#i'd be embarrassed but i'm honestly too old for it

[writingforfishes]

Oh goodness, been a while now-! Wol here, undead! Just thought about of your sweet beloveds, a random scene of just introducing them to those modern games, Among Us actually, if ever have a sense of familiarity. If not, goal is to spot the "suspicious" one amongst the group of space workers. The one against them, better blend in the crew. Imagining the two of them playing in that game, giving it a go with a few game rounds, then at one point, typical Otto, a sudden case erupts, and worse yet, he's the so-called "imposter." Trying so hard to keep quiet in the "vents," or in his seat, perhaps just make an exception to keep dear Atticus as a survivor, but those hics are giving him away, possibly getting Otto cornered, incorporating "hiccup each lie". Evaluating who the possible imposter is, Atticus might just chuckle and/or vote Otto out since its the rules of the game, (or whatnot, the scene can differ). Meeting adjourned!

Can someone, like, comment on this? This feels like a stellar plot, but I have zero knowledge of the game past the general concept and watching people play it online.

I don't really game?

I mean, I know I've said my age on here (41), but I'm more like 80 in my knowledge of most trending things and technology. I know the premise but I'm not sure how Otto's hiccups would give him away on an online game. Or how games work. Or technology.

Ooh, what board games or card games would be inopportune times to get the hiccups?

[cactusdodes]

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[noxtivagus]

reconnected w some irls after v long time not rlly talking 🥹🫶🏼

[smallestapplin]

aghahah loving the Autobots harem and Decepticons reaction

funny to think the only two that seems to take 'interest' secretly are the seekers, Starscream denying, Thundercracker having internal panic and I can't help but think skywarp being bold and all

do you see what I see

This was the first thing that popped in my mind, please feel free to hop back in if you wanna add more

🔞18+ only! MDNI!🔞 no sex happens, but heavy dirty talk and mentions of past relations.

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Skywarp is dangerous.

You are such a cute little thing too, and seeing your small body taking such big spikes with ease just replays over and over in his mind. He's aware Thundercracker wants you too, his fellow seekers aren't very good at hiding their want for you.

It's hilarious honestly, decepticons have gone on and on about how they hate humans, they are just pests, and yet here they all are fawning over you.

But Skywarp has the upper hand over any of them.

But it comes at a cost.

He doesn't know the autobot base very well, he could never get close enough to learn the lay out to get the upper hand, but from the footage Laserbeak got, you have a home outside of the autobot base so if he can catch you leaving or before you get there, it'll be over and out.

His teleporting comes in handy for this, he's so giddy that he's going to be the first decepticon to get a taste of you, maybe even getting to rub it in the autobots faces.

It's early in the morning, you had just finished your chores at home for the day, leaving you proud that you can leave for the weekend and spend it with your lovers.

What you weren't expecting was a flash of purple, a servo grabbing you, and then you're deep in the woods, you barely recongize the area as a place in the next city over. You're face to face plate with Skywarp.

"Aw, sorry sweetspark, I didn't mean to spook ya like that." He doesn't sound sorry at all.

"Skywarp, right? I'm surprised Starscream and Thundercracker aren't with you." The three are rarely seen, at least on the battlefield, without the other far behind.

His red optics gleam, ecstatic you know who he is and so quickly too! His smile, far softer than you'd expect from a bot like him.

"Thought I'd stop by to see such a cutie."

Oh, oh no.

Sure he's quite a handsome bot, hell a good portion of cons are lookers, but you'd never expect them of all cybertronians to want to interface(as your own lovers call it) with a human.

"I'm flattered, but Ratchet is expecting me and he gets worried the more time that passes."

You're playing a dangerous game, knowing good and well Skywarp isn't a con to play nice.

"What, that old bot? You need someone who can out pace ya, not some workaholic medbot that ain't got time for ya."

You narrow your eyes at him, not taking kindly to him insulting Ratchet, that old medbot is nothing but a sweet caring lover, always ensuring you're taken care of first before overloading, even pampering you after he's fucked you stupid.

Not to mention you have every autobot to choose from, all of the more energetic bots trip over themselves just to get to be the ones to ruin you and pump you full that day.

"What, are you offering?" It was sarcastic, but his grin tells a different story.

"You catch on quick, little cutie. C'mon, I won't mention it to anyone, just let me have a taste of that pretty lil valve."

You squeak, jumping back in his servo trying to create some distance between you and his face plate. Your eyes wide at his words, does he have no shame!?

"We both know you'd brag to your seeker buddies just to rub it in their faces."

His engines purrs at your biting words. Your face is burning, you feel hot all over but you don't want him to know-

"You may have gotten me there, but don't act like you don't like the idea, you humans have such weak senses but I can smell your want already."

Skywarp laughs at your embarrassment.

"You're just too cute, I can't wait to see what other cute expressions I can have you make."

You don't get a chance to answer him when the roar of an engine is heard, you both look up and see Skyfire in his alt mode, picking a nice spot to land and letting out the autobots he flew over here.

"Seems I forget they can track my phone's location. Maybe next time you can try, if you're fast enough."

You're so smug, but you take a step forward and place a swift kiss on his scowling face, your lips so small but so soft against his dermas, he almost forgets his anger.

You said they can track a device you have, meaning no matter where he goes they could always find you.

He's snapped from his thoughts when Prowl snatches you from his servo and lands a nasty punch across his face, sending the decepticon flying.

"Dear, are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?" Prowl checks you over, holding you close and safely.

You just smile "I'm okay, he didn't hurt me, just came here for a talk is all."

"A talk!? Little light, you know to-"

"I know, I know 'never trust a con' but honestly he didn't do anything."

Prowl finds that hard to believe, but he lets Skywarp escape.

Maybe next time, Skywarp.

(Though he does go back to his habsuite at decepticon base, fisting his spike and fingering his valve as he remembers how your dermas felt against his, how warm you felt, how soft you felt.

Oh primus he wants more.

He needs more.

He needs you.)

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for playing video games?

(Tw for possible ableism?? Idk)

I (31M) have loved video games ever since I was little. They're comforting to me and have gotten me through a lot of hard times. I'm also autistic, and half of my hyperfixations have been on video games.

My girlfriend (27F) and I have been dating for 4 years, and overall have had a very good relationship. I've never liked a girl this much. But a recent disagreement has made me reconsider things.

She recently confessed to me that she doesn't like that I play video games, and that she especially doesn't like how obsessed I get over them. She says that it's childish and embarrassing, and that I should be focused more on my adult life.

I was pretty upset. I am admittedly quite immature for my age and do have some hangups on my age, and I've always worried that people would judge me for having these kinds of interests as I get older. I understand there's a stereotype of adult men spending all their time on video games and being irresponsible, but that's not me. I spend plenty of time with my girlfriend and although my job isn't great, that's down to my mental health issues (which I'm working on) more than anything else.

I pointed these things out to her, and also argued that she used to love video games, to which she had responded that she had naturally grown out of that as she'd gotten older and had expected me to do the same. I also explained that I was autistic and that a lot of my hyperfixations were on video games, and she said that while she understood that, surely there was a way I could find something more 'mature' to be hyperfixated on. She also scoffed a bit when I said I was autistic - I've always worried that she doesn't believe me because I'm self diagnosed, but I'm certain that I am (it's outright dangerous to be diagnosed as autistic in this country unfortunately).

We agreed to disagree, but her final word was that it would make her really happy if I could move on from video games and be an adult. I'm pretty upset.

I'd also like to add that this isn't a case of me neglecting the progression of our relationship. We don't want to get married, we've already moved in together, we've met eachothers' families, and while we do want kids, we want to wait until we're a bit more financially stable. This is solely her feeling that as a 31 year old man, I'm too old to play video games.

