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thirty-flirty-n-thriving · 1 year ago

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Hello!!! This post is long overdue! So much has happened since I’ve posted in my 20’s. Let’s get started with W. So I FINALLY got over her and her cheating ass. How did I do it since I was under her spell. Well, I texted her under a different number and got her to confess what she thought about being with me to a complete stranger whom she was trying to get with. Anyways she was just rude and said I wasn’t the best and settled for me because I was available. Damn I can’t lie that it didn’t hurt reading that. That was all I needed to hear and I was done with her. In my defense since I’m putting it out here on the internet I was a baby gay so yeah it wasn’t going to be perfect at first. Needless to say I have gotten better and I’m proud of how far I’ve come. I haven’t talked to W and I’m so glad I’m done with her and her bs. I’m just but she did end up getting divorced since her husband found out she had been cheating and her kids no longer want to see her. She was playing a dangerous game for a long time. I knew karma would get her. The next woman I’m going to write about will get her own post since it was my first real relationship and also the hardest lesson I had to learn.

But first some honorable mentions. Nathan, my first boyfriend who I’m sorry was a bad kisser. Nice guy but didn’t have time for a girlfriend. When you go two weeks without talking and mostly end up canceling plans for your roommates dogs graduation. Yeah you read that right his ROOMMATES dog’s graduation! Then it’s time to end the relationship. What was fun about it ending is the day I was going to break up with him he breaks up with ME!! Ummmm excuse me! No sir I was suppose to breakup with you! Nathan the guy who told me he loves me after telling me that every time he says that to a woman they break up with him lol. I’m not laughing because he said I love you but because of my response which was “thank you”. I knew I didn’t feel the same way so I didn’t want to say it back. Oh and let’s not forget he grabbed my butt on my front porch and my dad saw. Omg I wanted to die when my dad told my mom who then told my sister. Goodbye Nathan.

Johnathan ooh now this guy would not stop pursuing me. Met him on NYE at the stadium, he asked for my number and I said no. Then my job released some newsletter and had my name on it. He then looked me up on FB and sent me a message there. I remember being at my sister in laws house when I got the message and we both agreed that it was creepy. Anyways I was dumb and entertained him for a short time but soon realized he had a lot of red flags. He was possessive and was easily jealous. Flash forward to Gabriel’s birthday and I asked him if he would like to come he said no because he had to work early the next day. Ok no problem I told him I was inviting another friend yup you guessed it Aaron. Then his answer changed to maybe I can go. I told him not to worry about going I knew he was busy. Aaron said he would try to stop by if his class got out on time. Cool also no problem so I asked my best friend Alma. Well I didn’t ask I told her we were going lol. So Alma and I go then Johnathan shows up (I don’t remember if I told him where but I’ll assume I did so it’s less creepy). Aaron shows up now lol. Johnathan was not happy. He just pouted in the corner while we were all having fun singing karaoke. Alma was enjoying herself from my mixup of having my “dates” lol. Anyways Johnathan was being ugly after that night calling me names and then begging me to forgive him. Nope you showed your true colors and I was done. You can exit the stage now Johnathan.

Aaron oh Aaron you were my first kiss and a damn good one too. We kissed in your dad’s Lexus right outside my dorm room building. You were the first guy who really made me feel special by coming to see me out of the blue. I remember meeting you at TCC and we instantly clicked. We laughed and always worked on some sort of craft project you needed help with for dance or whatever. Aaron you were my first bj lmao. You being a sex addict said I was great at it definitely gave my confidence a BOOST.

Now things fizzled out with Aaron but I was happy with the memories we had. He showed up for Gabriel’s birthday party when I was trying to get more people to show up. Aaron and I were going to be FWB but after a few minutes I said I couldn’t do it. I knew in my heart I couldn’t get involved without feelings. So thank you Aaron for being an amazing first kiss. Though I remember one time when I went over to your place you got me an Uber to go home 😑.

There were a couple of more guys who I talked to after this but that wasn’t serious at all. Especially when I saw HER. Oh J you captured my attention the moment I laid my eyes on you. More updates about her in another post. Let’s start my next post about Abigail. Which honestly I might need to log in on my computer to type it all up. Until my next post

kisses and scratches,

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engagedtobefree · 7 years ago

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Phase 10: Back to the Beginning

Monday - Scott comes in in the morning, no sunglasses on since it’s gray out, so we can make good eye contact. It’s just a typical friendly greeting though, like I could have with anyone.

I am struggling today with what his intentions are now that I know he has a wife. I don’t even know what his intentions were before. At one point during the day, I’m at the printer talking to Joyce, who is at the coffee machine, and Scott comes back from lunch in through the warehouse door, which I’m facing. I’m still talking as we lock eyes, a slight smile on my face. He stops right in front of his doorway, a small, shy smile on his lips, and slowly raises his hand up in greeting. I would have done the same, but Joyce starts to turn to look at me to keep talking and I quickly turn back to her. As our conversation is ending though, Scott comes back out and is talking to Chris, who is heading into the office, and I am talking to Joyce but just flat-out staring at the back of Scott and I have to force myself to turn back to her. She most definitely noticed me staring at him too. I could just tell.

One thing about that interaction with Scott. It was so brief, but also something about it was sweet and tender. And in those few seconds, I felt like I was missing something: his side of the story. I couldn’t help feeling like there’s more to this situation that I’m just not aware of, which I guess is obvious, but it felt like he’s not as guilty as I might think he is. I don’t know. This could just be me and my eternal optimism that people aren’t always bad and have good intentions, but it was such a gut instinct that I feel like overthinking it and trying to second-guess it is actually the wrong thing here, so I have to go with the optimism. I am trying to put a puzzle together, but there are so many pieces missing, and the one who is holding them in his pocket doesn’t seem like he’s going to give them to me anytime soon.

I also read something today that threw me for a loop. So I came across an article where a study was done on people who cheat, and around like 40% of the people who cheat said that they’re happy and satisfied in their relationship. The result of the study was that cheating may be due to genetics and not outside factors. I was like “what the fuck” though reading this. It seemed like such a cop out to make people not responsible for their actions. And how do you love someone, are happy with them, say you’re satisfied, but then still go cheat on them? I want to know who this study was done on, because these people can’t possibly know what true happiness is. I could be wrong, but that’s just my opinion on it. I imagine if Scott is happy with his wife, why would all of this had gone on for so long? I don’t know, and it sucks not knowing. I know there are many roads this whole thing may travel down, and while an affair could possibly be one of those roads, I just couldn’t do that. I couldn’t be the other woman. I couldn’t contribute to someone’s pain like that. I hate when people cheat and I think it’s disgusting, and I would be disgusted with someone trying to cheat with me. And most importantly, I can’t afford to lose my job. I do still want Scott, would love for something to happen, but at the same time there’s the issue of him having a wife. Granted, I can’t know what his relationship or home life is like, but if it’s not something he wants then he should get out of it. I don’t know. This is such a tangled web of emotions.

Tuesday - I’m kicking myself for not waving back at Scott. Even if Joyce had noticed me doing it, it would’ve been worth it. What if he was trying to see if I’m still mad at him? What if he was trying to let me know everything is okay?

I brought soup as part of my lunch and am about to heat it when Scott walks up to the microwave 2 seconds behind me (from the opposite hallway) to get into the mini fridge, which is right below the microwave. We say hey and he asks “Can I get in here real quick? The fridge, not the microwave.” I mean, I could be sarcastic here but I decide not to be lol. Obviously, I knew he was talking about the fridge. Sigh….men. We don’t interact again till the end of the day. I say bye to Pete and Joyce, then go back into my cubicle to log off my computer and make sure I grabbed all my stuff. As I come out, Scott had just passed. I am only about 3 feet behind him. I don’t know if I should say hi or just walk quietly. I can’t make up my mind, but don’t have to. As Scott turns at the end of the hallway, he sees me and asks, “Are you following me?”. He doesn’t say it playfully, but doesn’t say it serious either, so I don’t know how to take it. All I say back is “no.” We go outside and he says “See ya later.” I feel annoyed and confused. He pulls out before I do so I end up behind him. As the gate is opening, I see his head tilt up to look in his rear view mirror (he wears a hat every day, so he has to tilt his head up). I just pretend that I don’t notice and keep a neutral face.

Wednesday - In the morning, Nicole is printing a shit ton of stuff, so my stuff hasn’t even come out yet. We talk for a good 10 minutes probably, and at one point during our conversation, Scott comes walking in. I see him and we both smirk. I’m looking right into his sunglasses, but can’t see his eyes. He says good morning and then directly says good morning to me, and then I see that his eyes are locking with mine. Even as he greets Nicole, he is stilling locking eyes with me through his sunglasses. Idk if Nicole notices anything. I look at his butt as he walks towards his office because I always have to look at the butt. The butt is nice.

I am talking to Joyce again in the same spot as yesterday. Scott comes out of his office, sees me, and lifts the right corner of his mouth, but Idk if it’s a smile or not.

Okay, so here’s a big fucking thing worth mentioning. So I’m standing toward the end of my cubicle going through papers. Someone comes out of the bathroom. I check the dome security mirror at the top of one of the walls and see it’s Scott. He goes back into his office and comes out a second later to the recycling bin, which is just past my cubicle. I have my head slightly tilted up, but more so my eyes are lifted so I can see in the dome mirror. And what does Scott do? WHAT DOES SCOTT DO?? I’LL TELL YOU WHAT HE DOES HOLY SHIT. Okay, so as he’s walking back to his office, he turns his whole upper body around, bends over so he’s flat-backed, and looks into my cubicle so he can see me. I have to stop myself from laughing cuz it’s so funny and unexpected. I mean, I always wondered if he ever happened to peek in at me (excluding when he’s walking past my cubicle entrance, cuz I have seen him look in at me when he’s done that), and now I just confirmed that yes, he has probably done this before. I don’t know if he saw me looking into the mirror, but my hair was also sort of covering my face. Either way, we were both hardcore creeping, so it wasn’t just me. But I’m like okay, wow, he is still looking at me. My one friend was saying he probably wanted to just talk to me and be friendly, but I’m like no??? He never actually came into my cubicle to talk to me ever before, and he clearly didn’t want me to see him. Literally only two people now (aside from my therapist) actually believe me about Scott, of the few I’ve told. Everyone else has just been like “Oh, he’s not flirting, just friendly interactions. You’re misreading it.” NO. Interpersonal skills are literally my expertise and I am constantly analyzing people and their behavior, and I have some solid-ass intuition. I am not imagining any of this. This dude walked past my cubicle and literally turned his whole fucking body around to look in at me. There is no way to misread that. Here’s a quick little drawing I did to kinda map-out the scenario. He was bent over a little more than how I drew him, but you get the gist.

Thursday - I’m talking to Rebeca in the morning after Scott had already come in. She is at the coffee machine, so I’m also facing Scott’s office as I talk to her. He comes strolling out and I give a quick wave and he waves back.

I’m trying to clean some of the papers off of my desk and notice a sheet where I was labeling boxes, and noticed that I had forgotten to number the last 4 boxes I labeled and put away. So I grab the sheet and head to the cubicle where we keep the boxes. It’s full to capacity pretty much, so I am bending all the way over a box to write on another box when I hear someone pass behind me. I stand up and look to see who it was, and of course it was Scott. When I say “bent over” I mean literally bent across a box, my torso pressed down on top of it, my ass literally in the air, facing toward the hallway. I label the other 3 boxes, which are on the floor, and when I stand up I see Scott is still at the sink at the end of the hallway. I decide to chill and wait for him, so I crouch back down and act like I’m doing something. When I hear him coming I pop up and say “Hey, Scott!”. I think he expected this, because he was already smiling when I popped up. He says “Hey, Dana, what’s up?” and keeps walking back to his office.

Friday - Joyce is out, so I’m handling some of her work, which means I’ll be in and out of the warehouse more than usual. I also offer to Pete that if he needs me to take anything to the warehouse I can do it :) and he accepts my offer. Pete is older, so I know it’s easier on him, plus he’s always busy, so I’m really trying to help out while also giving myself some nice opportunity in the process since I will have to walk past Scott’s office to go into the warehouse.

In the morning, I’m at the printer when Scott comes in. I wave and say, “Hey, Scott. Good morning” and he responds with “Hey, Dana, how you doing?”. I am beaming at him, which I somehow can’t seem to help, but he doesn’t seem to mind me still greeting him and whatnot, so whatever.

I run into Scott many times today. A lot, actually. In the morning, as I’m coming out of Joyce’s cubicle (I had to put papers on her desk) and walking back to my cubicle, Scott goes walking into his office. He sees me and I give him a small smile, but he has a neutral face. I’m used to this reaction from him at times, so I don’t read into it. I’m too busy to be thinking about anything anyway. The first time I go out into the warehouse, a guy Mark is in Scott’s office talking to the guys, so I know Scott sees me go out. I try to walk kinda slow, but I don’t know how long Mark will talk for. As I head back from the warehouse, I open the door and Mark is just leaving their office, so he is blocking the doorway. I look in through the window, and see Scott is standing at his desk and leaning on his right elbow, body turned facing the door and window, and I see him start to wave with his left hand, but I don’t know if it’s directed at me or Mark. I couldn’t really look at Scott because Steve is also standing at his desk and he is right in front of the window, so if I look in or wave it will be very obvious. I only caught a small glimpse of Scott and couldn’t see where he was looking.

I was creeping in the dome mirror, so I saw Scott use the bathroom, so I’m waiting at the printer just to say hey when he comes out lol. It’s almost my lunch, so I take some orders out to the warehouse this way the dock guys can schedule pick-ups if they still need to. A few seconds after I go into the warehouse, I hear the door open behind me. I don’t turn and look to see who it is. I have a normal to fast walking pace, but I decide on normal. I’m half-hoping it’s Scott, but also maybe not. I have one of those wiggle-walks for sure. It has always been pointed out to me, and there are times where I’m very aware of it. I don’t think I have a great butt (I’d like to work on this), but yeah, my walk for sure is nice. So if Scott is behind me…idk lol idk how I feel about it. I go over to the dock guy and give him the order. When I turn around and look from where I came, I don’t see anyone, which I think is weird. Even if they walked really slow, they still would have caught up by now. I head back over to the walkway and then see Scott emerge from the side. He had clearly been waiting there, hidden out of sight. I know he didn’t just follow me out, since him and the guys always come out here, and he has papers with him, but he was most definitely waiting for me to walk back. He’s giving me a knowing sort of look and he says “Hey, Dana”. All I say is “hey” (I almost say "Hey, cutie" but catch myself) and I can’t help myself from staring at his mouth. He starts to smile and it feels like so long since I saw him smile, so I just gotta look.

