off with a hand coming to brush at the cheek he slapped, his knuckles kissing your unblemished skin with adoration as he acknowledges your pathetic attempt at apologizing without falling to pieces under his piercing gaze.

Tears well up in your eyes as he nods slowly, understanding your attention craving. In honesty, he knew with the busy schedules and long nights away that he wasn’t giving you as much pleasure as you deserved, and he felt guilty on the inside, but now wasn’t the time to get all sappy. You wanted his cock, and by god you were going to fucking get it.

“Safe word is ‘angel’, understand”, he murmurs, still brushing your cheek with his fingers, and once you nod, those once gentle fingers snake up into your scalp, snatching you up by your hair and you whimper, lips trembling in excitement as he pulls you toward the bedroom, hand tight with all your hair balled up into his fist, a sly smirk on his lips as he shoves you into the room, still standing in the doorway.

“Naked and on the sheets by the time I come back, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to spank that pretty ass tonight, so don’t make me”, he grunts, turning around and heading back the way you both came to retrieve something, and in the mean time, you’re hurriedly stripping yourself down, and right as he crosses the threshold of the bedroom door, you’re settling into the sheets on your knees.

A soft smile appears on his face at your beauty before it’s wiped away by the greedy look flooding onto his face at the exposed flesh, teeth gnawing at his bottom lip as he strides forward placing the controller between your spreading legs, and as his nose bumps yours, he holds down the R2 button and immediately it roars to life, vibrating intensely against your hooded, glistening clit, and your eyes roll, and throaty moan unleashing from your lips as your back bows and your hips raise off the mattress.

He watches with a sick smirk on his face, eyes glazed over in pure entertainment as your screams echo off the walls, an orgasm unexpectedly radiating through your heated body as he pressed down harder, and a tear leaks down your cheek before he pulls it away, sighing at how fast you came. ‘Pathetic if you thought it was over, whore’, he thought.

Grabbing your ankle, he drags you down the mattress, until your feet are touching the floor, and he tells you firmly to stand up and drop to your knees, and like a good slut, you follow.

“Baby, I’m fucking your throat tonight, so open up and put your hands behind your back”, and you look up at him through your lashes, smirking, “Sure you’re rough enough to do that, daddy”, and a angry snarl leaves his lips, his slender form bending forward to wrap a hand around your throat and squeeze until your mouth is parting, and eyes watering.

“I suggest you watch your fucking mouth, bitch, otherwise the only thing that’ll be rough will be the way I’m fucking you into the sheets. You pretend to be all dominant when you’re just a try hard sub that loves to be pushed into submission. Now shut the fuck up before I break you, petite pute”, he snarls, and your stance visibly weakens, the words sending heat straight to your pussy and fogging your mind, as you stick your tongue out and hold your mouth open, to which Jeongguk let’s a globule of spit fall into your mouth before gripping your jaw with his other hand and forcing it closed so you can swallow, “Good girl, now back on your fucking knees, mouth open. And I won’t tell you again”, and he releases your throat, allowing you to catch your breath as you drop to your knees, ignoring the pain that sparks up through your nerves.

Your eyes flick back over to Jeongguk, watching as he flicks the button of his jeans open and pushes them down to his knees, then removing his shirt and finally, releasing his cock to your eyes.

Jeongguk’s dick was something to be admired; it was perfect. Long and girthy, with just the right curve that left your pussy quivering around him whenever he banged around inside your walls. Along with a angry red tip that you could easily see precum peeking out of, and a set of hefty balls to match.

He noticed your oogling and decided it was time to give you a taste, so while he guided his cock to your open mouth, with the delicious sight of drool pooling inside, he huffs holding the heavy weight of his cock in his hand before lightly tapping at your cheek, then your chin, and finally your bottom lip, teasing the leaking head at your warmth. Being bold, you decide to flick out your wet muscle and tongue at his leaking slit, causing a whiny moan to grace your ears.

Unable to take teasing himself anymore, he shoves his cock into your mouth, pushing past your barriers and gag reflex, causing your throat to tighten and your body to stiffen as he quite literally begins to fuck your face. His chest begins heaving not even 5 minutes into the oral session, his head tilted back as his ears strain to hear the choking noises around his cock, “Swallow my cock, bitch. Eat it”, Jeongguk huffs, stuffing his cock, as he said, down your throat, “That’ll teach you to be a mouthy little whore.”, and you whine, muffled by his thick dick stretching your throat open.

Luckily for you, he relents, right before he falls apart and pulls his cock out of your mouth, or he tries to, but you hang onto his hips, sucking with determination and he cries out in surprise, “Y/n! What the fuck are you d-doing- a-ah s-stop, fuck! s-shit, baby, ugh im gonna fuckin’ c-cum”, he whines, his cock spurting thick streams of cum into your mouth, and you suckle at the tip until he’s done, holding the cum in your mouth.

His chest is heaving as he pulls you up, kissing you and you push his juices into his mouth, and he moans heavily sucking on your tongue and then pushing his cum back into your mouth, pulling away and allowing you to swallow.

“Bend over”, he grunts, fisting his cock as precum oozes from the tip some more. Obeying, you bend over the front of the bed, spreading your legs, and you thank the heavens as Jeongguk has lost his patience and instead of teasing he decides to just utterly destroy you as you feel his thick head prod at your entrance.

“I’m going to fuck the fucking shit out of you, slut”, he murmurs, hands clawing at your hips and jostling them to his desired position. A moan surpasses both of your lips as he sheaths himself inside of you, his cock nestled firmly against the cervix of your pussy, and he almost falls apart at the quivering, wet warmth around him.

Appreciative of the time he gives you to adjust, because Jeongguk is no little man, you pull your hips forward slightly before slamming back in a signal to get Jeongguk to just move. And he does, his hips pulling all the way back before slamming forward and fucking you into the sheets as he promised.

You were loud, you knew you were, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to care as Jeongguk fucked you senseless, your eyes rolling and clit brushing against the covers, you didn’t have a care in the world. You were going to cum, and soon with the way Jeongguk was moaning into your ear, “You’re so fucking gorgeous, I love this tight little pussy. God I can’t wait to spill my cum in this pussy and claim you as my bitch”, he growls, “But you already know, you’re mine. You and this perfect fucking pussy are mine”, he exclaims the final word with a harsh thrust that sends you over the edge with a yell, your voice hoarse and eyes spilling tears as Jeongguk just fucks you past your limits, another orgasm forcing itself free and just as you reach it, Jeongguk cums inside, his breath hitching as he rides out both of your highs together, cock softening inside you.

Breathing heavily, he rolls off you to the side, releasing your hips and letting you go before snorting at you, “I just wanted to play GTA, Y/n”, he pouts, and you toss a pillow at him.

Fucking mood killer.