I don't think there's anything wrong with my hobbies - they make me happy and I'm not a 'toxic' gamer (most of the games I play are story based and I'm very respectful to other players in the ones that aren't). I don't think hobbies should have age limits, honestly. But it really bothers me that she's hurt by this - I love my girlfriend so much, and the fact that I don't think I can give up video games for her makes me feel really guilty. Honestly, I was really happy when we started dating that she also liked video games, I thought we could play together!

But I'm just scared that I've unintentionally been a shitty boyfriend, which is why I'm asking,

AITA?

[skyloftian-nutcase]

For your prompts (so excited, and congratulations btw!)- LU:

-Minish Four waking up in someone’s pocket?

-Anesthesia, but also the effects of coming out of it

-Ten year old Time who looks like he’s however old he is, keeping his true age a secret

It felt strangely stuffy.

Four wasn't entirely sure what had happened. He'd gone exploring after people had started settling in for lunch. The four hours of sleep last night hadn't really bothered him initially, but as he'd spoken to the Minish in this area, he'd felt himself start to nod off. He'd thought it was best to get back to camp as soon as he could - only a few people knew about his Minish magic, and he didn't need the group worrying because he'd gone wandering and hadn't returned.

But what had occurred since then? Four recalled the tiny river created from the trickling stream, how it attracted all sorts of creatures. He remembered a finch that had been hopping about excitedly in search for worms. He remembered deciding to settle on a rock and listen to the stream and the birds.

Had he... fallen asleep by accident? Oh, great. He was getting as bad as Sky.

But why did it feel so different now? If he'd fallen asleep, that would have been on the rock.

Something brushed against his face, or, really, had been brushing against his face since he'd awoken. Scrunching his eyes shut a moment, he slowly ran his hands down his face. It was strangely dark, though there was some vague light trying to pierce through his eyelids. But it should have been much brighter.

Oh no. How long had he been asleep?

This was when Four realized that his world was moving.

Four abruptly opened his eyes, finding that he was surrounded in what looked to be a giant blanket. At least that was what he assumed - it was cloth of some sort, but it was shifting rhythmically, and--

Four yelped as something bonked his head, and he looked up to see some strange outline pushing through the blanket. He tentatively pressed on it, and was absolutely bewildered by the hardness of it. What was that, why was the blanket moving, and--

Wait a second. He recognized the patterning on the blue fabric. It looked like what was on Twilight's sash that he wore under his belt.

Sunlight ripped into the sky all of a sudden, and Four looked up, disoriented, to see Twilight peeking at him from the corner.

Did... did he tuck Four into his sash?

"Oh, hey," Twilight said quietly, glancing around before looking back down at him. "I was wondering when you'd wake up."

"What in the--why didn't you just wake me up?" Four asked, simultaneously embarrassed and befuddled.

"Can't hear ya," Twilight replied. "You're too tiny."

"Rancher, I--"

"You were sleeping really peacefully, so I figured I'd just leave you be. But I said I'd look for you, so we're on our way back to the others."

"You'd better take me out, then, because I--"

"I figured I'd just say you were on your way and give you a bit more time to rest."

Four huffed, clawing his way up Twilight's tunic to try and climb out of his little cloth prison. Twilight laughed at him. Laughed.

"What are you doing?" the Ordonian asked, plucking Four easily by the back of his tunic.

Well, at least he was free. Four reversed the magic, feeling himself grow in size, and Twilight yelped.

Maybe he should've picked a better way to do this.

Four found himself gasping as Twilight fumbled to catch him. He was going to land just fine on his feet, but the elder hero thought he needed to still hold him, and now he was in his arms like a small child.

Four felt his face reddening. "I'm not a kid, Rancher!"

"Well, you could warn me," Twilight remarked mildly, plopping him on the ground easily. "I know you didn't sleep well last night, so I didn't want to interrupt. Sorry."

Four sighed. He was used to taking care of himself. Well. They all were used to that. Four was honestly the better team player of the group.

But he was his own team. So he still kind of took care of himself.

Anyway, the point was that... that...

That Twilight was trying to be helpful.

Four sighed yet again. "It's all right."

Twilight smiled easily, elbowing the smaller hero. "How about a ride back to the others, then?"

Four chuckled, taking the offer. "All right, that I can handle."

Twilight transformed easily, allowing Four to climb on his back, and the little hero felt his heart warm as the pair rode through the forest, the cool breeze blowing through his hair.

Four had to admit, he was quite fond of this new team he found himself in.

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

CYOA

You know what screw it, I wanted to finish chapter 59 today but I feel horrible and it's just not going to happen so for now you can have this completed scene under the cut with my great affection love love peace peace feel free to react as it'll make me happy etc. etc.

Private WhatsApp Chat Resumed: Friday 18th March, 2022, 07:57 Members: Lily Evans, James Potter

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James Potter: i think it's pretty amazing that you and beatrice know the exact date that you first met when you were two

Lily Evans: Lollllll Hello to you too

James Potter: although idk how sirius would react if we knew and i suggested celebrating that hello, also beautiful hello beautiful is what i meant to say

Lily Evans: Suave of you.

James Potter: i'm only just having my first coffee of the day, alright? give me five minutes and i'll be on my game

Lily Evans: I suppose I can allow you five minutes. We didn't always know, but my mum's been journaling every day for most of her life, so a few years back we did a little detective work and it turns out she'd written about my first day at Little Tots. We've done something for our anniversary every year since, but she's blown my gift out of the water this time around.

James Potter: why, what was your gift?

Lily Evans: I bought her a ladyship. She's Lady Beatrice Booth now. Officially. Incredibly it only costs £30 and you get a tiny plot of land in Cumbria with it. I gave the pack to her housemate to leave out today so she'll get a huge kick out of it when she gets home later.

James Potter: how ironic is it that you got her a ladyship and i was looking into getting her canonised earlier

Lily Evans: Lol why?

James Potter: because i really really really liked that video, evans

Lily Evans: I see. I see. I see. Not embarrassed about you having seen that AT ALL. Although I suppose I don't have a right to be embarrassed when I've seen all of your childhood photos, do I? It was probably about time that you saw some of mine.

James Potter: what would you have to be embarrassed about? you were an adorable child i loved watching you grow up on an instagram reel with, inexplicably, flo rida's musical accompaniment

Lily Evans: Lollllllllll I know that probably seems like a weird choice, but it was our go-to dance song when we were eighteen. And on that note, I was a very awkward teenager, as you've now seen.

James Potter: almost everyone on earth was an awkward teenager and the ones who weren't awkward peaked in their teens, so think of how they've suffered since then although i guess sirius is the exception anyway you say you were awkward, but fifteen year old me would have been DESPERATE for fifteen year old you's attention

Lily Evans: Oh, you say that now.

James Potter: no i would have been and i wouldn't have gotten it because as we've previously established i was a prick when i was fifteen so if i'd gone to school with you i still would have been a prick, but a prick who wanted your attention and did all manner of stupid things to get it i would have driven you mad

Lily Evans: Twenty-seven year old you wants my attention and I've not been driven mad over it once, to be fair.

James Potter: twenty-seven year old me has much improved with age and is more deserving of it you however have been a delight your whole life which i now have visual proof of hence i'll be calling your best mate saint lady beatrice from now on

Lily Evans: I wasn't a delight my whole life, I promise you. As a child I was a precocious little shit who thought she knew everything and couldn't be told otherwise. That's why I got into so many scrapes, doing stupid, dangerous things because I couldn't just listen to my mother when she told me "no, Lily, that's dangerous." I was like a working class Peppa Pig, honestly, no wonder my sister couldn't hack being around me half the time. So you're not the only one who has much improved with age. And fifteen year old me would have had a massive crush on fifteen year old you, BELIEVE me.

James Potter: oh really?

Lily Evans: Would I have let you know about it? Absolutely not. But it still would have been there.

James Potter: you mean like the crush you've had on me this whole time?

Lily Evans: I already have to get you back for some nonsense you pulled yesterday, Potter, so I'd advise you not to pile on and add this to the list.

