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rosequartzstarswrites · 3 years ago

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20 Questions for Writers

Thank you @cheesyficwriter for the tag!

How many works do you have on AO3?

What's your total AO3 word count?

351,699

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

As of now, I have only written for Harry Potter; however, in February I began several LOTR/Hobbit WIPs that I have not yet published. The first one is due out at the start of September though!

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In Another Universe: Hermione Granger is brilliant: she completed her PhD in Linguistics at 25, and is the youngest faculty member at the University. Ron Weasley, an unruly quantum physicist... well, he's getting there. But when Granger gets stacked with a project she hates and has to talk to other scholars at the University, their paths cross and become permanently intertwined in a way neither of them could've ever anticipated. (Slow Burn Multichap Muggle Uni AU) Rated T.

Rosebury Grounds: Lady Hermione Granger has been reared up in society, to marry well and be a good housewife, like any good Edwardian lady, but that's far from what she wants. When a handyman by the name of Ronald Weasley joins the house staff, utterly disarming her from the moment they first meet, he might just be the opportunity she needs to break loose and choose her own destiny.Lord Draco Malfoy has a secret— a secret he knows would cost him everything if it ever saw the light. But it's getting harder and harder to keep it from his father, because Draco keeps bumping into a pair of emerald eyes and a head of lush black hair, and he can't pretend his knees don't buckle at the sight. Which would be quite alright, if not for one small problem: it's not a woman they belong to.Two tales of forbidden love, set in Edwardian England. (Multichap Muggle AU) Rated M.

Something Growing: Hermione’s pregnant— and she’s freaking out. She’s always been good at everything, but she’s not sure that’ll hold for being a mother; however, when Ron gets home earlier than expected, she realizes she doesn’t need to be great at everything so long as she’s got him beside her. (Oneshot) Rated G.

Big in Japan: Harry Potter is a famous rockstar out on a world tour— but when one too many meet-and-greets threatens to drive him insane, he takes an escapade out into the streets of Tokyo, where he ends up at an expat bar with a captivating redhead that seems totally unaware of who he is, or why she should know him at all, for that matter. (Muggle AU oneshot) Rated E.

Teaspoon Vindication: After escaping Malfoy Manor, Ron comes to visit Hermione in her room at Shell Cottage, and does the one thing that may be the hardest for him— talking about his feelings. (Romione oneshot)

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I try my best, though I don’t always get to all of them! My reasoning is that if folks are kind enough to tell me how much they enjoyed my writing, the least I can do is thank them for their lovely words.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

The Last Farewell! It’s a Wolfstar oneshot, set in canon universe, where Remus comes to Sirius’s grave to ask for his blessing (and forgiveness) to marry Tonks. It was angst central from the start and I even wrote it while listening to an angsty song.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I generally write happy, fade-to-black endings, but if I had to choose I’d say Truth or Dare. This is a male!Hermione x Ron summer camp AU born of a game of spin-the-bottle/truth-or-dare that ends with them figuring out their feelings go beyond friendship. I say it is the happiest ending because I think the “boy figuring out he likes boys” scenario has been overdone in angst a bit too much, and the fact that the feelings are reciprocated and they decide to stay in touch would make me giddy if I was their age and in their shoes. Anyway, it’s just a sweet ending.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you've written?

Not at all— I actually don’t like crossovers at all, so I have never even entertained reading, let alone writing, one. (No hate at all to those with imaginations large and strong enough to conjure up awesome crossovers— I am in awe of you all, they’re just not for me!)

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Never, luckily, since the Romione community is so lovely and supportive! But, though not outright hate, for a while I had an anonymous FFN reviewer who left reviews on every chapter of Rosebury Grounds saying that my title was a porn/sex act...? I was distraught and scoured Google to see if they really were right and this was some obscure euphemism I’d entirely missed, but turns out it wasn’t, and they had gotten confused with a vulgar but similar term. So I ignored those reviews but they kept coming and then eventually one time I found a 500 word very graphic description of the sex act in question in my reviews, so desperate was the reviewer (apparently) to get their (wrong) point across. Yikes.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I’ve written a lot and of many kinds— explicit, implied, just foreplay, fade-to-black, referenced... I’ve written both M/F and M/M.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No— I didn’t even know that was something I should worry about!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I speak fluent Spanish, so I’m planning on translating In Another Universe and Rosebury Grounds myself once I’ve finished the latter.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, the most I’ve done is beta from the plot-building stage!

What's your all-time favorite ship?

Gahhhh don’t make me pick! Romione (HP) is first in my heart because I see so much of myself and what I want in it, but Samfro (LOTR) is, to me, the truest depiction of love in all of literature, ever. I will forever come back to it.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I hope to finish my Hogwarts Actually series that I started for Romionecom (hi, Discord friends!) inspired by Love Actually. I have it all planned out, translating all the relationships in the movie to HP pairings and friendships, and all I need to do is write— but I think I’ll come back to this periodically and unoften. Hopefully I’ll finish it!

What are your writing strengths?

I like to think that I write good and witty dialogue. I’m a theatre person, so I think my dialogue sounds mostly natural when spoken. I also have a good sense of beginning and ending, so most of my works/chapters start and end with a memorable phrase of some sort. I also have excellent grammar and spelling, so except for a few occasional typos, that makes the job of proofing much easier!

What are your writing weaknesses?

I think I sometimes write sentences that are waaaay too long and convoluted. I use words that are too big sometimes and just take approachability from my writing. Fanfic has been excellent to practice correcting this, though!

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

As a bilingual writer myself— don’t write dialogue in other languages unless you speak it well or get it translated directly through someone who speaks it well. Though I appreciate the effort, I can always tell when something was put through Google Translate, and that kind of dialogue most often ends up lacking the context clues/colloquial familiarity of real language speakers, and ends up sounding stiff and forced.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

I’m not proud of it, but I used to write MCR RPF back when I was 13 or so. It was a very brief stint and I have since deleted the works in their entirety, since my principles have evolved to the place where RPF to me seems disrespectful and invasive. Plus, it was on Wattpad.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

Again, don’t make me pick please!! I truly have had a lot of fun with Rosebury and I think it is a testament to how much I love it that I was able to keep the idea on hold for a full six months before I started writing it. I love the Downton setting and the Edwardian dialogue is a lot of fun to me. But I also have a soft spot for the In Another Universe original oneshot I submitted to the RFF2020— that work awoke my love for Muggle AUs (which I like to think I’m most known for), inspired me to start work on my first multichap fic, and keeps me coming back to it anytime I have doubt in my ability to write swoonworthy scenes. It was the oneshot that started it all.

Tagging: @accio-broom @be11atrixthestrange @folk-melody (and anyone else who would like to!)

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travellvogue · 5 years ago

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Picnic- Anyone You Like

He was nervous, so nervous. The fact you’d accepted his offer of a date took him by surprise, and now he found himself watching you with a wide smile as you walked along the length of the park towards where he’d set up camp. Sat on the thick plaid blanket, the layer of material protecting you from the itchy long strands of grass and the exploring ants, the array of treats neatly laid out under the shade of the large oak tree. A choice of grapes, bread sticks, mini sandwiches he’d woken up early this morning to chop the crusts off of, frantically panicking that they won’t look as impressive if they’d been lazily left cut in half- doubting his options of plain ham, plain cheese, marmite and jam- wanting to make sure there was definitely something there that you’d like. His hands grow clammy with every step you took. Does he go in for a handshake? A hug? Kiss you on the cheeks? No that’s too prim-and-proper.

The bustling of the city skyline seemed to become silent the second you reached him, it was just you and him in that moment. He opted for a hug, your arms wrapping around his muscular frame with a warming ‘hello!’ instantly putting him at ease. “Welcome” he giggles nervously, arms splayed out, presenting the selection of goodies he’d prepared for the two of you, taking a seat on the blanket and patting the space beside him for you to join. Your top dangles open when you lean down and he has to stop himself from looking, busying himself with the trays of neatly cut sandwiches. “I made some sandwiches, there’s different options in there.. You don’t have to eat all of them, I just wanted, y’know to make sure-there’s marmite- wait no one likes marmite I-” your hand delicately rests on the side of his arm. Your smile melting his nervous hurry of words, his sentence barely able to string itself together.

“I love marmite” you wink, watching the weight drop from his shoulders, a quiet sigh of relief, pulling back the layer of cling film that coated the tray, “and I love the effort you’ve gone to, thank you so much” you take a bit of the sandwich, humming in delight at the taste, the first thing you’d eaten all day- too nervous to even think of forcing some soggy cornflakes down your neck this morning. He blushes at your praise, offering you options from the never ending supply of treats.��

Small talk is made as you nibble of pita bread and cheese, asking him about how his recent game was. It wasn’t intrusive, he appreciated that, other girls would swoon over his footballer status but you held a comfort that made it feel like a regular nine-to-five job.

As the conversation began to pick up, hours passed, and you found yourselves lying on your tummies, heads propped up by your hands, shoes flung to the side of the blanket with your bare feet swishing in the air, tapping each other's ankles every so often, the small contact giving him the comfort he needed. Indulging in a game of ‘people-watching’, the city that never slept offering endless conversation, watching the couples walk by hand in hand, some staying a few metres away from each other looking rather tense, others linking arms deep in conversation. He seems himself in some of them, you by his side blushing at the compliment he’d give you, your hair falling over your shoulder, only for you to complain that you’re in desperate need of a haircut. But he liked it, the way it traced down your back, the loose strands making themselves known at the front of your face, only to watch you tuck them behind your ears to stop them protruding your eye line.

“How long do you think they’ve been together?” his daydream is interrupted by your gentle voice, a single finger subtly pointing at the new pair of people. Maybe mid-20’s, the man tall and lean, around the six foot two mark, the woman far more petite, the skirt she was wearing only made her legs look shorter next to his. Their hands were clasped together, bright smiles on their faces as their arms swung back and forth in an over exaggerated fashion.

“Ahh, the honeymoon stage” he hums, exuberating a fake confidence as though he was certain on the answer, your giggles filling his ears as he continues the characteristics, fingers brushing against his chin as though he was combing through a long beard, deep in thought, watching them walk along the path out of sight. “Six months, madam” he winks at you, popping a grape into his mouth, watching you raise your eyebrow and nod in agreement. He feels a burst of pride, he’d impressed you.

The hurried businessman sprung up the next conversation, the overly expensive suit still failed to sit properly at his ankles, flapping vigorously with every stride he took. Phone held against his ear, orders shouted into it at what you could assume was aimed at his assistant.

“Phil, thirty four-” you begin, painting a picture of the strangers background story, he listens intently with a wide smirk, “works in fInAnCe mAnAgeMeNt, and is always bragging about his sex life despite his wife not giving him any cose the newborn takes up all her time” you shrug, you look over to him, only to notice he’d been staring at you the whole time, smiling and blinking slowly as your eyes meet, blushing vigorously, wondering if you’d gone too far.

“So instead he flirts with the lady at the front desk, and he’s got a tinder profile set up on his ‘work phone’, describing himself as an ��avid runner’” he continues for you. The two of you laughing loudly at the information you’d received from the poor guys image.

His hand comes to brush against yours, fingers pushed through your own, lifting both your hands to point at the bustling group of mums approaching the corner of the lake. Too caught up in their meaningless conversation of pelvic muscle exercises and the smoothies they’d been trying to notice one of the many babies is heading directly for the water, excitedly chasing after a terrified duck. “That better not be you when we have kids” he nudges your shoulder with his own. Only for his whole body to freeze in a fit of panic. Fuck. what did he say that for? On a first date?!

“Absolutely not” you scoff humorously, his comment made the butterflies in your tummy erupt and set off in flight to help the poor duck. Gripping his hand firmer to comfort his worry. His nervous giggle growing a decibel louder as he shuffles closer to you. “You’d never find me in a park… I’ll be in Selfridges, taking full advantage of your credit card” you let out a loud howl at your own joke, hearing him playfully tut at your words, watching you in such awe as you role onto your back, staring up at the passing clouds, only then realising the sun was beginning to set behind the large oak tree, the hours having flown by with the easy conversation.

“Very funny pretty one” the nickname didn’t faze him this time, now he laid on his back next to you, your head twisting to look over at him. Your smile growing at the sight of his own, his hand coming to find yours again.

He’s silent.

You both are.

Neither of you speaking in the moment, his body now propped onto its side, looking down at your resting beauty, tucking that troublesome strand of hair behind your ear. Fingertips brushing against your skin, the golden sunlight painting you as a goddess, something you’d only find in the movies. And yet here he was, in his own fairy-tale.

If anyone was watching you, laid on their bellies creating background stories for strangers they’d never met. They’d say the two of you had been together for years, that ‘honeymoon’ stage never leaving, not with the way you still looked at each other. They’d giggle as they made make-believe careers for you both, naming your first child for you. Then they’d watch, in silence, as he leans forward, lips slightly pouted, eyes beginning to close.

Closer, closer, closer.

“Turtle” you speak. His eyes now open, lips relaxed, eyebrows furrowed in confusion,

“What?” he chuckles nervously. The so-close-yet-so-far feeling looming in the pit of his stomach. Your arm flies up, index finger pointing towards the fluffy cloud above your heads.

“It looks like a turtle” you giggle. His breath leaving his nostrils in defeat. Laying down beside you once again, shoulder to shoulder, eyes studying the clouds above your heads.

He can’t help but smile, maybe he didn’t get the kiss, but he got all this, the tranquility of feeling you’d known someone for years, the normality and comfort of your eyes, the peaceful trance of your smile, the music of your giggle.

As he lays down on the crumb covered picnic blanket, he finds himself imagining your future, creating the future for him and the girl laid next to his beating heart and twisting stomach, the girl he’d only met today.

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thank you for reading! let me know who you imagined it with x

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let-me-write-shit · 4 years ago

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Somebody To You: 20

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WARNING: Smut!!!! (****** before and after so you can skip)

Word Count: 5,623 (another long one)

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CHAPTER TWENTY:

The following morning could not have been any more awkward. Most of the group seemed to be oblivious to it, thankfully, but the tension between Harry, Zoey, and Andy seemed so thick that it made Zoey want to vomit. She felt every occasional glance from the boys in her bones, uneasiness creeping up her spine. What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? Her best solution, for the time being, was to avoid eye contact with Harry while she figured out what the hell was happening.

With Nancy around, no one had the chance to notice this, though. Thank god she always had something to say. She had pretty much taken over in planning the events for the day. Half of the group wanted to stay in and relax, and the other half wanted to go out and explore a little. Zoey was feeling particularly tired, both physically and emotionally, so she decided to stay home with Andy and Aurora while Katie, Nancy, and Harry decided to go out for a bit to the shops and lunch. Fine by her. Having Harry out of the house would allow her to think without being distracted by his presence.

After the three had left, Aurora had gone to change into her bathing suit for a quick swim. Zoey thought this was a perfect opportunity to talk to Andy. She didn’t want things to be awkward with him. Besides, she needed to talk to someone about it so she could have an outsider’s unbiased opinion.

Zoey nervously knocked on his bedroom door. Three seconds later, it flew open and Andy stood there, eyes wide and mouth opened like he had been expecting her, pulled her into his room and shut the door.

“Biiiitch!” he breathed, pausing for a moment before the two of them made their way to his bed.

She flung herself on the top, belly-flopping and groaning into the sheets before sitting up, “I don’t know what to dooooo!” she whined.

“What the fuck happened? Why didn’t you tell me you and Harry had a thing?”

“I didn’t know we had a thing!”

He spluttered, blinking rapidly and shaking his head, “Girl that kind of sexual chemistry doesn’t just happen overnight. You mean to tell me you don’t like him?”

She knew she liked him, that much was obvious. What she was trying to figure out, though, was the when, why, and how. To her, it seemed like it happened overnight. But the more she thought about it, she wasn’t sure if that was true. I mean, yeah, it’s Harry Styles. She crushed on him before he even knew she existed. But once she did get to know him, she knew he was out of bounds. He was Rory’s guy. So she immediately forced him into the back of her mind, without question or hesitation. So when did he start making his way in the forefront of her mind again?

There were so many instances over the last few months that could have sparked it. But maybe it wasn’t just one instance. Maybe it was the accumulation of a bunch of different moments. All of the inside jokes and movie references, the late-night phone calls and hushed laughter, the constant reassurances, the dependability, and the ease in which their friendship was formed. Harry was right when he told her that she was his soulmate. The second he said it, she knew that she felt it, too. Romantically, or not, they were meant to be in each other’s lives. That’s what made this situation so scary.

Zoey stared at Andy, mouth ajar, unable to speak. And he smirked. “You do like him.”

“This is bad.”

“Why is it bad?” he sat up straight, cranking his head, “You both like each other, right?”

“There are so many reasons why it’s bad. For starters, I don’t know if he actually feels the same way.”

“Okay,” Andy nodded, standing up and pacing the room, “Well, tell me everything that happened last night. What led up to the kiss? Who kissed who? What happened afterward?”

“Well, he was still drunk...” Zoey said, making Andy wince.

“Maybe he’s a horny drunk? Continue.”

Zoey pouted and continued, “We were looking at the photo album Katie made and he saw a picture of my ex and started getting weird, kind of berating me about the guys I date. So I told him if there was something he wanted to say, to just say it. And he kissed me.”

Andy gasped, squealing and bouncing on his toes, “Fuck, right out of a rom-com. That’s so cute! He kissed you!”

“Yeah, well then you walked out,” Zoey recalled, making Andy stop and wince again.

“Yeah, my fault,” he grinned, guiltily, “What happened after I left?”

“I told him that I had a double date with Marco, Katie, and Gio tonight and he told me not to go.”

“Because he does like you!” He squealed again, “So you’re not going, right? What’s the problem?”

“No, I am going.”

Andy shook his head in confusion, furrowing his eyebrows, “What the hell? Why are you going?”