#grand theft pussy #gtp #smut #jungkook smut #bts smut #bts #pwp #sigh #its done #here #leave me alone

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lakesandquarries · 4 years

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highlight (of my lowlife)

“I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your cooking. Stay out of my kitchen.” and “You’re lucky you’re cute…��

Also for Ouma Month - “Domestic”.

title from “lowlife” by poppy.

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“I love you from the bottom of my heart, but I don’t trust your baking. Stay out of my kitchen.”

Momota makes a shooing motion at Kokichi, but how is he supposed to stay out when Momota looks like that? He’s wearing a frilly apron (with stars on it, of course), and his hair is tied back, and there’s flour on his face, and the whole thing is so bizarrely domestic that Kokichi can’t stop staring.

He pouts at Momota, not crying yet but ready to start at any moment. “I just wanna help, Momota-chan!”

“Help my ass,” he grumbles, but he shoves an apron at Kokichi anyway. Kokichi drops the pout, tying it and beaming at Momota.

“So! What’re we making?”

“Brownies,” Momota says, turning back to the oven. “First gotta - Kokichi! ”

There’s a sharp thwap! on his hand as he reaches for the oven. The tears come easily, filling his eyes as he pulls away and cradles his hand. “Momota-chan! That was so mean of you!”

“The oven is on!” Momota says, glaring, but then he sighs and mutters, “sorry for hitting you.”

“Apology accepted. This time.”

Momota’s directions are easy enough, leaving Kokichi plenty of time to be a nuisance. Momota reads out the instructions, and Kokichi follows them on a technicality.

“C’mon,” Momota says, pinching the bridge of his nose as Kokichi measures out two cups of sugar using teaspoons.

“You touched your face! Go wash your hands again!” Kokichi says, nudging him with his hip.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” Momota grumbles, stomping over. “The next ingredient is vanilla,” he informs him from the sink, as Kokichi adds in the last teaspoon.

“It smells good,” Kokichi comments as he pours it into the teaspoon, and before Momota can stop him he dips his finger in and licks it. “ Eugh ,” he whines, sticking his tongue out. “Why are we adding this in?? It doesn’t even taste good!”

“It does when it’s cooked. It’s got like, a lot of alcohol in it.”

Well, that’s good to know. He’s never had much experience baking - not a lot of access to ovens when you’re constantly on the move. Momota’s a decent teacher. His explanations don’t always make sense, but at least he’s not condescending.

It’s surprisingly fun, baking. Not just the messing with Momota - though, of course, that part is great - but it’s pretty straightforward and it smells good and it’s nice to think about having brownies later. Kokichi’s got a bad sweet tooth, and while Momota manages to hide it, he’s not much better than Kokichi.

Momota shows him how to prepare the baking tray, how to get the batter to spread out evenly, and they split the job of cleaning (licking) the bowl and utensils. Momota wipes down the counters, cleaning the last of the flour off, and then all that’s left is to wait.

Might as well make things more fun.

“So,” Kokichi says, hopping up to sit on the counter Momota just cleaned. “You said something very interesting when I first came in!”

“Did I?” Momota slips off his ridiculous apron and puts it away into the closet. Kokichi makes a mental note of its location before returning to the matter at hand.

“You said, and I quote, I love you from the bottom of my heart. ” He grins at Momota to cover up the fuzzy feeling in his chest. He refuses to call it butterflies - he’s not that much of a loser. He’s Ouma Kokichi, after all, and he’s above things like love and caring.

“Is there a problem with me saying that?” Momota asks, glancing at him from the closet.

“Well, that depends on if it’s true.” He twirls a strand of hair around his finger, and when he looks over Momota is frowning.

“Kokichi, we’re dating ,” he says, furrowing his eyebrows. He moves closer, leaning against the kitchen island across from Kokichi and placing a hand on the countertop. “We live together .”

“Yeah, and? I remember you hating me a lot when we first lived together!”

Momota’s face scrunches up as he tries to use his tiny brain to figure out what Kokichi’s saying, but finally he responds, “Are you talking about the killing game ? Seriously?”

“I’m not wrong,” he says, swinging his legs to kick against the drawers. “You were pretty mean to me back then!”

“Yeah, well, back then you kinda deserved it,” Momota says. He’s not looking at Kokichi as he says it; his gaze is firmly planted on the ground. Interesting.

Kokichi taps his finger to his chin. “So, you stand by punching me in the face back then, but now you love me?”

“You don’t have to say it like that.”

Kokichi beams at him. Momota sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“You were an asshole during the game,” he says. “But hitting you also wasn’t great. So. Sorry about that.”

Kokichi rolls his eyes. “You’ve apologized before.”

“Yeah, well, you’re the one who keeps bringing it up. And anyway, that’s not the point!”

“Then what is the point?”

Momota leans forward, stepping away from the kitchen island and towards Kokichi. He has to look up to meet Kokichi’s eyes.

“I love you,” Momota says, reaching forward to cup Kokichi’s face.

That stupid fluttery feeling in his chest has only gotten stronger, and he can feel his face heat up. He feels ridiculous like this, letting Momota have any influence over him and yet -

And yet -

Momota’s face is so kind, so earnest, and his hands are soft and warm and maybe this is the safest Kokichi has felt in a long time. Maybe he is getting the stupid butterflies in his stomach.

“I hate you,” Kokichi says, and Momota lets out a huff of laughter.

“Is it just me, or have you gotten worse at lying?”

He leans forward, letting his head rest in Momota’s hands, trusting that he’ll support him. Reaching up, he places his hand over Momota’s, tilting his head to the side to kiss it - and, then, to lick it.

“Kokichi,” Momota whines, trying to pull his hand away, but Kokichi keeps it gripped tight.

“You taste like sugar,” he says, a wry grin stretching across his face. “I wonder…?”

Momota rolls his eyes, but he leans forward anyway. His lips taste like chocolate, and Kokichi savors it, waiting until the last possible moment to pull back. Momota has this unbearable look on his face, all heart-eyed and soft, a sappy smile spreading across his face. Kokichi kisses him again.

They’re still kissing when the oven beeps, alerting them that the brownies are done, and Kokichi shoves Momota away eagerly, jumping down from the countertop. Momota catches his wrists, pulling him away from the oven.

“Kokichi! We’ve been over this already, c’mon!”

Kokichi pouts, but doesn’t bother struggling. “Momota-chan! You’re bullying me again.”

“You’re gonna burn your hands off someday,” he mutters, releasing Kokichi’s hands and shoving a pair of oven mitts at him.

Kokichi ends up watching as Momota pulls the tray out of the oven, placing it on top to cool. His oven mitts are, of course, space themed.

“Kokichi. Do not touch,” Momota warns.

