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diyeoracha · 4 years ago

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fanfic recommendations

for @kittensocute bc i heard “atsukita” and “iwaoi” in reference to fanfiction and i am There

i took your “i love slow burn or slow build fics... so i like relatively shorter burn fics (20-30k). If its a 10k oneshot slow burn hELL SIGN ME UP” and absolutely ran with it.

i listed my fav iwaoi fics (17) with a longer word count (longest is 80k) that are all mostly either canon compliant or divergent with only two straight up AUs. none of them feature heavy nsfw content and most if not all are tagged as friends to lovers lmao. feel free to read the my thoughts or just go into them blind!! and they’re all in order of how much I absolutely adore them :^)

now atsukita is not a big ship *sobs* but here are some of my favorite fics (7) of them! a lot of them are shorter bc i guess that’s just. what happens when it’s a small ship LOL.

the formatting in this is fucked if you open it from ur dash but if it’s on my actual blog it should be fine!

Iwaoi

the courtship ritual of the hercules beetle

Word count: 66k

thoughts: my absolute absolute absolute favorite iwaoi fic. the characterization, the fact that oikawa’s a bastard but because he and iwaizumi are older (late 20s i believe), it feels more realistic and sad rather than oikawa being a bitch for the sake of it. spoiler alert it’s slow burn and pining and mostly oikawa not realizing his feelings. this world building is pretty cool bc iwaizumi is the professional player while oikawa is an entomology professor! also i love non-linear narratives bc of This fic. there’s mutual pining in this fic but it’s really really really subtle to the point where you dont even know if oikawa likes iwa. this made me cry like twice.

sunset towns

Word count: 33k

Summary: In the summer of 2020, Oikawa Tooru returns home from his first successful stint as captain of Japan’s national volleyball team. In one hand, he holds the undisputed weight of an Olympic medal, and in the other, his unresolved feelings for a childhood best friend.

thoughts: the tone in this is So similar to the courtship ritual that I liken this as an alternate story even though it’s still oikawa’s pov. professional player oikawa and regular guy iwaizumi and oikawa is just. bumming around at iwaizumi’s place and naturally he messes up but things happen.

told before and told again

word count: 4k

thoughts: i looked through literally all the tags i could’ve thought of for this and nearly cried when i found it agian. outsider POV!!

In damp earth my body

Word count: 15k

Summary: Onscreen, the nation’s favorite setter has arranged himself so that he’s bowing, forehead pressed to the court, like he’s thanking everyone for their kindness thus far, like he’s asking for forgiveness. Hajime thinks: shit, it’s really happening

thoughts: oikawa retires and moves in with iwaizumi and they blur the line between roommates/best friends and being fwb. this is an iwaizumi pov and the pining is obvious on his end. as a iwa stan the tone made me feel weird bc it makes it seem like iwa cares more abt oikawa than he cares abt himself but. its a good fic

i grew up, you grew down

word count: 19k

thoughts: this is also SO funny bc basically oikawa retires and moves in with iwaizumi and becomes his stay at home wife and a bunch of shit happens like people think that oikawa is dating ushijima and oikawa basically loses it every time. here’s one of my favorite quotes:

“Oikawa also bought a new ultra-strength vacuum cleaner he’d decided to name Ushiwaka out of sheer spite, because it sucked all the air right out of the room. Iwa-chan didn’t think the joke was that funny when Tooru told him, which was frankly very hurtful and insensitive.”

Mint

Word count: 19k

thoughts: iwaizumi is moving and oikawa planned a perfect last hangout and it goes to shit featuring matsuhana. oikawa pov where he pines more than iwa which is something i can get behind!! and this was written in 2015 and iwa’s moving bc of a sports medicine program so iwaizumi stans know and love him sm ;;

Almost a Stranger

Word count: 16k

thoughts: same premise as mint LOL except they’re on a trip together and there’s more non-linear narrative!! this one is a little more mature in tone than mint i would say (funny how people just like splitting them up and throwing them in different countries huh)

with every second that you could give

Word count: 9k

Summary: The journey of Iwaizumi and Oikawa going for gold.

Quote: He knows they’re too close. Iwaizumi knows it too, and they both decided to move in together anyway.

thoughts: iwaoi roommates and they’re both obviously and really pine-y for each other and everyone sees it but them. srsly. they’re sleeping in the same bed. like my god

Lost in Translation

Word count: 9k

Summary: Because misfortune come in threes, Iwaizumi Hajime starts his Thursday having a screaming fight with Shittykawa, spends his lunch break listening to the UCI women’s volleyball team gossiping about how Ushijima Wakatoshi had gone public about his longtime love affair with Oikawa Tooru, and closes out the day by drunkenly dropping his phone into a sewer grate.

thoughts: so funny. so sososoosso genuinely funny. the tone is so snappy and iwaizumi honestly just sounds like a confused teenager (which he is in this) and it gets extra points for including a lot of american culture that a lot of the other iwaoi college au ones don’t include for like. obvious reasons lol.

Something Borrowed

Word count: 16k

Summary: In which Oikawa and Iwaizumi have always been a foregone conclusion to everyone else, but a massive, unanswered question to one another.

thoughts: iwaoi roommates thats abo but it’s like. mentioned twice. whiny and possessive oikawa makes an appearance in this but it’s done really well

things that change, things that stay the same

Word count: 8k

Summary: Oikawa realizes he’s in love with his best friend; it sucks for a while. (But only for a little while.)

thoughts: high school getting together!! my second iwaoi fic ever and this one is just. so sweet. just an unsure oikawa realizing iwaizumi might be more than someone he wants as a best friend. this fic is honestly really really lovely.

galaxies, within you

Word count: 21k

Summary: Hajime and Tooru move in together at the start of university. Too bad they’re stuck with the two gremlins that haunt their apartment.

thoughts: ok this fic was so funny. theyre uni roommates and matsuhana just come fuck shit up and they all act like idiots together even though they go to different schools. and this really throws me back to university days.

Thirty Years and Change (the Games of the XXXIII Olympiad)

Word count: 19k

thoughts: pro! oikawa and iwaizumi haven’t been close for a while until oikawa invites iwaizumi to go to the games with him. there’s a lot of frustration and pining and actually talking about feelings (aka iwaizumi losing his mind and getting advice from people like akaashi)

when it starts to rain, they go inside

Word count: 33k

Summary: “Where?” starts Iwaizumi.“ My parent’s old lakehouse, silly, didn’t you hear me the first time?” OR: Oikawa takes Iwaizumi to his lakehouse for two weeks, post-graduation.

thoughts: this was actually my first iwaoi fic which is funny bc the author doesn’t even like oikawa much and i didnt even ship anything in haikyuu before i read this fic and now im in iwaoi hell. oikawa is really frustrating in this in that it’s basically a really good character analysis on how oikawa comes off as a Mean person all the time bc he’s manipulative and there’s some explicit content

shiver

Word count: 16k

Summary: Oikawa was always the brave one. Hajime just followed two paces behind.

thoughts: iwaoi roommates with oikawa admitting his feelings first back when they were in middle school and iwaizumi putting that thought on the backburner until. obviously. things happen.

Desperado

word count: 80k

thoughts: one of my favorite aus. it’s all from kyoutani’s perspective and it’s almost so au that they’re original characters (if that makes sense). basically iwaoi matsuhana are ex-grifters except iwaoi are estranged and daishou somehow brings everyone back together. excellent world building and reading the pov from someone not involved with the iwaoi drama was refreshing

sing with me a song of conquest and fate

word count: 26k

thoughts: a mythical kings au that’s just. so pretty. iwaizumi ends up becoming oikawa’s servant for some reason and the world building is a+ because you can feel the trust and frustration from both of them build

Atsukita

dreams of me and you

word count: 10k (incomplete)

my second atsukita fic that rly sent me down atskt hell ;; what is essentially post-break up when atsumu gets signed to msby and he’s just Pining and sad for the most part. but the established relationship pre-break up was written really nicely because it just fits my hc of them just being domestic and atsumu being blatantly head over heels

take me home

word count: 4k

i read this this morning and it wrecked me. domestic relationship atsukita?? sign me up

No time like the rest of my life

word count: 19k

mythology au with kita as a regular person and rest of inarizaki as fox spirits! it’s cute and the world building is absolutely lovely but it is an au so they might seem ooc but their core character values are still there

wild blue yonder

word count: 6k

literally full of similes and metaphors and it’s more of an abstract read i guess? but it’s so beautiful and soft and this is exactly how i imagine their relationship

reap and sow

word count: 8k

atsumu confesses and kita ignores him and it’s a couple years after the fact and it’s mostly just weirdly domestic almost roommate like except for the fact that atsumu makes it clear he likes kita LOL. they’re really in character for this!

weightless souls

word count: 2k

pillow talk before atsumu’s first game! the atsumu pov and voice is amazing

if we were both alone

word count: 7k

now this was actually my first atskt fic that sent me down this rare pair hell. it’s an explicit chat fic (both tropes i usually try to avoid) but atsumu types like me (except for the nsfw parts alksfjd) so i guess i like. feel appreciation LMAO.

if you do read like any of these fics pls let me know so we can discuss

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#iwaoi #atsukita #i added some more on friday feb 19!

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plusultrcs · 4 years ago

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Okay so now that i’m done crying about shadow and bone to my friends i want to make a controversial statement. Don’t bite my head off for my opinion bc 1. idc i said what i said and 2. it aint that serious these are fictional characters moving on though. I don’t think the show is bad AT ALL i really enjoyed it and seeing the inclusion of leigh and her books was so fucking cute but i will say i think combining both series into one did a huge disservice to the character development of most, if not ever, character. and i’ll explain why so (obviously) sab spoilers ahead. this also obnoxiously long so if you dont read it thats fine <3 lmao

I know going into it everyone, including leigh pretty much, was saying not to expect it to be like the books. That it was going stray away and be more like a fanfiction than the original works. Which was true, but only for the six of crows characters. The show leaned heavily and relied heavily on the plot of shadow and bone. Which, of course, makes sense but because of the inclusion of a heavy heavy re-worked six of crows plot that didnt fit the plot of shadow and bone at all it left them feeling incredibly displaced. Like on shadow and bones part every single major and sometimes even the minor plot points were followed to the number, but on the six of crows front the only thing closely followed was the nina and matthias backstory. I wont talk about every single character because i anticipate this to already be long, but the ones i noticed the most were done a disservice.

For instance Alina. Despite shadow and bone being followed so closely you dont really get to see the natural progression of alina’s character the way i was hoping we would. And that’s definitely because of the time restraints. They had to find a way to somehow balance the screen time for both separate plots so that they could hold the audiences attention for both. Like when nina and matthias plot wasnt on the screen for i think 2 episodes i almost forgot about them and what they were up to so i understand why they timing had to be so split, especially when you only have 8 hours to cover the characters of 2 over 300 page long books yknow? But that means important moments alina had to herself in the books were completely cut, and so a lot of that growth we got went with it. The the biggest thing i was disappointed to see go was the defeat she felt when she was first captured and collared by the darkling. She was feeling absolutely helpless, mal was in their hold, she had no power to do anything but sit there and let him use her. All the training she did felt pointless to her and she really was at the point of giving up. She went quiet, wouldnt speak,was basically a zombie until that moment in the fold when she saw innocent people suffering when she knew she could stop. And she found a way to break free. There were other moments like this in the book, like moments at the little palace where shelt herself getting further and further from mal and feeling like an outside on her own all over again. They tried to show it in the show but without the time to develop her life on her own at the little palace it definitely fell short.

Speaking of mal: THANK YOU WRITERS FOR FIXING HIS WHINY ASS. And while he was annoyingly whiny in the books, he is not a boring character. Not to me at least, honestly he never was. While i do appreciate them not making him so whiny, I would have appreciated seeing that same dissonance realizing alina was grisha brought about in the books. Its just like alina said, grisha were people they scoffed at and talked about in a joking way. Their lives felt miles and miles away from their own, and then to learn that she had been one the entire time. I know i know, it has nothing to do with, and alina didnt know either. BUT THAT IS STILL HIS BEST FRIEND. And obviously girl he’s in love with even if he wasnt aware of it at the time. it made him question everything he thought about grisha, and more importantly brought both of their biggest fears to light: being torn apart. In the book he doesnt deal with this well at ALL and while leigh bardugo does a great job throughout the series showing him growing to me he never got where he should have been, and the show did place him there but i think they do so prematurely. I definitely wanted him to be as understanding as he was, to take notice of how much healthier and stronger she looks since she’s not withholding her power anymore, but i did still want the tension of him wondering what it means for them, how their lives would change, because just based on laws alone she is a grisha and would typically never be someone he would have the chance to befriend but neither of them would be okay with that.

AND ON THE TOPIC OF MALINA. THEY ARE NOT A BORING SHIP. I think the only person other who would work for alina is nikolai (dont fight me on this im right), and that is who i wanted her to end up with. However, I understand why Mal was the choice. Alina has always been someone who just wanted to belong, to fit in somewhere, AND THAT IS OKAY. IT’S NOT A CRIME TO WANT TO BE ORDINARY. I know shes the main character, and has the prophecy of being the ~chosen one~ but that doesnt mean she suddenly has to alter change and rearrange herself entirely. she never wanted to be a saint, and even by the end of the series she still doesnt. Choosing to let the world believed she died so she could live a quiet life. tHAT’S ALL SHE’S EVER WANTED. And Mal is the perfect person to give her that. People who claim she gave up her life for mal, to me, didn’t understand her character. She bounced around from needing mal by her side, and when she couldnt have him there she still sought acceptance in the only other person willing to give it to her, i.e. the darkling. and then when she couldnt have it from him she’s forced to find it in herself and while she learns she doesnt need him or mal she doesnt need anyone, she still chooses mal bc she wants to be with him. she doesnt feel obligated and even later on in the books makes plenty stands on her own without him but she loves him and they honestly make perfect sense. a softer ship doesnt make it a boring one js.

NOW THE SIX OF CROWS GANG. I hate to say it, i do but they felt reduced to a form comedic relief. they had their serious moments ofc but for the most part whenever they popped up on the screen i knew a joke or gag was soon to follow. i will say kit as jesper? best decision that could have possibly been made he fucking did what he had to DO. Kaz’s development for me felt really really rushed and forced. Like he was saying things to inej he wouldnt have said so quickly and especially not while he wasnt under stress??? it honestly felt like fan service??? which im not mad at because again i dont think the show was bad at all the actors brought really great life to the crows, but it just makes me sad to see all that development and build up go out the window. i think if they were that set on combining the crows story with the shadow and bone story it would have been so much nicer to get a sort of prequel on the crows. like they should have given them the same treatment they gave nina and matthias. so that we could see their backstories as explained in the book happening in real time like how they all came to ketterdam. i know theres no point in wishing that now since whats done is done and again I DONT THINK ITS BAD. Im just sad about all the character development and strong subtle points lost because leigh bardugo always does such a great job in dropping subtle hints and always bringing them back in the end, and that was sadly lost. STILL A GOOD SHOW STILL LOVE THE BABIES. STILL PRAYING FOR A SEASON TWO.