“Because Katie really likes Gio and I can’t let her go out with a random stranger she barely knows in a country we’ve never been to before. I can’t do that to her.”

“But it’s Harry Styles. You don’t think Katie would understand? Hell, I’ll go on the double date with them!”

Zoey shook her head, “She’s my little sister. I’m responsible for her. Besides, it’s not just that. What about Rory? Girl code? You don’t date your friend’s exes.”

“Oh, you mean like her and Brett dating?” Andy shot back, sarcastically.

“It’s not the same. Brett and I were never a thing and were never going to be a thing. It was purely sex, no emotional connection involved. Harry and Rory were more than that. You saw how hurt she was when Harry kept dragging his feet. You know about how she was suspicious something was going on between Harry and I. Imagine we started dating how that would look. Besides, you know how wishy-washy Harry gets about making any kind of commitment. What if this is just a passing crush?”

“Isn’t it worth a shot?”

“Is it?” she asked, frowning.

Andy stood there in silence for a moment before joining her back on the bed and pulling her into a hug. They rocked back and forth, Zoey relaxing in her friend’s embrace, when Andy finally spoke again, “Nancy’s right. What is it with you pulling all these fine ass men? Like, can we catch a break around here? I’m about to take my hoe ass back to the club tonight and find a man.”

“You should!” Zoey laughed.

The two decided to join Aurora in the pool, changing into their swimsuits and casually paddling around, acting as if everything was normal. Aurora was just as cheerful as she normally was as they talked about Brett making plans to visit her family in England soon and all the places she wants to take him to. They were getting serious pretty quickly and Zoey was honestly happy for them. They did make a beautiful couple. She wondered how he was handling her rising popularity. Knowing Brett, he was probably taking it well.

Several reapplications of sunscreen later, the day was coming to an end, and Harry, Katie, and Nancy still hadn’t returned. She worried that something might have happened to them since no one had heard from them all day, and since Katie was so eager to go on this date, Zoey knew she must have wanted to get home early to start getting ready.

She wondered what they were doing and if they were having fun. She wondered if Harry was just as confused as she was. What was running through his mind? Was he pissed at her? Was he conflicted? Did she ruin everything last night? She second-guessed her decision to go on this date, but the thought of her teen years with Jess kept popping up in her mind. All those long summers at the beach desperately trying to find an ounce of summer love. She remembered how fun it was. She couldn’t take that away from her sister. Besides, maybe she was reading too deep into Harry’s response. It could have been a meaningless kiss, caught up in the moment. She didn’t really know how he felt because he hadn’t told her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a commotion at the front door. Andy and Zoey looked up from their spot on the couch, his head resting on her lap while she gently massaged his arm, to see Nancy, Harry, and Katie walking in carrying bags and looking tired out.

“Thank god you’re back,” Andy sprung up at the sight of Nancy, clapping his hands, “Okay, so what do you think about going back out to the club tonight while these two go on their little date? I’m trying to find a man!”

Nancy grunted as she heaved her bags on the ground, lifting her sunglasses on top of her head, “It’s like you know me. I’m totally game. How about you, Harry? Want to come along?”

Harry’s eyes flickered towards Zoey for a split second and she felt her stomach twist, hoping he’d say know. She ran her fingers through the ends of her freshly washed ponytail, waiting for his response. He shrugged and said, “Sure.”

She felt the knot drop to the pit of her stomach, annoyed. What was he playing at? Was he trying to make her jealous? If he didn’t romantically care about her, why did he kiss her? And why has he not spoken to her all day?

Andy clapped, excitedly and Nancy said, “We just had a late lunch, so I doubt I’ll want dinner, but we can always grab something to eat at the club. What time is your date tonight?” she asked Katie.

“The boys are picking us up at 8:30 for dinner. So in about...two hours,” she looked at her phone’s clock.

“So we’ll probably head out around 10. I doubt we’ll be back by the time you two get home, so you’ll need to tell us all about your date tomorrow,” Nancy winked.

“I’ll go tell Rory the plan and see if she wants to come,” Andy bounced out of the room, Nancy following.

There was an awkward hesitance from Harry who stood in the entryway, looking at Zoey in the corner of her eye. It looked like he was debating whether or not to come in and talk to her, and he shifted in a way that made it seem like he was going to, but he changed his mind at the last minute and followed behind them.

“I’m going to get ready,” Katie grinned, skipping off to her room.

She supposed she better get ready, too. Zoey forced herself off the couch and climbed the steps, making her way to her bedroom. There wasn’t much to do since she already showered. She decided to keep with the minimal makeup look, really enjoying the wonders that the Italian sun was doing for her skin, brushing her hair into a neater low ponytail, and rummaging through her closet for an outfit. She didn’t know much about where they were going but decided you could never go wrong with a dress, and she had just the perfect one. She picked it out when she and Andy went shopping on Sunday. It could pass for both classy and casual.

She slipped into the navy blue polka dot, tie strap, bodycon midi dress with a little fishtail figure at the bottom, and some ruffling detail at the hem and neckline. It hugged her figure perfectly and, she had to admit, made her feel quite confident. She paired it with some black heels and dangly silver earrings and headed down to her sister's room with another hour to spare before the boys would be there.

Katie was on facetime with one of her friends while she was getting ready. Zoey smiled, mostly listening to the conversation instead of joining in as Katie excitedly told her friend all about their trip so far and the hot Italian boy she was about to go on a date with. Seeing her eagerness made Zoey feel nostalgic, really wishing Jess could be here for this. If Jess could only see her now, what would she think? Her life had become a fairytale in the matter of a few months. Everything was different. Everything had changed. Living in a world where Jess was no longer a part of used to sound like the worst possible thing she could have imagined, and she felt reprehensible for thinking that it had turned out to be the opposite.

Guilt began to set in and she found herself needing to talk about it, but then the realization that Harry might be upset with her set in and she felt even more down. She needed to clear the air with him and set things right. She needed to figure out what was going through his mind before their date. She couldn’t go hours without knowing. Her heels clicked along the terracotta floor, roaming the house in search of Harry, jitters in her fingers and arms marking her nervousness.

Harry looked up from where he sat in an office that no one really went to, guitar in hand, and an audio recording app placed on the desk in front of him. He stopped strumming when he noticed Zoey’s head popping through the crack in the door.

“Hey. Can I come in?” she asked, clearly a little shocked to see him playing the guitar.

Harry’s hands went clammy and he turned off the app, setting the guitar down and nodding his head. Zoey pushed the door open and stepped in, lightly closing it to give them some privacy and he felt his throat tense up at the sight of her. She was beautiful. Annoyance that she had gotten so dressed up for some Italian tour guide and some lame double date nagged at the forefront of his mind. But as he watched her walk around the desk and take a seat on the tabletop directly in front of him, he noticed how she pinched her fingers, something she did when she was nervous, and saw the diamond and birthstone gem bracelet he had given her for her birthday and the annoyance began to withdraw. He couldn’t lose her.

“I’m sorry,” she hushed, afraid to make eye contact. “I-”

“No,” he interrupted her, afraid of what she might say. He needed to save face. He needed to lie to save their friendship, “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I don’t know why I did that last night. I had a lot to drink and I thought something was happening. I guess I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now. I thought I might have liked you as more than a friend, so I wanted to kiss you to make sure, and it made me realize we’d be better off as just friends.”

His voice cracked. He was doing so well, but then his voice cracked. Could she see right through him? Would she know that he was lying straight through his teeth? The truth was, that was the most intimate and earth-shattering kiss he’d ever had in his life. Maybe it was the drinks in him, maybe it was Italian air, but it definitely wasn’t nothing. And he felt sick to his stomach at the look on Zoey’s face. He could have sworn he could see her heart breaking at his words. Had he made the right decision to lie?

The silence was deafening as Zoey’s eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of what he just said. He didn’t know whether she would be angry, hurt, relieved, or indifferent, but the suspense was killing him. Finally, he saw her take a deep breath in and out in defeat, fixating on him.

“Okay,” she breathed.

One word. One simple word. But for some reason, it felt like a stab in the chest. And the twinkle in her navy blue eyes made the knife sink deeper. He didn’t know what he was expecting her response to be. Maybe he half wanted her to fight him for it. That there would be some kind of proof that he wasn’t crazy and alone in him feeling that there was something more going on between them. That it wasn’t all in his head. It couldn’t be. She had to feel it, too. Right?

“Okay,” his throat was hoarse. He cleared it.

“Zoey!” Katie’s voice echoed throughout the villa, making their heads snap in the direction of the door, “the boys are here!”

Zoey turned to face Harry and gave him a hesitant, tight-lipped grin, “Have fun at the club tonight,” she slid off of the desk, making her way towards the door.

He felt his heart sink as she reached for the door and he bolted up out of his chair, “Zoey!” he called. She turned, looking at him expectantly. Waiting. But he hesitated and slunk backward, “You, too. Have fun on your date,” he said, looking down.

Without another word, Zoey slipped out of the room, the sound of her heels disappearing down the hallway. He growled, clenching his fist and pressing them against his temple, double over, pissed. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why was he like this? He made his way to the window that overlooked the driveway just in time to see Katie and Marco being escorted to their two vespas that sat waiting. He watched as Zoey smiled, taking the spare helmet from Marco and pulling it on, struggling with the buckle while he put her purse under the seat carriage. She hiked up her dress and carefully flung a leg over, holding onto Marco’s waist as he started it up. He saw her tense and grip harder around his waist as he drove off, Gio and Katie following behind them.

Harry gritted his teeth, feeling like he could punch something right about now. His mind flashed back to their drive to and from the beach on his motorcycle. The feeling of her arms around his stomach relaxed and eased as she began to trust him. The smell of the saltwater mixed with her warm, sweet scent. The feeling of her chest on his back. His agitation only grew. He was frustrated.

Frustrated, because he couldn’t understand his feelings. He loved her, that much was clear. But to what extent? He wanted something more than what they had. They already made an emotional bond, but he wanted to deepen that. He longed for a physical connection, too. But at what point does it stop? He knew the extent of her ‘relationship’ with Brett had been and wasn’t sure that’d be enough for him. But their friendship had already faltered from one kiss, what would happen if they went any further? Was he willing to risk their friendship and give up on his bachelor’s life knowing that this could end up as possibly the worst heartbreak of his life?

Marco was trying so hard to keep Zoey’s attention and he was being so sweet, which made her feel even worse, but she couldn’t help it. She was too distracted. The conversation did not go as she’d hoped. She kept replaying every detail in her mind throughout dinner that it was hard to focus on what was going on. She tried to pick apart every word and every movement with a fine-toothed comb. He thought something was happening between them. So did she. So she wasn’t crazy for thinking all of those extra-long looks meant something. He’s been wanting to kiss her for a while. Her heart soared when she heard those words. He contemplated taking things to another level. That thought, although excited her, terrified her at the same time. As curious as she was about taking it there with Harry, there was still the issue with her roommate, Aurora. How would she feel? Would she be pissed? She supposed it didn’t matter. He realized they’d be better off as just friends. He didn’t want to be with her anymore. Not in an intimate sense, anyway. At least that’s what he said.

But is that what he meant? She heard his voice crack when he said that. Was that a sign or was she reading too much into it? He didn’t say that he lost those feelings for her after the kiss. Maybe his ‘realization’ was the same concern as hers; that their friendship would be ruined if they took it too far and things ended badly. Maybe he was just saying that to save their friendship. So, was it even worth fighting for if he had made the first step in shutting it down?

She twisted her bracelets around her wrist in contemplation, the half-eaten dish of food on the table in front of her. She wasn’t hungry. She wasn’t in the mood to be here. She wondered what Harry was doing. They’d be at the club by now. Was he dancing with another girl? Was he getting shit faced? Was he planning on bringing her home tonight? Was he thinking about her? Was he wishing that the perfect-figured girl in front of him was her?

“Excuse me, I’ve got to go to the bathroom. Zoey?” Katie raised an eyebrow, gesturing for her to tag along.

It was something they always did when they needed to talk in private. Zoey followed her little sister towards the restrooms and Katie stood in front of the mirror, smoothing out her baby blue, dalmatian ruffle-trim, boho mini dress, and running her fingers through her hair. She saw Katie’s smile grow as she turned towards her and sigh a dreamy sigh, “He’s so cute!” she squealed.

Zoey grinned, amused by her sister, and feeling bad that she hasn’t been present during this date. She needed to get her shit together for the sake of her sister’s dream night. Let Harry have fun. Let him screw another girl one room over. It didn’t matter, anyway. He made his decision.

The rest of the dinner Zoey tried her hardest to stay in the moment. Every time she caught herself comparing Marco to Harry, she’d internally scold herself and shake it off. Zoey entertained Marco’s advances, attempting her best flirty eyes and a sultry tone, but it was all a show. She wasn’t feeling it. The same couldn’t have been said for Katie. Her and Gio were hitting it off. And from what Zoey could tell, he was a really sweet boy. A little nervous, even. And so much like Katie that it was shocking.

Dinner was delicious and so was dessert, but she had to admit, she was exhausted. They pulled into the long drive and she immediately searched for the SUV, which was no longer there, meaning everyone was still at the club. Her heart sank realizing that Harry was with them. Marco stopped in front of the steps with Gio and Katie a few feet behind them. He helped her off the vespa and took the helmet, fastening it to the back of the bike and grabbing Zoey’s purse out of the compartment for her while she fixed her hair.

“Thank you for coming with us tonight,” Marco’s thick, sexy accent spoke, “I hope you had a good time.”

“I did. The food was wonderful. Thank you,” Zoey grinned, pinching her fingers.

His eyes danced around her face and he smirked, “May I kiss you?”

Zoey froze, debating her answer. Her attention drifted towards Katie and Giovanni. They stood so close and their body language was so full of sexual tension that she was positive they wouldn’t separate before they kissed, hoping they’d make it quick. Zoey turned back to Marco, looking into his dark brown eyes and his plump pink lips. Maybe she should kiss him. Maybe it’d prove that she could have sparks with someone other than Harry.

“Yes,” she grinned and closed her eyes as he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers.

She was expecting a peck, but he stepped closer to her, a hand on her cheek, and his lips open and closed so quickly that it almost felt like he was chewing something instead of kissing. She didn’t know how to keep up with him and her heart sank, even more, knowing that it’d be a miracle if she ever felt a spark like she did with Harry.

“Goodnight,” Zoey half-smiled, frowning once he couldn’t see her face.

She turned halfway up the steps to see Katie and Gio pulling apart from their kiss. They said their goodbyes and Katie skipped up behind her sister, beaming and waving one last time to the boys before they made their way in. As soon as the doors shut behind them, Katie ran in place, giggling and jumping, excitedly grabbing her sister’s arms and squealing.

“I need to call Bree! Night!” Katie hugged her sister before running off.

“Call mom and dad, too!” Zoey called after her, shaking her head, amused and making her way up the stairs.

“Don’t ruin this moment for me!” she heard Katie call back just before she heard Katie’s muffled voice say, “Oh, hi, Harry! Goodnight!”

“Goodnight,” a deeper voice resonated, quieter.

Zoey stopped climbing the steps and furrowed her eyebrows. Harry was here? He was supposed to be at the club with the rest of them. Had he not gone? She backtracked, heading back down the stairs and quickly walking deeper into the house towards the kitchen where Harry’s voice was. She rounded the corner, almost out of breath from jogging in heels and froze when she saw him, shirtless and placing an empty cup in the sink. He looked up, startled.

“You didn’t go?” she panted.

Harry blinked, taking a second to adjust to the sudden appearance of her in front of him as she walked closer. He shook his head, “No.”

She stepped even closer. Closer than she needed, looking up at him. He looked tired. The creases next to his eyes were deeper than normal and his facial hair was beginning to look scruffy. His curls were mangled like he had been pulling at them and his clothes had clearly been worn in all day, not wrinkled and stretched.

She stepped closer. She could see the vein in his neck pulse. His eyes fluttered, trying to stay open, and his lips parted just slightly. She wondered if he felt the pull, too. He had to. It was so strong she could barely stand. She felt like her legs would give out at any second as the two stood there, staring at each other, hearts racing.

“Take me to your room,” she whispered.

There was no hesitation. No words were exchanged. Harry took her hand and led her down the hall, up the stairs, and towards his bedroom. She didn’t mean to be so forward. But there was no subtle way to put it. At least not one she could think of at that moment. He opened the door for her and she backed in, keeping eye contact with him as he closed the door and locked it. Slowly, he walked towards her, unsure of what to do or where to start.

Zoey silently turned around, back to him, and pulled her ponytail out of the way. He seemed to understand because she felt his hands skim her back as he slowly unzipped her dress and he brushed the straps slowly off of her shoulders, letting her dress fall to her ankles.

He stared at her bare back, not having worn a bra with her dress and her ‘Bite’ tattoo peeking out from under her thong, instantly making him hard. She turned so he could see her and his heartbeat so fast he was nervous that it would punch a hole through his chest at the sight of her perfectly round breasts. He stepped closer, wrapping a hand around the back of her head and lightly tugging on her hair tie, pulling it off and letting her straight hair fall down her back, tossing it on the dresser behind her.

Her hands nervously caressed the hairs on his chest and she ran a finger down the center of his abdomen, stopping at the hem of his shorts briefly before hooking a finger at the waistband and pulling him closer to him, closing the gap. She looked up into his eyes again and he couldn’t wait any longer. He clasped a hand on the back of her neck and pulled her face to his, pressing his lips to hers while his other hand rested on her arm.

He slowly backed her up to the edge of the bed and he wrapped an arm around her, guiding her back on her bed as he hovered over her, their lips parting in sync and their tongues dancing together.

He began to trail kisses, nipping at her neck and tongue swirling around both of her nipples on the way down. When he reached the hem of her thong he looped his finger through the band and slid it down her legs. His heart stopped for a moment, staring down at the perfectly placed rose tattoo on her pelvic hip. He looked up to meet her eyes with a smirk and she giggled, sending his mind into overdrive.

