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bepop-moon · 1 year ago

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!!SPOILERS!!

The Fourth Wing review !!!

WHAT. I just finished the fourth wing like 5 minutes ago and i NEED to talk about it before i go to the store and buy the second book.

- I am an ultimate book-lover and it takes a lot for me to dislike a book so this is just gonna be filled the positive things that i loved

I’ll get nerding about the world-building out the way first

So for starters, this book was so well written. As a fantasy lover, i’m a sucker for a well-built fantasy world. I loved how without being too heavy on description Rebecca managed to describe the world beautifully and naturally. I love how developed the history and culture is, the religion and beliefs and values.

I love Rebecca’s take on dragons. The idea of bonding and the mental communication and emotional connection. I don’t know how original it is but it was so well-done in this story. The design of the dragons and the different species are not overcomplicated and the way she wrote it made it easy to understand. I love the descriptions of the dragons, but also (this is just my opinion) i love that Rebecca didn’t shy away from the sheer size of the dragons. Ik in fantasy there are no rules about species like this, but in all folklore and mythology dragons are like, huge, and not enough books show that.

Overall, the world building is 10/10 and perfectly woven into the story.

Things that had my jaw on the floor

Something that had me ✨flabbergasted ✨ was the small details Rebecca snuck in there unnoticed. Now i was kicking myself when it came to Violet finally finding out her signet was lightning and Xaden tells her he suspected it from the first time they kissed. I went back and realised that in that scene lightning was striking. I usually pick up on these things 😭😭

Another example is- and this one hurt me physically because i realised like the paragraph before they said it- all the times dain “caressed her cheek” or “cupped her face” the actual vulgar little maggot (i hate him). I hate that they didn’t finish him off in this book and i so hope that Xaden or Violet ends him when they get back. if not i will.

Also, the ENDING??!! THE LAST FEW LINES??!! HELLO?!?!? I did call it though as soon as she woke up and Xaden looked at her wound and it was all healed up, i was like woah hang on i thought this was the venins poison. But I WASNT EXPECTING TO MEET HIM. I do want to just say that it really ticked me off because i don’t believe Xaden knew Brennan was alive but didn’t tell violet. I want to think he found out when he got there but i think he mentioned knowing this was the place to come or something. They must have a bloody good reason to be keeping this one ☝️

The characters 🥺🥺🥺

i was in love with EVERY single one of the characters. I love how every character was focussed on at one point or another so you could connect with all of them. I love the entire groups chemistry. I think an easier way to explain would be to go through them individually:

VIOLET- So, i made a post when i was in the early chapters of this book about how she annoyed me. She was very much a stereotypical “aren’t i just💁‍♀️…too small and weak🥺to play rugby👉👈” kind of girl, and i could see myself disliking the book if it kept up. I also said i can see how, if done correctly, she could have the BEST character development and gods, it didn’t disappoint. Rebecca showed Violet growing mentally and physically in a really real and natural way. It was forced, rushed or skimmed over. It was really a big part of the whole story, and i really loved it. Violet is my short, feisty girlboss and she’s litterally my idol. I volunteer as tribute guys, i will join the riders quadrant to be with her 😔😔. Dw, I can replace Liam. I love her sarcasm. She’s litterally me if i had confidence. Her chemistry with everyone else is on point.

RHIANNON- So dispite the fact that I was pronouncing her name wrong for a good chunk of the book, THIS GURL IS ONE OF MY FAVS. Everyone needs a friend like Rhi, period. She’s also a bisexual queen (** i will lead into this later) which makes me love her even more. Massive crush. She’s so badass.

RIDOC- okay now hes just a cutie patootie 🥰🥰 like “YES THATS OUR GIRL” when Vi beat the gauntlet had my heart melting. I want one. i want a ridoc. He’s my under appreciated baby.

THE OG GANG (Vi, Rhi, Ridoc, Sawyer)- I honestly wish they had more time. I could never get enough of them. The chemistry 😭 get me a friend group like this.

LIAM- i cried. no sorry i balled. like omg why was taking him like that necessary 😭😭 But i did know he was gonna die cuz i remember when he gave vi the wooden tairn he made, i said to myself “uh oh he’s too nice he’s not gonna live”. The emotional attachment i had to this man. But besides that, the whole backstory of him and Xaden being his foster-brother and the two of them having gone through so much together was soo good. I’m so glad Xaden was given a character to fall back on, and in a sad way, i’m glad that his loss was what made him break in the end. He stayed so strong for both Violet and Xaden. He’s so loyal and sweet, there is nothing not to love about him. RIP 🩷🩷🩷

XADEN- Where do i even start with this man. just love. love love love love ❤️ Ngl, i didn’t like his description and his initial impression looks-wise which (silly me with my high fictional person standards) put me off him for the first part. But- i made a post about this aswell- i think that’s just me personally not liking big, tall, dark, hunky men. I couldn’t picture him correctly. That is until i went onto pinterest and started picturing a slightly more buff Zayn Malik with fluffy hair and reading-glasses that i liked the sound of him a lot more. OkOk besides looks, I think Xaden is my favourite character. He was so compassionate to Violet as they got closer, and just every small thing he did i loved. I mostly loved how gift-giving is his love language. Okay let’s list off the things Xaden gave: The dagger, the saddle, flowers, dick, coffee, head, his jacket, more daggers. lol anyway he had it made just for her 😭😭 So i love how we got to see him and his high defences all come crumbling down at the end. He knew he messed up when he kept secrets, and the way he was like “i will try every day for the rest of my life to make you trust me again”. The battle- Liams loss and thinking he lost Violet must’ve affected him so much i just wanna give him a big hug. AND HIS CHAPTER AT THE END 😭 i squealed when i saw it was his perspective. i want more of that ngl. When he said he felt unloved since his father died. He’s a little bundle of trauma and i love him for that. Angst aside, the pet name, the banter, the mind talking thing THE CHEMISTRY AHHHH. Best boy.

The Family trio (Liam, Xaden, Bodhi)- their connection was so cute and refreshing. It was so nice to see Xaden have people he can rely on other than Vi, and they are so iconic. I wish they got more time. I also wanted to see more of Bodhi and how he dealt with Liam’s loss. It was all very Xaden-heavy. Let’s not forget about him 🥺

The cool bois 😎 (Xaden, Garrick, Bodhi)- Honestly, i bet they act like young teenagers. I like to imagine them getting extremely competitive over a card game like dobble or smt and flipping the table. The way Garrick and Bodhi both always had Xaden’s back, keeping his secrets, knowing his history, which he doesn’t tell many people. They also quietly had Violets back too, when they cleaned up her room after her attack in the night, and then hauled in a new armoire after their.. evening together. They are also funny and Garrick and Bodhi are so quick to defend Xaden in a rlly wholesome way.

Sex 🫢

Okay so this is a fun one 🤩 First i’ll talk about sexuality in this book and the representation. Although this is just a small detail my queer ass naturally picks up on, is how i love that sexuality isn’t an explicitly identified thing in this world, it just is what it is. You sleep with who you sleep with, you love who you love. It’s not a labelled thing. Rhiannon slept with tara- normal. Then she slept with Sawyer- normal. Ridoc slept with some older guy idk- normal. Ridoc then made jokes about sleeping with violet. normal. It’s just so natural and normalised and i like that she didn’t read too deep into it. that’s all. And also the Non-binary (again not labelled) rep with i think their name was Heaton? idk but i like never see they/thems in books so it was kinda nice. I think it’s a nice thing about creating a fantasy world, you can litterally portray things like this however you want, because it’s your fictional society, and you can give them whatever norms and values you want.

Ok smut 🫣. The book had good smut, a dedicated smut chapter, and a lot of steamy moments after that. But i won’t lie to you, the main smut scene was giving edward cullen destroying the bed 😥 like ngl i was scared- and then the lightning?!? girl- anyway it was wild. I like how Xaden was openly humble, reluctant to go any further in fear of “taking advantage of her after a shit day”, He cares so much 🥺❤️. The consent was a nice part. And then another thing, that kind of relates to what i was saying about the perks of being able to create the norms of a fictional society, is how they both mentioned they were on fertility surpressants. Both of them, not just her. I liked that small detail. OTHERWISE I WAS LITTERALLY SCARED FOR HER LIFE ON THAT SCENE😭😭

My only complaint about this in particular, some might disagree is that as much as i like smut in a book, i prefer it a lot more when it’s evenly split with fluff and wholesome cuddles and forehead kisses and stuff. It was just a very sexual-heavy relationship. Although, it’s understandable considering they ARENT ACTUALLY DATING !!!

Just some other things i liked:

- Tairn and Andarna 🥺 They are so cute just eeee!!

- Golden one and silver one

- “violence”

- Jesinia, using sign. love 👏the👏inclusivity👏

- The way the storyline all came together at the end. It’s just the best feeling when you read a book and you’re getting the ending and you can see all the small details tying together perfectly, and Rebecca did SUCH a good job at that

- I love the note at the beginning saying “the following text has been translated..” because it adds such a cool small layer of depth to the whole story

- How Rebecca showed violets trauma. She couldn’t bring herself to show weakness in front of others so she runs away to somewhere where she knows she can be alone to cry. How everything comes crumbling down on her when she sees mira again. How she panics when someone she loves is at risk. How she has flashbacks when she killed Barlowe. Beautiful 😍

- Jack’s death being her discovery of her signet and a big moment for her, how it was ruined by the fear and instant trauma of killing him (lol he had it coming)

Complaints !!

I don’t think i have many complaints about this book at all, only that all the guys look the same with different hair colours 😭 i said earlier about how i don’t like the stereotypical buff protective guy and that’s what im imagining them all as. More male diversity. Obvs i mentioned the lack of fluff. Probably could’ve done with more angst.

also dain was the biggest ick from the start

The next book???

I CANT WAIT!! i’ll probably stop by and buy it tomorrow. There are a few things i’m interested in:

-Brennan 🧍‍♂️

-Xadenviolet fixing itself

-Torturing Dain 😍

-The REBELLION!! hunger games who? violet everdeen who?

something i do hope is that it continues right where it left off, because istg if rebecca decides to do something clever and introduce a whole new set of characters and not even MENTION my babies until like the end of the book i will come to her house and scrap her (a formal threat). I hope it will be just as good as the first one!! it was very quick to be released but i bet she has a trilogy or series or something lined up she will be popping out soon. I don’t see Iron Flame being the last book of the series.

Conclusion 🤩🤩💃🕺

10/10 would recommend to young-adult readers!! It just had the perfect blend of, fantasy world, storyline, romance, plot twists and action that a story could have. Will give me so much daydreaming material to work with. Very inspiring for my own fantasy world aswell !! lots of small details to take inspo from and a very cool world to explore. The whole Xadenviolet arc from start to not-so-finish is annoyingly touching and Dain is just annoying!! (i hate him)

If you got this far thanks for reading :) xx

#book review #the fourth wing #xadenviolet #violet and xaden #fantasy #fantasy books #dragons #tfw #rebecca yarros #iron flame

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s0c1al-r3j3ct · 4 years ago

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Pinky Promises and Hugs From the Wind {Ray x Fem! Reader TPN}

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Hi! This is my first story here I hope you like it! Request stories from me however that works as well! I don't get very inspired all the time so please, I'll write for you no matter how specific or odd! I'm still figuring out tumblr so as I said in my bio, bare with me through my writing journey and me figuring out tumblr because it seems the one thing I am not advanced with is technology lol.

KEY: Y/F/F = your fav flower F/L = first letter of your name

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Who would have thought a childhood promise could be kept?

It was a sunny day at Gracefield Orphanage. Two children around 5 years-old stood under a large tree tree reading a book. This book involved something called romance or love. They didn’t fully understand the word but they were drawn to it. They read about the beautiful girl marrying the beast because she saved him in all the ways she could. That made the young, slightly sleepy, boy think of her. She was sitting right next to him, looking over his shoulder as he read the end of that chapter. Her beauty was beyond compare in all aspects of the word. She saw through how closed off he was and made a great relationship with him. He wanted to marry her. He wanted to spend the rest of his days reading to her and seeing that smile or hearing her laughter. “Ray, when we get older I want to get married and have a family.” she says a bit bashfully. “With who?” “You of course silly. Would you do that for me?”... “Yeah I think that would be nice.” He said with a rare smile. “Pinky Promise?” They interlocked their pinkies, kissed their thumbs, and stuck them together for extra strength as she called it.

Now they would finally fulfill that promise they made oh so long ago. They decided to get married at the same spot they made that promise. The big tree with the two carvings “L+I” and “R+(F/L).” They had carved their names on that tree when they were 11 and 12 just before they escaped. It was kind of like a parting gift to the place they used to call home. They also had it there because so many firsts happened there, their first time holding hands, their first kiss, everything they did together for the first time happened there. It was only fair they would have the first wedding for humans under that tree.

Ray stood under the arch of flowers, nervously straightening his tie. Norman stood in the middle of the arch waiting with Ray. He put his large hand on Ray’s shoulder and said “Your tie is straight, relax.” That did little to quell his fast beating heart and sweaty palms but at least he had a friend to reassure him.

You stood in a room with some of the other girls. Gilda was straightening up your dress, Anna was making sure your bouquet was perfect, and Emma was staring in admiration. You were stunning. You looked effortlessly beautiful and radiant. They stepped back to admire their work and squealed. “Ray will love it!” They said in unison.

You walked down to where Mister or “Yuugo” as you knew him by now stood waiting for you. (Ik he is dead but pretend he is not so he can walk you down the aisle!) You were like his own daughter so seeing you in that beautiful white dress and long veil covering your face made him shed a minuscule tear. You met him in the middle and he put out his arm for you to grab. You smiled and he smiled back. Although he would never admit it, he was proud. This was his family of sorts and he was giving away his “daughter.”

Nat started playing the piano once he saw you take a step out into the aisle. Carol walked in front of you and Mister as she threw flowers on the walkway. You still remember when she came to this exact place when she was just a baby and you held her for the first time. Now she was 12 years old and was just like what Emma was like as a kid. Phil walked behind you holding two rings on a pillow. He grew up too fast for your liking. He was 16 now and quite tall. It made you feel old seeing him so grown up when it felt like just yesterday you could hold him on your hip.

The crowd of people went silent and stared in awe as you walked down the aisle. Your hair glistened and your eyes sparked as the sun hit them oh so perfectly. Your bouquet was magnificent as well. It consisted of an assortment of white flowers and for a pop of color, (Y/F/F).

Ray tensed and his eyes widened a bit. She was more beautiful than he would have ever imagined and he had imagined it a lot. He started to tear up as you got closer. You were going to be his wife in just a few minutes. It made him look back on all the things you did together from your very first conversation to your first kiss. It felt like this all but a dream.

“You may now kiss the bride!” said Norman in an enthusiastic tone.

Ray lifted the veil over your face and looked into your eyes with all the love in his heart.

After what felt like hours of staring into each other's eyes Ray kissed you. It was filled with every emotion he could fit in it. The crowd erupted in cheers and some wolf whistles from Thoma and Lannion. Then, you both did something no one expected.

You and Ray put your foreheads together and smiled softly as you made another pinky promise. You were silently promising to follow your vows. Even though you had previously done so a pinky promise felt more real. You kissed your thumbs, stuck them together, and sealed it with another kiss on the lips.

In the night, after the reception, you and Ray were celebrating yourselves without anyone around. (not dirty stuff lol) Then the sound of water hitting the window pane interrupted your happy little hug.

It was like when you were younger. You would both go out in the rain after your escape and just slow dance. You would hug, kiss maybe, but you both enjoyed it a lot. Though you never knew, some of the little kids would spy on you two in these moments and just make quiet “aww’s.”

You dragged Ray out into the rain and you just started swaying. You didn’t care if you would be soaking wet or sick in the morning, you just wanted to stare into your husband’s eyes and never want this moment to end.

Then you heard a click. You looked up and saw Ray pulling out a picture from his camera. It was a much more up to date model that he got as a wedding gift. What would be a better first photo than one of his beloved wife?

You both just laughed.

“You know there's one thing I want to add to our vows…” said Ray “I will always dance in the rain with you. Even when I’m in my rocker.” you both finished off in unison.

As you said those words you both looked up to the gray sky and said yet again in unison “We did it Mama.”

Then you felt a gust of wind grasp both your shoulders, as if to hug you.

You both knew it was Isabella and you knew she was smiling down at both of you.

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#ray x reader #ray tpn #the promised neverland #x reader #tpn fanfic #oneshot #first story #hi ily #xo <3

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rokurookajima · 8 days ago

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thank you so much for the tag kat!!! also to you AND nightmare - i am so honored and grateful to make the favorites list!! i can die happy if metalbanders and ratatouille style are my LEGACY (and thank god for the ratatouille style emojis 🫡)

Words Written:

ok so i actually calculated a ton of variations on my annual words written yesterday JUST because …idk i have OCD? so i have several answers for this i was unexpectedly prepared

so as far as what’s made it to ao3 - 30,768 (39311 counting the fic i finished NEW YEAR’S EVE but didn’t get the chance to final proofread and post)

published + wips that may or may not eventually make it to ao3 (including the rest of claw machine plus a bunch of other stuff and yes it’s all waava): 66,092

work on my original novel (bitter tooth): something around 58,000 (i couldn’t quite remember all the scenes i wrote specifically in 2024, plus i’m constantly adding or subtracting from older scenes so that’s the best estimate i got)

TOTAL: 127,436 (which is.. insanely.. a bit longer than where everything i’ve ever written officially in the bitter tooth canon including actual canon timeline + post canon i b writing for fun)

Smut Scenes:

this is honestly impossible for me to count LMAO let’s assume like .. maybe half of that total word count look i’m not right in the head okay!!!

