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aftgficrec · 1 year ago

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ah I'm so excited you're open!!! thank you for the ridiculous amount of work you all do 🙏ok, this might be too specific but any fics with an alternate take on Andrew and Neil's post-trk reunion? Andrew gets out of easthaven early, Neil leaves the Nest later, AU's, etc.? i think it's a really interesting point in their dynamic, and I'm a sucker for sober Andrew realizing someone was watching his back for once

Feeling a bit like a Bernie Sanders’ meme – ‘I am once again asking myself why I spent so much time on an ask,’ 😅 but it's because this is such an iconic and beloved scene for our fandom. For a super fun ‘live’ first-time reader reaction to this high drama, check out ‘The King’s Men, Chapter 1 – Hello Foxhole, My Old Friend’ by @nickireadstfc here. -A

also see

Andrew's POV of throwing keys off roof here

‘Come and Save Me From It’ here (completed)

‘Learning To Feel (When You've Forgotten How)’ and the fandom meta posts here

‘pipedream’ here

‘reaching for the heights’ here

‘Lost boy’ and ‘[Un]broken’ here

‘I Know You From A Nightmare,’ ‘The Marks We Make,’ and ‘Draw Me Out, Mark Me In’ here

‘Marked’ and ‘Soulmates who can feel each other’s pain’ here

‘Of Stars and Stories’ here

‘What’s normal now?’ here

long previous recs with reunion mention

‘No More Fucks To Give’ here (updated)

‘The Sphynx and the Hare’ here (completed)

‘corvus, vulpes, lupus’ here

‘never fallen (from quite this high)’ here

‘Not a Pipe Dream’ here

‘everything and nothing begins with you’ here

Andrew gets sober, Neil stays at Evermore

‘Oh Raven,’ ‘Jailbird,’ and ‘Take to the Wing’ here

‘Scared to Live (But I'm Scared to Die)’ here

‘Comeback’ here

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in the dream I don't tell anyone (you put your head in my lap) by Fortheloveofexy [Rated T, 1850 Words, Complete, 2022, Locked]

The real Neil would never allow this, would not let himself be this vulnerable. The real Neil can barely stand to be around him. Andrew knows this. But Dream Neil? Dream Neil is a different story.

Will you be there when I come back? by Shamman [Not Rated, 299 Words, Complete, 2017]

Andrew is trapped in Easthaven with an eidetic memory and tries to focus his thoughts on the confusing image of Neil Josten's face. -Because however terrible it may look, Andrew's current circumstances are much less pleasant. Furthermore Bee has been making him sing and play the guitar in a very therapeutic attempt to make him express some sort of actual emotion over the past year.

tw: violent imagery

You Gave Me A Key And Called It Home by glintchi [Rated T, Collection, Complete, 2019]

Chapter 19: Yes, I Admit It, You Were Right [460 Words] Renee was waiting for him in the basement, fingers already taped, hair pulled back into a tuft of a rainbow ponytail.

Foxhole Tidbits by SpangleBangle [Collection Rated T/M, Updated 2018]

Chapter 14: My Friend, O My Friend [M, 953 Words] Prompt for Renee's reaction after Drake/Easthaven and Andrew's return.

tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: canonical character death

Did You Miss Me? by Deathandcommas [Rated G, 555 Words, Complete, 2023, Locked]

Aaron and Andrew have a late night chat after Andrew gets back from Easthaven.

tfw spoons by StrawBerryRains [Rated G, 216 Words, Complete, 2021]

Nicky offers Andrew ice cream when they arrive home from Easthaven.

A Taste of Your Own Medicine by caffeine_withdrawl [Rated M, 66454 Words, Incomplete, Updated March 2023]

Set after the infamous Thanksgiving, but then diverges from canon. Andrew and Bee decide it’s time for Andrew to come off the drugs, but works some magic so that he is allowed to do it in Columbia. Neil is tasked with helping him through it. They decide to do it the same way Andrew helped Aaron sober up, by locking him in a bathroom. Andrew doesn't react well, and switches between rage and panic. Andrew wonders if Neil is real or if he made him up because of the drugs.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: body horror, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced csa, tw: flashbacks, tw: implied/referenced abuse, tw: drug addiction, tw: withdrawal, tw: vomit, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: ptsd, tw: emotional abuse, tw: hallucinations

making it harder to breathe by Azure_Allumiia [Rated T, 1643 Words, Complete, 2021]

Christmas Break with the Foxes, featuring Andrew at Easthaven and Neil in Evermore. Foxes celebrate New Years in NYC with the ball drop.

tw: graphic depictions of violence, tw: rape/noncon, tw: medical abuse, tw: torture, tw: blood

Dead Birds by Noah98 [Rated G, 1601 Words, Complete, 2021, Locked]

Neil just got back from Evermore and Andrew has returned from Easthaven. Riko calls. He wants a rematch and oh boy does he get it.

tw: violence, tw: blood/gore

Art

NB: just a sampling of art for this scene

“Feel Again” original song by @whatbutandreil [Tumblr, 2020]

Picking up Andrew from Easthaven part 1, part 2 comic by @coldcigarettes

andreil keys off the roof scene: animation by @hahanken | comic by @rainbowd00dles | comic by @lunapiq | art by @esklinray

I hate you comic by @thematicallycoherent

I’m not a hallucination art by @clumsyartish

Stick around long enough to figure it out for yourself. edit by @m1nyards

You are a pipe dream art by @viennemort

“you spend all this time watching our backs” edit by @matthcwboyd

not a hallucination a pipe dream art by @kryptidfox

“you were supposed to be a side effect of the drugs.” art by @planetmontressor

"Go inside and leave me alone." art by @dimsunstuff

“No, you’re a pipe dream.” art by @starkingdraws

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ejzah · 9 months ago

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Truth or Dare

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“Truth or Dare?” Deeks asked, looking out the passenger window as he spoke. With an overnight surveillance shift, they’d exhausted most other forms of entertainment and resorted to middle school party games.

“Dare,” Kensi said immediately, just as she had the last three times after Deeks asked her to share her most embarrassing moment on a date.

“Ok. I dare you to clean out the middle compartment out. It’s filthy.”

“That’s a terrible dare,” Kensi scoffed.

“Yeah, well, I’m limited by our current circumstances,” Deeks answered, flashing Kensi a smirk. “And I figured we’re sticking with G-rated dares still.”

“Yes.” She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll clean it tomorrow. Your turn. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” He’d alternated between each answer, and in the process Kensi had learned that he once helped Ray write a final paper so he wouldn’t flunk.

She mulled over possible questions, wondering if it would be wrong to take advantage of the light-hearted activity to pose a serious and far more personal one. After a few more seconds, she shifted to face Deeks. He still was focused on the window.

“You’ve told me that you’ve never lived more than two miles from where you grew up, said your dad told you he hated you one Thanksgiving, and that you shot him when you were eleven. Which directly conflicts with your Thanksgiving story. So, which one is true?” she asked, watching as Deeks stilled completely.

“Wow, that’s quite a shift from petty shoplifting,” he drawled, turning to look at her. Kensi lifted her chin, not backing down just yet. She supposed he could always refuse to answer, but she hoped he wouldn’t.

“Well?”

“The two miles bit was a way to connect with a kid who we needed to help us. The rest…” he sighed and dragged his hands through his hair. “You’re right, I did not see my dad any Thanksgiving in the last 20 years, because he’s been in jail. He did tell me that he hated me, but I was 9.” He flicked an uncertain look at her, and Kensi tried not to let her expression change. “The rest is all true.”

“You never said exactly what happened,” she prompted before she could stop herself.

Deeks turned to face the window again.

“My dad was beating my mom like he always did. Then he grabbed a gun. Threaten to kill both of us,” Deeks said in an oddly wooden voice. “I think he was shocked I actually shot him. I think you can fill in the rest of the details.”

The car was absolutely silent in the wake of his response, and Kensi felt suddenly chilled and a little sick even though she’d instigated the whole conversation.

“I’m sorry,” she started to say, but Deeks just shook his head.

“It’s ok. It was a long time ago. Time heals right?”

Kensi didn’t respond, just stared at the back of his head, a darkened silhouette. Some things no amount of time could heal, she thought.

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A/N: I figure Deeks told Kensi the full story once they got together.

#ncis la fanfiction #marty deeks #kensi blye #pre densi #angst #Deeks backstory #ejzah fanfiction

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jellybeanium124 · 2 months ago

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thank you for tagging me, @chocolatepot!

Rules: go to your AO3 account and find the following:

What ratings do you write most of your fics under? T - 47 G - 38 M - 26 E - 6

What are your top three fandoms? Our Flag Means Death (TV) - 86 The Umbrella Academy (TV) -26 Flight of the Conchords (All Media Types) -2

What is the top character you write about? Ed - 84 Stede - 77 Izzy - 24 Diego - 19 Viktor - 19

What are the top three additional tags? Alternate Universe - Modern Setting - 34 Weight Gain - 33 Fluff - 31

Does any of this surprise you? I'm surprised that diego and viktor both beat out klaus, who's only in 16 of my fics. in fact, allison beats him too at 18, and he's tied with luther. poor ben and five, getting neglected by me 😅. I'm also surprised that ed's in so many more than stede. I wrote 7 fics that include ed but not gentlebeard??? when?? I remember writing one edizzy fic... oh ok I looked it up yeah that checks out I wrote 8 fics that have ed but not stede. I've got 1 stizzy fic that's got no ed. the ratings doesn't surprise me at all. neither do the fandoms or top 3 tags. like haha yeah I do like fluffy wg why are you asking 😳

tagging: @in-a-slanted-outhouse @piratecaptainscaptainpirates @bisexualtedlasso and anyone else who wants!

#nina rambles #tag game

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briliantlymad · 2 years ago

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KinnPorsche Fic Rec List Part 1/??