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His tongue grazed her lips, his first taste at her sweet juices and he was hooked, pressing his face deeper into her muff. She let out a stifled moan, arching her back, making him wrap an arm around her leg to pull her closer as his other fingers gently massaged her hole, sucking and occasionally flicking his tongue on her clit.

She twitched, the pleasure almost too much to handle, gripping a fistful of his hair in her hands. She sucked in a deep breath and kicked him off of her, pushing herself up and pulling his arm down. It was her turn. She hovered over him, licking and sucking her juices off of his lips as she reached down to his pants, yanking at them. He lifted his hips and she pulled away to yank them off, tossing them up by his head so he could get the condom out of the pocket while she took hold of his stiff member, fingers barely wrapping around the girth.

She began to pump him, feeling each bump and ridge of him, and she bent down, running her tongue from the base of his shaft to the tip before taking him in. She knew she was doing something right, by the shudder of his shoulders and the breath that escaped his mouth. Through his eyelashes he watched her, his nostrils flaring and mouth parting. He swept her hair to one side to get a better view as she took him in deeper, bobbing her mouth up and down on him. If he didn’t stop her soon, he’d finish.

He gently took hold of her chin, guiding her off of him and she wiped the spit from her chin while he ripped the condom packet open, sliding it onto himself. She straddled his hips and they shared a look of understanding consent before slowly lowered herself onto him. His head relaxed onto the pillow and he watched her head fall back moaning, his hands firm on her hips, enthralled by her bouncing breasts.

The room disappeared. Italy disappeared. Every doubt or worry he had disappeared. None of it mattered, anymore. The only thing that mattered was Zoey. Him inside her. The desire and hunger coursing through his veins. He needed to show her. He needed her to see and feel the same thing he did.

With one swift push of his hip, he flipped her on her back. A flash of a smile through her beautiful lips made him simper as he pushed himself inside of her, thrusting faster and faster. She clawed at his back, legs wrapping around his waist.

“Harry,” she whimpered, eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me,” he begged, a hand gripping onto her hip as the other held himself up. She needed to see what she was doing to him. He needed her to understand. She could read his mind. He knew she could.

She forced her eyes open, staring directly into his. She saw the fire in his eyes. The passion and intensity were ablaze in his stare. His lips crashed down on hers once more and she wanted to cry when he pulled away, not wanting it to end. Her body began to tremble as she neared climax and he must have realized as he pumped faster and harder, her back arching and legs relaxing as he finished her off. But the momentum didn’t stop, continuing for another two minutes before Harry grunted, filling the condom inside of her.

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He slipped out of her and she let her legs fall, panting for air as he pulled the condom off, wrapping it in a couple of tissues on his bedside table before turning to face her. Slowly she turned to face him and the look they shared was the same. She knew that he could feel it, too. That this wasn’t just some experimental fuck. This was the start of something unforgettable, raw, and terrifying. She knew that as soon as she walked out that door, there was no going back to the friendship they once knew. There would be consequences. And they might not like the outcome.

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Supernatural

a fan fiction pt.8

Dean’s pov.

Sam and Jordan wouldn’t be home for about three days. Awfully long time for a ghost hunt, but I wasn’t going to complain. Cas and I were in the awkward stage in being a new couple. We weren’t sure yet. Perhaps awkward wasn’t the word. Shy, yeah, as stupid as that is. I was never this shy with women, but I have heard that dating different genders is a different experience. Plus, this was my best friend. Who knew less than I did about this.

It was a lot of rambling and checking our reflections when we thought the other wasn’t looking. Sneaky hand holding and small kisses here and there. I would go to sleep on his chest on the couch, and I would woke up next to him in my room. He would be sitting on the edge of the bed. We were still in a shy phase. after all, as gross as that sounds. We were like kids. Still figuring this out. Right now it was stealing a kiss every now and then, hugs, and just enjoying making each other blush. That seemed to be our favorite game. Cas took that to a new extreme. It was an odd place to be in, but we were happy. If we never got out of this shy phase, that would be okay with me. As long as he was with me.

One night we decided to talk about where this is gong to go. We were dating, that was obvious, but when should the rest of the world know? It would be a shock that I am bisexual. Do I just want to hit Sam with that all at once?

We walked into the lobby of the bunker and tried to figure out when to tell Sam. “Do you think that is a good idea Dean?” Cas asked. “Are you ready?” he asked. He looked down at his feet. This is new for us, and I understood that, but I didn’t want him to think I was ashamed of him. If he wanted, I’d scream it from the roof tops that I love him.

“I’m not ashamed of you, Cas. That isn’t why I never told you,” I said. “I know that Dean, but wouldn’t it be a little cruel for us to flaunt, and Sam just find out that Eileen doesn't love him?” he asked. “Oh so we’re flaunting now?” I said as he blushed a little. I could get used to this. “Shut up Dean, you know what I meant,” he said as he came in close and gave me a small kiss. I blushed a little. “Dean?” he said. “Yeah?” I said, our fore heads touching. “You’re blushing.” “Fuck you,” I said, pushing him a little

“Not in front of me please,” Jack said. “Jack!” He surprised us. “What’s up kid?” I said. “I wanted to visit. Where is Sam and your pretty friend?” he asked. “I think that they are sad, she prays a lot,” he said.

“Are they in trouble?” Dean asked. “No, but I thought they would be here by now?” Jack said. “Dean?” Jordan said. “Cas? Are you decent?” she called running down the stairs. “Dude, her sisters are awesome!” Sam said. walking in. “Iron knuckles to punch ghosts? Who would have thought of that?’ Sam said. “People with common sense?” Jordan said, rolling her eyes. “Hey,” she said, giving a sweet smile to Jack.

“Hello Jordan, hello Sam,” he said. “What do we owe the pleasure?” Sam asked. “Yeah what brings God himself at our door?” “I wanted to see you guys. Have fun without having to worry about Gabriel or Micheal or Lucifer,” he said. “Because we don’t have to anymore,” he said.

“So Lucifer and Micheal they are still dead?” Sam asked. “Oh no, but I have it taken care of. Micheal and Adam wanted to be together, so I gave Micheal a body,” he said. I looked at him concerned. “Oh don’t worry, he was already dead.” “Thank you Jack, that is what we were worried about. What about Lucifer?” I said. “Oh! He has agreed to not be too bad,” Jack said with a proud smile.

“Not to be too bad?” I said. “Lucifer agreed not to be too bad and you said what? ‘Okay sounds good’?” I said. “Dean, don’t be mean,” Cas said. “I’m sorry, Lucifer? As in the Devil? The og fallen angel?” Jordan said in disbelief. “And that’s just no biggie?” “You get used to it,” Sam said, she gave him a side eyed look, but shrugged and said, “Okay.”

“Okay?” I said. “Two seconds ago you were on the verge of a freak out, but now you’re just, okay?” I asked her. “He’s a fucking angel. He fucked a demon,” she said pointing at Sam. “My ex boyfriend is currently possessed by an angel. Just yesterday I was performing surgery to remove flowers from people’s lungs because their crush didn’t like them back,” she said. “How did you know how to do that, by the way?” asked Cas. “Yeah, why were you and Damon the only ones who knew how to perform the surgery?” I asked.

She cocked her eyebrows and said, “I like to read BL on occasion. I happen to have read one about the disease,” she said then shrugged. “It worked,” she said as Sam looked at her with shock. “You performed a risky surgery with no idea if it would actually work?” he said. “Fuck off, it worked,” she said,

“Can we do something together?” Jack said. “Being God is boring a lot of time. I would like to have fun,” he said. “Like a movie?” Cas asked. “Movies are a great time,” said Jordan. “I thought we were going to hang out with your sisters later tonight?” Sam said. “Dude, I get that my sisters are hot, but they aren’t that great,” said Jordan. “Where were you two going to go?” Dean asked. “It’s a bar that usually has professional musicians, but tonight is amateur night,” Jordan said.

“So drunk people who don’t know what they are doing embarrass themselves?” I said. Cas looked at me. “What asshole?” I asked impulsively, the intensity of his stare throwing me off.

“Jack what do you want to do?” he asked Jack. “I want to meet her sisters and have a good time. Then a movie,” he said. “Great!” said Sam. “Dean get your leggings on so we don’t have to pay for drinks!” Sam said, walking to his room. Jordan went in the same direction. “I’ll wait until you and Jordan get done braiding each other’s hair!” I called as she flipped me off and walked backwards. “Dean can I borrow your room to change?” she asked.

“Yeah just don’t make a mess!” I said. “How in Hell would I make a mess?” she said, disappearing behind my door. Leaving Cas and I alone with Jack. “When did you two start kissing?” Jack said. “Shhh!” Cas said. “We haven’t told anyone yet,” he said. “Is it a secret?” Jack asked. “No,” I said, standing a little too close to Cas on purpose. I wasn’t sure what that proved, but it made Cas smile.

“Okay? So when do you two plan to tell them?” Jack asked. “At a better time,” Dean said. Jack looked confused. “Why is now not a good time? Is it because Eileen doesn’t love Sam anymore?” Jack asked. “Really guys?” Sam said, he looked hurt and tired. “How do you know about that?” Sam asked Jack. “I’m God?” he said confused.

Sam sighed and said, “Why are you three talking about me and Eileen anyways?” Just then, as if Jack had willed it himself, Jordan came in half singing, half screaming, “Shot through the heart and your to blame! You give love a bad name!” Her phone’s speakers desperately tried to match her volume and enthusiasm, but failed. “Why do you all look so mad?” she said as she slipped on a shoe. “I thought we were going out to have fun?” she said. “Why so glum chums?” she asked in a fake British accent.

Sam tried to glare at her, but she poked him in the side. “C’mon Sammy boy, this was your idea.” He smiled despite himself. Sam may still love Eileen but maybe him having some sort of relationship with Jordan will help? She seems to work wonders. She had a way with people that I didn’t quite get. Maybe it’s because instead of dealing with her issues, she projects all her energy into helping others. I hate to admit that I have benefited from that. It makes her feel better, so I guess it’s not that big of an issue.

She looked at us all. “Well are we just going to stand around or are we going to go laugh at some poor drunk souls? C’mon the baby wants some fun,” she said, wrapping her arms around Jack as he smiled.

She had three personalities. Dr. Blake, cold and annoyed. Jordan, my friend, willing to do anything to help me. And this version, the one who just wants to be happy. I wondered which version her sisters knew. Or if they had a whole other version they kept to themselves?

Either way, Jordan Blake was a welcome, if not sudden friend. She was a bit of a mystery, but we all have a past. Now was a time to look towards the future.

The future where I watch as drunk girls sing off key to “I Want it That Way”. Cas was confused, but amused as Jack danced badly with Jordan. She motioned for Cas and me to join their merry band of idiots, but I declined and descreetly held Cas’ hand under a table.

Sam joined the two of them until they heard, “Jordan! Sam! You two came!” It was Jordan’s older sister, Elise, I think that’s her name. She was wearing a short, tight-fitting dress. It was cheata print and her hair was wild. She still looked pretty, though.

Then came Timothy. She was younger, much younger. Maybe mid 20’s. She was wearing a floural, collared shirt. She didn’t look like her sisters. She wasn’t as pale and Jordan, nor was she tall and slim like El. She had black hair and two different colored eyes. She had a personality of a lawer or a salesman. She was persuasive. She had quite the personality from what I have heard.

She came and sat with Cas and I. “You old enough to drink?” I asked her with a laugh. She had an oddly young look about her. “You young enough for this?” she said, kicking our hands under the table. “You’re not slick old man,” she said. “Hello Cas,” she said, smiling sweetly at him. “Hello Timmy,” he said.

She ordered herself a beer and watched as Jordan danced with Sam and El. “Why don’t you two show them how it’s done?” she asked. “I don’t dance sweetheart,” I said. “Me neither,” she said as Jack sat down. “The music is terrible here,” said Timmy. It was playing an Adel song while they waited for the next brave or drunk person to come up.

“I like it,” said Jack as he took a drink of his beer. “Who’s the kid?” she asked. Cas smiled a little and I let out a small laugh. “This kid,” Cas said. “Is God.” She laughed but then realized that we were serious. “You’re kidding right? This literal baby is God?” Jack nodded with enthusiasm. “Well damn, hallelujah,” she said, raising her beer and drinking the rest of it.

“Guess I can’t be surprised anymore, with Ben being an angel now,” she said. Ben was Jordan’s ex boyfriend. “Did the angel tell you their name?” Cas asked. “No, he never stays around for long. Says Jordan makes him sick,” she shrugged as Jordan squealed as Sam picked her up, upside down and spun her. “The bastard.” Timmy said.

She looked at her older sisters. She gave a smile as El yelled to her, “I love this song!” “Don’t be the youngest,” she said. “You’re the only one with brain cells.”

After a moment, a young server came up to Timmy. “Hello Princess,” he said. “Fuck off,” she said. He slammed his hand on the table, making the four of us jump. “I said ‘Hello Princess’,” he said. “And she said ‘Fuck off’,” Jack said. His eyes flashed black. Jack took his hand and removed the demon with ease.

It was then that Jack said, “It’s movie time now.” The next thing we all knew, we were at the bunker. El looked around confused. Jordan looked around. “What in Hell?” she asked. “Demons,” said Jack. “The place was full of them.” “Damn,” said Jordan. “So we just left all those humans to fall victim to them?” El said. “No they all left after I smiled the one after...” he trailed off. “Never mind that. Let’s have fun here,” said Jack.

I would argue, but Jordan plopped on the couch as El laid across her. “Where are we and ho am I supposed to get back to my car?” “They’re already here,” said Jack. El nodded. “How are you already drunk?” Jordan asked El. “How are you still stupid?” she asked. “Okay,” she said pushing her off. “I think I’d better get her back,” Timmy said. “What about the demons?” Jack asked. “With God on my side?” she asked, messing up his hair. “I don’t think I have much to worry about. Purse dog, Moose, Squirrel, would one of you tell me where our car is?” Timmy asked as my heart dropped.

“I’ll show you,” Jordan said, picking up her sister from the ground. “See you later boys,” she said. “Maybe we can have some real fun next time. Thanks for keeping my sister for me!”

Sam, Cas, and I looked at each other. “Moose and Squirrel?” Cas said. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence?” Sam said. “I hope so,” said Dean. “She isn’t possessed,” said Jack. “But she isn’t human. Not fully,” he said. “What about Jordan?” Cas asked. “She’s safe, and as far as I could tell, so are her sisters,” he said, finding a seat on the couch.

“I think we should forget about that for now and watch a movie. I’ll have to go back to Heaven soon,” Jack said, giving us puppy eyes.

I was too tired to argue and so Cas and I sat on the couch as Jordan entered. “Can I pick?” Jack asked. “Go a head kid,” said Sam. “Go nuts,” I said. “Not too nuts. You know the blocked variety of movies,” said Cas. “Guys you do know you’re talking to God, right?” Jordan said as Jack looked for a movie.

He found a movie and about half way through, Jordan discreetly whispered something into Sam’s ear. He looked at me and gave a sly grin. Him and Jordan left the room. Jack had fallen asleep. I knew he didn’t need sleep or anything humans need, but I think he misses it. I think he hated being God. I saw him give what he calls “Googly eyes” at Timmy. He was God, but he was still Jack all the same.

Cas and I were close together on the couch, but it felt stiff. I didn’t want to go straight into holding his hand, and every time we, uhh cuddle, I’m the one who is being held, and I didn’t want that to be the norm.

God this is embarrassing. Why am I being such a pussy? That being said, I couldn’t just grab Cas up and yell at him to cuddle with me. So I did what every self respecting pussy would do. I did the cliche yawn arm thing.

At first, I didn’t know what Cas was going to do, but he soon leaned into it. I was stiff, but after my heart slowed and the burn in my cheeks cooled, I relaxed too. “Hey,” Cas said. “Yeah?” I said. “Why don’t we let Jack have the couch, and we go to bed?” he said. I kissed his forehead and nodded.

I woke up Jack and moved him to the couch. We went to bed. Cas was sitting at his usual spot at the end of my bed. “Uhh Cas?” I said. “Yes?” he said, taking off his shoes. “I’m about to change.” I said, heart pounding. “Okay?” Cas said, sitting cris cross on the bed. “Okay? So don’t look!” I said.

He smiled at me. “What?” I said. “You’re blushing,” he said. I threw my shoe at him while he laughed. “Seriously man,” I said. “I won’t,” he said turning around. I quickly changed into some sweat pants and told him he can turn around.

I crawled in bed. He sat at the foot of the bed. It was cool that night. I knew angels didn’t get cold, but I craved his touch. Gross right? I’m king of no chick flick moments but this felt like a chick flick moment to me. “Cas? If you wanna-I mean-you can-“ He seemed to get the message because he got under the blanket on the other side of me. We were nose to nose.

This was definitely a chick flick moment, but you know what? I kissed him as he ran his hands through my hair. “Dean,” he whispered in between kisses. “Cas.” This was perfect. He is beautiful. I was finally happy. I had my brother and my dog. I had Jack, and I had my new sense of self worth. But most of all I had Cas. I had my boyfriend. I had the love of my life.

I had all the night, our limbs intertwined, and our hearts in sync. Yep this was a chick flick moment, but maybe, I thought as sweat rolled off my forehead and I looked him in his perfect blue eyes. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all. But ugh that’s corny as hell.

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thetvmoviefan · 5 years ago

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Nabrina FanFics Part 8

Sabrina Spellman & Nicholas Scratch (Nick Scratch) FanFics MASTERLIST

Updated: March 5, 2020 (3/05/2020)

AND so guys we’re back to another hiatus this time we’re waiting for the last part of the season Part 4. How did everyone feel about Part 3, it was definitely A LOT. But every OTP there’s bound to be angst and journey, it only makes them stronger in the end. Anyways, while the show just officially finished Part 4 Filming (2/22/20) we’re all anxiously waiting for renewal and the announcement of when Part 4 will air. Here’s a newly updated list of Current and NEW Nabrina FanFics for anyone waiting for our POWER couple to comeback.