New Things I Tried:

canon waava!! i mean still “canon” since human form raava and all, but stillll ! back in the day i only ever wrote a couple scenes that never went anywhere taking place during/post beginnings, everything that saw the light of day was metalbanders! writing any type of fantasy or non-modern anything is not rlly my wheelhouse, so i’m excited to finally feel like i cracked writing CANON waava, there’s always been ideas i’ve wanted to do (and y’know…. not naming names but one of them came to fruition in a big way… let’s say it has something to do with a certain rat…..)

Fic I spent the most time on:

definitely claw machine 🙏🏻 which is the longest multi chapter fic i’ve ever written, i’m much more a one shot fanfic guy usually. also insane and worth noting.. i wrote the first 4 chapters and a good maybe 3rd of the 5th in the span of one (1) single week which ive REALLY never cranked out anything that fast. but ive stalled on that mainly bc of getting distracted by other ideas, but also it’s a natural part of the process innit

Fic I spent the least time on:

NO IDEA HOW but i literally wrote and although i was burning in like… an hour? 2 hours tops? i for real feel like i opened google docs, blacked out, and when i came to i had written that whole thing

Favorite Thing I Wrote:

much like kat’s answer, i really am so happy with everything i’ve written this year and tho it is hard to choose favorites…

in reguards to fanfiction, it’s definitely claw machine. metalbanders au is my BABY and i’m sooooo so happy to finally be writing the Big Fic i really wanted to give it 10 years ago but didn’t quite have the skills or drive yet. i’m glad it sat on the back burner til now bc it wouldn’t at all have been what i’ve been able to make it today

as far as bitter tooth (which ik i can only give a super vague answer bc no one even knows what it’s about here lmao), i wrote a lot more for the second half that i’m especially happy with. a scene that sticks out to me is a conversation the main boy (his name is simon he’s very unwell bc unfortunately i gave all my worst qualities to him hehe) has with a girl he meets in the psych ward .. while i was writing that, i the author felt like i was finally putting together some plot points i’d never quite answered for myself to the point it felt like i was actually HAVING this conversation with him and not the one writing it out

Favorite thing I read:

i actually didn’t read much fanfiction until this fall when i deep dived straight back into waava hell so i only have a few but!!

bonded by @katkastrofa - what an absolute masterpiece… i said so much already in a long ass review that lead to me and kat becoming friends which i mean what a blessing first of all. but a fic hasn’t left me in shambles like this in SO long, it made me fully cry in the bathtub while reading it, and just hit so so many things i want in a fic

the darkest sun and the brightest star by @shadelorde - i’m so excited to see where this goes!! it’s off to such an interesting start with a fun mix of serious and humor (vaatu is just such a delightful trip), and it’s the first sunstar i’ve ever read (idk if you invented sunstar fr nightmare but to me, you did) ! and likewise, i’m so happy we met! even if technically it was before i read this, even stillll

nothing lasts forever by queenpersephoneofhades - this was from waava week 2014 which was the first waava week and also the only one i participated in before this year!! i remember reading a few chapters from it back then, but re-found it and reading it start to finish is…. 😮‍💨 oof. a doozy, an absolute gut punch ending. SO good

all of alice’s (@ebonynightwriter) waava week drabbles!! i always enjoy her submissions every year, they’re such good little glimpses into their relationship during & post canon, and sometimes AU

ok also i haven’t read yet but i am VERY excited to deep dive into all of kat & nia’s multiverse fics in the future 🙏🏻

Writing goals for next year:

number 1 .. probably obvious. finish claw machine - there are 3 chapters to go & the next one is just barely shy of being done.

but also i have been spinning so many ideas with kat for various canon waava shenanigans that i’ve already written so many little snippets of, i really would love to turn all of those into something complete. it’s far away, but also i hope to participate in waava week 2025 again! whether writing or drawing. i’m also very very tempted to rewrite my two original metalbanders fics from 2013/2014 (because again.. the ocd…..) - i love them for what they were but ykno ofc my 17/18 year old writing is uhhh pretty different from 28, and especially since they contain a lot of important lore to the au / a lot of references to them in claw machine, there are somethings that don’t quite fit what i’ve decided is officially canon now (and some tones that are off, just y’know they’re 10 years old……)

and ofc…. i wanna keep working on bitter tooth. that is my truest baby, those characters are my literal children, and if i could get it to a point where it can be read from tentative start to tentative finish (i write out of order, so i have scenes written from every plot point through the whole narrative, but as it stands, i don’t think someone else could remotely read through what exists … MAYBE they could follow the plot from what there is, but i don’t think there would be enough gradual build in between to make anyone INVESTED enough y’know). that said… i write bitter tooth all for me babe, i genuinely don’t know if i’d ever publish it if i were to finish it, and idk if i’d ever even let anyone read it all?? BUT FOR ME. and inevitably i’m sure i’ll let friends read it. i want it to be readable which feels potentially feasible for 2025. i’d love to see it COMPLETE but…..i think that’s a 2026 issue. at least

the whole 🗑️🔥 gang is all here, so anyone reading that wants to do this, pls tell ‘em sydney sent you! but also my girly pop… @fenharel-is-so-swell if you wanna talk about your novel!!!!

Year-End Writer's Roundup: 2024 Edition!

thanks so much for the tag @sweetorangepoptart!! i had to wait to actually do this until i finished the last fic i wanted to post for the year, so now it's time for the roundup!

i'm honestly not sure who to tag, so if you see this and you wrote anything this year, feel free to do it and say i tagged you!!

Words written (published or not, WIPs totally count too!!):

let's not even get into my WIPs there's so many lol. going by just published works, i wrote 73,234 words!! honestly crazy to think about!

Smut scenes:

three! all in their own standalone works. doing the math, that means my smut fics alone take up about 1/3 of my words written this year haha

New things I tried:

i've written for lots of ships for the first time this year! in fact, i believe all the ships i wrote for are the first-time ships for me, which is always very exciting

as well, i tried a slightly different writing style than usual in my fic i'm glad i get forever to see where you went. i really enjoyed writing like this, and i can definitely see myself doing it again in the future!

Fic I spent the most time on:

i think that title has to go to my fic Likewise, as it sat half-finished in my drafts for... honestly most of this year i think

Fic I spent the least time on:

i can't say 100% for sure, but i think my fic Something Nice. it was written for yangvik week, and it was quite literally written the same day it was published. i did that several times during the week, but as this one's word count is a bit lower than the others, i think it's most likely the one i spent the least time on

Favorite thing I wrote:

ughhhhh this is like asking me to pick my favorite child. i love them all!! but if i had to choose, i think i need to go with The Push. i am honestly so proud of this fic, and i actually go back and reread it quite frequently. it also became popular beyond my wildest belief, and was sort of my jumpstart into the yangvik ship/fandom. the response to it helped give me the confidence to write seven (and counting!) more yangvik fics!!

Favorite thing I read:

actually this is like having to pick a favorite child. how can i possibly choose when i read not only lots of fic, but lots of good fic?? i've gotta choose multiple lol

anything by my lovely mutual @katkastrofa, i legitimately can't choose any specific one to focus on because they're all so incredibly written! Ruby by KingWuko; i love all your wuko fics but this one in particular gets me every time! and outside of the atla fandom, i've been really enjoying this owl house fic on ao3!

Writing goals for next year:

honestly? just keep writing! writing fanfiction has honestly been incredibly helpful for me while i'm in college. seriously, my mental health is always so much worse when i'm not writing. even if i don't publish it, writing is so good for my brain. so i want to keep up with it as i go into the new year!

i've also worked on a loose writing schedule for the upcoming year - i'm not holding myself to it super strongly but i really am going to try and follow it! it's just a way to help me focus more on individual fics and know when i want to try and finish them. that way i can do things like publishing fics for friends' birthdays and participating in more fandom events!

and last but not least, a semi-writing goal that i have is to host another wonderful yangvik week! the 2024 event was amazing, and since it ended even more people have found it and expressed interest, so i 100% would like to do it again. and if i do it again, this time i'm going to try and write for all seven days! considering i wrote for six last time, it seems pretty manageable lol

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thanks again for the tag! this has been a great writing year for me, and i can't wait to see what 2025 holds!

#i do actually have ocd y’know for posterity #recent diagnosis but we’ve all wondered for years #my writing #bittertooth #metalbanders

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booperbeanv3 · 3 years ago

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IDK IF I COUNT AS A MUTUAL BUT PLEASE INFORM ME ABT THE AU YOU SPEAK OF,,,,, I’m running out of writing ideas (lie)

basically it's a teen-sitcom-style modern au. title is a work in progress but i've been thinking of writing out myself bc i just think it would be really funny

tankoubon kinda thing with a backing plot [when will the gays get together] but it's mostly just banter: the novel

ages are. idk yet but susato is probably early to mid teens and kazuma/ryuunosuke are late teens [they're deaged bc the 7 year age difference would mean either susato is super young or asoryuus are too old for funnie teen shit]

protag/pov chara is susato bc i think it would be funny. the story starts at some sorta out-of-context asoryuu bit and the whole "freeze. let's rewind to the ACTUAL beginning" thing happens

[exposition below]

a few weeks ago kazuma came back from school after the speech competition he was preparing for for a while. he is absolutely livid. sorta at everything, mostly himself bc he flubbered up the last bit and "Will Forever Bear The Shame On His Shoulders" [basically normal canon]

he starts ranting about how his "guaranteed win" is now no longer guaranteed ["oh that's a shame you're very clear and reasonable about your opinions" "ik susato but let me finish"] and that instead of him some... guy ended up getting the lead instead

this. didn't make him mad actually. he just felt really intense during the whole thing

like yeah he had a good speech and the way he spoke was pleasing to listen to. he has a smooth way of speaking that goes really nicely over the ear. but seriously? he would've totally done better if he didn't fuck up

so then he's like "there is something about him that's sticking out to me and it bothers me because he is [quite literally] SO boring. he bothers me so much and every time i pass by him i have this urge"

"to what?"

"to... i don't know. i think i hate him"

cue susato internal facepalm. "maybe talk to him about it"

"yeah i'll give him a piece of my mind"

and cue next day after school where he does the stupid "why do you speak like that" and ryuu even stupider goes "it's a hobby. speaking fast" and they instantly gel and kazuma never brings ryuunosuke up to susato again until he suddenly comes to their house

to kazuma it's cool bc ryuunosuke wants to see his sword or w/e hey look susato SOMEONE thinks i'm not clinging onto old hopes

but susato is like. "isn't this the guy you wanted to maim and kill two weeks ago"

back to the present. that's all i have down that's clear

i imagine that susato and rei would have regular talks about random things. school, home, other friends, kazuma. eventually this distant fruitiness will ping into susato's head and she'll bring it up to rei

this starts a tumbling snowball where as asoryuus develop more and susahaos keep chitter chattering kazuma and susato realise they gave the gay to each other

they always had suspicions about the other but never themselves

kazuma probably figures it out first though and after that susato is like "shit maybe i do like rei" and then is like "but i'm not a pretty bishounen charmer! how will we ever be more than friends" and pov Susato Goes Masc [ryuutarou]

i literally have no idea what to do with ryuutarou but i'll figure it out

other funny things to include:

ryuunosuke has archery club outside of school on weekends and falls asleep with the guard on hence why he wears it all the time

karuma still exists and is old as balls. idk if kazuma still carries her around all the time bc i don't think you can wave big swords around school hallways [regardless on its family heirloom status] so it's probably in his room somewhere perfectly cared for and regularly used for training

this is 70% of the reason why he has no friends [he is feared or made fun of this is a 50/50 divide]

susato is still a devout fan of herlock sholmes, legendary british detective who is still alive bc yuujin is. there'll probably be a chapter where he comes to [country] and she's super excited and gets her books signed while ryuunosuke casually goes "oh yeah we're good friends he stumbled upon us when asougi passed out" and yuujin is super super casual with sholmes and yeah her dad fucked herlock sholmes

"were all those business trips to the UK because you were fornicating with mr. sholmes answer me honestly"

lastly i imagine asoryuus and susahaos share the same link about super Super gay best friends [ryuu and rei] and their oblivious partners [kazuma and susato]

that's all i have planned. susato would be a wingwoman but honestly kazuma seems fiery enough to stumble into this whole thing by accident and make a whole plan on how to maximise ryuunosuke time bc "the intense feeling hasn't gone away and i need to look through things further" and oh. ohhhhh it's because- pov relationship blossoms.

susahaos are a little more blurry but i want to make them important too it is GUARANTEED [literally susato is the protagonist]

yeah

#dgs #bean stuff #bean answers

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rhysismydaddy · 5 years ago

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We’re Fighting (Nessian fluff)

Ik I said I was coming out with Malorian, but when do I ever do anything I say? Anyway, here’s some wrote-in-five-minutes, total fluff/humor for Nessian.

I’ve been releasing a lot of little blurbs recently, so a multi-chapter fic is coming next!

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Nesta was on her side, glaring at the wall, when she felt a very heavy, very familiar weight settle into the mattress behind her. The frigidity of her glare increased.

“Why are you in my bed?”

She heard that soft, sensuous chuckle she’d always loved a little too much. “Nesta baby, you’re a fucking nutcase. We live together.”

Rolling her eyes, she bit back, “We’re fighting. Sleep on the couch.”

“Don’t roll your eyes at me, little lady,” he laughed, somehow sensing what she’d done. “And we aren’t fighting. You are pissed off, and won’t tell me what I did. I’m innocent.”

That got her attention.

“Innocent?” she yelled, whirling around and smacking his shoulder. “Innocent!”

Cassian smiled up at her, always happy to ruffle her feathers, and gripped his shoulder in mock pain. “Naughty, naughty.”

She ignored her body’s response to that and hit him again. He grinned.

“Innocent as freaking Mary.”

“Sleep on the couch.”

Her boyfriend of over four years scoffed at that idea. “Absolutely not. You bought that thing, which means it’s meant for fucking midgets. I can hardly fit a single butt cheek on it.”

A smile tugged at her lips, but she snuffed it out. “That sounds like a you problem, Cassian.”

“Actually, it sounds like a you problem, because I’m not leaving.” He reinforced his decision by closing his eyes and letting out a loud, obnoxious snore.

Despite herself, she laughed a bit. “If you think that’s going to annoy me, you should really hear yourself when you’re actually asleep. It’s even worse. You sound like a dying moose.”

His golden eyes opened again, bright with humor. “I don’t snore.”

“Yes, you do. Every single night. But it won’t bother me tonight, because you’re going to the couch!”

“I don’t think I am.”

She cursed him soundly, flopping back down to her pillow. He smiled, closing his eyes again, sure he’d won the argument. An idea formed, and she didn’t even caution herself before leaning over and squeezing his nostrils together tightly.

His eyes flew open, and he flicked her wrist until she let go. “What are you doing?”

“If you stay in the bed, you’re not going to get an ounce of sleep,” she told him, dead serious. She’d stay up all night if she had to.

He rolled his eyes, but instead of retorting, just looked at her, eyes drilling holes into her soul. “Why are you mad? Why is what I said at dinner such a big deal?”

Her anger and annoyance threatened to retreat at how soft his voice was. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Big enough for you to try and boot me out of the bed,” he commented.

Nesta rolled her eyes in deflection, turning on her back and looking up at the ceiling. It wasn’t a big deal.

At least it shouldn’t have been.

He hadn’t done anything different or unusual. Someone in their friend group had joked about how long they’d been together, and he’d given the company line they’d both said numerous times: “Least we’re not married.”

It was kind of a joke between them.

When they’d first met six years ago, they’d both decided against getting married. Cassian thought it was pointless, and Nesta had seen firsthand what a bad marriage could do to someone’s spirit.

Her sisters had even resigned themselves to never being bridesmaids. Everyone had accepted it.

But for some reason, when he’d said it earlier that night, something in her chest had crumpled. Especially since it was true.

They’d been together for so long, she couldn’t imagine her life without him. But she still called him her boyfriend. Not her husband, not her partner.

Boyfriend.

Which, given what she’d learned earlier this week, made it sound like they were in fucking high school.

“I’m waiting,” he reminded her, poking her in the arm.

“Just go to sleep, Cas.”

He did no such thing. Propping himself up on an elbow, her boyfriend looked down at her with questioning eyes. He was always so understanding with her, even when she acted insane. “Tell me.”

“It’s nothing; you were right. I’m so happy, I’m shooting daisies out of my ass. Goodnight.”

Cassian laughed a little, but didn’t give up the chase.

“Have you changed your mind about getting married?” he asked, way too good at reading her face and emotions. “You’re upset that we’re not married?”

His gaze on her was too much, so she pressed her eyes shut and blocked it out. Despite not being able to see him, she knew he was still right there, waiting. And that he’d continue to wait until she gave in. So she sighed and let the words she’d been holding in loose.

“I’m eight weeks pregnant,” she whispered, ears going into overdrive to pick up his response.

They were met with nothing but silence.

For once in his lifetime, Cassian was silent.

She wanted to see him, wanted to know his every expression, but was too scared what it might be.

Curiosity won out in the end, and she peeked her eyes open, only to be stunned by what she saw.

Instead of nervousness or anger or dread, he was smiling from ear to ear, a look she’d never seen in his eyes. “You’re pregnant?”

Nesta nodded, confused.

They’d talked about having kids, but they always agreed to wait a few years before even seriously discussing it. But he looked... he looked thrilled.

Before she could ask, his head came towards hers, and he kissed her softly, then quickly ducked down to rest his head against her chest. She could feel his smile against her skin as his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to him.

Then his hands snuck down to her still-flat belly, and he murmured, “I’m going to be a dad.”

She nodded.

“We’re getting married.”

That was a change in topic.

“What?”

He glanced up at her, eyes still full of so much joy it took her breath away. “You clearly don’t like the idea of being a mom with a boyfriend, so you can have a husband instead.”

The stupid organ in her chest swelled so quickly she thought she might pass out, but she still muttered, “Great. Now all I have to do is find one.”

“You’re so very funny,” he said back, flicking her nose.

His hands were still on her belly. “So you’re not mad?”

“Mad?” He looked at her like she was crazy. “First of all, it takes two to make a baby, so I could never be mad at you. Second, I’ve always wanted to be a dad. And to see you barefoot and pregnant, yelling at me over something stupid.”