James Potter: lollllllll

Lily Evans: I'm serious!

James Potter: oh i'm sure you are to which i say go on then do it

Lily Evans: I will do it.

James Potter: you go right ahead i can handle it

Lily Evans: You're being very cocky right now and while I can't pretend I don't like it, it'll also prove to be your downfall later.

James Potter: we'll see, we'll see

Lily Evans: We will see.

James Potter: whatever you need to tell yourself, sweetheart

Lily Evans: I think the fifteen year old you has taken over the controls in your head, mate.

James Potter: he probably has, yeah but what can i say he's really chuffed about your crush on me

Lily Evans: You mean the crush you've decided I have that I haven't confirmed?

James Potter: right, yeah, of course, clearly i'm the one in the wrong here still sleeping in my bed, are you?

Lily Evans: I have to go do a work thing now.

James Potter: oh, sure, that old excuse

[aishangotome]

Nokto Klein: Even If The World Becomes False Again...

From A Hidden Oath: King of the BEAST (2024 Election) - Collection Event

Thank you @dark-frosted-heart for providing the SE video!

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Late at night, when even the plants and trees are asleep---

I returned to my room after finishing my official duties, and Emma, dressed in her nightgown, greeted me.

Nokto: I'm home. You could have gone to bed earlier. I told you I'd be late today, didn't I?

Emma: Welcome back. But I wanted to sleep after seeing your face.

Nokto: Just seeing me is enough? That's not enough for me, by the way.

Nokto: If I knew you were waiting up for me so diligently, I'd want to hold you.

I embraced her waist and kissed her.

My second kiss was stopped by her hand, as if to hold me back.

Emma: You just got back, didn't you?

Nokto: That's exactly why I want you, to make up for the time we were apart.

Emma: That's true, but...

She suddenly looked at me with a questioning gaze.

Emma: Nokto, are you a little tired?

Nokto: Hmm, a little.

(As expected, you notice right away.)

I was surprised to find myself answering honestly, even as I replied.

(Maybe it's because I was dealing with someone who kept lying to me tonight, but I am a little tired.)

(But if it were the old me, I would have lied to you with a smile, just like that person I was dealing with, and said "I'm fine.")

Emma: Then I'll make you some tea now. Should I add plenty of milk tonight?

Nokto: I think I'll take you up on that.

I sat down on the bed and sighed, and immediately a teacup filled with fragrant steam was offered to me.

I could feel Emma's kindness even in its warmth.

(You had it ready so you could serve it as soon as I got back, huh?)

Nokto: Thank you. Your tea seems to have a more restorative effect than any medicine.

Emma: Hehe, you're welcome.

As I drank the tea, Emma sat down next to me and rested her head on my shoulder.

Her lovely weight and warmth seemed to warm my heart and body.

(You're so endlessly kind and straightforward that my heart melts in an instant.)

(I can now honestly open up to you, and it's probably thanks to that.)

Emma: After you finish your tea, let's take a bath and go to bed early, okay?

Nokto: Don't we need to continue what we were doing earlier?

I put the empty teacup on the side table and lifted Emma onto my lap.

I teasingly traced my fingertips along her back, and her cheeks flushed as if she understood what I meant.

Emma: Well, that's because it's reading day today...

(Oh my, you're so red.)

(But you're not saying no, which means you've become quite naughty too... cute.)

A smile escaped my lips, and Emma raised her eyebrows in a playful pout.

Emma: Oh, you're teasing me, aren't you?

Nokto: Of course not. I really think we should continue what we were doing.

Nokto: I laughed because you reacted so cutely.

Nokto: You know, that feeling when you see something cute and your cheeks loosen up.

Emma: Like when I see your sleeping face?

Nokto: I can't relate to that at all.

Emma: What? But it's cute.

(I used to deceive people with fake smiles, but now I smile from the heart more often.)

(When I'm with you, I find myself smiling.)

My feelings welled up and I hugged her, and Emma looked up and narrowed her eyes happily.

Nokto: You smile so happily at just the slightest thing.

Emma: It's not "just" anything to me.

Emma: I'm so, so happy to feel your warmth, Nokto.

(Happiness, huh... I thought I didn't need it so much, but now I can't let go of this happiness.)

(Because you reached out and saved me so many times, even though you were hurt, just to make me happy.)

(And because I know that if I'm not happy, neither you nor Licht can be truly happy...)

Emma: Nokto?

Nokto: I was just savoring the happiness of being with you, too.

Unusually honest words spilled out.

(...But I'm still a little embarrassed.)

I cupped Emma's chin and kissed her to hide my embarrassment.

I stroked her hair indulgently, repeating gentle pecks on her lips.

(I love your happy, unguarded face, but it's not enough.)

I placed my hand on the back of her head, taking away her escape route, and devoured her lips, my tongue parting them.

I traced her teeth and captured her relaxed tongue, eliciting a sensual moan.

Emma: Mmm...

Nokto: Come on, melt even more with my love and show me your indecent side.

I devoured the body we had remade together in our days of lovemaking, immersed in deep happiness, and made a vow in my heart.

To protect this happiness, I wouldn't hesitate to throw myself back into a world full of falsehoods.

(No matter how false the world is, I know your pure feelings are not false,)

(And I'm sure my love for you is not false either...)

FIN

[maralarsen]

He's not that bad ✨

~Mattheo Riddle x reader~

Warning: None

Fluff

• Summary: The reader decided to read a book in the Common room, but she did not expect that she would be accompanied by an unexpected guest

• Mattheo and the reader are in the fifth grade, so they are 15 years old and the reader is in Slytherin.

(This is my first story so sorry for the mistakes I made + English is not my first language)

I went into the Common Room to read in peace. I go here after curfew when I can't visit the library. I love to read when there is peace and quiet. Well, as soon as I went downstairs to the common room, I found out that I will have company today.

Mattheo Riddle was sitting there. I didn't really like him. I would hate him if I could, but I can't hate him completely. I have a feeling he noticed me because I stopped hearing the pencil running across his sketchbook. Yes, Mattheo draws. It surprises me too. Honestly, what can that boy even draw there...."Are you just going to stand there or are you going to sit down?" his voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"I was on my way to sit down," he grinned. Fool. I don't know what he can find funny about this. I sat on the other seat at the other end to be further away from him. "Are you afraid of me?". "No! Why?!" I asked confused. "It's just that you sat not a kilometer away from me. I have a feeling that if you wanted to, you would turn around and leave, but your pride won't allow you to," he grinned again.

His grin is already getting on my nerves. "Oh, maybe it bothers you that I'm not with you under one with a blanket," I said mockingly. "Honestly, I don't mind, but judging by the chills on your legs, you might need a blanket." I looked down at my legs. I really had chills down my legs, because I only had shorts on because I thought dear Riddle wouldn't be here and the big blanket with which he is now covered will be free. "Well?..." he smiled at my situation and asked me "if you want, you can sit on the other end of the sofa." The blanket is long enough".

I was surprised by his dear... dear... whatever it was, it was definitely nice. "Thank you, but no," "don't be silly, sit down and you'll catch a cold," so he was definitely right about this, unfortunately. "Okay," I sat down on the other end of the sofa he was sitting on and opened my book. I read in my muggle book, and Mattheo started drawing again, at least I think so from the sound of pencil on paper. "Can I ask you a question?" I looked up at him, surprised but a little irritated, "of course." "You know. I was thinking about us...how do I think so differently, no...," I started laughing "Stop it!" "Sorry. I just...ugh...it was very funny to see you embarrassed," "Hahaha very funny," I smirked "So what did you want," "I was just thinking that why do we get along so badly why do we poke each other ," "does that bother you?" I asked "no way...but it's annoying to be honest," "um, I don't know. All I know is that it started with your taunt about my hair back in October," "honestly it looked seriously like a nest," he said with a laugh in his voice, "I know and I'm sorry for how I snapped at you back then....actually you're totally fine. How about we start over?" I offered.