As Always have a Wicked or Hell-ish time with these fics and ENJOY!!!!

Fics in order by Last Update: 3/05/2020

[Key: AU=Alternate Reality - AH=All Human/All Mortal - * = New Fics to List]

1. “If You Let Me”*

Author: bunivy aka @bunivys

Summary: After pouring all of her time and effort into obtaining a law degree in the city, Sabrina Spellman moves back to Greendale for one last summer before she departs for good. She's fully intent on enjoying her stay in her hometown, even deciding to pick up a part-time job at her Aunt Hilda's cafe to save up some money. The only problem is that the boy in the bookstore across the way is one she's had some not-so-good history with and it's becoming increasingly harder to ignore him. Before long, she finds herself exploring the complexities of old high-school grudges and what-ifs, all while trying to sort out her present-day relationship with the boy she has long since deemed as non-existent.Meanwhile, Nicholas Scratch wonders if it would just be easier to remain non-existent. AU/AH - Rated Mature - Chapters 7/? - Last Update 3/04/2020

2. “When the Bones Are Good”*

Author: sarahkwut

Summary: Sabrina Spellman is enjoying her life as a normal teenager. Sabrina Morningstar is reigning Hell with an iron fist. Ambrose Spellman is searching for a solution to bring them back together and close the time loop, Sabrina's wishes be damned. And Nicholas Scratch? He's faced down his own demons and he's desperate for redemption.Except the clock is ticking.On time and Terrors. (Part 4 Fic) - Rated General - Chapters 1/? - Last Update 3/02/2020

3. “I knew you were trouble”

Author: Miss_Kath90 aka @misskath90

Summary: Sabrina didn’t know that being away from home for the first time could be so hard.Away from her aunts, friends and her-lifelong-boyfriend, Sabrina have to deal with the nostalgia but also with the new challenges College's life mean: get used to share a room with a not-so-nice roommate, put up with long hours of study and very few of sleep, learn to live from pre-cooked meals instead of her aunt Hilda’s homemade ones, find balance between her studies and her new social life… And resist the temptation a certain Nicholas Scratch mean for her. AU/AH - Rated Mature - Chapters 14/? - Last Update 2/22/2020

4. “I Need to Know”*

Author: raeinthedark

Summary: Love isn't that easy to erase... and that song is on again. Rated General - Chapters 1/1 - Last Update 2/29/2020

5. “Cruel Summer”*

Author: thoughtsaboutshows @thoughtsaboutshows

Summary: A mix between AU and Cannon, where the young members of the Church of Night also attend Baxter High. The young witches and warlocks then go to the Unseen Arts Summer Camp to bolster their gifts. However Sabrina, being half mortal, only began attending after her Dark Baptism. To the mortals of Greendale, Unseen Arts Camp was for the wealthy. An elite sector of the Baxter High youth that attended a camp deep in the Greendale Wood far upstream of Sweetwater River. Many had tried to find and break in, but none have succeeded. To the mortals, the divide between the camp attendees and the not was of money and status. When in fact, the difference lay with light vs. night.Set between two timelines- the present and the summer, Sabrina attends camp for the first time and grows closer to Nick only for them to be torn apart as school starts. Rated Mature - Chapters 4/? - Last Update 2/27/2020

6. “The Institute for Divine Craft”

Author: rayo aka @its-nabrina-bitch

Summary: After a humiliating spat with Father Blackwood pushes Sabrina away from her witching life and the Academy, Madam Satan crafts an alternative solution to move Sabrina Spellman further down the path of night. Ultimately leading her to the Institute for the Divine Craft. A handsome Headmaster with mysterious ties to her father, convinces Sabrina to abandon her mortal life, and cultivate her abilities as a child of the Church of Lucifer. AU - Rated Mature - Chapters 18/? - Last Update 2/27/2020

7. “My Lover of Blood and Milk”*

Author: Unseemingowl aka @unseemingowl

Summary: It didn’t feel as though it had only been a few hours since she had made her way to the Greendale woods for Lupercalia. As she sat there, shivering in her muddied and bloodied silk slip, it felt as if a completely different person had made her way back out of the forest...... Or how Sabrina struggles with lust and trust after her disastrous Lupercalian night with Nick. Rated Mature - Chapters 2/4 - Last Update 2/26/2020

8. “Off The Record - One Shots”

Author: sarahkwut

Summary: Missing scenes from completed piece, 'Off The Record.'AU/AH - Not Rated - Chapters 4/? - Last Update 2/23/2020

9. “I hurt myself today”

Author: ssteelatoms

Summary: After everything he's endured, Nick Scratch decides he can't hold on any longer. Rated Mature - Chapters 1/1 - Last Update 2/23/2020

10. “Be True To Your School”

Author: rayo aka @its-nabrina-bitch

Summary: Nicholas Scratch is the Golden Boy™ of Baxter High; star athlete, top of his class academically, and devastatingly handsome. Sabrina Spellman sees Sophomore year as an opportunity to expand her horizons; joining the cheerleading squad, running for student council, and making new friends along the way while working to maintain her relationships with her old friends. What Sabrina Spellman doesn't know: sophomore year is about to turn her world upside-down. Rated T - Chapters 6/? - Last Update 2/23/2020

11. “Ocean”

Author: sarahkwut

Summary: AU, M-Rated. Nicholas Scratch has everything working in his favor. He's got a decent job as a history teacher, his roommate Melvin is always up for video games and getting high, and Sabrina Spellman lets him mess up her sheets frequently. Sabrina knows Nick isn't good for her, but she can't stay away, no matter how hard it is to pretend she's completely okay with their casual arrangement. But when life takes an unexpected curve, Nick is forced to face a new normal he doesn't know how to navigate. And Sabrina may or may not be there to help him through it. AU/AH - Rated Mature - Chapters 27/27 - COMPLETED 2/10/2020

12. “I’ll be there”*

Author: Miss_Kath90 aka @misskath90

Summary: She couldn’t stop looking at him, since she had recovered him from the claws of the Dark Lord, she felt unable to be apart from him and had to admit that part of her was afraid he would disappear if she moved from his side. And Sabrina wouldn't let anyone or anything separate him from her again. Never. Rated Mature - Chapters 1/1 - Last Update 1/30/2020

13. “Walk away”*

Author: Miss_Kath90 aka @misskath90

Summary: Pain. Could he someday escape the pain? He sometimes thought it impossible. It was strange, his relationship with the pain, it was an enemy and a friend. The pain numbed him. The pain didn’t let him sleep. The pain hurt him and soothed him. It was unhealthy, the way the pain helped him relieve the pain. But it was the only thing he had left. Rated T - Chapters 1/1 - Last Update 1/27/2020

14. “To Hell and Back”*

Author: sarahkwut

Summary: Sabrina was successful in her efforts to retrieve Nick from Hell, but the damage - physical and emotional - is deep. Sometimes, the only way to heal is to go your separate ways and trust things will work themselves out in the end. (Written before Part 3 - an alternate take on how Nick recovers from his time in Hell - with and without Sabrina). Rated Mature - Chapters 3/3 - Last Update 1/26/2020

15. “The Morning(star) After”*

Author: rayo aka @its-nabrina-bitch

Summary: A Painful NickxSabrina Reunion Rated T - Chapters 1/3 - Last Update 1/24/2020

16. “My only love sprung from my only hate”

Author: filmharlot

Summary: High School AU where Nick is based on the version of him that Sabrina creates in her dream during the Batibat episode. Harvey and Sabrina have broken up and don't want to work together on the Romeo and Juliet assignment in Drama class, so she ends up being partners with Nick AU - Not Rated - Chapters 8/? - Last Update 1/19/2020

17. ”Ground Beneath Her Feet”

Author: mindlesshappy aka @feministstree

Summary: Sabrina is born out of a miracle - one that she wishes would repeat for her, but when she is destined for someone else, how much can she resist before her heart decides to give in. Alternatively, Nick is Sabrina's soulmate, but she really just wants Harvey to be it. Also, in the backseat are all the other possible ships, getting their own soulmate glories. Rated T - Chapters 17/? - Last Update 1/17/2020

18. “A very witchy Christmas”*

Author: Miss_Kath90 aka @misskath90

Summary: Just a bit of silly Christmas fluff that I couldn’t help but write, placed in the series universe after a huge jump in time. Not Rated - Chapters 1/1 - Last Update 12/25/2019

19. “Mortal Little Christmas”*

Author: HeartsInJeopardy

Summary: ‘Twas the night before Christmas – and the first for Nick Scratch - but Sabrina’s holiday movie was not a good match. Rated T - Chapters 2/2 - Last Update 12/21/2019

20. “Lessons in the Unseen”

Author: bunivy aka @bunivys

Summary: Academy Teachers AU. Sabrina Spellman lives as simple a life as a half-mortal half-witch can. Despite her dislike for the headmaster, she enjoys spending her time teaching Ritual Magic at the Academy of Unseen Arts, hoping to positively shape the minds of young witches and warlocks. However, with the sudden dreadful announcement of her aunt Zelda's engagement and the appearance of one mysterious - and strikingly handsome - Nicholas Scratch, Sabrina finds that her life is not so simple anymore. Or all that safe. AU - Rated Mature - Chapters 32/32 - COMPLETED 12/17/2019

21. “Just a Little Obsessed”*

Author: eyerys

Summary: Nicholas has developed a tinie-tiny crush on Sabrina. Nothing like major or whatever. It's not like he thinks about her all the time or daydreams about what it would be like to be with her or how cool she is. No, not at all.Sabrina doesn't have a crush on Nick. No, not at all. Uh-uh. She has Harvey. Sweet and loving Harvey Kinkle. But for some reason, she can't help but find her mind wandering. Rated T - Chapters 1/1 - Last Update 12/13/2019

22. “As The Moon Rises”*

Author: venzaren

Summary: Sabrina Spellman is tired.Tired of living a double life. Tired of facing discrimination at the hands of her pack. Tired of dealing with her status as an Omega. And most of all, she's tired of people hounding her about finding her mate.Then Nick Scratch returns to Greendale. AU - Rated General - Chapters 1/? - Last Update 12/07/2019

23. “Thirteen Memories”

Author: tempestbreak

Summary: (Set at the end of Season 2) Sabrina and her friends go to Hell and rescue Nick -- but what happens when that's the easy part?It turns out, having the Dark Lord inside your mind for months can do some damage, and Nick comes back different. His memories of the events leading up to his sacrifice, including his relationship with Sabrina, are gone. How can Sabrina help him regain his memories of their time together when she's not even sure she trusts her own? Rated Mature - Chapters 6/? - Last Update 11/02/2019

24. “But The Greatest Is Love”

Author: sarahkwut

Summary: The acheron captured Lucifer Morningstar, but their problems are far from over. The coven is decimated, the Church of Night is no more, Father Blackwood is on the run, and Nick and Sabrina's relationship is in ruins. How do they pick up the pieces and move on? There are more questions than answers and the consequences could be of biblical proportions. Rated Mature - Chapters 25/25 - COMPLETED 10/28/2019

25. “Back to You”

Author: nadiaselite

Summary: Sabrina brings Nick back from hell. Rated T - Chapters 1/1 - Last Update 10/11/2019

26. “The Open Road”

Author: paradiamond

Summary: Nick wants her back, and he’s willing to do whatever it takes. In fact, he insists on it. Rated T - Chapters 1/1 - Last Update 9/22/2019

27. “The words “I love you” aren’t enough”*

Author: Miss_Kath90

Summary: “Look at me, Nick” he was reluctant but when he finally looked up she took his face in her hands making him unable to look away “What you did that day… Nick, you sacrificed yourself for my sake, even when I mistreated you and told you all those horrible things. You did it for me, because you love me… Don’t you see? You’re incapable of being evil.”Or... Sabrina gets her boyfriend back but things don’t go as smoothly as she thinks they will. Rated Mature - Chapters 1/1 - Last Update 9/22/2019

28. “Mission: Let’s get my boyfriend back”

Author: My_Evak_Heart

Summary: Sabrina and the Fright Club ventures on their first mission: getting Nick back from Hell Not Rated - Chapters 1/1 - Last Update 9/7/2019

29. “Jealousy is a killer”

Author: Melissa1226

Summary: Will Sabrina and Nick Start something new? and who is watching them from the shadow full of jealousy? Rated Mature - Chapters 8/? - Last Update 8/28/2019

30. “The Jock”

Author: mikaila_ealum

Summary: An Alternate Universe where Nicholas Scratch is Baxter High’s quarterback along with one of the most popular boys at school. With few knowing the truth, Scratch is living a double life as a warlock at the Academy of Unseen Arts. Sabrina takes a hiatus from the Academy to get more in touch with her mortal side. When Sabrina gets back she becomes partners with Nicholas for a project in theatre class. AU - Chapters 8/? - Last Update 8/07/2019

31. “act 5, scene 2 (thou and i are too wise to woo peaceably)”

Author: ghostemo aka @wickedscratch

Summary: When Sabrina Spellman rose to a challenge issued by Prudence Night, she never imagined she’d actually make the varsity cheer squad - or that doing so would upend life as she knew it. Now she has to navigate her new role within the social hierarchy of hell -er Baxter High as well as trying to get her boyfriend to actually communicate. It certainly doesn’t help that she’s been paired up with the annoyingly handsome Nicholas Scratch, captain of Greendale’s beloved football team, for a project in her theater class. It’s exactly as, if not more so, cliche as it sounds. AU/AH - Rated T - Chapters 3/? - 7/25/2019

32. “Off the Record”

Author: sarahkwut

Summary: AU. Detective Nicholas Scratch left New York for Greendale in desperate need of a change of scenery. The small town takes some getting used to, but local reporter Sabrina Spellman quickly grabs his attention. It's the fresh start he needed until Greendale's residents start turning up dead. With a murderer on the loose, no one is innocent - and anyone might be next. AU/AH - Rated Mature - Chapters 29/29 - COMPLETED 7/22/2019

33. “Bring You Close To Me”

Author: BridgetMcKennitt

Summary: Sabrina and her friends managed to bring Nicholas back from Hell. There was a lot the two of them needed to discuss, but tonight, they had this. Rated E Mature - Chapters 1/1 - One Shot - Last Update 7/13/2019

34. “A Brief Moment”

Author: bunivy aka @bunivys

Summary: Ever since he's returned from Hell, Nicholas Scratch has been having nightmares. With help from Aunt Hilda, Sabrina unknowingly shows him a light and for a moment, Nicholas knows everything will be okay. Rated General - Chapters 1/1 - One Shot - Last Update 6/24/2019

35. “To Hell and Back”

Author: swtnerdgirl

Summary: A year has passed since Sabrina and her friends rescued Nick from Hell. No one came back the same. They all had their scars. Some emotionally. Some physically. In the days leading to Hilda's wedding, they all prepare for their lives to change and heal their wounds. Rated Mature - Chapters 16/? - Last Update 6/06/2019

36. “Dead Witch Walking”

Author: rayo aka @its-nabrina-bitch

Summary: Faced with the possibility of being harrowed to death by her classmates, Sabrina finds an escape. Rated E Mature - Chapters 1/1 - One Shot - Last Update 5/26/2019

37. “Moonlight Beneath Rough Lips”

Author: ivylikeveins

Summary: After the encounter with the thirteen witches of Greendale, Sabrina enters the dining hall with moonlight locks bathed in soft blue hues, and Nick does not know what to do. He ends up with a soft and small Sabrina pressed into his chest, sleeping, and wrapped around his very much over-sized jacket with Nick's lips pressed into the soft, pearly strands he wants his soul to get entangled within. Rated Mature - Chapters 1/1 - One Shot - Last Update 5/19/2019

38. “The Hunt”

Author: OnlyInAutumn

Summary: Nick howled into the night, up at the stars to signify that he was ready on the eve of Lupercalia, the darkness of midnight around them. The first sound of the horn sent them into the forest. The hunt had begun. Rated E Mature - Chapters 1/1 - One Shot - Last Update 5/11/2019

39. “Secrets, Secrets are no Fun”

Author: filmharlot

Summary: Sabrina is the new kid for the first time in her life. Choosing to go to the Academy full-time seems to be a hard transition than she was expecting. With the Weird Sisters harassment at an all-time high, dealing with leaving her mortal friend's and condescending teachers, Sabrina is suffering. She's not even allowed to have Salem for comfort. It's not all bad though. She is finally free to do magic whenever she wants, and there's a charming warlock who is being particularly nice to her. Plus, someone is leaving kind gifts on her bed at the end of the night. She just wishes she knew who it was. Not Rated - Chapters 1/? - Last Update 5/06/2019

40. “Unsettled Nighttime Creatures”

Author: mindlesshappy

Summary: We all know Sabrina is going to save Nick. This is how Nick reacts to being saved - which, spoilers alert - is like a very stupid warlock. Rated T - Chapters 5/5 - Completed 4/25/2019

41. “Selfless”

Author: sarahwut

Summary: Sabrina Spellman dragged Nicholas Scratch back from Hell. But Hell might be better than a world in which they aren't together. Rated General - Chapters 1/1 - One Shot - Completed 4/23/2019

42. “Homecoming”

Author: cherrystems

Summary: After several months Sabrina is able to get Nick back from Hell with the help of her family and friends. However, Nick has to adjust to Earth again while dealing with PTSD and anxiety. This tells the story of the growth of Sabrina and Nick's relationship over the recovery time. Not Rated - Chapters 3/? - Last Update 4/20/2019

43. “Under Your Spell”

Author: londonmarie

Summary: Sabrina doesn't hesitate to have her Dark Baptism and things go differently. Rated T - Chapters 10/? - Last Update 4/18/2019

44. “Photographs”

Author: Greyowl9831

Summary: It's been at least 150 years since Sabrina signed her name in the Book of the Beast. One day she finds an old photo album. Will the memories it contains be a great walk down memory lane or will it be more than she can bare? Not Rated - Chapters 4/? - Last Update 4/14/2019

45. “An itch That Needed Scratching”

Author: umbrellacorp

Summary: What if Nick slayed his familiar and Sabrina and Nick got to experience the last night of the Lupercalia festival alone. Tonight, Sabrina would be transformed. Nick was going to show her power that she never knew she had, an innate carnal power. They were about to become the most powerful union of the Church of Night. Rated E Mature - Chapters 1/1 - One Shot - Last Update 4/13/2019

46. “and I keep waiting (but I won’t say I’m waiting)”

Author: lost_n_stereo @lost-n-stereo

Summary: You would think that it would hurt less as the days go by, since it’s been nearly two years since Nick sacrificed himself for the greater good and Lilith took him to hell. Except, he didn’t sacrifice himself for the greater good, he sacrificed himself for her. And that makes it a hell of a lot tougher to let go. Rated General - Chapters 1/1 - One Shot - Last Update 4/10/2019

47. “The Four Pictures”

Author: Copper_16

Summary: It’s been 10 years. Nick and Sabrina are teachers at the Academy along with some familiar faces. It’s been a decade there can’t be that much chaos anymore, right? Wrong. Rated T - Chapters 3/? - Last Update 4/09/2019

48. “Fire”

Author: OnlyInAutumn

Summary: Their power—together—was overwhelming. It was something that she had not felt either, the consuming feeling of expanding power. It was entirely addicting. Rated Mature - Chapters 2/2 - Completed 3/24/2019

49. “something I can believe”

Author: Anry

Summary: Missing scene after Sabrina's baptism. I wouldn't say that it's really a relationship here, just conversation. Rated General - Chapters 1/1 - One Shot - Last Update 1/25/2019

AND THERE YOU GO AGAIN!!!