She didn’t have time to respond to how true that was likely going to become before he scooted down the bed and began to press kisses all over her stomach and abdomen.

“You’re giving me the greatest gift possible, Nesta,” he murmured in between kisses, and a tear slipped down her cheek. “I’m so fucking excited.”

“Me, too,” she whispered back, finally admitting it to herself.

Because she was excited. He’d make a great dad, and she couldn’t wait to see the child they’d created.

His cheek against her stomach, Cassian asked, “City hall tomorrow, or a big, fancy wedding with you in a tulle gown and me with my hair slicked back?”

Nesta flicked the top of his head, even though she couldn’t stop smiling. “City hall tomorrow. It has to be in the afternoon, because I have a doctors appointment in the morning.”

“A baby-related doctors appointment?” he asked, coming back up to hover above her with a small smile on his lips. When she nodded, he said immediately, “I’m coming.”

She raised her eyebrows.

“I’m coming to all of them.”

Something about that statement, and the fact that he was willing to marry her whenever and wherever she wanted, made another tear escape. He brushed it away with his thumb, looking a little concerned.

“I love you, Cassian.”

The concern vanished, replaced by nothing short of admiration and love and happiness. “I love you, too. I’ve wanted to marry your stubborn ass since the day I met you. I’ve just been waiting for you to realize you wanted it, too.”

Nesta rolled her eyes, a huge smile on her face. He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes.

He kissed her softly, both of them grinning like idiots. “Can I sleep in the bed, then?”

She nodded and laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and vowing to never let go.

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This made me so happy to write. I’m such a sucker for cheesy fluff. Thanks for reading. Drop prompts/asks in the box :)

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jbarness · 4 years ago

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huh, that's new

a social media au

[27: news]

warnings: language, "pregnancy"?? uhh idk what else hehehe

a/n: this is a pretty long chapter i think? (2000+ words) im very nervous about this chapter cause its kinda a big deal asdfghjk anyways, please please please tell me what you think about this! and ik this idea is very odd HAHAHAHA but what else would you expect from two dumbasses named bucky and y/n? hehehe i really hope you enjoy this chapter!! ♡

flashback is italicized

huh, that's new - masterlist

You wanted to laugh so badly.

For some reason, your housemates are panicking over who the hell set this gender reveal party up in the living room.

It was you. With the help of Bucky of course.

Natasha and Wanda have been shouting “I’m not pregnant, I think you are!” to each other for about 10 minutes now. Steve decided that he needed answers too, so he joined in the shouting. Pietro’s talking to his camera, probably vlogging the whole thing. Peter’s talking on the phone with MJ asking if she set this up. Sam’s the only one enjoying the food. Bucky was looking at you from across the room, keeping the smile from forming on his face.

Just about an hour or so ago, you and Bucky were just setting the whole thing up. Bucky was pushing the table to the living room when you arrived with the cake. You placed the rest of the blue and pink food on the table along with other decorations. There were many variations of food, but the cupcakes that have toppers that said: “Here for the Sex” were Bucky’s personal favorite despite not knowing how they taste. The balloons were still lifeless when both of you hung the streamers on the walls with the banner that matched the topper of the cupcakes. After finally finding the balloon pump, blue and pink balloons filled the living room. Some were on the floor while you hung the others on the wall. When you were content with the appearance of the room, you and Bucky went your separate ways.

You got the idea of throwing a gender reveal party when you were working at the diner one evening. “You’ll be at the gender reveal party next week right?” the woman at the booth asked her friend. “Of course, Jill asked me to pick up the cake,” Her friend says. When you got the idea, you thought it was silly, so you dismissed it. Later on, you thought of more ideas and details to add, then in a blink of an eye, you were in the bakery, asking the baker if they can make a three-layered cake of your favorite flavor with the inside colored blue.

“Maybe P set this all up for a prank again?” Nat looked at Pietro who was filming the whole thing. “Just because I have a channel that doesn’t mean I always prank!” Pietro said, turning off his camera.

Steve sighed, “Okay, one by one. Nat and I were the first ones here, but it was all here already when we arrived. Wanda was the next one here, she was in the bookstore the whole morning. Bucky and Sam were next and they only came here because he saw the Instagram story of Nat. Pietro and Peter came home today from LA and Peter from Tony’s. Lastly, Y/N came home from the cafe,” everyone nodded.

After a couple of minutes of silence, you couldn’t handle it anymore, “Okay, I can’t do it. I give up. It was me. I set this up,” you laughed.

“But why Y/N?” Peter gasped, “Are you pregnant?”

Everyone’s eyes were on you now. Natasha’s eyes widened, “Wait, who’s the father?”

Bucky was laughing internally, you could tell. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, he turned around to look at the window. You could see his shoulders slightly shaking, he’s definitely laughing. Good thing the attention wasn’t on him. “I uhh… I don’t know,” you said. You technically haven't met Bucky's dad, you were being honest.

“Doesn’t matter, my sweet Y/N! We’ll support you and help you. Anything you need” Sam swallowed the macaroon whole before going to you and hugging you tightly.

“I know you will.” In less than a minute, you were trapped in the middle of the group hug.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner? We would’ve known the gender by now!” Pietro said as the group untangled from the hug.

You laughed, “I was enjoying the show.”

“Well, come on! I wanna know if my godchild is a boy or a girl!” Wanda yelled excitedly and went to the kitchen to grab the knife.

Bucky walked towards you before you could join the others who are now gathered at the table, waiting for plates and the knife. “I’m tellin’ ya, doll, they’re gonna be frustrated at us,” he said. You shrugged, “They already are.”

Wanda handed you the knife to cut the cake. Everyone took out their phones to take a video of the “soon-to-be-mother”. You were trying very hard not to laugh at this point and so was Bucky, who was taking a video of his friends’ reactions to what they’re about to say.

You sliced a triangle on one side of the cake and pulled it out, showing blue. “Oh my God! It’s a boy!” Peter yelled, jumping around with Pietro. Sam and Steve took turns hugging you and they were later pushed aside by Wanda and Nat. “I’m happy for you, hun I am, but I really hope that a girl comes out of you,” Natasha said while hugging you and Wanda tightly.

You cleared your throat, catching everyone’s attention, “It’s actually a Bucky” you said, nonchalantly.

“Bucky?” Wanda pulled away slightly from the hug, making Nat do the same. “A Bucky? As in it’s Bucky’s baby?” Steve asked, wide-eyed, obviously excited, looking at Bucky who is now looking back at you, covering his mouth with his hands, to keep himself from laughing.

“I meannnnn… Bucky... is my... baby,” you said while extending your arm, inviting Bucky to come closer, which he did.

Peter was still confused and it shows, “You’re Bucky’s mom?” he asked, making Pietro smack his head, “Pete, it means they’re dating... Right?”

Both you and Bucky nodded, “We are.”

“Oh my God! Fucking finally! I was starting to think you’ll never tell each other how you feel! Do you know how frustrated you two made me?” Sam yelled, throwing a pillow at Bucky.

Natasha was yelling “I fucking knew it! I told you so!” repeatedly to her boyfriend while Wanda kept pinching both your and Bucky’s cheeks saying, “CUTIESSS!”

You looked at Bucky, “they don’t look frustrated” you said which made Bucky roll his eyes and smile. Both of you laughed when you saw Steve silently saying “Yes! My ship!” Either that or something about shit.

“Calm your asses. Now, this party isn’t just for us to announce that we’re together. This is also a party for Natty and Steve. Sorta like the part one of the roomies night we’re gonna have” you said, looking at the couple.

“Thank you, Y/N, but I don’t wanna think about moving right now. What I do want is for you two to give us the fucking details about how you two finally got together” Nat said, making everyone agree and sit down and get comfortable in the living room.

Bucky cleared his throat and looked on his left, where you sat. “It happened the night that her friend came to the city.”

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To say you were excited for tonight was an understatement.

Last night, you already picked out the clothes you wanted to wear tonight. It was simple, really, just a pair of jeans and the most comfortable hoodie you owned. Or should you go with a plain sweater instead? Printed shirt? Oversized shirt? Your grey sweatpants? They look comfortable. Or your black ones?

You ended up with your first choice.

Wanda and Nat noticed how upbeat and cheery you were the whole day. It wasn’t exactly like you to be this happy at 7 am. You cooked a lot more food than usual and you haven’t even had your coffee yet. “Maria’s in the city today!” was the only excuse you thought of every time they asked you. You had some errands to do that day, its something you find really boring and exhausting but you found yourself skipping to the bank. Skipping, not walking.

At the tower, Bucky was a nervous wreck. He couldn’t focus much on what he was doing. He would zone out and forget what he was typing, then he remembered he wasn’t typing at all, he was fixing a floor plan. Sam being Sam, noticed how Boinky was acting. He kept teasing Bucky about being distracted while Steve kept asking him to stop. “What’s up with you, Buck? What’s making you zone out?” Steve asked, giving Bucky some water. Bucky just shrugged and continued whatever the hell he was doing.

The evening came too fast for Bucky and too slow for you. You got home, got dressed to meet with Maria for dinner before seeing Bucky. When Bucky got home, he changed into something more casual and fixed himself at his bathroom. “Tell her tonight, you fucking idiot,” he told himself, looking at the mirror before grabbing his helmet and his old helmet that you proclaimed yours when you were hanging out before. He smiled at the memory then remembered that Dot never even got to see his motorcycle. Huh.

He picked you up at the hotel that Maria was staying at. In a few minutes, you were at the bar that you two used to go to. You two bought a couple of drinks before going to the spot - your spot. You almost forgot how beautiful it was there, especially at night.

“After tonight, you’ll only have one night of free drinks, use it wisely,” Bucky said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, I’ll have to find another way to have free drinks from you,” you joked.

He looked at you, “You can just ask, you know? You don’t have to blackmail me,” he smiled.

You laughed for a moment and it became silent once again. It felt... awkward. You two were seated a couple of inches away from each other, the closest you two have been since you avoided each other, but you wanted to get away. You remembered the last time you were here, in this exact same spot. Drinking the alcohol of your choice, laughing with Bucky, talking about your high school selves. Many things have changed since then. It feels so weird and new to you, sitting next to someone you genuinely like, your friend. You took a deep breath and stopped thinking.

“I like you, did you know that?” you said out of the blue making Bucky wonder if he was just imagining it and he was just hearing things. He stayed silent, deciding that it was just his mind saying that cause that was what he wanted to hear.

You turned to Bucky, waiting for his reaction. Nothing. “Buck?” he turned and looked at you as if he hadn’t heard you. “I like you,” you said once again only this time, it was louder and clearer.

“You like me?” Bucky asked, finding it hard to believe for some reason. “Like, you like-like me?” You nodded, smiling at his creased eyebrows and slightly tilted face, like a confused puppy. You almost didn’t notice how your heart is beating quickly as if it wanted to jump out of your chest. It was taking Bucky too long to reply, and that made you anxious. All you wanted was to take it back and change what you said. You should’ve said “I’d really like to go back to being close friends” or maybe ask him why he avoided you or somethi--

“Did Wanton ask you to tell this to me?” he asked with an accusative tone. “No, why would I agree to that? Even if I did, I’d only agree to say something like that if I really meant it,” your voice getting louder every word.

“So it’s true? You like me? Romantic styles?” You nodded, slightly annoyed that he would think that you would play with his feelings. “Yes, it’s no big deal. I just wanted to tell you, I don’t expect you to like me back. I just- I want you to--”

"I like you too. Romantic styles," he said holding your hand. "That was why I set you up with Loki, why I avoided you after that and why I was avoiding you until you invited me to join you and Pietro. I kinda got a bit… slightly, sort of jealous so I agreed to go with you."

"Wait, hold on, you like me... and you... set me up with Loki? I don't get it"

"I like you and… That doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is that you’re happy, and I'll do anything to make you happy,” he said, offering you a small smile.

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"Then we kissed and… yeah,” you smiled at your friends’ faltered smiles.

Sam stood up, “Why was everything else so detailed and the kiss was just ‘then we kissed’? What’s that about?” He said, grabbing more food from the table. "And, I fucking told you so, Boinks!"

Bucky rolled his eyes, “Do you wanna hear how I kissed her softl-”

“Excuse me?” You said, raising your eyebrows at your boyfriend. “I kissed you, and it wasn’t soft”

“Y/N stop saying soft!” Peter shouted, covering his ears.

Wanda wiggled her eyebrows, "You didn't come home that night, hun."

"Yeah, I invited her to my place, we had some wine and we just talked for the rest of the night. Nothing happened. Okay? After talking we just slept. That's it,” Bucky defended.

Steve kept nodding his head, “Hence the Instagram story, mhmm, mhmm. Alright.”

“Whatever happened that night, I’m glad it did. And, I’m really really reallyyyyy happy for you, dumbasses,” Nat laughed.

Peter walked to you, “I’m happy for you too, sis. But please, don’t get detailed with… you know. I don’t need to know that.” You laughed, holding his hand. “And Bucky, if you ever hurt my sister, I’ll hunt you down and beat you up,” Peter looked at Bucky squinting his eyes, trying to look intimidating, which made Bucky laugh.

You looked at Bucky, “He’s serious. And very strong. He gave Steve bruises when they were boxing at the gym.” Bucky looked at Steve who was nodding.

“O-oh”

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logical-little-lies · 4 years ago

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{Chapter 7/Halloween Special- Halloween Tears}//Soft, Cute, and Far Smarter Than You (Sanders Sides Agere/CGLRE)

A/N:Y'all ik Halloween was like, a week ago, but I wanted to make this chapter good for y'all. I didn't mean to make it as angsty as I did so yeah-

here's your warning for crying, emotions, and Logan snapping at Patton. Enjoy!

It was finally Halloween, and the Core Sides were rather happy due to this fact.

Everyone in the house was so excited. Patton and Roman had been planning the perfect little day for their regressors for weeks, and had managed to keep it secret until just a few days prior. The two boys weren't to keen on it at first, worried about going out while in littlespace, but they were quickly reassured that everything would be alright.

They'd be trick or treating, watching children's Halloween's movies, and so much more. This was supposed to be a fun day for everyone.

Also, this was the first time ever that Logan voluntarily regressed.

"Do you have all the makeup stuff for your costume?" Roman asked, looking to Logan, who was currently using scissors to cut up a plain white t-shirt.

"Yep! My costume is gonna look so cool once it's done!" Logan cheered. He sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by different supplies. He kicked his feet underneath of him, swinging them back and forth just above the ground. He was around fifteen, but his positive emotions made his behaviors mix between those of a teenagers and those of a older toddler.

But he swore up and down that he was strictly a teenager at the moment.

"I'm sure it will, kiddo." Roman smiled at him, picking up his glass of water and ruffling Logan's hair on the way out of the kitchen.

Logan continued to work on his clothes for his costume, using paints and pens to decorate his shirt. He was shocked when he heard a knock at the door. "Can someone get the door?" Logan called out, setting his stuff down and turning in his seat so that he could see into the living room, he had a good view of whoever could be behind the front door.

"Who's here?" Patton came down the stairs, looking to Roman, who sat on the couch with Virgil. Roman shrugged.

"All four of us are here...so it could only be-" Roman spoke as Patton approached the door.

"Hello!" Remus cheered, greeting everyone the moment the door swung open. Janus seemed a lot less excited to be there, his arms crossed. Virgil locked eyes with him for a second, immediately burying his face into Roman's side. Roman wrapped his arm around him, holding him close.

"Chill out, we're not here to hurt you or anything. Remus thought-" Remus interrupted Janus's words with a look, silently urging him to correct himself. "We thought that we should celebrate Halloween with you...since we're trying to be kinder and work together and everything."

The Core Sides and Dark Sides were currently in a weird spot. After much conflict, they decided that they wanted to try and unite, be kind and stuff. But it was pretty hard to work together with someone when you've had a ongoing rivalry for the majority of your existence.

"You guys usually throw a party..but I'm assuming that something else is happening today?" Janus's eyes landed on Virgil, then on Logan, who quickly casted his glance downwards.

"Something else, yes. And you weren't invited," Patton finally spoke up, giving them a unkind glare that was so unlike himself.

"We're not here to start a fight! Why can't we join in on the family fun, hmm?" Remus tilted his head, looking at Patton with pleading eyes.

"Because.." Patton trailed off, looking over the the kitchen entrance at Logan, who was packing up his stuff in hopes of getting out of there. Patton couldn't come up with a good reason.

It was true, they were trying to work together and get on better terms with one another. If Patton blocked them out every time they initiated time together, then nothing would get better. But Virgil and Logan were regressed, so he needed to find an excuse.

"Cat got your tongue, Patton?" Remus questioned. Janus gave him a look, as if telling him to drop the mean tone.

"If this is about the nerd and the emo regressing, we don't care. We're open to spending time with them while they're in headspace." Janus explained.

Logan's head shot up, looking at them. Patton got the question out before him or Roman did, though. "How do you know-"

Janus cut him off, raising his hand in front of Patton's face, causing Patton to shut his mouth. "Virgil regressed even back when he lived with us...and he didn't hide it well. And it doesn't take genius to figure out that Logan does it too. We were never judging of it."

Patton nodded slowly, looking to Roman. "Let me talk to Roman, okay? Come sit inside for now." Patton stepped to the side, letting them in and shutting the door behind them. "Logan, watch your brother, please."

Logan nodded, agreeing to the task. Roman stood up, keeping hold of Virgil's hand and leading him over to Logan. "He's kinda scared..be nice to him, okay?" Roman asked.

"Of course," Logan stood up, taking Virgil's hand from Roman's, causing Virgil to pout. "Dad says that I'm a good brother." He spoke as if his words would erase any worry in Roman's mind that Virgil wasn't in good hands.

"You are, baby. You're doing great," Roman assured, turning to face Patton without another word.