I go back to my desk and decide to use the bathroom. Scott had come in from the warehouse and I heard someone go into the bathroom, but I don’t think it’s him because he had just went like 15 minutes ago. I heard the person come back out but didn’t hear them walk by, which I thought was weird. I come out of my cubicle and almost bump right into Scott. I put my hand to my chest. “I keep bumping into you haha!”, I say and he just laughs and keeps walking. I forgot how freaking quiet he can be when he’s walking. Like, I don’t even hear him sometimes.

I see Scott a few more small random times, really just in my peripheral vision and then when I go to the filing cabinet and he’s talking to the receptionist, his back facing me. When I go up to the break room to get my apple and come back down, in the 2 split seconds I walk past the other warehouse door, Scott comes in from the warehouse. He does a sort of smile with the noise people make when they do the crooked smile thing with the finger guns (kinda like the noise Taylor Swift makes in Blank Space between “ But I’ve got a blank space baby” Insert Noise “And I’ll write your name”). He did the crooked smile thing, just no finger guns lol.

Scott normally leaves on time on Fridays. But he gets a call at like 4:42 and he tells the guy on the phone to give him 5 minutes and he’ll send stuff over to him. I’m not staying extra just to say bye lol. But hearing Scott talk, ugh. He can have just the softest voice. Idk if the guy on the phone was upset or something, but Scott’s voice is just so soothing right now. He has the type of voice where if something bad is going on and you’re freaking out, he’s the one you want to be talking to you. I’ve heard him talk like this before on the phone, but Idk, right now it seems even more soothing than usual, but maybe just because I’m sitting here not doing anything and just waiting to leave, so my brain is only focused on one thing.

I really wanted to return a nice, unrushed wave to Scott this week, like the one he gave me Monday, but it didn’t happen. I thought these posts would be getting shorter, but despite Scott and I not having any conversation for 2 solid weeks, there is still stuff happening. I feel kinda like how it was at the beginning before we started having conversations. I am not sure where I want this to go, not sure what Scott’s side of the story is, but I would still at least like to talk to him and I think flirting is okay, at least on my end. I don’t plan on actually making any moves on Scott, and as I’ve said before, I’m single so in my eyes I’m good. I’m not going to focus on Scott’s side because anything he does is on him. I still like the excitement in my day though, and I do still like Scott. It’s kinda hard to get over someone when you work 15 feet from them 5 days a week and when you’re always bumping into each other. I’m trying to focus less on it/him and I think I am, but damn if this man doesn’t have some sort of hold on my heart right now.

#scott #personal #posting this kinda late #i thought there would be less to write about going forward but nope lol #scott is just full of surprises isn't he

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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 3 years ago

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Care and Keeping of Idiots

Prompts: Hi I love your fic's so much and I was wondering if you could do DRLAMP (platonic creative twins) hurt/comfort with the light sides just having a lot of unhealthy habits and the dark sides helping them <3 - anon

Prompt if you want one: Roman gets sick from overworking himself but tries to hide it. Virgil finds out and chases him around the mindscape trying to get him to rest eventually him and all the others get him to bed and fluff ensues. That or Roman is sick and everyone fights to take care of him cause I think that would be funny and cute. Hurt/comfort please your honour and lamp is good but mainly prinxiety, roceit and some creative twins would be awesome! A scene for the first idea that lives rent free in my head is Roman hanging onto the door of the imagination while Virgil and Janus hold his legs and then remus jumps from above to knock him out and then they take him upstairs bridal style. I literally adore your writing so much so if you choose to write this thank you so much 💜💜💜💜 Ps: sorry if this is too much detail lol just do what you feel comfortable with - sunflowerblondeuwu

hi! if you're taking prompts, would you be interested in doing some moceit hurt/comfort? - anon

I'd like to request something Logan-centric. Maybe with some protective sides looking after Logan? If you can, if not don't worry about it. - geminimoon14

I've been experimenting with microficlets and short form and thought these were great practice!

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Warnings: nothing explicit

Pairings: DLAMPR, DLAMP, LAMP, it can be platonic or romantic i don't care anymore

Word Count: 2035

The Dark Sides have their work cut out for them.

“Patton.”

Patton starts in surprise, turning around to see Janus standing there with his arms crossed. He raises an eyebrow.

“Oh, goodness, you startled me!”

“Really, I had no idea.” Janus walks forward, holding out a hand.

“What’s that for, kiddo?”

Janus just holds his hand out further.

“I don’t know what you want,” Patton tries, edging a little further into the kitchen.

Janus sighs. “By all means, continue trying to lie to me.”

Patton stops. Janus takes another step closer, still holding out his hand.

“It’s fine, Janus, don’t worry!”

“Every time you lie,” Janus says, “I’m going to take a step closer.”

“But it’s fine!” And sure enough, he takes a step closer. “I can do it! Wait, that’s not a lie. Stop it!”

“Stop lying, Patton, and I won’t have to.”

Patton does not whine, but he does exhale a little louder than normal. Janus waits patiently, his hand outstretched. Patton sighs and puts the notebook in Janus’s hand. Janus hums and tucks it into his cloak and holds out his hand again.

“…now I really don’t know what you want,” Patton says wearily.

Janus just waggles his fingers.

“Janus, I—“

“Come here, Patton,” Janus murmurs, holding his hand out.

Patton takes his hand and tries not to squeak in surprise as he’s yanked forward into a cuddle. Janus chuckles as he flails slightly, wrapping one arm around his waist to keep him still and ruffling his hair with the other.

“Good.”

“What—what’re you doing?”

“Oh, just remedying this error that I’ve discovered.”

“You—what? Janus—“

“Be still,” Janus chides gently, giving his hair a tug, “you’re alright. Just let me hug you.”

Patton won’t turn down a hug from one of his kiddos, but he’s very confused, thank you very much, and he would like to be less confused.

“I thought we talked about that notebook,” comes Janus’s voice a moment later, “and why you should stop using it.”

“But it helps me remember when I have to do things,” he mumbles into the cloak.

The cloak shifts. “Not in a way that is helpful to you, sweetie.”

“It helps me remember!”

“It helps you feel guilty.”

“…no…”

Janus sighs. “I can’t actually take a step closer while I’m hugging you, but I did it in spirit.”

Patton grumbles. Janus cards his hand through his hair again and uses two more arms to guide Patton’s around his neck.

“I’m going to pick you up now.”

“Where are we—oh!—where are we going?”

“Virgil and Remus have a new version of UNO they want to try and they’re insisting they need four people.” Janus rolls his eyes. “I think they just want an excuse to team up, but we’ll see.”

Patton shifts in Janus’s arms as they make their way to the other living room. He looks up and Janus catches his gaze.

“What, sweetie?”

“…thanks.”

Janus smiles and taps Patton’s cheek. “I’ll drag you kicking and screaming into caring about yourself if I have to.”

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“Virgil.”

“Nope.” Virgil yawns, sprawling a little further across Logan’s desk. “Sorry, L, no work for you.”

“Virgil, where did you even put everything?”

“Your computer’s where it always is when it isn’t on your desk, your notes are filed away with Roman’s help, and your notebook is with Janus.”

Logan sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And why have you taken precautions to ensure I don’t have access to my work?”

Virgil indicates the schedule they drew up on the corkboard. “Because it’s your day off and you gave us permission to make you take that day.”

Logan sighs. Again. It’s his favorite way of expressing exasperation with Virgil. Virgil grins, hooking his feet around the arms of the chair and pulling it out of Logan’s reach. He pulls out his phone and starts mindlessly scrolling.

“Virgil.”

“Hmm?”

“Can I just have one notebook?”

“Depends.” He glances up at Logan. “You gonna work?”

Logan opens his mouth and Janus strides out of the shadows. Virgil muffles a snort and shakes his head.

“Okay, that answers that question.”

“Virgil.”

“Logan.”

Janus just flops down onto Logan’s bed and curls his arms around a pillow, hissing from the warmth.

“I just want my notebook,” Logan says, “can I have my notebook back?”

“No work, Logan, you made the rules.”

“I said no work, not no notebook!”

“Yeah, but for you, notebook equals work.”

Logan looks back at Janus. “Can I please have my notebook back?”

“It’s adorable how you think asking me will get you a different answer than asking Virgil.”

Logan is quiet for a moment. Virgil looks up at him over his phone and his brow furrows at the way Logan starts to fiddle with the end of his tie.

“…can I please have it back?”

“Why do you think asking over and over will get you a different result, L?”

“Because perhaps you’ll understand that I need it back,” Logan snaps, clutching the end of his tie.

“Whoa,” Virgil soothes, holding his hand up, “time out. Okay. You want it back?”

“For the forty-seventh time, yes.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s mine.”

Virgil frowns. Then he gets up and nods to Janus. Janus takes Logan’s notebook out and passes it to Virgil, who holds it out for Logan to take. Logan takes it and wraps his arms around it protectively, tucking it under his chin.

“What’s the matter, L,” Virgil says quietly, “why’re you so on edge today?”

Logan sniffs. Oh. Oh, fuck. Janus sits up as Virgil nudges Logan to sit on the bed. Logan sits, still curled around the notebook.

“Talk to us, L,” Virgil murmurs, “did we fuck up? We’re sorry if we did, but you gotta tell us.”

“N-no, it’s—it’s fine, I asked you to do this, I just—“ he shakes himself— “it’s fine.”

Janus hisses lightly.

“Come on, L.”

Logan slumps, his fingertips starting to turn red from pressing against the spirals. Virgil reaches out to gentle them away.

“I suppose I’m still getting used to the idea that I am important to you outside of my work,” comes the whispered confession.

“Oh, sweetie…”

“Can we hug you, L? I think you need it.”

Logan nods, but he doesn’t move the notebook. Virgil taps it.

“Let go, come on.”

Logan lets him pry it out of his hands and toss it onto the desk as Janus wraps an arm around him. Virgil comes back to haul Logan further onto the bed, tucking his head under his chin.

“You’re important to us because you’re Logan, not because you’re Logic.” Janus hums in agreement. “Now, we’re gonna sit here for a moment and then we’re gonna go see how much of a mess Remus has made in the living room.”

Logan huffs. “We did leave him alone, didn’t we?”

“Mm.” Janus tucks his head against Logan’s shoulder. “I’d certainly love to go see whatever mess there is instead of staying here.”

Virgil chuckles. “We can stay here for longer, Logan needs it.”

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“Fuck, where is he?”

“He went into the Imagination!”

“Shit, how’d he get past Patton?”

“I don’t know, but we gotta hurry before he gets lost in there.”

“Hey—hey! There he is! Get back here!”

“Roman! Roman!”

“Shit, he’s getting away!”

“How the fuck is he so fast—“

“Aren’t you fight or flight? Move!”

“I got him—I got him!”

“Hey, hey! Virgil, let me go!”

“No, Roman, you know you’re not supposed to be here, come on—“

Well, if Roman is going to insist they drag him out of here, they will.

“Roman, let go of the door.”

“How are you still holding on, there’s two of us—“

“Shut up, J, and pull!”

“You’ll never take me alive!”

“Stop being so dramatic for one goddamn second—“

“Remus, now!”

Even Roman isn’t so determined that a Morningstar to the head won’t make him go unconscious. Remus ignores the slightly disapproving looks from Virgil and Janus and promptly scoops his brother into his arms and marches out of the Imagination, down to the living room where Logan and Patton are waiting, blankets and pillows set up. Logan raises an eyebrow when he sees Roman’s limp form in Remus’s arms.

“Was knocking him out really necessary? He’s already sick.”

“He’s fine,” Remus defends, “he’ll wake up in like…two seconds.”

“One, two—“

“Hey!”

“Well, what do you know, it was two seconds,” Logan mutters as Janus immediately wraps his arms around a squirming Roman.

“Let me go, I’m fine, I just—“ Roman freezes when he realizes where he is— “oh.”

“Yes, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, “oh. Now hush and let us take care of you.”

“But—“

“We already had to fight to be the ones to come get you,” Virgil interrupts, plopping down with his head in Roman’s lap, “don’t make us do it again.”

“But—“

“Ro,” Remus whines, “just let us take care of you!”

Roman freezes. His mouth snaps shut and he starts to toy with an edge of one of the blankets. His shoulders hunch and Remus counts him heroically stopping three coughs.

“Ro,” he says, softer this time, “you know we want to take care of you, right?”

Roman pointedly does not look at any of them.

“…you said you had to fight over who came to—“ he stifles a sneeze— “to come get me.”

“We fought over who got to come get you.” Remus nudges his shoulder. “I won because I’m your brother and I get dibs.”

“I won because I’m fight or flight.”

“Even though you were so slow.”

“Shut up, Remus.”

“I didn’t win,” Janus says, examining his gloves, “ I just went anyway.”

Roman doesn’t laugh. Instead, he tugs the blanket again. Remus shuffles closer and bonks their heads together.

“You’re not a burden, Roro, we want to take care of you.”

“…why?”

Patton stifles a hurt noise as he takes Roman’s hand in his. Logan scoots loser and curls his hands around Roman’s collar, trying to loosen it a little.

“Fuck, Princey, of course we wanna take care of you.” Virgil ruffles his hair. “You’re sick. Now lie down.”

“B-but—“

“Oh, shh, sweetie,” Janus murmurs, wiping a stray tear, “now, now, you know better than to cry when your head is already sore. I know it’s not your fault sweetie, just shh.”

Remus wraps Roman’s arms around him and curls into his chest. Roman sniffles.

“Now, that’s not fair,” Logan says quietly, “you three already got to go and get him, you don’t get to hog taking care of him as well.”

“Yeah, let us have a turn!”

Roman giggles as Logan tries to tug him away from Remus, which—good luck.

But Roman is happy so Remus will share.

For now.

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microraptorreactor · 9 months ago

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Starting with The Butcher's Song because that's the first one.

One important bit of context is that Stories for the Blood Thirsty was not something I had planed at the time. I wrote this assuming I wouldn't make more Ultrakill, or if I did, it would not be tied to The Butcher's Song. It was originally just a silly little one-shot. But, yaknow, robot brainrot hit (gestures vaguely at blog). I wasn't building the world for a longform work at the time. As a result, both the one-shots have an embarrassing amount of retcons.

right off the bat, forgot I never changed the doc title. That was its working title before I cleaned it up for AO3. Its. Uh. Considerably worse then the final title if I'm being honest.

It's satisfying that despite all the problems, the opening line of this work still holds up. This is still the core of V1's character, even if it's gotten a little bit less living meatgrinder and a little more big cat/bird. Find, Kill, Feed also hasn't changed in the slightest. Probably because it's the heart of this series, lol.

I kinda forgot how visceral this work is. Especially how V1 describes things. V2 is such a soft little baby compared to this my word.

And here's the first retcon! This entire paragraph is no longer accurate lmao. There used to be more then one handler working with V1 at a time. Also, not mentioned here, but only military machines had handlers. When I was expanding the world after writing this, I realized how inefficient and unsafe this system was XD

The second retcon in this paragraph is the Earthmovers dying out. That is from a canon sentence in the game, that I promptly ignored for Bathed in Blood. No Earthmovers is boring for a work set during New Peace tbh, I like it when the cities can stand up and wander off.