He watches as Momota cuts up the brownies, lungeing when he’s done only to be smacked away again. “Still too hot,” Momota tells him.

“Keep me entertained while we wait,” Kokichi says, tugging on his arm.

“You know you can just ask for affection like a normal person, right?”

“Ugh. Absolutely not.”

“Well, you’re gonna have to learn,” Momota says, poking a brownie. “Hm. Should be good.” He picks it up, offering it to Kokichi, who does not take it from him but instead eats it directly from Momota’s hand, like a feral horse.

“What the fuck are you doing,” Momota asks flatly.

“Entertaining myself!”

Momota rolls his eyes. “I’ve got a better idea,” he says, leaning down to place another sugary kiss on Kokichi’s lips. It’s much shorter than the others, as Kokichi quickly pulls away so he can grab another brownie.

“You’re ridiculous,” Momota says as Kokichi shoves an entire brownie into his mouth.

“You love me,” Kokichi says.

“Yeah,” Momota says, a fond smile on his face. “Yeah. I do.”

#oumamonth2020 #kokichi ouma #kaito momota #oumota #ouma kokichi #momota kaito #cora writes #another fic!!! hope y'all enjoy #this one is soft

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jadekitty777 · 5 years

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Across the Distance

Unofficial Taiqrowweek: Day 7 Bonus entry!

As promised, today is a double hitter. I wasn’t sure how to end this barrage of Taiqrow goodness - but some of my most well-liked stories tend to be my domestic fluff stories... so, you better believe we got some of that in here.

Rating: K

Word Count: 2,400

Ao3 Link: Across the Distance

Summary: Upon entering Atlas, Qrow immediately jumps on the chance to use all the kingdom’s fancy technology by to call Taiyang. After all, there was something really important he needed to tell him.

Qrow stuffed his hands in his pockets, following James down the hallway, eyeing yet another troop of heavily armed soldiers as they walked by. Atlas really was on high alert these days. He looked towards the general, seeing how tense he seemed to be as he walked tall among his subordinates. Normally, he’d poke fun at him about it; irritating Jimmy was one of his favorite past times after all.

But it was an important day and he didn’t want to risk souring the other’s generosity just because he felt a little out of place.

“Here it is.” James announced, punching in the access code into the keypad. There was a ding and the door slid open.

As they stepped inside, Qrow peered around the room. The space was small and square, with desks pushed against the walls that were laden with ancient looking computer equipment. There were also several rectangular boxes with blinking lights that he couldn’t even begin to guess at their function. “And you sure this’ll work?”

“I’ve been using it myself to keep in contact. As long as he’s there, you’ll get through.” He looked at him, frowning sternly, “But I can only afford you a few minutes. And you can’t-”

He placed a hand on the general’s shoulder before he could prattle on about all his ‘stipulations’ again. Most of it went over his head anyways, especially the stuff on how improper decoding made for easier line tapping. All he really got was this was a risk and whatever he said had to be brief and non-incriminating. “I got it Jimmy. I promise I’ll play by your rules – just this once.” He grinned cheekily.

He studied him skeptically, finally sighing. “Alright.”

Qrow watched as James took a seat at the console, turning on the box-shaped monitor. The machine started to whir as it booted up, the screen turning from black to a deep blue. He pulled up a program on it that started running rapid lines of text. A few switches were flipped on another device next to it and he adjusted a little stand microphone, buzzing soon being heard. A few more keystrokes and a dialing started to emit from the speakers.

He lent against the desk beside the other, rather impressed. It really was ringing!

A click and then a voice spoke through: “General?”

“Hello Iseria. I apologize for calling so suddenly. I didn’t interrupt anything did I?”

“Not at all! Is something wrong?” Though it’d been years, Qrow could still detect that singsong quality in his old boss’ voice. It was the only hint the world had to know the headmaster of Signal was actually a canary Faunus.

“Everything’s as fine as they can be. Actually, this is more of a,” James glanced towards him, “Social call.”

Taking that as his cue, Qrow cut in, “Hey Izzy!”

There was a long pause, then Iseria shrilled, “Qrow?! Is that you?”

“The one and only.” He took the seat as James vacated it, nodding in understanding when the other tapped at his wrist as if a watch were there counting down the minutes. “And as much as I would like to catch up, I don’t have a lot of time. I was, uh, hoping you could get Tai?”

“Oh.” She said, all too knowingly, “It’s that kind of social call.”

He flushed a bit. “No! I mean, sort of but – I just, wanted to check up on him and-”

Iseria’s laughter interrupted him. “Yes, I’ll call him in.”

There was a bit of rattling and some feedback from the intercom system, the headmaster’s voice echoing across campus. He’d timed it to make sure it was lunch time, so Tai didn’t have to worry about leaving his class. He only had to hope he hadn’t left school grounds for some reason. As they waited, Qrow chatted it up with his former employer, simple things like how classes were going or if there were any promising students this year. But, he wasn’t really paying all that much attention to what was being said, just let her drone on while he tapped his foot along the floor.

“So, we started to tell the students that they couldn’t – oh! Tai, there you are.”

He sat up attentively, a smile spreading the moment he heard Tai speak. “Oh uh, sorry. Should I-?”

“No, no! Come in. The call’s for you.” Iseria insisted, her voice growing faint and he could only guess she had stood up.

“Oh um, okay?” He sounded so confused, he had to wonder what the set up on their side looked like. There was a bit of shuffling as they traded spots, and then Tai’s voice was coming through crystal clear, “Hello?”

Qrow could have melted. “Hey sunshine.”

Tai sucked in a sharp breath. “Qrow?! How in the world-? Wait, are you in Atlas?”

“Yeah. I managed to get that stick out of Jimmy’s ass long enough that he actually considered doing me a favor.” He grinned when that one actually earned him a chuckle.

From the other side of the room, James grunted, looking mildly insulted. “Five minutes Qrow.”

“Got it.” He replied, shifting the chair a little closer to the desk.

“Only five, huh?” Tai echoed softly.

“Yeah, guess this thing uses up a lot of power. And,” He hesitantly added, “I probably won’t be able to call again.”

There was a resigned sigh. He could almost picture Tai’s sad smile. “Well then. We’d better not waste it. How are you doing? How are the girls doing?”

“Just fine.” He said, though it felt like a bit of a lie. There was so much he needed to tell him… but not here. Not like this. “Met up with the pipsqueak and her ragtag friends halfway through Mistral. You shoulda seen her. She’s really getting good maneuvering with her semblance now. And when she’s leading her team, she’s-” He trailed off, folding his hands over the desk, idly fiddling with one of his rings.

“Like a carbon copy of Summer?” Tai filled in. “Yeah. I saw that too, especially during the tournament.”

“It kinda freaks me out.” Qrow admitted.

He chuckled. “And Yang?”