He really wasn't bad, you could talk to him normally when he didn't have his bunch of friends around, otherwise he acted like a cocky brute. "I'd like that," he said. I don't even know why, but it surprised me. I smiled "Okay. So I'm (y/n) (l/n)" and I shot my hand towards him "I'm Mattheo Riddle my pleasure" he shook my hand "me too...ugh,".

I was scared when the clock struck eleven in the evening. "Well, I should go now," I got up to leave "I should go to sleep too..." he also got up at the same time as me, so when we stood up, we were only a few centimeters apart.

It wasn't even that close, but for my 15-year-old self, it was enough to make me blush and so did he. "Um, I should be going now...good night Mattheo," and I left for the dorms, "Good night (y/n/n)," I was taken aback at that nickname, since not many people call me that. I came out of the trance immediately. I finally reached the stairs that lead to the students' rooms, I don't know why, but the journey felt like 5 minutes, not 5 seconds, I quickly went up the stairs and I was gone.

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[juppl]

𝕳𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖉 𝕭𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉

A Silver x F!Reader Tale (High Fantasy AU) |Prologue| |Part 1| |Part 2|

Chapter 1

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Strands of your hair gently flew away as an arrow that had just whizzed by your head embedded into the wooden pillar behind you. You could feel a thin warm stream of blood run down your ear as your breath hitched from the sudden attack. "(Y/n)!!" Your mother's frightened shriek pulled you out of your frozen state, given you just amount of time to duck down before the next arrow could pierce your neck.

But the sound of wood being slash could be heard above you, in between the crowd of angry and confused tavern folk stood the cloaked man cutting through the air with his shining sword. The glint of his gauntlets blinded your eyes with a magnificent view of a valiant knight, much different from the snoring princess you had seen before. "Stay low..." He muttered, which you could only presume was directed to you.

"There! I'd seen that one with those fae folk yesterday!" The raspy voice of man called out as he directed more men into the tavern. "What...?! Hey!! If you want trouble take it outside of here!" Your mother angrily shouted as she marched up to one of the men only to be shoved away. "This doesn't involve you woman. That man is probably one of those half-breeds!" He continued to shout, causing a large stir among the crowd as they proceeded to glare the cloaked man's way.

Fae? What in the world was a fae?! You managed to scramble to your feet, keeping your head low as you frantically tried to shuffle away from the scene. "Here-" you yelped at the sudden pain of your arm being forcefully snatched up. "He was protecting this boy just now, he's probably with him." The putrid man snarled as he held you up, visible to everyone else around. "No! she's just my daughter let her go!" Your mother yelled as she began to beat the man with the broom you were once holding.

Screams erupted from around the tavern as a pool of blood began to form beneath the old man's arm, his severed hand laid limp on the ground in front of you to your horror. The silver haired man's sword dripped of blood causing the tavern to momentarily hold still in shock. You shuffled away without taking away your eyes from the bloodied, wrinkled hand on the ground. The old man shrieked in pain, crumpling to the floor himself. Before you could even continue to watch, you were dragged away again from the scene of the crime. "(Y/n) we have to- (Y/n)? (Y/n)?! has anyone seen my daughter?!" The sound of your mother's cries rung through the walls of the tavern, drowning in the angry and horrified shouts of the other townsfolk within.

"Hey! Let go of me, someone help-!!" your mouth was quickly covered by one of his gauntlets as he hid you both in a tight alleyway. He hushed you softly before glancing back at the angry mob of men who seemed too oblivious to know where you two had went as they ran by. You quickly stomped down on his foot causing him to retract in pain, giving you enough space to scrambled out of his grasp. "H-hey wait!" He stammered as he grabbed at your arm again, pulling you back to him. You could only glare him down as you tried to pull your hand away from his grasp, what was with people manhandling you today? "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impose such a predicament onto you. I..." He fumbled on his words as he began to fidget with his fingers.

How could someone like him act so terrifying just a couple minutes ago, turn into a mumbling mess resembling a child. "Well? Spit it out." He was taken aback by your sudden assertiveness, which made him a bit more embarrassed as his hand reached to massage the back of his neck. A brief moment of silence went by before you decided to break it, letting out a tired sigh. "Honestly, men are so fickle nowadays. First you save me, then you cut a man's hand off in my own tavern, and now you're acting like a child who can't even speak properly." You gave a rather pitiful smile that seemed a bit more awkward than intended. Nonetheless, it was better than allowing you two to just stand in silence. "Why drag me along with you if you were the only one being chased? You know I can just report you now to the city guards." You smirked as his aurora eyes widened in shock, "are you?"

You could only laugh at his reaction, maybe you were being a bit mean bullying him too much. "Not yet, unless you want to start explaining what's going on with you and why I'm in all of this." You chuckled at his rather simple expressions, something about him taking everything so literal was amusing to you. He watched you lean against the wall, a comforting sight in his eyes. "I... my name is Silver. I had come here on a slight detour with some companions of mine last night. But I had somehow been separated from them while having gone sightseeing. When I stumbled into your tavern, I had expected to at least find one of my group members there. But to no avail did any of them show up..." He looked more dejected at the memory, making you remember on where you had found him this morning.

"You were buried in your own bowl of cold soup; I'm surprised you didn't drown from how deep in slumber you were in." You teased as you poked at his drenched shirt underneath his cloak. A rosy hue crept on his cheeks as he eyed down at his clothes. "I apologize for having wasted such good food, and clothes." His brows furrowed deeply in annoyance as he noticed how dirty his clothes had become, he thought he looked like a bum. "I mean I would invite you back but, it looks like you're a criminal now around here." You pointed out at a poorly drawn poster of him being put up outside on the building just nearby the alley. A solemn expression fell upon silver's face, you thought you could hear him muttering something about his father finding out, but it was none of your worries. "So, what are you planning to do? Can't really look for your travel group if you're wanted all around, especially when you stand out so much with that pretty silver hair of yours." You noted as your hand flicked at his loose strands of hair blocking his face.

"I'm sorry I never meant to cause such problems." He held his head down as a dejected shadow loomed over his head. "Yeah, well you should have thought of that before chopping that guy's hand off... But thanks, for what you did anyways." He held good intentions, sure he seemed to choose more violent approaches but still good intentions. "Come on, just keep your head down. I have a few ideas." You yanked his hood down with a crooked smile before dragging him along with you out of that dark dirty alleyway.

●・○・●・○・●

"That stupid stupid-!!" A young green haired man sneered as he crumpled the wanted poster in his hands. "Now, now Sebek. there's no need for such language. I'm sure there's just been a simple misunderstanding going on... one that's going to earn that boy a good lecture." A vein popped up on the short man's neck as he tapped his finger impatiently on the table he sat at. They then both directed their attention towards a taller fae man dressed from top to bottom in black, he seemed more enthralled by what was outside the inn-room's window than their conversation. "Do you see anything my lord?" Sebek asked in a calmer tone, contrasting his previous frustrated outburst.

"There's no point in staying in this tiny room any longer. if we don't find Silver now then I'm afraid some unpleasant company will first. Lilia let's not waste any more time, I understand that at your age you need rest every once and awhile but finding our missing companion is more important." The tall fae smirked briefly before making his way out the door. "Now you listen here-"

[nickfowlerrr]

After the last capital…

I’ve this scenario in my head :

Bucky and you are back to the old habit and arguing about something again… but you stand on the last step of the stairs and he is done with you (he wants to go upstairs to get his phone before he would leave) and pushes you beside but as clumsy as you are, you Trip and fell.