And very last retcon in this paragraph is that V1 wasn't reactivated after its final hunt. This is a pretty minor change compared to the rest of the paragraph lol.

Through some dark magic, I've only mentioned Gabriel three times in the entire series. And two of those mentions are in Butcher's Song! Gaberiel knows the song, he just has to sing it :) (he also knows what the song means and he's bloody terrified of it)

Since SftBT has just been fleshing out Machines, I decided not to touch angels in Handle With Care. I'll get around to angels eventually, but I'd rather not try fleshing out two cultures/systems at the same time. The comedic result of this is that Gabriel does not have a speaking role.

And here's the scene that everyone is dreading. It also got retconned, V2 speaks more in later versions of the scene. V2 was originally 100% aware of its surroundings and situation, but also V2 was originally an adult with a normal backstory. To be honest, V2 incoherently babbling to itself probably would have been a more interesting scene. Oh well, the setup of V1 viewing V2 as a waste was like, really important for deciding the themes going forward XD

It's so weird to see Earthmover dialogue written the same as machine feed chatter. I genuinely thought I messed up the formatting here, but nope! Earthmover text just wasn't bolded yet XD Makes the Earthmover seem so quiet.

No other robots, or Kaine Clarx, specifically. He didn't exist yet. One of the first things I established about the V series is that these fucks are LOUD and I think that's really funny.

Birdcatt's live author reactions to their own works looks fun I'm gonna steal that. Live author reaction ahead.

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harrysweasleys · 4 years ago

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are you ticklish? // c.d

summary: can i request cedric diggory baking with the reader? i just need a lil fluff in my life 🥺 i LOVE U AND UR WRITING SO MUCH I HOPE U KNOW THAT! THANKS!

warnings: there’s no plot. its just fluff, my friends.

word count: 1.6k

a/n: sorry this is so late! i have been having writer’s block for like two weeks now so production has been slow here lol. thank you all for being patient! (also i’m sorry this doesn’t involve baking per say, but i hope you enjoy anyways!)

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The smell of warm, gooey cookies filled your shared home with Cedric as you sat yourself in front of the oven, impatiently staring into the little window and counting down the fifteen minutes until they would be ready. It was hard to stay away from them, you thought. The smell was just teasing you — taunting you, as if saying ‘the cookies are in progress, but you can’t touch them just yet.’

Cedric, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of his tea, fought the urge to chuckle as he watched you, seated comfortably on the floor with a blanket wrapped around you and a silly grin on your face.

Oh, how he adored you. Every little thing about you. From you desire to crack jokes only to see people laugh, to the way small things — like baking — would render you utterly happy. He had fallen for you all those years ago at Hogwarts, and never regretted a moment of it. You captured his attention as much now as you did all those years ago.

He watched, content as ever, while you eyed the timer above the stove.

“Come sit with me,” you reached out to him, giving him a soft smile that he knew he couldn’t say no to even if he wanted to.

He placed his mug down on the counter and leaned down, sitting on the cold floor and scooting as close to you as he could. His heart did a little flip as you lifted your arm and wrapped your blanket around him — he could smell you and feel the heat radiating off of your body. He really did love it.

“It smells nice in here,” you said, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He nodded softly before leaning his head against yours, lifting his hand and placing it atop your knee, “It does. Bet they’ll taste better than they smell.”

“Well, of course they will,” you scoffed, poking him in the side and causing him to jump slightly at the ticklish sensation, “Cookies always taste better than they smell. Besides, smelling them doesn’t put them in my belly.”

Cedric couldn’t fight the laughter that bubbled within him, the vibrations from his body causing you to let out your own laughter. He found your laughter infectious — unique in its own adorable way — so your laughter only egged him on to laugh harder.

The two of you were just sitting on the floor, wrapped in a blanket and staring at an oven, giggling away while the clock on the wall flashed 2:34am.

“Reckon we’ll have any left tomorrow?” Cedric found himself asking after a few moments of silence, the comfortable air in the room not previously needing to be broken by conversation.

“Nope,” you replied rather quickly, lifting your head off of his shoulder and giving him a toothy grin, “I’ll eat them all while we go watch telly in bed.”

Cedric had recently introduced you to a Muggle service called Netflix — which you had to admit, you really liked. It was hard to go to sleep without watching a few episodes. The two of you had recently started a new series and were up late binging it — only, you had had no snacks.

That’s how the two of you ended up in the kitchen at this hour of the morning, the smell of chocolate cookies wafting through the quiet apartment and the low rumble of your stomach signalling your impatience.

Beep!

Cedric stumbled over as you jumped up, picking your wand up off of the counter and opening the oven. He was eye-level with the blast of heat that emerged, causing him to grimace and stand up hastily, waving his hands in front of his face.

“Oh, the smell of joy,” you grinned, eyeing the cookies as you lifted your wand, lifting the tray out of the oven and placing it atop the stove. The smell was now ten times stronger that they were out of the oven, and even Cedric couldn’t fight the hungry grumble in his belly.

He came up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder, “They don’t smell as good as you, though.”

He grinned to himself as a blush rose on your cheeks, the corners of your lips curving up. You always became rather flustered at his compliments — one of the many reasons he loved showering you with them any chance he could get. The way that your cheeks and ears turned pink as the shy smile grew on your face — it was one of Cedric’s favourite things.

“Oh, such a smooth talker, Ced,” you giggled, turning around and wrapping your arms around his neck, his still wrapped comfortably around your waist. You could feel the heat coming off of him, surrounding your flushed body comfortably and making the dingy tile floor feel less freezing against your bare feet.

“You know it,” he smirked, leaning forwards and pressing a light kiss against your nose, “Theres no one else I’d want to make cookies with at 2am.”

You nodded your head, “Same here.” And it was true — there was no one else you’d want to do this with. Cedric was it for you, no one else would ever come close.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. They were familiar and warm, but they didn’t fail to make sparks fly in your belly no matter how many times you kissed. The feeling of kissing him was intoxicating — intoxicating enough you nearly forgot about the baked goods sitting on a tray behind you.

Cedric, however, couldn’t care less about the cookies at this point. He was utterly lost in your touch, in your kiss, in your smell. He didn’t want to stop and there was nothing in the world that could change his mind.

“They’re gonna get cold,” you pulled away from him slightly, mumbling against his lips.

“I’m afraid I don’t care,” he replied, wanting to pull you closer and continue kissing you until the sun came up and brightened the dim kitchen.

You giggled, lowering your hands down from his neck to his waist, poking him in the sides and causing him to jump back. He screeched slightly at the ticklish sensation, pulling his lips away from yours and glaring you down.

“Well,” he brushed his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes, “That’s not fair.”

You raised and eyebrow, winking at him, before turning around to face the cookies, “They’re gonna get cold!”

Without waiting for him to retaliate, you picked up a cookie off of the tray, the softness and heat of it causing it to crumble slightly in your hand before you shoved the whole thing in your mouth.

You had been utterly wrong about them getting cold, however, because the second the cookie hit your tongue, it felt like it was on fire. The chocolate was scalding and your tongue felt fuzzy immediately. You let out a small cough and opened your mouth.

“I’m going to guess by your expression that they’re not cold?” Cedric smirked, placing his hands on his hips.

You gave him a glare, eating the cookie with your mouth open to cool it down, “I have made a terrible mistake.”

He nodded slowly, pursing his lips, “Karma for the tickling.”

You continued awkwardly chewing your cookie, glaring him down with narrowed eyes. His smirk never faltered, however, and the second that you swallowed your burning cookie, he lunged forwards with his arms out and his hands went straight to your sides.

You let out a loud yelp at the feeling, the ground beneath your feet disappearing as he lifted you up, wrapped you in his arms, and tickled you like there was no tomorrow. His laughter was bouncing off of the small kitchen walls as you began kicking and pushing him, hoping to get some sort of relief from the ticklish torture.

“Ced! Stop!” you gasped for breath through your laughter and shouting, hoping your neighbours down below wouldn’t hate you too much for causing such a ruckus at this early hour. Your laughter echoed through the small apartment as you struggled to breathe properly.

“Stop!”

“Fine, fine,” Cedric sighed dramatically, placing you down on the ground and standing above you. You finally touched the floor with your feet and let out a sigh of relief, the ghosting feeling of his hands on your waist making a shiver run down your spine. Cedric had always loved tickling you every chance he could get — but you, on the other hand, enjoyed it a little less.

You looked up at him, his eyes bright and his smile practically radiant. You couldn’t even bring yourself to pretend to be mad at him with that look on his face. He looked like a giddy child — a giddy child that had just received the exact gift he wanted on Christmas morning. And for some cruel reason, tickling you had been the gift he had longed for.

“Tickling should be a form of torture, you know,” you pulled down the hem of your shirt from where it had ridden up moments before, “I’d spill all of my deepest darkest secrets.”

His eyebrow cocked up and a glint of playfulness was evident in his eyes, “Oh, deepest darkest secrets, you say?”

Immediately regretting how close you were standing to him, you dodged his hands and took off towards the living room, Cedric’s loud footsteps letting you know he was chasing after you.

He was a rather quick runner, this you knew, but luckily he was in a playful mood and therefore was letting you outrun him as you darted down the hallway to your shared bedroom, continuously avoiding his grabby hands and the mischief in his eyes.

Unfortunately for you, the cookies had now long been forgotten.

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imagineredwood · 4 years ago

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“Are you up?”

Summary: You and Angel have broken up and while it was somewhat mutual, you miss each other desperately. He does his best to stay away, feeling that you deserve better, but when you send him a needy late night text, he’s on his way to remind you what you’re missing.

Pairing: Angel Reyes x reader

Warnings: Sexual content, Oral sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk mild praise kink, you name it honestly lol

Word count: 3k

***Here’s another story that I decided to write from an idea that’s plagued me for literal months lmao. Not requested.***

You sighed as you laid in bed, filthy thoughts consuming your mind. You were needy, not having been touched in over a month. You and Angel had broken up and you had been trying to move on from that. It had been somewhat mutual, though it fell more on your side for both the idea and the execution. He had gotten more and more busy with the club, which meant less and less time for you. As a result, you had become more needy, and Angel had become more frustrated. It had come to a head when you had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for him to get back from his run, only to find out the next day that he gone straight to the clubhouse with the boys and gotten drunk without even thinking to send you a text or call.

You had made up your mind then, deciding that even though it was going to hurt to throw away the last year of your life with the man that you so desperately loved, you needed to split. And Angel had agreed, though it had torn his heart out to do so. Truth was, he was scared. He was falling more and more in love with you each passing day and he had gotten scared. What if he wasn’t good enough for you to stay? What if you found someone better? What if you came to the realization that you deserved better? And so, he had tried to protect himself. To shield himself from the pain o rejection and abandonment which he had become so familiar with. At the time he had felt that the best way to do that was to put distance. To create a wedge where at least he was the one in control. He had pushed you to the edge and when you had finally had enough, he tried to convince himself that he was better off.

Slowly it dawned on him that not only was that not true, he had sabotaged probably the best thing that had ever happened to him. He had found someone that loved him, supported him, looked after, and took care of him. Yet he threw it all away in the name of misguided self-preservation.

And it did not take long for the realization to kick in.

He had been a ghost since. He wasn’t as bright as he was when he was with you. He had bags under his eyes, surviving off of booze and cigarettes. It had taken a scolding from Taza and Bishop for him to finally sit down and have a balanced meal.

You hadn’t been much better. Angel had at least been able to shed some his pain in the arms of the club girls though, while you had not been with anyone. You wanted to; to go out and receive some attention and affection even if it was only for the night. Yet you could never manage. Angel had been your first. He was the only man you had ever known intimately. So you had chickened out at last minute on taking home the tattooed man you had been flirting with tonight.

But now you were alone, aching for the touch of a man. For the feeling of being covered by a body as they did what they wanted with you. The feeling of being filled and loved on.

You were aching for the feeling of Angel.

How his lips felt on your neck. How his ringed fingers felt when they pumped inside of you. How heavy his cock felt when it was filling you to the point of seeing stars. How far he stretched you. How empty you felt when he finally pulled out to go to sleep. You were aching for that.

Plainly, you were aching for Angel.

With a sigh, you sat up grabbing your phone. It was late, but not late enough for him to be asleep. Typing swiftly, you sent him a quick text.

‘Are you up?’

You were honestly not even expecting a response. Yet not only did he respond, his answer came back before you could even put the phone down.

‘Yeah. You ok?’

At the clubhouse, Angel was quickly sitting up straighter, his heart picking up speed as he worried something had happened to you. He stared at the screen for a few more agonizing seconds, waiting to see your response.

‘I’m fine. You busy?’

‘Nope.’

‘Do you wanna come over?’

Angel sat still in disbelief. Was this a test? Angel had thought that he had ruined his chance with you forever. That there was no way you would ever settle for him again. Yet you were inviting him over? He wasn’t sure what for, but he was not about to complain. The phone buzzed in his hand and he read your newest message five times over.

‘I need you’

He was up and out of his seat then, rushing out of the clubhouse in a hurry, the others looking at him in confusion.

“Where you going, homie?”

He didn’t answer them, typing his reply out.

‘On my way.’

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The sound of Angel’s Harley pulling up into your driveway was something you thought you would never hear again. It made butterflies take flight in your tummy, your heart starting to speed up, your thighs rubbing together in anticipation.

Unlocking the door and pulling it open, you watched as Angel walked up to you, his eyes glued to yours. He stopped when he was in front of you, his hands holding onto the sides of his kutte. Little did you know it was because he was trying desperately not to reach out and touch you.

“Hey, querida.”

“Hey.”

You pulled the door open further for him to walk inside. Locking up behind him, you turned to find him standing there, eyes on you. Neither of you spoke as you walked up to him slowly. Angel looked you over, his throat bobbing as he looked at your attire of a shirt and panties. He looked closer, feeling his heart clench as he saw at what shirt you wore. It was the old one you’d had for years that he had sprayed with his cologne for you to have while he was on a run. After you had broken up, he figured you would have thrown it away, burned it maybe. Yet there you were wearing it. You caught his gaze and then looked down to follow it.

“I…I was missing you.”

Angel had planned to keep his hands to himself, let you initiate, but your words broke his self-restraint. He took another step forward, sliding his right arm around your waist while his left hand came up to hold your chin softly. His voice was soft and quiet, yet husky.

“I’m right here.”

You nodded, your own hands coming up to hold his waist. Leaning toward him, you pressed your lips against his, both of you closing your eyes as you relished in the familiar act. Your hands slid up his body, coming to rest on his chest. Angel placed his hands over yours, growling at how they engulfed yours. You continued to kiss, both your mouths and hands growing more and more needy. You clutched at his kutte, missing the sound of the leather as it rubbed in your grasp. Angel on the other hand was grasping at your ass, his hands running over your hips, lower back, and thighs.

