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cherrykindness · 4 years ago

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let's make babies |

pairing: Harry Styles x Actress!Reader

summary: you and harry are doing a live on instagram, you've drunk a lot of wine and now the world knows that the future Mrs. Styles is ready to make babies.

warnings: mostly cute, but the title tells you what you need to know 🤪

"What is your favorite song from the Fine Line album?" Y/N read aloud, twirling in her right hand the second glass of wine of the evening, the one already halfway through. "Adore You and Watermelon Sugar, of course."

Harry giggled, rolling his eyes upon hearing his fiancée's statement.

"Y/N will always choose Adore You because it was obviously written for her." He accused. "She wouldn't give that answer under different circumstances."

The comments climbed up the screen continuously, most fans gushing about how cute Harry Styles and YN/LN could be while the other part was concerned with wringing even more information out of the slightly inebriated couple who had decided to do a surprise live one early Sunday morning.

As expected after being away for some time to begin filming Don't Worry, Darling in Southern California, Harry enjoyed a lazy weekend in the house he shared with his fiancée and her pets. The days were filled with late naps and relentless Netflix marathons, sublime and ethereal evenings, marked mostly by unexpected declarations and rounds of sex that used to last until the beams of light were shyly coming through the linen curtains. They were not a monotonous couple, so this order could easily be changed.

"Watermelon Sugar is nothing more than about my love for watermelons, don't get too creative." Harry replied to a fan while sporting a corner smile, the message standing out among the rest for its dozens of emojis and large print, questioning the singer about erotic content behind the lyrics of his latest hit. "I really don't know what you guys are talking about."

Y/N laughed, shaking her head before leaning it against her fiancé's chest, propped up on the soft white pillows that were spread practically all over the bed. The air conditioner was on at a minimal temperature and a light rain whipped on the panes of glass camouflaged by the cream-colored curtain, that being the projection of Y/N's favorite nights.

"You can tell them, I'm not shy." She joked, nudging her fiancé's waist.

"You know what it was written about and who it was written for." Harry replied, raising one of his eyebrows. "That's what matters."

It went without saying that much of Harry's newest album, as well as some of his earlier work, had been done in exclusive dedication to his future wife. Y/N had been the muse for a vast repertoire of romantic songs, and even though the singer preferred to keep the story behind his more explicit compositions a "secret", the relationship the two had shared for more than three years was already solid and known enough for the media and fans to distinguish hidden messages in small details.

"It's a song about what usually comes before the act of making babies." Y/N laughed as he pointed at the display. "Honestly, you guys are impossible."

"No, we make babies every day." Harry joked, making a funny motion with his eyebrows. "I would spend my entire career writing just about that."

"Harry!" The actress exclaimed incredulously, slapping her fiancé weakly on the chest. "Children might be watching this."

"You don't want to have babies with me?" He asked falsely offended, accepting the cup that Y/N offered him. "Because I want some babies with you."

Y/N laughed, rolling her eyes as she watched the internet freak out at the dialogue that had suddenly emerged. Since the beginning of the quarantine, it was kind of inevitable that the couple of artists would not become the darlings of all social media; they were fervently active with photos, videos, and lives that depicted step by step daily life in isolation, gaining more and more followers and making the media more and more fascinated by the relationship they both shared.

The wedding was scheduled for the summer of next year and it was perhaps the most anticipated event in the tabloids. Bets about what the model of Y/N's dress would be and lists presuming who would be selected for the short list of guests stood out among countless news stories about the famous people influencing pop culture today.

The possible arrival of a Styles baby was an inevitable topic in interviews. Harry and Niall were the only members of the ex-boyband that had not become fathers yet, and because they had maintained a solid relationship and were seen as one of the most enviable couples during the last four years, Y/N and Harry had gotten used to all this openly asked questions. They didn't mind, they even had fun with the montages and all the anxiety that dominated the whole internet, often mentioning the fandoms' efforts to represent them as such "cool" parents in perfectly edited pictures.

"No, guys, I'm not pregnant." Y/N amusingly clarified the doubt of dozens of new comments. "Please don't believe so many controversial news stories that appear out there. I was on twitter last week and saw several people theorizing about a possible pregnancy, most of the arguments based on a website that used photos from the set of How to Get Away with Murder in the season where I was actually playing a pregnant woman as Laurel." She laughed. "It's so funny! I know you guys love to guess these things, but we won't hide something so special when it actually happen, I promise."

"Especially because Y/N can hide absolutely nothing from anyone." Harry accused, leaving his drink on the corner table before settling into a comfortable position for the two of them. "Anyone who's a Marvel fan knows that. That's one of her most characteristic quirks."

"They gave me a fake script for the last two movies." Y/N agreed, shaking his head. "For me and Tom."

"We agreed to keep the engagement a secret for a while. The plan was to travel to Holmes Chapel to break the news to my family in person, but guess who got a call at ten o'clock at night from an angry Anne because she learned of her son's engagement from an interview Y/N gave the next day?"

Y/N gave a guilty smile, winking gracefully at the camera. "It was all James' fault! I'm sure he already suspected something, those questions were very suspicious."

"Of course the questions were suspicious, babe. You literally said you had a secret that involved both of us but that you couldn't tell because it was important that our families knew first."

"I thought he would think about a pregnancy or something!" The actress defended herself, feeling very convincing in her intonation bordering on obviousness. "That's a mania I can't get rid of, it's in my genes."

"Did you all hear that? Further proof that you guys don't have to worry about guessing when Y/N's pregnancy will be, I'm sure our baby will make sure to tell you everything while still in the womb, mom's genes will make sure of that."

"You are so funny, Harry Styles." Y/N sarcastically stated, holding back a giggle as countless messages with laughing emojis were frantically up. "Yeah, I know I talk a lot and all, but you have annoying quirks too."

It was obvious that live would be news the next day. Although they were completely open about matters concerning their relationship, nothing seemed better than receiving so much exclusive information from a Harry and S/N drunk on expensive wine.

"You wake up in a bad mood and you're dangerously sexy, that should be illegal."

Harry laughed, holding his fiancée's waist a little tighter as he felt her tumble a little further to the side, getting closer and closer to the edge of the bed. Y/N was dangerously weak for drinks, and the singer knew that the actress' body was already near its limit.

"You're the only sexy person here, love." He declared with a corner smile, evidently finding the whole situation funny. "Do you want to go to sleep now?"

"No." Y/N shook her head. "Can we watch some movie? Can we watch Sweet Home?"

"Of course, love." He murmured, giving the woman a quick kiss on the forehead.

Even though Harry knew that his fiancée was unlikely to make it past the five-minute mark of the episode, he made sure to restart the korean series at exactly the scene where she had stopped, the first chapter still halfway through after Y/N realized that it would be impossible to watch such a macabre work without a drop of alcohol in her blood.

She had been so excited by the taste of Argentinian wine and the idea of updating her fans after a few weeks away, that she had forgotten the main purpose of the live. Harry and Y/N had been apart for a few days due to the new movie the Brit was shooting in North America, all happening in an unrestrictedly careful manner due to the restrictions caused by the pandemic.

He was slowly migrating towards acting and the future Mrs. Styles couldn't be prouder. Y/N had felt on cloud nine when Harry had given her the news of his upcoming job, but her only pronouncement on the subject had been a succinct post on instagram. Just a photo of the couple on a trip to Germany with a simple heart emoji didn't seem enough for the actress' exhibitionist soul, and coming to that conclusion was the main reason she decided to invite him, already relatively changed, for a live appearance. Y/N wanted to go on and on about how much she loved that man and work on that whole honeyed speech that would bring her (once again) the title of "cutest bride of all time," but of course Harry had to come home from his trip with his favorite red wine and poison her with those sweet caresses that took her out of orbit, turning the degree of alcohol content into the least of her problems.

"You're going to kiss Florence." Y/N exclaimed suddenly, as if only now realizing that her fiancé would share the screen with Florence Pugh, one of her closest friends in that industry. "Kiss on the mouth."

The MacBook was still open and hundreds of new comments were going up every second, but Harry didn't bother one bit to warn her about the possibility of her becoming a meme the next day. He was having too much fun with the situation to worry.

"Are you jealous?"

"Yes." She stated with a pout. "I am jealous, I just don't know if I'm more jealous of her or of you."

"But you kiss me every day, babe." Harry laughed. "And you've been kissing other people's men for almost ten years." He joked.

"But I only think about you, I already told you that."

Harry shook his head negatively at the camera, knowing he was sharing with the fans the funniest side of his fiancée.

"I know that, honey." He assured, lightly stroking the actress' back. "I think we'd better turn off the TV and go to sleep now, I'm sure you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow."

The brit planned to bid his audience goodbye and put an end to that recording, but Y/N was drunk and her sense of right and wrong had already gone to space. Harry should have been quicker, however, because his fiancée's speech would be cause for new tags and the only subject for the interviewers for at least the next few months.

"I don't want to sleep, how about we make babies?"

That's what Watermelon Sugar was all about, after all.

#harry styles imagine #imagine1d #imagine harry styles #harry x reader #harry styles x reader #fluffy imagine #harry fluff #actress reader

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dreamingofaizawa · 4 years ago

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Alarm

Song fic-- Alarm by Anne Marie

Keigo Takami (Hawks) x Reader

*No gendered terms are used for reader.

Warnings: Cheating, like two swear words? Angst.

Word Count: 1k

Author’s Note: I might make a part 2 where reader ends up with Shouta (cause I’m a simp for the sleep-deprived homeless caterpillar man) but I got school soon so we’ll see. If it wasn’t made clear, Hawks’ ex is Dabi. Tbh this hurt just a little bit, but I don’t really simp for the bird man, so it’ll probably hurt a whole lot more for all the Hawks simps. Sorry not sorry, I’m a cruel motherfucker.

Update: I made a Part 2

Enjoy~

This wasn’t the first time he’d come home late, smelling like cigarettes and bourbon. Smelling like him.

You’d been still and silent since he’d entered the room, and you didn’t pay him any mind when the bed dipped behind you and a warm hand shook your shoulder. “Baby bird? You awake?”

Yes.

A low sigh rolled over your skin before soft lips placed a kiss on your temple. Minutes later the shower was running and you let your eyes open. If he noticed the dried tear stains on your cheeks he either didn’t care or didn’t want to ‘wake’ you. It was almost every night now. The excuse was always hero work, but you knew why he never came home without that rancid smell sticking to his coat. You knew where he went instead of coming home to you.

A phone buzzed behind you. You knew it was his. You were looking at yours as it sat dormant on the nightstand in front of you. But you didn’t roll over to look at it. You’d seen the messages before, they were all the same, all from the fucker he called his ex. ‘It was fun, birdy~ I’ll be waiting for next time’.

What did you expect?

You used to worry about the winged hero’s safety out on late night missions. When you finally caught him, you’d confronted him and he promised never again. And you let it slide. Words from your friends ring in your head like an alarm. They warned you it’d end badly, warned you not to trust him after what he’d done. You didn’t listen before. You’re listening now. You’d probably get a slew of ‘I told you so’ from your friends.

Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it?

No, this wasn’t the first time. It was probably over the hundredth time. But it would be the last. With you, anyway. You didn’t know how long he’d been in the shower, but the water was still running. Silently, you got up and made your way to the bathroom. When you opened the door the blonde’s voice was soft as he asked if he’d woken you up. You only hummed as you undressed and stepped into the shower.

He turned to face you, resting his hands on your hips and rubbing at your skin. “What’s up, baby? You okay?” Again, you just hummed. You grabbed the soap and began to wash his shoulders and chest, relishing in the closeness. “Turn around.” Your voice was unnaturally weak, but he didn’t say anything. You washed his back, and began to wash his wings, carefully cleaning the feathers. As you looked down his body you saw the first degree burns, the ones shaped suspiciously like hands on his waist and hips and ass.

That wasn’t a first either. You carefully washed around the areas, gently massaging the skin around them. You reached over and turned the water temperature cooler, telling Keigo to rinse. “Where’d you get the burns?” A moment of shock and annoyance crossed his face. You knew where they were from, who they were from. “Oh, um, I bumped into a girl at the agency and she spilled her coffee on me.” You knew he’d say something like that. You hummed and nodded.

Liar.

“Keigo?” He hummed. You looked him in the eyes for the first time since you stepped in. “Tell me you love me.” His eyebrows raised and a small smile tugged at his lips, his hands cupping your cheeks gently as he kissed your nose.

“I love you, baby bird. You know that.”

No I don’t.

You nuzzled into one of his palms, taking comfort in the gesture. For the last time. At the end of this, two people would come out hurt. One fool, one liar.

When you’d both finished showering, you put ointment over the burns and the both of you got ready for bed. He climbed in. You didn’t. You went to the dresser and got dressed in sweats and a pullover hoodie. “What’re you doing baby?” You ignored him. The bags you’d packed sat in the closet, and you pulled them out. You could hear him scrambling out of bed.

A hand gripped your wrist and pulled you to look at him, his face full of confusion as he looked between you and the bags on the floor. “What are these bags for? Where are you going?” With a sigh, you pried your arm from his grasp. “I’m leaving you, Takami.” His eyes widened, breath hitching in his throat. You used his last name.

“What...what? Why?” He was getting frantic. He knew he fucked up. Calmly, you walked over to his phone. The text from earlier was still in his notification bar. You lifted it to his face, and he visibly deflated. “Because you never stopped. And you never will.” You didn’t know how you were so calm. You thought it’d be a lot harder, feel a lot worse.

“I...I’m sorry, baby bird.” You sighed as you grabbed your phone, walked over and picked up your bags. He didn’t move, and you knew he wouldn’t keep you from leaving. He knew you deserved better. And so did you. You placed your key on the dresser, and stepped out of the room. You looked back at his frame as you stood outside the bedroom. “No, Hawks. You’re not.” The pain on his face when he whipped around and looked at you made your heart squeeze in your chest.

Maybe he was a little sorry.

You turned and made your way out of the apartment, dialing the number of one of your closest friends. He picked up on the second ring. Of course he’s awake. His deep voice was smooth, even through the phone. “Yes?” You swallowed down the lump in your throat. “I broke up with him. Can you come pick me up?” There was some shuffling on his end for a second. “Send me your location, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

You glanced back toward the apartment door. You’d be leaving it all behind. But you had to. With a sigh, you tore your eyes away and kept walking. What’s done is done.

“Thank you, Shouta.”

#takami keigo x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo #keigo takami #hawks x reader #hawks #hawks bnha #hawks mha #keigo takami bnha #takami keigo bnha #keigo takami mha #takami keigo mha #tw: cheating

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clumsyclifford · 3 years ago

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ok hello i absolutely love all ur fics, you’ve just got a certain quality in ur writing that is just… mmm. yeah so anyway, do you have any advice on how to improve or just how to write?? (especially fic cause personally i struggle with that more than original stuff??)

hello!! that is very kind of you to say thank you <3

advice on how to write. oh boy. oh man. well i can try. i will do my best. i will also try to be brief but we all know how that song goes

update from having finished answering this: alright. okay. this is not only long, but decidedly english teacher-y. i’m sorry that i am the way that i am. this is what you get for asking a leo for writing advice. am i joking? maybe. maybe not. anyway. this post got away from me in a big way so here’s a read more. warning: LONG post under the cut.

1. study your characters. for RPF like the band stuff i write, that literally means watching interviews, watching them perform, seeing how they interact with each other, picking up on their mannerisms (behavior) - what they do with their hands, if they repeat themselves or stutter when they talk, the quality of their voice when they're talking about different things, and so on. also keep track of things they mention a lot in interviews especially about each other - for example jack has mentioned before that alex has an annoying habit of twirling his hair when he zones out. that kind of thing. IMPORTANT NOTE!: you don’t have to use all of this information. just like studying for anything, you collect all the information you can and then you parse through it and use whatever you think will contribute or be relevant to your story.

2. remember that characters are people. or at least they’re representing people, which is an important distinction (see #3). still, considering that your characters are people can be a helpful way to get out of your head. see, characters are supposed to be archetypical, and fulfill a role, and say certain things in certain ways and never really deviate from that. but people are highly unpredictable and behave in random ways for random reasons and have thought processes that are unfathomable. people will just do fuckin’ whatever. if you’re worried that your characters aren’t behaving in a believable way, keep in mind that you’re trying to make your characters represent people, and people’s behavior is justifiable any number of ways. people just do shit.

3. remember that characters are not people. sike! no but seriously, this is just as important to remember. unfortunately, no matter how hard you try, characters are never going to be people. that’s a good thing for stories, though. characters can pick up on nuance in senses that people can’t - they can distinguish between different facial expressions, different smells, different sounds - BUT ONLY INSOFAR AS IT MOVES THE STORY ALONG. in other ways, characters are ridiculously oblivious. you can use this to your advantage. in fact, a lot of the time, you have to. if your character notices right away that someone is flirting with him, then you can’t write a 30k slow burn, for example. characters don’t do that thing humans do where they go “what?” but then halfway through the re-explanation they register what’s been said. pretty much everything characters say has meaning. (by this i don’t mean semantic meaning, i mean significance - characters don’t really just say “what?” because they didn’t hear what someone said, they say “what?” because they can’t believe it or they don’t understand it or they refuse to understand it. characters never seem to run into the didn’t-hear-them problem. must be nice.)

characters can do whatever you want or need them to do, because you’re in charge of them. (sometimes this doesn’t feel true - mine do all kinds of shit and i just have go “well alright then” - but it is true.) they are gears in a story. you decide when and how they turn.

4. dialogue is your friend. i am super super biased here, because i looove writing dialogue. if you talk to sam about this i’m sure she would say that description and narration are the ways to go. but you came to me, so i get to say that dialogue is god. i don’t want to say that dialogue is the only method of communication (i know nonverbal communication is real), but dialogue is the fastest and most effective method of communication, and by extension, the most effective way to advance relationships between characters. now. obviously there are exceptions. if characters are kissing, they’re probably not doing a lot of talking. if they’re trying to be undercover or discreet, they’re more likely to rely on gestures and facial expressions than speaking. if you’re writing a very peaceful scene, you might not want to undercut it by adding a lot of chit-chat. but i maintain that dialogue is the best way to move a story along, for a few reasons.

first, at least for me, too much description is just tiring. depending on how skillful the writer is (sam), i can read a fair amount before i hit my limit, but unlike in mean girls, the limit DOES exist. you don’t want to over-describe the world (see #5). second, i find that dialogue is a really really good indicator of a person’s character. this is especially true and relevant in fanfiction, which is a lot more character-driven than original fiction in many ways. also, in a sec i’m gonna talk about showing [not/and] telling, which is every english teacher’s bitch, but dialogue is a really good way of showing who a person is and also a good way to establish facts about the universe. you could just narrate and be like “Jack hated waking up early,” and that works and in many cases it’s perfectly legit. but you could also do something like this:

“What the fuck,” Jack mumbled, still half asleep. “You better have a really fucking good reason to be waking me up this early. Like someone better have fucking died.”

and sometimes that’s just a more fun way to say it. (for the record you can also show AND tell here! there’s no reason why you can’t have this line of dialogue and then a line in the narration confirming how very much jack is not a morning person!)

the last reason why i am particularly fond of dialogue is because i am also particularly fond of communication, which is a preference thing. let’s face it, guys: characters aren’t gonna communicate if they’re not literally actually talking to each other. dialogue means talking to each other. talking to each other means solving problems, fixing (or creating) conflicts, understanding each other better. i love communication, ergo, i love dialogue. And You Should Too.

5. describe the world, but don’t over-describe. i opened this fic earlier and it was like “jack was excited to wake up to go to his first class at the university of baltimore” and i just. i was like is this really relevant. do i really need to know this. and i never found out because i closed the fic but in my defense it was on wattpad and i had only opened it out of curiosity. look. there are three ways to use details in fic. (a) introduce them right away (b) introduce them when they become relevant or (c) don’t introduce them at all. let me give you some examples.

(a) say your character A (i’m using jack because i’m used to him) wakes up. he’s in his room in his house off-campus. character B (rian) walks into the room. this might be a good time to explain that rian is his housemate. to that point: “show not tell” is a good rule, but sometimes “show and tell” is just as good. e.g.:

Rian walks in, holding Jack’s Green Day shirt and looking irritated. That’s really nothing new; Rian looks irritated at Jack roughly once a day. Being housemates for a year will do that to a friendship.

boom, now you’ve let everyone know they live together without throwing it in their face, and you’ve also told everyone that these two guys are friends and have been friends for at least a year but probably longer. you showed it by having rian walking in holding jack’s shirt - usual housemate behavior - but you also told it in a subtle way that established the relationship and some kind of history between these two. well done.