EDIT: IT ALSO MADE ME SAD TO SEE THEM LOSE SO MANY TIMES??? ESPECIALLY AFTER SOC WHERE THEY ALWAYS MANAGED TO WIN?? Like ofc it made perfect sense for them to be unable to capture the damn sun summoner !!! but kaz and all of the crows are meant to be the best of the best when it comes to criminals top tier and they were bested by a ball of light and a jog???? and them going home basically empty handed was kinda :// like i got it but also where did alina get that necklace lmao so yeah once again still great still love it questions had to be asked

#sab #sab spoilers #shadow and bone

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fallout4hancockfanfiction · 4 years ago

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My first time writing fanfiction

It was that day for Nora. The past few years, before the bombs dropped, this very day was one of the happiest days for her. But not this year.

Today was her and Nates Wedding day, at least it would have been. It was the middle of the night no later than 2am, she was sitting with Hancock in the old State house, sharing a bottle of bourbon. Nora has never been the type to talk about her feelings.

Hancock could feel that something was off today, he couldnt put his thumb on it, so he just sat next to her quietly. Both sipping from the half full bottle, sharing the golden liquid that made Noras throat burn. In the background you could hear diamond city radio play "one more tomorrow" by Frankie Carle & Marjorie Hughes. Nora let out a quiet sigh and turned to Hancock: "Lets go to the Third Rail" Hancock looked back at her, nodded, and together they left his lounge room leaving the beverage on the table next to the Jet and Mentats which were placed on it.

They stepped inside the doors when they were greeted by Ham: "A friend of mayor Hancock is a friend of the Third Rail, go on in entertainment is down the stairs."

Downstairs Hancock was immediatley greeted by some of his citinzen, "perfect" she thougt. Magnolia just finished her song. She sang train train. "thank god this song is finished, im not sure if I coud have handled listening to it right now." nora thought to herself.

She walked up to Magnolia and asked her: " Hey Mags, could you sing "I'm the one you're looking for" please? "of course gorgeous, anything for you" Magnolia replied seductively.

Nora bought some beer and walked over to one of the couches and seated herself there.

("...have you gotten history that needs erasing... did you come in just for the beer and cigarettes..")

She took a sip of her beer and looked over to hancock, he's still occupied with his citizens who involved him in a conversation.

(... "ou well im just a girl to make you forget"..)

"perfect... maybe I can sneak out of here", nora slowly gotten up, without letting hancock out of her sight and started walking towards the exit. She just made it out of the door when hancock looked over to the couch and noticed that Nora was missing. He let his gaze wander through the room, looking for hs companion but he can't find her. He turned to his interlocutor and gave them one of his smooth " I could stay here and listen to how wonderful I am till the rest of my days, but I really think I need to get going"! he turned away and rushed to the exit.

" But hancock you've just gotten here..!"

He didn't even hear them, he was too focused on finding The Soule Survivor.

Upstairs he asked Ham if he had seen Nora and he said that she had just left through th door two minutes ago.

He went back inside the old state house, and saw that her gear was still laying on the couch next to the table where they left the bourbon and the chems. "Damn it Nora?? Where are you going, unprotected and without me?" he grabbed her stuff and headed toward the exit.

Just outside Goodneighbour he heard a Group of Raiders. "Fuck Nora!, why would you do something like this?"

(A few Hours later)

Arrived at Sanctuary, nora went back into her old house. She walked past the kitchen and straight back into her old bedroom. Its been looted empty so she sat on the floor and played "Hi Honey!" on her Pib Boy.

"...Little fingers away... *baby giggles*... Hi honey!" She started tearing up, hearing the sound of his voice. "Listen... I don't think Shaun and I need to tell you how great of a mother you are... but we're going to anyway. ... But everything we do, no matter how hard... we do it for our family. Now say goodbye, Shaun... Bye bye? Say bye bye? *baby giggles* Bye honey! We love you!

She passed out on the Floor. When she woke up, Hancock caught up to her. Nora walked out of her house, on her way to the vault. She doesnt see Hancock but he sees her. As soon as he spottet her his heart skipped a beat because of relief to see her alive. He was about to call out to her when something told him not to. Instead he followed her quietly. Arrived at the Vault, she pressed the button and let herself into the ground. Hancock watched her and did as she did after waiting a few minutes.

"Wow..." he thought to himself upon entering.

Nora was sitting infront of the opened cryopod crying, holding Nates frozen, ice cold Hand while playing "Hi Honey!" over and over again.

Slowly Hancock stepped into the room, his face pained by what he saw.

Noras eyes shot up in Horror, just to be equal parts relieved and upset to see him there. She quickly wiped her eyes and stood up, cleared her throat and asked: "Wh... what are you doing here? how .. how did you find me?"

He walked up to her and wordlessly hugged her. Her face in his chest and her arms around him she couldnt help herself but started crying again. He put his forehead on her head and they stood motionless.

Hancock was the first to speak: "hey, look, if you wanna get outta here..."

Nora looked up to Hancock, eyes swollen and nose red.

Hancock looked back at her and thought:" how can she still be so beautiful while crying? what stop, what why did I think that??" Before he could say anything nora took a long breath in and let an even longer breath out. She turned towards the cryopod and closed it back up. Then she liftet her necklace with the two weddingrings from under her shirt and looked at them.

"You know...she started.. nevermind, nothing... lets get going"

Hancock handed nora her gear and together they left the vault and headed back to santuary.

Nora fixed or rebuild every building except of her own pre-war home. She didnt want anybody else living in it.

When they gotten back to sanctuary, preston and the other settlers were awake and started their daily tasks.

When preston spottet her he approached her, smiling from ear to ear. "GENERAL! I'm so happy to see you! What brings you to sanctuary?"

"Hey Garvey, how have you been? Its been a minute, I thought I'd come see how things are going."

"Your time is impeccable! There is a settlement near by that needs our help! I'll mark it on your map."

Nora looked down and let out a slight chuckle. She turned to Hancock and asked him: "ready to help an other settlement?"

John looked back at her smiling: "Of course, lets go"

So they started wandering towards Finch Farm.

They have been on the road for three hours already when John turned to Nora and said: "look, I got there something i wanted to talk to you abou.." Before he could finish his sentence Gunfire started and they both duked behind an old car.

"Raiders, shit!" said both of them simultaneously and looked at each other and giggled. The group of raiders were on a bridge. One with Power armour and one with a Rocket launcher. The rest were regular raiders. Luckily they hadnt noticed them yet, too occupied with the ferals.

"Should we take them out or walk around them?" "Well, those three shouldn't be difficult to eliminate but the one In the Power armour and the one with launcher seem more difficult"

Nora pulled out her sniper rifle annd took out the Launcher guy with a headshot.

"Guess we fightin'" said hancock with a grin.

Hancock pulled out his shotgun and killed the two raiders running towards them with meele weapons. "nice shot!" said nora.

"easy.." replied hancock smug.

Taking out the regular Raiders wasnt a problem but the Metal man put up a tough fight. He shot nora in her stomach. She let out a loud defening scream. Hancock isnt the type to easily lose his shit but he looked over at nora with panick in his eyes.

He had to do something, and he had to do it quickly. He ran over to the Rocket launcher and aimed it at the last standing raider, pulled the trigger and he heard the loud almost unbearable sound of the explosion. With a ringing in his ears he ran over to Nora ( who was huddled on the floor in a small puddle of blood) and picked her up. Panic in his eyes, he grabbed one of the stimpaks and injected her. "You're not going to die on me! I'm sorry! this is going to hurt a little, but I cant let the stimpack fix you while the bullet is still inside you" He put his bony rough fingers into her wound and pulled out the bullet.

Nora was whimpering in agony. Hancock sat down on the floor and held Nora in his arms. "It's going to be okay! I promise!"

John carried her back to Tenpines Bluff. Once arrived the settlers looked at Nora and gasped! " OH NO!" They ran over to Hancock and helped him carry her to the next bed. Nora, still unconcious was recovering inside the shed. Although the Settlers reassured him to get some rest because they would take care of her, he wouldnt leave her side. Then, after two days Nora opened her eyes. Hancock sitting on a chair next to her bed, barely able to keep his eyes opened shot up in relief once he saw that she had opened her eyes "NORA!, oh god nora! I was so worried! How are you feeling?"

"J..John? Wh..What happened?"

"You were shot in the stomach, here this is purified water, please drink something. We were fighting the raiders when the last one shot you. I carried you back here."

"Ar..Are you okay John?" Hancock looked at her in disbelief. It took him a second to realize what she had asked. "Youre the one who almost died but youre asking me if I'm okay? I have never met a more selfless person in my life Nora!

"Can you lay next to me?" she said, in almost a whisper. John looked at her stunned. "Are...are you sure? he asked?

"Yes please."

She pulled up the blanket and motioned for him to lay next to her.

He did as she asked and she layed her head on his chest. "Thank you"

"Anything for you sunshine"

With nora on his chest, he finnally passed out from exhaustion.

The next morning she woke up before him, when she opened her eyes she didnt recognize where she was. Then she noticed that she was not laying on a pillow but indeed his chest. "SHIT...what have I done? why am I sleeping cuddled up with Hancock? Oh fuck..." she thought to herself. she looked up to him "okay good he is still asleep"

As carefully as possible she gotten out of the bed trying not to wake him. As Nora placed the first foot on the floor an audible "Ouch" left her mouth, her face grimaced.

"Are you okay?"

"Fuck" she thought.. "uh yes im fine, my stomach hurts a little. "I have some Med-Ex if you need some" he said. "oh no im sure im fine, thank you, "ouch...oh god" her face twitsted in pain.

"PLease take it". He reached out his hand to give it to her.

"Thanks hancock" she took it and immediately injected herself.

"So uhm, what are the plans for today?" she asked

He looked over to her and answered: "Well I wasnt sure on when you were going to be ready to travel again. But we still gotta talk to the settlers at Finch Farm. But first of all, lets get you something to eat."

They got dressed and left the shed together. "How about tato salad?" "Yea sounds good, actually please pack some for the road too."she said.

he looked over to her slightly surprised: "Oh you feel ready to travel again?"

"Maybe its the Med-ex speaking but I feel ready to head out after breakfast." "Alright" he said "I'll pack our bags in the meantime. Meet me when youre done eating."

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thirst-order-confessions-renewed · 5 years ago

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The Two Tragic Times Fae Met Kylo Ren at Disneyland

Okay so I figured I had to tell these stories here because there are a lot of people who were like “YAY I MET KYLO” and I am just...flabbergasted because I was like “am I the only person in the world actually traumatized by Kylo Ren” The answer to that seems to be ‘yes absolutely’ and I will tell you why.

So, some background about me, I never really liked character meet and greets. I’m awkward, I never know what to say ESPECIALLY to characters who can actually speak to me. I cannot converse with people in real life, why the hell could I converse with people getting paid to LARP with me. I just...cannot do it. I will not. But Goofy? Sure, I’ll give that big dorky bastard a hug.

Fast forward to the first time I met Kylo Ren. @imagines-in-a-galaxy-farfar-away was visiting me and we went to Disneyland like the DAY AFTER The Last Jedi came out. She had a Polaroid camera and she wanted me to take a picture of her and Kylo with the camera and I was like “hhhhhhhh sure”. KNOWING I was gonna be incredibly nervous. So I sucked it up and we went in there and of COURSE Kylo was a massive bully. He got in my face, stared me down, VERY invasive shit which I DONT DISAGREE WITH. I was like “yeah, you know what? Kylo IS a massive dick so I’m okay.” THAT DIDNT STOP ME FROM FREAKING OUT THOUGH. I was literally shaking holding the camera. The cast members in the room were like “Would you like to be in the picture?” and I’m like “N-N-N-NO I-I’M G-F-GOOD IM J-JUST GONNA T-TAKE THIS -P-P-P-POLAROID” So I did, the picture is Hailee’s favorite and everything was fine. I needed to take 30 minutes to lower my heart rate, and I was okay.

BUT THE NEXT TIME.......you guys need to buckle up because this is where it gets UN. REAL.

Fast forward to 2019. Hailee is back in town with her whole family and she wants to meet Rey because she was new that year. And I was like “eeehhhhhh” and Hailee was like “dude, Rey’s a good guy she’s not gonna be a dick” and I’m like “EHHHHHHHH” so I was like “Fine, you know what? You’re right, Rey would NEVER be a dick to me.” (I was kinda wrong about that, but that’s not important lmfao. She was VERY Resistance and did NOT appreciate my Stormtrooper backpack.)

Then, as we were coming out of the Rey room, we were walking about the Landing Bay and she noticed that Kylo had no line. And it was at that moment, we realized the entire Landing Bay was practically deserted. Hailee, being the regular, fully functioning individual she is wanted to see Kylo and she’s like “I’m not gonna make you go in there, but I’ll be right back.” and I was like “great, cool, I’ll sit on this bench.”

Now, I need to set the scene. The Landing Bay, if you’ve ever been inside is a circular building where Innoventions used to be (for all you Disneyphiles). There’s a staircase that goes up to a second level that was, before it was Launch Bay, was a Marvel section that even featured Disney Infinity 3.0 (I worked on that game!) So at the ground floor level of this huge, solid wall stair case are benches that face into each unique area of the Launch Bay. The Dark Side meet and greets are directly adjacent to one of these benches about 30 yards away give or take . This bench looks directly towards the empty lines for Darth Vader and Kylo Ren. And if you’ve ever been inside those meet and greet rooms they are basically a set-dressed photo studio, but a VERY small space with a waiting area where the character comes to you and then brings you in to interact with you and in Kylo’s case, be an absolute dick to you beyond reason. More on that later.

So the Landing bay is currently empty. I will see two people in the next 5-7 minutes, none of which will witness what’s about to happen.

I’m sitting by myself on this bench, and my legs are SHAKING. As an anxious person, I’m imagining all of the possible scenarios happening inside. The FIRST thing I thought of was “I bet you anything Hailee outed me as being a weenie about meet and greets” (which she HAD done with Rey. Hailee I love you and the embarrassment I bear from that will never leave me) So I immediately text the group chat of my coworkers about it and as I’m texting frantically, my phone starts ringing.