He had been with club girls after the breakup, and while they were all gorgeous and worthwhile, they just weren’t you. They didn’t rile him up the way you did, and he knew now that it was because of the love he had for you. Love that went deeper than just having a girl on his arm. That knowledge had scared him at first, but now it only made him hard.

He let you pull his kutte off his shoulders, tossing it over onto your couch. His hands continued to roam over you, both of you making out as you stumbled to your bedroom, shedding clothing along the way. By the time you were standing at your bed, you were entirely naked, Angel finally shedding his boxers. You both stood there bare, chests heaving from the lack of air. He was reaching to cradle your face then, his eyes honest as they look at you.

“What do you want me to do? I’ll do whatever you want.”

You nodded gently, reaching up to his face as well. You dragged your index finger along his bottom lip, watching as it pulled down before bouncing back into place. He always did have a sinfully good mouth.

“I want your mouth on me. Please.”

The please was not really necessary. Angel would have done it no matter how you asked him. He nodded and placed his hands on your hips, turning you. You assumed the position you had been in so many times before, crawling onto the bed on your hands and knees, letting your cheek rest against the sheets with your ass propped up high. Angel did not skip a beat, climbing up behind you, his mouth kissing along the backs of your thighs. His hands came up, grasping your ass and massaging it. Part of him wanted to tease, but the majority of him just wanted to give you everything. To give you his all until you were a wet, trembling mess. He wanted to make you feel how sorry he was for letting you go and hopefully get you back.

Angel slid his hands down, his thumbs pressing to either side of your pussy before pulling outward and spreading you. He cursed as he looked at your opening, your wetness sticky and slick as it coated you.

“You always did have such a pretty little hole.”

Your breathing was already picking up speed before he had really even touched you and it made Angel feel good to know that you needed him as much as he needed you. He kept you spread open, leaning closer to lick into you. He groaned at the taste of you, not realizing just how much he had missed it.

“You taste so good mami, fuck.”

Your whimper paired with feeling your pussy clench around his tongue made him smile. You always did like him giving you dirty praise. Scooting even closer to you, he reached up and placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing it gently as he kept working his mouth on you. His beard added to the sensation as he buried his face into you. Your hips began to swivel on their own, pushing back onto his face and earning a moan from him that made a shiver run through you.

“There you go, good girl. Use my mouth, baby.”

And so you did, softly pushing back on him, your eyes closed, and your bottom lip caught between your teeth and you rubbed yourself against his mouth. He kept doing his own thing though, strengthening his tongue so he could bury it in you. It did not take long for your thighs to begin shaking, your moans low and drawn out as you called his name.

“God, Angel, don’t stop. Please.”

Angel kept at it, slipping two thick ringed fingers into you until you were clenching and squeezing, slowly collapsing flat onto the bed. Angel kissed along your back and sides, working his way up your body slowly, letting you catch your breath. He stopped at your shoulders, speaking into your ear.

“You still on the pill?”

“Mhmm.”

Angel nodded and then sat up some, looking down at you.

“Do you want it like this?”

Turning your head, you laid it sideways so you could look at him over your shoulder, giving a nod. That was all Angel needed, sitting back up to kneel behind you. He grabbed himself and ran the tip through your lips, gathering your wetness before he placed himself at your entrance. He pushed in slowly, placing his hands down onto the mattress beside your head, holding himself up as he sunk into you. He shuddered as he stayed still, trying not to cum right there from how warm you were. You felt like home and he wanted to make sure you knew that.

“You feel so fucking good, mi dulce. So perfect.”

He began thrusting then, slow deep strokes. He pulled out nearly all the way before sinking back into you fully once again. The slow pace was not was you needed though.

“I need you to fuck me hard, Angel.”

“Ok, baby.”

With that, he sat back up, staying on his knees, and grabbing your hips to arch you. He tugged you back, your body at an angle as he had your pelvis on his lap. He pushed back into you then and started a bruising pace, your ass jiggling from the force. He looked down between your bodies where you were connected, watching as your pussy gripped him. How his thickness stretched you. How you lifted off just a little whenever he bottomed out, that last inch just a little too deep. Your whines and pants were music to his ears and his mouth started on a roll.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, mi vida. You always look so good taking my cock.”

Angel’s hips slapped against your ass as he pounded you, your brows knitted in pure ecstasy. Reaching underneath you, your fingers danced on your clit, Angel growling as you got tighter around him from the added stimulation. He reached down and pulled you up, not wanting you to have to do anything. He wanted you to just enjoy it while he ruined you, making it a point to remind you of what you were missing in hopes that you would forgive him for his stupidity and take him back.

With you both kneeling straight up now, Angel wrapped his left arm around your shoulders, holding you upright to him while his right slid down between your legs. He rubbed at your clit firmly, his mouth on your neck as he stroked the sensitive little pearl. You whimpered, the metal from his rings cold and shocking on the sensitive flesh. He could fill you at a different angle this way and fucked you hard, staring at your face with adoration as your mouth dropped open, feeling another orgasm approaching fast.

“There you go. There’s my baby. Come on me again. I know you can, mami. Let me feel you. Good girl.”

Your moans devolved into a sob as you came for the second time, Angel hissing as your pussy squeezed around him almost as tightly as your hands squeezed his forearm. He slowed his thrusts, pushing into you languidly as he let you come down some. Your whimpers were high pitched and whiny, signs that you were already feeling slightly overstimulated. Angel was not done with you just yet though. He slowed his pace down some but kept the depth, his mouth to your ear as he continued to fill you, his hand leaving your clit and coming up to press against your abdomen.

“You feel me? Right here deep in your tummy, mi amor? That’s where I belong. Right here.”

He caressed the soft flesh above your mound as you reached behind you to hold the back of his head. You didn’t respond verbally, too fucked out to put together a sentence. You simply nodded and whispered his name like a prayer, your eyes full of love and longing as you looked at him. He went for you clit one last time, rubbing you softly not to hurt you. You came once more without much effort, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes when you did. It did not take much more of that to make him cum as well, his warmth spreading through you as he filled you up to the brim.

He laid you down then, falling to lay spooning behind you as you both tried to catch your breath. You were both spent, your skin covered in a sheen of sweat. Angel groaned quietly as he felt the small aftershocks run through your walls, milking him for everything he had.

You both stayed laying there until your breathing had returned to normal, Angel starting to pull out slowly. The sensation forced a hiss from him, his cock sensitive. Your tiny whimper told him that you were in the same boat. He took a deep breath, brushing back the hair that had fallen into his face from the exertion. He sat up, looking down at your body, seeing the white streak of his cum dripping out of you and he reached over to run his fingers down your spine.

“Let me help you get cleaned up.”

Sitting up yourself, Angel looked at you, swallowing nervously.

“I uh, I know this is really not the best time but I just gotta get this shit off my chest.”

Your nod was unsure as you looked at him.

“I know I fucked us up. I got scared and I ruined something good. I don’t deserve you and I get scared that you’re gonna realize that one day, so I pushed you away. You deserve someone better than my ass, but I really want you back, if you want me.”

Locking your eyes with his, you saw all the emotions he had worked so hard to keep you from seeing in your relationship.

The fear.

The worry.

The insecurity.

He was being open with you. Letting down his walls and being vulnerable, which was all that you had really ever wanted. With a sigh, you stood on shaky legs, Angel standing with you quickly to steady you. You traced his tattooed chest with your finger before looking up at him, finding his face looking like that of a scared child.

“I have to know that you’re not gonna run when shit gets bad.”

The Mayan nodded quickly, grabbing your hand, and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss your fingers.

“I swear I’ll never do it again.”

You continued to look at him for a few seconds more before nodding.

“Okay.”

Angel’s head nodded as well, and the corner of his mouth lifted in a smile.

“Okay.”

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bibbawrites · 4 years ago

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Beach Baby - Single Dad!Charlie x Owen

THIS IS PART 4 OF THE SINGLE DAD!CHARLIE SERIES YOU CAN READ PART 1 HERE , THE PREQUEL (PART 2) HERE AND PART 3 HERE

Request: none

Word Count: 3907 words 😳

Summary: Part 4 of Single Dad!Charlie, Margaux and Charlie reunite with Owen in Hawaii after months apart due to lockdown, just in time for Margaux’s fourth birthday

Warnings: technically underage drinking, i guess technically i have to warn that this is implied mutual crushing between owen and charlie, if you dont feel comfortable with romantic chowen do not read

A/N: i couldn’t get this out of my head so i had to write it, and boy did i write it this is the longest non-chaptered fic ive ever written and honestly i could have made it longer but i didnt want it to drag on any more that it already did this is literally more than double the length of my normal fics, i got very carried away

also just a note that i’m not trying to be rude about the fans who met the boys at the airport and i’m sure in real life the boys were happy to stop and chat, but from a parents perspective charlie’s first instinct would be to protect his daughter so i just thought i’d add that. please don’t get upset for that part!

sorry for any mistakes, its 4am and im half asleep trying to read through this to post lol anyways, hope you enjoy!

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“Papa!” Margaux screamed, racing across the airport to Owen, the blond boy scooping up the nearly four year old and spinning her around when she reached him.

“Maggie! I’ve missed you so much.” Owen exclaimed, pulling his mask down to pepper her cheeks with kisses, causing Margaux to giggle loudly. “Where’s your Daddy?”

“Right behind you.” Owen spun around to find Charlie standing there, clearly smiling at him despite the bandana that covered his mouth, and Owen’s heart skipped a beat at how good Charlie looked in the early morning sun streaming through the airport windows.

Meanwhile Charlie was thinking the exact same thing, admiring how attractive Owen was, especially when he was in his dad mode. He really understood why girls had such a weakness for cute boys with cute kids when he saw Owen with Margaux.

Charlie stepped forward, pulling Owen into a tight hug and Margaux whined in complaint at being squished between her dad and her self declared papa. They pulled away from each other, both boys fighting to hide their slightly flushed cheeks.

“I’m hungry.” Margaux whined, and Charlie was snapped out of his heart eyes daze, his whole focus back on his daughter.

“Let’s get some food into you before our plane leaves then eh.” He replied, and Margaux nodded happily.

Feeling bold Owen grabbed onto Charlie’s hand, lacing their fingers together. It wasn’t unusual for them to do this but it was the first time doing it when they were well known enough that someone might recognise them. But neither of them really cared. They were just happy to be back together again.

The minute they arrived in Hawaii they were met with fans. As much as he loved meeting the fans Charlie couldn’t help but sigh slightly as he tried to protect Margaux as much as he could.

It wasn’t that the fans didn’t know about Margaux, because it was a well known fact that he was a single dad, it was more that he wanted to keep her away from the spotlight. She hadn’t asked for her dad to become a well known actor, and she didn’t deserve to have her life changed because of it. He was determined to give her the most normal life possible.

Eventually they made it to the villa house that they were staying in while in Hawaii, and after throwing their bags into their rooms it was time to have a bit of fun.

“Swim time swim time!” Margaux sung, running laps around the living room. Kenny chuckled at the small girl, looking up at Charlie who was following closely behind her.

“It seems like only yesterday she was a tiny two year old who cried every time you left her side.” He said, and Charlie smiled fondly, sitting down on the chair next to Kenny.

“She’s growing up too fast.” He agreed. “I can’t believe in less than 24 hours time I’ll be a dad to a four year old.”

Margaux tripped on the tiles, landing with a clatter, her bottom lip jutting out. Charlie jumped up, but before he could even think about moving across the room Owen was by Margaux’s side, helping her up and pulling her into a tight hug. He whispered something in her ear and Margaux giggled loudly, her fall already forgotten.

Charlie smiled softly at the scene, his heart filled with love for both the blond boy and his little princess.

“Daddy.” Margaux called, snapping Charlie out of his daze.

“Yeah baby?” He answered, finally making his way across the room.

“Can we swim now?” She asked, grabbing onto his leg. Charlie subconsciously ran his hand through her soft curls.

“Of course we can.” He replied. Margaux glanced up at Owen.

“Papa too?” She questioned.

“Papa too.” Charlie agreed. Margaux peered past him, her gaze landing on Kenny.

“Coming Uncle Kenny?” She asked, and Kenny laughed, standing up.

“Coming Little Gillespie.” He replied.

Margaux smiled contently, taking both Charlie and Owen’s hands to pull them outside towards the pool.

She really did have every single one of them wrapped around her little finger.

Dinner that night was special, as it was supposed to be Carolynn’s last day on the island. They decided on a joint party for her last night, as well as celebrating Margaux’s birthday a day early.

They had headed to a tiny restaurant near their villa, and Charlie had allowed Margaux to pick whatever she wanted from the menu, not that it mattered because she chose chicken nuggets and chips anyways.

The meal was nice, and before they knew it they were arriving back at the villa. Jeremy, Carolynn and Kenny all excused themselves for bed, and Tori settled into the couch, flicking the TV on.

“Bath and bed time baby.” Charlie told Margaux, and she pouted but obeyed, following him into the hallway.

“Hey Char, can I ask you something?” Owen asked, trailing behind the father daughter duo, and Charlie stopped, letting Margaux run ahead to their room.

“Anything.” He smiled.

“Do you mind if I share your room? I know the other bed was meant to be for Margaux but-” Owen started, playing with his fingers slightly.

“She can share with me.” Charlie cut him off. “Bed’s all yours.” Owen looked up, his eyes widening.

“Really?” He checked.

“Of course.” Charlie smiled. Owen grinned, throwing his arms around Charlie’s neck.

“Thanks Char. I just didn’t really want to sleep alone.” He admitted, and Charlie squeezed him tight.

“Any time.” He told Owen, and the blond boy pulled away with a smile, before heading off to the room he was originally going to stay in to collect his bags.

Charlie entered the room that he and Margaux, and now Owen, were sharing, finding his daughter already snuggled into one of the beds, still wearing her dinner clothes. Charlie sighed, moving to pull her out of the bed. Owen entered the room, bags in tow, and Margaux looked up at him excitedly.

“Papa! Are you sleeping here?” She questioned. Owen placed his bags in the corner before answering.

“I am Miss Maggie.” He said, and Margaux cheered.

“You don’t mind sleeping with Daddy?” Charlie checked, and Margaux shook her head, jumping up to throw her arms around Charlie’s neck.

“Nope! More cuddles!” She stated. Charlie laughed, picking her up.

“Exactly right. Now, it’s bath time.” He said, grabbing Margaux’s pyjamas as she clung to him.

“Bye Papa!” Margaux called as Charlie moved to leave the room. Owen waved.

“Bye Maggie!” He replied, matching her enthusiasm. Charlie couldn’t help but smile.

Margaux was so lucky to have someone like Owen in her life. They both were.