LETS GO IM DOING IT IM DOING IT EHEHEHEHEH

Starting off with some that i love, completed, or work in progresses or just freshly posted. some are filthy some are not. And ALL that deserve more love

Pouring Down Crimson Fire by Lilla_Torg

This is a good one guys. Rated M. Right off the bat it hit all the good spots for me when I read fics. Alternate Universe. Magic. Porsche being an absolute BAMF. And it has that distinct Dark! Kinn flavour that I really really love. Obbsessed kinn for the win. get yourself a porsche baby. “You’re mine. Say it.” “I’m yours,”

2. mirror, mirror by @wiccawrites

Rated E. YOU KNOW I LOVE THE SEXY TIMES. This one is so well written. the scene setting, the lead up to the climax (wink wink) was awesome. It builds up well. definitely one of the best explicit fics written for Kinnporsche being kinky bastards. Mirror sex written well. Orgasm denial my love

"what if I didn’t feel like telling you what I want?”

“Then I won't know what to do."

3. The power in the taking by @iffervescent

Ah this fic was one of the first few posted for the fandom. and if you haven't read it you've gotta go read it now. It's got the characterisations down to the T. Absolutely love Kinn Porsche who dont talk to each other. also love how shameless kinn is in this like yeah i get that. Rated E and has one of the best written sex scenes ngl

“Pliant…and obedient.” Kinn says.

“Fuck you.”

4. Alone Together by bewarethetraclepuppies

NOW LISTEN TO ME. I usually don't deviate much from the usual Kinn x Porsche pairing. but this one. ITS SO GOOD. Its Kinn x Porsche x Big. From Big's POV, there is ANGST and there is hurt and there most definitely is | comfort | This bad boy is 20016 words and i will let you know i was hanging onto every word. It just finished updating like. yesterday. SO GO READ IT. getting together in the forest is so onbrand for them.

Porsche rolls his eyes at him and stands up. “I’d slap you upside the head but you’re already hurt. I’m gonna set this snare, okay? There’s this fucking mouse that’s been bothering you at night and I’m gonna fuck it up.”

“I can see you,” Big whispers.

Kinn smiles. “I see you, too.”

5. Silvered Perceptions by @nuwildcat

Now this one. I've been waiting for it since @nuwildcat posted a little snippet for it. AND WOW. I'm a slut for A/B/O universe but i go crazier when its for KinnPorsche. BAMF competent porsche does things to me. Rated E, 3 chapters so far and i've gone crazy over all of them. The characterisation is amazing. the whole thing is well written. and mama theerapanyakul has a lot more influence on this fic's Kinn and that's just delicious.

“Till next time, Porsche.” And with that he’s gone, leaving Porsche behind with slightly shaky knees.

6. Starry eyes sparking up my darkest night by cherry_apples22

Ok so. Alternate universes are usually tricky to read, cus sometimes they don't hit right. but this one does. Its Alternate Universe- Fantasy. Dark Kinn and Dark Porsche. with just the right deliciousness. it is also written really well and makes it so easy to just. visualise the scenes and really get into the overall tone of this oneshot. a lovely little fuck you to korn in there too.

“Don’t let that pretty little head get any delicious ideas��” “…Ideas about how many men and women would kill to have you look at them with those eyes and have that beautiful mouth all over their skin.”

7. Squeeze a little, tease a little more by @mirrorofprinces

Jae never misses. this oneshot is absolutely delicious, brat porsche is so dear to me. Kinn and Porsche are horny bastards and jae gets it right i love that for me. Written really well, the scene is absolutely fap worthy. And that's saying smth.

"Porsche knows he’s tucked up well under the desk, theoretically completely hidden, but..."

8. darling, you ain't seen nothin' yet by Kai Fennimore

Chaotic competent Porsche lovers riseeeeee. BAMF porsche is a delight to read. Rated G. and it's got one more chapter to go. It's slightly unserious but i love it for that. Porsche collects all the nongs.

"Something feels wrong. Porsche felt it the second the meeting with the Italians ended, the sudden shift in the air, the heavy tension."

9. Ill-fitting and tattred by Vicyvn

Post-canon Mafia head Porsche and how he absolutely rocks a dress. So sexy T _ T you won't believe it but my ears went red reading this fic. Kinn Porsche and how i love that the author shares my love for breeding kink because HELL YEA. "Words on the note are written as ‘Kinn’s spouse’, but Porsche understands they’re read as 'Kinn’s whore'."

10. How do you like it, daddy by @baby-droll

This is a series. And its absolutely amazing. The whole premise is delicous and each of the four fics is amazing. KinnPorsche A/B/O verse. it's toxic and that just makes it all the more flavoursome. Dark Kinn who's out here doing the most to Porsche. Just a list of explicit tags that are my favourite. Porsche gets himself a mate.

"It's one of the better cages he's danced in"

And thats 10. I have more. a lot more. But i only re-read these today.

The rest of my free time was spent reading Orientalism by Edward Said. and studying for my IR and HR classes tomorrow. T _ T

#kinnporche the series #kinnporsche #Kp fic rec #Kinnporsche fic rec #ao3 #kinn x porsche #kinn theerapanyakul #porsche kittisawat #moonbeam thoughts

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xihe1874 · 2 years ago

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The first chapter of my IceMav "You've Got Mail" AU promised to you!

Tell me what you think! Like it? No? I want to hear everything!

Since I will be back to work tomorrow, I expect my updates to slow down a bit. But I will post as soon as I can.

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Pairing: Iceman/Maverick, Carole/Goose

Rating: T

Word Count: 1680

Completed: No

Additional Tags: Fluff, Angst with a Happy Ending, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Competition, Texting, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Love Confessions, Mutual Pining, Alternate Universe - You've Got Mail Fusion, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Interior Designer Maverick, Interior Designer Iceman, Chatting & Messaging, Anonymity, Idiots in Love

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“Wallpaper?”

“Ready, Mav. Exactly the kind of pinkish blue-green you asked for, though I believe Ellen from the purchasing department is going to kill us.”

“She won’t, we are her bosses. Curtains?”

Pete Mitchell, endearingly called by his close friends (or friend, honestly, who is walking beside him right now) as “Maverick”, takes the cup of iced black coffee from Nick Bradshow, or “Goose”, co-founder of M+G Design Ltd.

“Done. But do you really think brocade will go with the style? Most people will choose linen if you ask me.”

Pete walks into the elevator and holds the door for Nick. “Well, what can I say?” He pulls down the aviator and winks at the moustached blonde, who rolls his eyes. “I am not most people. Most people can't start the number one interior design company in the state from scratch, either.”

“I admire your confidence, Mav, I always do, but…” The lift dings, and they strides towards their office, greeting employees on the way. “But someone may have something to say about the number one thing. Some Kazansky guy, to be specific.”

Pete dumps the tons of folders he is holding on his desk, randomly opens one and takes some glances, before drops it on top of the pile to his left. “I don’t know how many times I have told you, Goose, but trust me, that pompous dumbass can’t even hold a candle to us.”

“I don’t know, Mav…” Nick sits down and strokes his chin. His serious and deep-in-thought face triggers a string of uncontrollable giggles from Mav, and the brunette receives a smack with a scroll on the head. “That guy is good. Perfect grades, top-notch university, turned down several excellent PhD offers, ace at the Minimalist and Scandinavian… and so many famous projects. Remember the Jester’s house? Yeah, yeah,” Nick waves at Pete, “I know you can do that too.”

“All right, I admit he is not bad, OK? He knows his stuff, unlike all the others. BUT.” Pete slaps the table to emphasise the word. “He lacks creativity. It’s 2022 now, who still needs a one hundred percent by-the-book boring dork to design their homes?”

“Hmm, Beau Simpson? You know, that famous movie star who speaks of Kazansky like he has a huge crush on his interior designer.” Nick glances at his phone and puts it away. “We have a meeting at ten with the suppliers. ”

“Meeting with the suppliers.” Pete repeats. “Always the worst. And, Simpson probably does. That guy is not horrible to look at. What?” He flips Nick off at his suggestive smirk. “Just being objective. Relax, Goose, Kazansky Concept is no match for our ‘innovative boldness and pioneering unorthodoxy’, as I quote Penny from Design Review.”

“Annnd we both know why she said that.” Goose shrugs. “Mav, I just… The Viper project is no joke, OK? He is the most respected art critic in this country, and getting this assignment is gonna mean a hell lot for our company. For us. I just don't want to let Carole and Bradley down.”

Pete softens. He rises and goes to his best friend, offering him a half-hug. “We won't. I promise.”

They have been working almost two months on the proposal for Mike Metcalf's new villa, or as they refer to it, the Viper project. That old man is notorious for being extremely picky at the layout of his houses, and, unfortunately, he has profound influence in the industry. So all staff at M+G have been keeping their noses to the grindstone as the deadline of submitting the final pitch approaches.

Rumors have that Kazansky Concept also eyes the project hungrily. Tom Kazansky, founder and CEO of that company, recently expressed his absolute self-assurance about getting the contract. “We have every confidence that Mr. Metcalf will choose Kazansky Concept for our scrupulous attention to detail and cautious professionalism.” The blonde flashed his perfect teeth at the camera (Did he bleach and spike his hair? Looks ridiculous.) “We are not some amateurs who casually and carelessly experiment with clients’ precious properties.”

Pete snorts at that smug face in the Youtube video, titled “Interior Designer WAR? Kazansky implicitly called Mitchell ‘an amateur’! ”.

—-You know what’s worse than meetings with suppliers? This Kazansky idiot.

Another day busy as a bee, and when they walk out of the building, night has drawn in.

Pete waves goodbye to Nick who lives with his wife and child, and walks home by himself. He lives in a luxury flat two blocks away from the company, alone. Now, being single is not uncommon at the age of 32, plus he is happily married to the job. He has flings, sure, but he never finds someone who is worth settling down for. Maybe he just has to keep looking.

When he is about to turn the corner, Pete catches a glimpse of some posters on the wall. In the dim light, he can barely make out the words on it.

“Anonymous chat… safe and private… find your soulmate… make relationships pure and simple again… one heart to another…”

Pete blinks and shakes his head dismissively.

He takes two steps, and then stops.