“Found us after we got to Mistral. Actually, the ice princess and faunus gal did too. Oh!” He lent forward, smirking, “You were totally right about cat girl by the way. Yang’s so into her.”

Now Tai was full on laughing. “I told you! Dad’s intuition. They getting along well?”

“Yes, professor. They’re playing nice.” Qrow teased, before tacking on more seriously, “They got some issues still, but they’ll work it out.”

“Good. And… What about Raven? Did Yang find her too?”

He sighed. He was waiting for that one. “Ooooh yeah.”

“Didn’t go well?”

“Not even a little bit.”

Tai huffed, unable to hide his slight irritation. “How she holding up?”

“Eh, honestly? Better than expected.” In fact, had she not literally walked out of one of her portals, he may not have guessed Yang had ever even had a run in with his sister at all. “She’s got your strength, that’s for sure.”

“Mmm, I think she’s got something stronger than that.” He argued fondly. “And, you? You handling that okay?”

If he had more time, he may have tried to find a way out of answering that. He could still remember that evening, just a few days after Beacon’s fall when he admitted to Tai what he’d told Yang shortly after her disqualification – about where she could go looking if she really wanted to find Raven. The fight that resulted because Tai knew why he’d really done it. His partner had been so furious, he stopped talking to him for the next two days entirely – had Ruby not awakened when she had, who knew how long he could have kept it up.

“I just, I thought she’d… I dunno.” Qrow struggled, unsure how to put his feelings into words. All this time he’d tried to solve Raven like a lock that was missing the right key – if it wasn’t him, or Tai, or Summer then surely Yang had to be it. To find out it wasn’t was more a blow than he cared to admit. “I just wanted her to come back.”

“I know you did. And I’m sorry she didn’t.”

He knew Tai well enough to recognize when he was being completely sincere. His eyes flickered towards the blue screen, wishing he could see his face. He could really use one of his softhearted little smiles right about now. “You forgiving me that easy?”

“Oh no, I still want to kick your head in.” He said, chipper as ever. “But, I get it too. She was practically all you had for years; that’s not a bond easy to forget. I’m sorry if my anger made you feel like I was insulting that.”

Warmth beat in his breast. How did Tai always do that? Sometimes he wondered if he pre-wrote all the sappy lines he would say, because he always seemed to know just what he needed to hear at any given moment. Conversely, Qrow was never quite as eloquent in return – if he could find the words at all.

“H-Hey, shouldn’t I be the one apologizing here?” Qrow chortled nervously. “Which I am. Sorry. For – I’m just sorry, okay?”

“Okay.” He repeated, mostly amused at his awful attempt.

He cleared his throat, glancing towards James. The man rose two fingers. He nodded, exhaling slowly, “Hey, Tai? I’ve only got a bit left here so… there’s something I really need to tell you.”

“Uh-oh, that sounds ominous.”

“Hey now! It’s not bad!”

Tai hummed doubtfully. “I dunno, usually when you start off like that, it’s to tell me you broke something.”

“Well-!” Damn, he was right. “It’s not like that this time.”

“Alright then, what is it?”

He took another deep breath, smiled at the screen, and said, “Happy birthday.”

In his surprise, Tai stumbled over his words, “You-You remembered?”

“Of course.” Qrow reassured, “How could I ever forget about you?”

Even with his bandit days far behind him, he was still pretty awful at remembering precise calendar dates. So, for what it was worth, Tai didn’t immediately list off every example of him doing exactly that.

What he said instead was worlds better:

“I love you.”

The same feeling seemed to fill every inch of him until it was spilling off his lips, “I love you too. And I miss you like crazy.” That was when he realized he’d gotten so caught up, he hadn’t even asked how Tai was doing. “Are you holding up well?”

“It’s… really lonely without you guys at home. And since I can’t call and check in, I’m just worrying all the time.” He admitted, unable to keep the melancholy from his tone. “But, I can’t tell you how much this call helps. Just hearing your voice and knowing you and the girls are safe… heh, it’s the perfect birthday gift.”

Qrow placed his chin in his hand, unable to stop smiling. “Oh, it’s that easy? Then next August, I’ll plan a month-long trip to Vacuo with the girls’. We’ll send you postcards.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He laughed at the way the other hissed that; sometimes he could really sound like the little dragon he was named for. His gaze flicked up as James walked over. Five minutes had never seemed so short. “Looks like my time’s up. We’ll be home soon. I’m not too sure exactly when right now, but – soon.”

“I’ll be waiting.” He could hear the mirror of Tai’s own smile in his voice. “Be safe and watch after our girls.”

“Always do.” Qrow promised, leaning back. “See you; love you.”

“Love you too; and thank you, for everything.”

“Yeah. Bye Tai.” It felt like the hardest thing he’d ever had to do, giving Jimmy the nod to disconnect them.

“Bye.” Was the last thing he heard before the speakers were nothing but static. He stomped down on the loneliness that immediately crept into his heart, knowing it had to be ten times worse for his partner.

“I’m sorry it couldn’t be longer.” It was odd, hearing the normally stoic and firm general be so gentle.

Qrow shook his head, getting up from the chair. “Nah, you did plenty. I really appreciate it.”

He waited for James to shut down his equipment before following him out the door and back out of the high security facility. They mostly walked in silence, leaving himself with thoughts that swarmed him with all the things still left unsaid. All the troubles weighing him down and all the unearthed lies that had shaken his trust. He wished he could just go back to that room and be on that call the rest of forever, where it felt like those problems could be left behind.

And it was in that thought that he realized something in himself he’d never really perceived before: How he’d been on a path of self-redemption for so long, he had missed something important along the way.

It was hard to deny how good it felt to be a huntsman; to go out into the world and earn the praise of those he saved. To obtain that elite status he’d worked so hard for that made him both revered and feared. To be apart of something he once thought so large and important that even if he died doing his mission, he was paving a way for a better future.

Those things, those feelings, they were so large that they quickly overshadowed the simpler life with Tai he rarely slowed down long enough to enjoy. Waking up to the smell of coffee in the morning and eating toast with jam spread into sappy heart patterns. Picnics in the park or walks through the forest under a warm afternoon sun. An evening of late-night programs and movie marathons. Nights spent wrapped up in one another.

The more he debated it over in his head, the more he moved towards a conclusion that he’d never once considered in his entire life, never thought he ever could consider. But yet here he was, not only considering it, but determined to make it a reality.

After all, his own birthday was coming up soon too - and there was only one gift he could think of that he wanted. Now, he just needed to figure out how to tell Tai. Maybe the girls would have some ideas.

After all, retiring at forty-three was certainly something to celebrate.

A/N: Prompt used was 66: “How could I ever forget about you?”