“Daddy! Wake up!” Margaux screamed, jumping on top of Charlie. He groaned, squinting as he looked up at his daughter.

“What time is it?” He mumbled. Owen sat up in his own bed, grabbing his phone to check the time.

“4:47am.” He informed Charlie, his voice thick with sleep. Charlie tried to ignore how sexy Owen’s morning voice was, instead focusing on his daughter.

“Mags it’s too early to be awake.” He told her. Margaux pouted, flopping down on top of him.

“Daddy, it’s my birthday!” She exclaimed. Charlie smiled, kissing her cheek.

“I know baby, happy birthday. Now can we sleep for a little bit?” He tried. Margaux thought for a moment.

“Only if Papa comes here too.” She decided.

Charlie’s eyes widened slightly, eyes fixed on Owen as the younger boy sleepily slid out of his bed with no hesitation, and into Charlie’s, snuggling into Charlie’s side the minute he laid down. Margaux squirmed her way under the covers, squishing herself in between the two of them.

Charlie shut his eyes in an attempt to get back to sleep, but it was no use. He opened his eyes again, staring up at the ceiling, as Margaux slept soundly next to him.

His mind was racing, noticing every single little place where Owen’s warm skin was in contact with his. It felt like he was on fire.

“Stop thinking.” Owen mumbled, and Charlie turned his head to see Owen staring at him, his eyes half shut with sleep.

“How did you know?” He questioned. Owen gave him a small smile.

“I always know. Whatever it is, just ignore it for now. Get some sleep, it’s gonna be a big day.” Owen whispered. Charlie paused for a moment, just staring at Owen in the dim light from Margaux’s nightlight. Even half asleep in the almost complete darkness of the room Owen still looked gorgeous. Charlie swallowed.

“You’re right. Thanks O.” He replied.

“Love you.” Owen yawned in response, his eyes shutting again. Charlie smiled softly, moving his hand to brush a bit of Owen’s hair off his face.

“I love you too Owen.” He replied, despite the fact that the younger boy was already asleep. He pressed a soft kiss to Owen’s head, and lowered his voice to no more than a whisper.

“More than I probably should.”

After what felt like no time at all Charlie was being shaken awake again.

“Daddy is it time to get up now?” Margaux questioned, sitting on his chest. Charlie yawned.

He reached over and checked his phone. It was just after 6:30am.

“Okay we can get up. But we’re gonna leave Papa to sleep a little bit more, okay?” Charlie compromised. Margaux thought for a moment before agreeing. Charlie grinned, sliding the both of them out of the bed careful not to wake Owen. Once they were out of the bed Charlie lifted Margaux up, placing her on his hip. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple.

“Now. Let’s go make some birthday pancakes.”

“Happy birthday Little Gillespie.” Jeremy sung, entering the kitchen with Carolynn close behind him.

Margaux grinned, her mouth full of pancake.

“Thank you!” She exclaimed, her words muffled by her food. Carolynn stepped past Jeremy, moving to place a gentle kiss on Margaux’s head and whisper to her. Margaux grinned before looking up at her father.

“Hey Daddy?” She spoke. Charlie made a noise in response.

“Yeah?” He said, flipping pancakes onto a plate for both Jeremy and Carolynn.

“Do you think the birthday fairy could found me here?” Margaux questioned, her eyes full of hope. Charlie couldn’t help but smile, not even bothering to correct her words, as he placed the pan down.

“Should we go find out?” He asked. Margaux’s eyes widened in excitement.

“Yeah! But first we have to get Papa.” She decided. Charlie nodded.

“You wanna go wake him up? Tell him we made him some pancakes?” He asked, and Margaux grinned, already sliding out of her chair.

“Okay Daddy!” She replied, before rushing out of the room. The room fell silent for a few moments before Carolynn cleared her throat.

“So Charlie...” She raised an eyebrow. “How long have you been in love with Owen?”

Charlie choked on his coffee.

“I’m sorry, what?” He spluttered. Carolynn grinned.

“You heard me.” She said. Charlie hesitated.

“I’m not-” He stopped. “I-”

He groaned. There was no use denying it if clearly he was obvious enough that his friends had figured him out.

“Since filming.” He admitted. Carolynn cheered.

“You owe me $20.” She told her husband, who glared at Charlie.

“You just had to admit it, huh?” Jeremy shook his head, and Charlie shrugged, a small smile on his face.

“Admit what?” Owen’s voice came from behind them, deep from sleep, and Charlie took a sip of his coffee to try to distract himself. Owen always looked good but in the early morning light, his hair still a mess from sleeping, he looked ethereal. Charlie bit his lip to stop himself from staring.

“Nothing important.” Carolynn replied, and Charlie shot her a thankful look.

“Can we see if the birthday fairy visited now?” Margaux sighed, clearly impatient. They all laughed.

“Of course baby.” Charlie told her, standing up. He grabbed the plate of pancakes he had made for Owen, handing them to the younger boy as he passed him.

Margaux lead the way to the living area where Kenny and Tori were already sat waiting, squealing with excitement when she saw the small pile of presents on the table.

“They came!” She exclaimed, and Charlie couldn’t help but smile, ruffling her hair affectionately.

Margaux settled down on the couch as everyone spread out around the room, and one by one she opened the presents, eyes widening with excitement at every single one.

Charlie had gotten her a few dolls that he knew she had been wanting, plus some new clothes, books and other toys.

Jeremy and Carolynn had gotten her a small paint set with a Frozen paint by numbers.

Kenny had gotten her a tiny version of the Sunset Curve shirt that the cast had all received.

Tori had gotten her a little lilac tutu.

Madi, Jadah and Savannah had sent their presents, some handmade earrings, little stud versions of the ghost drawings that Carolynn had created from Madi, a small pair of overalls from Savannah, and a colouring book from Jadah.

But her absolute favourite gift had come from Owen, a tan coloured bear from Build-A-Bear that he had dressed like Luke, and the clothes to change the bear into Reggie, Alex and Julie if she wanted to.

After hugs all round the group decided to go their own ways, with Kenny heading off to spend the day relaxing, and Tori, Jeremy and Carolynn going to the beach to sunbathe since Carolynn’s flight had been delayed.

“Where do you want to go today birthday girl?” Charlie asked, as he and Owen collected the pile of gifts to move them back to their room.

Margaux frowned in thought, the bear still grasped in her arms.

“Hiking.” She decided, and Charlie laughed. She was definitely his daughter.

“You sure? We can do whatever you want to do.” He checked. Margaux nodded, her attention focused on her new clothes that Charlie had placed on the bed to fold later.

“I’m sure.” She said, reaching for the Sunset Curve shirt and overalls. “Can I wear this?”

“Of course you can.” Charlie agreed.

“I’m gonna have a quick shower.” Owen said, grabbing some clothes out of his bag. Charlie nodded, focused on helping Margaux change out of her pyjamas into her new clothes.

“Do you think we can have some time tonight just you and me?” Charlie asked once Margaux was dressed, moving to grab her hairbrush and some hair ties.

“Yes please Daddy.” Margaux agreed, sitting on the edge of the bed as Charlie sat behind her.

“We could go get dinner just the two of us, and then come back here for birthday cake.” He suggested. Margaux frowned, clearly thinking.

“Is it chocolate cake?” She asked after a moment, and Charlie paused from brushing her hair to kiss the top of her head.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” He teased. Charlie finished tying her hair up into two little space buns, not quite proper buns but as close as he could get with her shortish hair.

“I hope it’s chocolate cake. I love chocolate cake.” She giggled, standing up on the bed and turning around to hug her father. Charlie wrapped his arms around her, a gesture that was so safe and familiar.

“Me too baby, me too.” He agreed. Margaux snuggled her head into his shoulder.

“Is Papa coming hiking?” She questioned. Charlie grinned to himself.

“Do you want him to come?” He asked. Margaux didn’t even hesitate.

“Yes.”

“Then I’m sure he’d love to come.” Charlie assured her. She pulled away. looking him in the eyes. Charlie had always loved that she had gotten his eyes.

“Do I ask him?” She said, eyes wide. Charlie struggled to contain a laugh at how serious she looked.

“When he comes back, yeah.” He nodded.

“When who comes back?” Owen asked, re-entering the room. Margaux jumped up, throwing herself at the 20 year old. He lifted her up with no hesitation.

“Are you gonna come hiking?” Margaux asked, her bottom lip jutting out in a pleading way.

“Of course I am. Wouldn’t want to miss spending time with my two favourite people.” Owen grinned, kissing her nose causing her to giggle. Charlie’s heart skipped a beat at the declaration that he was one of Owen’s favourite people.

“Yay! Can we go now?” Margaux turned in Owen’s arms to face her father. He nodded, standing up from the bed.

“Shoes, and then we can go.” He said, and Margaux squirmed her way out of Owen’s arms to go find her running shoes.

Charlie exchanged a look with Owen, the both of them thinking the same thing.

It was going to be a long day.

Hiking with a just turned four year old was exhausting, even despite them choosing the easiest possible trail so that she wouldn’t have any issues.

It was fine at first, Margaux excitedly looking at the plants and trying to spot any animals in the trees, but after about twenty minutes she got bored and tired, and Charlie and Owen spent the rest of the hike passing her back and forth between the two of them.

Finally they made it back to the villa, and after a quick stop for lunch Margaux was recharged and ready for the rest of the day.

“Can we swim?” She asked. Charlie nodded.

“We’ll go and get changed, and then we can go in the pool for a while until we have to get ready for dinner, okay?” He suggested.

“Okay Daddy.” Margaux smiled sweetly.

After quickly changing into their swimmers, Charlie, Margaux and Owen ended up in the pool, Jeremy and Carolynn lounging nearby.

They swam for a few hours until Margaux got thirsty, and with a promise of apple juice she and Charlie climbed out of the pool leaving Owen to go sit with the Shada’s.

Charlie walked inside the villa, finding Kenny sat at the kitchen bench reading while Tori lounged on one of the couches, staring at her phone.

“Why don’t we do cake now, so that you don’t have to worry about rushing home?” Kenny spoke up, as Charlie manoeuvred through the kitchen to get the apple juice out, Margaux clinging to his chest like a baby koala.

“That’s a good idea. Do you want to do your birthday cake now Mags?” Charlie asked his daughter, pouring her some apple juice. She sipped on the juice, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Yeah!” She exclaimed. Charlie smiled.

“Okay, can you go get Papa, Aunty Care and Uncle Jer for me?” He asked, placing her down. She nodded eagerly, handing her cup of juice to him before rushing outside to where Owen, Jeremy and Carolynn were still sat.

Charlie grabbed the cake out of the fridge and placed it on the bench, before putting the four candles in, and grabbing a lighter.

“Have you seen my camera Kenny?” He asked, and Kenny just pointed to the end of the bench where the camera was sitting. Charlie smiled gratefully, grabbing the camera.

“Want me to take photos?” Tori offered, and Charlie nodded, handing her the camera.

Margaux re-entered the room, Owen and the Shada’s following close behind her, and when she reached her father he lifted her up. Kenny took the lighter, lighting the candles on the cake and together they sung Happy Birthday to Margaux, Tori snapping photos as the four year old blew out her candles.

Charlie held Margaux close to him as Kenny divided the cake up, thankful that he had such an amazing family to spend his little girl’s birthday with.

When Charlie and Margaux made it back to the villa after their dinner that night, the newly four year old was ready to fall asleep. Charlie carried her to bed, silently thanking his past self for deciding to give her a bath and do her birthday cake before they went to dinner because now all he had to do was change her into her pyjamas.

He changed her quickly seeing that she was almost asleep, and tucked her into the bed.

“Did you have a good birthday baby?” Charlie asked softly, settling down next to his daughter.

Margaux just nodded in response.

“That’s good.” Charlie ran a hand through her curls. “Goodnight baby girl.”

“Big girl.” Margaux mumbled sleepily. Charlie smiled, leaning down and kissing her head.

“You might be a big girl now but you’ll always be my baby girl.” He whispered. “I love you.”

“I love you too Daddy.” Margaux replied, her eyes already shut and her arms wrapped tightly around her new bear. Charlie stood up slowly and headed to the door, leaving it open a crack for a little bit of light to shine in.

He paused for a moment, just taking in the reality that Margaux was already four years old, and that she was growing up too fast. With one last look at the door he made his way down the hallway and outside to where he knew Owen was waiting.

“She’s asleep.” He announced, flopping down on the outdoor sofa next to Owen.

“I’m not shocked, she’s had a big day.” Owen replied, handing Charlie a cold beer that he had clearly gotten for him. Charlie took it thankfully, taking a large swig.

“Can you believe that she’s four already? It feels like she was only just born and I was waking up to find out that her mother was gone and that it was only me and her. It was terrifying at the time, but looking back I wouldn’t change it for the world.” He rambled. Owen rested his head on Charlie’s shoulder and Charlie wrapped his arm around the younger boy, pulling him closer.

“You should be proud of yourself Char. You’ve done an amazing job.” Owen complimented, snuggling closer to Charlie as he took a mouthful of his beer.

“You think so?” Charlie questioned. Owen nodded against his shoulder.

“I know so.” He sat up. “Margaux is the most well behaved kid I’ve ever met, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her misbehave once in all the time I’ve known her. She’s an amazing kid and it’s all because she has the most amazing father.”

“Thank you.” Charlie whispered, suddenly realising how close Owen was to him. He could feel Owen’s warm breath on his lips, and he found himself leaning in, the urge to kiss Owen overtaking his entire being. His lips brushed against Owen’s ever so slightly, but before they could properly commit to the kiss they were interrupted.

“Hey, we’re gonna play...” Tori’s voice came and they jumped apart quickly. She trailed off, eyeing them carefully. “Were you two about to kiss?”

Charlie cleared his throat. Owen’s eyes widened.

“Uh... no?” Owen lied. Tori shot them a suspicious look but clearly decided against pushing.

“Right... well we’re gonna play Cards Against Humanity if you want to join us.” She told them, before turning and heading back inside. Neither Charlie nor Owen moved, the silence was deafening. Finally Owen spoke.

“Sorry.” He muttered quickly, before standing up and rushing inside. Charlie groaned, watching him leave, the feeling of Owen’s lips still lingering on his own.

“Fuck.” He sighed, downing the last of his beer before standing up to join the rest of the group inside.

He would have to deal with the Owen situation later.

#single dad!charlie #single dad!charlie x owen #charlie gillespie #owen joyner #owen patrick joyner #dad!charlie #chowen

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kitausuret · 3 years ago

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Inspired by that other ask about Dust to Dust, I thought I would let you know that I’m currently rereading all of it so I can get to the latest update!

Also I often find myself rereading your shorter fics. I can’t get enough of your portrayal! I think there are even still a couple of older ones that looked interesting and are waiting in my mess of a reading list. You are one of these authors that I trust enough to check a fic even when it’s tagged with something I’m not much into because there’s a chance I will still like it (am I thinking specifically of that one with that has mentions of foot fetish that you talked about here another day? Probably).