Janus and Remus sat on the couch, looking back at Logan and Virgil, who seemed pretty scared. "You don't have to be scared of us. You know that, right?" Janus spoke first, locking eyes with Logan. He figured he'd understand what he was asking more then the toddler.

Logan shrugged, moving to pull out a chair for Virgil. Janus seemed kind of hurt my that response, but he didn't comment on it. "What are you two being for Halloween?" Remus offered, trying to redirect the conversation.

"Kitty!" Virgil blurted out with a light giggle. He couldn't talk super well when he was this young, so Logan was a little shocked to hear him respond so quickly to people who he hadn't been regressed around in a long time. Janus and Remus gave fond smiles to him.

"Really? That sounds like a great costume," Janus complimented. "How about you, Logan?"

"Uh, a zombie." Logan replied, his voice full of that teenage awkwardness that he absolutely hated. He didn't sound put together and smart, like when he was big. But he didn't sound cute either, like when he was younger. He just sounded weird.

"Ooh! Are you gonna do like, fake cuts and stuff?" Remus asked. Logan shrugged again.

"Probably, I'm not good at it though." He replied.

"Remus is very good at fake gore stuff! If your...caregivers?" Janus seemed questioning of the term, but Logan nodded, allowing Janus to continue. "If they let us stay, I'm sure he wouldn't mind helping you with your costume." Janus looked at Remus, who quickly nodded.

"Sounds good to me." Remus affirmed.

"Really?" Logan seemed excited. He knew how good Remus was at fake gore stuff. Of course, his powers aided in that, but he was also just decent at special effects makeup. Remus nodded. "Cool." Logan smiled, suddenly feeling a lot more comfortable then he did before.

They really weren't there to hurt them, or even make fun of them for regressing. They were being nice. Logan didn't make an effort to continue the conversation, turning and continuing his process of packing up his costume supplies so that he could bring it upstairs.

Roman and Patton didn't come back down stairs for a few minutes. When they did though, they came to stand in front of the couch, Patton making a motion to Logan to come into the living room.

"Okay, so we decided that if the boys are comfortable with it, then you can spend Halloween with us." Patton announced. There was a pause following his statement, so he spoke again. "What do you think, boys?"

"I'm okay with it, I guess." Logan said, before looking to Virgil next to him. Virgil nodded, seemingly nervous and hesitant, but not saying no.

"Okay, then it's settled. What's the plan for the day?" Janus leaned forward, looking at the two core sides in front of him.

"Where should I even begin?"

"Where's Logan?" Roman asked, sitting at the kitchen table with Virgil, helping him with his kitten whiskers. Of course, the toddler didn't enjoy sitting still, so Roman had to keep scolding him for moving.

Which of course led to Virgil feeling bad, setting an endless cycle of messed up makeup and babyish apologies. "Upstairs with Remus, he's helping with his makeup. They said they were almost done, though." Patton explained, setting two baskets down on the kitchen table.

One was shaped like a witched cauldron, and the other was a light blue basket covered in superhero stickers and sharpie doodles. You could probably figure out which one belonged to who.

"Okay, cool. I'm almost done with Vee, then we can get shoes on and head out." Roman smiled at Patton, who nodded. Patton went to exit the kitchen, pausing to kiss Virgil's forehead before continuing.

Upstairs, Remus held up a mirror for Logan as he packed up his makeup stuff. "Whoa! This looks awesome!" Logan exclaimed, looking over his face.

Logan was, at first, a little uncomfortable being alone with Remus while regressed. But then, Remus starting asking about his interests and what made him choose to be a zombie, and suddenly, that worry faded away as he rambled on about comic books and Netflix shows.

And just like his family, Remus sat there, listening and urging him to go on as he applied his makeup..

The fake gashes looked pretty convincing, and the dried fake blood on the side of his face looked pretty cool. He just hoped he wouldn't freak out his little brother to much. "Thank you," Logan remembered to use his manners, handing the mirror back to Remus.

"You're welcome. My brothers good at the glam makeup,but gore had always been my specialty." Remus smiled, stuffing the mirror into the makeup bag before making it disappear.

Logan gasped, "We aren't supposed to use our powers anymore."

"Technically that rule only applies to you guys. The Dark Sides never agreed to it." Remus corrected.

"Oh," Logan paused, not knowing what to say. He didn't have to continue his statement, because Patton's voice interrupted the conversation from the door.

"You guys may not have agreed to the rule, but while you're here, with us, please refrain from using your powers. The rule is in place for a reason. " Patton gave Remus one of his 'stern dad' looks, silently telling him that if he didn't do this, the invitation to spend Halloween with them would be quickly revoked. The Dark Side rolled his eyes, but shrugged.

"Whatever."

"Anyways, you look amazing, darling! Did you thank Remus?" Patton turned to Logan, looking him up and down and observing his costume. Logan nodded quickly. "Good job. Virgil is almost ready, so you should probably get your stuff together quickly before we head out." Patton instructed.

"Okay, dad." Logan grabbed his phone off of his desk, before heading out of the room.

Remus and Patton followed him out and down the stairs.

Time to go trick or treating.

The boys definitely had fun trick or treating. Patton stuck to Emile and Remy's neighborhood, the people were generally kinder in that area of the town, and they got no more then a few odd looks due to Virgil and Logan's behavior. Since all the interactions were quick, and Logan spoke for both him and Virgil, most people didn't even notice them.

It just looked like they were a few young adults going out because they wanted free candy.

Logan insisted that he didn't need to be watched, so him and Virgil walked a bit ahead of the other four, stopping at houses and collecting candy. Virgil seemed pretty excited, giggling and babbling things to his older brother. Eventually, Patton caught up to them and told them that they should walk home soon.

"But dad-"

"No buts. We've been walking for a while, your bucket is basically full, and everyone is tired." Patton spoke sternly, watching as Logan gave him an annoyed glare. "Lose the attitude, right now. Or that candy will be taken away until you're big again." Patton threatened, raising his eyebrows and watching to see if Logan was gonna push this farther.

"Oh my god," Logan rolled his eyes, holding his basket closer to him. "Sorry."

His apology wasn't genuine, he was just annoyed and wanted his carer to drop the topic.

Patton gave him a look that said 'we'll talk about this later', before directing his attention to Virgil. "Did you have fun tonight, baby?" he asked him. The other three had been trailing behind them, but Roman came forward to take Virgil's hand.

Logan dropped of behind, not wanting to listen to the two caregivers fuss over Virgil, instead matching pace with Janus and Remus. "You okay, Lo?" Remus asked.

Logan shrugged. "Dad's mad at me because of an attitude I don't even have," he complained, seemingly disappointed or upset about something.

Janus looked in front of them as they walked, where Patton was. "I'm sure he isn't mad at you. I think everyone is just a bit tired from walking, everything will probably be good once everybody has gotten the chance to sit down."

"You think?" Logan asked, swinging his basket back and forth a bit. He felt bad. He wasn't trying to upset his caregiver with his annoyance about going home. He was just a little annoyed, and Patton threatening to take his candy just put him in a worse mood. But now, he felt bad for ever being annoyed in the first place.

"Yeah, definitely. I don't think Patton could ever be mad at you," Remus jumped into the conversation, wrapping his arm around Logan's shoulder as they walked. Logan didn't seem convinced, but he went quiet and dropped the subject. Remus and Janus didn't make him talk, simply walking with him as Patton and Roman led the way back home.

Virgil was giggling about something when they got home, following Roman inside. Remus led Logan inside, while Janus paused at the door Patton held open. He made sure that no one else could hear him, speaking quietly. "Can you talk to Logan and make sure he knows you aren't mad at him? I think he feels bad for giving you attitude earlier. Me and Remus tried to comfort him but I don't know if it helped."

Patton's face softened, and he nodded. "Yeah, of course..." he trailed off. "Thanks, for trying to help. It means a lot to me, and I'm sure it does to him too."

Janus smiled, "Of course."

He walked inside without another word. He busied himself with turning on the requested children's movie (Nightmare Before Christmas) while Roman helped Virgil take of his shoes. Patton shut the door behind him, looking around for Logan, who seemed to be gone.

He locked eyes with Remus, glanced upwards, silently telling him that he had gone upstairs. Patton gave a thankful nod before disappearing up the steps.

Patton found Logan in the bathroom, rubbing at his face with a makeup wipe, his eyes a bit teary. He seemed frustrated, and emotional. Logan jumped when he caught Patton's face in the mirror, seeming to register that he left the door open.

He sniffled, "I'm just getting out of my costume." he explained, rubbing at his eyes quickly, casting them downwards. Now, his demeanor was embarrassed, and shy.

Teenagers weren't supposed to cry when their parents were upset with them. That was something Little Logan did. He was to old for this.

"Logan," Patton approached him, taking the makeup wipe out of his hand and pulling him into a hug quickly. Logan rested his chin on Patton's shoulder, not cuddling into him because he didn't wanna get makeup all over his shirt. "Why didn't you tell me you felt so bad, hmm?" he questioned once pulling away.

"You were fussing over Virgil and you seemed upset," Logan shrugged, pulling another makeup wipe from the container and wiping down a section of his face, focusing on the mirror instead of facing his Dad.

Patton gave him an apologetic look through the mirror. "I'm sorry that I was focused on Virgil, I should've paid more attention to you and realized that you weren't okay."

Logan hummed, "It's whatever, I don't need extra attention. I'm a teenager that can take care of myself, I don't even know why I got so upset." he scoffed, seemingly annoyed with himself.

"That's not true, Logan. Biological teenagers still need attention, don't they?"

Logan shrugged. "They do sometimes, yeah." he admitted.

"And they don't completely take care of themselves either. And you shouldn't feel like you have to either," Patton explained. "And you're allowed to feel emotions, baby." he added.

"Every emotion but annoyance, right?" Logan challenged, looking directly into his eyes through the mirror before glancing away, focusing on wiping down his face once again. Patton's mouth fell open. He didn't know how to reply to that.

"Every time I get annoyed, I'm told not to give any 'attitude', even if I don't realize that I'm doing anything wrong!" Logan exclaimed, his voice laced in frustration. "You talk about expressing emotions but the moment it's not positive or something you can fix with a hug and some dad advice, suddenly it's not okay anymore."

Patton seemed hurt by that, but he slowly nodded. He couldn't take this personally right now. He needed to talk this out with Logan, and hopefully set him back up to have a good night. Patton went over to close the bathroom door. "Sit down," he instructed, lowering the toilet lid.

Logan seemed confused, but he took the order quickly. Patton took the container of makeup wipes before sitting down on the edge of the bathtub next to him. Logan turned to face him, not knowing what was happening.

Was Patton mad at him for snapping? Did he hurt his dads feelings? Did he just make everything worse?

He felt like he did.

"I'm sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't express your emotions," Patton pulled another makeup wipe out, cupping the clean part of his face and wiping down another. "You're allowed to be annoyed, or even angry with me. You might not like some choices I make and I understand that, I just don't like it when that happens."

Logan noticed the forced neutral expression on Patton's face, like he was trying to avoid giving away what he was feeling at the moment. "But.." Patton started speaking again, "That doesn't mean I should be so harsh on you when you do get annoyed."

Logan nodded in an understanding way, letting Patton clean his face. Patton continued.

"I'll try to get better about that,l promise. I'm glad you talked to me, though."

"Dad, I didn't mean to hurt you! You're doing amazing, I promise. I just lashed out because I'm emotional and-" Logan started up his quick, panicked rambling, and Patton held his hand up, telling him to stop. Patton started speaking, his face softening a bit.

"It's okay, baby. I did something wrong here, not you, okay? You don't have to feel bad for communicating with me." Patton spoke softly, wiping his face one more time before throwing away the wipe. Logan nodded slowly.

"And just so you know, I was never mad at you." Patton added.

"Really? I got so worked up and emotional for no reason?" Logan seemed shocked. Patton smiled lightly,

"Guess so."

Logan laughed, leaning forward and hugging him. This time, he snuggled into Patton's shoulder. "I'm sorry if I messed tonight up." he mumbled. Patton quickly pushed him away from the hug, his hands on either of Logan's shoulders as he looked him directly in the eyes.

"You messed nothing up, baby. You still had fun trick or treating, right?"

Logan nodded quickly, smiling. "Yeah! Me and Virgil got a lot of candy and people complimented my costume!"

"One emotional part of the night doesn't ruin the rest of it. We agreed to a late bedtime tonight, remember? There's still time to have more fun," Patton assured. Logan nodded.

Patton kissed Logan's forehead before standing up and going over to the door. "Come on, I'm pretty sure Virgil would love to cuddle his amazing big brother right now." He held it open, making way for a laughing Logan to walk through.

Logan's first Halloween spent regressed may not have been absolutely perfect, but spending it with his family still assured that it was still amazing. He couldn't of asked for a better day then Trick or Treating and cuddling with his little brother.

Then getting his makeup done by Remus. Then getting praised by Roman.

Then being with his family.

There were ups and downs to every relationship, including a regressors with their caregiver. But those downs don't erase the good parts. After every valley, there was a hill.

And right now, watching The Nightmare Before Christmas, surrounded by people who cared about him, eating Halloween candy, was definitely one of the hills.

#ts agere #logan agere #little logan #littlelogan #little!logan #middle!logan #middlespacelogan #virgil agere #little virgil #littlevirgil #little!virgil #cg!patton #cg!roman #cg!janus #cg!remus #sanders sides littlespace #sanders sides agere

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newsies-of-corona · 5 years ago

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Okay I kinda hate Raps right now...like bro...VARIAN’S GONE AND YOU DONT CARE 😭 (yes Ik that’s the point but stillll) great chapter!! I’m loving the angst!!

LIES

Chapter 3

WORD COUNT: 1,017

WARNINGS: None (I think)

INSINCERE AU (placeholder name)

QUIRIN MAKES ME WANNA CRY

WHY DO I DO THIS

First Chapter - Second Chapter

[Midnight of Runaway]

Quirin stared at the letter in his hands, at a loss. He nervously sat down and read his son’s goodbye. Thunder and rain roared outside, but Quirin tuned it out. He had no idea how many hours ago his son had left. How long had the letter been there?

He thought Varian had been with the princess and her friends; he thought they were friends. Did Varian leave when he was asleep?

He should’ve done something about the villagers; he should’ve done something more about Varian instead of letting this happen. He held his head in his hands remorsefully.

Last month, when Varian came home sobbing, Quirin tried his best to console him. But a hug wouldn’t do. He should’ve asked what happened. He should’ve known better.

Varian thinks he’s dead for a year, and the moment he’s freed, he goes back to giving Varian the cold shoulder. (Yes, I know that’s not what happened, but the man is in shock…) Quirin remembered last month how much seeing Varian cry hurt…

Quirin spent forever treating his son like an embarrassment; Varian’s letter was right. Looking at the letter one last time, he tensed and folded it up, putting it in his pocket.

He let out a shaky sigh and got up. He trudged up the stairs to his son’s room with a heavy heart to find it completely the same except for some missing blankets on his bed. He noticed a portrait of Varian and him when Varian was five was missing and tiredly smiled. Varian must’ve taken it…

He leaned against the doorframe, trying to figure out what to do.

Go after Varian? Stay? Old Corona did fine with him gone. He thought for a bit and came to a conclusion. He began packing a bag before hearing a huge clap of thunder. He tensed and sighed. It would be unwise to go out in this heavy weather. He could only hope Varian found shelter, or wherever he was, the storm hadn’t hit him.

He stared out the window, as another clap of thunder boomed. When Varian was little, he refused to do any experiments while rainstorms went on; they terrified him. He’d hide under his covers stubbornly and wait for it to end. He remembered how fake-angry it made him until the next crack of thunder hit. To distract Varian from the huge storm outside, Quirin and Varian would talk about anything they could. He recalled a conversation the two had when a storm as big as this one hit.

“Daddy, why does it need to rain?”

“To help the grass grow, Varian.”

“But why does it have to be so loud?”

“The rain isn’t loud; the thunder is.”

“Well, why’s the thunder loud, Daddy? I don’t like it.”

“Because it’s closer to you.”

Varian’s little face went cold. Quirin realized how scary that sounded and tried to correct himself.

“It won’t touch us, son, as long as you don’t go too close to it, like your mother.”

Varian tilted his head, and Quirin told his son the story of how Varian’s mother, Ulla, tried to catch lightning to experiment on it. She survived but got electrocuted and didn’t catch the lightning.

Varian wrinkled his nose. “That wasn’t very smart of Mommy.”

Quirin laughed and smiled. “No, it wasn’t. But your mother didn’t care; she did what she want.”

Varian smiled, but the rain got louder, and he pouted. “I still don’t like it-“ Another sound of thunder boomed outside, and Varian jumped, clinging to his father’s sleeve.

Present-day Quirin chuckled sadly and closed the windows. Varian grew out of that soon enough, but he cherished memories like those. Memories with his son that were just quiet and calm, like when he would read to Varian the Tales of Flynnigan Rider until Varian could read himself. He tiredly went back to packing a bag, and he hung it up on a coat rack, planning to leave in the morning. The rain pattered outside, and Quirin poured himself a cup of hot cocoa. He sipped it tiredly.

<•>

[Two Days After Runaway]

Rapunzel sighed, slumped against her bed. Eugene went and sat beside her, moving a piece of hair out of her face.

“Hey, sunshine…”

Rapunzel turned her head to the side, and Eugene frowned sadly. “Blondie..”

“The potion didn’t work,” she sighed.

“Well, we’ll try again.”

“Eugene, we’ve tried everything…”

“No, no, we haven’t.”

Rapunzel and Eugene looked up to find Cassandra flipping through a book. “Xavier said there was a way to reverse the spell; it was a Saporian spell, wasn’t it? There’s an entire section on Saporian antidotes in this book!”

She paced around the room before finding the page and giving it to Rapunzel. “Cass…” Rapunzel trailed off and read the page.

“Cass, some of these ingredients are MILES out of Corona.”

“We CAME from miles out of Corona, didn’t we? And besides, if it saves the Royal family, it’s worth it.”