#qrow branwen #taiyang xiao long #Taiqrow #rwby #fanfiction #100 Days of Taiqrow #Chase Firekitten's Tale

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teruthecreator · 5 years

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macknerva time.... ill be back with some ship asks but feel free to use this as a place to put some random headcanons about the girls....

every day, every Ding Dang Day, cro walks into my house and proudly proclaims: Macknerva Rights! and for that, we (and by “we”, i mean the Committee Of People Who Still Own Griffin Mcelroy’s Rights, which you are on but ignore that) offer you this award, for being The Only Motherfucker Who Can Handle Me

their honeymoon phase lasts D U M M Y long (in fact, one would say it probably never ended, even when they eventually do get engaged). these two are just so damn excited about their relationship, they just want the whole world to know! they both always find reasons to bring the other up in conversation, just so they can gush about how in love they are. and if they’re in the same room? Game Over, Dude. it is PDA-Central, babey!! so much handholding and nuzzling noses into cheeks and little kisses dotted all over the others faces. mack tries to keep it professional at work, but some days she just can’t help getting Soft On Main.

don’t get me wrong, the two aren’t dependent on each other. it’s not one of Those Things. they’re just really happy to be together! and honestly if their friends were that bothered by it they’d stop, but no one can openly admit to how much of a relief it is to have mack and minerva in a relationship than to deal w them Pining forever. kirby repeatedly reminds himself, “just think of the pining, just think of the pining” when mack stops what she’s doing to coo at her girlfriend from across the theatre for the fiftieth time. he’s Very Tired.

mack has never been in a serious relationship before, and minerva’s an alien from another planet, so traditional dating rules and milestones are pretty immediately thrown out the window. the only reason mack hasn’t caved and asked minerva to move in w her is bc she knows how much minerva enjoys being surrounded by friends, and her house is kinda far. she has thought abt it before, and the domestic images that have come to mind left her red in the face and sappy for a whole four hours.

speaking of the two’s lack of dating knowledge, they both pretty equally are at a loss as to what’s considered a “date”. like, sure, mack’s been on a couple Tinder dates before, but those were never date-dates. and they never ended well, either, so mack doesn’t typically think of dinner when dates come to mind. a lot of the beginning of their relationship was hanging out and then one of them being like, “is this a date?” and the other not having anything to prove it isn’t one. after a while of dating, though, the figure out what they like and their go-to date activities are as follows: dinner at mack’s (w the Chosen Squad and their so’s, sometimes the rest of the Pine Guard trio will come w their so’s as well), nights on the roof stargazing, movie nights cuddled up on the couch, hiking trail (minerva’s gotta get her Runs in, and mack is just happy to watch her hot girlfriend sprint through the woods w her), or just driving around the neighboring cities to dick around (mack has recently gotten minerva into Knick-Knack Collecting so rip to duck’s already cluttered apartment).

i’ve mentioned this before, but it takes mack A While before she learns about Sylvain/monsters/Minerva being an alien. like, they are several months into dating before mack realizes something’s up. it is the dumbest fucking thing and everyone is so baffled as to how mack couldn’t tell right off the bat that something was up w minerva.

ned: she has glowing tattoos.

mack: i thought it was a trick of the light!

aubrey: okay, but, she has glowing eyes too, mack.

mack: i assumed that was just my gay poetic brain turning my imagery to life!!!

duck: aight, but she talks like she’s one’a those stereotypical aliens tryin’ to blend into human society.

mack: i wasn’t about to look the Hot Gift Horse in its Fucking Mouth, duck newton.

i’ve been thinking abt this idea all day so lemme just talk abt it rn: the first time mack has to leave on business, minerva is distraught. like, mack finally has enough leverage as a theatre owner/proprietor that she goes to New York to talk shop w a couple off-Broadway theatres (that she happens to still be connected to bc of her past endeavors), so she leaves for a week or two to just...figure shit out. she probably takes kirby (which makes minerva pout bc why does he get to go and not i, my love?) just to have someone there, but she leaves minerva moping on her couch as she hops into her truck w kirby already in the passenger seat.

“i’ll be back before you know it!” mack calls out to minerva before shutting the door. minerva is Very Aware of her absence.

she’s not mopey, per se, bc she has plenty of friends to keep her company. but there are nights where all she wants to do is cuddle up to her girlfriend, and then she remembers halfway to mack’s house that she’s not there. mack gets A Lot of voicemails begging her to come home soon. she can’t check her phone during the day bc she’s so busy (and also Kirby’s There), but when she’s nestled in her hotel bed late at night she’ll open all of minerva’s little texts and voicemails and just melts into a puddle right on the spot.

mack would probably never admit it, but Kepler has become so much of a home to her that the “home” she once considered to be the line of theatres she once frequented as an adolescent/young adult have grown cold and way too crowded. she misses her little nook of a theatre, where friends are bountiful and so is affection from one Particularly Lovey Set Builder/Girlfriend.

vice versa, minerva has to leave kepler for a few days without mack (her and the Chosen Squad leave on an epic quest to Finally Get Sarah A Fucking Sword). mack is not as openly despondent as her girlfriend, but she spends as many nights working in the theatre as she possibly can (bc going back to her bed alone, despite the fact that minerva only sleeps over a couple times a week, is too sad of a thought for mack) until kirby shoves a pillow in her face and loudly proclaims, “Sleep, Bitch”. she’ll send minerva her good morning/good night texts like she usually does, but sprinkled between those are little updates on her day/funny memes she thinks minnie might like/things that remind mack of her. minerva positively delights in these messages, and announces their contents to the squad w glee (unless they are for Minerva’s Eyes Only, in which she just smiles goofily at her phone for a solid twenty minutes).

when minerva finally gets back, mack silently just walks over and jumps into her embrace, refusing to let go until minerva took them to the nearest soft surface so they could cuddle.

this is all my Sleepy Binch brain has for rn in terms of random hcs, but feel free to send in whatever macknerva thots tickle your fancy, folks!!

#ignorance cloud on #mack attack tag #fellow keplerians #macknerva #thank u cro As Always for enabling me!#u a tru friend ily

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thisgirlhastales · 6 years

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after that last anon you answered, i'm now curious about how you pace your stories! i'm usually a little too excited for all the things i want to happen, so i do a lot of skipping ahead and getting to the meat for a fast-paced story. but!! your space cowboy stories are SO GOOD and i know they wouldn't be the same with my kind of pacing, so yeah. i'm curious ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Hi there, honey! :D *hugs*

Okay, this was another question I had to think about for a long time … I often conflate pacing and overall story structure, so fair warning, that is probably gonna happen here.

I’m going to start off with a fairly obvious fact, which is that different stories require different pacing, and that the rules in fanfiction, I find, are a little looser.