(b) sometimes you want a certain detail to make an impact. this is the kind of thing you hold onto and don’t specify, and in certain cases you leave the reader wondering, “well what about x?” and then when you finally explain x they go ohhhhhhhhhh. yknow. the italicized oh. consider the following:

(A)

“Alex is in my bio class,” Rian says, referring to Jack’s ex-boyfriend of last year.

Jack frowns. “So? Why should I care?”

“He’s my lab partner,” Rian says. “I have to spend a lot of time with him.”

“I don’t care what you and Alex do,” Jack says. “But you should know he sucks at bio.”

Rian gives Jack a look. “First of all, that’s not true, he’s incredibly smart. And second, I’m telling you as a courtesy, because I thought you might not want your ex-boyfriend hanging around our house after he broke your fucking heart.”

(B)

“Alex is in my bio class,” Rian says.

Jack frowns. “So? Why should I care?”

“He’s my lab partner,” Rian says. “I have to spend a lot of time with him.”

“I don’t care what you and Alex do,” Jack says. “But you should know he sucks at bio.”

the only difference between these two excerpts (which i just wrote lol they’re not from anything real) is that the second one doesn’t explain who alex is right away. that makes it way more interesting when rian reveals who alex is a few lines later. magic.

(c) take this college au that we’ve established here. where does it take place, you ask? easy answer: it doesn’t matter. you don’t need to say what school they’re at. this will make your job easier, because then no one can fact check you, and it also means you don’t have to decide what school they’re at. but even if you do decide, it’s not usually necessary to say. believe me, you can go thousands of words without ever needing to specify what school they’re at. you know why? because it doesn’t matter. and no one cares. and as soon as you specify in canon that they’re at a particular school, you are bound to be accurate to everything that school does, and that makes your job way more difficult than it needs to be. as hazel once said, work smarter, not harder.

6. adverbs are also your friend. (yknow, words that describe verbs, typically ending in -ly, like “loudly” or “angrily” or “smoothly”.) ESPECIALLY when it comes to dialogue tags. (dialogue tags are the things you add to dialogue to say who’s talking and how they’re talking - like “he said” or “he whispered” or “he earnestly explained” or whatever). a lot of the writing advice you’ll see nowadays will usually guide you away from overusing dialogue tags other than the classic “says/said” and i STRONGLY concur with that advice. things like yelled, cried, mumbled, snapped - these are very good in moderation, when you’re really trying to emphasize the way a person is speaking. the more you use them, the less impact they have. in most cases, a simple “he said [adverb]” will do. instead of “he snapped” consider “he said curtly/sharply/coldly.” instead of “he mumbled” consider “he said quietly/clumsily/softly.” I WANT TO MAKE IT CLEAR THAT THESE ARE NOT DIRECT SYNONYMS. every word has a nuanced and slightly different meaning and that is the BEAUTY of the english language!!!! all i’m saying is that in many cases, a verb can be replaced with an adverb to achieve roughly the same effect, without making the reader feel like they’re scanning a thesaurus.

and speaking of a thesaurus: it’s not cheating to use outside resources like thesaurus.com to help you come up with words. i fuckin love thesaurus.com. i use that shit all the time for everything. i use it when i’m writing emails. i used it just now to write that last paragraph. thesaurus.com is your BEST friend.

7. grammar. (and spelling but that’s really a given.) unfortunately if i tried to teach you all of the essential rules of grammar this post would exceed tumblr’s previously-nonexistent word count limit. so i’m not gonna teach you any of them. this is just a general point to suggest that if/when you’re writing, have someone you trust, with a good grasp of grammar, look over it. of course it doesn’t have to be perfect or AP style or anything like that. readers will overlook a certain amount of grammar mistakes and every reader has a different threshold. but in general, as a grammar geek and former journalism editor-in-chief, i have a duty to my grammurai code to preach the importance of grammar in writing. good grammar does not necessarily mean good writing and vice versa, bad grammar does not necessarily mean bad writing, but bad grammar makes good writing a lot harder to read, and in some cases will even obscure your actual meaning. so please, have someone read it. for the record this is me offering up my services. i am very good at fixing grammar. i have lots of weaknesses in writing but grammar is one of my strengths. please prioritize grammar. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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okay so now that i’ve said all of this shit and pretended to be an expert and embodied everyone’s tenth grade english teacher, let me add one very important disclaimer:

none of this is always relevant.* writing is an art, not a science. you are never going to be following all of the rules, all of the time. you shouldn’t. it’s good to know the basics of constructing a plot, establishing a character, showing and/not telling, moving the story along. but a lot of this advice is really subjective and heavily influenced by my writing experience and habits and tendencies and preferences, and those are simply not generalizable to the world. i am a sample size of one and science dictates that that means my results cannot be statistically significant. i am just some guy. earlier i said you don’t want to over-describe the world. but maybe you do! maybe you’re really into worldbuilding and you want people to know what they’re getting into. maybe you’re like sam, and you just don’t feel as confident in your dialogue skills but you love painting word pictures. i said that adverbs are your friend, but maybe you just prefer to use verbs. maybe you don’t want ANY dialogue tags and you want the reader to interpret the dialogue based on context and content. i said that characters aren’t people and they won’t behave like people, but maybe you’re trying to write hyper-realistic characters. maybe you’re just going for believability over narrative. WHATEVER. the point is, rules are made to be broken. no one is going to have The Answer for How To Write Good because there isn’t just one answer. every single writing rule has exceptions and you can be that exception as many times as you want.

*except grammar. grammar is fucking always relevant.

i hope any of this advice was helpful to you, even though i english teacher-ed the fuck out of it. and for what it’s worth, i approached this as if you were a relatively novice writer, but i know absolutely jack shit about your writing prowess and experience and habits. so maybe you already know all of this and none of what i’ve said is helpful at all. if you have a more specific problem, i would be happy to try and help. if you’re hoping for more specific feedback, i’d have to read something of yours first - but again, happy to try and help. i don’t know if you can tell but i loooove writing and english and grammar and all of this shit and it would be my honor. i have now spoken so long that james madison himself is begging me to shut up so i’ll stop here but thank you for coming by and giving me the opportunity to expatiate a shit ton. and GOOD LUCK i forgot the most important advice of writing which is HAVE FUN LOVE WHAT YOU WRITE AND WRITE WHAT YOU LOVE OKAY BYE

#yowza #mamma mia #hachi machi #someone get this bitch a muzzle #i feel like i keep saying i sound like an english teacher here but i never specify that im not actually an english teacher #god i wish my blog brand was just 'the person you come to with writing questions'#is it too late to establish myself as that #ask #writing advice #stuff #im giving it the stuff tag. i said enough that i feel like it's earned the stuff tag.#anonymous #if i keep looking at this im just going to keep adding things because adhd-coded brain wants ME to overdescribe. hypocrite #so im just gonna hit post n run #good luck

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singeramg · 5 years ago

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Ruin Me

Quick little reader insert imagine based off this post. Based off a non-ask...

*Update: Now a full length story! Check out Masterlist for my chapters?*

Pairing: CEO! Henry Cavill x Female! Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Power imbalance, dom! Henry, sub! reader, fingering, dirty talk...

Song choice: Funny How Time Flies- Meshell Ndegeocello

PART 2 HERE

“ Y/N can you bring me a cup of coffee...please.”

His voice wasn’t raised but his tone told you all you needed to know.

He was not happy. Not happy at all.

He had called you from the phone in his office, not even bothering to call through the door or better yet come to the door himself which he usually did when he needed something from you and was in a good mood. You don’t dwell on it much and you get to your feet, and hustle over to break room to make a fresh pot of coffee.

It doesn’t take long; you wait the ten minutes to brew, taking note that your coworkers are packing up for the night. You look at the clock and realize you better do the same.

Although you have nowhere special to be the last thing you wanted to do on a Friday night was spend more time at the office. You didn’t complain much, the job wasn’t had for you. You hadn’t been with the company long but you were sure you liked it thus far.

You were Executive Assistant to the CEO of Cavill Industries. a company he started with his brothers years ago and had grown to be a world wide force. Henry Cavill may not have been the eldest brother but he certainly was the most determined and invested of the 5 and more so than any man you had met. This was why they made him the CEO.

You also thought that had something to do with the fact that he honestly was the best looking brother out of all of them.

The face of the company.

He had to stand out in a crowd, oh and Henry Cavill certainly did.

You could admit to no one but yourself that you had found him extremely attractive during your third and final interview where you finally got to meet him. If he wasn’t your boss, he would be exactly the type of guy you went for in terms of looks. Tall, dark curly hair, a jawline that could cut glass, dazzling smile and sharp blue eyes that seemed to pinpoint everything

Including any mistakes you made.

He had made adjusting to this new job hard for you.

Pointing out every mistake, forcing you to redo whole reports that people who got paid a lot more than you should have been doing

But nooooo

He ‘trusted ‘ a.k.a could hover over you while you fixed it.’ causing more late nights and overtime than you cared to think about.

Forget a social life, everything had to be about him.

You had to be everything.

In your job interview nobody had mentioned you would be basically in charge of his life.

Dry Cleaning, arranging his groceries to be delivered, you were even his dog walker on the days he brought his cute Akita Kal-El to the office.

Yea that was totally fun in the heels he forced you into everyday.

You had tried wearing respectable flats after your first week with sore feet and he vetoed that almost immediately.

Saying it wasn’t “seemly“ and that you were the assistant to the CEO and you should dress like it. Needless to say half of the time you wanted to slap him. The other time you were ridiculously turned on. I mean despite being an ass sometimes he played right into your masochistic streak. The way he spoke to you, wasn’t nasty but it had a very direct way that left no room for arguing or confusion. Just like with the heels. You normally would have argued your point, maybe even seen if he would come to some sort of compromise but you didn’t with him. You just kept the flats in your car and a pair under your desk for when you were sitting at your desk and for the days he was out of office.

That sort of sneaky was not like you at all. You just preferred to pull off the band-aid so to speak, but Mr. Cavill was not for any of that.

All you said to him when the response he wanted was obvious was a yes sir or no sir.

You made his coffee just as he liked two cubes of sugar, and a splash of cream. He always would like three extra cubes of sugar on the side, adding the extras depending on how his day had been going. The more sugar added the better his day. You walk as smooth as you can to his office, the large dark door. You don’t bother to knock, sliding open the door to his office, begging your heels not to catch on the floor. You sit his coffee on the desk, to his right, and far enough from his hand that he doesn’t accidentally knock it over.

You smooth out your black mid length dress, and try not to fidget with your red belt that gives a retro theme to the look, and you even had a red purse and red blazer to wear with it (which you had ditched mid-morning). You slip back out the door when he doesn’t look at you. You pick up the tablet you use to keep track of everything on a mobile basis. You pull up his calendar and head back into the large office.

The office itself had never intimidated you despite the large solid oak desk in the middle of the room. It felt open because of the floor to ceiling windows that had automatic curtains that came down on command. You actually loved his office despite the fact that you didn't spend a lot of time in it. You re-enter his office, and stand in front of the desk looking down at the calendar.

“Okay before the day ends I would like to go over your schedule for the weekend.”

He finally looked up at you, his blue eyes giving direct contact, that you couldn’t hold and went back to the glowing tablet, where the sun was starting to set outside.

“You have a dinner meeting tonight which starts at 6:30pm; a 30 minute commute time which means you need to be out of here in the next 45 minutes, if you would like to arrive with your 15 minute grace period as normal.”

He doesn’t say anything at first, then takes off the reading glasses off his face and tosses them on the desk.

“Continue.”

“ Not too many things on the agenda for this weekend except for family brunch on Sunday. Your mother requests you arrive on time this time.”

You regulate a smirk to the side of your mouth.

“I’ve arranged for a bouquet of flowers to be delivered to your house by 9am for you to take over there to her.”

“I don’t suppose I have any missed messages from today?”

You look at him confused.

“Ummm....no. Were you expecting a call?”

He sighs and rubs the temples of his head, clearly upset something.

“No...yes...don’t worry about it. You’ve already arranged for a car for me?”

Yep, he was upset and he was not about to share it with you. You didn’t press him, only prayed it didn’t result in a hell of a clean-up for you later. You had been the bad guy with no less than 4 woman, all of them glaring and spiting nasty vitriol at you when you wouldn’t give them access to Henry. You had seen them all come and go.

“Yes.”

He looks you over, getting to his feet, walking over to the door you knew to be an en-suite bathroom and keeping his extra changes of clothes.

“ Do you have any plans for tonight?”

He asks you suddenly and puts you on the spot. You don’t even have a lie to cover up how pitiful your life was, but you had to try. He didn’t need to know you don’t have anything planned tonight but a glass of wine and catching up on your TV shows you missed for all the overtime you’ve been working.

“Yes.”

“Like what?”

He asks almost immediately as if knowing you were lying. You had to try and get out of some crazy overtime he was known for. You didn’t want another late night in the office.

“Ummm...”

As noted earlier you didn’t think well on the spot. He raises an eyebrow at you.

“You know I don’t appreciate liars Y/N. Anyhow if you are done lying to me, the meeting for tonight requires a...feminine touch.”

“Feminine touch?”

You echo. He goes into the closet and you can hear him changing. You try not to think about him behind the wall.

“Yes. The people I am meeting with require a bit of finesse. The negotiations always go better when we bring our women to the meetings.”

“Soo... would you like me to call someone for you. I can have a dress sent over in their size to smooth the deal over.”

He laughs at you.

“No. Grab your things and call the car service to get here in 10 minutes.”

“ What stop the press? Are you putting me out of the office before you for once?”

You quip at him. He comes from around the corner his attire changed into a black button down shirt, left with the top few unbuttoned. He adjusts the sleeves and looks up with you.

“No you are going with me Y/N and we must hurry, you are going to require another dress.”

“But...”

“No buts. I need you and you are wasting time.”

He picks up a black suit jacket, his cologne hitting you with an umpf he walks by you to get to the car...

*********

The dinner had gone great from what you could tell. You saw a whole other side of Henry. One that was only observed under the rarest of occasions.

At least for you.

Overall you weren’t asked for much, Henry had bought you another black dress only this one was a bit more leggy than you were used to around such important people. Its spaghetti strapped and sweetheart neckline, offering way more cleavage than you would ever consider wearing around him, but Henry had literally come in with you, pulling it from the rack along with a few other choices and this was the tamest all the options he left you. You damn near had a panic attack in the dressing room. The women in the boutique had fixed your hair and makeup in the little amount of time you had, once again at Henry’s behest. You hadn’t be so pulled together since... well you couldn’t remember....

Henry had even been nice to you all evening, but you knew it was all an act, even if your body did respond to the compliments and lingering looks, the smile he would shoot you, he had even let his hands skim across your lower back.

You did your best not to read into anything. Had even gone along with the little game he was playing, being over sweet, playing with the curls on the nape of his neck, your hands lingering on his arms. Enough to suggest without being outwardly desperate and trashy. You were ever the smiling damsel to his associates, laughing at the jokes, ignoring the sexist comments about your dress or the ‘arm candy’ they referred to you as, despite it pissing you off.

You stayed to yourself most for the ride back to the office, and he stays quiet as well. Only then once the car parks do you realize in your haste earlier you left your keys upstairs. He insists he needs to come up as well to grab some files from his desk. You offer to bring them back down but he insists. You scurry to your desk, not finding them in the drawer where you usually kept your purse.

You don’t see them. You panic and look for them intensely.

Oh you hoped you didn’t leave them at the boutique where you changed dresses.

“Y/N. Could you come in here please? I would like to discuss something with you before you leave.”

He calls to you, the voice losing the soft tone he had with you all night, this only serves to make your blood run cold. Have you done something wrong? Said the wrong thing to the wrong person and cost him millions of dollars? You needed your job, and hoped pretty badly that this wasn’t the end of it.

You honestly couldn’t tell if you missed it or not. You disregard the thoughts you are having and push them back in your mind, offering to sort them out later. Preferably with alcohol nearby. You look into his office and see that he is standing behind his desk. Once you come in, thinking he needed something from you.

“Close the door.”

You close the door behind you, the lights on a dim shade, enough for you to see but not enough to over power your eyes.

“Did you need anything from me, because it’s late and I should be heading home...”

He surprises you by cutting you off in a tone that was even softer than any other time he had used with you before.

“I just wanted to say thank you for accompanying me tonight y/n.”

“You are Welcome. I’m just going to go...”

You smile and turn to leave but his voice stops you with a sharp tone that makes you freeze.

“Did I say you could leave?”

You feel your face get hot and you turn back around to face him. The lighting only showcasing the angles of his face, making you ever more nervous.

“No but Sir it's 12am...”

“I know what time it is. You are so stubborn all the time. Can’t even take a simple compliment.”

“I thought you were done.”

You shrug, and immediately regret being so nonchalant with him., his gaze intense.

“I wasn’t. Now before you interrupted me, I was saying thank you not only because you came with me but for playing your role so effortlessly. I didn’t expect you to be so ...reciprocating to me.”

“I figured that would be best. How would it appear if you showed up with a staff member we rather than a significant other like the other at the table.”

“Well your quick and astute observation saved me tonight.”

“All in a day's work. Now if I can just get out of these heels tonight and maybe into a pedicure tomorrow I will have made this all worth while.”

He surprises you by coming from behind the desk where he had been standing, coming to stand in front of you.

And you cursed yourself because it was back again.

The arousal you fought with every lingering look and touch he gave you tonight. How honeyed his words were with you, combined with the animalistic power you knew was just boiling under the surface.

“I have had many secretaries before and none of them take your position as seriously as you do. You put a lot of effort into your job and does not go unnoticed.”

Having him so close was unnerving. Especially when you had his direct attention. You can’t hold eye contact and look down at the floor. Henry touches your chin, his fingers tilt your chin up and you lock eyes. It wasn’t the first time you noticed the space of brown in his left eye, but the first time you were close enough to appreciate it.

You feel your pulse quickening.

“I don’t think I told you how beautiful you look tonight.”

He blinks slowly and you don’t breathe at all as his lips move toward your own. He is seconds away from kissing you, tension heavy in the room.

“Wait....Henry...I just...I Can’t go there.”

You say it out loud and it’s like someone let the air out of your balloon. He lets your face go and looks at you confused, for the first time you see just Henry. Not your boss, not the CEO who always had to be ‘on’ and in charge, you just saw Henry. His face was open and unguarded.

“It’s not that I don’t want you. It’s just you are my boss...”

Henry moves suddenly, and yet simultaneously time slows as he crashes his lips onto yours. The odd duality of soft, yet firm, calming yet passionate overtakes your mind and short circuits you. His hands are holding the side of your face on one side and behind your neck. His kiss steals what little breath you had away. You almost forget why this would have been such a bad idea but he pulls away.

“Darling, Didn’t anyone tell you? The boss makes the rules...”

He resumes kissing you and you offer little in the way of resistance as he picks you up, in fact you lock your legs around his waist and he deposits you on top of his desk. Everything you had been feeling for him was bubbling up in that moment. You were caught in being wanted to be treated like silk and wanting to toss him down and take exactly what you wanted in no uncertain terms of hatefucking him for all the jackass behavior he had exhibited since you started 6 months ago.

You slide his jacket off his broad shoulders, tossing it to the room, igniting the soft thud it makes when the expensive thing lands in a heap on the floor. He pulls your hips toward the edge of the desk and his large hands are hot as they slide up your skirt over trembling thighs and his lips move to your neck. He finds the sensitive spots there quicker than anyone ever had while also moving his fingers to play with your clit through the lining of the black lace panties you were wearing.

Your breath hitches in your throat and Henry grins against your lips, letting you take a second before he kisses you again. His fingers dance around before latching to the hemline and yanking them with enough force that they are torn from your body. Your hips sting from the pull, but you are more than turned on. You fumble with the buttons on his shirt, and don’t look at the skin revealed, but he doesn’t let you take it off him and instead pushes one of his fingers inside of you, you lewdly moan, and grasp his biceps quickly, having been taken off guard. It wasn’t that you weren’t wet, because you were plenty wet, your now ruined panties had been testament to that, but you had expected more of a playful teasing, but as one of your last coherent thoughts, you knew this man never wasted time.

He was a do-er...

And right now he was doing you. The amount of focus and precision he took in his work, pouring over contracts, logs, inventory and the like, he was putting in on you. As his finger moves in and out he is staring at you with such intensity you think you might explode.

“You are dripping baby girl. Melting right into the palm of my hand to be exact.”

He removes the finger that had been inside of you, raising it to his lips, tasting you from it, and you shudder. He kisses you again, you closing your eyes, then you hear in his deep tone like melted chocolate, luxurious to your ears,

“Open your eyes and suck them.”

He held two of his fingers and you opened your mouth. He wanted to hold your gaze.

“Get them nice and wet for me.”