It’s Hailee.

In that moment, I was livid. I was like “really this bitch is going to call me when I KNOW she’s in there with that asshole Kylo, like some friend” and I ALMOST let it go to voicemail, but in a flurry of bravery, I answered the phone and was like “Hailee, knock it off, this is NOT funny. DONT.” and I hung up and then I got REALLY scared because I didn’t hear ANYTHING on the other line.

And here’s where it gets ridiculous.

Remember, the Landing Bay is empty. At this point, I see the first set of people, a German family with two children happily skipping by me. As soon as they’re gone, the door to Kylo Ren’s meet and greet area opens. And I know this because there’s a light on the other side of it, I can see it as the door opens. Kylo appears in the doorway.

KYLO REN. APPEARS. IN. THE. DOOR. WAY.

I freeze. No movement in every possible inch of my body, I actually cannot move. I’m staring at him, he’s staring at me. The Landing Bay is empty. We stay like that for about ten seconds and he gestures for me to come.

By this point, I’m visibly shaking. I’m now holding my phone in a death grip and my palms are sweating so badly it’s gonna slip out of my hand like a fucking bar of soap. I shake my head. I cannot even speak, I just. NOPE. NOPE NOPE NOPE.

then he glares at me. STILL! THERE’S NO ONE AROUND. NO ONE IS WITNESSING THIS EXCEPT FOR ME AND MUTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE KYLO REN. So after he glares at me, He does that thing he always does in all the fanfiction where his cape goes woosh and he’s gone.

So the door closes and then I immediately break down. Full blown panic attack, shaking, soundless crying, tears start POURING down my face. At this point, I see the second soul in the Landing Bay, a very adorably dressed girl with a parasol heading also to the Kylo Ren line, who is promptly taken into the waiting area by the cast member. She did not see this either.

Minutes later, Hailee appears from the exit side looking mildly concerned. She sees me crying and she’s like “oh my god what happened” and I E X P L O D E into tears like ‘how could you DO THIS TO ME it WASNT FUNNY’. And she sat down next to me and says:

“You are not going to believe what I’m about to tell you.”

According to Hailee, without her Polaroid, she asked the Cast Member to use her phone to take her picture. It was at this point she mentioned, to not my surprise at ALL, that she DID have someone else here with her, but she was sitting outside (me) and that if I were there, I’d be the one to take then picture.

So here’s where it gets weird because I only have half of this interaction: According to Hailee (who I love and trust with my whole life), Kylo demanded she contact me. Hailee politely declined, however he REMOVED her phone from her hand, DEMANDED she tell him which contact I was, dialed the number, PUT ME ON SPEAKERPHONE.

So. EVERYONE in that TINY ASS ROOM, Kylo’s handler, the photographer, Hailee, K Y L O FUCKING R E N. Heard me HOLDING BACK TEARS saying “KNOCK IT OFF THIS ISN”T FUNNY”

You know the rest, he storms out, stares me down,(threatens me, really), then disappears. He leaves a video message for me, which Hailee spared me from and then released her.

It took me an HOUR AND FORTY-FIVE minutes to feel myself again after that. Hailee felt SO...BAD about it, it absolutely put a damper on our day.

And that is why if I ever see Kylo walking about Galaxy’s Edge, there will be a Fae-shaped hole in the nearest blast door and I will be G O N E. I am not expecting anyone to believe a goddamn word of this because it’s truly insane, but cross my fucking heart, swear to die this actually happened.

Anyway thanks for coming to my TedTALK

#mod fae #tocr shenanigans #tocr storytime #staff ramblings #kylo ren #disneyland

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horansqueen · 5 years ago

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AM Conversations : chapter 41

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

CHAPTER 1 || CHAPTER 2 || CHAPTER 3 || CHAPTER 4 || CHAPTER 5 || CHAPTER 6 || CHAPTER 7 || CHAPTER 8 || CHAPTER 9 || CHAPTER 10 || CHAPTER 11 || CHAPTER 12 || CHAPTER 13 || CHAPTER 14 || CHAPTER 15 || CHAPTER 16 || CHAPTER 17 || CHAPTER 18 || CHAPTER 19 || CHAPTER 20 || CHAPTER 21 || CHAPTER 22 || CHAPTER 23 || CHAPTER 24 || CHAPTER 25 || CHAPTER 26 || CHAPTER 27 || CHAPTER 28 || CHAPTER 29 || CHAPTER 30 || CHAPTER 31 || CHAPTER 32 || CHAPTER 33 || CHAPTER 34 || CHAPTER 35 || CHAPTER 36 || CHAPTER 37 || CHAPTER 38 || CHAPTER 39 || CHAPTER 40

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -3.9k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

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- note for this chapter: short smut scene. also, tell me how you felt! and if you thought something would happen or not and what you think of what did or didnt happen. not clear? just read, thank youuuu!

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Chapter 41 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I was surprised at how much Niall would insist to talk to me. I had heard about him a lot in the first week but when the second week started, he seemed to be a bit too busy and I totally understood. I missed him, but I didn't want to stop him from living his trip plenty and the way he had expected to, I just decided to be there when he had time and not make a big deal of when he would cancel our plans. It was only six weeks, and half of those were already over, I had a lifetime to spend with Niall, or at least I hoped for it, so there were no reason to try and make him feel bad about it.

Still, the fact that he called twice by himself on the same night and seemed impatient to talk to me made me feel slightly better. I wanted to believe him when he said he'd stay faithful, and I knew he loved me, but how many people have cheated on their lover even thought they loved them? I knew I was being insecure but I felt like I was also being realist. I was well aware we didn't play for the same league, and that our statuses were different, but I liked to believe it didn't matter to him.

"I wish I was there with you too, petal." he whispered as I stared at him.

I wanted to tell him that if that's really what he wanted, he should jump in a plane and come back to me but I knew it was not reasonable and that not only would I be disappointed, I would also end up feeling guilty for asking, whether he'd come back or not, and I was pretty sure he wouldn't anyway.

We remained a while just looking at each other without talking and i loved the way his eyes roamed on my face. He finally moved slightly in bed and leaned his head on the pillow behind him. He was in the dark, his face only lighted up by the weak light of his phone, and it hit me how tired he was but also how handsome he was. I always knew, of course. I used to spend so much time analyzing his facial epressions and enjoying the way he laughed, but at this exact moment, it was even more obvious and the good thing was, he was looking at me in a loving way. He was staring at me in a romantic way, a way I would have never even dared to hope for, but it was happening.

"What were you saying before I parked?" I asked with a smirk, raising my eyebrows.

His lips curled too and he chuckled, shaking his head slightly. I loved knowing I could make him laugh.

"I said I wanted to feel myself inside you so bad, darling."

And I loved knowing I could make him horny, too.

"Let me just get inside-"

"No."he cut me, surprising me a bit. "Start where you are. Move your shirt up, petal, let me see your tits."

"Are you serious?" I wondered in a low tone, noticing his eyes falling on my body and making me suddenly very self-conscious.

"Dead serious, Liv. I haven't seen or touched you in three weeks and i've been sharing rooms with my cousins every damn night." he groaned low. "Please, show me your tits."

I bit my bottom lip, glancing around to see if someone could see me but I ended up just moving my hoodie up along with the shirt I was wearing under. I had decided not to wear a bra at all and I had to admit I was being a bit lazy in the past weeks but I missed Niall and I was too sad to care.

"Fuck, I wish I could touch you." he groaned again.

I waited a few seconds and finally brought one of my hands on my breasts, rubbing them slowly as I watched his face change. He moved slightly on his seat and shook his head, his eyes following my hands.

"I want my hands all over you." he whispered, making me biting my bottom lip.

"I want your mouth all over me."

I watched as he moved again and he finally positioned his phone better. I held my breath when I saw his fingers wrapped around his cock and my whole body started throbbing at the sight. I looked as his hand moved up on his length, reaching his tip, and he squeezed it a bit before going all the way back down, letting out a groan again.

I couldn't handle it anymore and grabbed my keys but just as I opened the door, I heard my boyfriend's voice again.

"Stay right where you are."

His voice was louder than normal and firm, and it made my heart skip a beat as I stopped moving completely. After a few seconds, I closed my door again and licked my lips, staring at him. I loved when he told me what to do and I just wanted to do everything he'd tell me to.

"I'll let you know when you can get inside."

I nodded quickly and pressed my thighs together, feeling my inner thighs throb harder. Three weeks felt so long without him and the bed felt so fucking empty but at that exact moment, I realized how far he was even more. If he was a few hours away, i'd drive to him just to feel him inside me and then drive back, but it was impossible. I missed the warmth of his body and I was craving him and his hands on me. I wanted to feel his breath on my neck so bad that something in my stomach stirred.

"Move your phone a bit darling, and slip your hand in your pants. I want to watch you touch yourself."

I was grateful he didn't ask me to get naked because it was a bit cold outside and did exactly what he asked. I felt my cold fingers brush against my cit and let out a short whimper as my legs tensed.

"Haven't touched myself in so long, fuck." he admitted, making me bite my bottom lip. "Should have brought you with me."

My lips curled and I chuckled slightly, tilting my head.

"So you could just use me to get laid and then abandon me in crappy motels?"

"So what?" he smirked and raised his eyebrows. "Don't pretend you wouldn't want to be my little fuck toy."

My smile fell and I pressed my lips together, making him smirk even more. I pressed the tip of one of my fingers on my clit and whimpered more.

"I already am." I whispered.

"Yea? Tell me."

I pushed two of my fingers inside me and breathed in, my heartbeats accelerate at the feeling. I wanted him so bad it was barely bearable.

"I'm your little fuck toy." I murmured as I noticed his eyes dropping to my lips and then between my legs. "I'm all yours, you own me."

"Are you wet, petal?" he asked before I slowly nodded. "Take your fingers out and suck on them."

Reluctantly, I took my hand out of my pants and very slowly brought my fingers to my mouth, brushing them on my bottom lip and finally letting my tongue slide on them. After a few seconds, I pushed them in my mouth and sucked on them while staring at him. I had never felt as attractive to someone as I did to Niall and it was a great feeling.

"Okay just get in the house now." he ordered quickly. "You close the door behind yourself and get totally naked. Do it."

I didn't have time to time, I just rushed out of the car with my phone in hands and unlocked the door quickly before getting in and closing it behind me. I put the phone on the first counter I saw and took both my shirts off before pulling down my pants and panties.

"Get on the couch."

I tried to think of a way to make things easier and finally just leaned the phone on an arm's couch as I got on my knees, on the couch too, facing my phone. Quickly, I brought my hand between my legs and started touching myself again. I couldn't explain how horny I was and I was pretty sure I wouldn't last long.

"Mm, it's hell without you, you know it, right?" i confessed with a short whimper as I pushed my fingers inside me again. "I miss you."

I brought my free hand to my breasts and felt my eyes flutter as I was bringing myself closer and loser to an orgasm.

"It's hell without you too." he breathed, moving his phone a bit, making me see that he was jerking himself harder.

The sight made my whole body tense and my lips parted. I was about to say something when he groaned again.

"Pet, you're gonna make me cum."

That thought made me reach my peak and I started shaking. My eyes fluttered close but I forced myself to keep them open just to stare at him.

"Niall, fuck... oh god, Niall!"

I heard him moan louder this time and watched as his face twisted before my eyes dropped to his cock. Watching him cum all over himself made my orgasm even stronger and I let myself fall on the couch when my heartbeats started decelerating. I grabbed my phone and brought it up, biting my bottom lip as I looked at him slightly embarrassed.

"Three weeks without you, three weeks without an orgasm." I pointed out after a minute of silence.

"That's way too long." he chuckled. "And hearing you moan my name as you came? Fuck, darling, you need to do that more often."

"I agree." my lips curled and I just licked them as a shiver crossed my whole body.

"Cold?" he asked as I nodded. "You can dress back up, i'll wait."

I sent him a fond smile and put the phone done before getting up and going to his room to get a pair of sweatpants and when I came back, I grabbed his hoodie again and put it on, leaving the rest of my clothes on the floor. I knew he'd hate it if he was here and I did plan on putting them in the laundry basket but it could wait. I came back and lied down, grabbing my phone again. He noticed my hoodie and smiled, moving his chin in my direction.

"Did you at least wash it?" he asked, making me shaking my head. "Disgusting."

I grimaced and he laughed but I just tilted my head.

"It barely smells like you anymore." I explained with a shrug. "You've been away for too long."

We stared at each other for what seemed like an hour and he finally passed his hand in his hair, making a cute mess of it before sighing low.

"I know." he replied cautiously. "I'll be back in three weeks though, you think you'll be okay?"

Something seemed to break in my chest and I was scared it was my heart but i ignored it and nodded a bit, sending him a sad smile. It was unfair of me to make him feel guilty and I swallowed my pain. He brought his phone closer and I tried to focus on how blue his eyes were but he stopped himself as soon as his lips parted. The door flew open and I saw movements behind him, hearing someone laugh.

"You alone?" Niall asked with a frown.

"Yea I think he'll be back late, maybe only in the morning." Willie explained. "Mate, the girl you left alone at the bar to come here? She was dirty!"

I felt my heart jump in my chest, not really knowing what it meant exactly but I could swear it was not something good. My smile fell and Niall quickly got up, showing his forefinger to his cousin and locking himself in the bathroom.

"Niall?" I asked in a murmur, swallowing again but my tears this time.

"No wait, Liv, it was just a girl flirting with me, nothing happened."

"Nothing happened because I accidentally called you? Or nothing would have happened anyway?"

I didn't want to be the hysterical jealous girlfriend but my boyfriend was on the other side of the world and it literally took the smallest thing to make my imagination run wild.

"Nothing would have happened, Olivia, I fucking swear on my life." he replied low, staring in my eyes. "I'm so sorry, I promise there's no reason to stress or anything. I love you and only you."

"Love and sex aren't always linked, Niall." I pointed out low, closing my eyes a few seconds.

"You're right, but this time, it is." he replied, making me frown. "I mean that this relationship is different. I would never do that to you."

I stared at him for a while and finally nodded gently. I trusted him, I always have and there was no reason for me to stop.

"Okay." I whispered so low I was not sure he heard me.

"I should sleep, it's late here." he replied softly. "But I'll text you tomorrow, okay?"

I nodded again, very slowly this time, and he raised his eyebrows, his facial expressions still very serious.

"Trust me, Liv. I'll never lie to you." he added. "I love you, goodnight darling."

"Goodnight Nee, I love you too."