Anyway, thank you for sharing your writing and for your dedication to Dust to Dust. I’m looking forward to getting to the newest chapter!

Oh hey thank you!! 💕💕 Yeah DTD is really my only monster; I think if I tried to do more than one longfic project at a time I would probably go out of my mind lol. I'm so glad to hear you're working your way through it, I know it's a slow burn lmao but there's just so much I want to have in it! If I had less scenes with the supporting cast it would probably be half its current size but also I'm obsessed with the supporting cast so, here we are haha.

And there's really no greater compliment to me than to hear that you trust me enough to read even things that you might not normally? I do try to tag so that if there's something that's really a nope it can be avoided but otherwise, I do love to hear when people take a chance on me. I talk about Put Your Best Foot Forward more than I probably should but I was just really pleased with it. I love exploring the uhh... logistics, I guess? Of Eddie and Flash's arrangement so. Lmao. Also Flash dealing with the reality of his situation (and having to have some very frank conversations with Eddie about it!) is something I'm looking forward to exploring in even further detail as I continue DTD. 💖

#asked and answered #kita talks writing #the funny thing is i was originally gonna skip that day of kinktober #I'm so glad i didn't

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thinkingisadangerouspastime · 4 years ago

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So, this may sound weird, since I don't ship ZK, but I think the reason some dislike EIP is because they realize it was the first part of a busted enemies-to-lovers arc. EIP was part one, where Zuko and Katara see how others see them, and it weirds them out. Yet, Zuko insisted on sitting next to Katara and Katara pushes Aang away, suggesting there might be something there that they don't want to acknowledge. (1/3)

The first part of the finale was Part 2, where June reiterates the "Hey you're with your gf again!" Zuko and Katara deny it, but there likely should have been an undercurrent of 'Why do people think we're together? Do we act like it? Should we be? S/he is kind of cute.' During this time, Zuko defers to Katara and despite Toph likely being more helpful, asks Katara to be the one to take down Azula with him. (2/3)

Last part of the finale should have been the money shot, Zuko taking lightning for Katara, and in a parallel to CoD, Katara healing him. Dante Basco is right in that there probably should have been a kiss at that moment and the end scene of the gang at the Jasmine Dragon with Zuko and Katara shyly proclaiming their interest in each other. (3/4, sorry I have one more)

Again, ZK is not my ship, but EIP seemed to set up a ZK endgame that jumped the tracks at the end. By all the "rules" of a good narrative, Zuko and Katara should have ended up together, otherwise EIP should never have been countenanced or storyboarded. Full disclosure that I'm not a huge Kataang fan either, but Kataang was done a disservice by having EIP exist. It either should not have ever gotten written, or the ZK enemies-to-lovers arc should have been concluded. (end)

Disclaimer: I don’t care if someone ships Zvtara. Never have, never will. If the takeaway you (the general you, not anon specifically lol) get from this post is that Zvtara is “bad,” then I’m going to assume you didn’t actually read anything I wrote, because that is the farthest thing from my point here. Also, this post is strictly my personal response to these asks. I don’t expect everyone to read this and be like “YEAH” lmao. I am sure some people have different opinions, and that is a-okay!

In short, I think we will have to agree to disagree, anon.

Do some people consider EIP the beginning of a busted enemies-to-lovers arc? Of course they do, they’re “rabid zkers” who wear Zvtara shipping goggles 24/7 lmao. EIP couldn’t have been the beginning of an E-L arc because such an arc was never in the cards for them in the first place! Katara forgave Zuko in the previous episode. Trying to cram a romantic relationship into five episodes after months of hatred between Zuko and Katara would have been awful writing (and thus probably would have been a decision mercilessly criticized until the end of time, lmao). So it’s honestly better that Zvtara gets to spread its wings in fanon instead (much less pressure)! Also, realistically speaking, Katara and Zuko probably still had so many issues to work through in their friendship. Like yes, she forgave him and recognized he was trying to do better, but that doesn’t erase what Zuko has done to her and her friends. There is still plenty of forward progress they need to make before romance can even be considered between them. If that makes sense?

Also, let’s be real: EIP and bit with June afterwards were 100% ship bait. Just an attempt to add to the “drama” of who Katara would end up. A technique only effective while it was airing, for the record, because if you watch the show straight through, it becomes glaringly obvious that Zuko and Katara’s relationship - while gorgeous - was always meant to stay strictly platonic within the canon timeline.

Anyways. I’ll try to break down your ask one piece at a time!

“Zuko and Katara see how others see them, and it weirds them out”

Yes, they are definitely weirded out! The transcript says, “Zuko and Katara inch away from each other, slightly uncomfortable.” Which is just a longer way of describing that they were weirded out by the depiction of their relationship in EIP, lol. However, the play is not how others see them. The play is the Fire Nation’s imperialist propaganda, meant to demean the entire Gaang. I talk about in specifics how the entire Gaang is belittled here, but this is the key stuff I noted about Zuko and Katara:

it’s important to situate that and more importantly situate eip zuko and katara’s relationship within the context of the show. the fire nation is an imperialist country. the southern water tribe has suffered heavily beneath them. we know from “the headband” that fire nation individuals are fed pro-imperialistic propaganda from birth; that combined with zuko and azula’s degrading comment of “peasant” towards katara demonstrate very clearly how the fire nation views every other nation - put simply, they are superior and everyone else is inferior. that attitude is therefore reflected in the eip play:

- katara, an indigenous woman, is highly sexualized and portrayed as overly dramatic and tearful, because the fire nation objectifies women not of their own people and views them as less intelligent and less emotionally stable

- she is thus paired as having a “romance” with zuko in eip because naturally, via fire nation logic, zuko would be able to “score” an “easy” woman of one of the water tribes

- furthermore, the eip “romance” between zuko and katara emphasizes zuko’s position as a traitor to the fire nation; the implication is that as a traitor, he’d only be able to achieve a relationship with a “lesser” woman, e.g. a woman not of the fire nation

That is not how other people truly view Zuko and Katara’s relationship. That is how the Fire Nation depicts their relationship in order to degrade and dehumanize Zuko and Katara. To misinterpret that as “evidence” that Zuko and Katara should have been together romantically is… disturbing, in my opinion. (I really try to stay far away from zkers who use EIP as “proof” of supposed Zvtara interest in each other like honey that is imperialist propaganda please don’t 😭).

If you want to talk about how other people actually view Zuko and Katara’s relationship, look at the Gaang, who were around them most of all! They never tease the possibility of romance between their friends. Why? Because within canon, there wasn’t one. Simple!

“Zuko insisted on sitting next to Katara”

Nope! This is all the transcript says: “Zuko [Removing his hood.] Just sit next to me. What’s the big deal?” He doesn’t even mention Katara! Zuko is literally just like I’m already sitting. Why do I need to move? lmfao. It’s no thoughts head empty for our favorite firebender 😂

“Katara pushes Aang away”

I’m assuming this about the kiss, which I’m going to make a post about in the future because I am TIRED of the tomfoolery. Anyways, I’ll keep this brief - yes, she does push him away. She does not deny that she likes him. For Katara, the issue is the timing: “This isn’t the right time.” Both Katara and Aang know they like each other, plain and simple (which is why Aang doesn’t ask if he returns her feelings - he asks if they’d be together, because he knows their feelings are mutual). Katara pushes Aang away because, as she says, they’re in the middle of a war. She’s already seen Aang die once. He might die again. She doesn’t want that, of course, but it’s a reality Katara is forced to consider.

Anyways, her decision has nothing to do with Zuko. Lol.

“June reiterates the ‘Hey you’re with your gf again!’ Zuko and Katara deny it, but there likely should have been an undercurrent of ‘Why do people think we're together? Do we act like it? Should we be? S/he is kind of cute.’”

June’s assumption - especially because it is a repeat of a gag from earlier in the series, when it is incredibly concerning to assume a Fire Nation citizen would be with someone of the Water Tribes because of the war and its consequences - is comic relief. Not even good comic relief, lmao, because of the horrific implications I just mentioned that come with it, but it’s supposed to be comedy. There was no need of any “Zvtara” undercurrents there because a) Katara and Zuko had never expressed romantic interest in each other in the past, b) it wouldn’t track with the show’s narrative of Katara as Zuko’s surrogate sibling because of her position as Azula’s primary foil, and c) it just doesn’t make sense in general. Katara likes Aang. Zuko likes Mai. There was never a love triangle there, plain and simple. Fandom invented it.

And again, if you want to talk about how people actually see Zuko and Katara, don’t look at June, who has never had a proper conversation with either of them. As I said, the Gaang is a much better example, since they’re with the two 24/7. If they never tease Zuko and Katara about romance, why should we trust this random lady who doesn’t even know them?

“During this time, Zuko defers to Katara and despite Toph likely being more helpful, asks Katara to be the one to take down Azula with him.”

As I mentioned, Katara is Azula’s primary foil, so from a literary perspective she absolutely needed to be the one to take her down. Zuko needed to face Azula, but taking her down - again, from a literary pov - was always meant to be the end of Katara’s journey (she was the only person besides Aang who was ever a match for Azula, after all, as we see in CoD). Also, how would Toph be more helpful?? Not saying you’re wrong, btw, I just don’t understand what you mean. If I was Zuko, I also would have brought the waterbender that I’d already witnessed almost take down my sister already 😂. But even if Toph would have been more helpful, sometimes practicality must be sacrificed for a fulfilling narrative arc, lol!

“Last part of the finale should have been the money shot, Zuko taking lightning for Katara, and in a parallel to CoD, Katara healing him.”

Honestly, anon, this part of your ask baffles me 😂 I totally understand why rabid zkers might make this argument, but taking into account the rest of the show… It just doesn’t make sense? It’s been talked about a hundred times, but Zuko taking lightning out of romantic interest would ruin his redemption arc, regardless of if it was Katara or Aang or Sokka or anyone in the Gaang that he was taking it for, so that should be the end of discussion, full stop. I’ve talked about this issue here and here before, and someone else does a great job breaking it down in this post, too. But seriously. Zuko having romantic interest for anyone in the Gaang would ruin!! His!! Entire!! Arc!! I hate when people don’t understand that 😭 Zuko had to learn selflessness, to learn how to put others before himself, and to unlearn the imperialist rhetoric he’d been indoctrinated with from birth. Romantic interest during canon for Katara, Sokka, Aang, whomever, I don’t care, completely disregards all of his growth of breaking away from the Fire Nation. Plain and simple.

“Dante Basco is right in that there probably should have been a kiss at that moment and the end scene of the gang at the Jasmine Dragon with Zuko and Katara shyly proclaiming their interest in each other.”

I learned in a discord I’m in that Dante Basco apparently hadn’t seen the whole show until this year lmao. He didn’t know what energybending was nor did he know A:TLA ended with a Kataang kiss. Take that with a grain of salt, of course (you can watch the livestream this is revealed in here, and it was also mentioned in the recent StageIt A:TLA reunion), but I think it’s safe to conclude Dante Basco can be treated like any other Zvtara shipper. He likes the ship, which is totally cool, but he is not one of the writers, so his opinion meant naught in constructing the canon narrative.

ANYWAYS. My point is why would Zuko and Katara proclaim interest in each other if such interest would have to be crammed into five measly episodes?? Especially when four of those episodes were the finale?? That is awful writing, of course the A:TLA writers wouldn’t do that, lmao! They’d built up Kataang and Maiko already. Why scrap it and needlessly rush a romance from an excellent - and, important to note, a newly established - platonic bond? Nah.

“EIP seemed to set up a ZK endgame that jumped the tracks at the end. By all the ‘rules’ of a good narrative, Zuko and Katara should have ended up together”

Nope. Idk what rules people have been teaching you, anon, but they were lying!! You deserve better than people who would lie to you like that 😤. But yeah, narratively speaking, Katara and Zuko getting together would have made no sense. It would have undermined Zuko’s and Katara’s arcs, it would have completely disregarded Katara’s established feelings for Aang and Zuko’s for Mai, and again, it would have been totally rushed. Who wants that?? Normal people don’t, lmao. This might be hard to believe considering I occasionally rag about BNF zkers, but I actually have several friends who are Zvtara shippers! They agree that canon Zvtara would have made no sense, and that it’s better to play out a potential Zvtara dynamic in post-A:TLA fanon. I swear, it is only the rabid shippers who think Zvtara should have been canon, and trust me when I say no one should want to associate with them, lmao.

(And again, as I touched upon earlier, Zuko and Katara’s canon narrative relationship was surrogate siblings because of Katara’s position as Azula’s primary foil. The show wrapped their arc up perfectly! With a lovely bow and all. So no complaints from me!)

“otherwise EIP should never have been countenanced or storyboarded. Full disclosure that I’m not a huge Kataang fan either, but Kataang was done a disservice by having EIP exist”

What EIP did right:

- accurate (and horrifying) depiction of pro-imperialist propaganda

- recap of previous seasons

- a lesson on consent (Aang kisses Katara, it is depicted as wrong, and Aang reacts appropriately by admonishing himself and by giving Katara space afterwards. like, people call Aang an incel/entitled/whatever, BUT HE HAD THE PERFECT REACTION?? he literally backed off and never pressured her again. i would have killed for the guy who kept getting in my personal space during my junior year to have backed off when i told him to. spoiler alert: he didn’t)

- hit some good humor beats

What EIP did poorly:

- honestly it’s not very interesting just based on watching it (deconstructing it as propaganda gives it better depth), but that’s to be expected from filler

- stupid shipping drama

- not having an additional conversation/explicit apology between Aang and Katara

HOWEVER. This final point is actually very subjective. For one, A:TLA has a clear trend of not showing apologies on screen. Ex.: Katara doesn’t apologize to Sokka for what she said about their mother, Zuko doesn’t apologize for anything he did to the Gaang, Song, or really anyone (closest we get is “Hello, Zuko here” lmao), Ty Lee and Mai don’t apologize for putting the Kyoshi warriors in jail, etc. etc. So while an explicit apology would have been great, the lack of one admittedly tracks with the show’s pre-established standards. And two, while I of course would love a conversation between Aang and Katara (that’s literally MORE KATAANG. why would I refuse 😂), it isn’t… necessary, to be frank. Aang’s mistake is treated as such - kissing Katara was wrong and he should never have done that. Like I said, Aang acknowledges this error and gives Katara space afterwards. Thus, it is Katara who chooses to be with him when the war is over. She respects the time he gave her to come to a conclusion, and the choice she makes is that she loves him despite his poorly-timed kiss (I mean, she forgave Zuko for being complicit in Aang’s death. Katara is clearly a very forgiving person!). So like,, it gets to a point where if someone doesn’t recognize that, they’re probably the kind of weirdo who labels anything they don’t understand in a story as a plothole, lmao.