This is because we rarely need much exposition in fanfiction, since we’re assuming our readers already know these characters and these settings, so we don’t have to worry too much about explanations or descriptions. That being said, there is always some world-building (particularly in AUs), and that can be pretty challenging to insert without disrupting the … narrative flow, I guess?

There’s a sort of … ebb and flow, overall, to a story. There are quiet times and loud times. There’s talking and then there’s action. Now, the other reason why I say fanfiction is different is because I am perfectly happy reading a story that is literally just characters being domestic, or having emotional conversations (communication, I love it so much) or … every other fun trope in fandom.

I think the way I’ve always approached pacing is to fret about it in the planning stage. Once I start writing, I’m very character-focused, so my main concern is keeping everybody as in-character and “realistic” as possible, since I usually already have an outline with all the plot/emotional beats in place (written or up in my head). But pacing does come up at times even when I have most of the story planned, and I think the biggest indicator of a pacing issue is when you get stuck while writing.

Getting stuck isn’t always about that narrative flow — there are hundreds of reasons why I get writer’s block — but I have found that sometimes it’s because I’m writing something that’s disrupting the flow. Sometimes it’s a dialogue scene that runs too long, and characters are saying/explaining things that I could just show or summarize in a descriptive paragraph. Sometimes it’s a scene that’s totally redundant, period, and I scrap it entirely.

In other words, skipping ahead and getting to the meat is totally valid on occasion ;D

As for the space cowboys … *throws hands in the air* … Here’s a look as to how that mess got organized into a semi-coherent flow of words — massive, likely incoherent ramble under the cut!

First off: a one-story example — The Six-Gun Sound.

That story has the most basic pacing ever. Action scene at the start, exposition/dialogue scene right after that sets up the main plot/motive for the characters, followed by a steady build that goes right into that heist. The heist then slowly builds until BAM. Everything goes wrong, there are literal explosions, and then a climax of both the main plot-line and the emotional plot-line. (There is pacing set for both of those when I plan, usually. The plot informs the emotional beats and vice versa, depending on which is more important at any given time.)

In shorter words: action, calm, build-up to more action, big action, calm, and then the resolution. That kind of “ebb and flow” is basically how most stories work, I believe. If you have that going on in your tales, then I think you’re golden :D

I totally break those rules in many of my other tales, but, yeah. There it is ;)

Now, secondly: the entire Trouble’s Making Everything All Right series.

That is just … well, a giant mess, but it’s one that I find works for me? I might be confusing pacing with other parts of narrative structure, but overall, there’s a certain ebb and flow that leads to the first huge climax (which I believe is Short Change Heroes). Um, I’m going to try and explain and hope that it helps you?

Trouble Coming is essentially my expositional story (though I initially had no idea how long this series would go). If, for example, in your own writing you feel like “skipping” all that establishing information, well, I’m gonna be horrible and give you that old cliché — show and don’t tell (much).

I still had to explain some stuff in that story, but having no Team Voltron, having Lance and Keith sitting around that poker table, cheating at cards (Keith), and flirting as a distraction (Lance), while being tough as nails, pretty much establishes that something not good has happened. Especially as Keith worries about making ends meet.

Following that, the attack afterwards, which they treat as business as usual, barely blinking at the deaths they cause … Again, I don’t think I needed to tell you guys that they had been through some bad stuff. And they were continuing to go through some bad stuff. I don’t actually explain much until more than halfway through the story, when they’re back at the inn and there’s a moment of calm. (Again, I’m not great at pacing, but I tried to put a bit of ebb and flow in this series as a whole.) (Action at the beginning, sort of, and then calm.)

Six Gun Sound is pretty much all action, and it retroactively explains partially how Lance and Keith came to be the way they are (and how they got together ;D), and since you’ve already seen how jaded and broken they are in Trouble Coming, I like to think it makes for a sharper, harsher contrast to see them more … good just as they cross that line into becoming The Two McClains. (Lots of action/emotional conflict.)

Following that action-filled, emotional story, we’ve got Broken Bone World, which jumps forward to the more jaded Lance and Keith, but this time, we get to see them relax and perfectly in love with each other — and generally more settled in their new mercenary existence. (More calm.)

And then, Shuffling Madness, back in the past, is lots of action, lots of suffering — I hoped that seeing them as Paladins after three stories as space cowboys would be quite impactful in hindsight? Basically, seeing them being so optimistic about their chances makes you wince on their behalf because you, as the reader, already know how they end up. (Plenty of action/emotional turmoil.)

This is the point where the series is actually building towards the main climax. I had hinted at Keegin Dras going all the way back to the first story. But Paradise City is where the tension, um, kicks up, I guess (some of y’all may remember that cliffhanger? Er, sorry?) (Build-up to lots of action with a sudden stop and cliffhanger.)

I really like contrast, so this is my own personal opinion/writing style, but, um, yeah, there you go.

Edit: Damn, I totally forgot to mention Heaven Above You, which was probably one of my favourites to write — it prolongs the tension between Paradise City and Short Change Heroes, but also, while it isn’t too heavy on the action, I think of it is as still tension building because it shows that defining moment when Lance chose to take a life that wasn’t a direct threat to him. It’s an almost purely expositional story, but it sets up the emotional conflict of Short Change Heroes, while Paradise City sets up the main plot conflict?(Bit of action, mostly calm, but lots of emotional turmoil.)

Short Change Heroes is a damn disaster, but it’s a disaster I kinda really loved writing. There are just so many conversations. It really shouldn’t have had that many dialogue scenes. Holy crap, that war council is a story in and of itself, and I am definitely not Tolkien, holy crap, no.

But, um, here’s where I contradict myself and say — I didn’t care about pacing, I just wanted to get these people (Team Voltron + The Two McClains) actually talking because communication rocks, and they absolutely would’ve wanted to talk a ton after a year apart.

I did try and chop up some of the dialogue/exposition with a few action-type scenes (the interrogation scene, then that gang ambush, and that brief attack during the war council), but those scenes were also key to the plot-line and the emotional stuff. I was focused on pacing when I chose where to place those scenes, so that things would feel balanced and move forward smoothly.

So, if in your own writing, you feel like you want to skip ahead, but you also feel like whatever information you need to impart (or interaction these characters need to have) is important to the plot/pacing (e.g. you need a quiet moment before battle or you need to show off an action scene before you can get to that juicy emotional resolution), find a way to make it fun for you to tell! I am a sucker for gritty honesty or sappy confessions or no-holds-barred arguing, so that’s how I handle some exposition. I love creating angsty situations instead of just explaining that someone’s had a bad time.

Basically, in summation: I try to keep action and moments of stillness somewhat balanced.

— A huge burst of action demands a longer moment of quiet/reflection, or a longer emotional conversation and/or resolution afterwards.