The screen went black for a few seconds and then my phone's background appeared. I put my phone on my stomach and closed my eyes, trying to let my emotions get the best of me but after a few minutes I couldn't handle it anymore and started crying. I didn't even try to wipe the tears off my cheeks and I even allowed myself to sob for a while, feeling my tears slide down on my neck. I missed him, I was scared to lose him but most of all, I hated to feel like I was not enough, or like I didn't deserve him. It was an intense and disgusting feeling and it always made me feel like shit. I don't know how long I remained laying there on his couch crying but after a while, I took my phone and sent a quick text to Louis.

'SOS'

He replied so quick I sort of guessed he was already on his phone.

'I'm on my way.'

I turned on my side, my face pressed on the couch, trying to get rid of the bad feelings inside me without much success. It took me every ounce of strength I had left to get off the couch and walk to the door when Louis rang. He saw my face and immediately grimaced at my sight.

"You look horrible."

"And you look like that stupid emoji."

This time, he let out a short but loud laugh before wrapping both his arms around my neck and grossly kiss the side of my head, leaving a wet trace on purpose. I groaned and pushed him slightly.

"And suddenly it's like Niall never left." I half-joked.

I took a step back and sighed, closing my eyes. I felt Louis' hands on my uppe arms and opened my eyes again only to meet his. He sent me a small but understanding smile and my heart twisted in my chest.

"It's okay to be weak, Liv, you know?" he let out in a soft voice. "I know you, you're exactly like me. Let it go, okay? I'm not here to judge you and if it can reassure you, you're one of the strongest persons i've ever met."

I stared at him for a few seconds, swallowing hard again, and without thinking, I just threw myself in his arms. He held me tight against him and I buried my face in his shirt, crying without shame. I felt his hands rub my back gently as he remained silent. I was grateful for him and for his presence, especially since we barely knew each other, but I had to admit that he had been a real friend in the past few weeks.

"Come on, let's get you a drink darling."

I followed him to the kitchen, letting my feet rub against the floor in a lazy way, and watched as he took a few bottles out.

"Shooters and wine, how's that?"

I sent him a small smile and he replied with a big one, handing me the bottles as he grabbed glasses. We ended up on the couch and I brought my knees up, wrapping my arms around them as he poured us vodka in a shooter glass.

"To our new friendship." he said after handing me one.

I raised it up and quickly downed it and as soon as I put it on the coffee table, he filled it up again. I chuckled but accepted and drank it quickly, the liquid not burning my throat like the first one did.

I don't know how many glasses we drank but I was pretty sure the bottle of vodka wasn't even near being empty when we found it. The bottle of wine, on the other hand, I knew was full when Louis got it out of the fridge but I watched him fill my glass with what was left of it. I took a sip and put it on the table, leaning against the couch. We had talked a lot and I always enjoyed it. At first, I explained everything that happened with Niall and he told me how much Niall cared and loved me. The conversation changed and we literally ended up talking about anything that would come to mind, whether it was relating anecdotes or sharing our opinions of different subjects. Louis was funny and interesting and there was not a boring moment with him.

I felt a wave of fatigue hit me and leaned my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes.

"I'm so sorry about El." I mumbled, feeling drunker suddenly. "I know how much you love her."

"Yea well, shit happens." he replied after a moment of silence.

I moved my head up and frowned, staring at him until his eyes met mine.

"It's okay to be weak, Lou, you know?" I let out, using his exact words and making him smile.

I could see his eyes sparkle, or maybe it was only the light of the living room reflecting in them, but it made me smile more.

"You're right." he just admitted, grabbing both my hands between his. "Thanks so much for being there."

I chuckled and shook my head.

"No thanks to you for being there for me." I argued. "I mean I know Niall asked you to but yea, thank you anyway."

We stared at each other for a while and I felt better knowing I wouldn't spend the whole night alone again. He was drunk, probably drunker than me, and there was no way he could drive.

"You can use one of Niall's guest rooms if you want." I shrugged, getting up.

He pulled on my hands and I fell back on the couch, laughing a bit.

"I don't think you realize how beautiful you are, Olivia."

His words took me by surprised and my lips parted. My eyes roamed on his face and his grip tightened slightly on my hands. Mine were cold and the warmth of his made me feel better.

"You think Niall is gonna cheat on you, or stop loving you, or stop wanting you..." he added, shaking his head. "It's not true, he won't. I don't know why you keep saying he's out of your league. There's no league. There's just this strong bond between you two that will never be destroyed. It's obvious for all of us. You need to see it, too. Because I know exactly what Niall sees in you, and what Harry saw too. Why can't you see it?"

I felt my eyes water as I listened to him. He seemed sincere and I didn't know how to react or what to say. I just let my eyes roam on his face as I squeezed his fingers as tight as I could, nodding slowly. I couldn't talk, knowing y voice would crack, and moved a bit closer, leaning my head on his shoulder again.

I thought about Niall and how much I missed him. I thought about how he was everything to me, and about how bad I wanted this to last. I thought about everything we went through and every moment I was grateful for. I thought for so long that I ended up falling asleep.

When I woke up, it was already morning and I groaned, feeling the soft but annoying sun rays hit my face. I turned my head away and rubbed my face on the thighs my head was leaned on, feeling a shiver run up my spine.

"Mm, Niall." I whimpered very low, my eyes still closed.

"Mm, wrong lad, love."

Louis' voice took me by surprise and I quickly sat up, letting out a short wail and grimacing due to the sudden headache hitting me. Louis laughed and when I opened my eyes, he was looking at me with a big smile.

"'Morning!"

"Fuck mornings." I pointed out, making him laugh even more.

"Yea I hate them too." he admitted, raising his nose up. "How about we take some meds and go back to sleep in a real bed for a few more hours?"

"It's like you're reading my mind, Tommo."

He got up and extended his hand out. I grabbed it slowly and he helped me up as I grabbed my phone to bring it with me. I followed him to the bathroom but decided to check my messages, smiling suddenly when I saw Niall had sent me a few. I felt lighter despite all the alcohol still making me dizzy and read them all a few times.

'I'm thinking of you. I'm always thinking of you.'

'I wish you were here. I almost took a plane back after we hung up.'

'No one is you. I love you.'

The last one made my heart melt and when I looked up, Louis was smirking, reading Niall's texts over my shoulders.

"Hey! It's private!"

"Don't be all offended, you literally told me how you liked to be fucked last night."

I stared at him as my heart threatened to jump out of my throat. He laughed again and handed me two pills and a glass of water.

"Really?" I asked with a grimace after swallowing them.

"Oh really!" he chuckled. "Come on, go back to bed. I'll be right there if you need me."

He pointed out an other room and I nodded, walking to Niall's room and letting myself fall in his bed. His pillow still smelled a bit like him and I wrapped my arms around it, pressing my nose on it and inhaling deeply. I waited a few minutes but couldn’t seem to fall asleep without answering his text messages and I just took my phone that was laying next to me on the mattress, typing a message and trying not to make any typos.

'You are the love of my life. I'll always be waiting for you.'

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winterune · 6 years ago

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A Natsume Yuujinchou Fanfiction #10 - Because I Love You

Word count: 2778

Summary: Natsume received a chocolate from a girl outside his class, much to his surprise, because he didn’t realize it was Valentine’s Day.

A/N: something I thought about on a whim because I realized I have never written a Valentine’s Day Natsume fic before. It’s been soooo long since I wrote any fic--or written anything for that matter--so I’m sorry if this turns out weird. Not edited or beta’d. Probably going to post a final version later on AO3 or FFN. Also, I wrote this for @epona999 as a late birthday present^^. Hope you’ll like it! And thanks for reading :)

“Natsume-kun!”

Takashi Natsume was walking down the corridor heading back to class in the short break between lessons when a voice called out to him. It was a girl, standing several feet behind him, with long brown hair that draped over her shoulders.

“Yes?” he asked, turning around to directly face her. He had never seen her before.

“U—Umm…” Her eyes flitted in and out of his face, hands hidden behind her back. “It’s just—umm—something I made in cooking class so uh…”

Natsume cocked his head to the side. “Can I help you?”

The girl seemed to shut her eyes and in one smooth motion, shoved something toward his chest, yelling, “This is for you!” before running off and turning around the corner. She was gone in an instant, leaving Natsume blinking in confusion with a small brown bag in his hand.

He held it up and scrutinized the bag with a frown. Cooking class?

Soft snickers around him made him realize he had spectators and dipping his head self-consciously, Natsume made his way quickly back to class.

His classmates’ buzz of conversation reached him before he opened the door. Nishimura, who was sitting by his table, looked up and noticed the bag he was carrying. His eyes widened in surprise.

“What’s that?!” he exclaimed, pointing a finger to the brown bag.

Natsume shrugged. “A girl gave it to me outside.”

“A girl? Seriously?!” His mouth hung open in disbelief.

Natsume frowned at Nishimura’s sudden enthusiasm and eyed the bag suspiciously.

“Let me see that,” Nishimura went on, and without waiting for Natsume’s reply, he’d snatched the bag away. “Cookies,” he commented. He sniffed at it. “And it smells delicious too.”

“She did say she made it in cooking class—”

“Cooking class!” Nishimura exclaimed dramatically. All of a sudden, it was as if all those enthusiastic energy left him and Nishimura deflated on the table beside Natsume’s, head falling on the desk top, his arms hanging limp on his sides. “Ahh I want one.”

Natsume looked at his friend incredulously. What was so good about these cookies? You could buy cookies from the store if you want one.

“You could have them if you want,” he offered.

“Nope. She gave them to you so it’s yours,” his friend said, adamantly handing the brown bag to Natsume.

Still feeling unsure what Nishimura was whining about, Natsume took the bag back, when he heard Kitamoto, who had been silent throughout the exchange, chuckling.

“They’re Valentine Day cookies, Natsume,” Kitamoto explained. “Nishimura’s been nagging since morning that he hasn’t received one.”

“I keep dreaming Taki would come through that door and give me a home-baked chocolate,” Nishimura said.

Valentine’s.

Natsume didn’t realize it was Valentine’s. Ah, now it made sense why the girl seemed fidgety then. But why would she give him one?

Well, at least he understood now why Nishimura seemed somewhat depressed since morning, and seeing his friend now being consoled by Kitamoto, it brought a smile to his face.

***

“Well, that’s a pretty boy to you,” Nishimura grumbled when classes for the day was over and they were gathering their books and things to head home.

Throughout the day, a couple of other girls had approached Natsume—once in class, the other was when the three of them were heading to their lunch spot on the roof—to give him yet another Valentine’s chocolate. Someone had even snuck in and slipped a chocolate box in his desk drawer when he wasn’t in class, so he had a total of four chocolates by the end of the day—five if you include the one from Sasada’s.

Kitamoto and Nishimura had received only one, and that was from Sasada. Kitamoto had accepted it but Nishimura had gotten into a fight over it, saying a chocolate from Sasada didn’t mean anything. Sasada had been tempted to take it back, but Nishimura had immediately apologized since “it’s better than coming home empty-handed”.

Natsume never liked that nickname but he could only smile wryly at it. There was nothing he could do anyway, no reason he could give, not that they were asking for any…probably. Well, what could he say? He certainly didn’t predict this happening.

When they met Tanuma by the front door, just about to slip off his indoor shoes for his outdoor ones, they noticed he was carrying a small plastic bag that no doubt contained the chocolates he’d received that day.

“Damn you pretty boys,” Nishimura muttered under his breath.

Like Natsume, Tanuma could only chuckle to that.

“How many did you get?” Kitamoto asked.

Glancing at the pouting Nishimura slipping on his outdoor shoes, he murmured, “Five. Sasada just gave me one.”

“Same as him, then,” Kitamoto replied.

Tanuma’s eyes shifted to Natsume, though he didn’t look at all surprised. “I’d thought as much.”

“Right?” Kitamoto went on, a grin now plastered from ear to ear. “Despite his quiet demeanor, he’s surprisingly popular with girls.”

“Maybe I should start having a quiet demeanor,” Nishimura piped in.

“Oh, shut it, Nishimura. You still haven’t received one from Taki yet.”

“There’s no guarantee she’s going to give me one.”

“Wait, she hasn’t?” Tanuma asked, genuinely surprised as his hand started rummaging inside his plastic bag. “I’m sure she has one for each of you. I mean, I got one from her—”

“Ah! There you are!”

Before Tanuma could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a voice. They simultaneously looked behind them and there stood Taki, somewhat out of breath, her bag slung over her shoulder had its zipper half opened.

“Good thing I hadn’t missed you,” she said, determinedly walking toward them with a hand fishing inside her bag for what turned out to be a small cute bag filled with cookies. “Here,”—she gave one to Natsume, then to Nishimura, and last to Kitamoto.

A huge sigh escaped her lips. “Sorry, I had stuffs to do all day. It was just because I passed by Tanuma-kun that I remembered to give him the chocolate. Good thing you hadn’t left just now.” Smiling from ear to ear, her hair slightly disheveled from the running she must had done from the upper floor, she said, “Happy Valentine’s Day, guys!”

Natsume and Kitamoto thanked her with grins of their own while Nishimura outright cried. They were left glancing at each other in half smiles as Kitamoto patted Nishimura’s shoulder.

***

“What’s that, Takashi-kun?” Touko-san asked the moment Natsume opened the door and called, “I’m home.” She’d peeked her head from the kitchen doorway and noticed the small bag he’d received from Taki. Feeling embarrassed and self-conscious all at once, Natsume had hidden the chocolates he’d received in his bag. But Taki’s was a last addition and his bag couldn’t take in another chocolate—if he didn’t want it crushed, which he didn’t, since it was what Taki had made herself. So he decided to carry it. When he entered the house, he’d made sure to hide it from view so Touko-san wouldn’t see it, but that plan obviously failed.

“They’re chocolates,” Natsume replied sheepishly. “From a friend.”

“Ah!” Touko-san exclaimed after a moment’s pause, so sudden that it almost made Natsume jump. “It’s Valentine’s, isn’t it? Ah, how that brings back memories. I used to give Shigeru-san chocolates too back then.” A warm smile graced her lips as her eyes looked on some distant memory. “Maybe I’ll make something special for tonight’s dinner. Ooh, how exciting! I haven’t felt this energetic for a while.” Her eyes meeting Natsume, she grinned and said, “Want to help, Takashi-kun?”

Natsume blinked and could only stammer, “Oh, okay,” before his mind could process what Touko-san just said.

Touko beamed from ear to ear. “This’ll be fun! Shigeru-san will be so surprised,” she said gleefully, getting back inside the kitchen. “Put your bag down and don’t forget to wash your hands first, right, Takashi-kun?”

***

“What’s all the ruckus down there?” was Sensei’s way of greeting when Natsume opened the door to his room.