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Twenty minutes later, Pete is back at his dining room, eating Chinese takeaway. He takes out his phone and stares at the snap. Driven by some unknown forces, he inputs the website in the browser and hits enter.

A mail emoji appears on the screen, followed by a short list of log-in questions.

“The website can use some designing…” Pete murmurs and looks at the quiz. “Choose your call sign? What is it, secret pilot program?” He hesitates for one second, before entering “Maverick”. There is no chance that Goose, a contentedly married man, will use this website, so he is safe.

He answers the remaining questions (“Gender… Male… Aged over 18? Of course…”) then sees a progress bar. When that ends, a message pops up reading “Congrats! You have found your soulmate!”

Pete rolls his eyes.

He is matched by the website with some anonym called… Iceman?

Pete tentatively types.

[Maverick: Hello?]

The response comes immediately.

[Iceman: Hi.]

[Maverick: I thought it would take longer for a… thing named Iceman to reply.]

[Iceman: A thing?]

[Maverick: I am still not sure whether or not you are a robot.]

[Iceman: I am the same species as you.]

[Maverick: What if I am a robot?]

The response slows down a bit. Pete can’t tell if the thing is amused or worried.

[Iceman: Sounds suitable for a thing named Maverick.]

Pete smiles.

[Maverick: Why are you calling yourself Iceman? You like being cold?]

[Iceman: I actually hate coldness. But that’s what my friends call me.]

[Maverick: You must be very calm then.]

[Iceman: You can say that.]

[Maverick: Calm people are the worst.]

[Iceman: Why?]

A certain blonde comes to Pete’s mind. He throws away the empty beer can and types.

[Maverick: They are often fakers. Upright on the surface but full of evil shit on the inside.

I bet you are one of those people.]

[Iceman: Such a charmer.]

Pete huffs a laugh. Is this Iceman thing flirting with him?

[Maverick: I am competing with one of such bastards irl rn.

It's the worst situation, if you believe me.]

[Iceman: Actually, I do, although mine is exactly the opposite as I am fighting the most reckless and impulsive dummy on this planet.

Blowing their own trumpet all the time.]

[Maverick: Is that why you are using this website? To let the stream out a bit?]

[Iceman: Yeah. That guy is brainless, but they are good at their job, if I am being completely honest.

I have to work extremely hard.]

[Maverick: What a coincidence, huh? We are both stuck with some idiots.]

Pete washes and dries his face, casting sidelong glances at his phone the whole time. When no reply is coming, he grabs the device.

[Maverick: I am so fucking tired because of the current task.]

[Iceman: Me too. Everyone has such high expectations, so I have to put in extra effort and pretend to be relaxed.

Sometimes being too outstanding is hard.]

Pete sinks himself into the king-size bed.

[Maverick: I am stunned by your humbleness.]

[Iceman: I only speak the truth.]

[Maverick: So, tell me, Iceman, what do you do irl?]

[Iceman: I create dreams.]

[Maverick: Now we are entering mythology. Should you change your call sign to Jesus?]

[Iceman: What about you? Your job?]

[Maverick: I create better dreams.]

There is no response for a long time. Pete turns and tosses and decides he is not going to fall asleep in a while.

[Maverick: Where are you?]

[Iceman: Missing me already, Maverick?]

Pete doesn’t want to acknowledge the funny somersaults his heart is doing. Really, this is so stupid, he is not feeling things just because some anonymous person he just met online is teasing him. He is not a teenager, come on.

[Maverick: In the dreams you create, maybe, Iceman.]

[Iceman: I was just getting ready for bed.]

Huh. So they seem to be in similar time zones.

[Maverick: Is it OK if I ask where you come from?

Doesn’t matter, I ask that already.]

[Iceman: My origins are kinda complicated, But now I work in California.]

[Maverick: OMG. ME TOO.]

[Iceman: What a coincidence.]

[Maverick: Do you think we will ever meet irl?]

Long silence.

[Iceman: I hope not.]

[Maverick: ... Why?]

[Iceman: My elegance will take your breath away.]

Pete giggles.

[Maverick: Should I learn to get used to your humbleness?]

[Iceman: You probably should.

Good night, Maverick. Good luck fighting your calm fool.]

[Maverick: And good luck defeating your careless idiot, Iceman.]

Pete bites his lower lip and sends the last message.

[Maverick: Will I see you again?

I mean online, of course.]

[Iceman: You can count on it. Night.]

Before he puts the phone away on the bedside table, he receives an email from Mike's secretary, inviting him to a party for shortlisted designers. Pete scrolls down and groans when he sees the guest list.

Kazansky is invited too.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

#icemav #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #top gun #top gun 1986 #icemav fanfiction #top gun fanfiction #nick goose bradshaw #then I open my eyes and see you

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camaro-and-smokes · 2 years ago

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Chapter 4: Let's do it (Let's Fall in Love)

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Chrissy Cunningham Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Billy Hargrove Lives, Billy Hargrove Redemption, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington, POV Steve Harrington, POV Billy Hargrove, First Meetings, Dreamsharing, Fluff, Billy Hargrove Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Billy Hargrove, Dreams and Nightmares, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Mild Language, Harringrove, Protective Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove and Eddie Munson are friends, everyone is grown up, innuendos, Steve Harrington is not so innocent... LEMONS, lingerie

Links to other chapters in Chapter one >>

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Summary: Want to come over?

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Steve pulled over in front of Billy’s apartment building. He took Billy's hand in his, and kissed the back of it. "So...You want to come in?" Billy asked. “Yeah, I do,” Steve said, smiling. “You go ahead, I’ll just find a parking spot. Doing the ‘bitch’ thing as you said.” “Ok. Code to the front door is 7259. Fourth floor. I’ll leave my door open.”

Billy took his boots off when he got out of the elevator in his floor. His feet were killing him. He loved high heels, but he never had anticipated the price of having legs look so good until he'd started to walk in heels himself.

After taking off his jacket, he sat on the bar stool by the kitchen island to gather his thoughts.

“Well, fuck,” he sighed and smirked to himself. “And one of those coming up soon, from Mr. Big.”

He typed a message to Chrissy.

"I'm back. Can't talk. Mr. Big came in for the night."

Soon his phone pinged with a reply.

“Tell me - E V E R Y T H I N G - in the morning. Have fun ;)”

He set down the phone, and went to the bathroom. He checked his makeup, put on lipstick - light pink one - and opened his hair. Then he checked himself in the full length mirror to ensure the visible lines of the lingerie he was wearing were in the right places on his jeans. He had hoped that Steve would've seen them before, but then he hadn't been waiting in the restaurant, so, better now than never. When he was done, he walked out and turned off the light after him.

After finding a parking spot in a fairly well lighted area for his other baby, Steve closed the front door of Billy's apartment behind him. Large open kitchen combined with as large living room were on the right, a door to one room facing the front door, and apparently a bathroom on the left. Everything was either black or white, and very sparse, which was surprising. He hadn’t expected that from Billy, who seemed to be a very colourful persona. Though on the other hand, he was a writer. Creative personalities liked to have clear surroundings to help them be creative inside their heads. He’d learned that when he’d had...uh...a thing with one of the firm’s graphic designers. “Billy?”

Billy came out from the room facing the door and smiled, opening the hall closet with empty hangers. “Wanna hook your jacket?.” Steve took his jacket off and hung it in the closet. “I didn’t expect this minimalistic style from you.” “Well, I like to keep things simple. Also it’s easier to clean, because I hate doing that. Welcome to my humble home,” he said smiling and biting his lip, and beckoned to the living room. “Wanna have a drink?"

Steve walked into the living room that had two large white couches, a coffee table between them, and a massive black bookshelf the size of the whole back wall, floor to ceiling, full with books. He looked back at Billy. “Should you have any alcohol in your home?” “I can always get some for someone who drinks it. It doesn’t mean I have to. To be honest, I don’t even like the taste of it anymore. Though I might have a glass of wine once in a while on special occasions, like today. Smokes then again...” he shook his head, ”I’ve been eating nicotine gum for over a decade because I just can't handle life without it.” “Any whiskey you have is fine,” Steve smiled, and walked to the bookshelf. “You read a lot, I assume?” he said, browsing the shelves. “Yeah,” Billy said as he poured the drink. “Though I nowadays listen to a lot of audiobooks. If you think that shelf is full of books, you should see my library in Audible.” When he was done, he walked to Steve and gave him the glass. “You have a lot of classics here,” Steve said. “I see that also a lot of source material for your own writing as well,” he continued mischievously. Billy searched the shelves for a while, then took a book out, and gave it to him. “My personal favourite, ‘Dangerous Liaisons’. Endless source of inspiration.” “Hmm,” Steve said, taking the book from Billy's hand and reading the text from the back. Then he looked back at Billy, raising an eyebrow. “So, games are your thing?” "In my books, yes, but in person I prefer no games at all." Steve gave the book back, and Billy put it in its place on the shelf. "Just so that you know, I prefer no games too," Steve said, and took Billy's hand in his. "I'm tired of them." "Me too." Steve let go of the hand, and brushed Billy's cheek with the back of his fingers. "You put lipstick on. I like it. And I love your hair open like that." He put the glass on the shelf, and put his hand behind Billy's neck, and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss was gentle, an introduction, and a question all in one.

Billy returned it, melting into it, tasting the alcohol on Steve’s lips. Steve ran his other hand on Billy's back as they kissed, and felt something there he didn't expect. He pulled back and smiled. "Can we sit down?"

Steve sat on the couch, and Billy straddled on his lap. They kissed slowly and sweetly, tongues slowly lapping against each other, searching, taking their time. While kissing, Steve ran his hands over Billy's back again, trying to figure out if what he'd felt was real. It seemed to be. He moved his hands lower, to Billy's buttocks. There, to his surprise, he found more things he didn't expect to be there as he grabbed the cheeks and squeezed gently.

He felt himself getting hard on the spot.