— A massive emotional fight/discussion demands that the characters either have time apart or some kind of quiet/temporary peace after (even if the fight isn’t resolved right away or the discussion hasn’t unloaded everything in their heads).

This is my preferred rhythm to story-telling, both on small (one story) or large (series) scales. This way a story doesn’t feel too stilted, or overly long (too many quiet moments?), or like it isn’t letting up/allowing the reader to settle (too many action moments?) — an even rhythm/flow carries the reader along easily (hopefully).

I break these rules of mine often, but this is a general rant ;D

I really, really hope this has helped you, that this hasn’t bored you to death, and that I haven’t been totally nonsensical. I am honestly not even sure I answered this question at this point — it kinda just turned into a freakishly long ramble. *sweats* Sorry!

You are very kind to ask, and I am so grateful to you! Best of luck with the writing, dear! *all the hugs*

#voltron #the two mcclains #space cowboys #on writing #rants and ramblings #answering the kind folks who ask stuff :)#jilliancares

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i-know-you-can · 7 years

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Domesticity - Chapter 6 - A bad day

Summary: A series of overly sappy and fluffy domestic one shots set a couple of years after season 1. Canon compliant until the end of season 1, if the alternative ending with Jughead moving in with the Coopers actually happened.

AKA Betty and Jughead stood the test of time and now they’re starting a new chapter of their life

Rated: T

Chapters: 6/?

A/N: Did anyone miss this story? I know it was supposed to be a side project but it kinda became my main project so I feel bad for sitting on this chapter for a while. But you know how it is when things get busy. I hope you enjoy :)

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“Hey, Betts, how was your…” Jughead greets Betty from the couch when he hears the front door opening, but the original question gets stuck in his throat the moment he sees her. “What's wrong?” Jughead asks in alarm when he sees the tears staining his wife's face as she enters the apartment. He's by her side in an instant, his eyes searching hers with concern, horror scenarios entering his mind. “What happened?” He runs his gaze over her multiple times and breathes a sigh of relief once he’s sure she’s not physically hurt.

“It's nothing. It's stupid.” She tries to brush it off. She had been fighting tears successfully for hours, but the moment she got into the elevator up to their apartment she could no longer hold them in. Betty spent several minutes trying to compose herself before coming inside, not wanting to worry Jughead, but despite her attempt he sees right through her and she breaks down in sobs as he pulls her into a hug.

“It's not stupid if it made you cry,” he whispers into her hair and guides her towards the sofa, pulling her down with him and tucking her into his side, his arms firmly wrapped around her thin frame. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I just... had a terrible day. At work.” She sobs into Jughead's shirt, feeling stupid for overreacting to something that most people probably deal with daily. But Betty Cooper has always been too hard on herself. And even though she's Betty Jones now, that hasn't changed. “The editor in chief told me I need to scrape the whole article I’ve been working on for a week, because it doesn't fit the theme.” She puts air quotes around the last three words, trying to dry the tears off her face with the back of her hand, but they keep falling down quicker than she manages to wipe them off. “And then when I tried to pitch some of my ideas to her, she said I might be in over my head and should leave that to more experienced editors.” Her voice wavers and she breaks out into another wave of sobs. She spent the whole day fighting tears, not wanting to give her boss another reason to criticize her, but now in Jughead’s arms she’s unable to stop.

Jughead listens to his wife intently as he rubs circles on her back, willing her to calm down. It breaks his heart to see her cry, especially when he can't fix whatever is bothering her. “Betty, baby,” he says, gently stroking her face, making her look up. “You're so smart and wonderful and passionate about your job. Don't let them bring you down because they're not willing to see it.”

“I don't even know what I'm doing wrong.” She hiccups. “It's like nothing I write or come up with is good enough for them. They keep treating me like a child. Like I don't know anything. And I'm not allowed to do anything. Not allowed to learn.” Betty's breathing getting shallow, her heart beating faster than it should and she's sure she's diving head first into a panic attack. She hasn't had one in months and an optimistic part of her hoped that being done with full time education would only make them less frequent. Little did she know that starting her first proper job would pull her right back into feeling stressed, worthless and like she doesn’t belong there and has no control over any of it. The very things that have always been causing her anxiety.

Jughead feels Betty stiffen in his arms, the sound of her quiet sobs replaced by shallow breaths and he knows what's going on well before he sees the panicked look in her eyes. “Betts,” he says gently, taking her hands into his and pressing them against his chest. “Follow my breathing. Slowly in an out, okay?” Betty nods, trying to follow the rising and falling of his chest, imitating the action herself. She can hear Jughead talking to her in a calm steady voice but she doesn’t register any of it as the world around her becomes a blur, the tears running down freely as she desperately tries to breathe. She's not sure how much time has passed, could've been seconds or hours, but eventually she feels the panic subside, the uncontrollable energy inside her body suddenly replaced by exhaustion.

“Do you need me to do anything?” Jughead asks quietly once he feels her body relax a little. All he wants to do is hug her and shield her from the whole world, making sure nothing ever hurts her again. But he has seen this happen enough times to know it's better to ask and not assume Betty's needs.

“Can you just... hold me?” she whispers and Jughead pulls her closer again, letting her head rest on his chest.

“Always.” He smiles as he presses a soft kiss to her hair and she wraps her arms around his torso, snuggling as close to him as possible and falling asleep within seconds.

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“Oh, honey, I'm flattered but you didn't have to,” Jughead says with a grin as he points to the bouquet of flowers in Betty's hands, glad to see that today there are no tears staining her cheeks.

“Then it's good I didn't.” She smirks, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before pulling out a vase, filling it with water and putting the flowers in, wondering what would be the best place for them. “I saw these on the way home and thought I could treat myself to something pretty.”

“Is this a subtle way of telling me I should buy you flowers more often?” Jughead cocks his eyebrows in question and Betty giggles.

“No. But feel free to do that any time. It certainly won't make me mad.” She eventually decides to set the vase on the coffee table before she walks back to the kitchen area and wraps her arms around Jughead's waist, peaking over his shoulder as he stirs something on the stove. “What are you making? It smells amazing.”

“Spanish style chicken with tomato sauce,” he answers simply, pouring some spices into the pot before resuming to stirring it vigorously.

“Ah, the only meal my mom refused to teach me.” Betty laughs and hauls herself on top of the kitchen counter next to Jughead, watching him intently. There is something about men in aprons that makes her hot and tingly. Or perhaps it's just Jughead.

“She said there should be something only I can cook in our household, so I can feel needed or something.” He shrugs, not quite sure what Alice's intention was, but he appreciates she imposed some of her cooking knowledge on him. While living with his parents, they often had to resort to frozen ready-to-cook meals or TV dinners. After moving in with the Coopers, he found out that home cooked meals didn't require spending half of your paycheck and that cooking a meal from scratch felt so much more rewarding. So, when Alice offered to teach him and Betty how to cook some basic meals before they went off to college, he was more than eager to learn.