Bucky would be so mad at him self, because you’re hurt because of him again😩😩😩😩

hurt

pretty when you cry series masterlist

pairing: pwyc!bucky x curvy!reader

warnings: not really any? let me know if i need to add something pls! this fic is part of a series, and if you plan on reading it, please, please, please use caution and read all of the warnings!

words: 1.8k

notes: ten thousand years later lol thank you for sending this in! honestly i don't see pwyc!bucky even just lightly shoving reader especially after he made her fall last time lmao he's much more likely to just pick you up and move you out of his way instead but for the sake of the prompt, let's just go with it. <3 i'm on my laptop, so no emojis :(

"Where are you going?" you asked tensely, running around him to block his way to the stairs, the worry in your voice was evident, and even if it hadn't been, you knew he could sense the stress you were feeling. You stood on the last step, not letting him walk up the stairs. "You're not even trying to see things from my perspective," you accused, fully on the defensive.

He was fuming, blue eyes near scorching as he stared you down, jaw set and nostrils flaring. You knew you were edging too far, but you couldn't stop yourself, you couldn't let this go without being able to explain.

"How the fuck did you think I'd feel about this?"

You balked.

"I didn't- I, I don't," you fumbled for the right words, for an explanation but deep down you knew the truth. He had every right to be angry and you had no excuse. You knew how he'd feel about it, and that's why you tried to keep it from him.

"I'm not doing this with you right now," he bit out, moving to push past you. You were going to move to give him space to get past, not wanting to upset him anymore than you already had, but as you sidestepped, your socks slide on the wooden step and unsteadied you right when Bucky stepped up. His arm bumping into you when you were already off kilter and slipping on the step had you falling completely.

Your arm flailed out to grab onto the railing, trying to right yourself, but it did more harm than good as your feet slipped off the step. You had turned your body while trying to grab the rail and so instead of your ass hitting the stairs, your hip hit the edge of the step below you hard as you fell with a thud, and your elbow near simultaneously making contact with the step above you in the fall.

It happened in a second, and though he saw you wobbly, Bucky didn't help get you steady before you fell, assuming you'd get your balance. The instant he realized you weren't stopping yourself, it was too late to grab you.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he stormed, madder at himself for letting you fall now than he was about the argument.

"Ow," you huffed under your breath, grabbing your elbow and you sat up on the step, not bothering to look up at him. He was moving before you even registered him getting closer, pulling you up by your arm to stand. You were too embarrassed and maybe a little too scared to meet his eye, rubbing your elbow again when he let go of his hold on your arm.

You could feel his eyes dead set on you but still, you kept yours to the ground, swallowing thickly.

"Bucky, I'm sorry," you apologized, dejected. "My mom stopped asking about my love life a long time ago and I just- I don't know, I never thought to bring it up. It's not something I'm used to sharing-" you tried to explain before he cut you off.

"Stop," Bucky said harshly, your voice dying immediately.

You dared to peek up at him and were met with a torn look in his normally brighter blues. There was anger and hurt, and if you weren't reading into things, you'd say there might be regret, too.

"Are you okay?"

"I- yeah. I'm fine," you answered, uneasily.

He looked at you a moment longer before he continued up the stairs. You stood there not knowing what to do, considering following him or just leaving him be until he was willing to talk. You didn't come to a decision before he came back down not thirty seconds later. He'd shrugged his jacket on as he came down the steps and your breathing caught in your throat, heart rate picking up. Where was he going?

His narrowed eyes shot to you, and judging by the look you saw there, it was clear he was obviously still upset. "I'm going to the gym."

As he passed you, you grabbed his arm and he stopped on the bottom step you had previously been occupying. You were a step above him, allowing you to be about eye level with him as you meekly met his eye. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it when you accepted you shouldn't.

His glare eased up just the slightest as he considered you before he spoke again.

"I'm pissed off," he glowered as he said your name harshly, "I don't need your reasons why, I really don't want to fucking hear it.

I can't be around you right now. We're either going to end up fighting or fucking and either way you're gonna get hurt, because I am pissed the fuck off," he nearly snarled the reiteration. "So we're not doing this right now," he kept walking and you let go of his arm, watching solemnly as he grabbed his keys and headed for the front door.

"I love you," you quavered pathetically as he pulled open the door, stepping outside. He paused just a moment.

"Do you?" he shot you a heartbreaking look as you floundered at his response. Of course you did. He knew that. He felt it, undeniably. But, his words served their purpose. You fucked up and you hurt him. And he wasn't going to just let you off the hook this time and comfort you and tell you all was forgiven. It was the same thing time and time again. He needed you to deal with the fallout, alone, to get you to see that.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, he wanted to change his mind, go back inside, or at the very least tell you he loved you, too. But he couldn't.

He meant what he said earlier. He'd already let you get hurt on the stairs when he didn't help you the moment he saw you start to slip, something he never would've let happen if he wasn't so caught up in the anger and hurt swirling around in his head. If he stayed and you fought, he knew he'd say something without thinking and only make matters worse; and even if you didn't fight, he knew he'd be on you in an instant with the pent up emotions he was trying to keep at bay so he didn't go off on you completely. And he couldn't trust himself not to take things too far with you. You'd nearly passed out on him the last time you had anger fueled sex, he could still remember the nasty bruises he hadn't meant to leave you littered all over your skin and how sore you were for the few days after. The orgasms were incredible, but he didn't want to risk injury to you just to release some of the frustration he was feeling. That's what the boxing gym was for.

You'd talk when he got home and was a little more level headed, and hopefully you'd have come to a decision on what you were going to tell your family. He couldn't wrap his head around why you'd never so much as mentioned his name to them in the year since you'd been together. Like he was your dirty little secret, something you were ashamed of. The first few months he could understand, not even taking into consideration that you were soulmates and that should have prompted a quicker reveal to your family, but a whole year? He'd spoken to your sister multiple times when she'd facetime you and the entire time, she had no clue you and him were together. He wanted to know what lies you'd been telling her to avoid admitting the truth, but he knew that'd probably only piss him off more. He needed the time to cool off before he went back and had that conversation with you.

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The door to your room opened gently as you glanced at the time, wanting to gripe about him coming home so late, but knowing you had no right to be the one who was upset tonight. You sat up and turned the bedside lamp on to give him some light. You nibbled your lip as you watched him, his hair was damp and he was dressed in a new change of clothes. He had his gym bag with him as he dropped it heavily by the closet, certainly needing to pack it with a new post workout outfit for the next time he would decide to shower at the gym, like he obviously had tonight.

Probably killing time before he inevitably had to come home to see you. Another flood of guilt and regret rolling through you.

"I told them," you informed him softly, his eyes glancing over to you before he walked toward the bed, his face not betraying whatever it was he was feeling. "And I'm sorry-"

"Shhhh."

You obeyed his wordless request as he climbed into his side of the bed, your eyes intent on his every move.

"I'm exhausted, and I'm not ready to talk about this tonight," he said as he moved the blanket to lay down. "Just come here," he coaxed with a huff, pulling you closer. You were pouting without even realizing it. There was a lot you wanted to say, but you stayed quiet. If he still needed time before he wanted to talk, you had to be okay with that.

As he pulled you closer, you wrapped your arms around him, cuddling into him, having sorely needed his comfort from the second he'd left earlier.

He sighed heavily as he rested his hand on your hip, you winced almost imperceptibly, but of course he caught it. He rubbed at your hip carefully as you laxed into him, his touch soothing.

"I'm sorry I made you fall," he apologized, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

"'S not your fault,"

"Me bumping into you is what made you slip,"

"My socks made me slip. Granted, the nudge certainly didn't help, but," you smiled soft and fleeting. "I'm fine. Not your fault."

There was a moment of silence between you then before Bucky broke it.

"I'm still upset at you."

You knew he was, but hearing him say it out loud somehow made your guilt ten times worse. You tried to pull away, wanting to give him space, but he held you tighter. "No, don't," he told you.

You stopped trying and instead buried your head in his chest as he held you. "We'll talk in the morning," he said, and you nodded against him in agreement. He turned the lamp out and when he settled down again, you tilted your head up so your lips were just against his ear.