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But seriously these writers work hard on these stories and truly deserve the encouragement and love for their hard work with these amazing stories. Giving a simple “Love the chapter, can’t wait for more” will keep them going. So make sure to show your love by leaving comments our sharing their stories with other Nabrina Shippers or just CAOS fans.

If anyone has any other suggestions for the list feel free to message me :).

ANYWAYS ENJOY!!!! LET THE PART 4 WAIT BEGIN

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smallest-clown · 5 years ago

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Fuck it, I love you

Reddie fanfiction

2903 words

Summary: Accepting your feelings for someone is hard, especially when everyone knows you love them.

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Quick glances, quicker heartbeat, his mouth moves faster than his brain, he insults Eddie’s mom. Quick glances, shortened breath, wheezing, inhaler pump, Richie asking if he’s ok in a teasing voice, but both of them hearing the concern behind it. Staying up all night thinking of him, tiredly playing street fighter the next day, carrying a first aid kit in his bag, hand sanitizer bottles hidden everywhere. Thinking of him in class, he hides a notebook doodled with his name from his mom, he keeps comic books for him, keeps a glasses repair kit in both of his fanny packs. Constant teasing, constant jokes at each other’s expense.

The cycle repeats.

The other losers noticed quickly. This little game these two played wasn’t fooling anyone. But none of them said anything, wanting to keep their friends secret.

Beverly was the first to find out. She noticed it when they were in the clubhouse one day. Instead of arguing and yelling at each other, the boys were calm. Eddie even was as quiet as a church mouse as he slipped into the hammock with Richie. That’s when the first thought of it came to her. She kept it to herself.

Next was Mike. He went over to Eddie’s once to talk about their science homework. Eddie’s mom wasn’t home that day. He came in to find Richie and Eddie practically on top of each other, watching some dumb movie. Neither of the boys reacted when he walked in, just asking if he wanted to join. Mike clued in then, but like Bev, kept it to himself.

Third and fourths were Ben and Stan. They caught on when Eddie got his cast taken off. The week leading up to it, Richie kept calling him lover. He said that it was him teasing him for the “stupid name on his dumb ass cast”, but the boys didn’t believe him. One night, while the two were talking, Ben mentioned it. Stan agreed that the two were getting oddly closer. The animosity between them had fizzled out. It wasn’t just them mindlessly teasing each other anymore. There was something else behind it. As if their words were a desperate attempt to keep the lid of the chest closed. Each insult, each joke, a nail keeping it shut tightly. But the losers could see the nails were getting smaller, and holding very little shut.

Next was Bill. He had found out when the losers held a meeting in the clubhouse without the boys in question. The matter at hand? How to get Richie and Eddie to realize they’re in love with each other. Bill was taken aback. In love? Rich and Ed? Impossible! Totally out of the question! Completely….true. The dots aligned perfectly. Everything made sense. Eddie would put himself in the most disgusting situation he could manage if it meant he could spend some time with Richie, and Richie would give up his afternoons playing street fighter to spend time with Eddie. Both boys would never do that for anyone else, ever. The meeting had inconclusive results, the losers just deciding that the boys will tell each other when they’re ready.

Richie was the last to find out, and he had found out in what could quite possibly be the most Richie way possible. He was home one day, practicing another accent, thinking about how much Eddie will hate it. But then his mind shifted. He didn’t want Eddie to hate it. He wanted to make Eddie laugh. He wanted to see that wide-open smile on his face. He wanted to hear his cute little wheezy laugh, with little snickers and him trying to catch his breath. He wanted to see his little nose scrunch up and his wide smile. He wanted to see his eyes with tears of joy in them, somehow looking even prettier than before. He wanted to see Eddie happy, cause whenever he was happy Richie was happy. He loved seeing Eddie happy. He loved Eddie. And god damn if that thought didn’t hit Richie like a baseball bat to the head, nothing would’ve. Richie collapsed to his bathroom floor and started panicking. No. Oh god no. He couldn’t like guys. He couldn’t be gay. No, no that’s impossible. He’s not some fag. No, he’s not some fairy. No guy could ever make him not straight. That’s impossible. Nothing made sense anymore.

That night, he threw everything that made him think of Eddie in a box and hid it under his bed. Anything the boy had given him, anything that he got with the boy, anything he kept to keep Eddie comfortable, locked away and hidden. He stayed in the arcade for a full week, not talking to any of the losers. He just told himself he needed to take time for himself. The only time that the group saw him is when they went to the arcade to find him, but they just saw him run out the door. None of them chased him. They let him go. They agreed amongst themselves that Richie needed some time to clear himself. Eddie had to hide the sick feeling in his chest, the ball in his throat that wouldn’t go away. He just took his inhaler and put on more hand sanitizer, claiming it was just the dirt outside that was getting to him.

Eddie was hurt. He didn’t know what he did wrong. Richie had just stopped being nice to him, and he thought he was at fault. He was so mad at himself for getting too close. Richie probably thought that he was being weird and didn’t like it, so he pushed him away. Eddie was crushed, his best friend was gone. He knew that he had feelings for Richie a while ago, but never said anything in fear of everyone leaving. If anyone found out he’d get beaten to a pulp at school. Worst, if his mother found out, he’d be sent to a “pray your gay away” camp before you could say Leviticus 20. He went home, putting his stupid notebook in the bottom of one of his drawers under all his clothes so no one could find it and pilling all the comics on a shelf he couldn’t reach without a step stool, and therefore out of his eyesight.

Two weeks after Richie had abandoned the losers, Beverly caught Eddie crying in the clubhouse. He was sitting in the hammock, bawling to himself. He felt so cold sitting there alone.

“What’s up, Ed’s?”

She asked, lighting a cigarette. Eddie jumped, scared that someone had found him. He quickly wiped away his tears.

“N-nothing, just my allergies.”

He said shakily. Bev’s heart hurt watching this boy. She knew what was wrong.

“Do you mind if I get in the hammock with you?”

She asked in the softest tone Eddie had ever heard her use. He nodded. She quickly put out her cigarette. Beverly climbed into the hammock and pulled the boy into a hug. Eddie’s vision was blurring again as more tears fell. He didn’t stop them. Beverly held him as he cried, rubbing his back lovingly to keep him calm. The last thing they needed right now was him having an asthma attack.

“I’m sorry.”

He whispered into her neck. Bev chuckled softly.

“You have no reason to say that Ed, it’s ok to be upset.”

She paused, taking in a slight breath.

“Have you heard from him at all?”

Eddie asked, his voice so quiet Bev almost didn’t hear him. She shook her head. Eddie pushed himself farther into the girl.

“I-i don’t know what I did wrong. He just left. It-it’s all my fault, Bev! He hates me.”

Eddie said shakily. Beverly quickly shushed him.

“Dude, don’t think like that. Richie is just being a dick because he thinks we’ll judge him. He’s trying to drown his feelings in street fighter.”

She cupped Eddie’s cheek.

“You did nothing wrong. If you did, you know he would’ve yelled at you until you either started crying or just left. Richie probably doesn't want to hurt you or any of us so he's distancing himself.”

She explained. Eddie sighed the slightest smile on his face.

“Alright, thanks, Bev.”

Beverly smiled back, giving Eddie two quick slaps to his cheek.

“No problem Eds.”

Eddie laughed. The two jumped out of the hammock.

“Let’s get out of here. It’s supposed to rain soon and god knows how musty it’s going to get in here. Oh and Eddie?”

The boy turned to face her after picking up his bag.

“I won’t tell anyone about this, it’ll be our secret.”

Eddie was walking home from the chat with Bev when he finally got to see Richie again, but it wasn’t the way he was hoping for. As Eddie passed the arcade and made his way down his street, he saw a barely standing body limping its way on the sidewalk. He didn’t think much of it, just another junkie probably, but when he noticed the curly black hair and that stupid Hawaiian shirt that was stained with blood, panic filled him.

“Richie! Oh my god! Holy fuck!”

He yelled as he ran up to the boy. Richie barely had the energy to turn around to face Eddie. Once he did finally see who it was, panic set it. He wanted to do nothing but run away full speed, but he was sadly physically incapable of doing so.

“Richie stop walking right now! You need help!”

Richie finally stopped moving, and immediately fell onto the lawn next to him. Eddie got there as quickly as he fell, helping him back up onto his feet.

“Oh god, Richie! What happened?! You know what doesn’t matter right now. You’re coming home with me.”

Eddie exclaimed frantically, basically carrying Richie. His feet were barely touching the ground as he was dragged to his friend’s house. Richie’s heart was beating as fast as it could without exploding. He didn’t want to go home with Eddie. He didn’t want to spend time with him. But, it was probably the only way to get himself fixed up.

The boys made it to Eddie’s house. Ed carried Richie to the backyard, not willing to bring any blood that could possibly stain something in his house.

“My mom won’t be home for another 2 hours, you can stay with me until then.”

Richie nodded, not making eye contact at all. Eddie quickly ran up the steps and into his room, grabbing the first aid kit he kept under his bed. He came back outside, it clutched in his arms.

“Um, ok can you take that shirt off? Please. I need to be able to see every part of you to make sure I don’t miss anything.”

Richie just nodded. No joking comment, no gay slur. He just nodded and took his shirt off. Eddie had to stop his gasp when he saw the bruising. Richie took his bloodied shirt and threw it onto the ground in front of them. Eddie was quick to work, using the gauze pads to wipe away the blood coming from the boy’s nose and mouth, getting him to rinse it out with water so he could make sure all his teeth were still in place. Then he sanitized all the scrapes, placing band-aids on them.

“You want to tell me what happened?”

Eddie asked as if a parent about to scold their child. Silence. Eddie sighed and stopped what he was doing.

“Richie, please talk to me. I’m sorry for whatever I did, but I need you to be my friend again. Rich, please.”

Richie didn’t make eye contact, but he didn’t need it to know Eddie was upset.

“They beat me up, Ed.”

He barely mumbled. Eddie didn’t say anything, just finished putting on the last bandage.

“Bowers and his fucking group of assholes beat me up. They thought I was flirting with his cousin. I wasn’t. But they fucking beat me up.”

He explained angrily. Eddie kept his mouth shut.

“I was trying so hard! I thought I was doing great with hiding it. But then that asshole just went and lied to Bowers saying that I was trying to fuck him! They practically tried to kill me Eds.”

Richie’s eyes filled with tears.

Eddie still kept quiet. He didn’t want to say anything and make Richie feel worse than he already did. Richie didn’t say anything else though, he just started crying.

Eddie gently outstretched his arms, an invitation for Richie to take if he wanted to. He did, throwing himself into his hold and sobbing into his chest. Each inhales stuttered, almost as if he was gasping for air. Eddie just kept holding him, even though he was crying on him, even though there was a possibility that he was still bleeding somewhere, even though this was the easiest way to pass along germs. The more thoughts that Eddie had, the more he just replaced them with the thought of Richie. The thought of Richie smiling, the thought of Richie showing him comic books, the thought of Richie calming him down whenever his mom became too much. Richie was worth more than protecting himself from sickness. Richie was worth more than his fear. And when Richie finally looked up at him, eyes full of tears, lips quivering, his nose and cheeks a blotchy red, Eddie knew that Richie was worth more to him than life itself.

So Eddie finally showed him how much he meant. He cupped his cheeks and pulled him into a kiss. Both of their hearts were beating out of their chests. This was it, the moment the both of them had been craving forever. Chest to chest, lips pressed together, eyes closed, just breathing each other's air. Eddie was waiting for Richie to push him away, but Richie was waiting for Eddie to do the same. Neither did. So Richie wrapped his arms around Eddie, letting one hand tangled in the hair at the back of his head. He deepened the kiss, wanting to bring Eddie closer to him even though it was physically impossible for them to do that.

Eddie kept his hands on Richie’s cheeks, scared of him pulling away. His left thumb gently tracing back and forth on his cheek, causing Richie to smile into the kiss. Everything about what was happening was soft, a new feeling to Richie. He liked it, a lot. Eddie wasn’t rough with him, acting as if he was made of glass. It felt nice to be cherished this way. He felt needed. Richie could hear Eddie breathing harshly through his nose and knew that the boy was struggling to breathe. He debated continuing this until the boy had an asthma attack, but he knew better.

When they finally pulled away, a string of saliva was connected between their mouths. Richie watched as Eddie’s eyes opened and noticed it. Panic took over him. He apologized quickly but ran away. Richie could hear him run up the stairs from the open back door. His heart fell in his chest. He looked at his still stained shirt and just left it there, getting up and chasing Eddie, ready to explain himself and apologize for moving too quickly. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Eddie gargling mouthwash in the upstairs bathroom.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! God, I must seem like a dick! It’s just that like mono is going around and I really don’t want to risk catching it! It’s nothing against you, cause like, you’re really good at kissing and I’m sure you don't have it, but I still want to protect myself and-”

“Eddie, take a breath.”

Richie interrupted a fuzzy feeling in him watching the boy panic. A slight smile came onto Richie’s face watching Eddie take a deep gasping breath. He looked down awkwardly and realized he was still shirtless.

“Do you think I could borrow a shirt?”

Richie asked after a moment. Eddie nodded vigorously, speed walking to his room.

Richie, who was following close behind, walked into the room to be hit in the face with an oversized knit sweater. Eddie giggled.

“Sorry.”

He said through his laugh. Richie just smiled, pulling the sweater on and being surrounded by the smell of Eddie. When he looked up, he saw Eddie looking at him with a worried expression. Richie opened his arms, offering Eddie a hug as he had earlier. Eddie quickly accepted, bounding across the room and throwing himself into Richie’s arms. The boys stood there, just hugging each other.

“You have no idea how long I wanted to do that.”

Eddie whispered. Richie smiled, rubbing his back.

“I’ve spent too many nights crying over you.”

Eddie said.

“Eds, that’s gay.”

Richie said, trying to break this uncomfortable feeling in his chest. Eddie just smiled, chuckling softly.

“Yeah, you can say I’m pretty gay.”

He replied, looking up at Richie. Rich leaned down and quickly kissed Eddie.

“Bro I just brush my teeth!”

“You’re not going to get mono.”

“I might! It’s possible trash mouth!”

“Shut up, Eddie Spaghetti”

“I hate you”

“No, you don’t”

"You're right….I don’t....I love you"

Richie paused, taken aback. He held his breath for a moment, debating if he should say it or not. He was risking it all.....Fuck it!

"I love you too."

***

Note: I’m a bit rusty with my writing so please me nice :)

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everlarkholidaystyle · 5 years ago

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Thank you to @567inpanem for coming up with the prompts…so excited.

The rules are simple chose a prompt write a story, draw a picture, make a meme, make a collage, or a music video, or even a soundtrack to the holidays. And submit it here starting on the Winter Solstice Saturday December 21, 2019 and extending to January 6, 2020 the End of the Holiday season…

Bake Off

*Peeta easily wins best baker title in his district with his special ginger bread recipe. But now he’s baking against the best of the districts! Will he be the Mellark that finally brings the grand title to 12? Intrigue! Deception! Sabotage! Bribery! It’s the grand quarter quell bake off has it all! Who will be crowned top baker and forever enjoy the special 25 yr title, fame glory and fortune! Your host Caesar Flickerman, with guest star taste testers including…Katniss desperate, agrees to work as secret agent, get close to Peeta, steal recipe and plans for a very special top secret gingerbread house, mess up his ingredients, make him oversleep after wild sex, anything necessary to keep him from beating the career district contestant! Will Peeta take home the big prize?

*Story of 1000 origami cranes in one year for luck or wish. Peeta makes 1000 (mockingjay) cookies?

D12 Fall Harvest

*Harvest Festival in D12 provides opportunity for all to not only celebrate bounty but also to give thanks, exchange gifts, participate in matching ceremony in anticipation of annual day of matrimony held on the winter solstice. Snapshot of Peeta and Katniss through the years?