You suck on them, imaging the girth that had been teasing you for months in his sacks, was what was actually in your mouth. You had wanted so badly to taste him and feel him you reach down, palming his obvious erection and you hear him growl. It was your turn to smirk, and as soon as he felt that smirk, he pulled his two fingers from your mouth and thrusts them into you.

You whimper and the one hand you left on his bicep clenched in, digging into his skin. His fingers glide in and out almost painfully slow. You need faster.You try to move your hips to make him move but he chuckles.

“That won’t work y/n. We do this at my pace. Be still or I will stop.”

He didn’t go any faster, his movements deliberately slow. You could tell he was getting a kick out this, and you whine again.

“Beg kitten.”

He whispers in your ear, his thumb teasing your clit again.

“Please.”

He moves a little faster.

“Come on love. You can do better than that.” Teasing.

“Please Henry...”

He slaps your thigh with a sharp tap and it sends the zing of arousal.

“That's not what you call me. Try again.”

While your brain is shorting out, you fumble on what he wants from you.

“I..i don’t know sir...”

He rewards you by speeding up more. Your torso drops backwards, your head follows as you rest back on your elbows, and legs move wider, making your dress bunch up around your hips.

“There you go. There’s what I was looking for. Now beg me to make you come.”

You worry your bottom lip, ignoring how your chest heaves, pulling against the black fabric of the dress.

“Fuck! Please sir please let me cum.”

“That’s more like it. Begging me like the dirty little slut you are.”

He speeds up, his fingers curling inside, tapping that spongy space that made your eyes cross and your vision blur. You didn’t think you would like being called a ‘little slut’ but it was more of a turn on than you had ever thought it would be.

“Sir let me cum please let me cum.”

His dexterous fingers speed up, his thumb rubbing your clit and you were glad no one else was in the office as your moans echo throughout the room.

“You want to be my good girl hmmm?”

You nod furiously, the edge of your orgasm coming up rapidly, as your walls begin their tell-tell sign of fluttering.

“Good girls wait until they have permission. You hold it.”

It was damn near impossible, but you try to focus on anything but how good his fingers feel. He pulls your body back up from the desk with his hand gripping behind your neck. His lips crash on your again, he lingers around your lips you breathe heavily against his lips.

“I’ll be your good girl!”

You yell.

“Good. Cum then come for me.”

It’s like the world goes silent and all you can focus on is his fingers as your orgasm pulls you under. It’s an out of body experience where you could hear your moans and groans of Henry’s name, where you were literally shaking, but you could bring yourself down. Destroyed, Henry is whispering praises in your ear. Calling you his and how good you were for him. It doesn’t take long to come back down, but when you do you feel wrung out, and as Henry pulls away, you notice the sheen of fine layered sweat on his forehead. You feel self conscious as he stares down at you, and without the haze of lust in your eyes it settles in you that your boss just gave you one of the best orgasms of your life and hadn’t even taken off his pants.

Pants that were currently begging you to be taken off. He begins to chuckle and you realize you’ve been staring at his cock outline, and he was laughing at you. He unbuttons his pants, and finally takes off his shirt the rest of the way, finally revealing the god sculpted body that he clearly worked for.

The look on his face says he is going to ruin you and you are going to like it.

Only then, as he begins to work on the zipper to your dress, do you look to your left on the desk and see your keys sitting there...

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A/n: Hope that was what you were looking for @thiccgeralt Hope this met your expectations and thank you!

I am thinking of coming back to this, but honestly I am waiting until @laketaj24 finishes her CEO! fic The Rules, because its so freaking wonderful and I don’t want to ruin anything by stealing any thunder with a CEO fic OR Ficlet I would plan on doing. BTW if you haven’t read The Rules then please do yourself a favor a go over to her page and check out all of her work. You will not regret a second of it....

However I am tossing this out to see if there would be any interest in a continuation of this fic. Let me know and as always thank you for reading, re-blogging, and liking!

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arse-crack-thistle · 4 years ago

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quality time

rwrb and the five love languages | part four

in which bea nearly crashes from the stress of party-planning (aroace rep)

Princess Beatrice buzzes around The Masquerade, double-checking place cards, straightening table settings, and pulling dried rose petals from the centerpieces. She rented the concert venue for the night to throw a modern Valentine’s gala to benefit Henry’s queer youth center in London. He and Alex are around here somewhere, probably hooking up in a broom cupboard and definitely not nitpicking every detail like Bea is. Her assistant follows her with a clipboard and updates her on the schedule: t-minus three hours until guests arrive and, in the meantime, she needs to give final approval, soundcheck with the band, and get dressed up. Jeans and a blazer, while royal casual, are not party-appropriate, and tonight needs to be perfect.

She usually hates royal events like galas, but this one is special. Not because it’s Valentine’s Day—Bea could not give two fucks about the holiday—but because ever since coming out as asexual around Christmas, she’s been looking for an opportunity to help other queer people, or at least give them a public figure they could point to and say, “See Mum and Dad, she’s like me.” Henry and Alex got their chance, and now this time, it’s hers.

The stage lights up with pink and red; it’s cheesy, but Bea digs it. The concert was the one thing she would not budge on with her royal event planner. Did she want to reach into wealthy pockets? Yes. Did she still want to have a good time? Hell yes. And the band she’s joining for one night only happens to be just as queer as the charity they’re supporting.

Permanent Record, local to London, tune their instruments on stage. Bea has met them dozens of times over the last month and vibed with them instantly. Margot, the too-cool lead singer always decked out in a leather jacket and Docs, is ace like her, and as much as Bea has wanted to get to know them, there’s been no time. Turns out, party-planning and party-executing steals the host away from all meaningful human connection. She’s only been able to keep up with Henry because he’s partly responsible for this event.

The pit, full of tables covered in pink and gold, finally looks perfect enough for Bea to hand-off any other minute fixes to the planner and finally have her soundcheck with the band. But then, a large crash comes from the back of the venue, and she hears a loud shriek coming from a familiar voice, the one that’s been shrill and disapproving for the last month. When Bea runs up, she sees hundreds of shattered champaign flutes and her planner on the floor, blood oozing from her hands.

This cannot be happening. The only reason Bea kept this woman around was to take most of the day-of duties off her plate. But she’s in the back of an ambulance now, and Henry is nowhere to be found. Bea’s stress levels go from tolerable to unbearable as she orders her assistant to track down replacement flutes. The staff are quick to fill her other requests: a couple of people start sweeping, someone runs off to find her co-host, another tells the band Bea’s soundcheck will be postponed, and a brave soul steps up as a temporary assistant and follows her around the back tables to check for broken glass. Bea knows she doesn’t have to be the one to do this, but it seems like the success of this event lies solely one her shoulders. If something goes wrongs, it’s her face—not Henry’s—in the papers the next day. Powder Princess Crashes and Burns at Gay Ball. Christ.

After an hour, everything is sorted. There’s no glass. The planner is getting stiches. Permanent Record has started their soundcheck and sound amazing. But even their chill indie tunes can’t calm the princess. She needs to get on stage, but her stylist specifically requested she have at least two hours to work his magic, which is not going to happen.

Bea tells her assistant to get her stylist and his team to the venue, because she won’t be able to leave, and warn him he’ll only have an hour at best. Henry and Alex have already taken off to get ready, and she has to remind herself to smack them later for abandoning her.

She tugs off her blazer, drapes it over a chair, and rolls up her sleeves. If she does get her hands on a guitar, she’ll explode. It’s all she can think of to stop her from raiding the bar at the back.

“Better late than never, eh, Princess?” Margot says as she huffs on stage.

One of the stagehands gives Bea her beautiful sleek, black Fender Stratocaster, and her anxiety reduces itself to a hum. Music can’t cure all, but it certainly keeps her from wrecking every good thing in her life.

“Let’s just play,” she says.

But it’s anything but perfect. Whatever chemistry she had with Permanent Record somehow jumped into the Thames between their last rehearsal and now because this is an absolute travesty and she’s only playing two songs with them tonight. She’s forgotten measures of one song and can’t find the chords fast enough in her solo of the other. Utter shit.

Why does she even fucking bother?

She always fucks everything up. Always. Why did she think she could put this on? Sure, she’s chaired these events before, but not ones she actually cares about, not ones she’s actually put her heart into. Christ, no wonder. She should’ve known it would turn out like this. She’s the anti-Midas; everything she touches turns to shit.

No kid will ever see her as a queer role model. She’s the girl they point to and say, “See Mum and Dad, what a waste.”

She needs a hit so fucking bad.

Which is why she has to get out of here ASAP. Before she does anything she’ll regret. She won’t slip again, and she won’t be the reason this gala fails. Henry can handle it without her.

So when Margot calls for a five-minute break, Bea excuses herself and hands off her guitar. On her way out the door, she tells the stagehand to find her assistant and tell her to have Henry take over. The hard part is over thanks to the planner actually being brilliant at her job, even if she and Bea would never get along.

No doubt, cameras are already lined up outside, so she hides in one of the green rooms and locks the door behind her. If she just takes a deep breath and calms down, she can bring herself back from the edge.

Five things she can see: The 1975, Arctic Monkeys, Oasis, Solange, and Fiona Apple’s signatures on the artist wall.

Four things she can feel: the worn leather on a crusty couch, the chipped-paint walls, her toes in her shoes, and her fingers through her light brown hair.

Three things she can hear: the ticking from the clock, the click of her heels as she paces, and a knock at the door.

Two things she can smell: decades-old musk from artists past—no doubt coming from the couch—and her light perfume on her wrist.

One thing she can taste: a hint of coffee from earlier.

She breathes in and out, and the knock on the door continues.

“Bea, are you in there? Could you let me in?” Margot. Essentially a stranger. She supposes it’s better than facing a disappointed Henry, so she opens the door and promptly relocks it as soon as they’re inside.

“Christ, this place is legendary, isn’t it? Everyone’s played here—is that Bob Dylan? Fucking nuts,” Margot says, pointing to the wall.

“I’ve seen loads of people here. Always wanted to play here myself,” Bea tells them. She traces Lizzo’s signature. That was a fun night; Nora and June flew out for a girls’ night, which was ultimately crashed by Pez.

“Me too, and the rest of band as well, I suppose.” Margot looks at Bea and smiles. They’re brown eyes crinkle in the corner, and it reminds her of Alex. “And now we get to, eh, Princess? Couldn’t’ve gotten here without you. The whole world knows Permanent Record now.”

“You could’ve done it without me,” she says. “You will tonight anyway.”

“Hey.” They reach for Bea’s hand. “Everyone has some hiccups before a big gig. It’ll be grand, but only if you’re there. This is your night as much as it is ours or the youth center’s. You have no idea how important it is for your lot to shine a light on causes people shy away from.”

That makes Bea smile. For so long she wanted to hide from her position. She wanted freedom to do whatever she pleased, but now she understands the power she has, even if people still see her as “The Powder Princess.” No matter what she wears, millions of fashion influencers share links to her clothes. If she walks into a restaurant, their yearly profits skyrocket. When she told the world she was ace, thousands of people messaged her and said the same. One of them was Margot, telling her about their undiscovered band from South London.

She tells Margot how that was one of the first times she really felt like herself. Completely at peace with who she is. How that peace got away from her and turned this gala into a near-panic-attack-inducing event, she doesn’t know.

“Have you let on how stressed you’ve been to anyone?” Margot asks. The two sit together on the couch after Margot bravely plopped themself down on the dirty, old thing.

“Hadn’t the time,” she says. Truthfully, Bea doesn’t think she’s had a genuine conversation with anyone since the gala’s conception.

Margot throws their hands in the air. “Well, there you go then! You’ve got to take the time! To take care of yourself. To hang out with your mates. Just to have some goddamn fun, Bea! Come on! You think I’d be a functioning human if I didn’t let loose with my mates every now and then? This—” They gesture to their body, covered in tattoos and tattered black clothing. “Doesn’t happen on its own.”

Bea laughs. It’s been so long since she’s laughed from anything other than stress. “Right, so how does this all happen then?” She swirls her hand in Margot’s direction.

As they chat, Bea relaxes. They talk about their families and uni and music and coming out. Bea tells Margot about the time she and the gang went to the karaoke bar where Henry got wasted and sang Queen horrifically. Margot tells her about the time in year twelve when they got dared to try out for the school play and ended up playing an old man in the most unbelievable bald cap.

Eventually, the two of them pull out their phones and play a few games of Among Us until Bea’s desperate assistant finds her and pleads for her to get ready though the door. They only have an hour before guests arrive.

“You all right?” Margot asks. “Want to go out there and try again?”

Funny how it doesn’t seem so scary anymore. How it only took a short break, a nice chat, and a little pink astronaut to put Bea at ease. She smiles. The notes come back to her fingertips.

check out the rest of my rwrb and the five love languages series: part one, part two, part three, and part five. (links to come as they’re released)

listen, my permanent headcanon is aroace bea and you will never convince me otherwise and i will never write her as anything else bc i love her so much!! (that being said, if you ship her with anyone, i totally understand). also, i reference a fic of mine i wrote for winterfest so if you want to check out my version of bea’s coming out, you can do that here! and finally, i know this wasn’t a romantic fic for romance week but like i said in part one, valentine’s day is different for everyone. <3

rwrb romance week | @rwrb-fests

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imamotherfuckingstar-lord · 5 years ago

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Number One Fan

Steve Rogers x Reader

a/n: a commission for @crystalizedcaramel that I did a while ago and forgot to post, cause Im literally the worse.

Summary: Rule one of doing drunk karaoke - don’t let Nat record you.

There is a pounding going on in your head, a massive hangover that is most definitely a punishment for how much you drank the previous night. Stretching, you lift the blanket off your face and stare up at the ceiling, taking in deep breaths to wake your body up. It doesn’t help because you can feel a turning in your stomach, you burp, and it tastes like beer and hot wings. The girls and you had gone out for a night of winding down after several back to back missions, Steve and the fellas decided to stay behind to order pizza and watch some fight on pay per view. It was a wild night, not that you can remember, but the pounding headache is a clue as to how much fun you had.

Your stomach grumbles again and you fly out of bed, rushing to your bathroom, barely lifting the toilet seat in time – yea, you had a good night all right. After vomiting for nearly a full two minutes, you start a hot shower and begin to wash away last night’s sins – well the word sin is a bit dramatic, nothing sinful about letting loose with your friends. Now what was sinful is your lust for a certain leader of the Avengers with his nice hard rock biceps and crushing blue eyes, assertiveness in his voice but also the kindness when he puts down the shield and is just Steve Rogers.

Apparently, it is obvious, your crush on him, to everyone on the team but Steve himself. Natasha says it is the way you look at him, the fondness in your eyes even when he’s just talking about the morning news. She says it is sweet and that you should take the chance to tell the man how you feel but why do that? You value Steve’s friendship, he is the one you go to for nearly everything and can spend hours just talking. Sometimes he talks about his life before the crash, other times he comes to you for modern education – which really means you updating him on music and pop culture.

It is always nice and fun, and sometimes you notice this soft look on his face when he is speaking to you – one that you have yet to see him give to someone else and it makes you feel special. He makes you feel special and if you tell him how you feel, what if that all goes away?

That is what holds you back.

Getting out of the shower, you dry up and walk back into the room to get change. Twenty minutes later, you are cruising the halls to the kitchen for some coffee and breakfast. The smell of bacon and eggs welcomes you as you step into the kitchen; Sam and Natasha are at the helm of the stove, one at each burner. They look up in your direction at the same time and Sam laughs noting that you look like hell.

“I feel it too,” you say, taking a seat at the kitchen island. Looking to Nat you ask her if she’s hungover too. “You look unscathed.”

She shrugs. “I didn’t drink as much as you, in fact, no one at the entire bar drank as much as you.”

“How drunk was she?”

Rolling your eyes at Sam, you glance at Natasha innocently. “…yeah, how drunk was I?”

She grins but there is something off and a sinking feeling comes over you. She nudges Sam, calling out to FRIDAY. “Can you play the video I sent to Sam earlier?”

The A.I says of course, and you turn to the holo-screen above the kitchen table, it’s you on a small stage and suddenly it all comes back like a way – drunk karaoke.

Wanda, Maria, Nat and you are drinking, except you go overboard because you are heavily in your own feelings. People are singing and you down a shot before signing up for a turn, the girls cheer you on and Nat starts to record when you get on stage.

“Hey everybody!” Your words are slurry, but your stance is stable as you speak into the mic. “Soo…I wanna come up and sing for you guys -has, has anyone ever been in love?”

The crowd hoots and hollers.

“Yeah, so there’s this guy named Steve and I’m just completely in love with him but – but I’m a big chicken shit,” you laugh and shrug, nodding to the DJ to start the song. “This one’s for Steve.”

Everyone claps and shouts as you hold onto the standing mic; guitar chords play, and you smile. “Hold me close and tell me how you feel – tell me love is real…”

Your voice is lovely, always has been and you wish Steve was here to listen – he has never heard you sing and maybe if he did, he would fall in love with you. It was silly to think about but as you continue to sing the song, you close your eyes and think of him. Think of his beautiful face, boyish smile and his warm heart – how good it would feel to have him touch you.

“Words of love you whisper soft and true, darling, I love you.”

Natasha shouts your name and your eyes open; you smile. “Let me hear you say the words I long to hear, darling, when you’re near. Words of love you whisper soft and true – Steve, I love you…”a

The song ends and everyone applauds, a few whistles ring over the noise and the alcohol you have been consuming, fills you with warmth.

The video ends and you feel embarrassed but Sam whistles. “Damn, you got some pipes on you.”

You turn to Nat and Sam, frowning. “There is video evidence of me proclaiming my love for Steve through a song, and all you can say is I have a nice voice.”

He shrugs as he plates breakfast. “Yeah.”

“Well, thank you,” you mutter with a sigh. “I’m just glad you guys stayed in, the last thing I need is Steve seeing that performance.”

“Would that be such a terrible thing?” Natasha asks and you say yes, it would be a bad thing because Steve sees you as a friend. Her face perks up and she calls on FRIDAY. “Play the video for Steve, please. He’s in the gym.”

Your eyes wide in fear as you jump from the seat. “What the fuck, Nat!”

Sam laughs as you race out of the kitchen, shouting for FRIDAY to turn off the video. Not knowing if she is listening, you hurry to the gym apologizing to Wanda, who you bump into on the way. You are breathless as you turn the corner to the gym, but someone collides into you – a hard body and you shout in surprise.

“Shit!”

“Sorry,” Steve chuckles, holding onto your shoulders. He’s gorgeous, smiling as asks if you are okay.

“Not really. Did you – did you see the video?”

He smiles wide and nods. “I did.”

“Welp, I’m going to…” slowly you attempt to turn away, but Steve pulls you back, letting his hands fall onto your waist. Your heart is racing as he touches the side of your face and all you can do is whisper his name. “Steve, I…”

“I never wanted to say anything, didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” he explains, moving his body closer to yours. His hands feel warm against your cheek, it is everything you imagine. “I was willing to hold back my feelings if it meant I could keep you in my life but then I saw that video. You were really drunk.”

You laugh, nodding your head. “I was but I meant it all.”

Steve sighs in relief and moves his head closer to yours. He whispers, “Good, because you have to know, I love you too.”

Smiling, you close your eyes as his lips touch yours, and suddenly getting piss drunk and proclaiming your love for Steve through song in front of complete strangers was the greatest decision of your life. Of course, Natasha is going to get hers – showing Steve an embarrassing video of you but for now, as his lips move against yours, it’s all good.

His arms slip around your waist before breaking the kiss; he leans his forehead against yours and grins. “Why didn’t you tell me you had such an amazing singing voice?”

Laughing, you shrug and place both hands on his shoulder. “Come to karaoke next time so I won’t have to imagine you there.”

Steve blushes, but leans forward and kisses you on the forehead. “I’ll be your number one fan.”

Biting down on your lip, you struggle to contain the happiness you feel knowing your life has changed for the better – the man you love, loves you back.

Sighing with contentment, you look at Steve and beam. “And I’ll be yours.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #captain america x reader #captain america #steve rogers #marvel #marvel imagine #ivonnes imagine

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kaioken16 · 4 years ago

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After a Long Day

Mallek Week 2021 Day 7

Day 7: Free Word Count: 1644 Rating: Mature Character(s): Mallek Adalov, Original character

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A/N: Last piece for Mallek Week, I had a lot of fun writing all these pieces, and I’m ending with another self-indulgent piece between my OC, Zack and Mallek in a modern day AU, where Mallek works in an office while Zack is in last year of university. I gave this fic a mature rating as there’s are scenes from passionate make outs, touching, biting and implied light sexual intimacy but it’s quite brief.