"I do love you," you whispered before placing a soft kiss to his stubbled cheek. You settled against him once again, his arms holding you as your head laid on his chest.

"I know," he said, his hands running up and down your back. "And I love you. Now go to sleep," he rumbled as he fixed the blanket around your bodies, content to rest in your mutual embrace for the night.

You had a lot to discuss come morning.

[thewhiskersonkittens]

Drive In

Pairing: Pete “Maverick” Mitchell (Present Day) x Female Reader.

Summary: After unsuccessfully navigating the crazy world of online dating apps, you meet Pete “Maverick” Mitchell and agree to go to a drive-in and perhaps you have finally met your perfect match.

Warnings: Fluff, romantic, some profanity, toxic dating app horror stories.

A/N: This was requested by Anon. Hope y’all enjoy! :)

Back in the day, Maverick considered himself to be quite the Casanova. It used to be so easy, come so naturally. Maybe because thirty years ago he was a lot younger and his jet black hair wasn't fading. His body was still firm and taunt, in his line of work it was a major priority to keep in shape, but his face had become worn, the skin around his green eyes now had wrinkles.

"You're still a very good looking man," Phoenix told him when she, Coyote, Payback, Bob, and Rooster was helping him make his dating app profile.

All eyes were on her when the aviator quickly added, embarrassed:

"Respectfully speaking, of course, sir!"

The guys chuckled while Maverick tried to hold back his amusement.

Coyote let out a low whistle.

"Ooo, Phoenix got the hots for Captain." He teased.

"I do not!" Phoenix defended. "And I swear to God, if this gets back to Hangman, I'll kill you."

She shot a death glare at Coyote, that made him straighten up quick. She shot the look to all the guys meaning business.

Maverick patted Phoenix on her shoulder to assure her it was OK.

"Thank you, Phoenix. I appreciate the compliment."

He held up his phone and returned his attention back to the profile.

"Are you guys sure this is the right thing to do?"

He wrinkled his brow. The whole process seemed so unnatural to him.

"If you filled out all the questions honestly the algorithm will try to bring you the best possible matches." Bob commented.

"But the algorithm doesn't get it right 100% of the time." Payback added, looking at Maverick. 

"What do you mean?" Maverick asked.

"He means there might be a dud or two," Coyote answered.

"But still the odds are in your favor." Phoenix encouraged.

Maverick sighed as he closed the app and pocketed his phone. He was tired of thinking about it for now.

"There used to be a point in time when I could just sing to a woman in a club as a way of flirting."

"Sounds lame," Rooster finally chimed in.

Maverick gave him a pointed look.

"Lame, huh?” Maverick chuckled, the memories coming back to him. It all seemed just like yesterday but also a lifetime ago.  “Guess who was my wingman?"

***

You were two seconds away from throwing your phone across the room. You'd do it, too, not caring if it broke, the only thing was you knew how much you needed the damn thing.

Stupid dating apps. After trying a month without them, you were having zero luck dating out there "in the wild" so, reluctantly, you downloaded the toxic app again, damn well knowing it would all still be the same old bullshit. If it wasn't some fake bot, it was just the same losers over and over you matched with. You were going to pull your hair out if another dude sent "wyd?" at 11 am on a Wednesday.

You wanna know "what I'm doing?", Chad?! You thought. I'm at work at this time, that's where I am! Why aren't you doing the same?!

You didn't even want to think about how you basically had the same conversation over and over with these guys.

"Hello, beautiful baby gurrl. Good mornin!'"

"Hi, there. Good morning."

"How you sleep last night?"

"Just fine, thanks. HBU?"

"It could have been better. I'd rather be waking up next to you, babyyy."

" ... "

"Send me a pic?"

"No."

"Why not? You shy?"

"..."

" Hello?!"

*incoming unsolicited dick pic*

"You like dat? You like what you see? ;)"

" ... "

"Dat could be alll yours and more! You wanna come over later?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not? It's not like I'm gonna kill you..lol"

"...."

"Sooo...you gonna come over or...I could come over there?!"

"No. I don't even know you! I just met you five minutes ago."

"Don't waste my time! Ya know, a lot of girls like what I got. You're lucky I'm even giving you the time of day!"

"..."

"..."

"K. Go text one of them then."

" ... "

"Man, fuck you, bitch. Your loss! I didn't want your ugly ass anyway. LOL."

You sighed. Why was trying to find your person so physically and mentally taxing? Some of your friends actually had good luck on the dating apps but it was just not working out for you. You thought about all your options: keep trying the apps, try in person again, hell maybe even switch teams?! The best option was the idea of becoming an old, single, crazy cat lady. At this point, it sounded like the most peaceful choice.

You were laying on your back on your bed with one arm slung over your eyes, trying to block out all your frustrations.

Your phone next to you vibrated, signaling you had a notification.

Oh great, You thought. Can't wait to see what this one's got to say.

You picked up your phone, punched in your pass code, and opened the app.

Pleasantly surprised was an understatement! You had matched with the most handsome man you'd ever seen on any app ever.

He was definitely older, much older you were sure of it, but the age gap didn't bother you. He only had a few pictures but you saw he had dark hair, green eyes, perfectly chiseled nose and jawline.

Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell, USN.

As good as he looked, you couldn't help but have reservations. Living in San Diego, you had been on a few dates with military men before. They could be just as shady as the civilian Joe Blows, if not even more. Plus, he was way too fine looking to still be single. You tried not to judge. Divorced? Widowed? Perhaps he was looking for a last minute fling before his next naval cruise?

Your phone vibrated again and you saw he sent you a message.

"Hi, nice to meet you. I'm Pete Mitchell. But everyone calls me Maverick or "Mav".

"Nice to meet you! I'm Y/N." You typed back. "Cruise to any where fun lately, sailor?"

"What gave it away? The picture of me in my dress whites?"

"Not a bad picture, I must say." It was true. Technically he was old enough to be your father but he was still a smoke show. Silver fox, indeed.

"Ha, ha! Thanks. Ah, no fun cruises. I was recently called back to North Island for work."

You told him what you did for a living and you found out he was career military. A naval aviator for over thirty years. You kept chatting back and forth for the next two days and exchanged numbers. On Friday night Maverick called you.

"Look, I'll be honest with you, Y/N." Maverick explained. "This dating app thing...it's not really my style. My kids put me up to it. They said I needed to get out more and this is the way people do it nowadays. I just don't know..."

"Kids?" You repeated, slightly surprised he never mentioned it before. "You have kids?"

Maverick chuckled. "I'm sorry, I guess I should rephrase that. They're actually a squadron of Top Gun graduates I train. I call 'em my kids even though they're all about thirty-something years old."

You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Oh, I see."

"Anyway," Maverick went on. "How would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?"

You were pleasantly surprised again. Most guys you encountered on the apps were either one extreme or another. Some wanted to come over right away and others it was like pulling teeth to get them to actually take you on a real date.

"Is that OK with you?" Maverick asked.

"Oh, yeah!" You said. "Yes, that would be great! Dinner and a movie?"

"You read my mind," Maverick confirmed. "I was thinking I take you to the drive-in. They're doing an 80's movie theme night."

"Drive-in?" You repeated. You hadn't been there in ages. Maverick must have misunderstood your tone because he went to explain:

"Yeah, it's where they have a big outdoor projection screen and you pull up in your car..."

You burst out laughing.

"Pete," You started. "Come on. I know I'm younger than you but I do know what a drive-in is!"

Maverick laughed at himself.

"Sorry. Of course you do."

"That sounds like fun, Pete. Let's do it."

***

You knew you were breaking your own rules by allowing Maverick to pick you up but you felt like you could trust this man. Your jaw dropped when you saw the forest green vintage race car pull up in your driveway.

"She's a '56," Maverick explained as he helped you into the car. "She can go from zero to one seventy in about six seconds."