Rapunzel looked worriedly between Eugene and Cassandra. “Cass, are you really sure? You’ll be all on your own-”

Cass laid a hand on Rapunzel’s shoulder. “Raps, trust me.”

“What if you run into Varian?”

“If he tries and pulls anything funny, I’ll just use these.”

She pulled out a few alchemy vials and grinned. “He left these behind when he worked on his last project. I don’t know what they do, but I’m sure they’ll be useful.”

Rapunzel wavered. Cass would be safe by herself, right? She trained with the Royal Guard since she was 6, but she barely held her fight with Hector before Adira jumped in.

“Raps…”

Rapunzel sighed and nodded glumly. “I trust you.”

Eugene joked, “Besides, the castle will be much more cheerful with ol’ CassANdra gone! Maybe even Crowley will lighten up!”

Cass growled, and Eugene did finger guns. Rapunzel sighed and ignored the joke.

“But I should send someone with you to make sure you’re safe; I’ll send one of the guards.”

Cass pursed her lips but shrugged. “Fine, that’ll work. Who’re you sending?”

“I’ll check with the guard to see who’s best.”

LORD

Oh and I made a cover for this AU!

Not the most dramatic, but I like aesthetic! ☺️💐

#tangled the series #tts fics #eugene tts #eugene fitzherbert #rapunzel tts #cassandra tts #varian tts #varian #quirin tts

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cryoculus · 5 years ago

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More love for Semi please? Anything will do, your writing is exquisite in any form anyway :D

» Word Count: 1,857 wordsCross-posted on AO3

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE :(( I actually wrote three chapters’ worth of content for him already and you can read the whole thing on the ao3 link.(NOTE: This is based on the current events of the final arc of the Haikyuu manga. I tagged it as a spoiler but I won’t really go into the specifics of what’s going on. Semi is our main focus here ^__^)

—

“Please?”

“No,” was your flat reply.

Semi heaved a long sigh, mouth twitching into an irritated grimace. You returned his reaction with a sassy look of your own—one, finely penciled brow quirked as bright, red lips rivalled the adamance that Semi brought about. While you were in no position to tell him to just go back to his cubicle and get today’s work done (you, sadly, held the same position in office), you at least had the right to turn him down. Your department had a monthly financial report coming up. Why on Earth did he want your help writing a song?

“Come on,” he groaned. “You know I’d eat my fist first before asking for your help, but our manager really digs your old pieces from college.”

Your eye twitched.

“Way to beg for someone’s aid in a time of dire need,” you bit back sarcastically. “Go do it then.”

“What?”

“Eat your whole fist.” You gave him a pointed look, even making a show of paying attention by putting your pen down.

Your co-worker let out a frustrated groan, fingers carding through his messy, ashen hair. The gesture made the tattoos on his chest visible for a second, before disappearing again behind his barely done button-up. It was a mystery, how a man like him made it as a public servant—with his flamboyant piercings and tip-dyed hair—but you supposed you should learn to look past physical appearances. The agency allowed it, so why should you make a fuss?

Ah, right. Semi Eita was the most hot-headed man in your department, and he had a knack for picking fights with you.

“If you get the balance sheet done by five o'clock, I might reconsider,” you told him, not really meaning the words, as you directed your attention back at the paperwork on your desk. Balance sheets are the toughest to fill out, since the data needed had to be collated from different sectors of the city. You highly doubted that Semi, with his thinner-than-a-strand-of-hair patience, could finish it in one sitting.

“Deal.”

Your gaze hardened as you looked back up at him. “Come again?”

“Are you deaf?” he asked, folding lean arms across his chest. “I said it’s a deal.”

You couldn’t help the snort that made its way past your lips. Whatever his reasons may be, it was painfully obvious that he was desperate. But still. You knew that he wouldn’t be able to carry out the deed in your given deadline, but instead of talking him out of his own agreement, you merely shook your head in acceptance.

Semi eventually stalked off to his cubicle; the one just in front of yours. There was a divider that separated each employee’s workspace from the others, and it at least granted some semblance of privacy from outside gazes. You’ve been to Semi’s cubicle a couple of times—more to coordinate paperwork than engage in conversation, really—and he decorated his personal space exactly how a part-time rock band vocalist would. Though he didn’t exactly put up posters and painted the walls black, he added his own flair to his desk with guitar figurines, neon stickers on his desktop, and a photo of his bandmates enclosed in a sparkly picture frame.

The only reason you bothered looking so closely was the fact that you also went to the same university together (under the same degree, too!) You’ve always been keen around him, with his loud way of living, as opposed to you, who’s always chosen to live simply and without pretentiousness. Sure, the disparity between your lifestyles had caused you to be at each other’s throats since freshman year, but it was still a surprise that your synergy was top notch. You would, as Semi put it so delicately, eat your fist first before admitting to the fact, but it’s a given that you preferred to work with him instead of other, unfamiliar people.

You sighed, brandishing a bored look at the bleak document in front of you. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to help him out…

But when you recalled every time he’s talked over you during board meetings, sneered at you when he got a higher score during exams, and his distateful behavior in general, you steeled your resolve.

Either he’s going to get that balance sheet over with or he’ll keel over. If he wanted your help, he’s going to have to work for it.

—

You were in the middle of fixing your belongings when the sound of a stack of papers hitting your desk rang in your ears.

“There,” Semi said breathlessly, making you look up at him in surprise. He even tossed a flash drive on top of the papers he deposited, where you saw the city hall’s heading printed in full color. You reluctantly checked your phone for the time. 16:57, it said, in a mockingly bold typeface before shoving it in your pocket.

The damn guy really did get it done before five.

“The electronic document is saved in there, in case you lose the print.” He was panting at this point, and you had a vague idea as to why he looked like he just ran a marathon. The one printer in your department (this year’s budget was cut) broke down a few days ago, and the nearest functional one was at the Logistics office three floors down.

Still refusing to believe it, you peered at the documents he just brought in. You scanned each of the entries printed on each page. That’s when you realized that Sendai City’s expenses have skyrocketed since the new year because the list of expenses occupied a whole page alone. A worried sigh made its way past your lips, but at least the liabilities were cut down to a minimum. You heard that the governor of Miyagi was going to pledge a few hundred thousand yen for the city’s founding anniversary, too.

You paused. Blinking, you rearranged the papers neatly back into its pile—biting back the urge to clutch your wounded pride. Semi was looking at you expectantly, like he wanted you to praise his flawless bookkeeping.

In actuality, his determination was beginning to freak you out.

“Why do you want me to help you so badly?” you asked, voice almost trembling. “Seriously, dude. I thought we hated each other. Quit acting out of character.”

“I told you, our manager really liked the songs you composed back in senior year,” he drawled, tired of having to repeat himself.

Your face twisted in confusion. “Who even is this manager of yours?”

There was a half-second delay in his response, but before you could paint a reason for his hesitation, he immediately replied with, “Saito. Saito Makoto.”

You stiffened, gaze going rigid at the mention of that name. “Oh.”

“Yeah. If I manage to give him a piece by the end of the month, he’ll help us sign a contract with a big-shot record label,” Semi explained, oblivious to your discomfort.

“But haven’t you been writing songs since high school?” you wondered aloud. “That’s what you said during our Pol-Gov class ice breaker.”

He frowned. “You still remember that?”

Okay. You kept forgetting that your sharp memory wasn’t always a praiseworthy thing. You gulped, feeling the heat creep up your face. “Um, anyway, the point still stands. You’ve been writing songs for God-knows-how-long, and while I’m not one to dish out compliments especially to you, I’m pretty sure they’re okay if you managed to gather a decent fanbase.”

He rolled his eyes, leaning against the divider of your cubicle. “We’re a rock band. I write rock songs, but Saito wants me to write a goddamn love song.”

Typical Saito. Though he looked like a rugged high school delinquent, he was awfully sentimental when it came to music. He was the one who inspired you to write the songs Semi was pestering you about all day after all…

“Fine,” you relented. “I never go back on my word and since you did a…good job with this, I’ll help you out.”

His light brown eyes lit up for a moment, but Semi managed to mask his relief in a split second—containing his excitement in a single nod. “Are you free this Saturday? You can come by my place and we could start getting to work.”

Well, that was forward of him. You expected to work on the song in a coffee shop or something, but he went on ahead and invited you to his own humble abode anyway. You parsed through your weekend plans in your mind, and once you confirmed that you were free, you scribbled down your phone number on a sticky note. Almost five years of acquaintance and you’d never bothered giving it to him. Huh.

“Just text me the time and place,” you told him, pocketing the flash drive as you slipped the balance sheet in one of the empty folders in your organizer. “You better not pull anything funny and lead me to a secluded alley or something.”

Semi scoffed, folding the piece of paper and sticking it inside his trousers. “As if.”

You then slung your bag across your shoulders, grinning insincerely. “Glad we’re on the same page, then.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

With that, Semi exited your cubicle, leaving you no room to wonder why he didn’t even spare a quick ‘thank you’.

Just as you were smoothing out the creases on your pencil skirt, your phone began buzzing in the pocket of your blazer. Brows raised, you fished it out and unlocked it.

From: Makohey, wanna grab some dinner? its on me :3

Speak of the devil. You swallowed the lump in your throat, fingers shakily managing to type a coherent reply.

To: MakoYeah sure. Where to tho

From: Makocan we get some italian? ik u love the udon place across the street but akane’s having dinner w her friends there

From: Makocant have her seeing us together now do we

The way he put that so casually made your chest constrict with a too-familiar sensation. You heaved a deep breath, pursing your lips into a thin line as you sent a quick “Ok” text to end your conversation. Saito replied with those iffy heart-eyed emojis that he only ever used when he wanted something from you, and you had to compose yourself so you wouldn’t burst into tears right there.

“Oi.”

You almost jumped at the sound of Semi’s voice as he peered inside your cubicle once more. He clutched his suitcase in one hand, eyeing you curiously.

“What do you want?”

“You’re headed uptown, too, right?” he asked, and you nodded reluctantly. “Thought you’d want a lift.”

“Semi, just because I’m helping you achieve your dreams, doesn’t mean you have to be nice to me.” You laughed softly, tension easing from his uncalled for kindness.

He, however, looked unconvinced. “Do you want a ride or not?”

You raised your hands in defeat, managing a genuine smile. “Alright, fine. It’ll be a hellish commute anyway.”

You liked to think that that’s how you started becoming friends with your odd, hot-headed co-worker.

#haikyuu!!#semi eita #semi eita x reader #shiratorizawa #hqscenario #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu spoilers #hq headcanons #hq!! headcanons

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annablack1102 · 6 years ago

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Dream a little dream of me

Summary: When your husband’s away, you and Negan will play. Characters: Negan x You Words: 4236 Beta: my dear, @genevievedarcygranger Warnings: Language, infidelity, light bondage, the zestiest of lemonss A/N: I had this dream a while back where I had this oaf of a husband that worked for Negan and I was fucking his boss behind his back. And funnily enough, Negan looked a bit like Ike Evans. So I decided it was too good not to write about and here we are...

Sorry I haven’t finished all my requests and I’m behind on my chapter fics but school is keeping me busy and so is my constantly drifting muse. Hope you enjoy this little sexy one shot in the mean time.

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

The end of his cigarette glowed as you held the lighter for him, his lips curling into a mischievous smirk as he stared up at you.

“Thank you, darlin’.” You were sure he would have winked if Benjamin hadn’t been sitting right there, blabbering on like he always was. Your husband was a talker and you’d gotten used to tuning him out. It wasn’t hard to do when the big man himself was around, giving you those little smirks that hinted at his thoughts. You didn’t have to ask to know what he was thinking.

Benjamin had been working for Negan for years, though you’d only met him five years ago when you and Benjamin were already engaged. Negan, charming man that he was, had captivated you from the beginning. He had that effect on a lot of women, or so you’d noticed. Still, you were a loyal, faithful woman and you stayed that way well into your marriage. You and Negan may have flirted and you may have considered what it might be like to spend even just a night with him, but you couldn’t do that to your Benny.

So you and Negan danced around each other for years, quite literally sometimes. You’d shared a few dances with him at various events, always innocent, his hands never strayed. And he’d always hand you off to Benny with a charming grin and tell him what a lucky man he was. Then, despite generally being a jealous man, your husband would beam with pride that his boss approved of his little trophy wife. Benny was completely oblivious to how often Negan had stared at you to that point that you should have been uncomfortable, but it was always just the opposite.

You couldn’t deny your attraction to him. Anyone who said that he wasn’t a handsome man was obviously blind. With his wide, dimpled grin, it was hard not to be entranced by him. Tie that up with that southern charm and deep voice and he’d have any woman weak in the knees. You’d fallen victim to that man many times, though you remained faithful.

That is until Benjamin’s business trips had begun to grow longer and more frequent. And somehow you’d found yourself coming to the bar attached to Negan’s grand hotel to have drinks with him, even without your Benny at your side.

You weren’t sure why you finally decided to give into Negan, or at what moment you’d decided that he was worth the risk, but you knew it’d been at least six months since you first allowed him to take you to bed. In that time, you’d come to enjoy his company far too much to worry about the guilt that use to weigh heavy in your chest. Negan made you feel things you never dreamed of. The way he spoke to you with such respect and admiration, the way he cared for your needs before his own each and every time, and the way his arms felt around you after… It was all so addicting and you couldn’t help but say yes to him.

You were starting to suspect that he was sending Benjamin out more frequently on purpose. And the way he glanced at you while your husband discussed his next venture only confirmed your suspicions. The eagerness in his gaze was obvious, and you wondered silently what he had planned this time.

“Take Joseph with you, show him the ropes a bit.” Negan instructed, flicking the ashes off his cigarette as his eyes landed on Benjamin again.

“Fat Joey?” Benjamin complained, grimacing despite his glee moments ago. Oblivious as he was, he didn’t see his repetitive trips for what they were. Instead, he saw them as a gift. He was being given more responsibility, therefore he must be important to Negan. Not disposable like some of the others kept under Negan’s employment. He didn’t realize that Negan was just trying to get him out of the way for a while so he could roll around in bed with his wife.

“Oh, cut the shit. You were a dumbass rookie at one point.” Negan chuckled as if the memory were entertaining. You were kind of curious how things were back then. You wondered if Benjamin was just as much of a suck up back then as he is now or if it had been worse in the early days when he still had something to prove. “Darlin’, get me a drink would ya?”

You jumped without hesitation, the tone in Negan’s voice triggering a reaction out of you that you hoped your husband wouldn’t notice. The obedience Negan instilled in you often carried over to your personal lives. It was fairly common for men to be ordering women around, spouse or not, but you still worried that someone would catch on, that someone would notice your desperate need to please him and see it for what it was.

Pouring Negan a drink, you hummed along to the radio quietly playing the new Sinatra song you’d been hearing all summer. You were so lost in the song and Negan’s drink that you almost forgot to pour one for your husband. You blushed and backtracked a couple steps to rectify that before bringing the men their drinks.

Benjamin was still complaining about Joseph and his incompetence as he stared out the long windows, and therefore didn’t notice the way Negan’s hand slipped up the back of your skirt for a quick squeeze. You bit back a gasp and swatted at him playfully, your eyes so bright there was no way he’d take you seriously as you tried to scold him. He winked at you and took a sip of his drink.

“Why don’t you go get some sun by the pool, darlin’? Let the boys talk a bit.” Negan suggested, and you felt the heat bloom from your face to your chest as you held his gaze. “I’ll send your man when we’re done.” As he grinned at you, you nodded, your own lips curling into a smile.

Negan often gave you access to the hotel’s many amenities. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d had to pay for a drink or a meal, and you were allowed in the pool so often that you just kept your swimsuit and clothes on hand there.

You had your swim, letting the water cool you before laying out in one of the many lounge chairs. As you drifted comfortably between that blissful state, not quite asleep but not awake either, you thought of Negan and his hands on your skin, the way his touch made you feel. You got lost in the memories, his voice playing in your head as you thought of the way he made you melt. The stern tone he used in bed was to die for, something you weren’t familiar with in your limited experience. Nothing like Negan was normal, in your opinion, and you figured that’s why you couldn’t stay away. Just thinking of him made your nether regions quiver as you imagined what he’d want to try on you this time around.

“I can’t believe he’s sending me out again.” You jumped as Benjamin’s voice sounded beside you suddenly. As you sat up, your core aching after your little daydreams, you looked at your husband who took a seat beside you. “I better get a promotion after all this shit.”

Benjamin complained sometimes, but you’d never see him fighting for what he really wants. He just accepts what he’s given and agrees to anything you tell him.

“How dangerous is this one going to be?” You couldn’t help but ask, looking up at him curiously.

Negan may own the big fancy hotel, but that wasn’t all he was involved in and you knew it. You knew when they had their ‘boy talks’, they were really discussing the illegal activities they were organizing and didn’t want to talk about it in front of you. You’d figured out of maybe seven months into being married to Benjamin when he came home injured. A bullet had grazed his arm, and he didn’t even try to lie to you that it was something else.

Negan liked to call himself an entrepreneur, when really he was just a thief. He got his men to steal luxury cars of high value and then he sold them. Benjamin was one of his top guys because he never damaged the merchandise and he was a great salesman. He could catch a higher price than most of the other guys Negan had running out to do the dirty work.

His business was organized and very successful, but it wasn’t perfect. Mishaps occurred all the time and people got hurt. You never got the details about what happened to your husband that night, but you knew it wasn’t the first or last time that that had happened.

“Don’t worry about all that,” he dismissed you, lighting up a cigarette for himself. You frowned at him, but he wouldn’t elaborate and you knew better than to pry by now.

As soon as he was gone, you were in Negan’s arms again.

He answered his door with a grin and didn’t say a word as you threw yourself at him. Your lips were on his in an instant as he tugged your body tight against his.

“Negan…” You sighed breathlessly against his lips.

“Don’t worry, sugar. I’ll take good care of you,” he assured you, his lips trailing down your neck as he walked you back to the bedroom.