“I’m home, Sensei,” Natsume greeted him back. “It’s rare to see you here so early in the afternoon.”

Sensei ignored the comment, then his eyes spotted the pink bag Natsume was placing on his desk. Eyes wide, ears perked, he took a sniff—it smelled like food. “What’s that?” he asked, sauntering over to Natsume’s desk.

“Cookies,” Natsume replied. “Taki made them.”

At the mention of her name, however, Nyanko-sensei stopped on his tracks, his nose scrunching in disgust. “Taki?” he asked incredulously. “Can that girl even cook?”

“Don’t be like that, Sensei,” Natsume said with a chuckle. He opened the bag and saw star-shaped chocolate cookies inside. He fished one and looked at it carefully. “I’m sure it’s edible.” He took a bite of the cookie, tasting it for a while. The chocolate melt in his mouth, the flavor spreading and coating his tongue, before he gulped it down then tossed the rest of the cookie inside.

“It’s good,” he commented.

“Surprisingly,” added Sensei.

“Want some?” Natsume held a cookie out to the cat, but Nyanko-sensei was looking at it as though he was looking at something out of this world.

“I’d rather have this,” he said, as he rummaged inside Natsume’s bag and held out a box one of the girls had given Natsume. He sniffed at it, and Natsume had to wonder if he could even smell something through the box and wrapping. But apparently he could, since his eyes seemed to gleam so bright when he looked at Natsume and said, “This is from that shop, right? The one you always pass by to and from school?”

Well, Natsume had to say he was impressed. Give it to Nyanko-sensei to be able to spot something so random. There were quite a few stores that sold chocolates at this time of the year. How did he even know which shop this particular box was from?

“You’re going to get fatter, you know, Sensei, and then I have to take you out for a walk again,” Natsume teased even as he took the box from Sensei and began unwrapping it.

“Oh shut up and hurry up and open the box!”

Natsume snickered at his response.

The box had a variety of colorful chocolates in various shapes: hearts, stars, flowers, leaves, or plain simple circles. Without further ado, Nyanko-sensei took one of them and plopped it into his mouth. The instant the chocolate made contact with his tongue, a smile bloomed on his face, eyes shut in bliss.

“You should buy more of this chocolate stuff, Natsume,” Nyanko-sensei said after tossing the third chocolate into his mouth.

“You know chocolate isn’t good for a cat, right?”

“Well, I’m not a cat.”

“All the more so. Isn’t it weird for a great youkai to be so giddy over a little chocolate?”

“Shut it!”

He was eating the fifth one when Natsume snatched the box away. “Don’t eat it all, Sensei! I’m going to save some for Touko-san and Shigeru-san.”

“What’s the problem? You have more than enough for them even if you give me that box.” Sensei made his point more apparent by grabbing the rest of the chocolates from Natsume’s bag and dropping them down on the table. “See? You have—what—six in total?” he said, counting the wrapped boxes and the two bags of cookies. “You can have Taki’s. I’ll have this box. And you’ll still have four more.”

“That’s not the issue here,” Natsume replied with a sigh. “Anyway, no! You’re not having any more before I give some to Shigeru-san and Touko-san, all right?”

Before Nyanko-sensei could protest or snatched any of the boxes for himself, Natsume moved fast and grabbed all the chocolate boxes and bags. Nyanko-sensei scowled and clicked his tongue in irritation.

“Why do you have so many chocolates in the first place?” he asked.

“I guess it’s Valentine’s Day. Girls give chocolates to boys.”

Nyanko-sensei stared at him. “Why?”

Why?

Natsume pondered that question and couldn’t really come to an answer. Though he’d seen his classmates getting rather excited for Valentine’s Day before—like how Nishimura was that day—Natsume himself never really cared about it. None of the families he’d lived before had ever done anything special. In fact, it was the first time he’s ever received a chocolate from anyone.

“I heard it’s the day girls give chocolates to the boys they like,” Natsume responded rather hesitatingly.

Nyanko-sensei’s eyes flitted from the pile of chocolates on Natsume’s arms to his face, then his lips spread into a wide smirk. “Does that mean all those girls like you then?”

It took a moment, two moments, then three, before the statement was rooted into his mind, and he realized then why that girl had been so nervous when she gave him the chocolate. He couldn’t stop the heat from reaching his face.

“W—What are you talking about? Of course not!”

Nyanko-sensei snickered. “You’re blushing.”

“There is what you call friendship chocolate too, Sensei,” Natsume tried not to let Sensei’s words rattle him so much.

“And that is Taki’s chocolate. I believe you have Sasada’s too, right? The others—”

“Anyway!” Natsume cut him off. He wouldn’t let Nyanko-sensei finish that thought. “I don’t know much about it, okay? And Touko-san is waiting for me downstairs to help her with dinner.”

“Even Touko-san,” Natsume heard Nyanko-sensei said absently after a pause as he left his room behind in a hurry. “Sometimes I really don’t understand this holidays you humans have.”

***

Touko-san was already busy with a soup and some side dishes when Natsume entered the kitchen.

“Is that you, Takashi-kun?” she asked without looking from chopping up vegetables. “Can you help me stir the soup over there, please?”

“Okay,” Natsume responded. He put all the chocolates he’d carried on the dining table before heading over the stove. It was then Touko-san looked up with a smile, as if she was about to say something, when she spotted the pile of chocolates on the table.

“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise.

Natsume noticed the direction of her gaze and, reminded of Nyanko-sensei’s remark, heat immediately rushed to his face again.

“It’s not what you think, Touko-san!” he said quickly. “I received some chocolates and I only wanted to share them with you and Shigeru-san and—”

But Touko-san, who met his gaze, only had a warm smile that touched her eyes.

“What?” she asked, a slight giggle escaping her lips. “I wasn’t going to say anything.” She turned her attention back to the vegetables she was prepping for dinner. “I’m just happy to see you so loved.”

“What?” Natsume turned his head toward Touko-san, surprised at her words.

“Didn’t you know?” she asked. “Valentine’s Day is a day when women show her appreciation and love toward the men in her life. Of course, you can express your love on any other day, but it’s a nice thought, isn’t it? That someone takes their time to buy you or make you something on a special day. Doesn’t that make you feel you’re special to them? That you mean something to someone? Oh, and it goes without saying, too, that this special dinner is not just for Shigeru-san, but for you too, Takashi-kun.”

“For…me?”

Touko-san met his gaze and she nodded, her smile so warm that Natsume felt something squeezing his heart. He could almost hear it—the words unsaid.

Because I love you.

He didn’t know when he had started crying, but he felt the tears in his eyes and tried so hard to hold them back.

Of course he knew that. He knew how kind the Fujiwara couple were to him. Some part of him knew they loved him. It had taken a while for him to see that, but he knew it, though none of them ever explicitly expressed it. From their actions and the way they treated him, he’d learned how much the Fujiwaras cared about him.

His throat felt constricted as he tried to fight back the tears. He couldn’t form any words even as Touko-san gently wiped a tear that had silently slipped through his eyes, rolling down his cheek.

With a last gentle pat, Touko-san then said determinedly, “Let’s finish this quickly before Shigeru-san comes home. It wouldn’t be a surprise now, would it, if he saw us preparing this?”

She got back to chopping the vegetables and Natsume could do nothing but smile at this woman he called his foster mother, the warmth of her hand still lingered on his face.

“Okay,” he said quietly and went back to stirring the soup that already smelled quite delicious.

~ END ~

Thanks for reading! I hope you like it^^

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theres-no-paradise · 7 years ago

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Sorry not Sorry

Okay, I admit I couldn't wait to post this and its not proof read and I tried my best with everything since I really really wanted to write this down in weeks! I will rework this first chapter the upcoming days, but for now I’m happy with this. Happy Thanksgiving! ♥ Chapter 1

Summary: A random number wakes you up early on a Saturday morning. But it doesn't stop there. The stranger keeps on sending messages, and you have no idea what is happening, when you start to develop feelings for the unknown person.

Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader [submit your name: How it works]

Y/N your Name

Y/F your friends name

Word Count: 1978

Chapter 2

Warnings: There will be swearing for sure, lots of sarcasm

A/N: My second series that will definitely be finished first before the other. I hope you’ll enjoy and let me know what you think (: Also a big thank you to @hollandorks for talking with me about the ideas and motivating me! ♥ Once I’m off today, I’ll keep writing so that the other chapters will come out as soon as possible ♥ (English isnt my first language so I’m sorry if you find major mistakes. Let me know if I need to correct something asap! :)

P.S. I was inspired by Texting - a JB Fanfiction on Wattpad I read ages ago. If there are any resemblances, I’m sorry. I tried to write as much in my own words as possible :)

Having a good sleep isn't always easy. You could think, once you're in bed and drifting off to sleep, you will wake up in the morning, well rested and happy. And on weekends, usually this happens. We go to bed on Friday nights, fall asleep and dream on and then we wake up Saturday. Sometimes in the early morning and other days late in the afternoon. It always depends on how exhausted we go to bed and how well rested we are after a few hours.

This Saturday morning didn't start well for you. A loud beeping sound awoke you, and made you turn in your bed, grabbing your phone from the bedside table. “Why haven't I turned off my phone tonight”, you muttered into your pillow, reaching out for the device, that was lighting up your bedroom.

Checking the time, your vision still a little blurry from the bright light of your phone, it showed 5:33am. Groaning, you turned around in your bed after setting your phone back to silent and made yourself comfortable.

Laying there and trying to fall back asleep, your realized, that it wouldn't do any more. Lying awake on a Saturday morning was the least thing you expected on your first day off this week. You had planned to sleep in and relax but the first option didn't work any more, so after laying around for at least thirty more minutes, you got up and shuffled half – heartedly to the kitchen.

A yawn escaped your lips, as you put water into the kettle, and put it down to boil so you could enjoy your morning tea.

As the water started to simmer, you took out your favourite mug from the shelf, added some sugar and cut a lemon to put a slice into the mug as well.

You disliked milk in tea and didn't understand, how other people could ruin the tasty beverage with putting dairy in it. Once you finished to prepare your tea, the kettle turned off, signalling that the water was finally at a hundred degrees (celsius, duh) and ready to be poured into the mug. The little teabag was dancing around in the water, as you filled up the cup. You put back the kettle and grabbed the hot mugs handle, trying not to burn yourself and slurred over to your dark brown sofa. Grabbing the remote, you turned on the TV and decided to watch some of your favourite TV show, hoping to fall asleep again for a few more hours.

It was late afternoon, and the warm May sun shone down on your face as you headed out into town, getting some groceries for the upcoming week. Saturdays were always your favourite days to stroll through town, get stuff and meet with your best friend for coffee and cake. As you sat down in Costas, putting your bags on the ground, a familiar voice sounded in your ears and you turned smiling to the direction, your friend came from. “I’m sorry for being late. Train was delayed once again”, Y/F smiled, undressing her jacket and hanging it over the chair opposite you. “No worries, I literally just came in a few minutes ago”, you said, making yourself more comfortable. “You look tired, did something happen?”, your friend asked, as she sat down on her chair, looking at your face. “Just woke up way too early this morning. Forgot to put my phone on silence and obviously some moron had to message me while I was asleep”, you explained, taking a sip of your cappuccino. “Who was it?”, Y/F questioned and copied your movements, drinking from her coffee. “I don't even know”, you said, pulling out your phone and showing your friend the screen. “Hmm, can't tell who this is. Don't recognize this number at all. But did the person find their friend?”,

You raised your eyebrows, questioning your friends words for a second. “How do I know? I didn't ask and don't intend to”, you said, putting your phone back into your pocket. “I’m just curious”, Y/F said shrugging. You shook your head and laughed but you didn't miss the face your friend was making. It seemed, that she really wanted to know who this person was. “You really want me to ask?” Y/F nodded, as her whole face lit up, making you giggle. “Okay. But only because of you. But you do realize that curiousity killed the cat, right?”, you said, as you typed in the words into your phone.

You: Found him?

Of course, you didn't get an answer straight away. The stranger was probably wondering, why you even cared if they found their friend or not. Y/F seemed to be really interested in the outcome of this question but you couldn't care less. You have never seen this number before in your life and the only question stirring around in your head was: Where did this person get my number from. They either mixed up numbers, or got the wrong one from their friend. You didn't even expect to get an answer back but it was already dark outside, when your phone signalled you an incoming message.

+44 98 7654 3210: Yeah I did. Sorry for bothering you

That was it. Not more nor less. You messaged your friend, telling her that the stranger found their friend. She told you, how glad she was and asked, if you guys texted more but you declined. You didn't feel like texting the stranger again so you just left the conversation on your phone closed. After this weird incident, you turned back to your daily routine. Made yourself some Pasta for dinner, sat down in front of the TV and watched some Netflix, before getting ready for bed. One more day off until work started back on Monday.

The next couple of days were the same as always. You got into work on Monday morning, talking to your colleagues, working on some orders from customers and enjoying yourself over all. Of course, you weren't always the happiest person and there were bad times in your past that you didn't like to talk about. But you learned to accept it and at some point in your life, you decided that you didn't want it to define yourself. It was, like you were living a new life and you chose to do so all by yourself. Y/F was always by your side since you could think. She supported you through good and bad times and you were there for her as well. The relationship with your parents was okay now but back in the times when you still lived with them, you couldn't stand to spent time with them. You felt as if everything changed into something better, since you moved out from home and got your job. You were living your life the way you wanted it to, and that was enough to keep you happy, day by day. But still, sometimes it felt like it wasnt easy to be friends with you. You knew some people and these got along with you pretty well. But other times, you felt left out when they decided to do something and didnt ask you. Y/F told you one day, it was because most of the time you would back out anyway. And it was true: When it came to clubbing and getting wasted week by week, you declined to join them. When you were younger, you’d go out and drink so much, that the next day you’d have the worst hangover ever. Now you were down for a few drinks in a pub from time to time and maybe once a month you decided to join your friends for a clubbing night, but most of the time, you’d just sit at home, watch Netflix or read a good book.

As you were on your way back home, your phone ringed once, signalling a new text message. You pulled out the device out of your jacket and opened the app, where the new message was displayed.

+44 98 7654 3210: Who’s this?

You blinked twice and stared at the message for a couple of minutes, before your fingers moved to type in a reply.

You: …? Obviously the number you messaged a couple of days before

Confused, you saw a little ...typing notification pop up on the top and you waited for the reply, that was about to come through.

+44 98 7654 3210: I know that lol But I got curious

You shook your head and walked up the stairs that led to the train station. Driving home took always a little, but you didn't mind. You liked London and its suburbs and enjoyed being out, observing the neighbourhoods and people, that got into the waggon.

You: Why?