"Wow," You said, resting the bouquet he just gifted you in your lap. Out of curiosity, you ran your fingers along the dashboard. You'd never been in a car like this before.

Maverick started the car and began backing out.

"I usually just ride my motorcycle but this seemed more appropriate for the occasion."

You smiled. "I guess you have the need speed on the ground as well as in the air."

Maverick turned to look at you then as he shifted the car into drive and you weren't exactly sure how to describe it. It was like a mixture of surprise, curiousity, and a touch of sadness.

"Did I say something wrong?" You asked, concerned.

Maverick shook his head.

"No," He assured you. "It's just...so funny and...kind of weird you said that. 'The need for speed'. I haven't heard that in a long time. I had a friend I used to say that to. A long time ago. It was like...oh, what do you call it? Something that you and one other person knows?"

"An inside joke?" You suggested.

Maverick smiled. "Yeah," He agreed. "An inside joke."

"You don't talk to that friend anymore?" You asked.

"Oh, I do." Maverick replied. "I sure do. It's just...he's not here with us...physically anymore."

"Oh..." You realized and you felt a twinge of gulit in your stomach. This wasn't the best way to start off a date.

As if reading your mind, Maverick took one hand off the wheel and softly brushed the side of your cheek with the back of his hand. His hand felt callous, the result of decades of working on all sorts of aircraft, but it also felt strangely comforting. The feeling guilt in your stomach dissolved and felt something like butterflies replace it.

"It's OK, sweetheart," Maverick said and he really meant it.

After dinner, you two drove in the drive-in. A triple feature of John Hughes movies were playing. You and Maverick laughed when Kelly LeBrock turned Bill Paxton into a talking blob in Weird Science and cheered as Judd Nelson pumped his fist in the air at the end of The Breakfast Club. The final movie was Sixteen Candles and you couldn't help but sigh when Molly Ringwald finally got to kiss her dream guy.

"This is one of my favorite movies," You said.

"You like the romantic stuff, huh?" Maverick teased and you laughed.

"Yeah, I know it's cliche," You said. "But I can't help it. I'm such a sucker for it."

"Nothing wrong with that," Maverick told you. "Just between you and me...I'm a romantic myself."

He leaned in and kissed you and you couldn't help but smile against his lips.

When the two of you parted, your eyes fluttered open and you said:

"I know we just met but I feel so lucky to have found you. I was about ready to give up. The apps were driving me crazy."

Maverick rolled his eyes at the mention of the dating apps.

"I don't get them either," He said. "But I saw your picture and...I don't know. I just...thought you were really beautiful and I'm glad I met you, too."

You felt Maverick take your hand in his.

"If it's OK with you, would you see me again?"

You smiled and answered by kissing him again.

"Sure, I'd really love that."

[stargazer-sims]

In The City of Love

Belle: Excuse me!

Belle: Hello, parents! Is that necessary?

Davian: As a matter of fact, it was.

Félix: We are in the City of Love, after all.

Belle: Yeah, City of Love, not city of lust.

Davian: Hey! How do you know what lust is?

Belle: You and Félix are my parents. Do you think you really need to ask that?

Davian: No, seriously.

Belle: I'm ten years old and I know how to read at a university level. I find out stuff. Plus, you should visit the trailer park sometime. You can learn a lot, hanging out with Dylan and Nadim.

Davian: No thanks. I had enough of the Willow Creek trailer park when I was a kid. And now I'm not sure I want you visiting Junior any more when he's over there with Dylan and his boy toy.

Belle: *giggling* Boy toy.

Félix: We can discuss all of this when we're back at home.

Davian: Right. This trip is supposed to be all about fun.

Belle: And minimal embarrassing public displays of affection.

Félix: Belle, the last time Davian and I were here was when we were expecting you. We have a lot of nostalgia for this place. We'll try to restrain ourselves, but a few public displays of affection may be inevitable.

Belle: I thought you went to Tartosa while you were expecting me.

Davian: We did, at Christmas, but we came here in February. I got a contract offer that I couldn’t turn down, and Félix didn’t want me to leave him, so…

Belle: But, my birthday is in March. You must've been like, super pregnant or... whatever it's called when you have a science baby. It couldn't have been much fun to be here.

Félix: I had a few good days, although I'll admit it would've been more fun if I hadn't been so tired and uncomfortable. I'd say 'super pregnant' is an accurate description.

Davian: So much so, he actually needed a note from a doctor to say it was okay for him to travel.

Belle: Really?

Félix: We were here during the week of Valentine's Day, and you weren't supposed to be born until the eighteenth of March. We thought there'd be plenty of time between our trip and the date my surgery was scheduled for.

Davian: Except there wasn't. We were home for... what? Maybe less than a week before you started having problems?

Félix: Which were entirely my own fault, in retrospect.

Davian: You weren't going wild at the love hotel by yourself, you know, and we weren't exactly taking it easy when we got home either. I'd say it was partly my fault too.

Belle: Eww! Love hotel!

Félix: The important thing is, we got home safely and it all worked out in the end. We may have had you a little earlier than we anticipated, Belle, but I promise nobody was complaining.

Davian: The moment I saw you, I said to myself 'that is a princess'.

Félix: He did, honestly. The first words out of his mouth when he saw you were, 'our princess is here'.

Belle: I'd rather be an archaeologist than a princess.

Félix: We know, but you'll always be a princess to us. Besides, princess and archaeologist aren't mutually exclusive.

Davian: We're going to make this trip as much about you as it is about us, okay? We want you to have a fun time and learn a lot. Félix and I have some memories to revisit here, but we want to make a bunch of new ones with you, too.

Belle: I don't mind if you want to revisit old memories or whatever, but can you promise me one thing?

Davian: What is it?

Belle: No going to the love hotel, okay?

Davian: And leave you alone at our rental? I promise that's totally not going to happen. You don't have to worry.

Belle: Good.

Félix: Speaking of the rental, we should check the address and see if we can find it before dark. If it's not too far, I think it'd be nice to walk there.

Davian: Sounds good, and if it is far away, maybe we can hail one of those pink taxis.

Belle: Ooh pink taxis? Even if we can walk to the rental, we have to ride in a pink taxi at least once before we go home.

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BONUS: Here is their rental house!

[winguontheweb]

I'm having quite the mental experience tonight.

I have relived a childhood formative experience in the 2010 Nickelodeon TV movie, "The Boy Who Cried Werewolf." Hooooooo boy this movie. Not gonna say it's a cinematic masterpiece, it's pretty standard kids' channel TV movie, but like. This movie had a massive effect on my life and why I'm a furry.

Seeing a trailer for it aired on TV when I was 9, by random chance, I was completely entranced by its concept and effects. Then finally finding out about the release date and behind the scenes online, watching it when it first aired and recording it, followed by rewatching it... many times. I was not normal about it for so long yet it really only consisted of me wanting to rewatch it over and over. That was the only way I knew how to react.

After a time, my interest in it died down, the recording got overwritten, and I forgot about it.

And then I had a dream in like, 2013? Around then, about "Thunder Wolves" which was the name came up with in there (I point to my brain). It involved various typical werewolf tropes in a story about an outcast. Wasn't too detailed or vivid, but that dream was just enough for my brain to be completely sold on werewolves forever.

From there, I'm 99% sure I would never have been on the path to becoming a furry I ended up on. Werewolves are why I'm a furry.

Rewatching The Boy Who Cried Werewolf tonight with my girlfriend and others, I got to re-experience that formative moment and realized just how fucking much I still take from this movie in terms of my love of werewolves, the tropes I enjoy, how I enjoy them. Werewolf curses being caused by werewolf blood injection, shifting into wolf form every night rather than ONLY on full moons, the slow transformation at sunset leading into the full form, the struggle of trying to keep it cool when others can potentially see the transformation, changes even in your human form and demeanor after werewolf-ing. Even the visuals of like, the eyes changing and fangs coming in before the full transformation was something that's stuck with me for all my life.