The suite he held at the tip top of his grand hotel was extravagant. When you visited with Negan, you often wondered how it would feel to live there, to have someone take care of your every need, rather than having to fuss over a sloppy man. You imagined how it would feel to lay in bed late into the morning and have someone bring you breakfast. What it would be like to spend your days wearing the most expensive outfits, everything you owned in the newest fashion.

You dreamed of how lucky you would’ve been if you’d only met Negan first.

The man himself scooped you up and laid you down across his bed, your head snug atop his pillows. Everything smelled like him, so deep and musky. Each time you were in his bed, you soaked it all up, letting your senses become overwhelmed by him. His smell, his touch, the way he moaned your name. His long, lean body pressed yours into the mattress, and you heard him groan softly above you, kicking your heart into overdrive.

“Fuck, darlin’... Should’ve sent him off sooner.” He smirked, reaching down to wrap your leg around his hip.

You giggled in response. “If you keep that up, he’s going to catch on. And then our fun will be over.”

Negan rolled his eyes and captured your lips again, redirecting your thoughts from your husband. He didn’t matter, not now. All that mattered was Negan’s touch, drifting along the exposed skin of your leg. He sat up on his knees and helped you out of your dress. You’d dressed nice for him, which was foolish if you thought about it. What’s the point when you wouldn’t be wearing clothes for very long? It was nonsensical to meticulously style your hair when it was about to look like a bird’s nest once he was through with you.

As he worked you out of your bra, you started on the buttons of his shirt. You lips followed the path of exposed skin, kissing softly until you reached his belly button and his shirt hung open.

“You could go lower if you’d like.” Again, Negan smirked at you, and you blushed. You weren’t very experienced when it came to oral sex, and he knew that. In fact, he loved that about you. He enjoyed telling you exactly how to lick and how to suck, how deep to take him. And you enjoyed the look on his face, twisted in immense pleasure, as he cupped the back of your head and came down your throat.

“Is that what you want?” You asked, peering up at him as you worked his pants apart.

“I want a lot of things, sweetheart.” He grinned, and tugged you back up to kiss him. He laid you down onto your back again and kissed you deeply, his hands groping at your breasts. You moaned into his mouth as his fingers plucked and teased your nipples just right. Whenever your husband tried to play with them, it just hurt - and not in a good way, but you tried not to think about him right now. There really was no comparison between him and a man like Negan.

He was just so different. Negan knew your body well and knew just what you needed. He also wasn’t afraid to ask what you wanted. Did you want it harder? Should he touch you here, or there? He seemed to get off on getting you off, and you’ve never been with anyone like that. It went beyond consideration; it made you feel special, cared for in a way you haven’t been before in your life.

You moaned as his tongue found yours, rolling just the right way to elicit his favorite noises out of you. He always preferred when you were vocal, praising his efforts. He especially liked to hear his name, screamed and echoing off the walls.

Pulling back again, Negan looked down at you with lust filled eyes. “I want to try something with you,” he murmured, stroking your cheek. You looked up at him, your gaze filled with adoration and trust. You nodded, without ever having to hear what he wanted to do to you. He smirked at your eagerness and pecked your lips.

Curious, you watched as he climbed off the bed and moved over to his large closet. He came back with two of his ties, and you stared at him in confusion, your mind not comprehending what he had planned with them. He gazed at you seriously, sliding the silk ties through his fingers.

“Do you trust me?” He asked, and though you hesitated, you nodded again.

It was true. You trusted the man with your life. You trusted him to take care of you and respect your boundaries. You knew he wouldn’t do something that you didn’t like. All it took was you telling him to stop, and he’d find a new way to torment you, but it was always pleasurable.

Negan took your wrists in his hands and wrapped the silk tie around them first. He then lifted your arms and tied them carefully to the bedpost. You looked up at him in worry, not sure how you felt about being restrained. You’d never been restrained before, but something about it was kind of sexy.

“Nice, right?” He smiled like a shark at the obvious arousal in your expression and kissed your lips once more. Then, before you could really think about it, he was wrapping the second tie around your eyes. You gasped, not sure how to feel about that. You could feel his breath against your face, but you could no longer see.

“Negan…” You whimpered, nervously.

“Shh shh shh…” He hushed soothingly. “I’m gonna take care of you. I always do, don’t I?” He needlessly asked, and you nodded.

His lips brushed against yours, but only for a moment and they were gone. You waited in silence, the anticipation making you squirm. You nearly jumped out of your skin as you felt his hands touch your knees. His laugh sounded above you, and you blushed.

“I don’t like this…” you said apprehensively.

“Give it a try, doll. Just trust me,” he murmured back, his lips against your ankle as he pulled your leg up. He kissed down your leg slowly until he was nearly right where you wanted. You whined as you felt his lips skim over your clit, moving on to your other leg instead. You pulled against your bounds, trying to reach for him. It was frustrating not being able to touch him.

“Negan…” You sighed as his lips followed the same path down your other leg, nipping at your inner thigh to make you jump. You felt his tongue flick your clit then, a deep chuckle sounding somewhere between your legs at the whimper it caused.

“Patience, doll.” You could hear it in his tone, he was definitely grinning.

He pressed open mouthed kisses along your hips then, trailing up your body at a snail’s pace. You moaned softly as his lips wrapped around your nipple, rolling his tongue just the right way to make you squirm and beg for more. He kissed across the valley between your breasts and gave the same treatment to the other, sucking and nibbling until you were a mess below him.

“Look at you…” Negan hummed, his nose grazing the skin of your neck so he could murmur in your ear, “You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” you sighed, shifting below him anxiously.

“You want my big, fat dick, baby girl?”

“Mhmmmm…” You moaned as he sucked on the spot below your ear. He was always careful not to leave a mark, for that much you were grateful.

“What do you say?”

“Please...Please, Negan...Fuck me…” You whined, tugging harder against the restraints.

His lips were on yours then, so suddenly it startled you for a moment. But you reacted quickly, leaning into the passionate kiss. The way his lips moved against yours made you quiver. You wanted nothing more than to pull him closer and beg him to take you again and again.

Thankfully, he seemed just as fed up with teasing as you were. You felt his thickness slide along your pussy, your wet folds coating him. He groaned against your lips, pushing more and more until his girth stretched your walls to their limit. Your head fall back against the pillows as you let out a loud moan.

“That’s it, sugar… Tell me how fuckin’ good it feels.” He murmured, his voice thick and husky as he started to move.

“Yes! Fuck, Negan…” You pulled hard against the silk tie, silently begging it to come loose. But, of course, no such luck.

Negan seemed amused by your distress, if his chuckle was anything to go by. He sat up on his knees, ignoring your complaint about his body being pulled from yours. His dick was still fucking into you slowly, but you already missed his crushing weight. “Somethin’ on your mind, sugar?” He inquired teasingly.

“I want… Negan, I just want…” Your face heated up as you stumbled over your words.

You let out a gasp as his hand came down on your thigh, not enough to really hurt but just enough to sting. “Oh come on, darlin’. You can do better than that. Tell me what you want.”

“I want to touch you…” Your voice was quiet, but you knew he heard you. His hands tightened on your thighs and he fucked you just a little harder.

“What do you say?” His voice was deeper that time, and you melted at the sound.

“Please…” You whined, wishing you could give him those big eyes to go with your pouting lips. He was always hard pressed to resist that look.

“Blindfold stays on. And we’re gonna change it up,” Negan compromised. You didn’t even care what he had in mind, so long as you could get your hands on him.

Though, as soon as the binds were gone, you were rolled. Somehow he’d managed to get you in his lap with little to no help from you. Then, once you got there, you froze.

“Uhh..” You hadn’t been on top before. Your husband, who’s name you were trying to avoid thinking about, preferred to have you on your back. Negan, even, liked taking control of the situation. He liked having you from behind with your ass up, or even spooning you with a leg in the air. But he’d never had you ride him before, so you were nervous.

“Don’t overthink it, baby. Just ride my dick, nice and slow. I’ve got you…” His hands encircled you wrists, placing your hands on his broad shoulders. Once you were steady, his hands found your hips, pushing and pulling softly until you got the idea.

As your hips rocked, you wished he’d taken the blindfold as well. If the noises he was making was any indication, his face was sure to look even better than usual. You loved the way his face would twist in pleasure, knowing you were the one to cause it.

“That’s it, darlin’... Wish you could fuckin’ see yourself right now. You look so good…” He praised, his hands slipping over your hips and down your thighs. “So fuckin’ good for me, aren’t you?”

You were surprised when his thumb suddenly started brushing against your clit, causing your hips to falter. You leaned back, your hands finding his knees for support as he continued. As the angle changed, you cried his name again and again, getting louder still. Your hips began moving faster, chasing your release that seemed to be so close, just out of reach.

You felt him shift then, tugging you against his chest. He planted his feet flat on the bed and, before you had time to think about it, he started fucking up into you hard and fast. So much, in fact, that as you screamed for him, you nearly forgot your own name.

“That’s right… tell me how good it feels… let everyone know...mine...all mine...” He panted as he spoke to you.

You were beyond words, though. His cock pressed in just the right spot, nailing it every single time. You knew it wouldn’t take much more, not with the way he gripped your ass to pull you harder down on his dick.

“Just..fuckin’...let go…” Negan grunted, tightening his grip on you. Knowing he was on the brink himself was enough to push you over the edge.

You cried his name, then, nearly sobbing at how good it felt. Wave after wave rushed over you, your release so intense your body shook in his arms. He moaned in your ear, his voice tight as he muttered praise after praise against your ear. You could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to make it last. But even his stamina wasn’t enough, and he was cumming. His thick load pulsed deep inside your walls, his moan loud and needy in your ear.

“Negan…” You whimpered once more, and suddenly the blindfold disappeared. His lips pressed against yours as his large hand cupped the nape of your neck. You relished in those kisses, the ones where he seemed so reluctant to ever let you go.

There were days, many of them in fact, that you wished you could just stay in his arms and enjoy his embrace. That you could live that life you pretended you had, that you could be doted on every day. That you wouldn’t have to steal these little moments with him.

But it ended, like it always did. You laid with him for a while, his fingers tracing imaginary lines along your skin and his lips dancing along behind them. He kissed your hand as you left. His eyes held a fleeting glance of longing, as if he were wishing for the same things. But he never asked you to stay, and you never told him you wanted to.

When Benjamin returned home, you had dinner cooking for him. He came up beside you, kissing your cheek softly. “How was it?” He asked, removing his jacket.

You looked up at him in confusion, not sure what he meant. Surely you should be asking that question right? He was the one that went away. “How was what dear?”

“The sex, sweetheart. With my boss.” He said, looking up at you expectantly. You nearly dropped the plate you were holding, the one that held his dinner on it. “Was he satisfied?”

“I….I uh…” You stuttered, unsure how to respond. You wanted to deny it, call him a fool and tell him he had it all wrong. But you couldn’t.

“I hope he was. Ever since you started sleeping with him, he’s been much easier to work for. Gave me a raise, even.” He said, sitting back in his chair as you set his plate down with shaky hands. “You keep making him happy and I may just be able to get that new golf set I’ve had my eye on.” He said, digging into his dinner as though you were having a casual conversation about the weather. It was as though the thought of his wife sleeping with another man didn’t phase him at all.

Since you’d begun sleeping with Negan, your biggest fear had been getting caught and hurting your husband. You hadn’t even considered the other possibility of him not caring at all. Or even worse that he’d encourage you.

Suddenly, you went from eager for your next rendezvous with the man of your dreams to feeling dirty. You felt like a pawn in their little game and you couldn’t help but wonder if Negan had been in on it the whole time.

#negan #negan x you #negan x reader #negan and you #negan lemon #negan au #negan fanfic #negan fanfiction #jdm #Jeffrey Dean Morgan

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nowitsdarkfic · 5 years ago

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chapter one (the girl in the gutter)

“White on white translucent black capes, back on the rack. Bela Lugosi's dead. The bats have left the bell tower, the victims have been bled. Red velvet lines the black box... Bela Lugosi's dead.” -”Bela Lugosi’s Dead”, Bauhaus

October 12, 1988. Oswego, New York.

“Kill me now,” is what I say as I stare out the window.

The rain is my one true friend now. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to make a good friend on top of this--I’m sure everyone knows about it, the whole thing where if someone, and by someone I mean myself, wasn’t en route to a college or a university, or working a job already, they were kind of left out in the cold. Sure, there have been plenty of acquaintances, but as far as someone I could sit with and feel myself to be true with them, it’s been a while. The whole twisted thing about everything that happened was that it happened so quick. It was four years ago Scott and Frank told me I could hold the microphone in my hand. Four years ago, and last year we may as well have hiked up to the North Pole and stood up a big black flag with the word “NOT!” emblazoned on it, beholding the fact we had conquered the world in the wake of Cliff’s ashes. We rose up like the phoenix, and I was the man on fire.

There is absolutely nothing like standing out in the rain with all of your things taken out from the studio, slung over your shoulder, and your old band mates were the ones throwing you out there into the darkness while the gutters overflow over your head. There isn’t a feeling like it.

And if anyone believes that I had had enough, know for a fact I was asked to leave. I had vowed to rid of the problem, to replace all of the booze with black coffee. I mean, Jesus, I like to have fun with this sort of thing. What’s the point of doing it if I’m not going to have a little fun with it all every now and then? And it’s not like I was drinking a ton so to speak--at least I wasn’t doing those drug loaded pirate raids the four of them would do with Skid Row and Ratt. But I specifically recall telling Scott, verbatim, after he threatened to leave if I did nothing, that I would not have a sip of alcohol as long as I was a member of the band. And yet, for whatever reason, that promise did not suffice or click with any of them.

I think the sound of my phone ringing this morning and waking me up will haunt me for as long as I live. I still hear Jonny’s voice on the other end, telling me it was official. They had made the decision behind closed doors and I had been thrown out on my ass as of that morning, but he never elaborated why.

The next thing I remember was asking him why and the sound of the other end hanging up. No, Jonny, come back. Come back!

Fuck.

I lay there for a minute on my recliner before I even hung up the phone myself. I just reposed with the mouthpiece of the phone pressed to the side of my face, and the cord laying on my neck while I heard the drone of the dial tone right in my ear. They were like my friends, my first friends in a long time following high school, and yet they still showed their dark face to me. Something told me I stood at fault.

It was my fault. It was my fault the band was in turmoil and Frankie and Charlie had that massive blow up that day. It was my fault the new album coasted on the success of Among the Living. It was all my fault.

Once I hung up the phone, I could only crawl back into bed. I only did it for a bit because I refused to mope and wallow in my misery. Even as I took a walk outside, jacket zipped up and hands in my pockets, struggling to hold my head up high even though I sustained a huge punch in the stomach and slap in the face, within time, the lake began weeping with me. There’s a trail that runs along the water’s edge and when I’m in a depressive mood such as this, I take a walk along the soft earth there--I’m half Indian, I feel the cold earth deep within my soul. It’s a part of me. It’s my heart. Since it’s October, and the eve of my twenty-eighth birthday, the lake effect makes its way here, and often when I least expect it.

At one point during my walk, I noticed those feathery plumes emerging from the top of the water. I could feel the cold wind running through my hair and upon the crown of my head. I had to stop in place right next to boulder twice as large as me to better feel the cold. I had faith they were the act for me, such that I felt it in my bones. There’s nothing like this very feeling here.

They say someone is most themselves when they’re alone. Well, if the tears welling up in my eyes due in part to the pain in my chest or the incoming frigid rain should note anything, it’s that I’m alone.

When I came back to my apartment, I crawled inside of my own kitchen and a tiny box of Mike n Ikes for a bit. It’s not enough. A hollow skinny man needs to be filled up again. Maybe when the rain clears up a bit I’ll walk down to the Bitters for a cup and something of substance—a cup of Joey rather. It is a few hours before I turn twenty-eight, after all.

Twenty-eight years old. I joined Anthrax when I was twenty-three. It feels like a thousand years ago.

If there’s anything my mom taught me it’s to not bar grudges, though. No. I’m not like that. I don’t want to be like that. The very thought of such a thing nauseates me and leaves me feeling nothing more than disgusted with myself.

Oh... my mom. The very thought of her eases the pain and warms me up from within. It’s like eating soup on a freezing day: the room may be cold but the belly’s warm and that’s all that matters.

She and my dad are out of town right now, and I have no way of telling them I was fired because I don’t know if they left their hotel and are on the road at the moment, or not.

Twenty-eight years old and I’m spending it by myself. I live alone. I’m sitting here on my window sill looking out to the courtyard down below and watching the rain streak down the window pane. I feel the earth in my soul and she’s crying for me.

I don’t think this rain will let up any time soon and this candy is doing nothing. It’s not soup. And so I get up and head into my room for a change of the clothes and a warmer jacket: yeah, I should probably get out of this pajama shirt.

I’m taking my clothes off and out of the corner of my eye, I see my reflection in the mirror on my closet door. I’m standing there in the middle of my room in my underwear and holding a pair of jeans by the waistband, and I so happen to see this scrawny young guy staring back at me.

Not even a few hours after my release and I can see I’m wasting away, turning into nothing more than a skinny little sack of bones. My stomach is so slim, it’s like the top of a table. No, it’s like a broken, caved in surface of a table. I touch my skin, which is like touching a soft thin layer of cotton piled up on hard plywood. I need to eat something. No drinks, though: I’m not that cowardly.

I put my pants on and, once I’m zipped up, I run my fingers over my waist again. So thin.

Funny, it wasn’t more than a couple of years ago when we were in that warehouse filming the video for “Madhouse,” and I could look at my own face in the mirror across from me and feel like I had a lot going for me. I had a baby face, all round and sweet with these brown eyes and all of this black hair piled about my head, all of it as tightly coiled and coarse as the mane of a horse, and some of it springing up over the crown of my head. Now, I look like I aged about twenty years in no more than thirteen months. One of the many problems of being indigenous: I’m still just a young buck but I look like a senior with my skin sinking in and forming these odd lines. The fact I’m as skinny as I am adds to it.