Was the only thing, you typed into the app. You were confused and wondered, why the stranger person would keep on texting you. They didn't know you and you obviously had no idea either, who was on the other side of the line.

+44 98 7654 3210: I don't know. But I guess you’re not going to tell me?

You frowned a little, when you read the message. Not in hell were you going to tell who you were. This stranger could be a scammer, stalker or even a serial killer. They could do anything with your information and you were not going to cooperate.

Or maybe you were freaking out just a little too much? Maybe this was a guy or girl, that really just messaged the wrong number and were genuinely interested in the person that asked if they found their friend. But that would be too easy, right?

Your train arrived and you got in, once the doors opened. As you sat down on a free seat, you typed a new message.

You: I don't even know you, so why should I spill information about me? Maybe if you introduce yourself You even got my number. How?

+44 98 7654 3210: Must've mixed up the digits. Don't really remember now

You: You must've been wasted then lol

+44 98 7654 3210: Yeah …

Okay, so now you knew that they messed up the numbers and that’s how they messaged you. But you still didn't feel comfortable messaging them.

You: Anyway… that means you can stop texting now

+44 98 7654 3210: Why? We’re only texting. It's not like Im trying to do something to you

You: So you wanna keep texting with a person you don't even know?

+44 98 7654 3210: Yeah sounds fun to me!

You: Eh … rather creepy if you ask me

+44 98 7654 3210: :(

That’s when you stopped. You didn't know what to answer to a sad emoji so you decided to leave it blank and left the App.

#I did it #I really like this so far and cant wait to keep on writing #but now i have to go working and Im not in the mood #bahaa #tom holland #tom holland imagines #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland x reader #sorry not sorry #sns

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a-baleful-howl · 7 years ago

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7.07 Thoughts

First off - the leaked scripts were real. It was actually pretty annoying. I felt like I was watching the episode twice. I hope Season 8 doesnt have a lad leaker. I really do. I enjoy watching the episodes raw. And lets be completely, dead honest here - I would not have known about the leaks or seen them accidentally if I wasnt as active on Tumblr. At least on Reddit I can choose to avoid certain subreddits. On tumblr, if someone posts a spoiler there is absolutely no way of blocking it preemptively. I dont want to have to leave Tumblr next season... My sister (the family that is visiting right now, that I posted about not too long ago that we do not get along), doesnt watch GoT because she doesnt have HBO. She keeps up via snapchat and posts on Facebook. She thought that Longclaw blinking was super important, if that helps you understand how she keeps up with GoT. In gifs and screaming southerners on facebook. Anywho, when Jon said he pledged himself for D@ny, my sister leaned over and whispered "that made her super horny." Yes. I didn't see "horniness" in Danish Pastries eyes, but that was literally what was written in the leaked script - so obviously it translated to a very VERY casual viewer. So I asked her it she thought Jon was in love with D@ny and she acted like I was crazy for even asking. Obviously he likes her. Like a boy is mean to his crush on the playground, she said. That didn't make me feel much better. Honestly, I dont think Emilia is a bad actress. I think she plays stern, cold boss bitch very well. Or screaming entitled delusional girl. (which I honestly mean because Emilia is such the opposite in real life) And when directors told her to play heart eyes, she did heart eyes. I dont think shes a bad actress. I just find D@ny as a character boring now. Up until saving the Wight Hunters, she hadnt done anything redeemable or "good" since maybe Season 2-3. Anywho- off track. All this talk about honor and keeping his word and being Ned Starks "son" really struck me. He promised to fight for the north no matter the odds. So him pledging to D@ny is his own way of protecting the north. Protecting his family. But how can he talk about honor and keeping his word if he's secretly undercover? I really think he's being sacrificial. Thats something Jon would do. Give up his dreams and personal gain to save everyone. When Cersei, the coldest, baddest, most heartless bitch in all of Westeros, talks about how seeing just ONE wight made her fear for the ones she loves - imagine how JON FEELS seeing thousands of them. He is AFRAID for his family. He will so whatever it takes to protect Sansa, Arya, Bran and the North who chose him as their leader. I dont know if Jon realized immediately, that once Viserion died the NK had him. If Jon did, then that absolutely would have put him on express mode. Now - one big thing when Jon was with Ygritte and the Wildlings, is that they ALWAYS said "burn my body so I dont end up like them." I can just imagine Jon remembering those words every time he thinks of Sansa, Arya and Bran or the coming walkers. That he doesnt want his loved ones to turn into wights - because it was even what the wildlings feared most. Its a fate worse than death. He burned Ygritte. He's burned so many people so they dont turn into wights. He is trying to save his family from that morbid fate. Then we have Theon and Jon talking. So - I think Jon's "it might look that way on the outside" is a hint at his undercover/sacrificial ways. But, whats also really interesting to me, is that Theon brings up RAMSAY. And Jon narrows his eyes like "yea, tell me more about that monster who hurt my Sansa." As if he wants to hear about Ramsay and what Theon went through - as if to understand Sansa more. To get more insight on what happened to her. Theon bringing up Ramsay would make Jon think about Sansa here. And they're talking about THEON saving his SISTER. And Jons response is "why are you talking instead of doing? What are you waiting for?" YES. YES. YES. Jon is so sure that the right thing to do is to put yourself in danger to save your family - your sister. He doesn't think about it. His answer is instinctual. Because thats what hes doing now. JUST DO - dont think. His answer is everything to me. SO MUCH. SO MUCH. Sansa didnt seem that upset when Petyr suggested Jon wants to marry D@ny. Which to me says Sansa has NOT considered a romantic relationship with Jon - YET. And what usually happens in romantic plots, is that theres an awakening moment that brings one of the interests to realize what they want. Maybe this is Sansas wake up call. That the idea of Jon marrying another leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. But we dont see full on jealously in this episode, really. At least I didnt. Okay - now to boatsex. We have a brief moment of Jon standing in front of her door before knocking. He goes TO HER. Which bothers me. I just cant imagine canon!Jon initiating sex with anyone. Hes too noble and honorable. Sex outside of marriage? Possible bastard babies? Reading signs wrong? But this could be a moment where hes deciding - welp, I have to do this to earn her undying loyalty for good. Im not completely sold on ignoring my "he'll fuck the first girl who isnt his sister" or "he has to prove something" headcanons either. I mean, I believe he is giving into D@nys affections because he has nothing else to lose. Sansa is his sister. D@ny is beautiful. And Jon might see something good in her, especially after she has postponed her quest for the throne to save mankind - but deep down their characters are so different that HOW could he really be in love with her? And the fact that their sex scene is over cut with exposition and dialogue means that this scene is more than just a romance. Its a plot point. It has to be spelled out. Its still mysterious. D@ny is in love, but Jon? Jon searches into her eyes as if he has to convince himself to stay hard. I think Jonsa is endgame - but the real question here is, does he love Sansa or D@ny? Will he love both? Or does he love neither? I have more posts about the other characters this episode, the writing, and the problems soon. This is just my quick post episode Jonsa reaction. My phone is at 4% so I will have to come back later. (OMG PLEASE DONT DIE ON ME) Lets just say that I think JonxD@ny is fanservice, and that we shouldnt trust D&DBs writing completely or write any possible outcome and plot turn off. And love each other, we have fanfiction and remember they are fiction. (but Jonsa is endgame ;) ) OH- And "the dragon and the wolf"? The writers obviously thought they were being clever to get a double meaning out of a title, about Rheagar and Lyanna and Jon and D@ny. Doesnt mean theyre a couple - theyre just the most important plot reveal this episode. :p

#jonsa #actuallyjonsa #jonxsansa #jon x sansa #episode reaction #7.07 #original #me

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sloblesbian · 7 years ago

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this was supposed to be a short anecdote and turned out really long whoops

speaking of first forays onto the internet... first i feel like i got to the internet a lot later than most of my peers? honestly i fucked around on neopets & like... i think a sims board maybe a little bit, but when i was 12 we moved out of a neighborhood where there were a lot of other kids (not that i was friends with them but you know. i stood near them & tried to count that as human interaction, as you do) and into a house on a much busier street, with less stuff to do outside, so that was really when i started going online. i used aim to have a lot of really short lived internet friends.... but specifically i remember reading sailor moon fanfiction on geocities and my cousin came over (she’s a little bit older than my older brother so maybe, 6 years older than me? this wouldve been in 2002 so she must’ve been about 18) and at the time, if she knew she was a lesbian she was still in the closet, and obviously i didn’t know i was a lesbian because i was 12 and Dumb As Hell, and when she heard what i was reading she said, sailor moon? you know they’re not cousins- theyre gay, right? (about haruka & michiru) & i said “of course i know!” which a) i didn’t and b) i dont think i even really knew what gay was at that point (i VERY distinctly remember the moment i learned.. i was in my mom’s office at the Y and i was talking to a girl who was a year older than me, i was in 8th grade & she was a freshman in high school. i remember her name specifically bc of this incident, and i dont think she remembers me even tho our parents worked together & we potentially spent some time together bc of it, she works at gamestop in the mall but i dont think she remembered me? idk. but i had called smth gay bc i had heard other kids do it, and she said dont do that, some of my friends are gay, and then explained what it was to me. because im /really/ oblivious.) in fact i feel like i was very specifically oblivious of gay things, even as i was older, maybe til like, age 17? like i read interview with a vampire at 14 but i didn’t realize any part of it was gay until discussing it like... this year.... (i dont like anne rice tho).

anyway. this is turning out much longer than i planned. but 2 more things (hopefully): some of the things i think i didnt realize potentially i could have, and i just, don’t remember it. i typically have a really good memory but also i feel like everything that happened to me before age 24 happened to a different person (because im a parasite thats living inside another’s body & im just eating her memories nbd). also? pretty much as soon as i knew what being gay was i knew that i was like that, and i did tell some of my friends that i was bi, and went on believing that until i was in my 20s, but i never acted on it at all ever or acknowledged it beyond like.... a cool fact about me. what the hell. like i said, very oblivious.

#diary tag

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felicityfan20 · 8 years ago

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Carry On My Wayward Daughter

(What happened to Stephanie Brown’s Baby) (Felicity Smoak Fanfiction)

Stephanie Brown: Spoiler/Batgir6/Robin#4 Submitted to: DC.Comics August 11,1992 Mothers Name: Crystal Brown Fathers Name: Arthur Brown (Cluemaster) Daughter: Un-named

Growing up Stephanie had a hard family life that consisted with her mother being addicted to pain killers and being in a depressed state constantly, her father "The Cluemaster" spent most of his life in jail. Stephanie's mother sided with her father with everything even his criminal activities. During this time Stephanie had a friend that was eight years older than her and she would go stay with her when things weren't going well in her home. This person was someone that Stephanie trusted with everything and anything. She was like a mother figure to her more so than her own mother. Stephanie had kept their friendship a secret from everyone so she wouldn't get hurt by anyone involved with her father. Her friends name was Dana Stokes.Stephanie was ashamed of her father's criminal activities and lived with the shame of having a criminal as a father. This fact made her family life terminal.

Stephanie created a suit her self and named it "Spoiler" to keep him in jail. Stephanie started to wear her suit and patrolled Gotham City at a young age of fourteen. In the midst of her patrolling she met Robin, Tim Drake, also the sidekick of Batman. Stephanie at this time did not know the true identity of Robin. Batman didn't like the idea of her being in this dangerous environment and told her to put the suit up he thought she was to young.

Stephanie made the decision of not to listen to Batman. Though the many times of seeing Robin during her patrols she began to have feelings for him. Robin and Stephanie went to the same school without realizing who they were. Since Robin's father felt like he was not taking care of his responsibilities, he sent him to a private school outside of Gotham City. While away from Gotham Robin met a girl named Adrian and eventually she became his girlfriend. After long period of time he came back to Gotham but with Adrian by his side; this made Stephanie very jealous. But after seeing Stephanie back in Gotham their relationship rekindling. Robin told Stephanie his true idenity as Tim Drake and Stephanie told Robin her's as well. Which led Tim to breaking up with Adrian and dating Stephanie.

Through their relationship Tim would leave Stephanie for periods of time to go back to school. Tim's hectic schedule had made Stephanie upset. During one of the periods while Tim was gone Stephanie had met a guy named Dean (last name unknown) at school. During this time Stephanie was fifteen years old. Though her feelings for Tim were present she did'nt know if he was going to return so she started dating Dean. After the Catactlysm that revolved around Gotham City Dean left never to be seen again. Although after he left Stephanie found out she was pregnant with Deans baby. Since Dean wasnt present for her to tell him she decided to tell Tim of her pregnancy, she needed a friend and at this time Tim was back in Gotham. (some people say that the baby was Tim's but that was never proven).

Stephanie confiding in Tim that she was pregnant with her former boyfriends baby. Tim made a promise to be by her side through her pregnacy. He would do anything a father would do.Although Stephanie was very excited to have her baby and to have Tim by her side she never gave much thought to what her life as Spolier and what the outcome for her baby would be. During the time of her pregnancy she stayed with Dana Stokes because she didnt feel her family should know about her baby because of their criminal activities and the possible effects it would have on her child.As her pregnancy was coming to a close Tim had to leave for a while and this made Stephanie uneasy. On the day of July the 24th 1991 Stephanie had gone into labor; worried that Tim wasnt going to be by her side he showed up much to her surprise. Tim stayed by her bedside though the entire delivery as did Batman. On this day Stephanie has given birth to a baby girl. She was very overjoyed with her new baby.

That night Stephanie had a dream that her baby was in danger of being taken by villians. To Stephanie's dismay and fear for her baby's life she decided to give her baby up for adoption which came with a very broken heart. This was very hard for a girl at the age of sixteen to give up something so precious, but she thought her baby girl could have a much better life than the one Stephanie could give her. As she explained her plan to give her baby up for adroption Tim agreed to her decision he supported her.Stephanie had made a decision that she didnt want her baby to be adopted from someone she didnt know. Her choice was her most trusted friend, Dana Stokes, to give her baby to her. She ask Dana to come see her at the Hospital also ask Batman to be there as well.Stephanie asked Dana if she would take her baby as her own she explained it would involve many life changes. Dana's answer was yes and she said "I love you like my own daughter. I would be more than happy to take care of your child. I will consider her as my own as i do you." Dana Stokes Stephanies reasoning to have Batman there was because he has many resources to create a new identity for Dana and the baby and Batman agreed.Stephanie had told Dana "I don't want to know your new identity, where you will live, after you leave here the baby is yours. She is your daughter because i dont want her to be in danger I want her to have a better life. Batman helped Dana with her new identity. Her new name became Donna Smoak the baby's name became Felicity Megan Smoak. Donna had taken Felicity to Las Vegas, Navada. Batman is the only one who knows their wherabouts, because he had promised Stephanie that her baby would not want for anything. He would always make sure her baby was happy and safe.