Every fucking memory of this movie came flooding back to me, I knew everything that happened, basically nothing was a surprise to me. Being age 9-10 when I was watching it probably means this movie might be the earliest Vivid memory I have.

The visuals were honestly better than I remembered. Like, not gonna lie, they could've been BETTER for the adult furry-brained cow that I am, but like. They actually had the full wolf form on screen way longer than they had the half-human half-wolf ugly looking transformation stage. I'm also 90% sure that the full wolf form was all practical effects with a suit? Maybe some of it was CGI, 2010 was capable of good CGI, and this is exactly the type of production (especially at Nickelodeon) where I'd imagine they'd do CGI. But instead from what I can tell with the lighting and interactions with the world, I feel it's most likely a practical suit with puppeted/controllable expression in the face and ears. My main complaint is a lot of the wolf scenes DID utilize really quick, choppy cuts that made it hard to see the form in full force

Design-wise the wolf form is a blend of like, ferocious, beastly, scary, but also a bit... cute, in a way? If the wolf transformation wasn't turning into a bloodthirsty monster and instead just turning into Big Ouppy I could see this being made to be made out to be very cute.

Actually yeah also 9 year old Meadow almost certainly was crushing and she didn't even know it, her brain wasn't built for that

Overall, 23 year old Meadow's experience with this: I really really enjoyed it! I started off watching it clutching my pillow from embarrassment and fear that it was going to be total crap, especially seeing so many high school teen drama tropes and painfully obvious foreshadowing, but being with people willing to give it a chance and who also knew the context of why it's important to me was like, suuuuper important for allowing me to even touch it again.

Basically, I am now in an extreme werewolf mood, and feeling things about werewolves I haven't felt in 13 years. This movie is my playbook. I have knowingly or unknowingly used this as my basis for Werewolf Curse things all my life.

I understand myself better than I ever have, having seen this movie.

So anyway...

Any werewolves out there wanna bite me or do a blood transfusion?

Please?

[fandomworld9728]

The Life of the Morningstars - Chapter 11:

As the dust settled, Lucifer looking up at the ceiling where the chandelier had fallen from. Was the wood rotting? Or maybe the chain was rusted and weak? Could it have been too heavy? He didn't wanna think about if someone, Alastor, had made sure it fell. If the sinner had been the reason for it to fall, Lucifer is pretty sure that it had been meant to fall close to him and not directly on top of him. Hands above his head to hold lighting fixture, he looks in the shocked and relieved faces of the hotel residents.

"Are you okay?!"

"I'm fine kiddo. You know it takes more than something like this to harm your old man." A wave of his hand had it fixed up. "Any chance I could help with replacing damaged areas of the hotel?"

~

After being shown around the hotel, Lucifer stood out on a balcony with Charlie and her girlfriend. "You got a great place here kiddo. Could use a little love, care, and magic to fix up a few things. I'd be happy to help with that and getting you some material to set up a better structure for your guests."

"Thank you so much dad. That really means a lot. Honestly, I didn't think you'd wanna put so much work into it. Since you don't...."

"I know. I've pretty much given up. But you're a fighter and I want to be in your corner. I love that you want to see the best in people. Even if the sinners here are completely awful for the most part. Not to mention Heaven... they don't listen. Well... most of Heaven doesn't listen." Setting a hand on Charlie's shoulder, he gave her a small smile. "You know I'd fight anyone to protect you and your dream."

"Keeping that in mind... there's something we need to ask you." Vaggie didn't know what she was expecting from what her partner had told her about her dad, but this wasn't it. She knew Charlie didn't want to ask, but this was the best time to do it. So, the former angel took one for the team. "We need a meeting with Heaven-"

"Done."

"Wait. Just like that? Dad a-are you sure?"

"Of course. Adam has to be out of his fucking mind if he thinks he can get away with this shit. I've been trying to find a loophole in the deal for Exterminations. I gotta tell ya... I wasn't in the best frame of mind when I agreed to them. Not to mention, they had me backed into a corner with it. So, now I'm going to fix it however I can. It might take me a day or two to get it set up though." 

Something shook the hotel, interrupting their moment. Looking down at the scene on the ground, the three were shocked. Loan-sharks were attacking the hotel. Running down to the main floor, they took in the chaos inside. 

"All of you, get to a safe distance. I'll take care of this."

"No, my dear. Leave it to me. It's time to remind everyone why I am here. A reminder to all not to mess with the Radio Demon!" 

Lucifer watched in horror and fascination as Alastor grew larger than the building and started to massacre those other demons. Some of which he just swallowed whole. "Charlie... you remember those protection spells I taught you?"

"Yeah! I'm on it!"

"Okay. Now let's make sure this doesn't get too out of hand." Letting his wings out, the small king took to the sky to try and assist the sinner protecting the hotel. Not that there was much he could do. Alastor was handling it all quite nicely. The most Lucifer would have to do is help with repairs.

~

Today, Lucifer had learned something new about himself. He was helplessly and hopelessly drawn to and attracted to the radio demon. Everything about him charmed and pissed the king off at the same time.

It was fantastic! He hadn't felt like this in so long. The only problem is that he was too prideful to admit any of that to anyone. Well except for his daughter. Had to keep her in the know just in case.

Retiring to his room and skipping dinner, Lucifer laid back on his new bed. He couldn't sit through a group dinner tonight. Not with how soaked he felt. That would just be downright embarrassing!

Now... what was he supposed to do with this revelation?

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[chejuu]

20 questions for writers

thank you @wingdingery for the tag and excuse to self-indulgently talk about myself <3

1. how many works do you have on AO3? 17 on cheju, then 11 more on my various and sundry accounts 🫣

2. what's your total AO3 word count? 73,122 on cheju, a total of 110,145

3. what fandoms do you write for? nightwing + some original work as of late + various fandoms i used to be in that people request in fic exchanges

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos? like two days ago bad desire just surpassed the kudos of a ten-year-old sansa/margaery fic i published on my old account. wow! please ignore that i was writing smut at 16

setting aside my other accounts, then it’s diesis (smut), listen to teeth (smut), sex, lies, and audiotape (mafia au. also smut), and exactly what it looks like (silly identity porn crack)

5. do you respond to comments? always!

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? down together leaves it open but probably fits the bill, in that the sex makes things significantly worse between slade and dick

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Rescued Slut Thanks His Studly Savior is established relationship sladick fluff (if pure smut can be fluff i guess) which i thought i would never write so maybe that. or better now, but it's about theater camp (2023) which is already a feel-good comedy movie to begin with

8. do you get hate on fics? not yet. i feel like it's a rite of passage, tho. quick someone send me hate

9. do you write smut? If so, what kind? it’s like... all i do

10. do you write crossovers? no, but never saying never!

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? nope!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? i think i’d be too embarrassed

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? gotta be drarry (sorry sladick)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will? i plan to finish all my wips eventually, even the unpublished ones! at least any that have made it out of the notes app and into a word doc. the only one that maaay not make it is a recursive fic (author permission granted!) based on a popular sladick story—i’m a bit nervous about not living up to the original 🙈

16. What are your writing strengths? character voice, i think, and banter in particular. sexual tension, smut. so i've been told!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i hardly write anything longer than a single scene, let alone more than one chapter. the one time i've given it an earnest go, i've gotten so caught up in the weeds that i haven't updated in months T_T

i'd also like to get better at atmosphere. not so much descriptions of the setting, more like... creating a distinctive tone through detail, metaphor, word choice. sometimes i feel like unless i'm writing a very particular setting, the tone is just. nonexistent?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i honestly have zero thoughts

19. First fandom you wrote for? harry potter when was 14. wow it even has an A/N and everything

20. Favourite fic you've written? i think it’s bad desire so i’m glad the people agree hahah 

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tagging @lordwisteria @roipecheur @mattdillon @thesubtextis @ontheropesss !