"You're wearing lingerie," Steve whispered into Billy's mouth. "Do you like it?" Billy asked, feeling Steve's hardness against his ass. "I like it very much. Very. Much. Can I see?" Billy pulled his shirt off, revealing a silky, blood red bra, tailored for men. Steve was speechless for a moment, just looking at Billy's well-toned pecs that were beautifully highlighted by the exquisite garment. He looked up at Billy's eyes, and was met with a wide smile, the one that reached Billy's eyes, and created thin crows feet in the corners of his eyes. "You like it?" Billy asked. "It's beautiful. You're beautiful," Steve replied quietly. He kissed Billy again, then moved down to kiss his neck, and his chest. "The bra is sexy on you.” Billy hummed, and drew a deep breath. Steve licked and sucked Billy's hard nipples through the silk of the bra, brushing the other one with his fingers while working on the other one with his mouth. Billy took deep breaths, feeling Steve getting even harder under him, which in turn made him harder too. "There's more," he said licking his lower lip. "Do you want to see it?" Steve smirked, and nodded. "I want to see everything." “Go into the bedroom. I'll come there soon.”

Steve went to the bedroom, and took off his own clothes while waiting for Billy who'd gone to the bathroom. He sat on the bed, and saw the important things ready and waiting on the night stand: condoms and lube. He smiled to himself. Both of them had the same ideas for this night, too.

Billy cleared his throat to get Steve's attention.

Steve’s looked at the door, and his eyes widened, and he could feel his jaw slacking as his mouth hung open.

Billy was standing in the doorway twisting his fingers, and biting his lip nervously. In addition to the bra, he was wearing actual panties, and garters holding up his see-through over-the-knee socks - all blood red, all silk, made for men - and black pumps with thin at least three inch spike heels.

Steve tried to process the view in front of him, and the only word that came to his mind was... “Beautiful,” he sighed, and just stared at Billy. A smile spread back on his face slowly as he grasped what he was being offered. “Beautiful. Stunning.” The words made Billy smile, and look down bashfully. He glanced back up. “You're the first who's ever...you know, seen me like this.” Steve was shaking his head, smiling. He let out a breath. “I'm...I'm flattered.” He sat on the side of the bed and opened his arms. “Come here, gorgeous.” Billy walked to Steve, and Steve took the view in as he'd never seen anything so beautiful in his life. In all honesty, he truly hadn't. He took in the pumps, that Billy knew how to walk in, and when he stood in front of Steve, knew how to hold his balance in. His feet looked beautiful in them, and Steve felt a warm tingle in his groin from seeing them. He took in the red silk of the garments on Billy's skin, caressing his figure in the most intricate ways. He looked Billy in the eyes, and reached to Billy, and pulled him to stand between his legs. He marveled the a growing bulge in Billy’s panties right in front of him, and glanced up at Billy, smirking. He ran his hands from the backs of Billy's thighs, under the garters, up to his buttocks and squeezed them, making Billy buck his groin towards him. He hugged Billy, and buried his face onto the silk of the panties, next to Billy’s cock, feeling it twitch against his cheek.

"I still can't believe that you're real," Steve sighed. "Those heels, this lingerie, just, YOU. With me, like this..." Suddenly, from being turned on with all this perfection, he felt his body failing him, and he couldn't hold back his orgasm anymore. “Oh god no,” he managed to say before he grunted as he came. Billy looked down, surprised, and couldn’t hold back laughter. He put his hand on his mouth, and tried so, so hard to reel it in, but as Steve leaned his head on his panties and shook it just a tiny bit in shame, Billy had to let it out. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't laugh!” “M-hmm,” Steve mumbled. Even though he felt so ashamed, and usually the other party laughing at him in bed wasn't what he'd tolerate, he loved to hear Billy laugh even if it was for his sad performance. The laughter wasn’t mean, so he didn’t feel as bad as he could’ve for such a teen move. Billy stroked Steve’s hair and back gently. “I laughed because Mr. Big Executive, Mr. Vice President, Mr. Founding Member, Mr. Whatever, sees me in lingerie, and high heels, and comes on the spot. I mean...I didn’t know I had such an effect on you. I’m flattered,” he said gently. “I want more,” came Steve's muffled voice from Billy’s groin, his face still buried on the silk of the panties. “I just need a minute.” "Let me get some tissues," Billy said, kissed Steve's head, and walked out of the room.

"What a pathetic fucker. Coming before his time like a teenager," Steve scolded himself quietly as he looked for the damage he had caused. To his relief the cum had mostly gotten caught on his own abdomen and thigh, but a small wet blotch was on the shiny bed sheet next to his thigh.

Billy came back, and gave the tissue box to Steve. A man didn't need any extra attention underlining that he'd come unintentionally and too soon, so now Billy waited quietly, definitely not smiling or laughing, until Steve had cleaned his mess.

Finally, when Steve was done, still a little embarrassed, he looked at Billy, who was sitting on the bed next to him. "Everything else was accounted for on me but a small patch. I'll get you new sheets for it." Billy smiled. "It's ok,” he said with a gentle tone. “Wanna try again? With better luck?” Steve smiled back, and patted his leg. "Come here, on my lap."

Billy straddled onto Steve's lap, took his chin to his hands, and kissed him, slowly. Steve’s hands found the garters again on Billy’s ass. “I really like these,” he whispered into Billy’s mouth. He pulled back and grinned. “You unashamedly wore these under those tight ass jeans in public, knowing they’d show to anyone who took a proper look, and made anyone who dared to do that hot and bothered. I like that attitude,” he hissed. “So you like me being naughty?” Billy asked smirking, as he felt Steve getting hard under him. “Yeah, I do. And I like the panties too,” Steve replied, running his finger on the hem from Billy's hip down between his buttocks. “I won't let you take them off, I want to fuck you while you wear them. I want you to come into them as my cock rubs against your P-spot.” “I'd let you do that,” Billy gasped. They kissed, and after a while Steve turned them around on the bed, pinning Billy under him on the mattress. He looked at Billy, who smiled at him the widest, gorgeous smile. Steve shook his head. "You're real. And you're beautiful. I've been waiting for this so long. To fuck with you." "Well, here you are, on top of me, in my bed, pretty real. Wanna get into it then? " Billy whispered. "So impatient!" Steve laughed, making Billy laugh too. "I haven't gotten laid in a while, and when I finally do, it's You. Sorry for me being a little impatient." "So you want me to fuck you?" Steve whispered gently. "Yes, please."

Steve got up, took a condom, and put it on with some lube. "How do you want me?" Billy asked. "Behind. Behind is good for what I have in mind." Billy raised himself on all fours on the bed. "What do you have in mind?" “I think I'm going to fuck you just a little,” Steve whispered as he set himself to Billy's entrance. “Just a little?” Billy asked. “Is there such thing?” “Let me show you,” Steve said, and slowly pushed himself inside Billy, searching for the nub of Billy's prostate with his sensitive tip. When he found it, Billy opened his eyes and gasped. “Oh!” “Yeah, there it is. Just a small fuck.” Billy saw stars in his vision. Steve indeed fucked him 'just a little'. Thrusting just enough inside him to push against his prostate, back and forth straight on it.

After a while taking in the pleasure Steve was inflicting, Billy felt the familiar tingle in his groin telling that his cum would soon start flowing. “If you want to, oh, fuck me properly, ah, now would be a prime time to get at, oh, to get at it before I come. Otherwise you have to take a number and wait,” he let out between thrusts. Steve didn't waste any time. He pushed himself gently fully inside, and fucked Billy with slow, intentional thrusts until Billy came, after which he finished himself with faster, harder thrusts before Billy would become so sensitive that he'd have to pull out.

When the orgasms had settled they were spooning on the bed on the brink of falling asleep, Billy the smaller one. "I have to warn you," he said quietly. "About what?" Steve said sleepily. "This Cinderella turns into a pumpkin by morning." "Oh?" "I have to shave twice a day to keep the shadow away." "Ah. Have you ever thought of having it removed by laser?" "I have." Steve was quiet for a while. "I want to know something. This doesn't mean anything, ok? I’m just curious." "Ok." "What about modifying other parts?" "As in...what I have down there?" "Yes." "I very much like what I have down there." "So do I." "Good." Steve hugged Billy a bit tighter. "But if you want that hair laser removal, which is absolutely and totally up to you...let me know. I want you to have everything you want." Billy turned his head to glance at Steve.”Wow. First date and I already get whatever I want. That sounds ...serious. Are we serious?” “I'm pretty serious about you.” “You don't even know me.” “I know you enough.” Billy was silent for a while. “You're taking quite a leap of faith, aren't you?” “I know you can't be so bad for making me feel like you did in the dream. The way you're slowly making me feel like in the real world.”

Billy hugged Steve's arm that was tightly holding him against his chest. Maybe Steve wasn't what he'd been looking for just in the dream world but also in the real one.

#harringrove #harringrove fanfiction #billy hargrove #steve harrington #lemons #billy hargrove redemption #billy x steve #steve x billy #dream a little dream of me #suometar writes

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gardenergulfie · 3 years ago

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Babysitting a Demigod Chapter 4

Rating: G

Word Count: 10495

Chapters: 4/4

Relationships: Fluctra & drewtunes, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, drewtunes & Taffietv, drewtunes & Erin | ItsElectra, Erin | ItsElectra/Taffietv, its very minor but we are sticking with canon so its there, drewtunes & Colorsisabel, Erin | ItsElectra & Colorsisabel, Emiok & drewtunes

Characters: drewtunes, Fluctra, Other Character Tags to Be Added, TaffieTV, Erin | ItsElectra, Colorsisabel, Emiok Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Fluff, No Plot/Plotless, Not RPF, Humor, POV Multiple, Alternate Universe - Balls SMP Setting

“Fine. I’ll watch Drew.” Emi floated down till she was eye level with Erin. “Just give me the kid and go have your Girls’ Day or whatever it is you have planned.” Erin visibly relaxed, giving Emi a grateful smile. “Thanks, Emi. I appreciate this.” They said as they walked into another room, presumably Drew’s.