I don’t feel like putting a shirt on. I changed out of my shirt for no shirt, how ‘bout that! So I put on my sweater over my body instead followed by my leather jacket. I’ve got this down.

I leave the apartment with the keys in my pocket and the hood pulled over my head, the sweater under my black leather, and my hands in the upholstered pockets. Even though there are clouds blanketing the sky overhead, I can tell the sun is setting and the light is fading. It’s a bit of a walk down to the Bitters but I’m hungry enough—I can walk there in time to get some food in my stomach and then boogie back with the last bus ride back to the complex.

Until then, I’m the man in black on this chilly evening, the tall wiry shadow making serious headway two and a half miles down the road. I have my head bowed to keep the rain out of my eyes. Maybe if I got the hell out of this town and wormed my way into the city like the little parasite that I am, Scott and the boys will take me back. I was the strange one after all: Scott and Danny had wives, Charlie and Frankie had girlfriends, whereas I went home alone. They were the essence of the city, I stood there pulling corn kernels out of my teeth. But on the other hand, out here in the sticks, I have no doubt this is home. It may not seem like much and there is a lot of bullshit to go about especially if it’s not living up near the colleges where my complex is, but for me, it’s home. I was born here, my parents live here, and my grandparents are buried in the cemetery.

I reach the corner and I feel the candy having not done enough for me. I can’t make it to the Bitters like this with my own stomach eating away at me.

I stop in place to catch my breath. I can’t do it. I need to get on the bus.

I glance to my right at the sight of the bus stop itself on the sidewalk up ahead and I take that opportunity; once I reach that glass case, I have both hands resting on my belly, I am absolutely starving.

It takes my boarding the bus and taking the seat next to a woman with long dark hair and wrapped in a raincoat when I realize this thing is taking me all the way out to the golf course and the country club. Oh God.

My stomach is killing me, and it only gets worse with the woman next to me stepping off before the interchange onto the highway. I have my back against the wall and my hands all the way into pockets, and my fingers up against my belly. The one thing separating me from my own skin is a small piece of flannel. I’m losing it, that is if I haven’t already lost it.

I’m watching the lights from the wharf illuminate the clouds overhead with the color of an orange creamsicle. The hunger and the candy having done enough is killing me. The country club is this way, and I think there’s also a bar nearby. Not that I want a drink but it’s one thing to bear in mind. Once we lumber closer to those low lights springing out of the darkness, I ring the bell over my head.

Even with the lights glowing out from the wharf, I can see the lake effect further taking place right now, which means I need to get a move on to shelter. This rain is already ridiculous and my pants are getting wet. I have my head bowed to keep the rain out of my eyes, but even that’s not enough. I’ve got an ache in my belly and I’m cold, but I’m not too far.

I feel a chill run up my spine and then bring my arms closer to my body. That bar is here somewhere, but where? The chill is growing worse and no matter what I do, I continue to feel cold. Where the hell is it?

I stop when I notice the figure in black, full in the middle and taking the shape of an hourglass, and with nothing more than a wispy cloud over its head. My skin is practically crawling at this point from the rain, which I feel will turn into snow at any given moment, and it’s only made colder by the sight of her, the sight of Death. She points a skeleton hand at me, stopping me dead in my tracks.

“Are you dead?” she asks in a voice that sounds like it’s about a mile away on the shores of Lake Ontario.

“N-No,” I stammer out, although I feel like I could be dead given my friends shut me out, my stomach is in agony, and the impending snow might freeze me above anything else.

“You must be on your way,” she retorts.

“I swear to you—my hand on my grandfather’s ashes—that I am not dead.”

“What’s your name, then?”

“Joseph Anthony Bellardini.” My voice is strong despite the incessant shivering. “But call me Joey Belladonna.”

I watch her fade out into the shadows and the cluster of spruces, bones and everything, like she never existed. I stand there, my hands crammed into my pockets and my teeth chattering like crazy. Was that Death? And if it was, does that mean I can go where it’s warm? And I still haven’t found the entrance to the country club, much less the bar.

A noise catches my ear. It’s dark except for the glow of the harbor lights and the stupid power plant over in the hills; but I look about the street until I spot the faint silhouette of a woman sprawled over the edge of the sidewalk. I look around and I can see I'm the only other person to be seen here.

I tug on the edge of the hood and run up the wet concrete. The snow is upon us, and running up the sidewalk in Chucks is dangerous, but I know for a fact there’s no one else around. I can see her face and once she comes within my line of sight, I can see the rope tied about her ankles. Once I reach her, I take a look into her rounded pale face and her black hair. She looks familiar...

It takes me a minute to see it’s the woman next to me on the bus. How’d she get here? I set one knee down next to her on the wet sidewalk, which soaks my jeans even more, but that’s the least of my problems right now.

“Hey! Hey, are you okay?” I ask her in a gentle voice. I reach for her face to look right at her.

“Are you okay?” I repeat. In the dim light, I see her part her lips but she never opens her eyes for me.

“He—Help—”

“It’s alright—it’s alright.”

“Help me—″ she sputters. I hear her groan in her throat and I knew something had happened that had to do with Death back there. The rain is relentless and my body is aching from cold and hunger but I know the club and the bar are not too far from here. I put my arms around her: she’s heavy! And the rope around her ankles only makes it harder for me. But I lean her head and shoulders against my chest, and once I stand to my feet, I clasp her to my chest with my right hand and brush her wet hair from her eyes to examine her face with my left. Even in the darkness, I can tell she’s gorgeous.

I glance around the block until I spot something on the other side of the street, like tucked behind something else. That’s either the bar or something else.

“Come on—come with me,” I coax her gently as I scoop her off of the sidewalk: my aching belly pains me even more, but I need to help this poor lady. “It’s okay—I’ve got you.” I adjust myself so that I can carry her without my back hurting on top of everything else.

“I'll take you where it’s warm,” I promise to her over the roar of the rain.

“Please—” her voice slips out from her lips like a piece of wind; “don’t hurt—me—”

“I won’t. I won’t, I promise.” I hold her close to me as I guide her down the sidewalk: it’s tricky because of the rope but I don’t think I have my pocket knife with me.

God dammit.

I reach the corner and I stop to move the hair from her face again. The light is a little better and as a result, I make out a narrow dark crease the length of my pinkie finger on her forehead. Whoever left her there must have left her there to die, hence my encounter with Death.

“What’s your name?” I ask her as the rain patters even harder around us. Even though I have her head against my chest, I smooth her hair back from her face even more. I just have the glow from the lights of the club nearby as my guide, but I can look right into her face. “What’s your name?”

“Maya,” she almost breathes it, her lips parted not even by a hair.

“Maya?” I repeat it because everything is so loud.

“Yes--” She’s fading fast. I slide my other arm under her thighs to better carry her. The dead weight of her body pulls me down like an anchor. I’ll starve to death before I let this woman die out here in the cold and wet.

“Okay, Maya. I’m Joey. Let’s go where it’s warm.” And without another word, I run across the grass to that little building tucked out of sight. I hope it’s the bar and not something else.

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unfortunate-stranger-losers · 6 years ago

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Six Baudelaires AU, Part One {AO3} {Read from the Beginning}

Chapter Thirty → Epilogue - in which the Baudelaires are enrolled in a School

“Baudelaires, I hope you know I am very disappointed in you.”

The Baudelaires sat on the steps of Lucky Smells Lumbermill, trying not to look at Mr Poe, who stood above them coughing into his handkerchief.

“Running away from the executor of your parents’ estate?” Poe said. “Enrolling in a dangerous job? Acting like Count Olaf was running around in a dress?”

“He was.” Nick said.

“Don’t be daft, Nicholas.”

“My name is Nick.” said Nick sharply.

“Of course it is.” Poe coughed. “Now, children, say goodbye to your friends- where is the owner of this mill? I have some words for him for exploiting our poor child labor laws.”

“He disappeared.” Violet explained. “Ran from the angry workers who decided they didn’t want to get paid in coupons.”

“I had a secretary once who requested pay in coupons.” Poe said. “I don’t believe she knew much about money, which is a strange quality in a banker’s assistant. I will be right back, let me at least find your things.”

He walked away, and as he did, Charles approached. “I’m sorry to see you go, children.” he said softly. “And I’m sorry I was not a good guardian, though I was never an official one.”

“It’s alright, Charles.” Lilac said.

“We weren’t supposed to be here anyway.” Violet said glumly.

“Well…” Charles said hesitantly. “You should at least have this. Sir stuffed it in his desk.”

Charles handed Violet a ripped piece of paper. Then he gave them a smile and wished them luck, and walked off to try and talk to the frustrated workers, who were trying to form a union.

Violet unfolded the paper, smiling at the page from The History of Lucky Smells Lumbermill. “The Baudelaires were unequivocally responsible,” she read, “For putting out the fire and helping the survivors get back on their feet.”

She smiled at her siblings, and they smiled back at her. Babbitt poked their head out from Solitude’s pocket, and they let out a little chirp. Solitude giggled, petting their head, and Violet put her head on Lilac’s shoulder, and Nick put his arm around Klaus, and Sunny crawled over to Soli in order to say hello to Babbitt.

“So,” Lilac asked, staring out the window, “What’s our next guardian’s name?”

They were squeezed back into Poe’s car, once again dressed in clothes the Poes had bought for them, watching the fields go by as they drove. They had gotten in the car very early that morning, as they apparently had a long drive.

“Next guardian?” Poe coughed. “Oh, no, I couldn’t find a single person willing to take you in after what happened to your last guardians. But I have a place to put you until I can convince someone. It’s a lovely school, one of my associates just dropped off two twin orphans there a few weeks ago. I’ve always wanted to go to a boarding school! You’ll get uniforms and classmates and get to share rooms!”

“We’ve shared rooms before.” Nick said bitterly. “And public school sucks.”

“Private school.” Poe corrected.

“That’s worse.” Nick groaned, sliding down his seat in a very unsafe way.

“How long will we be there?” Klaus asked quietly, holding Sunny closely as she slept on his lap.

“Hopefully not long, but I do hope you will behave yourselves, and that you won’t run away to a lumbermill.” Poe said.

“Lumbermills suck, too.” Violet said.

“Froggy.” Solitude added helpfully. Babbitt chirped from her pocket.

“What was that noise?” Poe asked.

“Nothing.” Lilac said.

“Oh, alright.” Poe shrugged, and continued driving.

As they pulled into the driveway of the school, Poe said, “Here’s some fun trivia for you children: the designer of this school was severely depressed.”

“Mood.” said Nick.

Outside them, small buildings were built in the rough shape of tombstones, made of dark gray stone. Students in drab uniforms walked around, barely glancing their way. Sunny had awoken, and was playing with Klaus’s spyglass, flipping it in her tiny hands and occasionally biting the edge when Klaus wasn’t looking. Violet pretended to sleep on Nick’s shoulder, while he watched out the window.

Poe parked the car, and the children walked out. They jumped back when a little girl, shorter than all of the oldest four children, rushed past, splashing through a mud puddle. “Out of my way, cakesniffers!” she shouted, almost hitting them with the dirt.

“What an adorable girl.” Poe said as he exited the car, coughing into his handkerchief.

Nick glared at her, gripping tight onto Klaus with one arm and Solitude with another. Lilac took Sunny from Klaus, and Poe said, “We’ll find you the bathrooms, children, and you can change into your uniforms.”

They went into the building, and Nick walked up to the first student he came across. “If I was a bathroom,” he asked, “Where would I be?”

The girl gave him a sullen look, and then said, “Two rights, a left.”

“Thank you.” Violet said.

The girl rolled her eyes, and her friend called for her, and she left. The children found the bathrooms, and Poe gave them bags of uniforms, including some tiny ones for Solitude and Sunny. They ducked into the bathrooms as fast as they could, not wanting to be separate for long.

Nick and Klaus changed in the boys’ bathroom, and when they came out of the stalls, Klaus asked, “Can you tie my tie?”

“Do it yourself.” Nick said.

“I can’t.” Klaus said. “That’s why I asked.”

They jumped when another stall opened, and a boy came out. He glanced at the boys, and he said, “Are you two new?”

“First day.” Nick said.

Klaus stared at the boy a moment, a little flustered, though he wasn’t sure why. The boy looked at him, and then he said, “I’d help you with your tie, but I can’t tie mine without some trouble. My sister usually helps.”

“So does mine.” Klaus admitted.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, my brother’s useless.” Nick shrugged.

“I’m not!” Klaus protested.

Nick punched his shoulder playfully, and Klaus stumbled slightly. His half-spyglass fell from his pocket, clattering onto the ground. “Great job, asshole!” Klaus shouted, leaning down and picking up the spyglass.

“You’re the one who’s a klutz!” Nick said.

Neither twin noticed the other boy, who was staring at the spot where the spyglass had fallen on the ground, nor did they notice him run out to find his sister.

When they came out of the bathroom, Violet had to tie Klaus’s tie for him, and Nick helped Solitude find a pocket to hide Babbitt inside.

“Your new Vice Principal is waiting for you in his office. You will wait for him on the bench outside.” Poe said, taking them down a hall. “And I will see you once I have found a guardian. Please behave yourselves as you would at a normal school.”

“Our normal school burned down with our parents inside.” Nick said.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Nicholas,” Poe said, “Your home burned down with your parents inside.”

Nick give Lilac a pleading can we kill him? look, and she sternly shook her head.

“Well, I wish you luck.” Poe said, and he left them alone.

Lilac sat on the bench first, seating Sunny on her lap. Klaus sat beside her, and Nick squeezed in beside him, grabbing onto his arm tightly as Solitude sat on his lap, patting her pet in her pocket. Violet sat last, beside her brothers, staring into nothing.

“When do you think Poe will come back?” Klaus asked, pulling the spyglass out of his pocket to fiddle with.

“Klaus.” Violet said quietly. “We’re on our own.”

They all fell silent, and then Sunny looked up at Lilac. She was still tired, and she whispered, “Browning?” which meant something similar to, “Will you sing us to sleep?”

Lilac shut her eyes, gripping onto Klaus’s hand, and she put her other arm around Sunny, and she nodded.

“You might think that the Baudelaires ought to prevail, and be tucked someplace all safe and sound.”

She was changing the words slightly to an old tune they used to hear on the radio when they were bored, and on a music box that was given to the boys when they were toddlers by a relative they hadn’t liked much before she was trampled by horses, and playing in a coffeeshop their Father had to duck into one time they were heading to the train station to pick up their Mother from a journey.

“Count Olaf captured and rotting in jail, his henchpeople nowhere around.”

But while the radio and the horses and the coffeeshop and train station all remained, the music box had been lost long before the fire- Lilac and Violet had ripped it apart to use its parts for the a baby mobile they’d made for Solitude before she was born.

“But there’s no happy endings, not here and not now; this tale is all sorrows and woes.”

The relative was gone, too. The train they took no longer went to the destination their Mother had been at.

“You dream that justice and peace win the day, but that’s not how the story goes.”

Their Father and Mother were gone, too.

“You might think that two parents, both brave and both true, would live to a nice ripe old age. But I’m sad to say I have bad news for you, the curtain rings down on the stage.”

Violet opened her mouth, and so did Klaus, and they sang along with their big sister.

“Yes, there’s no happy endings, not here and not now. This tale is all sorrows and woes. You dream that justice and peace win the day…”

Nick joined in, and Solitude hummed slightly as she cuddled up against him.

“But that’s not how the story goes.”

The siblings fell silent, and it was just Lilac again.

“I once loved a girl, and she thought well of me, we thought we’d be happy together. But now I’m alone, as you can well see, and she’s cold in her grave forever.”

Lilac shut her eyes. Too many people were cold in their graves forever. Mother. Father. Uncle Monty and his assistant, Gustav. Aunt Josephine- if she had a grave at all- and her dear husband Ike. Soon, Georgina Orwell would be, too, though they didn’t miss her like they did the others. Still… her death was their fault. It was all their fault.

Nick sang the next line, when Lilac did not.

“There’s no happy endings, not here and not now.”

Klaus and Violet sang the next.

“This tale is all sorrows and woes.”

Then it was just Violet, her voice broken slightly.

“You might dream that justice and peace win the day, but that’s not how the story goes.”

Solitude had fallen asleep, as well as Babbitt, and as they both snored slightly against Nick, he sang quietly, “The world is a pair of ill-fitting pants, and other dire, hideous clothes.”

Lilac finally sang again, and Klaus and Violet joined in, and all the oldest children sang, “You might think that six children would lead pleasant lives, but that’s not how the story goes.”

“Some people smile at the end of the day,” Klaus put his head on Nick’s shoulder.

“Some people laugh, I suppose,” Nick put his head against his brother’s, shutting his eyes.

“But for me,” Violet shut her eyes so her siblings couldn’t see her tears, “There’s nothing but gloom and despair.”

“That’s just how the story goes.” Lilac hugged Sunny close, as Sunny started to whistle quietly, kicking her legs, not quite understanding the song that was making her siblings cry.

And together, they all said, “That’s just how the story goes.”

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trashcanmarvelfan · 6 years ago

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Best. Job. Ever 4/12

So oops, I updated this like a week ago on AO3 but forgot to update here, so you’re getting 2 chapters again, lovelies!

Btw, this IS completely written, I’m just editing and posting as time allows.

Summary: Reader gets a job on the set of Spider-Man: Far from Home for the 3 weeks they are shooting in New York City as what she thinks is a production assistant, but a twist of fate has her reassigned as Tom Holland’s personal assistant. As she & Tom grow close during filming, will their budding friendship turn to more or will they go their separate ways after filming concludes?

Warnings: Language, but that’s pretty much it? This is basically a PG-13 rom-com.

Word Count: 2571 for chapter 4.