Donna went to work as a Cocktaill Waittress at one of the Cosino's. When Felicity was two years old Donna met a man by the name of Noah Kuttler. He was very inteligent in Computer Science Cyborg Security and Hacker you might call him a genius. Him and Donna fell in love and he fell in love with Felicity took her and loved her as his own. Noah taught Felicity everything he could about Computer's at an early age. Things started getting bad between Donna and Noah. They disagreed on the fact that he was now useing his Computer skills to be a criminal. Donna thought long and hard about how Stephanie gave up her daughter to keep her safe. Donna also loved Felicity to much to bring her up in this. So when Felicity was at the age of seven Donna left Noah and her and Felicity were on thier own again.After some time Felicity has finished High School at the early age of sixteen.Felicity made a decision that she didnt want to spend her life as a Cocktail Waitress she wanted more out of life.With so much knowledge in Technolgy; she decided to attend MIT. Felicity graduated from MIT at the age of nineteen with a Master Degree in Computer Sciences and Cyborg Securitys she was also a fluent Hacktivist.

Felicity went to work for Queen Consolidated in the I.T. Department at the age of 20 years old. Being her nosey little self when Felicity had to take paper work to Moria Queen's office she would look at the picture of Oliver Queen. Felicity talking to her self about how cute he was but knowing that Oliver Queen had been in a shipwreck and never found. The only thing is not knowing Oliver had been stranded on an island and was there watching her as he had to get infomation for Amanda Waller. Felicity brought a smile to Oliver's face that day and he didnt get to many of those.Later on Oliver Queen was found and came back to Starling to honor his father's wishes to save the City.

He became the Hood a vigilante he found out in his endeavors he couldnt do this alone he needed help.Oliver recruited Jhon Diggle his Driver and Bodyguard. Sometime after that he needed help with a Lap Top he took off Deadshot a vilian. He thought about that the IT girl he saw in Moria's office he went to Felicity and she helped him. After many times of asking for help and the trust Oliver had for Felicity he also recruited her to his team. This was the begining of as we know the OTA. After all this time Oliver is now the Green Arrow after working together for 4 years the trust, respect,and admiration becoming a couple and yes love and even engagement. Oliver and Felicity are no longer this couple that we all loved. Because of the lost trust and the lies a love story like no other is over.

During all these years of fighting and working behind that Computer Felicity is starting to feel the affects of some big decisions she had to make that caused the death of 10,000 people. Lost loves all this in the hands of Damien Darke. His shooting that caused her paralysis the killing of her friend Laurel Lance (aka Black Canary). And really a part of her breakup with Oliver. Felicity would never leave Oliver to fight this war alone. Now a new year has started and thier fighting a new villian he are she goes by the name Prometheus

This villian has caused so much pain to her teamates and her. By staging Dective Malone a man she had been dateing so Oliver would kill him. The thing is Felicity wants revenge on Prometheus for what he has done to Oliver, Malone her teamates and herself. She doesnt blame Oliver for Malone's death I dont believe Felicity loved Malone but I think she did care for him.I believe she still loves Oliver very much and will always no one will ever replace him in her heart.

Felicity has never been told the truth about her real mother Stephanie Brown . But you can see trates of Stephanie in Felicity not just she looks exactly like her. But her wanting and needing to save the City and the people in it.Stephanie Brown has been injured very badly by the hands of Black Mask. With Batman by her bedside Stephanie asked him if he would find her child and give her the Mantle of Spoiler the only thing she has for her daughter is her Legacy. Batman vowed to her he would do this and he would always be there for her child. Sometime in late October 2016 Stephanie Brown dies at the age of 41.

Now Batman has to keep his promise to Stephanie to give Felicity the Mantle of Spoiler. Batman knows exactly where Felicity is and knows she has been working with the Green Arrow. To protect the people of now Star City Batman could not be more proud of Felicity he knows she deserves the Mantle of Spoiler.

He is also considering the Batgirl Mantle that would make her Batgirl#7. If she wants this Mantle it is hers and it will draw her away from Team Arrow .This being the reason to train mentally and physically and it may cause her to do some things that are Morally Questionable. Because Felicity is still Hell bound on making Prometheus pay for what he did to Oliver and Billy. I believe she is Spoiler I also believe she is Batgirl#7.Felicity will still feel like Donna is her mother and Noah is her father with no regret. Stephanie made the wright decision that day. The life that Donna made for Felicity has made her into the person we all know. So this is what happen to Stephanie's baby. Felicity Smoak we always knew there was something missing about her back story.

Felicity Smoak/Spoiler:/Batgirl#7 Story BY Barbara/Edited By Taylor:

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Why the discourse between anyone who likes anything other then Klance and Shallura is stupid.

Pushing aside how annoyed I am at people blatantly hating other people and bashing their ships for it I’m going to talk about the main argument that made me want to write this (if this has been done before so be it I’m tired of seeing people hate other people for something that is STILL PLAUSIBLE and PROVABLE not to mention SOMETHING THAT MAKES THEM HAPPY). This is literally one of the worst fandom’s when it comes to shipping wars, I’ve noticed it’s literally if you like anything other then Klance or Shallura your a bad person for whatever reason (ew Pidge is a kid excluding OBVIOUS AU shenanegens, ew Shiro is too old even though his canon age hasn’t been proven yet). This is mainly a Sheith post, just sayin. Voltron Season 2 “You’re like a brother to me”. That whole statement is making people piss on Sheith fans and as much as I like Klance I’m putting you ALL down for this bull shit because frankly? That entire episode (Season 2 Episode 8) didn’t give Klance any pointers. Let’s go over what we know about Keith. From Season 1 we are basically told that he is: 1) A Dense mother fucker (Doesn’t get Lances joke about Team Voltron at all, thinks too much on instinct and not on brain power - also tries to get into the red lion the same way the other paladins do after being told he had to prove himself to do it) 2) Doesn’t understand the concept of family. At all. Here’s me proving point 2: That one chunk in episode 4 where Keiths yelling at Pidge about families. Specifically? This line = “You’re putting the lives of two people over the lives of everyone else in the Galaxy.”

Heck even these said within the same time frame could count: “You’re not the only one with a family”, “Everyone in the Universe has a family”

And before someones like “But Shiro is part of Keiths family thats gross!” Unless if they are half brothers (which is unlikely, especially since if Keith had known Shiros dad he would have recognized it immediately during that flash back in Season 2 Episode 8) there is no way they are biologically related and two until more information about his past relations with Shiro is made available there is nothing to outright CLAIM Keith doesn’t see Shiro like that (and quite frankly even if there is and it’s mostly garrison stuff if anything it’ll give Sheith fans more pointers with a few exceptions I can think of off the top of my head - JUST SAYING). Back to the first quote - that line is not only showing us that Keith is dense in emotional matters but that he can’t even seem to empathize or sympathize with Pidges plight on losing her family. Not only does this mean that he probably wasn’t thinking about Shiro at ALL in the family equation but that he was a lot more accepting of Shiro being gone for all those years then Pidge was about her family. “But wouldn’t that disprove Sheith cause if he did love him he’d be MORE worried and upset then Pidge?”

Season 1 first episode.

Worried expression, shaking eyes (they actually shake rewatch this part)? Disbelieving? Definitely - worried? Yes. I wouldn’t be surprised if an outburst from him BECAUSE of Shiro got him expelled and he was wandering the desert because of it. Keith isn’t the kind of guy to wear much emotion on his sleeve, it wouldn’t be surprising at all if he had been accepting Shiro was gone for those years and this? To find out he was alive? Of all the emotions Keith shows he rarely if ever shows worry or concern. It’s usually just straight up channeled into anger and frustration. Not to mention he had no way of knowing what Pidge found out (no actual footage of anyone crashing and dying), otherwise he very well could have been JUST as pissed about it as she was. As a side note and back to the first quote about Keith and families, Keith UPHOLDS this ideology when he decides to GIVE THE KNIFE BACK TO THE BLADE INSTEAD OF KEEP IT because saving the Universe was more important then finding out about his family (Season 2 Episode 8):

Now that THAT’S been thought through let’s move onto the main issue = “You’re like a brother to me.” If we’re going with my previous explanation of Keith not understanding what a family is really like combined with his instinctual tendencies and his lack of thinking? Yes this statement literally means nothing. It’s how he thinks a brother would be like but that might not be how he truly feels in that situation because other then anger he barely has a grasp of his own emotions as is let alone a handle on them. “But doesn’t him thinking that mean it’s true Sheith is impossible?” If it’s not how he truly feels it’s still plausible and he might THINK that but all the idea making and fanfiction in the world could conjure up something to make him realize his emotions otherwise - same with Klance. And speaking of Klance, let’s go back onto why Episode 8 of Season 2 gives Sheith more pointers then Klance. “His suit has the ability to create a virtual mindscape, reflecting it’s wearers greatest hopes and fears, and at this moment your friend desperately wants to see you.”

Kolivan states this and it’s LITERALLY the icing on the Sheith cake for the season and yet people want to denounce an easily counterable phrase and then proceed to BASH people for liking something? Like shit I knew people were butt hurt about the lack of Klance like interactions outside of the pool part in Season 2 (me included) but DAMN. Keith didn’t want to see Lance. This in itself is debatable (oh he knew Lance wasn’t there it wouldn’t make any sense for him to suddenly be there and help Keith) but Keith is beaten up, injured, bruised and doesn’t tend to think (too much) before he does something. For his mind to call upon Shiro instead of Lance? That already signals that - at least Keith believes - they have a MUCH closer relationship then they do in the show at the moment. Whether or not it’s a brother relationship similar to the Elric brothers or something more is up to interpretation but that’s the point - it’s plausible, get over it. Not to mention Lance was kind of a dick to Keith right before they entered Marmora HQ. You could also say that was because he thought Keith was angry for no reason but if it was Klance you’d think he’d at least lay off a bit. Not to mention (again) Lance was not concerned at all about Keiths tone of voice or how he asked Coran about the Galra possibly having visited earth RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS DOOR BUT YA KNOW. JUST SAYIN. (Pretty sure this was the 7th episode of Season 2 but I didnt go back to check for this one, I just know it happened before episode 8). And on the age topic... ”But Shiros like 25 and Keiths like 17-19 that’s gross/jail bait” None of those ages are confirmed exactly especially Shiros but if we’re to take the ‘late teens’ designation for Keith as anywhere from 17-19 and Shiro as 25 regardless of lack of confirmation age of consent in almost EVERYWHERE ranges 18+ and in most places in the United States 17+. Not to mention if you think the 8 year age gap at 17 is disgusting? My parents are 7 years apart and met around the same age gap. Get over it. But Shiro’s purported age is contradictory to the DreamWorks website AND the comic series which says the same thing as the website so you can think he’s 25 all you want but CANONLY until otherwise stated the oldest he can possibly be is 19, which means it would be socially acceptable (age wise is what I mean by that) for Keith and Shiro to be together anyway (which doesn’t honestly matter when your in SPACE with NO HUMAN LAWS but JUST SAYIN). TLDR: Sheith is still plausible, hating on other peoples ships is a DICK MOVE and not at least tolerating other peoples ships or just not looking at ships you don’t like and instead RANTING about how much it sucks in addition to BASHING PEOPLE WHO LIKE IT in posts is also a DICK MOVE.

#spoilers #voltron #voltron legendary defenders #voltron legendary defender #klance vs sheith #sheith vs klance #sheith #shieth #rant #argument #seriously though you dont have to like it but dont be a dick #the only pairings I've seen that dont get so much hate are anything with Hunk #other then that HEAVEN FORBID someone pairs outside Klance and Shallura #holy sHIT

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horansqueen · 5 years ago

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AM Conversations : chapter 37

A Niall Horan fanfiction ; rated MA

NOTES:

-one chapter is her pov, the next is his. -4k -im sorry, i never proofread, i hate it. -there WILL be smut. but not only smut. -this is a romance, comedy, smut story. -for the summary, check my MASTERLIST.

- if you want to be notified when this is updated, please message me or leave a comment!

- note for this chapter: warning! most of this chapter is smut sooo yea lol i hope this is hot enough! i hope you guys like it and i hope i dont disappoint! thank you so much if you read, like, reblog, comment or message me! ily! here’s the ‘request’ i sort of added in this chapter! (sorry btw i didnt pick Mully i picked Louis i hope its ok!)

Chapter 37 : Her chapter

OLIVIA

I couldn't help but glance at Niall the whole time we ate. I tried to get into conversations but in the end, all I did was hold his hand tight on top of my thigh and squeeze his fingers more and more as time passed. I couldn't stop thinking about what he had asked me before we joined everyone in the kitchen and it made me realize I really wanted to show him. We had sex for the first time only a few days ago but although I was extremely horny for him all the time, we hadn't done anything after that and it was driving me crazy. I wanted to have a conversation with him about it but we were always busy with parties, families and friends and when we would finally lay in bed at the end of the day, we were exhausted.

Everyone ended back in the living room or remained in the kitchen when we were done and after my third glass of wine, I could barely handle it anymore. I watched Niall, his hands in his pockets, laughing with friends, and I let my eyes roam on his back and his ass before ending on his thighs. It made me wonder why I wouldn't just ride him every single night and I put my glass of wine on the first table I saw to finally walk up to him, letting my hand brush on his back. He turned his head my way and sent me a sweet smile as I moved my chin up, smiling back at him.

"Hey you." he just said, bending down to kiss my lips.

"Wanna do something to make me happy?" I asked in a low tone against his mouth, raising my eyebrows.

"Anything." he replied, pushing his lips against mine again in an other kiss, making me smirk this time.

"Meet me upstairs in two minutes."

I didn't give him time to answer and left, letting my hands slide on his chest, and when I turned around to look at him, he was staring at me with a frown. It made me chuckle and I rushed upstairs, quickly getting into the first bathroom I saw. I breathed in a bit as I looked at myself in the mirror, trying to place my hair better. I knew I shouldn't focus on my physical appearance but it wasn't easy. Niall and I weren't in the same league and I was scared that at some point, he'd get tired of me and would want to have sex with the kind of girls he was used to 'date'. Love is blind, alright, but lust? Not so much.