All of this is to say that EIP wasn’t a disservice to Kataang. It certainly could have been better, of course, and the kiss was obviously only put in to hype up drama (“will they, won’t they” blah blah blah), but overall it handled consent well for a kid’s show.

“It either should not have ever gotten written, or the ZK enemies-to-lovers arc should have been concluded.”

On the whole, EIP is absolutely an unnecessary episode, yeah. It was just a recap before the finale. The only important thing is its accurate depiction of pro-imperialist propaganda, but most people’s minds don’t immediately go to that, I’ll admit lmao 😂. And as I’ve already said, there was no Zvtara E-L arc - fandom completely made that up. Which is totally fine! That’s the point of transformative works. But they are still fanon. Plain and simple.

TL;DR - Zvtara was never in the cards for A:TLA. I wish rabid zkers would stop pretending it was and have fun in the sandbox like the rest of us 😭

And for the record, anon, you absolutely, 100% do not have to be convinced by any of this! It’s just my own, personal thoughts on the whole dealio. No worries either way!! 💛

#emphasis on my use of rabid zker. if you know you don't fall into that category then it's obviously not about you lol #(general you. not anon specifically)#amy answers #anon #amy analyzes

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thegarchives · 4 years ago

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What about Marcus being overprotective w reader because she got an injury?

hi, sorry this took so long! my brain went “LOL NOPE” at the prospect of writing at the most inconvenient time. and this is probably less fluff than what you had in mind. sorry.

warnings: swearing, injury (broken bone, not discussed in detail), brief mention of sex

pairing: gender-neutral reader/marcus pike

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“marcus, i love you, but if you don’t get out of this bathroom right now, i swear to god i’ll kick your ass all the way back to the west coast.”

he held up his hands in surrender and started backing up. “i’m going, i’m going,” he said placatingly. reaching to shut the door, he paused, his puppy-dog eyes quickly glancing from your brand-new cast and sling to catch your gaze. “but if you need anything…”

“you’ll be right down the hall,” you finished for him. you put your good hand out and cupped his face for a second, to show your appreciation, because you knew this man would do absolutely anything for you if you asked. then, to show you meant business, your hand dropped to push at his chest, shoving him back from the door and shutting it in his face.

okay, maybe that was petty. but you were exhausted. you’d been at the hospital for hours getting your (first-ever) broken arm looked at, after you’d slipped taking the trash out that morning. it was nearly nightfall now. marcus- sweet, blessed marcus- had spent the entire day at the hospital with you, but now that you were home he’d continued to hover over you like you were on death’s door, and you just wanted some damn privacy to shower. getting out of your clothes and removing your sling wasn’t a two-person job, no matter what kind of puppy-dog eyes marcus threw at you. you could totally manage with one working arm.

fifteen minutes and an abundance of profanity later, you were trying not to cry in front of the bathroom mirror. why did it have to be your dominant arm in a sling? you’d tried to loosen it, but had accidentally tightened it instead, and then the strap had gotten twisted, and now you were stuck, in a stupid cast in a stupid sling in your stupid bathroom.

but there was nothing for it. with your weak hand you opened the door of the bathroom, just a crack. the tv was on, the volume down low. you took a breath and swallowed what little pride you had left in you.

“babe?” you called plaintively. whatever was on tv was quickly muted, and soft footfalls on the carpet told you marcus was on his way. when he rounded the corner, you noticed he’d taken the time to change into more comfortable clothes, a soft grey shirt with paint stains and a pair of flannel sleep pants you’d bought him for the holidays last year. they were clothes you loved on him especially.

“did you call me?” he asked gently. you nodded, opening the door a little wider. a fresh wave of frustration hit you, and your throat tightened. fuck. you were not crying in front of your boyfriend. you lifted your arm in your twisted sling as much as you could manage so he could see, and let that one little word you absolutely hated slip out.

“help.”

you expected a knowing chuckle, maybe an “i-told-you-so”. but marcus said nothing, just stepped into the bathroom and stood behind you, his artist’s hands working on freeing you from the sling. he didn’t say anything when you sniffled and roughly wiped an escaping tear off your face.

the sling was off in barely a minute, set next to the sink. marcus caught your gaze in the mirror.

“do you want me to stay?”

you nodded. you were too tired and out-of-sorts to stay stubborn.

marcus gave your uninjured hand a squeeze. his knees cracked a little as he sat at the edge of the bathtub and turned the water on. you wanted to protest, but the doctor had been adamant about your cast staying dry, so you supposed this made more sense than a shower. the last time marcus had run a bath for you, he’d joined you, your back resting against his broad chest as his hands stroked your thighs underwater; you remembered the way his name had echoed off the bath tile when those hands made you come again and again.

this moment, here and now, was decidedly un-sexy as you stripped for him. there was no lust in his dark brown eyes when he looked at you, his gaze lingering on a fresh bruise on your hip from where you hit the pavement. one of his hands went to the back of your knee, gently urging you forward, until he could press his lips to the mark, so softly you thought you imagined the touch. something in your stomach flipped. you tried pushing his head away from your middle.

“marcus,” you protested, your voice strangled. “i’m gross.”

he hummed noncommittally, shifting to press a kiss near your bellybutton. he looked up, murmured your name until you met his gaze.

“let me take care of you.”

taglist:

@alwaysbethewest @giselatropicana @littlevodika @theocatkov @kingpascals @yespolkadotkitty if i missed you i am so sorry, please make sure you’re on my taglist

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painted-crow · 4 years ago

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How do you write stuff (like novels) as a Bird secondary? Do you do a detailed outline and plan it all out?

My Rapid-Fire Bird, plotting novels with very loose outlines?

(It's more likely than you think)

Personally? Nope. You can, and it would be a very Birdsec thing to do, but I usually don’t. I have one (1) novel where I did a detailed outline, and it didn't start that way--the outline came into being because I was trying to rework/fix the novel.

The novels I wrote as a teenager? Almost all seat-of-the-pants writing (and it shows). I can work like that for a while before the plot stops making sense, tbh.

In fact, it's often easier to come up with an outline after I've gotten to know the characters and the world a little bit, and this is something I've heard from other writers too. Nobody keeps the first chapter they write of their novel anyway, that almost always gets thrown out wholesale and rewritten.

My one giant outline

The hacker novel I have on the back burner is the only one where I've done what you'd call a detailed outline, but like I said, I didn't start by writing the outline.

I wrote 4 or 5 versions of the first 20Kish words of that book (and some random scenes from other places) by pantsing them, which is inadvisable--it's actually a common beginner trap to just keep rewriting your first act--but I almost couldn't avoid it because I was making these attempts with huge time gaps between them, I kept coming back to the story in between doing other things (university, mostly).

But there was also something in the structure of the novel itself that was keeping me from moving forward.

Finally, I decided I was thoroughly stuck. I merged two major characters, split up the cast (turns out it's incredibly difficult to write an ensemble cast if they're all in the same place for very long), retooled the conflict some, and wrote a 10,000 word outline detailing what happens in each scene and breaking it all up in Scrivener into individual files. This seemed like the only way to have a chance at taming a novel with 9 major characters and about 5 major plot threads, most of which happen simultaneously.

Honestly, *having written* that outline is helpful, but when I once again take it off the back burner and start fiddling with it again, I don't think I'll necessarily follow my scene list. I did actually write a good chunk to the outline, but I ended up half-writing and then cutting a lot of the scenes it called for, because it made more sense for those things to happen offscreen. I also found myself expanding some of the other scenes because they were interesting or going in different directions than I expected.

I don't think I like using long outlines like this, though. It feels a bit like I've already written that book, and honestly the whole thing is a little too complicated for my liking. (Maybe this is part of why I steered into writing middle grade for my two newer projects.)

My usual outlines

The two middle grade novels I'm working on more recently both have outlines, but they're nowhere near as long. There's nothing super fancy about them either; no spreadsheet, character profiles, maps, whatever people do--for either of them.

Their outlines live in my phone's notes app, or in one Scrivener file, and they're just descriptions of the plot, as I'd describe it to someone else. If they happen to fit neatly into some structure I've learned about or whatever, I'll note that, but I don’t structure the plot around those things.

I don't always start with a complete outline, and sometimes the outline I have gets thrown away because it's not working. The first of the two novels actually started with a vague description of what I thought would be the story arc (which turned out to be only enough material for the first act) and then... nothing. I got stuck and set it aside for a while. I do have a better outline for it now, but sometimes this happens--the story won't tell you what it's about until you're partway through writing it, and sometimes you have to be patient, or try a direction and throw it away if it isn't working.

The other novel, unusually for me, actually started with an outline! It came to me in one solid piece at 4am. I got halfway through writing the actual book in February, before burning Birdsec again at the start of March, and it actually stuck to the outline as laid out (so far).

There *is* an inverse correlation between the complexity of a story and its ability to stick to an outline, lol. The more characters and plot threads you have, and the more complex your worldbuilding is, the less likely it is that your outline can pin down all those nodes very well. It's like trying to use a GPS on stacked highways: weird stuff happens.

Tools and software

In case anyone's curious:

I love Scrivener (and wish it worked on Linux) because it's basically like tabbed browsing for text documents. It autosaves reliably, doesn't try to force you to use a specific file structure, and you can even import and open pdfs and stuff in it (useful if you're using ebooks as reference material).

I bought a fancy WorldAnvil subscription when it was on sale, hoping it could replace Scrivener on Linux, and it does not. The interface is confusing (it's got a bunch of instructional videos but I have limited patience), and its "Scrivener-like" text editor is still in beta and quite slow/buggy/clunky.

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hopeintheashes · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Questions

@ashavahishta tagged "anyone who wants to play," so here we are!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

27 (several of which are collections of shorter fics that could stand alone, but it made sense to group them instead)

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

132,178 so far!

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

AO3 says seven: 9-1-1, Supernatural, Criminal Minds, White Collar/Suits (that one's a crossover), MCU, and Teen Wolf. Elsewhere, I've written for another... *counts* at least six or seven? So let's round up to fifteen. :-)

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#1: Warmth #2: Hazards #3: not like it hurts much anyway #4: They Don't Love You Like I Love You #5: Home (Show Me Where the Light Is)

That's not the list I was expecting! Clearly I never look at my statistics page, lol.

5) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

not like it hurts much anyway and Enough have similarly angsty endings but Enough has less of a path forward so I think it wins.

Second Hand is up there, too, actually, but that's because it's set at a super angsty point in canon, so I don't know how that fits in.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Show Me Where the Light Is will probably win in the end (oh god, is it dangerous to say that before I finish writing it?) in terms of big picture happiness. The "kissing the other’s brow" touch prompt fill (tumblr//AO3) is the only thing I can think of that is all fluff and zero angst. (I think of Sea Otters and Bumblebees as having a little bit of angst just because the source material is SO angsty it's impossible not to, but that's extremely fluffy, too.)

7) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

So far, only one: Stay (White Collar/Suits). Same network, same city, same timeframe; seemed logical to me! (Also the primary pairings for both of those shows are not things I would write, so I had to get creative!)

8) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Not very often. The most explicit stuff I've ever written is in Stay. There's a little bit at the end of shook the best when your love was home, too. So far, I've never set out to write it, but if it fits the story, I'm not opposed.

9) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

On LJ I always did. When I made the leap to AO3 I couldn't figure out what the culture/expectations around that was, so I didn't. When I started writing for 9-1-1, I replied to everything. When that started getting stressful, I gave myself permission to pick and choose. Comments that mention something the person liked/related to/has thoughts about will almost certainly get a reply; the short and sweet ones where the only possible answer is "thanks!" are sometimes replied to and sometimes not, especially if the same person is going through and commenting on a lot of chapters/fics in a row (which I LOVE and appreciate very much, but I don't feel like either of us is missing out if that person gets one thank you rather than a full dozen). There's also a category of comments where I'm like... how were you hoping I would respond to this? And so I don't.

10) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not as such, no, but people have expressed their feelings about my fics, especially the ones that that have tragic or unresolved endings, in very strong terms and I'm... not sure how they mean it, sometimes? Like, are the yelling at me in a hyperbolic internet way, or are they actually yelling at me? I don't really know how to deal with that. Also, there's a constant tension between my desire for people to experience my writing like they would a book, which means not spoiling plot points, and the ever-changing conventions about what is expected to get tagged. I'm trying to figure it all out while also accepting that there is absolutely no way to make everyone happy.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge?

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but if/when I finally write that "Buck with stress fevers" series, @renecdote is absolutely getting credit for co-creating the ideas. :-)

14) What’s your all time favorite ship?

I don't think I have one! It just depends on what I'm into at the moment. With a small number of exceptions, shipping really isn't what draws me to a show, or what keeps me in the fandom once I'm there.

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

So far, everything is still officially in progress!

16) What are your writing strengths?

Um... let's go with emotions and imagery.

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

I don't usually feel the need to research or rewatch before writing, so my writing is often handwavey in a way that I'm sure drives some people up the wall. I also have no patience once I have a full draft of something, so there are always typos to be fixed after I post. Also, I just keep writing variations of the same thing, but so far people don't seem to mind.

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

*glances at the discourse tag* *nopes the fuck out of this question*

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

And showed that writing to anyone else? Supernatural.

20) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I know I always say Maps but I'll switch it up this time... Can I say the entirety of Home? (Warmth-Hazards-Show Me Where the Light Is.) It just makes me really happy. :-) Also, I genuinely like the complexity (in the "no easy answers" sense) of not like it hurts much anyway. I tend to talk myself out of writing that kind of stuff because of the whole getting yelled at thing but maybe I shouldn't? I don't know.

these are fun but also super time-intensive; god, I hope people actually read them...

Tagging: @buckupbuttercup, @renecdote, @fleurdebeton, @dancer-me (look, I'm actually going out on a limb and tagging new people! hi!), and @ anyone who wants to; no, seriously, I mean YOU!

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onyxiana-is-obsessed · 5 years ago

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hey! i hope it’s ok if i send a request here! (also, my english it’s not the best sorry TT). could you do a fem reader x bakugou where she’s like sUper powerful and competitive, so they’re always fighting for who’s the best lol. she also loves to annoy him for fun bc it’s funny when he’s angry lol. and then one day baku realizes “i? like?? her??? lol nah, impossible.” but then his friends notice that he’s been less competitive around her and annoy him until he asks her out. love your writing! xx

Hello! This was a pretty cute request and I had fun writing it! I hope you liked it! Normally I wouldn’t choose your quirk for you, but I ended up doing it here. I don’t have an instance where you use it, so you can change it to whatever you like. I’ve also decided to try titling these things so my master list doesn’t look bland. So far, I hate where it’s sitting. Pronouns used: She/her Length: 1.5k

Full Name: (y/f/n) Quirk: Soul Barrage; the user has the ability to create powerful shields/barriers that when destroyed, deal damage to enemies. The user can also turn their soul energy into powerful beams of destructive energy. Age: 16

Attraction

Katsuki Bakugou thought he hated (y/f/n). She was annoying, she always messed with him, and not to mention they constantly fought each other. Though he wouldn’t admit it, her powerful quirk schooled him almost every other time.