Summary: After a long stressful day of working in the office, Mallek comes home and begins to unwind with his favorite pass time... Teasing his boyfriend.

It had been a long day at the office, to say that Mallek was tired would be an understatement. The commute to and from work was always a long trip, and today had been a rough shift, mountains of paperwork, losing half his documents when the servers crashed, adding an additional 3 hours onto his workload. He was just relieved to be home, and not have to think of work until tomorrow...

Mallek drops his bag off by the door, and kicks his shoes off, removes his jacket, and throws it on the hook, then loosening his tie. He makes his way down the hallway, until he reaches the doorway for the kitchen, peering into the room, a lazily grin appears on his face.

Zack was sitting at the table, he had his back to the doorway and was wearing headphones, so he hadn’t heard Mallek come in. His head was gently swaying along to the beat of whatever song he was listening to. He was wearing one of Mallek’s blue t-shirts, some long grey pants, and socks. Seeing the human always made Mallek peep up a little, and he walks up behind Zack and with no warning, he just taps Zack’s shoulders, which of course made the other flinch, as Mallek spooked him.

“Oh geez!” A short gasp as he looks to see Mallek, and he chuckles, removing his headphones. “Hey, you scared me. I didn’t hear ya come in...”

“Obviously, these are at full blast.” Mallek teases as he can clearly hear the song.

“Sorry about that...'' He apologizes for scaring Zack before he leans close and kisses his cheek.

“Ah, it’s okay.” Zack smiles, a light dust of blush spreads on his cheek.

Mallek hums, before he locks his arms around Zack’s neck, leaning against him. A small yawn slips out from his lips, he has a rather sweet smell, probably from his aftershave that he wore, mixed in with his natural scent. It was a smell that Mallek associated with the other and it served to relax him.

“You look tired... Long day huh?” Zack assumes Mallek would only get like this during very tiring shifts. Sometimes he would come home and go straight to their room and crash on the bed.

“Mm-hmm. Don’t get me started...” Mallek answers as he lazily starts planting kisses on Zack’s head.

“I won’t. You’re home at least so just relax okay.” Zack reaches up and gently strokes the side of Mallek’s face.

“I need to do a grocery run tomorrow since there's not a lot of things in here to cook, so I’ve ordered some pizza earlier, it should be here in like 30 minutes or less.” Zack says as he had planned to make them dinner after he got back from his classes, but they had forgotten to do a major shopping for food and ingredients.

“Sounds good…” Mallek answers as he could go for pizza, he didn’t even need to ask the other which ones he got, as Zack already knew what his favorite was.

“Okay, I’m gonna get out of these clothes and hop in the shower.” He says, hesitantly released Zack from his hug, but his hands were now holding onto his shoulders.

He laughs, as an idea pops into his head. “Would you like to join me?” That offer earns him a giggle from Zack who looks up at him, their eyes meeting again.

“As tempting as that sounds, and it really does… But should be here for when the food comes.” “Aww.” Mallek pouts, but that was a fair excuse, wouldn’t want the delivery to show, and they were both preoccupied to answer the door with their fun times in the shower.

Zack looks at that face and then sighs softly, and stands up from his seat. “How about a compromise.” He says before turns around, facing him, placing his hands on each side of Mallek’s face, gently holding him as he softly presses his lips on Mallek’s.

Mallek’s cheeks flush a shade of blue, his hands find their way to Zack’s hips. His lips open allowing for Mallek’s tongue to enter his mouth, the faint taste of a cigarette, and coffee and were still on the troll’s tongue, along with the metallic tinge of his piercing. Deepening their kiss, they tightly hold each other, they move across the kitchen as Mallek playfully pushes Zack up against the counter, he then moves his hand down and lifts his boyfriend up onto the counter, Zack’s legs cross around Mallek’s waist, and arms wrap around him. Mallek breaks off their kiss, a soft moan as he then starts to kiss his neck, which makes Zack tilt his neck, feeling his lips against his skin.

“Mm-!” Zack gasps feeling the sharp prick from Mallek’s fangs biting his neck.

Another hiss when he bites him again, he can feel Mallek’s smirk as the other continues to mark his neck, followed by gentle licks which causes a tickling sensation on Zack’s skin. Just then as they were about to get into, their both snapped back to reality by the ringing noise. There’s a pause between, as Mallek slightly pulls away from, his forehead pushing on Zack’s. They both chuckle, as Zack looks over to see his phone ringing, Mallek glances over, smirking as he then slowly looks back to his boyfriend.

“You gonna answer that? It’s not like you to ignore a phone call.” Mallek teases how nice Zack is, so polite and well mannered, but that was one of his positive traits.

“I really should-” Before he can even finish Mallek cuts him off with another kiss, attempting to make him focus on him. “M-mallek… Mallek, come on.” He says his name, between their kiss, as much he wanted to continue he should probably get that. But that was easier said than done.

He gently pushes Mallek back a little, and hops off the counter, and reaches for his phone. “Hey dude, how’s it going!” Zack answers with his usual cheery tone, a smile on his face when he hears the voice on the other end. It was one of his university friends.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m okay. What’s up?”

His focus is on his friend now, as Mallek sighs under his breath, but then smirks as he walks over to Zack, he was going to test his limits with the other. Mallek lets Zack continue his conversation, as he wraps his arms around his waist, hugging from behind. Zack can feel his warm breath against the back of his neck, followed by the sensation of his lips on his skin. His eye twitches as he finds it difficult to keep focus.

“Y-yeah. I’ve started the assignment b-but… It’s a little more complicated than I thought…” He keeps having to pause and trips on his words when Mallek’s lips trail along down to his shoulder, once again feeling his bite.

He mouths the words ‘stop’ and ‘knock it off' but he couldn’t help but smile at the rather childish antics of Mallek who was usually so mature and reserved, but being alone with him and he was comfortable enough to behave like him. He very much enjoyed playing these games with Zack, wanting to see how long he would break before giving in, after all, he always won their little games.

“H-hey sorry, but could you call me bACK-” Zack’s sudden outburst is due to the fact when he feels Mallek’s hand slip under his shirt, his nails gently dragging along his stomach.

“N-nothing! I’m fine it was Noth-! Mmm…” A moan slips out as Mallek’s hand travels further down, below his waist, his cheeks flush a dark shade of blush as Mallek is grinning.

“Sorry, I gotta go! I’ll call you back in a bit.” Zack apologizes before abruptly cutting the call off, he places his phone back on the table, looks at Mallek, his face is mixed with annoyance and fluster.

“Not fair…” He says as Mallek just shows him a cheeky, toothy grin.

…

A little while later, the two are sitting at the table, two large boxes of pizza, one Hawaiian, and one double pepperoni. He had a soda can with Alternian text on it, and Zack had a tall glass of water. Mallek has freshly showered, dressed in one of Zack’s orange shirts, some dark blue shorts, and fluffy pink slippers, his glasses are back on. The pair were sitting opposite each other, enjoying their dinner, Mallek’s husktop on next to him, he wanted to check something and update a new program.

Zack was eating a slice, he had deep bite marks on his neck and shoulder, and if someone on the outside had X-ray vision they would see the other fresh marks hidden by his clothing. It didn’t escalate to anything further as Mallek was content with teasing Zack enough, he went to shower and change into clothes, and then the food arrived. These moments with his boyfriend were his and no one else, he didn’t have to worry about work, deadlines, and reports, and Zack didn’t have to worry about assignments and essays, these evenings between his work and Zack’s classes were their moments to enjoy.

“So is there anything you want me to get tomorrow, you can text me a list of stuff.” Zack asks as they had enough pizza for the rest of the night and possibly the morning, but they would need to get some actual items to make meals.

“Hmm. I’ll have a look around in a bit and give a list of stuff.” Mallek says as he wasn’t too sure until he checked their fridge and pantry.

“No worries.” Zack takes another mouthful of his slice.

Mallek pops open his can and takes a swig for his beverage. “Just let me know how much it costs, and I’ll send over half.”

#mallekweek2021 #mallekweek #mallek adalov #zack daemon (OC)#oc x canon #hiveswap #hiveswap friendsim #hiveswap act 2 #hiveswap fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #modern au #troll/human society #office au #university au #my writing #//nsfw-ish #mature

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livinginsunnyhell · 4 years ago

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Ask game for fanfic writers! ⌨️🖊📓📝

1. What fandoms do you write for?

2. What pairings do you write for?

3. What is your most popular fanfic?

4. Do you write original stories as well?

5. What fanfic of yours should everyone have read?

6. What is a fandom you will never write for?

7. What is a ship you will never write for?

8. Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.net, Wattpad, Tumblr, etc. which platform do you prefer?

9. What are your favorite fanfics?

10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

11. What’s your longest fanfic?

12. Do you want to break your readers‘ heart or make them laugh?

13. What is your planning process?

14. What have others criticized about your fanfic?

15. OCs or no OCs?

16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?

17. Do you use/follow advice from writing blogs/posts?

18. What is your favorite writing prompt?

19. Dead or overused tropes?

20. Can we get a list of all of your current available fanfics?

21. What’s your shortest fanfic?

22. Do you listen to music during your writing process? What music do you listen to while you’re writing?

23. Long chapters or short chapters?

24. How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

25. How many WIPs will you finish?

26. First-person-narrative or third-person-narrative?

27. Do you take requests?

28. I will name you three things (drunk Ian — shared bachelor party — Gallavich): write a paragraph or two!

29. What’s more difficult? Fanfics or original work?

30. What writing software do you use?

31. Do you use beta/sensitivity readers?

32. Past or present tense?

33. Do friends and family know that you write fanfics?

34. How did you find the magical world of fanfics?

35. What is your favorite review?

36. Did you ever delete a work of yours?

37. Did your work ever get plagiarized?

38. Do you partake in any fanfic/writing events? (Big bangs, zines, NaNoWriMo, etc?)

39. Collaborations or working solo?

40. Do you have any rituals before uploading a fic?

41. What is something you don’t like about your writing?

42. Rudest review?

43. Guilty pleasure tropes and scenarios?

44. Does fanart of your fanfic exist?

45. Do fanfics of your fanfic exist?

46. Few long essay reviews or many short reviews?

47. What fanfic of yours is truly underrated?

48. What is your favorite sentence that you’ve used in a fanfic?

49. Where do you draw inspiration from?

50. Can we get a teaser for an upcoming chapter?

(Don't feel obligated to answer. Thought if you're into these kinda things, that'd be a nice ask. ;))

Oh this is so nice!! Thanks for sending this @annansmith

I chose a few of them to do.

1. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently, I’m writing for Shameless (Gallavich) but I’ve written for:

Veronica Mars (LoVe), Veep (Amy/Dan), Arrow (Oliver/Felicity), Once Upon A Time (Hook/Emma), The Old Guard (Joe/Nicky), That 70′s show (Hyde/Jackie), Sons of Anarchy (Tara/Jax), Vampire Diaries (Klaroline), Hart of Dixie (Zoe/Wade), Gilmore Girls (Rory/Jess), X-men (Rogue/Pyro), One Tree Hill (Haley/Nathan), and a few others.

2. What pairings do you write for?

Now I write Gallavich.

But I’d say my top ones I love writing for now (my fanfiction writing has spanned about 14 years) are Dan/Amy, Veronica/Logan, Klaus/Caroline, Mickey/Ian.

3. What is your most popular fanfic?

My most popular fic on Ao3 is The Course of True Love (Arrow) and on FF Of Bloodshed, Babies, and Epic LoVe (Veronica Mars)

4. Do you write original stories as well?

Yes, I do. I’m working on a book, well, two books. But it’s going very slowly. The first is a memoir of my travels from around the world and the second is a vampire urban fantasy one. We’ll see how it goes, but I’d like to finish them by next year and see if I can get them published, but it’s hard so who knows.

10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

Well, recently I’ve really been trying to finish everything I write. I have a lot of WIPs from years and years ago and even within the the last year, so this answer is pretty new. Basically, I focus on one fic at a time and write a little every day to stay motivated. Now, I try to update once a week on a certain day. I think comments/reviews and kudos and people being genuinely encouraging helps though. It’s also what’s gotten me considering finishing my older fics.

11. What’s your longest fanfic?

Of Bloodshed, Babies, and Epic Love (over 165k)

13. What is your planning process?

Now, it’s different. I have a doc of ideas and I wait to see which one I can’t seem to shake. Then I plan out each chapter with a few sentences and I have a list of things I want to focus on in the story. Usually, each story now has a kind of theme to it and a main focus. I sometimes will just want to write a certain situation/scene/focus and the story is born from there. But what really helps is writing down chapter 1, 2, etc. and having a sentence or two for what I want to happen. It doesn’t always go according to plan, but I never get writers block or forget what happened in previous chapters now.

16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?

Probably a mixture of fandom (or my personal) headcanons. I don’t start with prompts unless it’s a challenge or sentence starters. Usually, I have a scene I already want to write in my head and then I sit down and write it.

17. Do you use/follow advice from writing blogs/posts?

Yes, I’ve read several books on writing. My undergrad was creative writing too, so I learned a lot there. I also follow writing instagram accounts which are helpful. I take everything I learn with a grain of salt and I see what is best for me. The best advice I heard recently was short sentences and so now I’m experimenting with that.

20. Can we get a list of all of your current available fanfics?

There’s a lot from many different fandoms. I used to be on FF.net as Psyc0gurl0 and now I’m ProstheticLoVe on a03. I like writing on ao3 better cause it’s easier and I love the tagging process. Plus the gallavich fandom on there is unreal. So to think about going back to ff.net to finish my WIPs seems like such a process now.

Currently though, I’m writing an Ian’s POV 5 chapter fic called Chocolate. It’s not out yet, but it’ll focus on Ian from 1x06 to 1x09 or so and how his feelings for Mickey change and evolve. It’s the second part to a series called Chocolate and Cigarettes. Mickey’s POV was Cigarettes.

22. Do you listen to music during your writing process? What music do you listen to while you’re writing?

Yes, I listen while writing but I need silence while editing. I have a Love (lol) playlist. It’s basically all the love songs that remind me of couples I ship. So for example, The Acid is in there a lot because their music is great, but also Basic Instinct is so haunting. Overall, I like all music except country, so sometimes I’ll listen to my larger playlists while writing.

23. Long chapters or short chapters?

So this has changed over the years. Initially, I wrote short chapters, then when I got back into fanfiction while writing klaroline they got a lot longer and now it’s just basically where the chapter has a natural ending. So the chapters are between 4 - 10k words depending. I try to get over 4k though. Right now, once I’m done with my current fic, I really want to write something over 100k.

24. How many WIPs (work-in-progress) do you’ve got?

A lot...none in Shameless though. Well, I guess my current one, but I haven’t posted that yet. I’d say I probs have about 10 WIPs spanning different fandoms. I know. But my goal for 2021 is to pick two and finish them.

25. How many WIPs will you finish?

Not all of them. Some of them are from years and years ago. But I’d like to finish the ones that I still get reviews on. So there’s a SOAs fic I want to finish cause that fandom is so lovely. I also want to finish a klaroline one cause that was fun to write. And my Amy/Dan ones I’d like to finish. I would like to finish my Veronica Mars ones (I have two) but they need a lot more attention, so when people message me about them I tell them the planned ending.

28. I will name you three things (drunk Ian — shared bachelor party — Gallavich): write a paragraph or two!

“Fuck, Mickey, I probably shouldn’t have had the third Hot Toddy,” Ian grimaced as the world around him spun.

Mickey laughed at him and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Ian wanted to think his future husband just wanted to pull him closer, but he had a feeling it was to steady him.

“Probably should’ve cut you off earlier,” Mickey said tugging Ian closer.

Ian wobbled and plopped down on the back steps of the porch. Mickey followed suit a moment letter and they both looked out toward the backyard where the Gallaghers, Balls, and a few of the Milkovich cousins were alternatively huddling around a fire, drinking, and dancing.

“I blame Lip for making us have this stupid shared bachelor party in the first place,” Ian grumbled.

Mickey kissed him on the forehead as Ian lay his head on his shoulder. “It’s Sandy’s fault too.”

Ian hmmed in response and Mickey knew he was going to fall asleep any moment. He ran his hand up and down Ian’s arm and watched as Debbie bounced over to them.

“Jesus, you aren’t even married yet and you two are like an old married couple. Are you going to come dance or what?” she whined.

Mickey looked down at Ian, whose eyes were already closed, and then back up to Debbie. She was watching them with knowing eyes.

“We’ll dance at the wedding. Go grab Lip, I need his help to get Sleeping Beauty upstairs.”

Debbie turned to go get her eldest brother and Mickey looked back down at Ian. In his sleep, he nuzzled Mickey’s shoulder, breathed deeply, and a gentle smile appeared there.

3 more days and they’d officially be husbands.

34. How did you find the magical world of fanfics?

I was about 10 and my cousin used to write a buffy the vampire slayer zine. There was a link to a site called buffyworld.com or something like that. And I found fanfic that way. There was a link on the site to ff.net and that’s how I stumbled across that. I stayed there for many many years until my second time in the veronica mars fandom around 2014 when I was lead to a03 and then I’ve been there ever since. On and off, my writing has fluctuated through the years based on my personal life.

49. Where do you draw inspiration from?

Everywhere! omg. It’s insane. Gallavich I love writing for. There’s so many different facets to them, but truly everywhere I find inspiration. I have a whole doc of gallavich ideas that have stemmed from other fanfics, headcanons from me and other people, rewatching episodes, what’s going to happen in s11, cute moments i’d like to see happen, holidays, and just general life. I saw a pic of WW2 vets who were in a long term relationship and i was like mickey and ian! another idea is born.

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k-writer1998 · 4 years ago

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Rebel Hours (1/18)

Kwon Jieun always fit her parents’ image of the “perfect” daughter... at least to their knowledge. Away from prying eyes she was like any other girl living life to the fullest doing what she wants. When a little someone named Bang Chan comes into her life priorities are changed, mistakes are made, and her life finally becomes her own.

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w.c: 1.9k

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“You know we could’ve done anything other than going to the club.”

“I want to go out with a bang since I’m leaving to study abroad in two days. This won’t be a normal club with sleazy guys hitting on you and grinding galore okay Jieun? You know Changbin and Felix wouldn’t be caught dead in those places so this place has to be good.”

“You say that like they recommended this place Seunghee, you only heard it while you were eavesdropping.”

“Hey, I have to find a way to entertain myself at all those boring parties. You aren’t guilt-free in this either, you do it too!”

“Touche,” I laugh.

“Now stop complaining. I did not put you in that mesh top and tight maroon skirt and take an hour on your makeup for you to whine. You promised we’ll do whatever I wanted to do, remember?”

“Fine, it is basically a crime to look as good as we do right now and not have fun.”

“I mean, I always look this good, but even though you’re really messing up the sexy vibe with that big jacket and hat, you’re getting the point,” She joked.

“Well sorry it’s cold,” I threw off one side of my jacket to expose my shoulder, “better?”

“Let’s go dramatic ass, you're buying.”

"Of course," I gasp, "what kind of friend would I be if I have you paying for your own farewell party?"

"Just shut up and go in already."

We laughed as she pushed me towards the door of what looked to be a somewhat rundown building. Supposedly there was supposed to be a club that’s good for high-profile patrons. As we made our descent down the metal staircase, the building started to look less like an abandoned warehouse and more like a club should. The interior could easily match any popular club in our area although it was a bit more “rustic” compared to more of the mainstream places Seunghee has dragged me to. Before I could really look around, Seunghee spotted the bar and dragged me over before ordering us shots. We downed the alcohol and I could see Seunghee’s eyes scan the surroundings.

“You’re doing the whole scanning for cctvs and clocking the exits again.”

“Sorry, it's second nature when your dad is the CEO of one of the biggest security systems in Korea and constantly drags you out with him to “learn the ropes”.”

“A tragedy” I sigh dramatically, “So another round or do you actually want to try that thing you call dancing?”

“Shut up, last time I checked you’re no better than I am!”

With a laugh, we headed for the dance floor. The spot we found for ourselves was around the DJ booth and boy was that DJ cute. I made eye contact with him and he gave me a lopsided grin. I nervously turned away and pulled at my hat as Seunghee knowingly nudged me with a laugh. Before she could call me out, the music started to fade out as another song came on that wasn’t like most club music. Everyone didn’t seem to care though as the excitement, if anything, grew heavier at the new track. The cute DJ let a toothy grin adorn his face as Changbin came on stage with another guy. Instinctively Seunghee and I ducked away and I gave her my hat to hide from Changbin right as girls surged forward like this was some concert. Seunghee and I were swept to the front too and we exchanged confused looks between ourselves, this didn’t seem normal in a club setting. Suddenly the guy who came on stage with Changbin started rapping and any hesitation towards the abrupt performance was washed away. The three of them performed a few songs before any explanation was given but it was enjoyable nonetheless.