Author’s Note: As this was written WAY before Spider-Man: Far from Home was released (actually before Avengers: Endgame was as well) I’ve kept plot details and which scene was being shot on what day extremely vague. Also, I’m American but tried to write Tom as British as possible, although I do think he’d try to stay(ish) in character and use as much American slang as he could while he’s still playing Peter.

Chapter-Specific Author’s Note: Ik Rent went off Broadway in like 2008 or something but I do what I want, lol.

Requests are always open!

Cross-posted at AO3.

The rest of the week continued much like the first day: Y/N would show up at Tom’s hotel room at 7:15 with coffee (fortunately-- or unfortunately, Y/N honestly wasn’t sure which-- the rest of the week Tom had always been dressed by the time Y/N knocked on his door), they would ride to set, Tom would film a few scenes, they would eat lunch, Tom would get back to filming, and then they would head back to their hotel, eating dinner together in one of their rooms (usually something Y/N would run out and pick up or have delivered to her room) and hanging out for a while before parting for the night.

Saturday night had Y/N and Tom hanging out in Y/N’s hotel room eating Chinese takeout while watching Infinity War on the hotel TV’s cable.

“DAMN IT, QUILL!” Y/N yelled at the TV as he started beating Thanos in the head with his gun, causing Mantis to lose her balance and let go of her control of Thanos’ mind. “Ugh, every freaking time.”

Tom laughed. “Yeah, that’s basically everyone’s reaction.”

Y/N blushed. “Sorry about that. I just always want to punch Quill in the face right there. They had Thanos, and he comes traipsing along and ruins their chances of getting the Gauntlet off. I mean, I get that he was upset about Gamora, and rightly so, but dang, he just single handedly caused the destruction of half the universe!”

Y/N’s and Tom’s phones chimed simultaneously.

“Looks like the shooting schedule for next week is here,” Y/N said, pulling it up on her phone. “Your call times are different for each day, and it also looks like Friday will be a long one, but hey, you at least have Saturday and Sunday off before the final week of shooting.”

They worked out times to meet up to head to the set the next week and when Y/N turned her attention back to the TV Thanos had snapped his fingers and people were already starting to turn to ash. Y/N brought her hand to her chest as Peter clung to Tony. I don’t want to go. “I can’t believe you improvised that scene, but I should’ve figured that you’d quote The Doctor.”

Tom glanced over at her. “You watch Doctor Who?”

Y/N nodded. “Just New Who, starting with Eccleston, but yeah.”

“Who’s your favorite Doctor?”

“Ten, hands down,” Y/N said with zero hesitation.

“No wonder you recognized that line.”

YN nodded. “It just kills me every time, whether it’s you or David Tennant that says it.”

They talked about Doctor Who until it started to get late. “So, what are you planning to do with your day of freedom?” Tom asked as they cleaned up from dinner.

“Oh, I’m just planning on taking it easy tomorrow,” Y/N replied. “What about you?”

“I need to study my lines for next week.”

Y/N bit her lip. “Maybe I could help you run your lines? I mean, if you want, no big deal.”

Tom grinned. “I’d like that a lot, actually.”

“Great. I’ll text you when I get up?”

“Sounds good.”

“Ok, well, I’m gonna head out. It’s getting pretty late.”

Tom walked Y/N over to the door. “‘Night, Y/N.”

“‘Night, Tom.”

The next morning Y/N texted Tom as soon as she woke up and got dressed.

Hey, I’m up and can help you go over your lines whenever you’re ready.

Tom texted back almost immediately. Give me like 5 minutes, yeah?

Ok, sure. I’ll run downstairs to pick you up something from the coffee shop then.

The three bubbles that indicated that Tom was typing popped up. Actually I’m downstairs right now getting something, so no need!

Oh! Lol Ok then.

A few minutes later Tom texted back. Ok, I’m back upstairs. Come on over.

Y/N grabbed her stuff and walked down to Tom’s room.

Tom answered the door with a grin. “Morning, Y/N,” he said, ushering her in. Y/N paused mid-way into the room when she saw coffee and pastries set out for both of them.

“I figured since you’ve been fetching breakfast for me all week and since I was getting myself something anyway the least I could do is return the favor,” Tom said.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” Y/N replied. “Thank you.”

They sat and ate then Y/N helped Tom run his lines until he was comfortable with them. “Wow, it’s four already. I’m sure you want to relax the rest of the afternoon,” Y/N said, getting up from the couch where they had been sitting, “so I guess I’m gonna get out of your hair so you can chill.” She turned toward the door. “Wait!” Tom exclaimed.

Y/N turned back to Tom.

Tom rubbed the back of his neck. “I, err, I have a surprise for you.”

He walked over to his dresser and pulled an envelope out of the top drawer, handing it to Y/N.

Y/N looked at him curiously as she opened it, finally pulling out the contents. Her jaw dropped. “Front row seats to Rent!?”

“You can’t come to New York and not see a Broadway play. I was hoping you’d accompany me tonight,” Tom said.

Y/N was still staring at the tickets. “How did you even know I liked Rent?”

“I, err… I overheard you singing ‘Out Tonight’ on Wednesday while you were waiting for me after the set was cleared,” Tom explained.

Y/N was still shocked. “But how did you even get these? It’s been sold out for months!”

Tom winked. “You’re not the only Rent-head around here, you know.”

“And are you sure you want me to come with you? You wouldn’t rather Z or someone else from the cast go with you?”

Tom shook his head. “I figured you’d appreciate the show as much as I do. So is that a yes?”

“Oh my gosh, YES!” Y/N threw her arms around Tom in a massive hug. “This is so amazing! I’ve been wanting to see that play for years but never thought I’d have the chance to see it live!”

“Brilliant.” Tom beamed. “I’ll be ‘round in, say, a hour so we can have dinner beforehand? I know a great sushi restaurant in Times Square.”

“Sounds great.” Y/N turned to Tom again and gave him another hug. “You are just the absolute best, you know that? I can’t believe this -- I have to go get ready!”

Y/N ran back to her room and flew through getting ready. She put on the nicest outfit she had brought (thank goodness she was a packrat and thought to bring a decent dress!) and hurried to do her hair and makeup.

She was applying her eyeliner in the bathroom mirror when there was a knock on her door. “Come in!” she called. She and Tom had each gotten an extra room key and had swapped them in case of emergency, so she didn’t have to go answer the door.

Tom stuck his head in the door. “Y/N?”

“Almost ready!”

Y/N finished her makeup and stepped out of the bathroom. Tom was standing in front of Y/N’s full-length mirror and caught her reflection. A broad grin spread over his face and he turned toward her. “Y/N, you look stunning,” he breathed.

Y/N blushed. “Thank you. You look great too.”

Tom had worn a similar outfit to the one he had worn the night they went to dinner after the first day of filming, except this time he had paired an open-collar button-down shirt with his sports coat, jeans, and sneaker combo. He extended his arm. “Shall we?”

Y/N linked her arm with his. “Lead the way, Mr. Holland.”

“Viva, la vie, Bohemme!”

Y/N and Tom laughed as they stepped off the elevator.

“Oh my gosh, that was so much fun. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d be able to see Rent live and in person.” Y/N couldn’t keep the grin off of her face.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

They stopped in front of Tom’s door. “You want to come in and watch the film version on Netflix?” he asked.

“Sure! I love the movie version. Gimmie like 5 minutes though to go change into something more comfortable?”

Tom nodded. “Ok. I’ve got snacks, so I’ll get everything set up while you change.”

“See you in a few.”

Y/N ran to her room and changed into some comfortable pants and a t-shirt, and pulled on a pair of fuzzy socks to walk down the hall in instead of putting her sneakers on.

She grabbed her keycard and headed back to Tom’s. The door had been held open by the privacy lock, so she just knocked gently and went in, disengaging the lock so the door could shut.

Tom was sitting on his bed, scrolling through Netflix. A bowl of popcorn and various movie theater-type candy was spread out next to him. His hair was wet-- he had obviously grabbed a quick shower while Y/N had been gone-- and he had changed into flannel pajamas pants and a plain white t-shirt. He looked up and grinned.

Y/N walked past him to the other side of the bed and climbed in, careful not to disturb the snacks in between them. “I see you got comfortable as well.”

Tom grinned. “Ready?”

“Let’s do it.”

As the opening credits rolled, Y/N said, “I think it's so great that most of the original Broadway cast reprised their roles for the movie.”

“Me too,” Tom agreed, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

They watched the movie mostly in silence, occasionally grabbing some popcorn or a handful of candy, until the opening notes to Light My Candle came on. Tom turned to Y/N. What you’d forget? he mouthed.

Y/N grinned. Got a light? she responded.

Tom reached for her. I know you, you’re… you’re shivering.

It’s nothing, they turned off my heat, and I’m just a little weak on my feet… Y/N pretended to swoon towards Tom and winked.

They kept going, both really getting into character. When they arrived at the line, They say I have the best ass below 14th Street, is it true? You’re staring again! Tom blushed and was flustered when he lip-synched Roger’s line, Oh no… I mean, you do… have a nice-- Y/N thought his flustered reaction seemed actually kind of genuine but quickly chalked it up to the darkness of the room and Tom’s really good acting skills and pushed it out of her mind as she kept going.

They continued their back & forth throughout the song. They call me, they call me Mimi...Y/N lip-synched, dangling a gummy worm in front of Tom before taking a bite with a grin as the song ended.

They both burst into laughter. “Oh my gosh, that was so fun,” Tom said in between fits of laughter, leaning back against the headboard.

Y/N fell over on Tom’s shoulder, she was laughing so hard. “That. Was. AWESOME.” She wiped a few stray tears of laughter away as she straightened.

Today 4 U was just starting. Y/N nodded toward the TV. “Think you’d be able to do that?”

“Definitely not in heels, at least not without loads of practice.” Tom answered. “I’m good, but I’m not that good.”

The rest of the movie was spent lip-syncing along to a majority of the soundtrack -- during “Out Tonight” Y/N grabbed the remote and used it as a makeshift microphone while she danced around the room, much to Tom’s amusement -- and watching in somber silence during “Without You”.

Y/N did a fist pump when the opening notes of “What You Own” started playing. “This is one of my favorite songs on the entire soundtrack,” she said. “It’s so powerful, and the bro-hug at the end just melts my heart.”

Tom nodded. “It’s definitely a turning point in the film.”

As the movie wound down, the popcorn and snacks dwindled as well. Tom placed the empty popcorn bowl on the nightstand next to him as the finale started.

“My one complaint is that I really wish the alternate ending would’ve been used in the film.”

“Me too!” Y/N exclaimed. “I mean I get why it wasn’t used, but I like the play’s version of the ending where it ends just like it begins. And speaking of… I’m so embarrassed I cried when Angel came running on stage during the finale.”

Tom chuckled. “I think it’s cute-- err, I mean nice. It’s nice that you’re reactive like that. Makes an actor feel like they’re giving a believable performance.”

“Speaking of acting…” Y/N checked her phone for the time. “It’s getting late. You better get some rest since your call time for tomorrow is early and you’re doing a lot of stunts.”

They stood and Tom walked Y/N to the door.

Y/N gave Tom a hug, and without thinking, also gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Oh, shit, I'm so sorry about that--” she stammered, taking a step back.

“What?” Tom looked confused.

“Just now-- I really didn’t mean to kiss you. I wasn’t thinking, and I understand if you’d be upset about it--”

Tom shook his head. “Why on earth would I be upset with you?” he tried to interrupt.

“--and it was completely unprofessional, so I’d also get it if you’d want to request a different assistant--”

“Wait, wait, Y/N!” Tom cried. He took Y/N's arms in a firm but gentle grip, steadying her. “I'm sorry to keep interrupting you, but I’m not upset at all.” He let go & studied her. “Have I given you the impression at any point this week that I've been anything less than pleased with you?”

Y/N blushed. “Well, no, not really…” she mumbled. “But I thought maybe you’d think I was hitting on you or something…”

“First off, it was just a kiss on the cheek, it’s not like you threw yourself at me. And secondly…” Tom paused. “I know we haven’t known each other long, but I kind of already consider you a friend. You’re incredibly easy to talk to, we have loads in common, and at the risk of sounding completely pompous you don’t seem to just be friendly to me because of my celebrity status or because Sony is paying you to be. I mean come on, you’ve insisted on rotating who was paying for dinner all week. You’re a genuinely nice person and I like being around you. There’s absolutely no reason to fret, okay?”

Y/N nodded. “Ok.”

Tom stood. “Now that’s settled then, yeah?”

Y/N nodded. “Yeah.”

Tom reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze, then pulled her in for a hug. “Goodnight, Y/N.” He kissed her on the cheek, then gave her a wink.

Y/N laughed. “Goodnight, Tom. I’ll see you in the morning.”

She went in and got ready for bed. As she lay there in the darkness replaying the night in her head she suddenly realized that her feelings for Tom definitely weren’t going anywhere-- in fact they had blossomed into a full-scale crush. I am so screwed.

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Upcoming plans! :)

Time for 2019, hah hah :D I thought now’s a good time to lay out some future plans, if only to keep you guys in the loop. Some of these might be a while down the line, so I can’t promise these’ll happen by, say, February, lol, but I’m doing my best!

- So, right now, I’m working on another commissioned chapter for My Forbidden Goddess, this time featuring one of Alice’s schoolmates as she comes under Sharani the goddess’ dickgirl-creating influence :D There might be some more Sandra stuff, too! We’ll have to see how it plays out :D This one’s going to feature some size play and big cock humiliation as Alice becomes more willing to use her powers and starts creating her perfect trans harem. After all, what could be more embarrassing for a college girl than suddenly sprouting a fat cock, mid-exam? :P

- After that, there will probably be another commissioned chapter for How I Made Your Mother :) I say probably because it’s a safe assumption the client wants more considering he told me so himself, lol, but you never know, life happens! X) In the second chapter, we’ll be exploring some more Wolf and James’ steady feminization. The client and I talked it over and it’s clear he’s looking for a slightly slower pace on things, so James might not start going trans in the second chapter quite just yet, as originally planned. We’ll get there, though :D For anybody who read The Forsworn Retribution, the client really enjoyed the dynamic between Maximus and Sabrina, if the point of reference helps any. If you like anthro content and curvy transsexuals and don’t mind some male/male stuff until you get there, this one’s for you! It’s gonna go trans/trans, eventually :P

- After those two, I don’t think I’m going to pass up on updating my own stories, again. I miss writing Blimbo and Dreams, lol, and I know there were some people who really liked Destiny, Terry, and where their interracial misadventures in their sleepy little neighbourhood were going. So, I’ll update them again! :) I’m still in the middle of rereading and proofing Dreams (I’m only at the third chapter, fuck me) but I’m really liking how the fixes are coming out. Things make a little more sense here and there, my intention in some scenes is a little clearer, and the grammar’s gotten a tidying. Good stuff!

- After even that, well, I did have some future plans of my own I was still looking forward to. Over the years, I’ve had it brought up a few times, here and there, about where somebody could read Dreams Nightmare. It was the second story in my Dreams series and was removed from Hentai Foundry following the content policy change of yore. I always knew I’d have to rewrite it some day (it’s ancient and terribly written, lol) but if there’s people who really want to see that part of the journey, I was thinking maybe I could just drop it into Google Docs, or something.

- As well, remember those two stories I brought up a little while ago, the original fantasy one about a tired god in a hopeless world, Immortal King, and the one about the trans king and prince who go suitor-hunting amidst much incest, King & Queen? Well, I still plan on doing them! :D It’s just a matter of clearing a little room on my plate so I don’t have too many projects ongoing at once. I might change the name on King & Queen so it isn’t quite so similar to Immortal King, or maybe change IK, I dunno. I’ll figure it out.

- As well, I had an old idea for a story that never got off the ground. I might’ve mentioned it before, where I was feeling particularly inspired post-MGS5 to write up a story about a milfy soldier in a crapsack dystopic world. I was talked out of it in the past by a former acquaintance, but after reading a couple crime novels for funsies, the feeling’s been coming back, so hey, I might sit down and work on it, at some point. :) If I do, keep an eye out for a story called Belladonna! I’d drop the concept sample I came up with ages ago, but this post’s already long, hah hah :P

- Other than that, I’ve recently been thinking about writing Kimmy and Beverly, a lot. I just recently reread the entire Kimmy’s Maid Training story, so I had a lot of fun thinking about which of those girls I might like following into a new story. Clara was very popular, probably because people love her for the femdom/futadom angle she’s heavy with, but people might’ve loved Beverly, even more :) Shelly was a popular favourite, too! Berri and Courtney got some love, but maybe I didn’t round out Hitomi and Aisha enough to get them some vocal fans. I don’t know. People would’ve loved to see the more confident Kimmy go back and have a second go with each of the girls from the start of her week, the ones she wasn’t so confident with.

I do remember that Top to Bottom was thoroughly satisfying to write for a number of reasons, and I remember asking people if they’d like to see more stories in that vein (stories where some hyper-dominant, ultra-aggressive, rape-happy, mind-game-playing, manipulative twat of a t-girl willing to put a guy through hell to forge him into her perfect bottom bitch instead has the tables turned on her and discovers a repressed subby side of her own) and I’m happy to say the response was vocal! I never forgot :D T2B was a very fun project (I wrote the entire first three chapters over one weekend, lmao) so of course I’m open to the idea of more! Again, I just have to clear space on my plate X) When I have too many projects ongoing at once, keeping a rotation slows everything down to a crawl.

- And lastly, whenever I have a few minutes free before crashing for the night, sometimes I write little snippets about Roxxy and Vic. Recently I did one about Gwyndolin because I’m a huge fan of Dark Souls, I’ve always wanted to write in the universe but I’ve never gotten around to making a real project out of it. I even had an original plot angle in mind, something interesting enough I could make a full story out of. I just wrote Gwyndolin because, well, I think he’s a romantic character, hah hah :D Plus, I was pairing him with a human, and we all know how much I love my fantasy interracial.

Anyway, I thought a backstage sneak peek might be interesting :) Let me know what you think! I’ll see you guys when MFG chapter three is complete :D

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