“My mom has a strange way of thinking.”

“Yeah,” Jughead chuckles, puts the lid on the pot and wipes his hands on his apron, going through the steps once again in his mind to make sure the meal will turn out the way it's supposed to. “How was the session? Feeling any better today?” he asks placing his hands on the counter, one on each side of Betty, looking up at her lovingly. While she shares everything with him, he knows there are things he can't help her with. Issues she better discuss with a professional. While he may not have any solutions for her, he still wants to show his support.

“Much.” Betty nods, smiling at him and leans over for a soft kiss. Words cannot describe how happy she is to have him by her side during times like these. Times when she feels like she's going a bit crazy. “I guess with moving here, starting a new job and signing up for those online classes I was pushing therapy aside when I shouldn't have. Stuff kept piling up and yesterday broke the camel's back. I'm sorry I freaked out.” She sighs and casts her eyes down, feeling a blush spreading across her cheeks. While Jughead knows all about her mental health issues, she still feels a bit embarrassed whenever they resurface in the way they did the previous night. As if afraid that after everything she may still scare him away.

“Betts,” he says as he puts his finger under her chin, making her look up and meet his eyes. “In sickness and in health, right?” he asks and Betty nods, the sunken expression replaced but a tiny smile once again.

“I love you so much,” Betty whispers as she wraps her arms around Jughead's neck, pulling him closer to her.

“God, I hope you do.” Jughead laughs, pressing his forehead against hers and bringing his hand to cup her cheek, stroking it softly. “Because I'm madly in love with you.”

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I... kinda wanna hear the klahnce tropes you hate...

ok since i can never resist a chance to Vent i’m gonna share them under a cut but first some disclaimers

1) honestly oh my god if somebody else likes or enjoys this stuff i dont care!!!! i really do not care!!!! as long as you aren’t shoving it in my face or claiming that any alternative interpretations are Wrong™, i really really do not mind!!!! people like different things and that’s okay!!!!!! my intention truly isn’t to make some 15 year old w a fluffy fantasy feel guilty just bc some random person on the internet doesnt like the way they do things kdsjgsjdgskjdg so pls read this w a grain of salt

2) i’m not even really that passionate in my dislike of these things bc it’s just shipping and it literally doesn’t matter at all so this is basically just a list of my preferences

phew ok here we go

the kind of k/l made by lovers of l@ngst that makes the whole story about lance, and him just needing to be reassured of how incredible he is

this almost always has keith tenderly holding lance and saying something along the lines of “you are the most beautiful boy in the universe and i will never let you go :) i love you so much lance :) to me, you are each and every star in the sky :)”

KEITH WOULD NEVER SAY THAT WHAT THEUF CK

this bothers me bc the dynamic they are portraying is closer to h@nce, sh@nce, or even she!th. both hunk and shiro are kind and loving people who are quick to verbally reassure their friends. but keith, the way i read him, prefers action to speech. he has other ways of expressing how deeply he feels about someone without waxing poetic

please don’t make discount h@nce, make actual h@nce instead i beg of u

also ppl editing the “br0gan3s hug” replacing shiro with lance and now suddenly it’s romantic and not familial lmao… just admit that u love the beauty of s/k and its passionate star-crossed lovers bound by fate angle and stop projecting it onto k/l which is a different beast entirely

“keith and lance have been in love with one another all along/are in love with one another at this current point in canon”

ok while i do admit i can appreciate some cute pining-at-the-garrison fanart, this one bugs me bc if we just look at canon……… they don’t like each other. they just. they don’t.

there’s definitely an admiration-jealousy thing going on from lance’s side, but not an outright crush

and lets be real while i understand the appeal of a headcanon where keith has crushed on lance since forever………………….. in canon, he literally had no idea who he was

i dislike this bc to me it sounds far too much like a love at first sight kind of thing, where they had crushes on each other without even really knowing one another

the appeal of k/l for me is the potential for growth they have AFTER they’ve spent months in space working as a team and getting to know who the other person really is, beyond first impressions

two people who are incompatible at first, developing and maturing until they can see new sides to each other, learn to work with one another, and choose to put their differences aside so that they can be together? that’s much more romantic, at least to me.

the “keith and lance are in love and shiro and keith are brothers and also shiro is dating allura :)” clusterfuck that mostly died after the vague statement about allura’s age that gave antis a collective bout of hives

im not saying there are no good fics with this constellation but there are 392580968230698409683478 fics that copypasted this relationship matrix. it is a fanon thing but ppl started treating it like canon which always gets me a little squinty. also i’m not all that into s/a so there’s that

keith and lance getting married. this is entirely a personal thing but it’s my biggest fucking squick and i have an irrational hatred for it it just fucking bothers me so much NEVER talk to me about it

this includes kidfic it makes me feel almost ill

marriage/domesticity/kids is the opposite of a romantic fantasy for me and thinking about it makes me really uncomfortable

while im more ok with it with some other pairings, i just cant see it happening w keith and lance

this is also where i see them start to clash, with lance’s big family and probable love of tradition and keith’s orphan-loner lifestyle. they’d probably want very different things

and it’s really stressful for me to think about so i’d rather just not lol

basically just fucking miss me with them wearing rings or anything like that unless u want me to let out bloodcurdling screams for 8 consecutive hours

anything making them too soft, squishy and blushy. while i totally get why people want to look at this kind of content it makes me want to die

this is usually paired with “everyone else exists just to support their relationship”

i’ve also seen their rivalry reduced to “yeah but i love you more asswipe” “no i love YOU more” “umm excuse you i clearly love you the most :/” like… lmao pls stop this they’d still argue about exactly the same things as before

while they’d definitely tell each other i love you and be soft with each other, it’d be in quiet, private moments. ultimately, they aren’t a gross sappy couple… they just aren’t…… they’re those friends who argue a lot about inconsequential things but also kiss each other when they’re alone and would die for each other without hesitation but will Never admit it

okay phew i think those are my Top Shitty K/L Tropes, and from what i’ve heard there are a lot more like them being shoved into ridiculous yaoi archetypes (eg keith is a blushing flower of a sub instead of the vers power bottom we all know he Actually is) but since i read very little fic i’ve managed to avoid that stuff. sorry this turned into an essay lol this always happens

#ask #long post #wank //#i really don't know what to tag this bc i don't want anyone to come across it and feel uncomf #ship negativity #??#ask me to tag #and i will!!#also your mileage may vary as always #it's not like my opinions are correct #they are just opinions #and like i said i dont actually care that much its not that deep #but dont fucking show me any content of them getting married #just dont #merrimyuu

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