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Emi knows firsthand how tough it is being God. No-one thinks being God would be anything but fun and games but Emi knows firsthand that it's not that simple. Like, Emi gets power and worship and all that jazz but people keep asking her for stuff all the time! Like, every second of every day someone, somewhere would decide to bother her in order to get something; normally some powerful item or a teleport or the resurrection of a loved one. It didn’t help that she couldn’t just not hear the mortals’ prayers, because the universe decided that they get inserted directly into Emi’s head. Fun. However, Emi was nothing if not good at ignoring people, even if they made it difficult. Thankfully, they usually gave up after some time of being ignored. But there are some mortals who Emi finds interesting enough to humor their requests.

Take Erin for example. An interesting mortal, caught up in strife and conflict wherever they go. An assassin unable to fully dampen their emotions, a leader unable to fully trust their crew. It was all so interesting. So, Emi watched and humored them. It always ended up being fun for her in the end.

Today was shaping up to be one of those fun days. Emi had just gotten a request from Erin to meet them in the Sanctuary. With a snap of her fingers, Emi was floating in front of Erin.

“Wow, you do not look so great.” Emi said as soon as she saw Erin. It was true. Erin looked exhausted. Wow, they had really gone downhill since the last time Emi checked up on them. Is this what parenthood does to a mortal? Right now, Emi was very glad she didn’t have any kids.

“You think?” Erin hissed before massaging their forehead. “Sorry, it’s been a long week. I need something from you.”

“You gotta tell me what you need first. Different items cost different prices.” Emi leaned back in the air as she crossed her legs and got comfortable.

“I don’t need an item. I need you to watch Drew.” Erin states.

Wait, what? Watch Drew? The kid?

“Hold up. I’m not a babysitter, I’m God! I don’t do things like that.” Emi holds her hands in front of her. “You have mortals who can do that stuff for you, right?”

Erin shakes their head. “Everyone is either busy or untrustworthy and I am not handing Drew off to a stranger. I have enough enemies in the world, I am not giving them any ammunition against me.” They said bitterly. Ok, angsty much? Sheesh, mortals.

“Too bad. Not my problem.” Emi narrowed her eyes. Erin took a deep breath, preparing to say something they really didn’t want to say.

“I swear, Emi, he’s your kid too! You gave him to me, you can watch him for one day! I have been a single parent for so long and maybe I just want the father of my kid to be helpful for once.” Erin exclaimed in a bitter tone. Oh yeah, Drew was also Emi’s kid. Funny how that one fact came back to bite Emi right in the but. Also, yelling at God to her face was new for Erin. Normally they just cussed under their breath if they were really annoyed at Emi. This was interesting. Emi really did not want to be a babysitter, but she also didn’t want Erin to be upset with her. They were her favorite mortal!

“Fine. I’ll watch Drew.” Emi floated down till she was eye level with Erin. “Just give me the kid and go have your Girls’ Day or whatever it is you have planned.”

Erin visibly relaxed, giving Emi a grateful smile. “Thanks, Emi. I appreciate this.” They said as they walked into another room, presumably Drew’s.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Emi muttered under her breath. She could be a father to the kid for one day. Kids were just smaller mortals and she dealt with those every day. Easy peasy.

Erin walked back in the room with Drew in her arms and Emi immediately regretted everything. Oh, God, baby mortals were terrifying. Stubby limbs, drooling mouth, and beady eyes that probably looked very similar to Emi’s own blank eyes. She now understood clearly why mortals yelped the first time they saw her. What was even going on inside that oversized head? This shit was scary!

Erin deposited the child into Emi’s arms and Emi cringed back, holding him as far away from her as possible.

Emi did not want to spend any amount of time with this gremlin. “Uh, Erin, I change my min-“

“Nope! You agreed and you are not going back on your word now. Watch Drew for one evening. It won’t be that hard.” Erin interrupted with the tone of a stern leader and single mother who had seen too much bullshit in their life. Before Emi could start talking again, maybe call upon an old favor to get out of this deal, Erin opened her wings and was gone out the skylight in a flash of feathers, leaving Emi alone with Drew.

Fuck this. Erin was gone. She could totally ditch this child and do other things. She didn’t have to listen to mortals, She was God! She had better things to do, like mess with those mortals who kept asking her for netherite. Netherite was so last update, didn’t they know that there were new ores to upgrade tools with?

Letting Drew fall out of her arms, Emi called upon her powers and teleported all the way to SpawnTown. Ah yes, freedom. Erin doesn’t need to know about this. As long as Emi gets back to Drew before Erin gets back, she’s free to do whatever she wants. Probably cause some destruction and desolation, honestly.

As Emi flicked through her options to see what would be the most fun to torment mortals with, a soft popping noise and a weight in her arms distracted her. Drew had apparently teleported straight into her grasp and looked at her with his unreadable baby face.

“Pop, pop!” He said happily, giving her a hug around her arm, but Emi was more focused on the very obvious use of godly magic he’d just used. It was quite powerful for a 2 year old godling. Teleporting was interesting, but what other magics did this baby have?

“Hey Drew. Random question, but can you do this?” Emi asked as she shifted Drew so that she could use her free hand to summon some sticks of TNT. Drew nodded and clapped his hands together, summoning the same amount of TNT into his arms.

Ok, maybe babysitting this kid wouldn’t be so bad after all. She could use this.

“How do you feel about destruction?” Emi asked her child. Drew’s cheerful babble was an answer enough for her. Wow, he really was her kid.

”Well then, let’s go do some destruction!”

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Erin breathed in the salty air of the sea. Fuck yeah, this was more like it. The air currents were super nice at this time of day and there was nothing stopping Erin from just flying circles through the sky. She didn’t have to worry about keeping an eye on Drew or watching over her shoulder for enemies. Today was her day. Every parent needs some me-time once in a while. She got to bake with Isa, go shopping in Balls City, and now fly freely over the coast. She’d missed just being able to flap her wings and soar. Erin couldn’t believe that there was a time when she didn’t have them. They felt so ingrained in her identity.

Erin caught an updraft and let herself be carried up into the clouds. God, the view from here was fucking insane! You could see everything! Even though Erin was enjoying her alone time, she also wished Drew could see this. Hopefully soon she could start teaching him how to fly. She already had a spot picked out.

As Erin barreled through a thick cloud, she spotted some familiar shapes flying towards her— some of the blackbirds that spent time around her. They’d just started following her one day and never left. Noisy fucks who were a bit cursed most of the time but she loved them. They also had good ideas sometimes, which was a good reason to keep them around. They normally only really showed up when there were interesting things happening in the world and Erin’s day off wasn’t particularly interesting. Erin steeled herself to hear some awful news as she slowed her flight and leveled off.

“ERIN!” The first of the small flock yelled right into Erin’s ear as soon they got close. “CHAOS IN SPAWNTOWN. SONBOY DREW AND GOD TEAMUP ARC.”

“Emi and Drew are committing many crimes in Spawntown. What should we do?” The second one cried as they landed on Erin’s head.

“Fun chaos time hehehe! Come on, Streamer, let’s go watch!” cackled the third as they did flips in the air currents.

Erin processed all this information. Emi and Drew in Spawntown causing destruction. She honestly should have expected this when she left the two alone together. Of course those two would instigate each other.

Erin cursed under her breath as she retrieved her portable teleporter. Teleporting while flying was always weird but she did not have time to land if what the chattering birds were saying was true. She held the crystal to her chest, selecting Spawn as her teleport location. In a flash of light her and the birds were sucked through space and thrown out right in the center of spawn city.

The blackbirds did not lie, this was chaos. As Erin righted herself, she surveyed the land. Buildings on fire, but not burning down, explosions going off and knocking people around, half a dozen people floating in the sky. Yeah, this had the signs of a godly prank written all over it. Erin scanned the area, looking for signs of Emi or Drew. The only people she saw were those screaming, running or hiding in terror. Gritting her teeth, Erin stuck out a hand and stopped one of the people fleeing in panic. Fable, that was their name.

“Where’s Emi and Drew?” Erin bit out. Fable looked confused at the question but they pointed in the direction behind them. Erin let them go and leapt into the air, catching the updrafts of the fires below and gliding towards where she hoped Emi and Drew were. Her blackbirds followed close behind her, providing extra sets of eyes for the hunt.

Erin realized as she flew that the first big building in the direction Fable had pointed was GMC Tower. Of fucking course Emi and Drew would set up there. A few flaps of her wings and Erin was standing on the roof of GMC tower, looking down into it. Sure enough, there were Emi and Drew sitting at the tables of the Korean BBQ and having a nice lunch as they watched the city burn.

Erin blinked. Wait, was that Fawnde and Eun tied up in a corner? Did Emi and Drew really capture two of the most wanted criminals during their father-song hangout? What even was Erin’s life right now? It's fine. She’s fine. The whole thing’s not super important right now. What matters is getting inside and giving Emi a very stern talking to.

Investigating the roof, Erin didn’t see any ways in from up here. Dammit. She’ll have to go through the ground floor. Or maybe..

Erin stomped on the glass, making a ringing noise that she hoped Emi would notice. Seeing as the god looked up and waved cheekily, it seemed she had.

“Let me inside!” Erin yelled. For a second she wasn’t sure if Emi had heard but then she blinked and she was sitting at the table across from Emi. Drew was sitting next to his father, grabbing rice and seasoned beef from Emi’s plate and shoving fistfuls of it into his face. Erin shook off the leftover nausea from a quick teleport and focused on the smug deity in front of her.

“Emi, you are banned from babysitting forever.” Erin said the first thing that came to mind. “Also, stop pranking Spawntown, you’re scaring the residents.”

Emi looked thoughtful as she twirled her fork in her hand.

“Ok, sure, but me and Drew were having so much fun! It’s surprising how much we have in common. Isn't that right, Drew?” Emi spoke in monotone, but Erin could hear the smugness in her voice. Drew looked up at her and smiled a messy grin, giving a short nod. The traitor. Well, it seems that Drew wasn’t on her side. Erin had left their last conversation with the upper hand and Emi was trying to knock Erin off-balance. Well two could play at that game. Erin put on her most cheerful smile.