“Hey everyone! For anyone new, we’re 3racha. CB97, SpearB, and J.one,” the DJ pointed at each person as he ran over introductions before continuing, “this club is special. There is a live night once a week and we are regulars-”

“How did you like the performance?” The energetic one interrupted.

The crowd cheered in response and the DJ, who apparently goes by CB97, rolled his eyes at the male for interrupting before continuing.

“As you know, live night only lasts for an hour before we go back to regular activities so we decided to close the set with a fan favorite.”

“A lot of you guys kept asking for this-” J.One started.

“I honestly don’t know why,” Changbi- I mean “SpearB” added.

“so we had to agree,” the former finished.

I eyed the three curiously, wondering why they seemed to dislike this song. Once the music started they started to pull theatrics and a roar of screams came once the fans realized what song it was. Seunghee and I looked at each other before we had to turn away and control our snickering as J.One started rapping.

“Excuse me, miss, but do you have a boyfriend? Ah, sorry, that must have been too direct-”

After Seunghee and I got over the cringey lyrics we were dancing and having fun. At one point the boys got close to the edge of the stage and interacted with the fans around. While CB97 was rapping his part he took off his hat and crouched near the stage that happened to be close to our area. Our eyes connected once again and lord it was like he was rapping to me as our eyes lingered. I was so distracted by him that I didn’t notice some girls getting over zealous at his close proximity and nearly knocked me and Seunghee over, causing her to drop my hat. As I reached down to grab it I saw another one fall beside mine. Casting a quick look confirmed my suspicions, he had dropped his hat. His eyes darted around trying to figure out if he could grab it before his eyes landed on me again. Maybe it was the extra shots I took inbetween dancing or the fact that he was super hot but I swept both of our hats off the ground and gave him a coy smile before placing his hat on my head and throwing him a wink. His smile grew bigger as he gave a small shake of his head before a small chuckle escaped his lips and he regrouped with the other two.

“Jieun!” Seunghee screamed at me in mock shock, “Where did that come from?”

“I don’t know. I’m 99% sure it’s the alcohol,” I brushed off but I couldn’t bite back the smile spreading across my face.

“Girl!”

With a laugh I dismissed it but Seunghee gave me the you-better-spill-it-later look before we enjoyed the rest of the song. Before the song ended we moved to the bar to beat the throng of girls that would ease off the dance floor once the performance finished. We got some water to sober us up before Seunghee rolled her eyes at her phone.

“Dad changed my flight. I’m leaving tomorrow rather than a few days later. Ugh, he’s going on about the early bird getting the worm or whatever. I haven’t even packed yet!”

“That means you're leaving me earlier!” I whine.

“I mean you’ll have Seungmin.”

“Seungmin may be your brother but he’s not you.”

“Awwww is that affection I hear? Are you actually gonna miss me?” She teased and I rolled my eyes.

“You call a taxi and I’ll pay the tab?”

“Okay, don’t forget to return the hat to the DJ you have googly eyes for,” she teased.

Before I could react she darted away. With a shake of my head I asked the bartender to close my tab, handing him my card. I turned to look at the stage and the others had gone off stage, leaving CB97 to go back to playing music. Once I got my card back I went to go find Seunghee outside, but not before I gave the guard by the door the hat. I explained that the DJ dropped it before making my way out.

When we got back to our apartment we gushed and gossiped about the night's events while I helped Seunghee pack. There was a lot to unravel for the night. Changbin was an underground rapper for one, and it actually fits his image more than “stuck up rich kid” does. We excitedly talked about the performance and I tried to dance around the whole thing with the DJ but Seunghee wasn’t gonna to let it go.

“I know you’re avoiding it but let’s talk about this “CB97” hmmm?”

“Okay so what? He’s cute and I flirted a little… or at least I hope you could call that flirting,” I laugh.

“Uh-huh, cause you do this,” she grabbed my hat from her bed and mocked me before continuing, “to every cute guy you see.”

“Probably if I drank as much as I did tonight.”

“You’re gonna regret drinking that much tomorrow.”

“Why? Because of my cringey flirting or my impending hangover?”

“Both. This is why I say pace yourself,” she laughs.

“Okay I would have but the cute DJ definitely messed with my pace control.”

“If you go back, take Seungmin or someone with you so they can pace you,” she teased.

“With what time will I have to be going to a club when school starts in three days?”

“Whatever. I bet you I’m gonna get an update from Seungmin that you dragged him out to that club within the first month of school.”

“Please I have better self control.”

“Oh yeah I forgot, you wouldn’t dare. Just probably stalk “3racha” online right? Are you gonna turn into a die-hard?”

I chased her around the room, trying to make her shut up as she continued to tease me. The rest of the night was a blur and the only reminder of it in the morning was the splitting headache that came as my alarm rang. Burying my face in my pillow, I blindly reached for my phone only for my hand to come into contact with something else. Looking, I thank drunk me for preparing a glass of water and aspirin on my bedside table. To my dismay though my phone, which still rang obnoxiously, sat on my desk across the room. Damn it. I took the medicine before dragging my ass out of bed to finally shut it off. After going through our morning routines and checking to make sure she had everything she needed, we headed to the airport for teary goodbyes. After Seunghee left, I told Seungmin I would see him tomorrow before excusing myself to their parents. Since Seunghee is gone for the school year, Seungmin decided to occupy her room instead of staying in the campus dorms.

When I got home I fell onto my bed as the hangover finally caught up to me. While lost in thought my mind went back to last night. Although a few things were fuzzy, a certain cute DJ was definitely in my memories. I tried to recall the group name and although it took me a minute I finally remembered. Sadly, just as Seunghee said I went on my phone and looked the boys up. After searching them up for a bit I tried to reason with myself.

“Okay you may be looking them up because of CB97 but their music is good too. You are just supporting good music… God I’m talking to myself now.”

I put my phone down and buried my face in my pillow. It’s literally only been twenty-four hours, how am I already a mess?

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fanaticfangirl001 · 4 years ago

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Like Real People Do:Ch 7 For The Longest Time

Taglist: @p3nny4urth0ught5, @kissofvenom922, @loudbandittreemaker

Author's note: Staypuft is a ghostbusters reference and the title is a reference to the Billy Joel song not the old song that Steve and Peggy dance to. (Both have the same name)

“We have to go after John.” Winnie wipes her eyes.

“I know.” Bucky nods.

“Just to talk.” Sam reminds the two.

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Winnie, Sam, and Bucky peer into the warehouse that they followed John into.

John on his knees with the stained shield in front of him. Head down.

“Time to go to work.” John says softly to himself before walking over to the three.

“Walker.”

“You guys should see a medic, you don’t look too good.”

“Have you looked in a mirror?” Winnie scoffs.

Sam ignores Winnie and continues “ Stop,Walker.”

“What?” John starts pacing.

“John, you should get some help.” Winnie tries again.

“You saw what happened. You know what I had to do. I killed him because I had to! He killed Lemar!”

“He didn’t kill Lemar, John.” Bucky adds. “ Don’t go down that road. Believe me, it doesn’t end well.”

“I’m not like you.”

“No you’re not. You're your own person. And asking you to be more than that wasn’t right. Let us help.” Winnie stands closer to Bucky.

“Listen it was the heat of the battle, Okay? If you explain what happened, they may consider your record. We don’t want anyone else to get hurt.”

“John?”

“You gotta give me the shield, man.” Sam says.

“Oh, so that’s what this is?” John says in realization. “You almost got me.”

“You made a mistake.”

“You don’t want to do this.” John looks between the three.

Winnie’s hand goes to her holster.

“Yeah we do.” Bucky adds.

Bucky, Sam, and John run at each other starting the fight. John kicks Sam off of him, while Bucky and John are equally matched.

“Shit.” Winnie hides behind a pillar. “ This is great, I mean what’s more fun than pissed off super soldier.”

She looks out and sees John’s back to her, standing over Sam ripping off his wings, while Bucky is down. Winnie aims for the center of John’s back.

John raises his shield. Winnie unloads the pistol into John’s back. Six shots, six bullets enlodged in John’s back. He turns around and stalks over to Winnie.

“You!”

“Nice to see you, too, John.”

“You shot me. “

“Yeah I did. Like Sam said earlier you don’t have to hurt anyone else.One last chance.”

“One last chance or what.” John grabs Winnie’s arm and twists it. She drops the empty gun.

“First Ow, second let’s think about this, what do you think will happen if you hurt me?”

“Let’s find out.” John yanks her arm the other way, breaking it and then throws her off to the side. She hits her head on the floor and blacks out.

Bucky tackles John and punches him, Sam rejoins the fight and together they grab the shield and break John’s arm.

Bucky drops the shield near Sam and kneels down by Winnie. He checks her neck for a pulse, her head for any bleeding.

“How is sh…” Sam starts to ask.

“She’ll be okay, I got her.” Bucky picks her up. “You’ve got bigger things to think about.”

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“The GRC is conducting raids to try and find Karli, but so far they’ve only found her followers.” Sam informs Bucky and Winnie. “They’ve searched this camp, and just like the last camp nothing. She’s gone, we’ll never find her.”

“Well, we can’t just sit around.” Winnie adjusts her sling, trying not to jostle the broken arm.

“No, that’s exactly what you should be doing.” Bucky helps her with the sling.

“Nope. I’ve been with you this far. “Winnie smiles at him.

Bucky sighs and walks off.

“Are you off to take care of Zemo?” Sam asks.

“Hey Gadget!” Joaquin hugs her.

“You remembered.” Winnie hugs him carefully avoiding her left arm.

“Course,” Joaquin moves closer to her and whispers “ How’s operation boyfriend coming.”

“I don’t even know, at this point.”

“Are you coming?” Bucky asks, waiting at the door.

“Yeah.” Winnie yells back.”Any way it was nice seeing you.” She walks over to Bucky.

“Here.” Bucky hands her a train ticket.

“Thanks.” Winnie puts it in her pocket and the two start onto the train station.

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They sit on a bench waiting for the train to the Sokovia memorial.

“That was stupid, what you did.” Bucky breaks the silence.

“I had a clear shot at John, I wasn’t going to shoot Sam.”

“It was a perfect shot, I meant putting yourself in danger. You were safe by the pillar.”

“I’ve been in danger this whole time and you weren’t weird about it.”

“Well now I’m weird about it.” Bucky shrugs.

“But why do you get weird about it?” Winnie asks.

“Because I’d rather you not die.” Bucky answers bluntly.

“I feel the same about you. I’d rather you not die, but you do the dangerous thing all the time.”

“Trust me, you don’t feel the same way about me.”

“Ditto.”

“Shhh, follow me.” Bucky whispers to Winnie as they walk closer to the Sokovian memorial.

Zemo stands in front of the memorial peacefully,staring at the statue. The last traces of his wife, children, his people.

“I thought you two would be here sooner.” He says softly looking over at Winnie’s arm.” A bit of trouble with the super soldier.”

“Uh yeah, he broke it .” Winnie answers.

“Don’t worry, Winifred, I’ve decided not to kill your boyfriend.”

“Good.”

“Imagine my relief.” Bucky says clicking his gun.

“The girl has been radicalized beyond salvation. I warned Sam but he didn’t listen to me. He’s as stubborn as Steve Rogers before him. But you...They literally programmed you to kill. James do what needs to be done. Karli has people everywhere,and there’s only one way to make sure she cannot continue her mission.”

“I appreciate the advice. But we’re gonna do it our own way.”

“Yeah. I was afraid you would say that.”

The gun clicks again. Bucky raises the gun and aims it at Zemo’s face.

Zemo gives the slightest nod.

The gun is empty, Bucky drops the bullets.

The Wakandan soldiers surround him.

“Ladies.” Zemo says.

“I took the name of crossing off my name in your book. I hold no grudges for what you thought had to do.Goodbye James.” Zemo looks towards Winnie and says “ I hope you’re very happy with him.”

“We will take him to the raft, where he will live out his days.” Ayo informs Bucky.

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On the commercial airplane back to the United States, Bucky gently nudges Winnie.

“What?” Winnie whispers, as the people around them are asleep.

“Back with Zemo.” Bucky starts.

“Yeah.”

“He said for you not to worry that he wasn’t going to kill me.”

“Yeah.”

“He called me your boyfriend.”

“Again yes.”

“You didn’t correct him.”

“You’re right. I didn’t.”

“Do you want that?”

“Want what?”

“A boyfriend?”

“Yeah, I’d love one, Buck but unfortunately Build A Boyfriend doesn’t exist.”

“Easy, ask Joaquin out.”

“No.”

“Sam’s a little busy.”

“I also don’t think I’m his type.”

“Right, have you tried online dating, it’s overwhelming and everyone lies but..”

“You’re not really selling it besides I have my eye on someone, but I don’t think he’s interested.” Winnie leans her head back to go to sleep.

“Well, he’s an idiot and blind.”

“Yeah, yeah he is.” Winnie falls back asleep.

Once out of the airport, Bucky and Winnie sit in a small hole in the wall diner.

“So what now?” Bucky asks.

“Lay low, do something for yourself, it’s now the government’s problem, but Joaquin said he’d keep us in the loop for updates.”

The waitress walks over, handing out the menus.

“ What can I get you?”

“Do you have malts?” Bucky asks.

“Yes: Vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and caramel.”

“Can we get two malts and a side of fries?” Winnie says to the waitress.

“Sure what flavor?” The waitress starts writing down the order.

“Strawberry for me.” Winnie answers looking at Bucky.

“Chocolate.”

“Aw, this is so cute, minus the broken arm, darlin’. More young people today need to go on little dates in the middle of the week.” The waitress says walking the order to the kitchen.

“So that guy that you have your eye on, have you talked to him since leaving with me and Sam?” Bucky asks. “Cause if you want to skip out to see him, it’s fine. I can get your malt to go.”

“Yeah I’ve talked to him.” Winnie shrugs as the malts and fries arrive at the table.

“And, he must be worried about you.” Bucky unwraps the straw for his malt.

“Yeah he is.” Winnie puts her straw in. “ But he said he’s okay.”

“Good, so what’s he like?” Bucky sips his malt.

“Very caring, protective, smart. Also very attractive.”

“Protective, does that mean he’s gonna start shit, since you’re here with me.”

“No, he’s like one of those fancy chocolates, hard on the outside but a marshmallow on the inside.”

“Good, where did you meet him?”

“Message boards.” Winnie answers trying to give Bucky a hint, that it’s him, who she has her eye on.

“That’s a strange way to meet people.”

“It’s how we met.”

“Yeah but you’re a hacker, and I’m a nutjob.”

“True.” Winnie trails off then adds,” Do you think Sam is okay?”

“Yeah, he probably went home.”

“Well remember in the club with Selby, his sister called and told him about the boat.”

“Yeah nearly got us killed.”

“Well you used to work on a boat, and I like tinkering with parts. We can help.”

“You have a broken arm and should be resting.”

“I’d rather help Sam.”

“Fine, but how are we going to find out where he lives.

“Give me five minuets.” Winnie grabs her laptop out of her backpack. She logs onto Facebook.

The two finish the shakes by the time Winnie has found an address for the wharf where the Wilson’s boat is and the address for the house.

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“Roadtrip!” Winnie yells as Bucky jingles the keys of a rental car.

“I regret this immediately.”

“Oh come on, I have the best road trip playlist.” Winnie plugs in her phone. “I made a new one especially for you.”

The car is filled with big band music and jazz.

Twenty one hours later, Bucky and Winnie walk out of the car.

“We can walk from here.” Bucky says noticing a lot of people loading a truck. He runs over and helps them with it.

“You helpin with the Wilson’s boat?” An older man asks Bucky.

“Yeah, where is Sam?”

“We’re goin that way.” The older man says.

Bucky waves Winnie over and the two riding in the back of the truck.

“Tommy, Carlos this is amazing. Thank so much man. “

“Hey when the Wilson family needs us, we have a bit of usefulness in us.”

“How do we get it off the truck?”

Bucky picks up the engine and helps Winnie off the truck bed.

“Hi Sam.” Winnie waves.

“You’re welcome.” Bucky adds.” Dropping this off.” He puts the case on the boat. “I called in a favor from the Wakandans.”

A pipes starts hissing and letting out steam.

“Sam!” A woman yells.

“My guess is Sarah.” Winnie adds as Bucky

“Hi.” Bucky greets Sarah and goes to help Sam with the pipe.

“Hi.” Sarah waves at Bucky then looks towards Winnie.

“Are you Sarah?” Winnie asks.

“Yes, why?” Sarah asks.

“For starters, I’m Winnie, a friend of Sam and Bucky’s. Second you should probably scrub your Facebook or just delete it. You have a lot of sensitive information on the internet.”

“Sam told me about you. Do you want to sit or something? You really shouldn’t be out here with a broken arm.” Sarah offers.

“Sure, “Winnie sits then says “ Just so you know Sam isn’t going to kill a banker. He just said that so he could look tough in front of Selby.”

“Who’s Selby?”

“Well she doesn’t really matter now, she’s dead. We were in Madripoor.”

“Madripoor?”

“Yeah it’s like a criminal's heaven. But don’t worry about your brother, he’s with a good group.”

“Sam told me what you did...to John.”

“Yeah shooting someone in the back isn’t really honorable but…”

“You saved his life. John was going to kill him.”

“Yeah.” Winnie shrugs and rubs her shoulder.

“You ever need anything, call us.” Sarah says.

“Why didn’t you use the metal arm?”

“Well I don’t always think of it immediately. I’m right handed. So this is the boat, huh.”

“This is it.”

“It’s nice. Want any help?”

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“I swear, Winnie, this is going to help.” Sarah says walking over to the guys.

“I look ridiculous.”

“You look hot. Daisy Dukes are a classic for a reason.”

“I look like a sexy picnic table.” Winnie tugs at the gingham shirt.

“Maybe he’s into that, besides you’re you. You could wear a garbage bag and still have Bucky’s attention. I’m off to work.”

Winnie continues to the boat.

“Need some help boy?” Winnie asks.

Bucky and Sam both look up to see Winnie leaning against a post, wearing the shortest Daisy Dukes and a yellow and white gingham top tied into a crop top, leaving little to the imagination of what lies beneath it.

“Yeah.” Sam calls out helping Winnie onto the boat.

“Sarah let me borrow a few things.” Winnie sits on a box.

“I can see that.” Sam laughs. “ When in rome.”

Bucky is sanding boards.

“Think she's gonna throw in the towel.”

“I think she’s gonna double down.”

“Anything from Joaquin?” Winnie asks.

“No.”

“Any idea how to stop her?”

“I got Joaquin working on something.”

“Well Zemo says there’s only one way.”

“And since when do we take advice from him.”

“Well gotta drive back tomorrow.” Bucky takes a sip of his beer. “Get a hotel room for the night. Crash, you know.”

“It’s been nice being on the water.” Winnie adds looking off to the horizon. She takes down her bun and shakes out her auburn hair.

Bucky discreetly looks over at Winnie, the sun washing over her, he’s never seen her so relaxed.

“You’re just gonna set me up like that, huh?”

“I don’t wanna make it weird for your family.”

“It’s okay, Sam.”

“Winnie, you literally saved my life, you two are staying. The people here are the most welcoming people.

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“Push the stopper.”

“Oh, in there.”

“Thanks.”

“Yep.”

“So, since we’re benched for a while any progress on the love life stuff with Winnie?” Sam asks.

Bucky looks up towards where Winnie is and sighs “ No and it’s too late.”

“Damn man, so what’s his name?”

“She didn’t say, but he’s the whole package.”

“Tough.”

“But an idiot. Winnie doesn’t think the guy feels the same way back. I mean who wouldn’t want to date her.”

“Buck. “Sam starts laughing.

“It’s not funny, Winnie’s great, and any guy that doesn’t see that is an idiot.”

“Buck, you’re the guy that Winnie is after.”

“No I’m not. She described him as caring, protective, smart. She said he’s like a fancy chocolate with a hard outside but is a marshmallow on the inside.”

“You’ve been all those things around her.”

“I’m not a marshmallow.”

“Good luck with your girl, Mr. Staypuft”

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“Excuse me, no!”

“There should be a three-sixeteenths bolt that goes in the big gear.”

“Hi Sarah.” Winnie waves wearing a pink number with the Daisy Dukes.

“Nope.”

“Uh-huh. No.No.”

“You didn’t even look.”

“I didn’t have to.”

“No Sam listen to Buck. He used to work on boats, but back then it was just wind and sails.” Winnie laughs with Sam.

“I told you the water pump was not the problem and yet here you are.” Sarah tells Bucky and Sam, “ I also need to borrow Winnie for a second.”

“Yep Samuel.”