*Harvest Festival is competition like Olympics or Highland games? Winners awarded cornucopia of food for the coming winter?

D12 Parcel Day

*The way those Parcel Days could have gone to forge relationship between Peeta and Katniss if it was something more, if for example they had to work together on things like what goes in them (maybe start off cold, then argue over differences, then get to know each other, grow together).

Thanks Giving

First Feast in 1621 lasted 3 days, 90 native Americans Wampanoag and 53 Pilgrims, celebrated successful harvest - feast, games, military exercises, diplomacy. Only 4 of 20 Mayflower women survived to the feast! Men helped cook for the party. No oven. 1863 Lincoln declared holiday. Make Katniss either survivor of voyage or Native?

Christmas & Hanukkah

See Prompt Nine.

New Years

Old college friends dispersed after graduation, but the group meets up every New Years for a night of drinking and catching up on the year and reminiscing and resolutions. At least for a while. But then they drift apart, skip years… until one (ok, I just realized this is getting closer to the movie big chill with every tweak). Or st. Elmo’s fire. But I like the concept of Katniss and Peeta having something in college and kept it secret but something happens and there’s secret is exposed….

Peeta and Katniss have crushes on the other one, attend a masquerade and neither one tells the other what there dressed as and they meet at the party and they do not realize they are attracted to their friend; maybe this can be an arranged marriage effort to match people attracted to each other by personality, not appearance, and the positive match confuses them? Or attendance is a psychology course requirement? (My intro psych had 1,000 students.)

Canon Based Non-Holiday Specific

something about coal…legend that La Befana witch flies down chimney, left gifts for good children, coal for naughty…Epiphany January 6 = end of Christmas season, day 3 wise men arrive manger BUT once Katniss is Victor, has $, sneaks buckets of coal for all the seam children to keep warm fire going, Peeta sneaks small raisin nut loaves? Or maybe this is parcel day beginning of legendary Mockingjay flies and delivers coal and sweet music. Maybe we can leave it like an open-ended thing parcel day in the and the districts how do you think each district celebrated partial day

Prompt #1 A Dog’s New Year’s Eve Prompts -

A dog living on a college campus in Columbia observed that paying cashier = get a cookie. So, for the last 5 years, dog picks up large leaf, carries to cashier, gets cookie, too. What if cashier is lonely baker Peeta? Stray dog actually belongs to Katniss. Because dog always snarls at Haymitch, he calls it “Katniss.” Peeta overhears, assumes the dog is “Katniss.” Haymitch doesn’t correct him.

Peeta reads horoscope for 2019 Year of the Dog: “For single people, they have a large possibility to meet some excellent friends of opposite sex and develop a romantic relationship with one of them.”

Peeta needs to find a date for New Years Eve and is running out of time! Hears Katniss over the radio reading the article he wrote “…Dog girls…need to pursue or express affection of boy dogs bravely. In addition, joining in more social activities on weekends is also an effective way to find true love…” Followed by a “BAHUMBUG Love is dead…dogs do not fall in love…hell like people dogs fall in lust’” Peeta wants to find this woman and set her straight…Love is not a Bahumbug.

What if dog getting too heavy like Columbian dog, vet accuses Katniss feeding dog junk, Katniss follows dog, catches baker feeding her now overweight dog, confronts him. But, Year of the Dog! So, HEA magic.

Prompt Idea #2 (Cultural Holiday)

*Pliny the Elder, a Roman who was one of the world’s first known naturalists, thought the Druids’ beliefs about mistletoe (that “mistletoe, taken in drink, will impart fecundity to all animals that are barren.” and hung it over their doors for luck) were silly, but the reputation stuck thanks in part to a Norse myth: definitely something with mistletoe and drinking its properties to become fertile

*Frigga, goddess of love and marriage, loved her son Baldur so much that she and Baldur’s wife teamed up to make all the world’s plants and animals to promise not to hurt him. Well, they got all the plants, except mistletoe. Loki, god of mischief, realized the mistake and made a spear out of mistletoe and killed Baldur. As Frigga cried over the loss of her son, her motherly tears turned into mistletoe berries. Those berries somehow brought Baldur back to life, so Frigga declared mistletoe to be a symbol of love. According to The Smithsonian magazine, “Mistletoe would come to hang over our doors as a reminder to never forget. We kiss beneath it to remember what Baldur’s wife and mother forgot.”

Prompt Idea #3 Candy Land Hunger Games edition

Weird holiday hunger games - Arena is a winter wonderland of marzipan mutts, “Snow” monster, Peeta and Katniss are gingerbread, she reattaches his leg with frosting, in crystal candy cave he can’t stop from taking a nibble she’s so delicious, it rains lemon drops, it snows powdered sugar, watch out for milk lake danger…

Prompt Idea #4 Misfit Toys

*On the Island of Misfit Toys, one new toy (Katniss?) perfect but with broken or lost heart, damaged toy soldier Peeta? determined to help with other toys (victors or tributes?)

Prompt Idea #5 Holiday Dueling Booth

Katniss and Peeta’s relationship has gone sour. For extra cash, Katniss opens a seasonal booth at the farmer’s market selling simple homemade baked goods, like apple cake, acorn flour scones. Peeta tries to get her attention by pushing her buttons, opens an upscale baked goods booth next to hers.

Prompt Idea #6 Tim Burton Holiday

Too much eggnog, Katniss nightmare: Mad Capital scientist builds a “Edward scissorhands” boy mutt but with kitchen gadget appendages. D12 turns on him. Katniss goes on daring journey to find only person who can help. Dr Wires lives underground with oompaloompa-like helpers (former victor mutts).

Prompt Idea #7 - Story Book Hero

Katniss is a working mom who doesn’t have time for all the school volunteer opportunities, but finds herself signed up for weekly storytime for December - The Story Book hero comes to life

Prompt Idea #8 Holiday Shopper

Wealthy Peeta and Finnick like betting on the stupidest things, each hires a professional personal shopper, tries to come up with Christmas shopping list item that will be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. But Katniss desperately needs the money, resolved not to quit.

Prompt Idea #9 - Open Ended Holiday Prompt -be creative any HG Parring any and all works

Looking for perfect gift Hanukah / Christmas

Eight Days of Hanukah

Office parties

School art projects

Deadlines

Should old acquaintance be forgot

Singer / Caroling / Rock Band / TV Show

Resolutions -

Snowstorms -

Holiday show

Gift of the Magi

Let’s find your smile (like a treasure hunt, by end found happiness)

Secret Santa party games

Gift Exchange

Twelve days of Christmas

New Years masquerade ball

Oh and one more thing don’t forget to #Everlarkholidaystyle2019

#everlarkholidaystyle2019

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kazablanka96 · 5 years ago

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Do you have any pwp stucky fic recs? I've been looking for some on ao3 for a while but I haven't been able to find any good pwp fics with good writing, good mature scenes and development, they're just so corny, like gimme some good plot man! x.x

Hi anon! ❤️

First of all, I wouldn’t describe a fic corny because no matter what, they are someone’s hard work and effort and there’s always something to love in everything. That being said, I understand different people have different tastes, so I searched in my stash of fic and my goal in the end was to find you ones that were more focused on the plot and character development than that on the smut part of the story. Almost all of them are E rated (and too long), so you know the good stuff are coming.

I am so sorry if these weren’t what you were asking for, but you can always send in another ask and I’d be more than happy to do another search with a different criteria in mind. And if anyone knows of a different fic the anon, or anyone really, can benefit from, please drop it in the notes!

All the fics are under the cut because they are over 50 and that’s a long post.

These Streets ‘verse: The trials and tribulations of Police Officer Steve Rogers and his experiences with the locals in his precinct, as well as his involvement with the stupidly handsome roughneck from the ‘hood, Bucky Barnes.

The Firing Line: When Steve’s dad is diagnosed with cancer, Steve returns to his childhood home to support his mom – a small town called Gold Cliff, Colorado. Ten years before, he left Gold Cliff behind him, left his no-longer-best-friend Bucky Barnes behind him, with the intention of never seeing him ever again. But Bucky Barnes crash-lands back into his life nonetheless, long-haired and one-armed and haunted, keeping secrets from day one.

Institutions of Love and Incarceration: The Winter Soldier has been sentenced to life without parol. His entire world had been condensed to a hot, cramped cell that he hasn’t seen the outside of in the four years since his apprehension. It’s hell. He has no means of escape, no means of terminating his suffering, and no means of distraction…that is, until he’s assigned a new guard. Steve Rogers is assigned the Winter Soldier as his singular charge.

There Is No Shortage of Blood: The long slow recovery of Bucky Barnes after his escape from HYDRA. (And the longer, slower recovery of his sex life.)

Choices We’re Given: Steve Rogers is a good man and a good agent. There’s really no excuse for the assassin in his bed.

Put It on Repeat, It Stays the Same: Steve and Bucky have a one night stand that turns into a friends with benefits situation. A weekend snowed in at Bucky’s apartment brings to light how much that really doesn’t suit either one of them.

What Gladiators Fight For: A new gladiator is brought to Ludus Stark. Steve Rogers is a disgraced soldier, who refused to fight for Rome.He doesn’t want his actions decided by others anymore, and accepts death until Bucky changes his mind. Steve fights to stop Bucky being sold back to his previous master, and Tony exploits the bond blossoming between them. He makes a bargain with Steve, if he fights and wins, Bucky will spend the night with Steve in his cell.Steve wins every fight, until the finale in the Colosseum. Hes not fighting for Bucky, but his Freedom, but is Freedom worth it without Bucky by his side.

If I Was There: Steve is lonely and the number on his phone-screen is unfamiliar. He’s not the social type, not even close, yet there’s something about the man on the other side that makes him interested. He doesn’t hang up until two hours later.-Wrong number AU in which phone sex is the answer and the question is irrelevant.

the Steve Rogers problem: Bucky doesn’t consider his Steve Rogers problem as a problem so much as the solution he hadn’t realized he was hoping for to help him through the transition from the Bucky Barnes he’d been before his accident to the new, shiny version of himself.No, the problem isn’t with Captain America and The Howling Commandos fandom.The problem is the amount of porn Bucky managed to write and draw about Captain America before finding out that he’s less than one degree of separation away from Steve Rogers. ‘Less than’ as in he’s sitting across the table from him.

Prince Charming: Bucky Barnes leads quite the charmed life. He has a thriving tattoo shop, a son he adores, the world’s best dogs, and a great group of friends — almost all of whom are in relationships. And maybe he’d been the one nudging them towards each other, but there’s nothing wrong with a little match-making. The world could use more romance.As for him personally, well, he doesn’t need anyone for the long haul. Not when every girl he meets is someone who he thinks would be perfect for someone else.But then Steve Rogers comes into his shop looking for some ink, and maybe that’s the problem right there. Maybe what he’s looking for in a relationship isn’t a girl at all.

Heaven and That Other Thing: Bucky Barnes is the owner of a cat sanctuary in Brooklyn, an ordinary guy by the Avengers’ low standards, and a growing problem for America’s favourite captain. Steve Rogers is publicly straight, endlessly bored, and has a habit of not fully thinking through his decisions when Bucky is around.

Keep Your Enemies Close: Pierce was an intelligent man. If the Asset was going to start remembering Rogers, it was best to give him an assignment other than the simple, point and shoot. The Asset’s Mission: Pretend he was James “Bucky” Barnes, best friend to Steve Rogers. He was to evaluate Rogers and see if Rogers could be used by HYDRA…or be put down if the Asset thought otherwise.The Asset now has to pretend to be Bucky Barnes, unknowing that he is in fact the man that Steve has been searching for all along. Pierce instructed the Asset to gain trust, observe, and report. How far is the Asset supposed to go to avoid his cover being blown? He guesses he’s just going to have to find out…

Of Broken Dreams and Mended Hearts: When the House of Barnes is left in massive debt after the death of George Barnes, their oldest son and heir, Bucky, is forced to sacrifice his own hopes and dreams by entering an arranged married to Steve Rogers. Steve seems kind enough, has a prominent job in the government, and was even voted Society’s Best Catch. But the House Rogers is significantly higher in status than Bucky’s family, which means Bucky is marrying up in Society, and marrying up doesn’t only come with rewards, it also comes with certain…expectations and losses–some of which Bucky might be willing to do anything to avoid. And those opportunities might come his way.Unless, of course, he actually starts falling in love with his new husband…

A Myriad of Misdecisions: “My parents thought I was working for an insurance company in New York when really I was joining the CIA so I just sort of never mentioned when I met you on an assassination-gone-wrong and now we’ve been married for five years and they still don’t know you exist, this has gotten wildly out of hand and you won’t stop laughing about it”

Catfish: Steve Rogers is a famous movie star, known for his role as Captain America. Bucky Barnes is a bored law student who drinks too much wine. Bucky gets on match.com to boost his confidence. What he doesn’t expect is a guy using Steve Rogers’ pictures on a dating profile. Bucky decides to mess with the guy. After all, what idiot uses Steve Rogers’ pictures on a dating site?Not like it’s really him, right?

Give ‘Em Hope: Dr. Steve Rogers likes to think that if his patients have hope- their chances of survival will increase. Bucky Barnes has a 20% chance of survival and a desperate yearning to experience life. Against Steve’s better judgment, he develops a relationship with his patient. It’s illegal. It’s wrong. But it’s giving Bucky the hope to keep going, so Steve’s going to keep giving it, because he wants Bucky to survive.He needs him to.

A Love I Never Had: Detective Steve Rogers is not a cop if he’s dead. A Modern Frankenstein AU; or, the Modern Prometheus

After Hours: Steve wishes Bucky wouldn’t look at him the way he does – a deliberate gaze, subtly digging his top teeth into that pouty bottom lip; following his every move like a lion watches a gazelle. It’s been going on for months, perhaps longer… Steve talks, and Bucky listens. Well, that’s the point – Bucky’s supposed to be listening. Steve’s just doing his job, after all… No harm in that.The problem is that it’s no innocent gesture, the way Bucky will have the top of his pen tracing the outline of his mouth… It’s also not innocent at all when Steve turns to look out at the sea of heads while he’s speaking and catches the quickest glimpse of the brunet sneaking a peek at his ass. And Bucky doesn’t even pretend to be bashful about it. He just meets Steve’s eyes and smirks – just the tiniest hint of a thing.

The Match Game: Steve meets and promptly falls for Bucky Barnes, new resident in his apartment building. The one who makes him feel like he only wants to be with one person, forever. He just doesn’t know how to make that happen. Lucky for him, he has friends who… tease him mercilessly. And then help. A lot. Steve gets a lot of opportunities to get to know his new neighbor and thinks everything is going great, until Bucky reveals to him his own long-term relationship ended badly, and he doesn’t want another…but he might be up for a friends-with-benefits deal.

G.I. Joes and 2AM Diners: They look nothing like what they used to. Time and life have completely changed them. But as they sit there in silence, eating two halves of one cupcake, letting Brooklyn remind there where they came from, and enjoying a sky full of stars… They are those same little boys, somewhere deep down. For just a second, you’d be able to see them again.And Bucky thinks to himself that maybe it’s little moments like these – fleeting as they may be – that remind him why life is still worth living.

Screaming Words (Left Unspoken): Living as a fugitive is hard. Living as a man who has to wake the love of his life from cryo is harder. Why? The codes in Bucky’s brain don’t have a fix yet, but Steve has worse news to deliver. Bucky’s dying slowly from self-destruct protocols inside him. Now, it’s a race against time to save Bucky once and for all.And maybe finally tell Bucky that Steve’s been in love with him since he was a sixteen-year-old kid in Brooklyn. Oh and not get extradited by the UN from Wakanda. That’d also be great.

Winter Gorgon: For as long as Steve could remember, all he ever wanted to do was what was right. So when he hears about his father’s old regiment being held as POW’s by the Nazis, he’s determined to put what Doctor Erskine gave him to good use and goes AWOL to rescue them.But the 107th isn’t all he finds there. Deep in the labs is a very unusual prisoner; one with snakes in his hair and a mask nailed to his face. Despite the man’s monstrous visage, Steve can’t in good conscience leave him to the enemy. That one act of mercy will change his life, the course of the war, and even the future of the world.

That Would Be Enough: Bucky Barnes, a Columbia University graduate with a Masters Degree in Education, is in his fourth year of teaching AP US History at Shield Academy, a private school in the very heart of the Connecticut valley in the bucolic town of Barkstead. He also helps run the Russian Club with his colleague and best friend, Natasha Romanov. He’s got amazing friends, three nephews he adores, and a beautiful little apartment. The only thing Bucky would change about his life? His luck in love. It’s been two years since Bucky ended an emotionally abusive relationship and he’s just now starting to feel that his heart has healed enough to try dating again. Then, a new Art History and English teacher arrives with tattoos he doesn’t like talking about, a body like a Greek god, and some secrets of his own, and Bucky knows he’s done for. Cue pining, sass, and a ton of Hamilton references.

Heat of the Night: Steve is a cop. Bucky is the kept boyfriend of the super rich bad guy. Bucky doesn’t really have any information because his sole job is to look good when they go out. But he gets Steve’s card and he calls him and Steve meets him for lunch and coffee and dinner and Steve knows this could be a bad thing. He knows Bucky could be a trap. But the way he talks, how he smiles at Steve, laughs like it’s a sound he’s not used to making…Steve thinks he could be worth it. Steve thinks he could be worth everything

The North Star: “You got plans to retire, Cap? Find a nice little beach in the Indies and a good supply of rum? Couple of pretty girls in grass skirts to dance for you.”.“Sam,” Steve mumbles, covering his face with his hand.“I’m sorry, a couple of pretty boys?” Sam grins wickedly.“Sam!” Steve looks scandalised, which gets him nothing but laughter from his Quartermaster. “You’re fired. Go throw yourself overboard this instant.”