“That's wonderful! I’m sure you would love spending time with him more often. Maybe we could establish joint custody?” Erin put her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hand. The blackbirds chirped with laughter at Emi’s expression of horror. Her monochromatic face went even paler at the thought.

“Nah, I’ll leave the parenting to you. This was fun, but I don’t need a little godling in my life permanently.” She said. Classic Emi, changing her mind as it pleased her. Gods were fickle after all.

“That's good then. Well, if you and Drew are done with your destructive day, I think I’ll take him off your hands. Maybe even go get ice cream.” Erin watched with internal satisfaction as Drew perked up at the word ice cream. Toddlers, so easy to please. Drew slipped out of his chair and hopped up next to Erin. He grabbed her hand like normal and she let him, giving his hand a squeeze. Emi shrugged.

“Cool. Well, I’m off.” Emi said as she began to float away.

“But first you’re gonna restore the city, right?” Erin stressed. It was impossible to see in Emi’s void-like eyes, but Erin knew her well enough to tell that she was rolling her eyes.

“Fine, fine.” Emi snapped her fingers. “Happy?” Erin looked out the window. Everything looked normal, no fire or explosions. She could see people looking around, still scared and wondering why everything suddenly stopped. Erin looked back and noticed that Fawnde and Eun were no longer tied up. Damn it. Guess her life couldn’t just be that easy.

‘Very.” Erin said as she stood up from her seat. “Have a nice day.” She called as she and Drew walked over to the elevator, the blackbirds perched on Erin’s shoulders and giving Emi smug looks. Emi watched them go for a second before teleporting herself away. Erin knew that the deity wasn’t too upset at her. Emi wasn’t really like that, too free-spirited and changing to hold grudges. It was only a matter of time before Emi showed up again in Erin’s life, watching for something interesting.

In the meanwhile, Erin and Drew were going to get ice cream. Erin wouldn’t lie to her kid, not about ice cream. There was a good place in GMC if she was remembering right. The ban might still be in effect but that’s not something a few invisibility potions couldn’t solve.

“Did you have fun with Emi?” Erin asked Drew as the two of them made their way down the path towards GMC. Drew walked in silence like he always did when he was deciding what to say.

“Was fun. Miss’d you.” He said simply. Erin’s heart clenched with emotions too complicated for her to unravel. Still, she knew that a large part of it was love.

“Missed you too, buddy. Everything was so quiet without you.” Erin said as she gave Drew’s hand a squeeze again. It was true. The time she spent without Drew was much quieter. Erin reveled in the silence, resting and rejuvenating alone, but she still missed her kid when he wasn’t there. She didn’t know what she was going to do when he grew up and left the nest. Oh, fuck, that thought was not something she wanted to travel down right now. Focus on the present.

Drew’s answering smile was quiet and shy like he was, but also as bright as a thousand suns. Erin swelled with pride. Her wonderful, beautiful kid. God, he was just the best. Erin scooped up Drew and he settled down in her arms. One of the blackbirds dropped down and landed on Erin’s arm so that Drew could pet them

“Walking is talking too long. Let’s fly. I’ll show you how pretty and small everything looks from up there.” Erin said, opening her wings behind her as she prepared to lift off. Drew’s answering squeal of happiness was all the confirmation Erin needed to shoot off into the clouds. The two of them, five if you counted the three birds circling around, admired the landscape of buildings and trees below. As they got closer to GMC, Erin inhaled the ocean air deeply, causing Drew to mimic her and scrunch up his face at the salty smell. Erin laughed at his expression. Everything was perfect.

Far behind the mother-child duo, a god floats above the world. She had fun today, even if she had to spend time with her spawn. It was good in the end, and now she could rela— Damn it, another prayer from a mortal. Emi sighed. A god’s work is never done. Well, she’d see what that person wants. Maybe if she’s lucky she’ll be able to twist their phrasing against them. That was always fun to do.

#mcyt #balls smp #drewtunes #itselectra #emiok #Gulfie's Writings #its finally finished!

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theclassycandy · 3 years ago

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A Talk Amidst K-Dramas

Summary: Beckett and Anna’s date turns out unplanned and Beckett takes interest in her background. This is when he makes a surprising and exciting proposal.

Ships: Beckett x Anna

Rating: G

Word Count: 1116

A/N: Hi everyone! I haven’t done a fic in a long time but I really wanted to write even if it’s a little short. This fic is based on this request so please see the og ask! Thank you so much for taking the time out of your day and I hope you enjoy!

Tags: @itsjustwinter @bri1234 @orcsmoocher @zombipickachu @miss-smrxtiee @herarmoredheart @adam-dumortains @mortemersgf @holystxne @callmehopeless @mm2305 @ilikeyellingatmyscreen

Beckett makes his way down the hallway to Anna's dorm to pick her up for a date. When the 2 of them were texting just a few minutes ago, she said "We'll just plan it as we go!" so for all he would know, the date would be a lot more casual. He knocks on the door to Anna and Shreya's student lounge. That's when Shreya opens the door for him.

"Oh hey Harrington! You here for your girlfriend?" says Shreya in her normal chirpy tone.

"Yes I'm here for Anna. She didn't tell you I’m picking her up for a date?” asks Beckett as he steps into the room

Shreya just shrugs. “Nope! Well you know where her room is you can go in!”

“Ah, okay” Beckett responds as walk he walks to the door.

“Hey Harrington! If you and Miss. Yoon are gonna do some... fun, exciting, satisfying activities, make sure to keep it down ok?” calls out Shreya right before Beckett enters Anna’s room.

“Thanks, Shreya. We’ll try.” Beckett says sarcastically, trying to hide his blushing.

As he does this, he sees Anna on her bed with her laptop on her lap as she laughs. He has to wave his hand in front of her face to get her attention.

“Oh hey!” Anna says in surprise as she reaches to hug him with her knees on her bed. This surprises Beckett, needing to wrap his arms around her to make sure Anna doesn’t tip over.

“So, are we going to plan a date or are you just going to continue squeezing me?” he asks as Anna let go of the hug.

“You know what? Let’s try something new, I’ll introduce you to kdramas!” explained Anna enthusiastically.

Beckett’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, really? That’s what we’re going to do for tonight?” he asked

“Yeah! It’ll be fun.” started Anna, “Wait, do you not want to do it?”

“Oh no! I think it’ll be very enjoyable. I just didn’t think I’d get into international television dramas for our date today. I thought we’d at least go outside. But I’m sure that I’ll really enjoy though!” Beckett blurts out, swiftly, trying not to sound rude about the date idea.

Anna giggles. She knows that Beckett is skeptical about her date planning but she knows that Beckett will actually enjoy the plot.

“All right, I have a drama I think you’ll appreciate. It’s called Crash Landing On You. And it’s really good and it’s my all-time favorite!” explains Anna as she moves down to make room for Beckett to sit down beside her on her bed. As she also searches Netflix for Crash Landing On You, Beckett wraps an arm around her, making the both of them smile.

4 hours and 4 episodes go by and Beckett is emotionally invested into the series.

“Wait, who plays the lead roles again?” he asks, his eyes not leaving the screen.

“Yoon Se-ri is played by Son Ye-Jin, Seo Dan is played by Seo Ji-hye, Ri Jeong-Hyeok is played by Hyun Bin and Gu Seung-Jung is played by Kim Jung-Hyun.” says Anna, being able to pronounce the names perfectly. “I’ve been a big fan, espescially Son Ye-Jin for a long time.”

They sit in silence again while watching the start of episode 5 just when Beckett pauses the episode again. When Anna turns her head to look at Beckett, he opens his mouth but doesn’t say anything for a second, as of he’s thinking of what to say.

“So you and Atlas were born in the Philippines but you were raised in Korea and Atlas in America?” Beckett asks.

Anna is slightly taken aback at Beckett’s sudden interest in her background. But she isn’t complaining; she loves telling Beckett stories about her past.

“Yeah Atlas and I were born in Quezon city, where my biological father was born but Atlas was taken to America and I was raised in Manila in the Philippines. But my foster parents and I would alternate between there and Seoul in Korea so I can speak Korean, Tagalog and some other sorts of Asian languages fluently.” explains Anna.

Beckett nods thoughtfully, thinking of how he should go about what he’s about to suggest.

“Yeah, really don’t know too much about your past or home countries.” He starts but as he looks over to Anna, she’s visibly upset at his comment and he quickly explains his point.

“Not to say I’m not interested!- In fact I feel the very opposite! I’m saying that, I could learn more!” He takes a pause as he takes a deep breath a proceeds to put on a calm face as he continues. “I was saying, that in order to learn about your past, cultures and have a fun time together, why don’t we take each other there on our next breaks.” he suggests, heart beating awaiting her answer.

Anna’s jaw drops. She did not expect for Beckett to suggest something so grand. There’s a small pause between the two before Anna starts.

“So it would our first trip together huh?” she nudges her shoulder with his, smiling at the thought of traveling with him.

“Yeah,” Beckett begins sheepishly “Our junior year is coming to a close and our last vacations, I missed you like crazy. Also really want to see the countries where you grew up. I love learning things about you. Besides, I’ve never been to the Philippines or Korea before!”

“Wow,” Anna pauses “You think the both of us are ready for that? Taking a trip together?”

“Yeah, I really do think so! That is if you want to.” Beckett says, awaiting her answer.

Anna keeps a neutral expression, thinking for a minute before she breaks put a huge smile across her face. That’s when she wraps her arms around Beckett, tackling him onto her bed.

“Hey-” he starts but he begins to laugh softly when she places kisses all over his face and snuggles against his body.

“Alright, let’s do this! I can’t wait to show you the Philippines’ island and oceans and South Korea’s bustling cities and shopping areas! I can show you where I grew up!” lists off Anna, getting more excited by the second.

Beckett smiles endearingly at the way Anna’s eyes sparkle when she talks, ecstatic to see the world with her.

“Maybe we should start planning in the morning. I’m pretty interested in this drama series, though.” says Beckett.