“In our defense we were suppose to be done long before you woke up.”

“Sure thing.” Winnie walks away with Sarah.

“So how are things going with Bucky.” She asks.

“Little more the same, the shorts and sexy picnic table look isn’t doing much.”

“You sure about that.” Sarah asks.

“Yeah, have you noticed something different?”

“Since I pulled you away he’s been staring at your ass and legs.”

“What’s wrong with my legs?”

“Do you normally wear long pants around him?”

“Tactical overalls.”

“Interesting.” Sarah says.” What to help with an experiment.”

“Okay.” Winnie nods.

Sarah drops her tape measure. “Could you pick that up for me?”

“You are the least subtle person I’ve ever seen.” Sam says watching Bucky check out Winnie.

“Technically Sarah’s fault. She gave her the shorts.”

“Like a teenager, at least look away before she or Sarah catches you.”

“Not gonna happen, I’ve done this before.”

“Sure.” Winnie bends down and picks up the tape measure.

“Thank you so..” Sarah fumbles with the tape measure and drops it again.

“Okay butter fingers.” Winnie bends down and grabs it again before placing it in Sarah’s hands and closing them.

The second time Winnie bends down to grab the measuring tape Sarah moves to the side and makes direct eye contact with Bucky before smiling.

“Shit.”

Sam starts laughing. “Serves you right.”

“Is the experiment over?” Winnie asks.

“Yeah, the results are conclusive. Bucky likes you.”

“How did you get those results?”

“He keeps checking you out whenever you aren’t looking. Which seems to be a lot because you like the water.”

“First time on a boat. There’s a lot to look at.”

“Yeah there is.” Sarah laughs looking Winnie up and down.

With Sarah at work and the kids at school. Sam and Bucky have the front yard to practice throwing the shield. Winnie watches from the front porch, drawing in her sketchbook.

“Feels weird, picking it up again. The legacy of that shield is complicated, to say the least.”

“When Steve told me what he was planning, I don’t think we understood what it felt like for a Black man to be handed the shield. How could we? I owe you an apology. I’m sorry.” Bucky holds out the shield for Sam.

“Thank you.” Sam takes it.

“Whatever happened with Walker, it wasn’t your fault. I get it. It’s just that shields the closest thing I’ve got left to a family, so when you retired it, it made me feel like I have nothing left.Made me question everything. You, Steve, Me. You know I got his book, and I just figured if it worked for him,then it’d work for me.”

“I understand man. But Steve is gone. And this might be a surprise but it doesn’t matter what Steve thought. You gotta stop looking to other people to tell you who you are. Let me ask you: You still having those nightmares?”

“All the time. It means I remember.It means a part of me is still there.Which means a part of the Winter Soldier’s still in me.”

“You up for a little tough love.”

Bucky nods.

“You want to climb out of the hell you’re in,do the work.Do it.”

“I’ve been making amends.”

“Nah, you weren’t amending. You were avenging.You were stopping all the wrongdoers you enabled as the Winter Soldier, because you thought it would bring you closure. You go to these people and you say sorry, because you think it will make you feel better, right. But you gotta make them feel better. You gotta go to them and be of service. I’m sure there’s at least one person in that book who needs closure about something, and you’re the only one who can give it to them.”

“Probably a dozen.”

“That’s cool. Start with one.”

“Good talk.”

“You look really good in that light, Sam.” Winnie says showing Sam the drawing of him by the weeping willow. “I also found some lemonade if you guys want any.”

“You guys know Karli won’t quit.”

“Call us when you have a lead, we’ll be there.”

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It’s near midnight in the Wilson household and everyone is asleep except Bucky on the couch and Winnie in a guest bedroom. She walks out into the living room where Bucky is and sits on the other couch.

“You can’t sleep either.” Bucky asks.

“No.”

“It’s not a nightmare is it?”

“Nope, it’s my arm and my neck. I hate my sling.”

“You know what helps a broken arm?”

“Helping a friend fix their boat.”

“No, the opposite actually, resting and taking it easy. Which you didn’t do because you’re stubborn, and…” Bucky starts adjusting the sling again making it slightly more comfortable.

“You’re good at this nursing stuff.”

“Yeah I had some practice on a stubborn easily breakable person before he got very unbreakable and big. Does that feel any better on your neck?”

“Yeah.”

“And for the arm, I’ll get some ice. How long has been hurting this badly?” Bucky asks.

“If I was honest you’d hate me.”

“Winnie! You can’t just..not take care of your arm.”

“I want to help you guys. Whether it be boats or super soldiers. Besides why do you even care?”

“Because I love you!”

“You..do…”

“Yeah but you have got your eye on a guy.”

“That’s you. You’re the blind idiot, marshmallow.”

“It's a bit harsh.”

“You called yourself a blind idiot in the diner.”

“I didn’t call myself a marshmallow though.”

“Buck, I’m glad we talk about us but uh my arm still hurts.”

“Come here, I have an idea.” Bucky says holding the ice pack with his vibranium hand.

Winnie sits on the couch next to him.” Now what.”

Bucky carefully wraps and arm around Winnie and picks her up to put her on his lap.

“Buck, really, how is this.”

Bucky holds the ice to her arm with his vibranium hand.

“For starters it won’t get numb. Second, you're very stubborn. The only way you’re going to actually rest and take it easy is if I hold you down to the couch myself.” Bucky grabs the blanket and wraps it around the both of them.

“You’re not wrong. I guess we can try it.” Winnie gets comfortable and uses Bucky’s chest as a pillow.

“It can’t make it any worse.” Bucky mumbles sleepily.

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Whoosh, Huh Huh, Whoosh

Bucky looks over at Winnie, still asleep then the kids in the doorway playing with the shield.

“Hey.” Bucky waves

“Put it back.”

“Hurry hurry.”

Winnie stirs until she opens her eyes and nearly jumps when she sees Bucky looking at her.

“What?”

“I forgot we went to bed together. I wasn’t expecting you to be right there.”

“Yeah well we leave today, so I’m expecting an even better playlist for the ride home, and I'm open to that rock stuff.”

“Did you have any nightmares last night?”

“No.”

“Good. I like that for you.”

“Me too, you know we sleep well together.”

“Excuse me.”

“I just mean, your arms broken and you don’t really know how to care for a broken bone, I do, so.”

“Are you asking to move in with me?”

“Temporarily, yes.”

“Sure, let’s hit the road.” Winnie grabs her back and slings it around. “Ow.”

Bucky rolls his eyes taking her backpack from her, “ I’ll carry this, you just make it to the car without any more injuries.”

#Bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes #marvel imagines #bucky barnes x winnie #tfatws

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alecthedevil · 4 years ago

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Handcuffs (Bat family x reader)

Pairing: Bat family x reader (Platonic obviously)

Word Count:1688

No specific pronouns used. All inclusive reader!

Warnings: Like one swear word.

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99% of the time, at least one resident of Wayne Manor was causing trouble. Even Dick and Jason, who hadn’t lived with Bruce for a long while, were known to be problematic in their visits to the Manor.

Last month, Tim not only managed to trip down the stairs, he did so whilst sleepwalking with a plate of pancakes in his hand. The incident arose many questions. How did he fall down the stairs? Why isn’t his neck broken? Tim sleepwalks? Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on him? Where did he get the pancakes from? Wait did Alfred make Pancakes?

Two weeks ago, Jason and Dick put aside their differences decided to hum the mission impossible theme on their top-secret mission to infiltrate the villains lair and save the damsel in distress. The villain being Bruce, the lair aka the Batcave, and the damsel being their confiscated phones due to their previous night’s hijacking of the bat mobile. Jason tripped Dick, Dick fell down and bumped into the table, the coffee was spilt onto the floor, Bruce, otherwise unaware of their antics rushed in at the sound and slipped on the coffee, Jason laughed so hard he backed into one of the display cabinets, knocking it over, it fell down and narrowly missed Titus, Titus sprang up and barked so much that Tim wandered down stairs to find his brother’s and father in a heap on the floor, their mission thoroughly failed.

On Monday Damian thought not to tell the household that his latest pet was a python certainly not native to Gotham, let alone America, and did not think he should perhaps tell anyone that it was not in the glass tank he’d acquired to care for it. Alfred received a shock when he opened a cabinet in the kitchen to retrieve a dish, only to find a sleeping snake curled up.

Yes, it was safe to say that the Wayne residence was full of drama and mischief.

Today, the problem was you.

It wasn’t your fault. Not really. I mean, it’s not like anyone told you not to touch the stuff on the table in the cave. Nobody warned you that it wasn’t a good idea to mess around with some of the new gadgets Bruce was working on.

Ok so maybe Bruce had said something along the lines of;

“blah blah blah, don’t go into the bat cave without permission, more words, more talking, don’t touch anything, he’s still talking, the things down there are NOT for fun, they’re for work, something something, do you understand me?”

And yeah, you understood him. But like, he said not to go down there and touch stuff. So that’s why you did the opposite and did everything he said not to do. But c’mon. Isn’t it really obvious that you were going to do It anyway? It’s not like it resulted in too big of a problem.

“Uh, Bruce?” “No.” “But I-” “No.” “I really think you should-” “I’m working.” “Okay… but it’s just that,” “Y/n, I’m busy.” “... Bruceeeeeeeeeeeeee” “You can see I’m working.” “I know, but…” “… but what.” “No, it’s fine. You’re working, I don’t want to bother you.” “What did you want?” “Tell me that you’ll always love me no matter what.” “What did you do?” “Tell me.”

“I’ll always love you no matter what. Now what did you do?”

“I can’t get them off...”

You messed around with the prototype batcuffs Alfred and Bruce had been experimenting with. Bruce wanted to make them unescapable after the last time the Riddler managed to unlock them. The idea was for them to be Unescapable for the wearer, but not for the captor. Unfortunately they were in fact, unescapable for even Gotham’s Dark Knight.

Luckily for you, you had the smartest people in Gotham at your side, ready to tackle the issue.

Alfred and Bruce poured over the plans for the cuffs, certain that they could kill two birds with one stone by simply fixing the cuffs so that they were the real thing instead of broken prototypes, and therefore it could really be a valuable use of time.

Dick tried dish soap. It worked, he proclaimed, for rings stuck on peoples fingers, and it’s kind of the same thing really, when you think about it.

Tim pulled together an elaborate plan composed of several complex elements including but not limited to; the batmobile, rope and chain, an antique radio, several straws, the dish soap from earlier, a turkey sandwich, parts he’d need to unscrew from the garage door, a thorn from a rose between the colours of bashful blush and Scarlett Dream, two spoons, a canary and most importantly; something to burn metal with. He wanted a flame thrower, but on such short notice, promised that he could work with a blow torch if need be.

Safe to say Tim was put on bed rest until further notice.

Damian, grandson of the demon, son of Batman and Tahlia Al Ghul, Robin and well-trained fighter and weapons expert all round proposed an idea so practical, it was unclear why no one had thought of it before.

“Tch. I Don’t see why we don’t leave them to rot in them. It would serve them right. I wouldn’t be as stupid to lock myself in handcuffs.”

You’d responded with a glare and a “I won’t hesitate Bitch”, much to Dick’s delight.

Sometime later it became apparent that nobody had an idea and it was basically a good opportunity for an argument to occur between the members of your family, bar Alfred of course. (Alfred would never partake in such an opportunity.)

Bruce was hunched over his work bench, looking tired and frustrated. Alfred had prepared several cups of tea and strong coffee, most of which had remained untouched as Bruce tried to understand where the hand cuffs had gone wrong.

Dick had become very flustered, flitting around nervously, and wringing his hands like a worried mother. “Oh, my poor baby!” he cried, when you complained that your wrists were sore, throwing his arms around you. The hug was suffocating, but you were pretty sure he needed the comfort more than you did.

Tim escaped his bedroom and was sitting on the floor with one of the cups of coffee not meant for him, looking at the wall blankly. There was no further update for him, as he had not made any movement since sitting down.

Damian had left some time ago with Titus. As he was not allowed to pester Tim or you anymore, he’d declared that he was not going to waste his time on such a silly issue anymore and disappeared into the training room for practice.

And as for you. Well, you’re wrists were aching, your head hurt, and you were beginning to worry about how you were ever going to eat dinner if you couldn’t separate your hands enough to grab utensils. It was a very distressing thought, so you escaped upstairs just as Bruce yelled at Dick to sit down and for Tim to go to bed.

It was only when you went upstairs that you heard the loud music blasting from somewhere in the house. And judging by the fact that your brothers, Bruce and Alfred were downstairs, it could only mean one thing;

Jason was home.

You wandered into the workshop, an attachment for the garage that nobody seemed to ever go into except Jason. It housed all the power tools and handy man equipment that anyone could ever desire, despite the fact no one in the house ever used it. You weren’t allowed in there, usually due to your habit of touching things that were potentially dangerous. But Jason was a rebel, and he liked woodwork, and fixing things, so it became his designated zone in the house.

The music was louder in here, and Jason was banging his head along to a rock song currently playing.

“Hey Kid!” he called over the music when he saw you, adding a drum roll on the table for good measure.

“Why’s the music so loud?” You ask.

He walked to the stereo and turned it down slightly. “You losers were shouting in the cave when I got here and it was doing my head in. Anyway, what’s up?”

You hold your hands up so he can see the problem, and he observes with a frown.

“Didn’t know you were into that.” He comments casually, dodging a kick from you. “How’d you do that anyway?”

“I went and messed around with the stuff in the cave after I was told not to. Bruce can’t get them off.” You supply, and he scoffs

“Of course, B can’t.” He mutters. With a single movement; he grabs you by the waist and lifts you onto his work bench. He picks up your hands and examines the cuffs closely, turning them this way and that to get a good look. Humming along to the song, he searches through a few drill bits in the draw and finds one that looks like it’d fit into the lock on the cuffs. Without a word he sets to work, occasionally moving, or covering your hand his own as to not hurt them whilst he drills. Five minutes and one set of unescapable cuffs later, you’re free, and Jason’s packing away his drill and tools.

You’re rubbing your wrists gratefully when a thought occurs to you. “How’d you know it’d work?”

Jason grins. “He locked one of my hands to a radiator with the old ones a little while back. I drilled into that one and it worked, figured it’d work for this one since he still doesn’t know how I did it.”

You both wander down the hall, and your family is still fighting by the sounds coming from downstairs.

You both pause at the exposed stairwell that usually is hidden from sight.

“What do you say that we leave them there to fight for a bit and go get ice-cream?” Jason proposes quietly from behind you.

“I’d say that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day.”

#batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #jason todd #damian wayne #alfred pennyworth #batfam #batfamily #x reader #red hood #nightwing #robin #red robin #family #gotham

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signor-signor · 4 years ago

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Revised S3 Premiere Summary Prediction

A little while ago, I came up with a better trio of new characters who I think would play the role as the threat of S3 even better. Not only did I replace the characters I mentioned in my old summary, but I retained some of the details, replaced a few parts, and expanded the summary even more just to make it more interesting.

Anyway, here’s the updated summary of how I think the Season 3 premiere would go...

The story opens up on Dominator at the edge of the recovering galaxy, still walking in her orbble through space and griping about her defeat. When she mentions "that fuzzy banjo guy and his zbornak friend," she pulls out her phone and looks at the picture she took in The Flower, reminding herself of how much fun she had tormenting them. She gets hungry again, looks around, and finds the mysterious door leading to the void. Unbeknownst to her, a silhouetted figure steps out of a newly crashed space pod that flashes green lightning.

Meanwhile on the Skullship, Lord Hater is flipping through various TV channels, all of which talk about him saving the galaxy and defeating Dominator. Commander Peepers comes in to inform him that it's time to claim the galaxy as their own. Hater, however, points out that everyone sees him more as a hero than a villain and is afraid Wander will get in the way like he always does. Peepers tells him there are still a lot of refugees stuck on the formerly secret planet and that Wander will spend more time helping them get back to their home planets while Hater conquers the majority of the galaxy, putting his mind at ease and motivating him to get moving.

Two mysterious figures watch Hater and Peepers on the screen on the head of their leader. The leader of the trio shifts to a view of Wander, Sylvia, and what appears to be the figure from earlier. The two figures fret about how this might affect the future, but the leader says to let it be and insist they all pay a quick visit with Peepers, who is essentially responsible for making Hater who he is.

Back on the formerly secret planet, the galaxy inhabitants are doing a roll call when Wander and Sylvia, having explored the new galaxy, return. Everyone gathers around and sees that the duo have brought someone from out of the galaxy - a space ape.

The Stranger

Everyone becomes curious as to where the space ape came from, so Wander explains to them that after he and Sylvia evaded the Skullship and explored the entirety of the reborn galaxy, he spotted the ape on a lone asteroid. He thought he needed help because "all critters deserve some hospitality and a chance to regain their mentality." Sylvia was a little hesitant at first, but when she recalled the time she got into a life of crime after leaving her family, she accepted. They let the ape climb into the orbble with them before returning to the planet. When the roll call resumes, the ape goes off to look for food and Wander follows suit.

Meanwhile, Peepers gives Hater and the Watchdogs a presentation of the unoccupied planets and how they can conquer them before Wander takes all of the refugees home. When he's ready to answer questions, Barry asks him, "What if Wander gets on one planet 5 seconds before we do?" Peepers tells him that orbble juice is Wander's only means of transportation and that they'll have conquered 5 planets before he even reaches one. Several other Watchdogs ask questions involving villains who couldn't stand up to Dominator and are likely to return and get in Hater's way, dumbfounding Peepers. When Hater briefly fades and reappears, he starts to question his existence, so he and Peepers excuse themselves and walk off to their rooms. The three mysterious figures, having taken note of what's happening with Hater and Peepers, arrive at the Skullship and find a way inside.

(Commercial break)

Back on the ex-secret planet, everyone in the galaxy is safe and accounted for. Wander, having returned from finding food for the space ape and finding a spot where the ape had to “take care of a little business,” is eager to take everyone back to their home planets. Although he's unsure of where the ape can go, he promises he'll find the perfect place for him. Unfortunately, there isn't enough orbble juice to accommodate everyone, and the ships owned by Starbella, Ripov, and Major Threat aren't enough to transport everyone home without making more than one trip. Cobworth, the hooded medieval being who speaks for his people, tells Wander about their crashed vessel and how it could take flight again if they "give it a little more propulsion with any kind of source capable of mobility." This gives Wander an idea. In a montage, with help from everyone, including the space ape, whom Wander has named "Hubert" on account of the "H" on either side of his helmet, the ship gets a new makeover and is renamed "The Star Nomad."

Meanwhile on the Skullship, Peepers, who has no specific clue about how to proceed with the galactic conquest, is greeted by the three figures: The Timely Trio. The brainy, lady-like figure is Histress (the past seer), the short, brawny figure is Tuma (the future seer), and the charismatic leader is Nowser (the present controller). Nowser informs Peepers that they were alerted when a recent time loop was closed and that Hater is right about Wander getting in the way. He even shows him that he and Sylvia have a new friend and how that will affect the Watchdogs' future. The Trio explain to Peepers how they could help him reach his goal of conquering the planets. Nowser gives a demonstration by snapping his fingers, causing the Schmartians' ships to freeze just as they're about to land on a nearby planet. Histress uses her power to move the Schmartians in reverse and Tuma uses his power to quickly move the Skullship to the planet so Hater can claim it as part of the Hater Empire. Peepers is instantly impressed by the Trio's powers and agress to let them tag along.

Back on the ex-secret planet, the orbble juice has been added to the Star Nomad's bubble wand masts and everyone climbs aboard, ready for take off. Wander stands in the lower crow's nest while Sylvia stands at the helm. As soon as the ship leaves the planet, Wander breaks into a song: "Let's Go Soarin' and Explorin'." As soon as Wander finishes his song, "Hubert" starts to get in everyone's business.

(Commercial break)

Having conquered another planet, Peepers asks Nowser to show him where Wander and Sylvia are right now. When he sees the Star Nomad on screen, he rushes to Hater to tell him about the new means of transportation. Hater looks outside and sees the ship, which is enough to anger him and compel him to go even faster to conquer the planets. The Timely Trio decide to visit Wander on the Star Nomad and leave the Skullship.

"Hubert" is pulling on Something the So-and-So's kettle helmet as the passengers express their concerns and complaints about the ape. Wander reiterates that "all critters deserve some hospitality and a chance to regain their mentality," and when that doesn't calm down everyone, Sylvia locks the wheel into place with her bridle and reins and captures "Hubert," who has the kettle helmet, which Something promptly takes back. Sylvia explains to everyone how she herself used to do misdeeds during her partnership with Ryder, and when they got separated, she stayed on the bad path until she found Wander, who was able to look for the good in her and make her good again. Wander adds that if Sylvia, Hater, and many other folks can do good under positive influence, so can "Hubert."