Lemon Meringue Lies: Being a server at a high-end restaurant is working out well for Steve. All he has to do now is convince Bucky he’s good enough to work as chef in the same restaurant. Meanwhile, Bucky has his own issues to deal with. Namely: trying his damndest to dig them out of poverty, make sure Steve’s health is on the up and up, and not acknowledging his very longstanding desire for his best friend that is slowly eating him up inside.

Steve Rogers. Cheerfully Slutty: Steve Rogers. Cheerfully Slutty. But not going to take your shit about it. Bucky Barnes. Voted most likely to fall in love first.

Sorry, Not Sorry: All Steve Rogers ever wanted was to do what’s right. So when he drops in to volunteer at the Brooklyn VA Outpatient Center, he’s surprised to learn some veterans actually resent Captain America and everything he represents. One veteran in particular is determined to make sure Steve understands just how much he dislikes him.

Lucky Seven: Captain America trashes his motorcycle a lot. Tony says he’ll fix it, then never gets around to it and just buys him a new one. Steve, the Depression-era kid, can’t stand the waste and goes looking for somewhere near him in Brooklyn where he can get his bike fixed. That’s how he finds Red Star Bike Repair, and the hot Russian-immigrant bike racer who runs it: all long hair and muscles and tattoos. And for the first time since he woke from the ice, Steve feels a connection to someone; a comfort in the other man’s silences and his space, an attraction in his sheer skill at racing. But James Barnes isn’t exactly who he seems…

Above the Rain and Roses: But tonight, Steve is visiting The Armory. An exclusive club where unattached Doms can go and enjoy themselves with a good sub for the night. Not exactly the place Steve expects to find his one true love.Then again, fate might have other plans, and one sub might get in way over his head making assumptions about this Dom.

A Marriage of Ice and Fire: Steve Rogers hates James Barnes. The feeling’s mutual; their families have been at war for longer than they’ve been alive. But King Odin has had enough. He orders the two of them wed to end the fighting.It’s not enough that they have to look at each other’s faces without spitting; the King has declared the year’s tournament in their honor. They’ll have to lead the events together. They’ll be wed in front of everyone.

The Commander’s Omega: Steve Rogers is struck by a persistent headache as the dawn rises over DC.So are—simultaneously—Natasha Romanov in the Muscovite night, James Barnes in the dull grey of a Berlin afternoon, Tony Stark stumbling out of his Afghan cave, Bruce Banner in the crushing heat of the Nevada desert, Clint Barton squinting up at the Vegas lights, Loki Laufeyson under the Scandinavian sun, and Prince T'Challa amidst the West African rainforest.Surely it’s nothing but an odd coincidence.

Oh Can’t You See, You Belong To Me: Bucky Barnes has recently moved to New York and things are looking up. He’s got a great new job working for Tony Stark, he has a nice apartment, and his boyfriend Peter is fun. He just needs some friends. Unfortunately Steve Rogers doesn’t seem to want to be just friends.

Echoes In Our Minds: Steve Rogers is struck by a persistent headache as the dawn rises over DC.So are—simultaneously—Natasha Romanov in the Muscovite night, James Barnes in the dull grey of a Berlin afternoon, Tony Stark stumbling out of his Afghan cave, Bruce Banner in the crushing heat of the Nevada desert, Clint Barton squinting up at the Vegas lights, Loki Laufeyson under the Scandinavian sun, and Prince T'Challa amidst the West African rainforest.Surely it’s nothing but an odd coincidence.

Leg Day: The one where Sam is Bucky’s long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.

Give a Little, Take a Little: Bucky’s nearly thirty and has never been spanked. For most people, this wouldn’t be a pressing concern. Bucky is not most people.

Trained on You: Bucky Barnes is disabled veteran who’s trying to learn how to live his life now without his left arm. His best friend Natasha pushes him to build up the strength and confidence he’d lost along with his limb at the Rally Health and Wellness Center with the help of top notch trainer/physical therapist Sam Wilson.Bucky knew it’d be hard work. What he didn’t realize was just how difficult it’d be to concentrate on his own rehabilitation at the innocuous, easygoing gym. But after he first lays eyes on new trainer and walking wet dream Steve Rogers, it’s all he can do not to fall face first on the treadmill.Working out had never gotten Bucky so worked up before. Go hard or go home? Yeah, he’s definitely going home hard.

Where There’s Smoke: Steve is a Brooklyn firefighter who is about to be saddled with a new, rookie crewmate. James Barnes is that rookie, just looking for a fresh start at a new station. Steve’s friends think they know what’s best for him…start dating his new crewmate. Steve thinks they’re crazy…or possibly right. But events from James’s recent past may pose a threat to any designs they have on each other.

Under the Bridges of Fame: For better or for worse (usually worse), Steve Rogers has been the most famous guy in the room for a while. And though newsreels have given way to YouTube, people’s reactions haven’t changed much in seventy-some years. Steve’s become an expert at keeping his head down and getting on with his life.A head-on collision on a busy street sends books flying and sweeps Steve off his feet. The point of impact has a name: James. A charming mess of long hair, thick glasses, and a crooked, not-quite-smile. If he recognizes Steve, he chooses not to comment, placing him firmly in Steve’s good graces. As far as Steve can tell, they might be Bogie and Bacall all over again, save for the group of idiots with selfie sticks who surround them. But for once, the request isn’t for Steve.Which begs the question: if James is James, then who the hell is Bucky?

Keep Making Trouble ‘Till You Find What You Love: “No no no, hear me out,” Bucky says. “You wanna get back at them, right? Imagine the following: We date, fall madly in love, then have the most horrendous breakup in history and make them deal with that. They’ll feel terrible because they set us up, and we get to eat free ice cream and see their faces when we eventually tell them we pulled one over them,” Bucky finishes with a smug grin. “That’s a terrible plan,” Steve says.

Trust Enough: So they exchange numbers, and then Steve says he should go, and Bucky agrees, and they kind of stare at each other for a bit more, then Steve actually does go, but not before taking Bucky’s hand and squeezing it warmly in a way that makes Bucky want to shiver all over. Then Steve is gone, and Bucky is standing alone in the alley, grinning to himself. Right up until the moment he remembers that Steve thinks Bucky is an escort he’s just hired. Well fuck.

Took my love, took it down: The problem, Bucky thinks now that he has most of his memories back, is that his whole entire world has always revolved around Steve Rogers. Steve has been always been half of Bucky’s identity. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’ best friend. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’ wingman. Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers’ teammate. And now, well, now Steve had other people to fill those positions.

These underdog hearts: It starts in October: the sun is shining, the leaves are falling, and Steve Rogers is Captain of the Toronto Maple Leafs.

Push It Real Good: The way Steve had to steel himself to ask the question made Bucky a little wary. “Will you be my partner for a Lamaze class?“For a few long moments, Bucky just blinked at him, not knowing which question to ask first. Finally he went with the biggest question on his mind. “What?”

I just met you (and this is crazy): After Steve gets outed by a grainy cell phone picture, it takes the media less than 24 hours to discover Captain America’s secret relationship with James Barnes: classical musician, teen heartthrob, and son of a former president.The only problem? Steve has never met James Barnes in his life.

We Never Had a Choice (But I Choose You): When Bucky Barnes is abducted by political activists, the circumstances are simple enough. Desperation breeds all sorts of terrible decisions, after all, and Bucky’s captor is clearly woefully out of his depth. Maybe, just maybe, he can talk his way to freedom, but the more Bucky learns about the circumstances of his capture, the more complicated things seem to get. On the run and forced to trust the man who abducted him, Bucky comes to realize that kidnapping is the least of his worries.

Someone To Watch Over Me: One cold, winter’s night, Steve Rogers, retired Special Forces operative, finds an unconscious young man in the woods surrounding his property. In the morning, the stranger wakes up and Steve is left with plenty of questions about the beautiful young man with guileless eyes and a sheepish smile, who speaks with self-deprecating humor as though there isn’t a bruise on his face and restraint marks on his wrist.

A Hatemance For The Ages: This is what happens when you find your soulmate… and instead of birds singing and roses blooming, you discover they’re an insufferable jerk. But an insufferable jerk that you low-key really want to bang, if nothing else because MAYBE THEN THEY WOULD SHUT UP.

Home Is Wherever I’m With You: This is what happens when you buy a house to flip having only seen the online images: you get more than you bargained for. Bucky Barnes brings all the tools to handle a dilapidated home, but he’s hardly prepared for a smart-mouthed child (with poor aim), a crying baby, and the hottest dad he’s ever seen in his life living right next door.

Sugar Sweet: College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve’s a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference… But that doesn’t stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree. AKA a Sugar Daddy AU that no one was asking for.

Parallels: At the end of “Captain America: Winter Soldier,” Steve fell from the helicarrier into the water. He wakes up, however, in an alternate universe where he and Bucky are dating.

Parallels 2: Bucky wakes up from cryo in a parallel universe - in which he works at a coffeeshop and Steve is his favorite customer.

… and I know the ask clearly asked for E rated fics, but those are some PG-13 ones with some solid plot and development, or at least for me, that I think worth mentioning:

It’s No Coincidence: The kids immediately scream, “Trick-or-Treat” before they see who opens the door.The strange resident looks between the two kids, then at the adults, and his eyes widen in horror.“It’s October already? “Okay, Bucky thinks.This guy is probably high.

A Working Romance: Eddie just wants to make a good documentary about good, normal people. Tony Stark just wants to manage his branch and make his dad proud. Bucky Barnes just wants to sell paper without pining over the receptionist. Steve Rogers just wants to draw superheroes and marry Peggy Carter. Sam Wilson just wants Bucky and Steve to get their act together.AKA The Office AU no one asked for.

Leave Me On The Mountain: Bucky is certain that he’s about to die, cold and lost in this mountain forest. But just as he thinks that the wolves have him, someone finds him and takes him in.

Thawing: Heroin. It’s a helluva drug.

The Necrofloranomicon: Bucky didn’t want much. Just to keep his head down, to sell his scavenged flowers in peace, and to stay off Shield’s radar. His life would have been a lot easier if his flowers weren’t dead and if being a necromancer wasn’t illegal, but easy or not, he was getting by. Steve didn’t want much, either. He was happy working for Shield, he had good friends, and overall his life was going just about the way he wanted it. Problem was, being happy with your life was generally an invitation for fate to throw a spanner in the works—and in Steve’s specific case, it was going to be a spanner named Bucky.(A love story about flowers, trust, and magic and the choices we make about doing what’s right.)

… aaaand that’s it folks! Sorry for the long post, and again, if anyone has a fic or seven to rec, please write it in the notes for us all to enjoy!

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bearpillowmonster · 4 years ago

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FF7 Remake Review (Story/Finale)

No matter what I or anybody else says or what you see, you have to experience it to understand it, I mean it’s playing hardcore with the story it’s presenting, newbies are probably not going to get it yet and will probably have to wait until the next game to figure it out but that’s okay.

DEFINITE SPOILERS IN THIS PART!!

Playing Crisis Core before this was probably the best move I could’ve made to prepare for this, it helps gives reason as to why Cloud has all these PTSD/mental problems. I guess you could say “His head was in the clouds.” but I could see how it would turn off normies. He had future vision in this game as well (not in og), some fans may be driven off by that, but I feel like they’re purposely making it that way, I’ll talk about it towards the end.

I didn’t expect the whole “save the environment” storyline, the way it’s delivered isn’t bad though. Guess you could say that it’s “recyclable” Ha, get it?

The whole Corneo plot is just like the ‘Eye of the Beholder’ episode of American Dragon: Jake Long which is funny. Except for the hand massage thing...why IS that in there exactly? That’s super weird. In fact all of Wall Market is weird. Just take that scene out of context and it’s bait, heck, put it in context and it’s bait.

This game presents its style to you in the first ten minutes, it’s an action experience, I’ve heard it compared to Uncharted because of the set pieces but the gameplay is too different for me to compare. But is it hype? Yes.

(Random screenshot I took) Another complaint I hear is that “this is a borderline remake, almost not even a remake.” So a reboot? I mean it’s over 20 years later and there’s a lot in there from the original and new stuff, did you just want the same game? When you see a movie remake, do you want to see the same movie? I know people hold FF7 close to their heart like I do the Lion King and whenever something comes up to threaten to take that place, they don’t like it. I don’t like the Lion King remake BECAUSE it’s the same thing, it was never going to live up or be better so I was looking forward to the new content. But they didn’t say that in the promos did they? Well with FF7, they did, they said it would be multiple episodes which I assume another will follow it in a few years, they also said they would be changing stuff, so we knew what it was going to contain, just how it was going to contain it and how much. I consider this well worth 60$, (35 hours) it's not be everything from the original game but I’m sure that game was a lot easier to make back then, you can see the amount of work they put into it and maybe they're stretching it out but I’m considering this as definitive and final as it gets, I’m down for it. I think if you expected ‘different’ then you’ll like the direction it heads. Not all characters from the original are in there (yet) and a few in particular are just teased but there’s stuff in there from the og that maybe you wouldn’t expect to be in there anymore, I can appreciate their outlandishness and loyalty in that regard, no matter how weird it was but some of it is still kind of dumb despite that.

Ok! So what about the Tifa/Aerith/Barret thing?? Well...it’s just a scene in Chapter 14, it’s not even that grand for each of them, I like the idea of the Gold Saucer event in the original more. I, of course, liked the scene I got with Tifa but I was expecting something a little more pronounced, stressed over nothing, I had to look up what the difference was because I didn’t even know that was a “special” scene.

Ending:

I didn’t expect them to go against literal “Destiny”, even with the Whispers which I guess weren’t in the original, it makes me wonder about it even more. I don’t know what predicts who joins you at the end to fight Sephi but I see people getting Barret, makes me wish. Another thing I dislike about RPGs are gauntlets, sure they make you feel powerful but failing Sephiroth and then deciding to quit and coming back to have to beat big mama Harbringer again (which I knew I’d have to do, I just don’t like it) makes it annoying, I did just fine with my equipment with Harbringer but I didn’t know about it making me weak with Sephi so I had to go back and re-evaluate then start over. But that’s just the baby gamer in me talking. I didn’t mind fighting the first two stages of him, I actually got pretty good and fast at it but the 3rd and final stage is brutal, even with 3 party members because of his Octaslash KO.

I mean we know Aerith’s fate in FF7 OG, might as well not beat around the bush about it, how do you surprise an audience that already knows the biggest spoiler? So they’re tossing it up. Ever since this was announced and we got that “Aerith Lives” cameo in Wreck It Ralph, I’ve always had a theory that maybe this remake will change Aerith’s fate? I guess we’ll see. Some characters fates have already been changed, I mean the credits even say “This unknown journey will continue.” we really don’t know what will happen.

They’ve said that the original game’s ending was the “bad ending” that they allude to at the end of this game so I see them literally making alternate timelines to change it up through these Whispers. Now I don’t know what I would think if they start time travelling and hopping dimensions, this isn’t Avengers: Endgame...who am I kidding, this isn’t Kingdom Hearts! The way it is now is fine with me, just don’t make it too complicated is all. But to say that the ending makes the rest of the game not matter, seems kind of wrong, what’s passed has passed, if they start retconning stuff then I get it but right now, it’s just saying that the future isn’t set in stone, this is a different story, the next game may even go under a different name.

Is it my favorite FF game? Well I found myself playing it for hours at a time which is hard for me to do, something I wanted XV to do so desperately for me but didn’t. I mean I would start at around 6 at night and just play until I left like leaving off or when I take a shower at 8:30 (yeah I schedule that) but with this game, I would check the time and be like “Oh it’s 8, I’ll play for another half hour and wrap this up.” And it will end up being 10:00 at night before I realize “Oh, is it really that late??” I get that for most people, it happens, they can play all the time but not me and I won’t get into why I’m like that but I will say that a game has never made me get that invested. I’ll probably end up playing the original, I know so many people say that it’s a totally different experience and I believe it. So far it is my favorite though, even if I haven’t played any of the original ones yet.

This game isn’t without flaws, when I was seeing some of the other complaints such as “being killed is sometimes out of your hands” and "some enemies are just bullet sponges, there’s no strat.” and “it’s dumb that every battle resets your gauge for everything (limits, AP, etc)” and stuff like that, I fully agree, but again it’s the light you view it in.

Does it belong in my top 15? I played it at night (as I mentioned) but that’s more or less what I would think about the whole day until I played it again. YES!

(PART 1)

(PART 2)

#ff7 #remake #final fantasy 7 #review #part 3 #story #spoilers #ff7 spoilers

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warholiana · 5 years ago

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The Times (London, England)

By Roger Lewis

Huge claims are made for Andy Warhol in this massive book. He is, says Blake Gopnik, "the most important and influential artist of the 20th century", who knocked Picasso off his throne. "Andy will go down in history," one of Warhol's teachers asserts, as being "in the same league as Alexander Pope, William Hogarth, Toulouse-Lautrec and Goya as a social critic". To which the only intelligent response is a derisive: pig's bottom!

Warhol, surely, was a tiny overinflated talent, very much a product of Fifties and Sixties pop culture, whose sole insight was that lowly illustration had potential as fine art, that the transitory could be creative. Warhol believed that the "brash materialist objects on which America is built"-- such as Brillo pad boxes, Coca-Cola bottles, Campbell's soup cans, movie star posters and comic books -- had as much right to be displayed in galleries as on trash telly commercials or as props in the colourful films of Jerry Lewis.

But how did anyone think this was new? The Dadaists had been playing games with found objects, and painting moustaches on the Mona Lisa, for years. Toulouse-Lautrec's cabaret posters had long been recognised as genuine art -- and what about Alphonse Mucha, whom Gopnik does not mention? The Czech's fin-desiecle advertisements for soap or lavender water anticipate Warhol's love of packaging, his love of Fifth Avenue shopping sprees.