That’s when Anna stops and giggles at Beckett finding genuine interest in her favorite K-dramas. As the two lovers watched foreign dramas together, the both of them couldn’t help but think of what would happen during their trip abroad.

#the elementalists #beckett x mc #beckett harrington #katrina harrington #aster d'yew #griffin langley #shreya mistry #choices the elementalists #playchoices

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tamiettitami · 4 years ago

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INSPIRED BY @alamborghini

In the last week, I have spent a majority of my time on Archive of Our Own reading Twyla and Alexis fics. In lieu of that, I thought I would create a recommendation post of my favorites, eight of them to be exact. I've wanted to do fic recommendations for awhile, and this seemed like the perfect place to start! Because the community is small, as I mentioned previously, there will be some author repetition, but they're all incredibly talented writers who I encourage you to support.

Check out Justine's list, too, it's linked at the very beginning! Theirs is a bit more extensive considering they've been here for longer and I've just recently dipped my toe in, however, this was a lot of fun for me to put together and I hope you enjoy nonetheless <3

All word counts, ratings, tags, and descriptions are taken directly from the stories themselves. Credit goes to the original creators for the information provided. Also, I've colored the titles according to the length of the fic. Here is the system I've devised to help you easily find stories within a certain a range of words without having to read too much while also helping to separate the titles a bit: PURPLE >2,000 words, BLUE 2,500-5,000 words, and PINK >5,000 words.

Posts marked with * are also in Podfic format. If it isn't underlined, the Podfic is apart of the work hyperlinked in the story's title.

tuck you in, turn on your favorite nightlight by @alamborghini and @anniemurphys

WORD COUNT: 843

RATED G for GENERAL AUDIENCES

TAGGED with Future Fic, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Children, Children's Stories, (that aren't always appropriate for children), alexis and twyla have just Seen Things ok, Alexis Rose travels for business and pleasure

DESCRIPTION: Twyla and Alexis' daughter adopts her mother's' stories in the interest of elementary school coolness.

I Offer You My Heart by @landofsonlali and @sunlightsymphony *

WORD COUNT: 10,347

RATED G for GENERAL AUDIENCES

TAGGED with Alternative Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Slow Burn, Tea Leaf reading, Flirting Via Coffee and Pastries, Pining, you know it's an AU because of the seasons, Baked Goods, Podfic, Podfic Length: 1-1.5 Hours, Let Alexis Rose Eat, Twyla Sands' Freckles

DESCRIPTION: Twyla is the owner of a coffee shop in Schitt's Creek and Alexis is a frequent customer, featuring pining, flirtation, and a whole lot of baked goods.

never saw you coming, never be the same by @alamborghini, @anniemurphys, and @landofsonlali *

This is a MUST READ series for any Twylexis fans. I started my journey through the Alexis Rose/Twyla Sands tag with these ficlets and I recommend beginning here as well.

WORD COUNT: 1,938

RATED T for TEEN & UP AUDIENCES

TAGGED with Pride, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Coming Out, Twyla Sands' Freckles, Supportive Siblings, Pansexual Alexis Rose, Cuddling & Snuggling

DESCRIPTION: Three different perspectives of Twyla Sands and Alexis Rose's first Pride spent together as a couple.

i didn't know that i was starving (til i tasted you) by @turningtimeinthetardis

WORD COUNT: 12,885

RATED M for MATURE

TAGGED with Character Study: Twyla Sands, Character Study: Alexis Rose, Episode: s04e12 Singles Week, Singles Week Rewrite, Ted is great, But Twy and Alexis are meant to be each other's soft girlfriends, Fluff & Smut, Pining

DESCRIPTION: Twyla knows her natural penchant for kindness can sometimes be a problem. She knows it can sometimes be used against her by people who are more willing to chase their desires than she is.

Normally, she's at least a little ok with being naturally passive, with allowing her desires, her wants, to skate past her, untouched.

Maybe it's because she's gotten accustomed to serving customers at Cafè Tropical and taking unwarranted abuse with a fake smile. Maybe it's because she had grow up faster than any eight or nine year old should. Maybe it's because, well, secretly she's a multi-millionaire and, materially, she doesn't want for much of anything. And she'd be hard pressed for saying she wants anyone in Schitt's Creek.

But once she gets to know Alexis Rose?

Yeah, Twyla wants her.

to be your harbor by @doublel27

WORD COUNT: 4,007

RATED E for EXPLICIT

TAGGED with Post-Canon, Sugar Mama Twyla Sands, Praise Kink, Sex Toys, Strap-Ons, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, Service Top Alexis Rose, Sweet/Hot, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

DESCRIPTION: Twyla uses some of her money on things that are special to her. Alexis is special to Twyla. Luckily, Twyla is precious to Alexis.

your body's poetry (speak to me) by @anniemurphys

WORD COUNT: 19,599

NOT RATED

TAGGED with Alternative Universe - Ballet, adventures at youth america grand prix, baby ballerinas in the corps de ballet, oh my god they were roommates, Twyla Sands' Freckles

DESCRIPTION: Ballet has been at the center of Alexis’ life since she was three years old, the first time she saw New York City Ballet perform The Nutcracker. She pulled on her mother’s sleeve, much to Moira’s displeasure, pointed at the stage, and said, “Me!” It was the very first time she felt like her mother saw her. That feeling was intoxicating enough that she couldn’t help but chase it.

She’s seen some of the world's most celebrated ballerinas perform. But she’s never seen anyone dance like this girl, whose name she doesn’t know. The stage lights turn her auburn hair burning red. Her pirouettes are perfectly landed; there’s no struggle at all in the way her leg lifts behind her in attitude to tap against the tambourine she holds above her head. As she flits across the stage, her tambourine extended toward the judges like an irresistible invitation, there is something real in her smile, something seductive in her eyes.

Alexis forgets to breathe.

searching for a sound we hadn't heard before by @hullomoon

WORD COUNT: 867

RATED T for TEEN & UP AUDIENCES

TAGGED with New York City, Kissing, Coda, of sorts, Episode: s06e13 Start Spreading the News

DESCRIPTION: Twyla visits Alexis in New York.

Ladies Night Inn by yeah_alright

WORD COUNT: 15,848

RATED T for TEEN & UP AUDIENCES

TAGGED with Canon Compliant, Alternative Ending to The Canidate (season 2 episode 7), ladies night, Spa Night, slumber party, Female Friendship, Friends to Lovers, really more like, acquaintances to friends to potentially lovers, if we're being accurate, Teen rating is for makeouts and a few refrences to very specific and crucial body parts, No Smut, No Sex, Fluff and Humor

DESCRIPTION: What if Twyla had accepted Alexis' invitation to a ladies night at the motel after her breakup with Mutt?

If you happen to indulge in any of these, let me know you're thoughts as I'd love to chat about them and make some new Twylexis friends. Happy reading! (SOURCE)

#alexis rose #twyla sands #twyla and alexis #alexis x twyla #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #fic recommendations #fic recs #*lolficrecs

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kalofi · 4 years ago

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any recs for good naramis fics?

YES OMG i’m SO glad u asked me this i’ve been waiting for someone to 😈 ok HERE WE GO

nose over tail by revolvermonkcelot. rated T. basically it’s an alternate, no stand au of part 5! narancia is still living on the streets by 17, but gets sort of adopted by buccellati after fugo punches him in the eye bfhsudnsj the characterization and just. pure story telling skills in this fic are amaaazing it seriously needs more credit pls i’m OBSESSED with it. so so so good

that dreamers often lie by pretentiousashell. rated G. idek how to describe this fic all i remember are the emotions i had while reading it, which were a lot i’ll have u know. basically it’s an everybody lives au where everyone is still in the mafia, but narancia gets to go to school!!(that’s not a huge plot point tho) i love the way mista is written in this fic it’s so endearing and their relationship.... hoo wee 🥺 just so sweet and fun!

learning to fall by supposed2bfunny. rated T. AAAAGGGHH THIS FIC!!! ok ok ok so essentially it’s kind of a pre-part 5? i guess? mista encounters narancia being beat up and saves him, and they become quick friends, but narancia decides to cut ties like almost immediately :( they meet again when narancia joins the gang but nara pretends he doesn’t know who mista is and. well you’ll jus have to see what happens next 😈😳

i’m such a baby ‘cause the dolphins make me cry by brella. rated M. EVERYBODY LIVES AU WOOHOO WE LOVE TO SEE IT !!!!! it’s a 3+1 fic!! there’s making out and smoochin so if that makes u uncomfortable i would say avoid this one but!! seriously such a good read idk what it is about mista but the way ppl write him make me love him a little more everytime. i already love narancia enough so if a fic makes me love him more then that’s pretty impressive, and this fic did! the emoshuns... wow. yeah anyway i adore it❤️

no fair at all by captainsquarter. rated T. i’m pretty sure i’ve put this in a jojo fic rec list b4 but!! idc it’s rly good. this one also includes canonical deaths if that’s smth u want to avoid! it takes place a little after the events of part 5 and gosh. the way mista is portrayed, his anger...his grief... his resentment... it’s all so realistic and makes you feel right alongside him it’s a trip. fugo is also there which is cool but he’s also the one mista is projecting most of his negative emotions onto, within good reason. i would rly rly suggest this one it’s so so wow

coming for to carry me home by silverrollu. rated G. this one starts off start and sweet but gets really sad. i don’t wanna say a lot cause i don’t want to spoil, but just a warning: this fic DOES contain canonical deaths so watch out for that!!!!! it made me cry :((( i mean i cry a lot but whatever. just. a bittersweet read but an extremely good one at that!

you need hands by ghirga. rated T. a band au! narancia is a percussion player and is trying to teach mista the marimba but he sucks ass at it ❤️ so so so cute and fun 😭🥺

dude by ghirga. rated T. meet cute-ish? they are in a hospital and they talk it’s rly funny but also wholesome n sweet. a good, sorta quick read to lift ur spirits!