Just then, the Timely Trio appear on the Star Nomad. Without affecting Wander, Histress reverses the time to the point before Sylvia jumps down to snatch "Hubert." Wander finds himself in the same situation where everyone is complaining about the ape. Confused, he asks himself what's going on, and Nowser freezes time (also without affecting Wander) and explains to him that he, Histress, and Tuma are timekeepers of the universe and tell him that "Hubert" must be taken back where he belongs. Since they're more knowledgeable about all creatures in the whole universe than everyone else, they insist on taking the ape, but Wander declines. Two reasons he refuses to let the Trio take the ape is that he and Sylvia found him first and that he promised that he himself would find him the perfect place. Subdued by Wander's logic, Nowser says they'll let him and everyone else be for now but tells him he hasn’t seen the last of the Trio. Then, without affecting Wander, Tuma moves time forward to the point where Sylvia has just told her story. Wander, somewhat flabbergasted by the Trio's powers, shrugs off what just happened and repeats his sentence about "Hubert" doing good under positive influence. "Hubert" starts taking a liking to everyone, including Wander, who tells him that this is the beginning of a lifelong friendship.

Hater, having just claimed 20 planets, decides to take a break. He comments to Peepers that Wander has been taking quite a while to reach even one planet and that the other villains didn't dare to get in the way. He even asks him how it could be so and if he knew anything about it. Peepers thinks for a few seconds and responds, "No, sir, not even a little.” Hater briefly fades and reappears again, which confuses him once again. In his mind, Peepers recalls seeing the creature in a space suit that reminds him of someone; he doesn’t have the heart to tell him who.

Back in the void, Dominator has gotten overly obsessive with imagining everything out of thin air. In the process, however, she realizes her evil thoughts are too much for her. Dominator has an epiphany that without someone's proper guidance, she'll have a mental breakdown, concluding that Wander was right about her loneliness. Right when she wishes to get out of the void, a mysterious but familiar figure appears and offers her a helping hand.

Wow, considering how much effort I put into making this story, I feel I deserve the reward of watching the S3 pitch. I mean, even though I seemingly did a fine job finding a role for the new characters, I’m not sure if I’m even close to what @crackmccraigen envisioned. Regardless of what the case may be, I did the thing. I did it because we were given a decent number of hints about S3. I did it because the people who worked on the S3 pitch still haven’t told us more about it. I did it because the higher-ups continue to treat the show like rubbish. I did it because so many people forget that the Save WOY campaign exists. I did it because I have determination.

Find your determination and start making speculations based on the hints. Be strong. Be motivated. Be the voice that fans, non-fans, and the higher-ups can hear, and maybe someday, we’ll see how the S3 premiere really plays out.

#Wander Over Yonder #SaveWOY #Predictions #WOY Season 3 #Season 3 #Long Reads

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kuratoki · 5 years ago

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Changes 02

So until April 23, updates for this fic will be daily~ Did you guys enjoy the first chapter? I find the beginning is one of the hardest (and mostly filler) parts to write but once there’s enough context, then the REAL story can begin :D

Anyways~ Happy Sunday!

Do you agree that things change in time? Well four years abroad would tell wouldn’t it?

Pairing: Reader x Jeno ft. NCT

Words: 2193

1 - 2 - 3

Warning: None in this chapter

“Hey Y/N~” Jisung said out of the blue.

School was now over and you, Jisung and Hana were sitting at your favorite Korean BBQ restaurant where you always spent your final day in Korea before you had to fly back to Europe.

“What’s up?” you asked, a mouth full of meat.

“When were you going to tell me Jeno was the main character in your contemporary piece?” he asked with a cheeky grin, causing Hana to almost spit out her drink while you struggled to keep the meat down.

“Ahh!!! He figured it out!!!” Hana said clapping happily and looked at Jisung with curiosity, “How did you find out?”

“She had to perform that one piece she did her first year of camp. You know how the advanced contemporary instructor always likes to have their new students perform a piece on the first day right? Y/N was the only student in that class that hasn’t taken it before so obviously everyone was looking at her with judgement.” Jisung started and you buried your head in your hands as he continued, “So I chose the song for her and I swear.”

Jisungs eyes got wide, “It was like for the first ten seconds she completely forgot the choreography and I was like crap, I screwed her over. Then out of nowhere, the music took over her body and it was the best I’ve ever seen her dance. Then I turned to Jeno and he was so mesmerized by your dance that I’m sure he wasn’t even aware he was staring. Once the music ended, I swore she was about to cry and I looked at Jeno and he looked guilty? Then I remembered her telling us one year that she left because she was trying to get over someone and when I heard that she and Jeno used to attend the same dance academy, I put the puzzle pieces together.” he finished with a grin and gave you a side glance.

“Plus, they had a moment after class today too.” he added with a smirk and your eyes widened before you started hitting Jisung’s arm, “She was blushing soooo much!!”

“You were there?!” you asked smacking your best friends arm and Hana burst into a new fit of laughter.

“A moment? Really?” she asked as Jisung nodded, acting out the two scenes.

“I dont think he would’ve let go of her hand if I didn’t join them. I was legit standing behind him the whole time” he grinned once he was done and Hana was holding the table for support.

“You know, as much as I missed you two...Yet, I have the urge to buy myself a plane ticket back to Europe.” you groaned as your friends continued to tease you. “Jaemin doesn’t know anything does he?” you asked Hana who shook her head.

“You’re nuts if you think I’d tell my boyfriend, who is best friends with Jeno about this.” Hana said quickly. “But Jeno’s been talking about you for years now, I put the puzzle pieces together earlier on but never brought it up since you always look so sad whenever he was brought up.”

“Years?” you asked with wide eyes as the two nodded, “When did you realize that I was the one Jeno kept talking about?” you asked Jisung as he thought back.

When did he know that you were the girl Jeno never got over? When the two of them met, it was through Jaemin and the three were always in the same dance class. When they got recruited into the NCT Dance Crew, that’s when their bond got stronger and it was also a year after Jisung and Hana met you.

While Jaemin had found Hana quickly, it was obvious Jeno refused to date anyone though between the two boys, he had the most suitors. He always used the excuse that his dance was more important to him which was a total lie. During a retreat that the older NCT members put on, Jisung overheard a drunk Jeno confessing to one of the older guys, Doyoung, about his past and why he never dated. There was a girl who was perfect for him in every way and she just got up and left him. When Doyoung, who felt empathetic for his favorite junior asked him who this girl was, Jeno just responded he didn’t know what he did wrong for her to leave for Europe just like that.

That’s when it clicked in Jisung’s mind and he put the two together. Of course, out of respect for you, he never brought it up and kept it to himself and now after a few years, he couldn’t believe that things had yet to change. He saw the way Jeno looked at you, a way he never looked at other girls before and he cringed thinking about the lost puppy look his friend had.

“It’s been a while.” he answered with a smile, “I still can’t believe you were the reason Jeno never dated.”

“Didn’t he?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, “The girl that I told you guys about.”

“Jaemin said they never dated. Jeno got accepted into SMAA the very next year and last I heard, she failed the auditions about four times.” Hana explained, “Maybe what you saw that night was a misunderstanding.” she tried to reason.

“So she just randomly showed up at his house to make a move?” you asked, scrunching up your nose, “And did it conveniently when I walked out?”

“Maybe she saw you?” Jisung suggested, “You said that she had been giving you a hard time since you spent so much time with Jeno and Jaemin. Maybe this was her way to get you to go away.”

“Which wouldn’t be surprising. The four of us ran into her one day while we were out and she was all over Jeno and Jaemin, even though I was holding Jaemins hand.” Hana said with a slight glare, “She also tried to get him to leave me so I mean…”

“Wow, so now I actually have an ass to kick?” you asked sitting up straighter, “How did you not tell me about this before?”

“Cause you’d start your emo hours the moment Jeno was brought up. So like I said, maybe it is a misunderstanding. Something you two can talk out.” Jisung suggested again, “Plus, I have a plan.” he grinned mischievously and you gave him a weird look.

“That’s the look you gave her when you said you had a plan to get Wong Yukhei off her back.” Hana stated looking frightened, “He hasn’t come back to camp since year 2.”

“It worked didn’t it?” Jisung asked as you and Hana shrugged, “By the way Hana, what are the chances of you transferring into our third period class?”

“I start tomorrow. Why?” Hana asked and Jisungs grin got wider and started telling you about his plan.

“So essentially, nothing changes between us but we let Jaemin and Jeno assume things and let it go from there?” Hana asked once Jisung was done with his explanation and he nodded his head as if he just solved the problem to world hunger.

“Isn’t that dangerous though?” you asked, thinking Jisungs plan over, “It’s not like I still like Jeno or anything.” you muttered to yourself.

“Liar.” your two friends said automatically with their thumbs down.

“If you weren’t, you wouldn’t have blushed the way you did earlier today.” Jisung said with a teasing grin.

“Jaemin said that Jeno had heart eyes for you all english class.” Hana added with a matching grin, “And that he chose to sit behind you this semester instead of Jaemin.”

“I’m starting to REALLY regret transferring over.” you moaned into your hands as your two friends continued to make fun of you. “You do realize you may get punched in the face for this stunt.” you said as Jisung shrugged.

“It’ll give me a reason to hit him back for taking my solo spot at nationals last year.” he said before taking a sip of his soda.

“Someone’s still salty.” Hana said as you nodded your head in agreement.

“Well, I can’t stop you regardless so I guess I have to go with it.” you said sighing, “Why do boys always have to resort to violence?”

“Cause they end up like us who hold grudges forever?” Hana asked with a shrug as Jisung proceeded to eat more.

Outside, two boys observed the group before them through the restaurant window.

“Do you think they’ve noticed us yet?” Jaemin asked when he noticed the three of you starting to get up.

“I think I saw Jisung look up just now.” Jeno said as the three of you left the restaurant.

Hana’s eyes automatically lit up when she saw her boyfriend and ran ahead of you and Jisung to meet with them.

“What are you doing here?” Hana asked Jaemin, “And how did you know we’d be in this area?”

Jaemin gave Hana his most charming smile, he had asked Jisung earlier that day which KBBQ restaurant you were going to after school and naturally, the other boy told him unaware that his girlfriend wanted to have alone time with her friends.

“You didn’t turn off your location on snapchat.” he answered, hoping his girlfriend would buy the answer and he swore he heard Jeno choke on his laughter beside him.

“What are you guys up to now?” Jisung asked once you joined the group.

“We just had dinner and I wanted to take Hana on a walk before we head home.” Jaemin said, “What about you guys?”

“I think I’m going to head home before I fall into a food coma.” you said stretching, “I think I ate enough for two meals and I still have a lot to unpack.”

“Ah… I have to meet with one of the senior dancers from NCT so I can’t walk you home…” Jisung said looking down at his watch, “Are you okay getting home yourself?”

“What am I? Twelve?” you asked giggling, “Of course I can get home myself.”

“Kay, then I’ll see you tomorrow.” he said giving you and Hana a hug before he left in the direction of the academy.

“We’ll head off too then.” Jaemin said, his arm around Hana’s waist as she waved to you and Jeno.

“Have a goodnight guys.” you said waving and watched them walk off towards the river leaving only you and Jeno.

The two of you looked at each other and he offered you a small smile.

“I’m heading home too... “ he said nodding his head in the direction, “you said you were living at your parents right?”

Taking that as a silent invitation to walk with him, you nodded your head as the two of you started to walk side by side.

The two of you walked in silence, Jeno with his hands shoved in his pockets thinking about what to say while you looked at anywhere but him, the conversation with your friends being fresh on your mind.

You didn’t want to admit that the moment you saw the boy next to you dancing in the lunchroom earlier that day made a lot of your old feelings resurface. He looked so cool and more refined than he did all those years ago and it made you think how much could change in four years. Four years where you both had a lot of time to grow up apart from each other. Once upon a time, you were able to call each other best friend or maybe something even more. Now, the two of you walk with each other practically strangers.

You let out a small breath, things really did change over time.

By the time you got back to your houses, no one had yet to say a word.

“I guess I’ll see you in class.” you said softly as you stood in front of your gate.

“See you in class.” Jeno said with a nod, “Have a good night Y/N.”

“You too Jeno.” you said waving at him before going into your house.

He stared at your front door for a few moments before he went inside his home himself and leaned his head back on the door. He thought about how he wanted to hug you at that moment, catch up on everything you missed in the last four years and ask what made you leave so suddenly.

There were so many questions running through his head but he just didn’t know how to approach things with you yet. You seemed different than you once were and he knew you weren’t the same person as you were before. But why did all the old feelings he once had for you resurface the moment he saw you dance that heartbreaking piece?

Taking out his wallet, he opened it to look at the polaroid picture revealing two very happy looking pre-teens infront of a bench that overlooked the city and he tried not to frown. Who was he kidding? The feelings never returned because they were never gone to begin with.

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Unforeseen Chasm (Part 44)

Prompt: Two sisters fall for men that are absolute enemies. The love they have could tear all of them apart, or it could bring them together.

Word Count:4474

Warnings: Language, arguing, meeting the parents song for this part: Note: This is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written (including my novels). It’s a collaboration with the amazing @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo. It started as a funny “What if…?” and it evolved and got huge. This took two years to write. We are both proud and happy and we hope you enjoy it. It follows from Thor 1 to Endgame in the MCU. Some of the timelines may be off in order to fit certain people, and some characters may show up earlier or in different ways than they have in the movie. But for the most part, it follows the MCU. It also has a bit of crossover with some other Marvel characters throughout the story.

Masterlist for Unforeseen Chasm

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Getting home was quick, all Shannon had to do was call the tower and have one of the suits come get her. She didn’t feel like going through traffic and she also had to get home soon to be able to get Tony to agree with letting Loki be a guest at the wedding. She knew that he would never agree to it, but she knew that if she put an ultimatum on him about getting to the wedding in an ironman suit.

“JARVIS, where is Tony at right now?” she asked the Al as she headed over to the closet to change clothes

“He is currently in the common area. Would you like me call him over?” the system replied.

“Just let him know that I’d like to talk to him about some of changes to the guest list for the wedding.”

“Right away,” was all the Al replied.

Shannon spent some time looking at some of the ideas for table decor but couldn’t seem to figure out which one so she saved some she liked to have you help her pick the next day. It’d been a few minutes when Tony walked in holding two cups with what Shannon assumed was either coffee or soda.

“Hey, babe. Back from Y/N/N’s already? How was the movie?”

“Well she wasn’t there so there was no movie night…”

“Oh? So… where were you all this time?” he wondered.

“I was still at Y/N’s. I was...I spent my evening..talking with Loki,” she told Tony as she took the cup from his hand and took a sip. She noticed it was hot soda with lemon and knew he was helping her get her throat to get healed.

“What? Why? You were alone with that bag of fucked up crazy?” he asked, sounding concerned. “Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?”

“Relax, would you? I am more than capable of handling things if they’d gotten out of control.” She felt hurt that Tony didn’t think she was capable of protecting herself. “I’m perfectly fine, he didn’t do anything. We talked and got to know more about each other, we talked about things I didn’t think I’d ever have to tell him.” She got quiet at the end hoping not to have to discuss exactly what was said.

“You… talked? So you went over for scones and tea? Come on, Shannon. What the hell went on?” he urged. There was no possible way Shannon sat and had a civilized conversation with that maniac just for fun.

“I didn’t plan on going over to talk to him. Jeez, Tony you make it sound like we don’t deserve to get on the same page and figure out how to be around each other peacefully.” Shannon raised her voice but knew she shouldn’t let it get too far lest she want to end up back in the Med Bay. “He was there, cleaning some things and was looking at an old photo album that I had thought Y/N had gotten rid of. Turns out, she didn’t, and I remembered there were some things I had hidden in the back that he would eventually find…” She was shutting down. She didn’t like bringing up the things she’d done back before college especially with how Tony had reacted when she’d told him. “I told him some things about me to clear any future disagreements.”

“I’m sure that went well,” he muttered. “Being as he’s a mass murderer and all, I’m sure your past looked like sunshine and fairies.”

“You want to talk about mass murderers?!” she shrieked, causing the lights to flicker a moment. “JARVIS, keep Bruce on call for getting me to the med bay,” she called the Al, “and send him active vitals until he sees I need to go to the Bay.”

“Right away, Miss,” he replied.

“News flash, Tony you’re getting married to one, or did you forget? Because I sure as shit didn’t. You may not forgive him but I do. I know why he did what he did. I would have done the same too if it meant keeping you safe and alive!” Her voice got louder, thankfully the walls were thick enough that no one would hear. “You don’t think I regret the things I did before I met you? Before your father got me into school and to help me get to where I am?” She felt herself shaking and had begun to breathe harder than she should be. “Listen to me, Anthony Stark, this the only time I’m going to say it: you stop treating Loki like crap because essentially he is the me I was and I don’t take to that. Whether you like it or not I’m inviting him to the wedding and you can't stop me,” she said with determination in her voice that made men quiver when they tried to undermine her.

“We’re getting married. I won’t be bullied or threatened into inviting a terrorist there. Do you have any idea who’s attending this shindig? Who would have me possibly arrested if I invited the biggest threat Earth has seen as a guest of honor? How would that look, Shannon? We work with security agencies. We work with SHIELD, the UN. We can’t have them there. That’s a no. And that’s final.” He started to turn to leave, before he whipped back around. “And don’t ever threaten me again. This can’t work if you’re going to tell me it’s your way or the highway. You may be more powerful than me physically, but last I checked, relationships don’t work that way,” he stated, anger in his voice and face.

“So I can’t act that way why because it’s a threat to you?! But The Great Tony Stark throws a fit because things don’t go how he likes and it’s totally okay?” she seethed. “Last time I checked I also get input into who's going to the wedding seeing as I’m the bride,” she said the last word harshly. “Don’t like my decision? Keep it to yourself, like I have about who you’ve invited to the wedding… fuck this, I’m not arguing anymore.” She got up off the bed. “I’m leaving.” She walked into the closet grabbed a few things and put them in a suitcase. “I”ll be out of your way, your highness,” she mocked him as she pushed her way past him.

“Jesus, did that alien prick fuck with your mind that much that you don’t care what makes me uncomfortable?” he asked, his voice slightly raised. “Clearly you can’t be left alone with him, just another reason I don’t want him at the wedding. I can’t believe you’re even thinking of inviting him, Shannon. Just because Y/N’s gone off the deep end and she decided to fuck crazy, doesn’t mean we have to, too.”

“My mind is already fucked up before I met him, before I met you!” She stopped to turn and look at him, her eyes usually a chocolate brown were a blazing red. “You think I don’t care about what makes you uncomfortable. What about me? I’ve spent most of this relationship making sure you were never uncomfortable because you always came first!” Her voice echoed, making the pictures hanging on the wall shatter. “At any moment Widow protocol could be reactivated in me and I would be a hundred times worse than what they did. Clearly we didn’t think this wedding through…” She knew this would hurt him but she didn’t care. All she wanted to do at this moment is leave. “It’s taking all the strength I have left in me not to hurt you, Tony but the more you talk it makes it worse. Did you ever stop to think that maybe you might be the reason I’m like this? That your constant hurtful words are causing this deadly mutation to get stronger?” she asked him, completely heartbroken because he couldn’t see how much it was killing her to be there now. She grabbed her bag and walked to the door. “Maybe Loki’s a terrorist, maybe he’s done unspeakable things… but he always puts Y/N, her happiness and health, above everything else… Can you say the same?”

Closing the door after herself, she walked as fast as her feet could take her. “Miss, Dr. Banner would like to have you go to the Med Bay,” the Al system announced.

“Let him know that he can find me at my parents house that he can check my vitals there, I have some equipment there and that he is to only let Y/N know of where I am. I don’t need Tony coming to the house to make things worse.” She wiped a tear from her cheek.

“Would you like me to have the car waiting for you?”

“Yes, please.”

“It should be ready in five minutes. I’ve also Let Dr. Banner know of your request,” the Al said. “ I do hope you come home soon.” If the system could express feelings you’d think you hear a hint of sadness in its voice.

“Thank you, JARVIS, update me on any changes around here and keep Tony from coming to the house?”

“As you wish, Miss Shannon. Have a good night.”

She arrived at the lobby where the car was waiting. “Hello, Happy,” she greeted him as she got to the car. “Would you please take me to my parents?” she asked him with a sad smile.

“Certainly. Do we need to stop anywhere along the way?” he asked, taking her bag from her.

“No, just straight to them. I’ll call to let them know I’m headed their way,” she said getting in the car.

Shannon called her parents, asking if she could stay a few days. Her mom was worried that there were problems between her and Tony, but Shannon gave her the white lie that Tony was involved in something and didn’t want to be bothered, and she needed a change of scenery.