The Warhols, or Warholas, and before that the Varcholas, originated in modernday Slovakia, on the edge of the Carpathians. His parents emigrated to industrial Pittsburgh, where according to Warhol, "the smog would turn a white shirt black by the end of the day". Warhol was born there in 1928; as a child he was sickly -- he suffered from Sydenham's chorea (then known as St Vitus Dance), which caused twitching and bedwetting, obsessive compulsive behaviour and bad skin.

He wasn't much interested in sports -- "everybody knows that I'm a queen" -- and preferred drawing flowers and butterflies. Warhol enjoyed art class, developing, said a teacher, "a decorative quality that was very becoming". It is true he retained "a childlike directness" -- there was never anything complicated or subtle about his work. Everything is very flat.

Warhol proceeded to the Carnegie Institute of Technology, in his home city, where he did a degree in pictorial design. His earliest jobs were decorating window displays for department stores, and producing campy ink drawings for catalogues and magazines. When he moved to Manhattan in 1949, he instantly received many a lucrative commission from Conde Nast and the Hearst corporation. Warhol decorated deluxe brochures, record sleeves, and even designed a bookplate for Audrey Hepburn.

Gopnik, an American art critic, follows Warhol every step of the way, from cockroach-infested cold-water walk-ups in Greenwich Village to his later Park Avenue mansions, where the rooms, crammed with antiques, were kept locked and unvisited. He was never alone, however.

Warhol's mother came to visit, to do the laundry, and remained for 20 years. She never ceased looking for a "nice girl" for him to marry.

A large part of the Warhol mystique was his personal manner, which overcame his looks. "Andy was one of the plainest boys I've ever seen in my life," said an art dealer from the mid-Fifties, "a pimply faced adolescent with a deformed, bulbous nose that was always inflamed." Yet despite this unprepossessing head topped by a silver wig -- he got his toupee in the early Fifties to cover his thinning hair -- he became an indispensable celebrity, owing more to Quentin Crisp than Henri Matisse. He cultivated a creepy, vampiric manner -- Richard Burton called him "a horror film gentleman" -- and affected to be blank and moronic, speaking in monosyllables.

Underneath the "surface diffidence", however, Gopnik assures us that Warhol was widely read and knowledgeable, well versed in everyone from Cocteau to Fred Astaire. Although he drifted in and out of lots of parties, never raising his eyes, a friend said: "There's nothing he hasn't observed." Gopnik calls him "the world's greatest sponge", sucking up experiences and influences -- and giving nothing back.

What's peculiar is that instead of repulsing people, they were fascinated. When he expanded his studio, and named it the Factory, the place was as thronged as a royal court -- even if Warhol's courtiers were chiefly drifters and no-hopers, "drag queens and queers, street hustlers and rough trade, drug dealers and psychiatric basket-cases".

Warhol found sex (his words) "messy and distasteful". Yet he may not have been as asexual as he sometimes pretended. He underwent surgery for anal warts and took a course of penicillin for venereal disease. Warhol, though, preferred to spend hours on the phone, calling friends to get lurid details of their sex lives. A voyeur, he observed the emotions of others while experiencing none of his own.

This sounds very dead, and deadening. Yet that is the effect of his art too. His famous screen prints, where he would use rubber squeegees to slop paint around photographic stencils, were of electric chairs, car crashes and deceased celebrities, such as Marilyn or JFK -- "chaos pulled from the media". Jackie Onassis is the tragic widow. Elizabeth Taylor joined the club because of her myriad near-fatal illnesses. Everything is depicted in violet pink, orange, poison-apple green and magenta. In the 2,700 images Warhol made of Mao, the Chairman looks embalmed.

In 1968 the Grim Reaper nearly polished off the artist himself. Valerie Solanas, "a troubled hanger-on" at the Factory, shot Warhol at point-blank range, annoyed that he had misplaced the typescript of her play Up Your Ass. Luckily, at the hospital, Warhol ended up in the hands of a highly trained surgeon who knew all about bullets. But Warhol's innards were wrecked (he had a "monumental hernia" and his addiction to Valium caused constipation so bad that he needed daily enemas), contributing to the gall bladder trouble that killed him in 1987, at the age of 58, the organ having become gangrenous.

The effect of the shooting was to drive up the value of Warhol's work, and by now there was a team of assistants churning out print runs of 2,500 -- multiple repeat images of Elvis or Shirley Temple, cans and bottle tops. It was as if Warhol was insisting on the virtue of monotony and banality, with pictures that were, his dealer said, "blank, blunt, bleak, stark".

When we are informed, by Gopnik, that "Warhol always talked about his love of boredom", it is fair to say there's no surprise there: the soporific effect of his prints of stamps or banknotes; his films about someone sleeping or the Empire State Building doing nothing; his fondness for tape recording inane chatter and for taking blurry Polaroids at Studio 54 -- with Warhol, form and content were as one.

Towards the end, he dumped his riff-raff followers and sought the company of minor European royalty and the Shah of Iran, desperate to secure portrait commissions. He collected Czech folk art, decorated eggs, carpets, vintage store signs, carved carousel horses, Slavonic church icons. He packed ticket stubs, receipts and Christmas cards into 609 boxes, which he called Time Capsules, the more ephemeral the better. He surrounded himself with the bric-a-brac of his own mausoleum.

Screen prints, priced at $800 originally, now fetch $105 million at auction. The estate, its headquarters in Pittsburgh, is worth billions. Although I always liked the exquisite drawings of perfume bottles or shoes, the laces and filigree and bits of gold leaf, Warhol destroyed his archives of early commercial art. He wanted to be remembered only for his society portraits, which are tawdry. Much like this appallingly bloated book, with its naff prose: "licking his lips at the prospect", "muddied the waters", "dipped a tentative toe", "to add injury to insult", "spent a pretty penny".

Asked why she shot Warhol, Solanas said: "He's a piece of garbage." His work mostly was. Up Your Ass was finally staged in 2000.

A Life as Art by Blake Gopnik Allen Lane, 930pp; PS35

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phroyd · 6 years ago

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Doris Day, the freckle-faced movie actress whose irrepressible personality and golden voice made her America’s top box-office star in the early 1960s, died on Monday at her home in Carmel Valley, Calif. She was 97.

The Doris Day Animal Foundation announced her death.

Ms. Day began her career as a big-band vocalist, and she was successful almost from the start: One of her first records, “Sentimental Journey,” released in 1945, sold more than a million copies, and she went on to have numerous other hits. The bandleader Les Brown, with whom she sang for several years, once said, “As a singer Doris belongs in the company of Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra.”

But it was the movies that made her a star.

Between “Romance on the High Seas” in 1948 and “With Six You Get Eggroll” in 1968, she starred in nearly 40 movies. On the screen she turned from the perky girl next door in the 1950s to the woman next door in a series of 1960s sex comedies that brought her four first-place rankings in the yearly popularity poll of theater owners, an accomplishment equaled by no other actress except Shirley Temple.

In the 1950s she starred, and most often sang, in comedies (“Teacher’s Pet,” “The Tunnel of Love”), musicals (“Calamity Jane,” “April in Paris,” “The Pajama Game”) and melodramas (“Young Man With a Horn,” the Alfred Hitchcock thriller “The Man Who Knew Too Much,” “Love Me or Leave Me”).

James Cagney, her co-star in “Love Me or Leave Me,” said Ms. Day had “the ability to project the simple, direct statement of a simple, direct idea without cluttering it.” He compared her performance to Laurette Taylor’s in “The Glass Menagerie” on Broadway in 1945, widely hailed as one of the greatest performances ever given by an American actor.

She went on to appear in “Pillow Talk” (1959), “Lover Come Back” (1961) and “That Touch of Mink” (1962), fast-paced comedies in which she fended off the advances of Rock Hudson (in the first two films) and Cary Grant (in the third). Those movies, often derided today as examples of the repressed sexuality of the ’50s, were considered daring at the time.

“I suppose she was so clean-cut, with perfect uncapped teeth, freckles and turned-up nose, that people just thought she fitted the concept of a virgin,” Mr. Hudson once said of Ms. Day. “But when we began ‘Pillow Talk’ we thought we’d ruin our careers because the script was pretty daring stuff.” The movie’s plot, he said, “involved nothing more than me trying to seduce Doris for eight reels.”

Following “Pillow Talk,” which won Ms. Day her sole Academy Award nomination, she was called on to defend her virtue for the rest of her career in similar but lesser movies, while Hollywood turned to more honest and graphic screen sex to keep up with the revolution sweeping the world after the introduction of the birth control pill.

Ms. Day turned down the part of Mrs. Robinson, the middle-aged temptress who seduces Dustin Hoffman, in the groundbreaking 1967 film “The Graduate,” because, she said, the notion of an older woman seducing a young man “offended my sense of values.” The part went to Anne Bancroft, who was nominated for an Academy Award.

By the time she retired in 1973, after starring for five years on the hit CBS comedy “The Doris Day Show,” Ms. Day had been dismissed as a goody-two-shoes, the leader of Hollywood’s chastity brigade, and, in the words of the film critic Pauline Kael, ”the all-American middle-aged girl.” The critic Dwight Macdonald wrote of “the Doris Day Syndrome” and defined her as “wholesome as a bowl of cornflakes and at least as sexy.”

But the passing decades have brought a reappraisal, especially by some feminists, of Ms. Day’s screen personality and her achievements. In her book “Holding My Own in No Man’s Land” (1997), the critic Molly Haskell described Ms. Day as “challenging, in her working-woman roles, the limited destiny of women to marry, live happily ever after and never be heard from again.”

Ms. Day in fact was one of the few actresses of the 1950s and ’60s to play women who had a real profession, and her characters were often more passionate about their career than about their co-stars.

“My public image is unshakably that of America’s wholesome virgin, the girl next door, carefree and brimming with happiness,” she said in “Doris Day: Her Own Story,” a 1976 book by A. E. Hotchner based on a series of interviews he conducted with Ms. Day. “An image, I can assure you, more make-believe than any film part I ever played. But I am Miss Chastity Belt, and that’s all there is to it.”

An Aspiring Dancer

Doris Day was born Doris Mary Anne Kappelhoff in Cincinnati on April 3, 1922. (For years most sources gave her birth year as 1924, and so did she. But shortly before her birthday in 2017, The Associated Press obtained a copy of her birth certificate from the Ohio Office of Vital Statistics and established that she had been born two years earlier. After Ms. Day was shown the evidence, she said in a statement, “I’ve always said that age is just a number and I have never paid much attention to birthdays, but it’s great to finally know how old I really am.”) She was the second child of Frederick William von Kappelhoff, a choral master and piano teacher who later managed restaurants and taverns in Cincinnati, and Alma Sophia (Welz) Kappelhoff. Her parents separated when she was a child.

Ms. Day never wanted to be a movie star. At 15 she was a good enough dancer to win the $500 first prize in an amateur contest. Her mother and the parents of her 12-year-old partner used the money to take them both to Los Angeles for professional dancing lessons. The families intended to move west permanently, but Doris’s right leg was shattered when the automobile in which she was riding was hit by a train.

To distract Doris during the year it took the leg to mend, her mother — who had named her after a movie star, Doris Kenyon — paid for singing lessons. She was a natural.

Ms. Day told Mr. Hotchner that another important thing happened during her year of recuperation: She was given a small dog. “It was the start of what was, for me, a lifelong love affair with the dog,” she said.

That first dog, Tiny, was killed by a car when Ms. Day, still on crutches, took him for a walk without a leash. Nearly 40 years later she spoke of how she had betrayed him. During the last decades of her life, through her foundation, Ms. Day spent much of her time rescuing and finding homes for stray dogs, even personally checking out the backyards and fencing of people who wanted to adopt, and she worked to end the use of animals in cosmetic and household-products research.

After the accident, Ms. Day never went back to school. At 17, having traded her crutches for a cane, she sang in a local club where the owner changed her name because Kappelhoff wouldn’t fit on the marquee. After a few months as a singer with Bob Crosby and His Bobcats in Chicago, she joined Les Brown and His Blue Devils.

Singing was just something to do until she married. ”From the time I was a little girl,” she told Mr. Hotchner, “my only true ambition in life was to get married and tend house and have a family.”

But while Ms. Day was instantly successful as a singer and a movie actress, she was fated always to marry the wrong men. By the time she made her first movie she had been married and divorced twice.

Her first husband, Al Jorden, a trombone player, was violently jealous and had an uncontrollable temper. He hit her on the second day of their marriage and continued to beat her when she became pregnant and refused to have an abortion. She was married at 19, divorced and a mother at 20.

But she was undaunted. “All my life,” she told Mr. Hotchner, “I have known that I could work at whatever I wanted whenever I wanted.”

Her second husband, George Weidler, a saxophonist, was a gentle man. She was happily living with him in a trailer park in Los Angeles when he left, after telling her that he thought she was going to become a big star and that he didn’t want to be Mr. Doris Day.

She was approached at a Hollywood party by the songwriters Sammy Cahn and Jule Styne, who had written the score for “Romance on the High Seas,” a movie planned for Judy Garland. But Garland had turned the role down and Betty Hutton, her replacement, was withdrawing because she was pregnant. Warner Bros. was desperate, and the songwriters insisted that Ms. Day audition for the part.

“Acting in films had never so much as crossed my mind,” she later said.

As candid in real life as her perky screen characters, Ms. Day admitted to the movie’s director, Michael Curtiz, that she had never acted before. But “from the first take onward, I never had any trepidation about what I was called on to do,” she said. “Movie acting came to me with greater ease and naturalness than anything else I had ever done.”

Reviewing “Romance on the High Seas” in The New York Herald Tribune, Howard Barnes wrote, “She has much to learn about acting, but she has personality enough to take her time about it.”

Playing the Wholesome Girl

Under personal contract to Mr. Curtiz, Ms. Day followed “Romance on the High Seas” with a series of musical comedies in which she played the pert and wholesome girl with hair and personality the color of sunlight. But even in the early 1950s she was nobody’s fool, and her characters had an unusual resilience, cockiness and competence.

In “By the Light of the Silvery Moon” (1953), about the trials of a small-town family, Ms. Day is first seen repairing her boyfriend’s car. If her fearless sharpshooting title character in “Calamity Jane” (1953) is finally induced to exchange her buckskins for a dress to wed Howard Keel’s Wild Bill Hickock, she still slips her six-shooter into her pocket to take along on the honeymoon.

And when Ms. Day opened her mouth to sing, the effect was magical. She had a perfectly controlled voice that brimmed with emotion. “It’s Magic,” which she sang in “Romance on the High Seas,” and “I’ll Never Stop Loving You,” which she sang in ”Love Me or Leave Me,” were nominated for Academy Awards for best song. The two with which she is especially identified, “Secret Love,” from “Calamity Jane,” and “Que Sera, Sera,” from “The Man Who Knew Too Much,” won Oscars.

“Doris Day was the most underrated film musical performer of all time,” said Miles Kreuger, president of the Institute of the American Musical. “If only she had been at MGM instead of Warner Bros., they’d have given her challenging roles.”

When Ms. Day did get a chance to stretch as an actress, she could be memorable. In “Love Me or Leave Me” (1955), she gave a stirring performance as the singer Ruth Etting, whose life and career were dominated by a violent manager-husband who had ties to gangsters. She held her own against James Cagney’s powerful performance as the husband and flawlessly sang Etting classics like “Ten Cents a Dance” and “Chasing the Blues Away.”

Ms. Day married for a third time in 1951. Although that marriage, to Martin Melcher, her manager, seemed happy, she discovered after Mr. Melcher’s death in 1968 that he and his lawyer had embezzled or frittered away the $20 million she had earned and had left her $500,000 in debt. She agreed to star in a situation comedy to earn the money to pay off her debts.

That proved to be a wise move financially; “The Doris Day Show” had an extremely successful five-year run. (It underwent a number of changes in that time. Ms. Day’s character, a widow who lived on a ranch with her two children, got a job at a magazine in San Francisco in the show’s second season, and by the fourth season her children had been written out of the show.)

James Garner, who co-starred with Ms. Day in two 1963 films, “The Thrill of It All” and “Move Over, Darling,” told Mr. Hotchner, “Marty was a hustler, a shallow, insecure hustler who always ripped off $50,000 on every one of Doris’s films as the price for making the deal.”

Ms. Day sued the lawyer, Jerome Rosenthal, and eventually won a judgment for more than $22 million in 1974. In a 1986 interview Terry Melcher, her son by Al Jorden, said that she eventually got some of the money from an insurance company but “nothing like that amount.”

In 1976 Ms. Day married Barry Comden, a sometime restaurant manager 11 years her junior. They were divorced in 1981. During her marriage to Mr. Comden, she moved from Los Angeles to Carmel, the picture-postcard town along the California coast where she and her son became part owners of the pet-friendly Cypress Inn. For the rest of her life she lived on a seven-acre estate with many more dogs than the zoning laws allowed. In the 1985-86 television season she was the host of “Doris Day’s Best Friends,” on the Christian Broadcasting Network, which focused on animal welfare.

Terry Melcher, her only child, who became a successful record producer, died in 2004.

In 2011, three years after she received a lifetime achievement Grammy Award, Ms. Day surprised a lot of people by releasing her first album in almost 20 years, “My Heart,” which consisted mostly of songs she had recorded for “Doris Day’s Best Friends” but never released commercially.

Ms. Day, who summed up her fatalistic philosophy in the words of one of her biggest hits, “Que Sera, Sera” (“What will be, will be”), never liked unhappy endings. She told one interviewer: “It upsets me when the hero or heroine dies. I would like them to live happily ever after.”

But, except in movies, nobody lives happily ever after. Ms. Day told Mr. Hotchner: “During the painful and bleak periods I’ve suffered through these past years, my animal family has been a source of joy and strength to me. I have found that when you are deeply troubled, there are things you get from the silent, devoted companionship of your pets that you can get from no other source.”

“I have never found in a human being,” she added, “loyalty comparable to that of any pet.”

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