Katsuki knew he was the best and (f/n) wasn’t going to prove him wrong. He came to UA to become the best hero, to become number 1. She wasn’t gonna get in his way, no matter how impressive that stupid quirk of hers was.

“Hey, Kacchan!” (f/n) giggled as she ran up behind Bakugou. He felt the fury build up as his face turned red from anger but he kept walking.

“Stop calling me that!” She really likes to push his buttons and he learned that early on. Because of her powerful defense quirk, she wasn’t very scared of him.

(f/n)’s quirk was called Soul Barrage. It let her turn her own soul energy into powerful protective barriers, which also had the capability of exploding and causing damage to the enemy. That wasn’t all, however. (f/n) also had the ability to turn that same energy into light beams from her hands which allowed her to destroy anything nearby. The destruction heavily depended on the amount of energy she put in.

(f/n) had the perfect counter to Katsuki’s quirk and she wasn’t afraid to show it. (f/n)’s barriers were powerful and could withstand quite a bit of abuse, which with effort, Katsuki could destroy. But if he did manage to shatter the shield, its destruction was followed by an explosion. Something Katsuki couldn’t counter.

“Or what Kacchan?” She asked, making him growl and turn around. Katsuki’s hand was aimed at (f/n)’s face and he let loose an explosion. (f/n) flinched but her barrier was up immediately, causing her no damage. After a moment, she burst into laughter infuriating the blonde even more.

However, Katsuki opted to shove his hands in his pockets and walk away. (f/n) did all of this to get a reaction out of him and he always gave her one. That frustrated him even more! Maybe if her stupid eyes weren’t so beautiful, he wouldn’t want them to look at him even more.

What?

Katsuki came to a halt in front of his classroom door as he tried to process his own thoughts. Did… did he just think that (f/n)’s eyes were… beautiful?

No.

Hell no. Over his dead body would he think her stupid eyes were beautiful. Nope.

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“Hey, Kacchan?” Katsuki rolled his eyes at the familiar female voice behind him. He didn’t even bother answering her and kept walking towards the cafeteria when she called out again. “Kacchan? Come on, Suki! I’m trying to talk to you!”

“What?!” He asked, abruptly turning around and glaring at the girl behind him. She sighed and crossed her arms.

“Let’s fight.”

“What?”

“Did I stutter? I said let’s fight. Spar with me.”

“I don’t have time for you shit, dumbass.” This time, (f/n) rolled her eyes as she followed him.

“I’m not messing around, I’m serious. Fight me.” She went on a little tangent but Katsuki just drowned her out as he kept walking, refusing to give her any attention. Her angelic voice was pretty hard to ignore though.

Woah.

Katsuki came to a halt and his eyes widened. Again? What the hell was wrong with him?! With a loud growl, Katsuki turned around and flared at (f/n).

“For once in your life can you be anything but a nuisance?!” He could tell that hurt a little, but that expression quickly disappeared and (f/n) shrugged, walking off.

For the rest of the day, all Katsuki could think about was how… not ugly (f/n) looked that day. She… her hair looked… decent. It was annoying and he wanted to stop! She wasn’t that special! She wasn’t anything. She was just another stepping stone on his way to being the number one hero.

“Hey, Kacchan! You’re staring again.” Katsuki’s eyes widened as he looked over to Kaminari, who had a huge smile on his face. He blinked and realized he’d been staring at (f/n) this entire time!

“No, I wasn’t Pikachu!” He grumbled, his eyes looking down at his food. No, he wasn’t, he was looking behind her! Why would he want to look at her?!

“You like her don’t you?” Kaminari teased, making Katsuki glare at him.

“No, I don’t, dumbass!”

“You sure? You stare at her a lot and you’re not as competitive with her. You let her get away with quite a bit of stuff.” Kirishima commented, taking a sip from his drink.

“You like her! You like her! You like her!” Kaminari and Mina chanted, making Katsuki growl.

“I do not!” However, for the rest of the day, Katsuki wasn’t able to get their words out of his head. Could… he like her? Was that a possibility? He didn’t like people in general, so why would be romantically interested in some stupid girl? These dumb thoughts were even more annoying than her.

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“Hey, Kacchan!” Katsuki immediately grumbled at the voice as (f/n) ran up to him and clung to his arm. He tried to pry it out of her grasp, but she held on tightly. “So! About that sparring match of yours! We should do it this weekend! I was thi-”

“NO!” He yelled as he shoved her off and glared at her. “I don’t want to spar with you. Now leave me alone.” Of course, she didn’t and followed after him as he walked towards his class.

“Why not?”

“I don’t have time.” That was a lie, but the less time he spent around her, the better.

“Oh come on, you always have time to fight someone! Hell, you made time to fight Izu that one night!”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Hey, answer me! What’s been up with you lately? You’ve been so weird!”

“Go away, idiot!”

“I’m just trying to ask-” Katsuki abruptly stopped and glared at her, a type of glare that even she hadn’t seen before.

“No.” With that, he walked away leaving (f/n) standing in the halls, confused and a little unnerved.

***

“Just ask her out!” Kirishima exclaimed for the umpteenth time as Katsuki still denied his attraction towards (f/n). All of his friends knew and they were desperately trying to get him to ask her out. It was like pulling teeth with him! It was painfully obvious that Katsuki had a crush on (f/n), but he refused to do anything about it. All because of his dumb pride.

“I don’t like her!”

“Yes, you do!” Sero argued, his own frustrations getting to him. “You like her and it’s ok! Just ask her out!” They had been going at this for almost an hour now and they weren’t the only ones getting frustrated.

“Fine! Fine! I’ll ask her out! Now shut up and leave me alone about it!” Mina, Sero, Kaminari, and Kirishima sighed in relief, falling onto their backs on the ground. Katsuki rolled his eyes at their antics and mentally prepared himself for rejection.

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(f/n) was sitting in her room, doing her homework when she heard loud banging on her door. She jumped at the loud sound invading the silence of her room and quickly stood up. Opening her door, she saw her favorite blond waiting outside.

“Hey, Kacchan!” She greeted him with a bright smile, which he tried to ignore. She looked pretty damn cute in that outfit of hers. His eyes slowly slid down her body as he took in her form. They trailed back up, to meet her curious eyes which widened as she realized what he’d done. A blush appeared on her cheeks which almost made him smirk.

“Go out with me.” He said, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me. Go out with me.” Was… that a request? Seemed more like a demand.

“I-I um… wh-what?” It was clear that (f/n) wasn’t grasping the concept here and it made Katsuki sigh in frustration. He wasn’t sure if she liked him or not, but he was going to take his chance. Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward. He gently pushed (f/n) into her room, closed the door behind her, and pressed his lips against hers.

Unlike his personality which was rough and harsh, his kiss was the exact opposite. It was soft, gentle, it wasn’t demanding, and it was very hesitant. (f/n)’s body stiffened, but within seconds, her eyes fluttered closed and she melted into his touch.

Her lips moved against his slowly and carefully, meaning she was also scared to make a mistake. His hands landed on her hips, pulling her closer as her arms wrapped around his neck.

The kiss wasn’t too long and they pulled away, staring at each other with red faces.

“Will you go out with me, (f/n)?” She smiled, the words finally making sense in her head.

“Of course, Kacchan.”

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we-always-hit-our-ass · 5 years ago

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Hello! I absolutely love your writing and I’m in a bit of a dark place right now, dealing with anxiety and self-doubt and was wondering if you could write something cute and fluffy for my boy Malarkey, if you have the time? That would be wonderful. Thank you so much and stay safe and healthy! ❤️

Hey, lovely anon! I’m sorry to hear that you’re going through this right now, I really hope that you’ll feel better soon. I really want to make you happy so maybe this lil Don fic will cheer you up slightly. Thank you for requesting this and I hope that you will stay safe and healthy too! 💕💞💞

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: Nope! Just fluff with who other than soft boy Malarkey-

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What the Future Holds (Donald Malarkey x Reader)

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V-E Day was truly a day worth celebrating. You didn't know how many times you’ve longed for this day. The effort you and your friends have put to stop the war were definitely worth it and the amount of stress that has been released from your bodies were astounding.

To see such hardened faces turn into ones of glee and content offered you nothing but comfort and happiness yourself. Cheers and laughs seemed limited during the war, but today, it was everywhere you went.

The smile on your face never left and it only seemed to grow every few seconds. You were already tipsy from drinking too much at the Eagle’s Nest and nothing but happy thoughts flew around your head. Your (E/C) eyes took in the lush, emerald greenery around you as all of you drove by the German countryside.

You leaned your head out of the jeep and pulled on the elastic band to let your (H/C) hair free. The wind ran its way through your hair and you shouted celebratory words with the Easy boys, the smile never wavering on your face.

After waving at a couple of civilian girls you leaned back in the jeep, and you turned your head to meet warm brown eyes that held nothing but warmth and compassion for you.

You and Donnie had gone through a lot together, and you’d even say that perhaps war brought you two closer.

Whether it was in Camp Toccoa, Normandy, Carentan, Bastogne, or Hagenau, you two stuck to each other. It was no secret that the two of you were dating, it was practically an unsaid fact among Easy Company.

Lingering touches and longing glances were shared among the two of you, so it was not so hard to pick up.

Donald scooted closer to you, wanting to relish in your presence and before you even knew it there was a soft touch on your hand. The surface of your hand was covered in a familiar warmth and you could just make out his thumb softly stroking your skin.

Victory was sweet, but not sweet as the man next to you.

No one saw the small but intimate act you two shared as the jeep rolled by the road. You liked it this way. It was like you two were trapped in your own small little bubble even though the air was boisterous. You two were quiet, but the smiles on yours and Don’s faces said it all.

The jeep slowed down momentarily as it pulled into the dirt road in front of the grand building all of you were going to stay in. It came to a halt and the boys immediately rushed out of the vehicle. The thumping of boots and loud, cheerful conversations disrupted the quiet and streams of soldiers entered the lavish building.

You let Don take your hand and you two maneuvered through the corridors and people and soon enough you two made it to your seperate rooms. You never even cared so much to go into yours and after you took a peek inside your room, you immediately went over to Don’s.

You smiled as you saw Don on the bed and you hopped on the mattress with no hesitation. Giggles erupted from your lips as your boyfriend pulled you down on the bed with him, his strong arms wrapped around your waist as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck.

Soft lips peppered feather-light kisses along your hairline and your eyes brightened at the action. You then brought your face closer to his and returned his soft kisses with a tender peck on his nose.

You two sunk deeper into the mattress and while indulging each other with velvety kisses and touches. The two of you laid there, relishing in this small but sweet victory of your own.

“Donnie? You think we’ll get in trouble if we head to the lake for a couple of minutes?”

“Not unless they find out, (Y/N).”

“Atta boy- C’mon, I’m dying to finally go swimming!”

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The two of you quickly headed out towards the back and rushed out of the building while trying to avoid any of your COs or boys from Easy Company. You two burst into laughter after you two managed to sneak out of the building and you two quickly walked on the dirt road that led to the lake.

Childlike wonder and joy surrounded you both and you enthusiastically pulled Don along to the stone pier. A gasp of awe as you finally laid your eyes on the beautiful, sparkling water.

You turned to your boyfriend who was practically as excited as you were. It’s been so long since you enjoyed something like this.

You swiftly stripped of your uniform until you were left in your undergarments. It wasn’t long before Don did the same, soon revealing his strong and built figure, which never failed to make you blush. You slowly made your way to the edge of the stone pier, your bare feet making contact with the cold stone.

You took in a deep breath and you jumped off the ledge, arms in positioned in front of you as you lept. The cool feeling of the water surrounded you and as you emerged from it you let out a breathy chuckle.

“God- Holy fuck- it’s freezing!”

You wrapped your arms around your form as goosebumps as you floated in the clear water. It wasn’t even seconds before you were splashed by your boyfriend, a smirk on his face with a familiar playful twinkle in his eye. Droplets ran down your cheeks and you opened your (E/C) to stare in disbelief at Don.

You scoffed lightly as you playfully glared at the smug man in front of you. You floated near him before you splashed him back and you quickly turned to swim away before he could catch up to you. Before you knew it, strong arms wrapped around your waist and you were pressed against his chest.

“You cheeky little bastard- You’re lucky you’re cute, Donnie.”

“(Y/N)- I thought you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating me.”

A kiss was felt on the back of your head and butterflies erupted in your stomach. You leaned back into the warmth he exuded and it contrasted with the cool waters surrounding you two. You looked above you and pulled yourself up to press a kiss on Don’s skin before twirling the damp strands of his hair on your fingers.

Soon enough you two floated back on the shore, the cold air immediately hitting your soaked forms. It had already been a bit more than 30 minutes, but you two couldn’t care less.

Don then took your hand into yours and as you two sat on the ledge of the stone pier, your legs dangling off the edge. The afternoon soon sat high on the sky and quickly dried the two of you.

“Donnie, what are we going to do after this? You know, when we go back to the states and all.”

“Well, I’m planning to go back to Oregon, what about you, (Y/N)?”

“Oh.. I was hoping that I would go back to San Fran. Maybe with you.”

You cast a hopeful look at Don, and he looked back at you in thought. You could practically hear the gears of his mind working and you were just a bit interested in what he would say. Don stayed silent for a while and his eyes lit up and his big, bright smile almost blinded you.

“(Y/N), you know I’m not going anywhere without you. Y’know what- I’ll go with you. I think Astoria can wait a little while.”

“Wait Don, are you sure- I don’t want to-”

“I’m sure (Y/N). We can get a little house, an apartment would be fine too, but it won’t matter unless you're there with me. Then maybe we can travel somewhere real nice every now and then.”

Don cradled your cheek in the palm of his hand, and his honey-brown eyes stared lovingly into yours. All of Don’s words oozed certainty and happiness, and you could practically feel your leaping.

“We can settle down, just living peacefully. I’m fine with whatever. As long as you’ll live a good long life with me.”

After Don finished you leaned forward and pressed gently your forehead against his, your eyes fluttering shut. Don’s hands laid on your lap and you soon gingerly held them in yours.

A radiant grin pulled on your lips and Don couldn’t help but return it.

“That’s the best plan you’ve had yet, Donnie.”

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ahhh im so sorry for taking so long on your request anon! hopefully this fic is good enough and i hope that you enjoyed it anon! thank you so much again for requesting this! 😩💕💕

i dont really know how to write my boy malarkey and i think it shows lol, but still i hope that you guys enjoyed reading it!

i love you! 😤😩💖💕💕💕

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