As soon as she arrived, her parents welcomed her with open arms. She said she was tired and wanted to go lie down in her old room. They nodded in understanding and got her extra blankets, wishing her a good night.

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The next morning, Shannon got a text from you.

“Yo, why aren’t you in your office or lab? I brought you some tea.”

“I’m at our parents’ house. I’m taking the day off.”

“Oh no, do you feel okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just needed a break.”

“Oh, well let me know if you need anything. I’m going to work extra hard to finish up this project with Bruce before I leave.”

“Will do. Have a good day.”

With that, Shannon lied in bed all day, unsure what to do with herself. A little after lunchtime, she got another text from you.

“Hey, how would you feel about me introducing Loki to the parents?”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, why not? Now is as good a time as any. Maybe he can use them as another resource while I’m away.”

“Yeah, okay, that’d be fine. Might be nice to have everyone together : )”

“I thought so too. I’ll ask Mom and Dad if it’s cool.”

With that, you called Tom and Diane and they said they’d be delighted to meet the new beau in your life. They said they’d make your favorite dinner and invite Shannon’s sister, and your somewhat adoptive sister Tracey, over.

As soon as you got home, you found Loki sitting and reading.

“Do you have a suit?” you asked as soon as you entered the apartment.

“I have the one Shannon got me for my first day with Strange… Why?”

You glanced at his black jeans and button down green shirt. “We’re meeting my parents tonight,” you informed with a wide grin as you made your way to your closet.

Loki was behind you in a flash.

“Your parents? Tonight? I… Did you think to ask me?”

“Would you have said yes?” you inquired, holding up two different dresses and comparing them.

“Probably not, which is why you should’ve asked me,” he stated, clearly upset.

You sighed and turned to him, putting your hands on his chest. “Love, they’re important to me. I’ve barely seen them since…” You trailed off, not wanting to bring it up again. “And I would love for you to meet them. I lived with your family for two months. Dinner with mine is too much to ask?”

“Well no, but… But I’m not prepared. What if they ask about our time in prison?”

“You lie and say you were busy,” you strictly ordered.

“And my family?”

“Be honest.”

“And our time on Sanctuary?”

“Pretend we were in Asgard.”

“This is a lot of lying, even for me.”

You made a face before backing away from him. “I promised them they would meet you as soon as you were free. With me going to Nebraska, I would really like it if your connections in this city weren’t limited to Shannon.”

“And if they despise me?” he suddenly asked, deadpanning the question.

A small smile came onto your face. “Impossible.”

“Really? So then they would be fine knowing you nearly killed yourself for me time and time again?”

“I think they would be more interested to know you endured great torture and brainwashing to spare me,” you countered.

He didn’t seem satisfied. His anxiety was still ebbing all around him.

“It will be fine,” you assured. “Just be yourself. If the truth comes out, it comes out. We can't hide our past or what we did forever.”

“Are you entirely sure you want to do this? Me being… who I am?” he asked uneasily.

“I’m extremely sure. They’re important to me, they’re important to Shannon, and you are my world. I’d love it if they knew I’d met the love of my life,” you responded as you wrapped your arms around his waist and looked up at him. “They’ve wanted me to meet a guy for a long time, to find my own happiness. Shannon has hers with Tony and they’ve wanted that for me. They’ll be thrilled to know I’ve found it. Not everyone looks for the flaws in other people,” you gently, but strictly, reminded as you let go to continue getting dressed.

“Then I will do this. I’ve wanted to meet them for some time, if I’m honest. I just wasn’t sure you wanted them to meet me,” he admitted sheepishly, toying with his hands.

“I’ve wanted them to meet you since we met on Asgard,” you confessed.

“Bit early, don’t you think?” he teased as he went to his own closet.

“Never too early to know you’ve found the one,” you shot back with an endearing, playful smile.

At that, the two of you got ready. He helped you into your dress and you helped him with his tie. It finally felt like things were coming together for you two.

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Back at the house, Shannon had confirmed the time that you and Loki would arrive so that gave them a good amount of time to get everything prepped and ready to start making. Shannon and Diane had been in the kitchen working together to get dinner done. Seeing as Shannon was very quiet, her mom decided that she'd make some light conversation.

“So how’s work been? Seems like things have been busy since neither of you three have stopped by for dinner,” she said while slicing up the green peppers.

“Things have been pretty busy with each of us doing our own projects and with working with Shield more than ever, things have been stressful. I’m sorry none of us have come to visit you,” she told her mother as she stirred the contents in the pot. “I’ll make it up to you though, I have missed you guys so much though.”

“Have you made any new progress on details for the wedding? Finally picked out the dress yet?” She seemed to have a million questions about the wedding but Shannon was in no mood to talk about anything related to the wedding with the current situation that she and Tony were in.

“Umm… still haven’t picked out a dress yet. Y/N and I are going next week though….could you pass me the peppers? Looks like the pan is ready for them,” she replied hoping it would be enough to satisfy her mother. All the other questions were given short answers.

“Shannon, is everything alright? It seems like you don’t want to know or hear about anything for the wedding. Is there anyway that I can help?” Diane hated seeing how Shannon was currently acting but she knew better than to ask Tony. For all she knew Shannon could have come home without telling him. She would never betray her daughter’s trust in such a way. “So what’s Loki like?”

Hearing her mother drop the subject of the wedding things seem to make Shannon visibly relax. “Well he’s very reserved. Tends to spend his time reading or spending it with Y/N or working with Stephen. Who, by the way, says hello and hopes you stop by for some tea.”

“Thank you for letting me now, dear. It’s good to hear from him, let him know I’ll be by soon.”

They both went back to cooking and making sure the last few details were done.

Diane had made a mental note to ask you to talk to Shannon about what’s going on because she knew that there’s something she’s not being told but didn’t want to seem like she’s pushing for answers. She was also excited to see her three daughters in the house again making her feel loved twice as much as she always does.

Tracey arrived first, catching up with her family. She said she wasn’t currently seeing anyone, but that might change as she had her eye on a guy at the hospital. About fifteen minutes after she showed up, you and Loki arrived. You knocked on the door before turning to him and making sure his tie was straight.

Tracey answered the door, her face unreadable for a moment.

“Oh, you must be the famous Loki that I keep hearing about,” she said in a delighted tone as she shook his hand.

“Easy, Trace,” you admonished lightly as you closed the door behind you. It was cute how she wanted to see him, but you didn’t need your family scaring him off.

“It’s quite alright,” Loki assured

“Mom, Dad! He’s here!” Tracey announced loudly as she danced into the kitchen.

Her action made you blush as you looked up to Loki, holding his hand. “Sorry about that,” you apologized.

“Oh! They’re here!” Diane gushed as she emerged from the kitchen in a stylish new dress. “Dinner will be on the table in just a moment, feel free to make yourself at home,” she encouraged. “Y/N, it’s so good to see you,” she said warmly before running back in.

The next second, Tom emerged from the hall. “Hey! There she is! It’s been too long, kiddo.” He pulled you into a hug, almost too tight where you couldn’t breathe.

Once he finally let you go and the wind got back into your lungs, you agreed. “I know. I’m here now though. Tom, please meet my…” The word boyfriend didn’t sound right. He was much more than that. He was your everything. But you two weren’t engaged or married, but partner didn’t quite fit either. “Loki, this is Loki,” you said, starting again.

Loki shot you a quick look of confusion before extending his hand to your surrogate father. “Nice to meet you,” Loki offered.

“You as well. Shall we sit?” he asked, gesturing to the table.

The two of you made your way to the table with six seats. You and Loki on one side, and you assumed Shannon and Tracey would sit across from you, with Tom and Diane on either end of the table.

“So, Loki, I hear you’re a Prince in your land. That so?” Tom asked before taking a sip of water, while waiting on the food to make it to the table.

“Uh, yes. My brother was crown prince, next in line for the throne though.”

“Older?”

“Yes.”

“That can be rough. We heard about your mother’s passing, I wanted to offer my condolences.”

Loki nodded. “I appreciate that.”

Just then, the three women entered. Diane was carrying the roast, Shannon had the potatoes, and Tracey had the beans and salad.

“I hope everything tastes okay! I’m not sure what they eat on Asgard but…I hope it’ll do.” “Any food you make, Mrs. Moran will be perfectly fine. I’ve come to really enjoy Midgardian food,” Loki assured.

“Midgardian?” Diane questioned with a concerned look that she aimed at you and Shannon.

“He means Earth,” Shannon corrected and you smiled with gratitude at her.

“Oh!”

“So how are you adjusting to life here on the blue marble?” Tom wondered as he dug into the food.

Loki was taking the plate of roast, frowning as he answered. “Fine, just fine. I have a job with a sorcerer.”

“Is that your end goal?”

“Tom,” you began to chide, your face getting red. You knew he was trying to navigate if Loki had any long term plans for you two.

“What? Can’t a father know how his daughter’s boyfriend plans to support them?”

“I, uh, haven’t really thought it out. On Asgard I probably would’ve been my brother’s political advisor. Down here, I’m not too sure.” He seemed uncomfortable with the question so you gave his knee a slight squeeze under the table.

“Do you miss your home?” Diane suddenly asked.

“A little…but… uh, this is lovely as well. As long as I’m with Y/N, I’m home.” He looked down at you with love and adoration and you beamed up at him.

“Gross, get a room,” Tracey said before Shannon shot her a glare. “Oh, I meant to tell you all, I got promoted to head nurse down at the hospital!”

“That’s great, honey!” Tom congratulated as he reached over and shook her shoulder. “We’re so proud of you.”

Diane turned to you. “Y/N, have you made any headway in your research?”

“Actually,I’ll be going to Nebraska, for a bit. Jane’s got a job opening and requested me.”

Your parents gasped. “But, you just got back.”

“I know, I know, but it’s a great opportunity.”

“She’ll be doing field work, the kind she loves,” Shan added, encouraging you.

“Well, then, I guess… we support you.”

“Thank you. I feel like I should also tell you, uh, I found my birth parents.”

Tom and Diane exchanged a look.

“You did?” Tom asked, his tone unclear.

You nodded, feeling a knot form in your stomach. How would they take this? Would they even believe you?

“Uh, yeah, they… apparently lived on Asgard.”

“How’s that possible?” Tracey wondered.

“We aren’t exactly sure of all the details,” Loki suddenly interjected. “As it turns out, my mother was friends with Y/N’s parents. They went away to battle and left her in my mother’s care. They said if they didn't return, to send her someplace far away so the enemy would never come looking for her. At first, she raised her with us, but then, she sent her down to Earth, to keep her protected. My mother wiped all of our memories, so none of us remembered her. But as soon as we learned the truth, she returned our memories, and I did remember playing with Y/N a bit as a child.”

“And that’s how you ended up in that orphanage,” Diane mused. “So, so this means you two are both from Asgard?”

You meekly nodded, worried they would no longer see you as the daughter they took in.

“So what all does that mean? Are you immortal or…?” she wondered, clearly curious.

“I think so. I’ve found that I heal at great rates since I’ve visited there. I can also perform magic now. Frigga basically took everything that made me Asgardian and turned me mortal, much like when Thor was banished. When I returned though, all of it came back like a lifesource.”

“But what about now, you’ve been back on Earth for some time, right?”

“It wasn’t all about the geolocation,” you explained. “Frigga lifted her magic on me and that helps me retain my true identity.”

“It must’ve been hard, trying to figure out where you belonged,” Diane noted, her dinner all but forgotten.

“A little. My memories, my social experience, my life, have all been Earth. But I couldn’t deny how right at home I felt in Asgard. I somehow knew parts of the palace I’d never seen. I feel blessed to have both, honestly. Two homes instead of feeling like I didn’t belong anywhere.”

“That’s fantastic.”

“What powers did you have?” Tom wondered. “Are they like Shan’s?”

“No,” you assured. “No, I, uh, I have the power to cast magic. I have the ability to charge objects and throw them.”

"That is so interesting," Diane commented.

Before you knew it everyone was throwing question after question to you and Loki. All too soon, dinner had ended and you two were saying goodbye to your family.

"So what did you think?" you asked as you two walked toward the car.

"I thought they were lovely," he commented, his tone wrapped in something you couldn't detect.

"What is it?" you inquired, your brows knitted together as you opened the driver door.

The two of you climbed in and Loki was quiet for a moment, pensive. You desperately wanted to know what was in his mind, but you refrained from pushing him. You began to drive, hoping he would confide and suddenly, without much warning, he did.

"It just makes me think of Frigga and Odin, and how I wish I’d been close with them. Like you are with Tom and Diane,” he noted, his voice somber.

“You were close with Frigga,” you tried, a frown on your face. The way it came out, it sounded like a question, as if you weren’t sure if he was close with her.

“I was, she treated me like her own, I suppose. But to have them care that deeply for you, your career...us… I don’t think I would’ve ever received that from either of them.”

You pressed your lips together, sad to hear this is how he felt, and even sadder to know it was probably the truth. While you were there, they never asked Loki about dating, his studies, his work…

The rest of the ride was quiet before you two got home, to get in bed and face another day of freedom.

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candyflavoredletters · 5 years ago

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could you do Hero x DJ as a ship?

They say people have three faces. Hero Cookie thinks most people have two. But the faces was more metaphorical, right? And they probably didn’t mean the whole alter ego thing. This was also not something most people had, either.

Maybe he has three faces.

The witch needed better things to do with her time.

Wait, no, back to the point.

People have faces they don’t always show each other. Case in point: DJ Cookie.

It’s almost surprising, really, how no one has called them out on it. Maybe he’s just better at picking up secret identities when he has one of his own. Or maybe it’s because DJ’s alter ego is just... them in normal clothing. It’s jarring to see them without their trademark grin and music.

They’re just there, sitting in cafe, reading a book. He wouldn’t even have thought it was them if it weren’t for their hair. And if they hadn’t arranged to meet up here, anyway.

Then again, it’s not like theirs was much of a secret identity anyways.

“What are you reading?” Hero asks, peering at their book.

DJ squeaks. Their eyes widen and they close the book shut. “Nothing. Caramel Cookie, when did you get here?”

Hero shrugs and gives them a smile. “Only a while ago. Did you get my message?”

“There might have been a vibration,” DJ cookie mumbles, face red. “I didn’t check it.”

"Oh, well! I’m here now at least, right? So, DJ, what did you think about last week’s issue?”

“Of the comics based on Hero Cookie?” Upon Hero’s nod, DJ frowns. “I don’t know... I liked it, but isn’t it kind of weird to make a comic about an actual cookie? He probably finds it weird.”

Hero grins at them. They knew there was a reason he liked them. “Good points! I’ve heard that they’ve got permission from the hero himself, so it should be fine.”

“Really? Good for him,” DJ snorts. “At least he’s got some heads up. Still think it’d be weird, though.”

“True enough! Speaking of reading, can i see that book, DJ?”

DJ gestures to their book. “...This one? It’s... it’s my notebook.”

“You were the one who told me to come and read it!” Hero huffs. “Remember?”

“Right!” They fumble. “Right, right. Ah...”

Hero frowns. He opens his mouth, about to ask them if they’re okay, when he hears it.

There’s a long, loud mechanical whirring that surrounds them. From the kitchens, they can hear a metallic voice call out to all the cookies in the store.

“Operative... destroy pancakes.”

He really appreciates the idea of his life being like a comic, but universe, could he please spend some time with DJ?

Hero lets out a dramatic gasp regardless. “I need to warn Pancake Cookie! DJ, you should get to a safe place!”

He drags them out of the store before running off in a direction Pancake is decidedly not on. He then flicks open his watch, inputting a small code.

The suit flies towards him, landing in front of him with a small thump. He hops in, hoping this would be quick.

There’s a long list of cursing in DJ Cookie’s head right now and a lot of that could be blamed on a certain caramel cookie.

No, not Caramel Cookie. They could blame it on him, if they wanted, but most of the blame should be on Hero Cookie. Especially after he had very openly admitted that the robots may have followed him.

He was apologizing for the attack when mentioning it, but still.

Maybe getting mad at Hero for being in the same cafe as them was petty. They can do petty, though, considering the attack caused their friend to run off to who knows where.

“...And I’m glad no one got hurt!” Hero continues. DJ glares at him with as much force as they can. “I’m so sorry about all the damages.”

The shop owners reassure him that it’s fine, of course, they had meant to update their mixers anyways. They’re not sure why they bothered to buy mixers that labelled their power levels by food items.

They eye the owners, waiting patiently for them to leave. They know how it feels to be called out in the middle of a show, after all. Better to wait for this kind of conversation when he only had one person to explain to.

“What do you mean no one got hurt?”

Hero Cookie winces.

He doesn’t want to talk to the voice’s owner now. Not when Caramel Cookie, a very good friend of theirs, was meant to be with them. Really, can he please go?

“Did you get hurt, citizen?” he says anyways. “Should I call the hospital?”

“Caramel Cookie’s gone.” DJ says it with a snarl and a frown affixed upon their face. “How can you say no one got hurt?”

Because he’s right here, he doesn’t say. “I’m sure he’s fine. I can take one last look around area for you, if that helps you feel better.”

“I’m coming with.”

“I’ll report back to you right away,” he says, but DJ’s stance is firm. “It’ll be faster on my own.”

“I want to see him as soon as I can.”

Hero’s glad for the suit, because he’s honestly not sure what kind of face he’s making. There are only so many ways you can deal with a friend looking for your alter ego while talking to you.

“Well,” Hero begins.

He flies off without a word.

DJ Cookie is debating becoming a supervillain.

This would make them much pettier than they’d believe. Their backstory would consist of them being pissed at how off handedly Hero handled the idea of a hurt citizen when no one was around to see. At least Caramel was nearby, directed by be sounds of a suit whirring up.

Although they had to admit, if they worded it right, their backstory would sound way less petty than it actually was.

They hum, tapping a pencil to their cheek. Maybe what they were working on could be their theme song. Not nessecarily a villain one. Just one for fun.

They scribble a few thoughts in their notebook. Scales, instruments, and beats. They close it a few moments a later, a grin on their face. Maybe they’d ask Caramel for his thoughts. He had to know a few themes songs, didn’t he?

They shelve the notebook onto their shelf. The amount made their room feel a little cramped, actually. Not that they minded. They murmur a melody under their breath, trying to tune it and make it sound right. It would be nice to finish their song before the next performance, after all.

They’re only broken out of their thoughts when they hear a tap on the window.

There outside their apartment was Hero Cookie. He floats slightly, supported by his rocket thrusters. He waves with one hand and holds a familiar looking book in the other.

The windows open before he can even speak. “You got my notebook!”

“I was going to return it to you.” They can hear the embarassment in his voice. “I, um... also wanted to apologize.”

“Okay.”

“Um.” He pauses, before taking a look at DJ’s face, then continues. “Right... I should clear up first that I already found Caramel before you mentioned him.”

DJ raises an eyebrow.

“I didn’t know they were Caramel Cookie!” He holds his hands up in defense. “He just looked out of place, lost, and needed directions.”

“So why did you just fly away, then?” They glare at him.

Hero takes a deep breath and sighs. “I panicked.”

“...You panicked.”

“I’m not supposed to take civilians with me and you weren’t budging, so...”

“You left.”

“I left.”

DJ sighs. “A’ight. That one’s on me then. Thanks for helping my friend.”

“No problem! It’s all part of the job.” He hands them their book back. “I take it you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

“More annoyed, but yeah.” DJ shrugs. “It was kind of petty of me to get mad at you for ruining my shot.”

Hero pauses. “Shot at what?”

“At confessing,” DJ coughs into their hand. “I was going to leave a confession note in this book, but. You know.”

“I... see.” Hero tilts his head. “Who’s it for?”

DJ gives him an irediculous look. “You have one guess.”

“Cookie with the heart eyes.”

“It’s Caramel Cookie.” They must sound as exasperated as they feel, because Hero looks utterly embarassed at not getting it right the first time. He coughs into his hand, not facing them anymore.

“Oh! My apologies.” His voice is a little more high pitched than normal. “I was just thinking, that, perhaps I could give it for you?”

DJ’s eyes light up. “You would?”

“I don’t see why not! Considering I, um, had inconvinient timing.” He offers a hand out for the book.

They place the book into his hands with a big grin. “Thanks, Hero.”

Hero Cookie holds the book close to his chest and dies.

Maybe he was wrong earlier. His life wasn’t becoming a comic; it was becoming fanfiction. It’s that thought that makes him almost glad that at least fanfictions give their pairing happy endings.

He flies home, already opening his phone to call DJ on the way back. If anything, he’ll make sure this story ends well.

#cookie run #djhero #hero cookie #dj cookie

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