Without thinking, I moved my skirt up and slid my panties down, struggling a bit to take them off due to my shoes, and finally placed my skirt back, checking in the mirror to make sure it was alright. I walked to the door again and moved my head through it to look in the hall. It was desert and I hooked my panties on the knob before closing the door. I leaned against it, feeling my heart skip a beat at the thought of someone else finding my panties hanging on the door but just closed my eyes and inhaled deeply,

I finally walked back to the counter and turned around, leaning my ass against it as I waited for Niall to come. I was more excited than nervous but there was still this tiny ball of stress in the pit of my stomach and I started nibbling on my bottom lip while playing with my hands. I heard a noise coming from outside and I held my breath when the knob started moving. I stared at it until the door opened and my heart skipped a beat.

Niall looked around the hall before taking a step back and finally closed the door behind himself. He looked good and the stress I had felt changed into lust.

"You should lock the door." I proposed, making him look up in my eyes.

He blinked a few times before doing what I asked and when he turned around to face me again, he moved his arm up. I watched my panties hooked on one of his fingers and hanging off and it made my lips curl into a smirk.

"Does that mean you've got nothing under that dress?" he asked, his eyebrows raised. "Are you trying to kill me?"

This time, I laughed louder and tilted my head, raising my eyebrows.

"You wanna see?" I asked, still smirking.

He shook his head slightly, not even smiling and i pressed my lips together.

"If I wanna see?" he sighed a bit, his eyebrows rising, and I chuckled as he let his arm fall back on the side of his body, his fingers gripping my panties. "More than anything in the world, petal."

I stared at him again and raised my eyebrows too until he took a few steps closer, pushing my panties in the pocket of his jeans. I glanced at it and it made something stir in my stomach but I decided to focus on him as he looked down at me. His body was closer, so close I could feel the warmth against mine, and I tilted my chin up to look in his eyes. His hand reached down, grabbing the bottom of my skirt and pulling it up slowly as his other hand slipped under it. I felt the tips of two of his fingers brush against the skin of my thigh, leaving goosebumps in their way until they reached my pussy. His lips parted and his gaze moved down to my lips before getting back to my eyes.

"You're playing a dangerous game, darling, are you sure you want this?"

I bit my bottom lip, an amused smile still on my face, and raised my eyebrows. I loved the way he was looking at me, i loved the way he was touching me, and i loved him.

"You said you like to be in control?" I added, ignoring his question and making him nod. "Show me, then."

He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine, and pressed his body against mine. I could feel his half-hard cock pushing on my thigh and my eyes fluttered slightly.

"You said you'd tell me what you like." he whispered.

I knew he was trying to resist for some reason and I felt him grind a bit against me, making me whimper very low.

"Fair. I like to please." I just whispered. "I want you to do anything to me that will turn you on. Don't be scared to hurt me, don't be scared to try things. Test me."

He remained motionless but I could feel his dick swell against me. I got on my tiptoe to reach his lips with mine and kissed him gently.

"Please, Niall." I begged in a whisper, my upper lip brushing against his bottom one. "Fuck me."

My eyes closed when he crushed his mouth against mine, deepening the kiss quickly and making me whimper in his mouth. He swallowed all my moans and bent slightly to grab one of my thighs, hooking it quickly around him before his hand reached between my legs. I stopped kissing him and held my breath when two of his fingers slid quickly inside me.

"Oh my god." escaped my lips and I opened my eyes when his free hand reached for my neck, his fingers pressing on it slightly for a second or two before he let go of me. He stopped moving completely and I realized he was scared he had gone too far. I brought one of my hands to grab his that was sliding down my chest slowly and pulled it back up, wrapping his fingers on my neck again.

"Do it." I whispered, my eyes roaming on his face and raising my eyebrows. "Don't you see how wet it makes me?"

He just stared at me, his eyes studying me, and pressed his fingers again on my neck just not as hard. His expression changed into a slightly darker one and I couldn't stop my heartbeats from accelerating at the sight.

"You really want me to control you?" he asked, his grip tightening very slightly as I nodded quickly. "D'you know how bad I want you? You want me to show you what I've been thinking about all fucking evening?"

He didn't wait for my answer and brought his other hand to my hair, gripping it roughly and letting go of my neck. He pulled on it hard, forcing me to get on my knees, and I felt slightly dizzy because of what was happening. Niall and I had never really talked about what we liked sexually but this was beyond my expectations. I had never thought we would fit so well and the thought was making me even hornier.

He held me in place as he unzipped his pants with his other hand, and I helped him by pulling on his jeans and boxers. As soon as his cock was out, I tried moving closer to take it in my mouth but he pulled again on my hair and chuckled.

"Someone's impatient."

I pressed my lips together and after a few seconds, he moved closer to me and I wrapped my lips around his hard dick. It made him groan and I felt myself get wetter at the sound.

"That time you touched yourself in front of me and then sucked my cock? Couldn't remember the last time a blowjob felt that fucking good." he admitted, letting go of my hair to move a lock behind my ear. "Love the way you use your tongue, pet."

I looked up only to see him smirking down at me and I stuck my tongue out, tilting my head to run it on his length until his balls. His fingers slipped in my hair again and he moaned as I sucked on them gently and when my tongue slid back to his tip again, he pulled my head away.

"Do what you did last time, petal."

I was not sure what I had done but I just grabbed his cock with one hand and let my tongue slid in-between his tip and his skin. His fingers gripped my hair tight and he let out a few curse words as I kept going but after about a minute, he took a step back and I looked up, licking my lips. I was so horny by then that I couldn't talk and I just stared up at him, panting low and waiting for his instructions.

"Get up and turn around."

I just had time to get up and he grabbed my waist, turning me around quickly and pushing me against the counter. I watched him in the mirror as he moved my skirt up, letting his hands run on my cheeks. I felt his cock brush on my ass too and I held my breath, impatient to feel him inside me.

"Please, Niall." I begged low again, not daring to close my eyes.

One of his arms slithered around me and his hand slid between my legs. I felt his fingers rub gently and slowly on my clit and I let out a moan as we stared at each other's reflection. His other hand ran up to move my shirt up, over my breasts, and I quickly took it off, throwing it on the floor. With one finger, he moved both of the straps of my bra down and pulled down on it to expose my breasts before letting his hand travel on it. It ended back on my neck and I held my breath once more.

"You like that, petal?" I nodded and he pressed his fingers harder, making my heart jump in my chest again. "I love watching you like that, you look so fucking good."

His grip loosened but he kept touching me and I felt myself getting close to an orgasm. His hand moved down to my breasts and I felt two of his fingers run on my nipples making me squirm lightly against him. He moved his hand away to slap my breast gently and my heart skipped a bit in surprise.

"Don't move." he ordered low. "Let me touch you."

His palm ran on my boob again and he let two of his fingers pinch lightly my nipple, making me whimper louder. No one had ever touched me like that and I never wanted anyone else to touch me ever again.

"D'you know how often I thought about your tits when you told me you got your nipples pierced?"

I felt my whole body throb at the thought. I would have never guessed that Niall had thought about me that way before, at least not so long ago, and the fact that he was telling me that at that exact moment turned me on. I pushed my ass against his cock again and he slapped my breast once again, but this time harder. I desperately wanted it to leave a mark but I just whimpered again.

His facial expression changed again and I didn't want him to think he did anything wrong. I grabbed his hand and pressed it against me, running it up to my breasts again as my lips parted. His fingers left a burning trace on my skin and for some reason I didn't understand, a shiver ran all over my body.

I wanted to tell him that I thought about him all the time, that it had been like that for years, and that every single time I had sex with someone else, I wished it was him instead, but the words got stuck in my throat as my heartbeats accelerated again. I felt his hand press more between my legs, pushing me against him as I felt his cock slip between my legs. It made me realize that I was dripping on my thighs and I watched him as he breathed deeply through his teeth.

He let out an other curse word and his accent was so thick it made me want to cum. He buried his face in my neck, leaving a few kisses there before finally moving his head up and leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"I didn't bring a condom." he whispered, making me bit gently my bottom lip.

It made me realize that we hadn't used one when we first had sex either and even if I knew it was a bit naive, I didn't mind because I trusted him.

"I'm on birth control."

It sounded so weird coming from my mouth, especially at this exact moment, but I just stared at him in the mirror until he nodded gently. I knew he understood that I trusted him and when his hands caressed my arms slowly, I knew he wouldn't comment on it. I didn't want to mention that I had started taking those pills when Harry and I became serious but it didn't matter. I always used condoms with my other boyfriends but with Niall, it felt different.

"Bend down." he whispered, pushing on my back again and running his hands on my ass before moving slightly back.

It took only a second for his whole dick to slip inside me and I gripped the counter harder at the feeling. Nothing felt better than that first moment of being filled with his cock and I felt my pussy throb around him.

"Niall, please." I whimpered low. "Please fuck me, please be rough."

Instead to answer my prayers, he spanked me hard and my eyes opened wide as the stinging feeling spread on my cheek. As soon as the pain was gone, I wanted it again but I didn't have to ask. Quickly, his hand slapped my ass hard again and I knew my skin was turning red.

"Oh fuck..."

I couldn't help but closed my eyes when he slipped out of me only to push himself back inside me harder with a grunt. His hands gripped my waist very hard and i fucking loved it. It was incredible to find out he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

"I'm so fucking turned on I don't know how long i'm gonna last."

I brought one of my hands between my legs but he leaned his chest against me and his arm wrapped around me. He pushed my hand away and brushed the tip of his fingers on my clit. It made my whole body jerk as a moan escaped my lips and I saw his lips curl into a smirk in the mirror.

"Apparently i'm not the only one."

"If you don't stop i'm gonna cum." I just whispered, ignoring his comment.

I couldn't think straight anymore. All I wanted was to cum while he was fucking me hard and when he started doing exactly that, I let my head fall back slightly and closed my eyes. I thought about the first and only time we fucked and shivered, whimpering again but louder this time.

"Bite me, Niall, please bite me."

I felt his teeth brush on my neck as I pushed my ass against him to feel him deeper.

"Harder."

It was not clear exactly what I wanted but he started fucking me so hard I felt my body hit the counter with every thrust. I felt so close to an orgasm that when he dug his teeth roughly in my neck, my eyes roll back as I came, shaking hard close to him and gripping the counter as hard as I could, my nails scratching it and making a light noise.

"Oh fuck," he let out a bit too loud as he kept on fucking me roughly before he grabbed my hair to pull on it.

I knew he was cumming when he started groaning and his thrusts became unsteady and even if I had already had an orgasm, I never wanted him to stop. He finally exhaled, his eyes still closed, and leaned his upper body on my back. I could feel his stubble rub against my skin and it made my whole body shiver.

"Mm, fuck, that was good." he expressed in a whisper, leaving small kisses on my shoulder blades. "I didn't expect this here."

I felt my lips curl and just chuckled when I remembered we were at Louis' and my laughter made him smile too. He opened his eyes and looked at my reflection as my smile turned into a fond one. It always happened whenever our eyes would meet.

"I think we should talk about it." I proposed, making him nod.

"We should." he agreed low. "I want to know everything you like, everything you want to try, everything that makes you fantasize at night."

I laughed again and turned my head to kiss him. He slipped his tongue in my mouth and I felt my whole body burn with love as I kissed him back before turning around to face him. His body immediately pressed against mine and I let one of my hands run under his shirt.

"I also want to know how you feel. I want you to tell me if i go too far. I want to know what kind of lover you are." he added extremely low. "I already know you're a little minx." I laughed and he smirked against my lips before kissing me again. "But there's so much more to discover, i'm sure about it."

I didn't answer but got on my tiptoes, kissing him deeper as I wrapped both of my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. I could feel my chest rub on his shirt and I started missing the warmth of his body against mine. His palms ran on my sides and then on my back and I sighed as I pulled away.

"We may be too tired when we come back tonight but... tomorrow?"

His eyes roamed on my face and he smiled more, nodding quickly and kissing me again. I don't know how long we stayed in the bathroom just making out, me half naked and him with his jeans just past his butt, but it didn't matter. I lost all notion of time and it was something common when I was with him.

"We should go back." he pointed out, making me groan in disapproval as he tried to pull away from me. I held him close with my arms and he chuckled. "Come on, they'll wonder where we are. Plus, it's almost midnight."

"Noooo..." I pulled him closer and started peppering kissing on his jaw and neck, making him laugh.

"Come on, i'll kiss you at midnight, yea?"

I raised my nose up but loosened my embrace and stared at him. My face made him laugh and I just shrugged with a nod. He kissed my lips again and moved away, pulling his pants and boxers up. I knew I should dress up too but I ended up just looking at him, my head tilted on the side, as I repeated to myself how lucky I was. The only man I ever fell in love with was returning my feelings and we were so compatible that it did feel like it was written in the stars, the way he had mentioned it a few weeks before.

"Here." he said, picking up my shirt before handing it to me. I took it in my hand without doing anything else and it made him chuckle. He ran his fingertip on one of my arms, bringing the strap of my bra back on my shoulder before doing the same with the other. "Lazy ass." he mentioned with an amused smile as he tried to put my bra back into place and I nibbled on my bottom lip. He took my shirt back and passed it on my head, helping me putting it back the way you'd help a child and the whole thing was so sweet it made my heart ache.

He was affectionate, kind and caring, even more than when we we only friends, and it made me feel like my insides were drowning in love. I felt myself tear up and his expression changed into a worried one.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked in a whisper, bringing his hands up to cup my face. "What's wrong darling?"

"I'm good I just..." I swallowed to stop any sobs from coming out and licked my lips. "I fucking love you, Niall."

He smiled again and pressed his lips on mine.

"Don't cry, petal." he whispered, his soft voice reaching my ears and my heart at the same time. "I fucking love you too."

Without an other word, he took a step back and grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. I followed him as we walked slowly out of the bathroom and through the hall and I pulled on my skirt, making sure it was back in place. When we reached downstairs, Louis rushed to us with a smirk and raised his eyebrows.

"Where were you two?" he asked, not giving us time to answer. "Whatever, the countdown is in about two minutes, take a drink." he just added, handing us two glasses of champagne and turned to me to send me a wink. "Have fun lovebirds!"

I chuckled and rolled my eyes with a smile before turning my body to face my boyfriend. I tilted my head again and he took a step closer. His body was almost touching mine and i squeezed his fingers, not wanting to let go of his hand. Did that just happen? Did we just fuck in Louis' bathroom while there was a party downstairs?

We both heard everyone as they started screaming the numbers from 10 to 1 but our lips barely moved as we counted. We were both too busy staring at each other.

"HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

I smiled more while everyone around us was throwing their arms in the air and Niall chuckled, bending down to kiss me. It was gentle and sweet but it was still deep and I closed my eyes, my hand still holding his tight while the other was holding my glass

"Happy new year." he whispered against my mouth. "To a whole year we'll spend together... a whole year where i'll love you more than anything and anyone in this fuckin' universe."

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