arrivederci roma, it’s time for us to part by breakdownx2. rated M. well i think that u can tell by the title that this has canon deaths dhsndisndnje 😔 this fic is rly sad guys like. woah woah woah thinking about it too hard is making me start to tear up AHDDJDJSN basically mista trying to cope with losing narancia and trying to convince everyone(including himself) that he’s ok. he’s not

broken time is not the only thing by pretentiousashell. rated G. this is part 5 in the reset universe, essentially. the raw emotions in this one. tbh i don’t remember it that well i needa reread it but, dear lord. oh gosh. oh my 😭 also the stands that they have are so so cool i’m not gonna say what they are in order to give y’all an incentive to read the fic but. yeah it’s epic and sad at the same time

fire alarm by vegitodorito. rated T. SO FUNNNNNN I LOVE THIS. funky and groovy yes this fic woah this fic!!!!! warning ⚠️⚠️ contains corny pick up lines ⚠️⚠️ no but srsly this fic is rly funny and sweet and gets their characters down like, perfectly.

bros to lovers by 35dash. rated T. this fic is just basically funny the whole way through i rly do love love love it. nara and mista being oblivious to the fact that they obviously like each other and just passing it off as ‘bro stuff.’ what’s better than that

gay chicken by malfoyisme. rated T. ok i haven’t read this one but i want to lol

and that’s about it!!! those r some rly good naramis fics i’ve read ! i hope u like em too 😌💖

#AGH WOOHOO #ty for asking me this ive been itching to share some naramis fic recs #if anyone else has any good ones pls pls add em i would love that #kalofi’s asks #naramis

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occasionalrpmemes · 4 years ago

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this is such a low-key thing but it bothers me when i see rp prompt lists that start out with something like “trigger warnings: none apply!”

like don’t get me wrong, i’m glad that acknowledging triggers is in style, and i know it’s well-intentioned, but the thing about the “no triggers here!” statement is that, like, you don’t know that. you can’t know that. there are people who have triggers that may seem completely innocuous to you. there are people who have triggers that may seem ridiculous to you. there are people with triggers so highly specific that no one ever thinks to tag for them unless we specifically ask.

and that’s okay, you know? it’s okay to admit that you can’t possibly tag for everything that might be triggering, because there’s no possible way to know everything that might be triggering. but just because you don’t know about it doesn’t mean it’s not there. there is no way that “trigger warnings: none apply!” can ever be the honest truth for everyone who’s gonna read that post.

so, alternate suggestions:

content notes: fluff

content notes: nothing you wouldn’t see in a [G / PG / PG-13]-rated movie (i mean, yeah, how the MPAA rates movies is bullshit, but i’m trying to have one discourse at a time here)

content notes: non-s.exual, non-violent, no malicious language

or even just, like, leave the warning note off prompts where you don’t see any triggers to warn of?

anyways, this post is ok to rb, and i welcome additions of other suggestions on how to label content!

#rpc #tumblr rp #rp meme #rp help #not memes

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aftgficrec · 2 years ago

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Hi! I recently discovered your blog and I was hoping to catch the asks open. Do you know any post canon fics of Andrew's last year at Palmetto? Maybe where he is worried about leaving Neil behind? Also, I don't know if there are any fics of star wars au? Thanks!

Here’s what we’ve got for Andrew’s final year and graduation. Oh yeah, and a little bit of Star Wars too! - S

Also see …

‘The Bet’ here

‘The Bones - Way Down We Go fic’ here

'Words Mean Nothing’ here

‘Tumblr Headcanons… andreil fight…’ here

‘as I go forward (hold down the fort)’ here

‘The Cartographer and the World’ here

the pieces that stick around by PoolToast22 [Rated G, 2918 words, complete, 2022]

He’d never thought he'd miss it. The building wasn’t new. He’d spent five years living in it. Surviving in it. But now, with less than 24 hours left within the high walls, he couldn't help but look at it completely differently.

It was no stranger to Andrew to walk away from a living place and feel like a piece of him was being left inside. He knew heartbreak. He knew what it was like to leave somewhere for the last time and know you would never get back the person you were when you walked through the door. In fact, most places he'd lived had broken away a chunk of him. They all tore at his skin, clawed at his soul, and crumbled his defenses until they could no longer be broken.

AKA the one where Andrew has one day left at Fox Tower and he doesn't know how to feel about it.

a lesson in communication by mindthekat [Rated E, 11987 words, complete, 2021]

Part 3 of the ‘an exercise in growth’ series

To the untrained eye, Neil Josten would seem entirely normal, albeit a little more tightly wound than usual.

Andrew Minyard's eye is not untrained.

Alternatively: Neil never thought he would live long enough to want a future and Andrew can't find the words to reassure him.

tw: explicit sexual content, tw: panic attacks

The thunder for the storm by aceofreaders (Kickasscookieeater) [Rated T, 15109 words, complete, 2020]

Andrew has spent five years in Palmetto, four years entangled there with Neil Josten and his band of merry foxes.

Andrew has spent four years breaking and rebuilding routines and patterns and thought processes. Four years sharing kisses and cigarettes and truths.

Despite himself, he got used to it. He got used to his own pack, he got used to the other foxes, he got used to Neil Josten in the few ways it's possible to do so. And if pressed, hard, he could admit to himself that he's not sure what to do without any of those things.

But nothing gold can stay, or whatever. Because now he has to leave.

tw: implied/referenced panic attacks

You Deserve Better by socksandsandels [Not Rated, 4749 words, incomplete, last updated June 2020]

Andrew had always told Neil that whatever "this" was meant nothing but Neil had never believed him before. Except now Andrew is graduating and Neil knows that if their going to work long distance then they both have to try harder. But will Andrew finally be able to tell Neil what he means to him or will he keep denying till there is nothing left?

Or: It's Andrews last year at Palmetto and he is about to go pro. Neil asks him to acknowledge what is between them and try harder so they work long distance. But Andrew thinks Neil deserved better then him.

I can't make you love me (if you don't) by djhedy [Rated T, 5318 words, complete, 2020]

Andrew realises he’s faced with two choices: hold onto this or let it go forever.

And he hates that.

Almost as much as he hates Neil.

He watches as Neil turns away, walks up the length of the room once, stops, looks back. “It’s ok,” he says, his voice drained of any emotion, face set. Sure. Resigned. “You always said this was nothing.”

Andrew nods. Remembers there’s a cigarette dangling between his fingers, so brings it back up to his lips, holds it there, doesn’t even bother breathing in.

“Ok,” Neil says again, and leaves the room.

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before andrew graduates, neil asks him to make a choice.

Have I told you? by alex_wh0 [Rated T, 1312 words, complete, 2020]

Set during Andrew's fifth and final year at PSU, when both Neil and Andrew are perched on the edge of uncertainty. Who knew Neil could write?

i'd hold you down (if I could, make you the enemy) by bluesky_daydreaming [Rated T, 2585 words, complete, 2020]

Neil will tie himself down to Andrew and stick around until Andrew tells him to go and Andrew does not want to be the one who is responsible for keeping Neil on the ground. He will not be the reason that Neil lets himself shut down after they are all gone, the reason he never branches out and seeks out someone new to touch, someone who gladly let him touch them.

****

Or: Andrew pushes Neil away because he thinks it will be easier than watching him leave.

Unspoken by Jeni182 [Rated T, 1905 words, complete, 2019]

Andrew Minyard is not good with words. Betsy helps him find a way to say the things to Neil he wants to.

I Found by trubenblack [Not Rated, 4909 words, complete, 2018]

It's Andrew's final year and they've got a surprise

or the marriage fic bc i refuse to admit they don't

tw: homophobia

Watchful Eyes by SensationalSunburst [Rated G, 2290 words, complete, 2018]

“I'm graduating in three days.” Andrew said. David took a long drag of his tea and waited. “I will be moving to Columbus.” He continued, “Neil is not.” “I have him for another year,” David said, “Are you worried?” David watched Andrew swallow the knee-jerk denial that he felt anything, chasing it with a sip of cocoa. “He requires a certain level of supervision.”

Damned if I Do by Spanglebangle [Rated T, 4731 words, complete, 2018]

In a few short weeks, Andrew will graduate from PSU. And he has a very important, and very terrifying, decision to make.

Exy, or...something else. But what? Does he really want to commit to Exy for the rest of his life? And if not Exy, then what? What is he supposed to do? What is he supposed to want - and how can he possibly choose it?

tw: anxiety, tw: mention of suicidal ideation

Something in Return by reaching_my_summit [Rated M, 31204 words, complete, 2018]

“Andrew Minyard, how will you celebrate winning your final college Exy championship?”

“I’m going to Disney World,” Andrew deadpans.

- - -

Andrew’s final year at Palmetto State comes to a close. His future is upon him and there are plans to be made. Years ago, Neil asked Andrew to stop smoking in exchange for something. Andrew finally knows what he wants in return.

tw: nightmares, tw: scars, tw: ptsd, tw: implied/referenced torture, tw: blood, tw: panic attacks

Star Wars AU:

Hope Is a Disquieting Thing by Sundaye [Rated M, 67953 words, incomplete, last updated May 2020]

Abram's father is one of the most powerful beings in the universe and he's spent years searching for his wife and son who stole millions of credits from the Empire and ran. They're two of the most wanted by the Empire for their dangerous insight into Imperial secrets. When a deadly confrontation with his father ends with Abram's mother's life, Abram must find a way to escape alone for the first time in his life.

Meanwhile, smuggler and ex-Imperial laborer Andrew Minyard and his crew have lost an important ally to the Empire and are intent on rescuing him and returning him to the Rebellion.

When the chance comes for Abram to flee Tatooine with Andrew's crew he dons a new alias, Neil, and takes it.

Basically, this is a Star Wars AU.

tw: violence, tw: implied/referenced self harm, tw: implied/referenced rape/noncon, tw: implied/referenced drug use, tw: implied/referenced abuse

Star Wars Au when? by @deadliestpieceontheboard [tumblr, 2021]

ok but hear me out: aftg star wars au when?

Art

Jerejean star wars au by @sturmdunkel [tumblr, 2022]

runaway jedi neil by @skye-draws [tumblr, 2022]

Fanart for Hope Is a Disquieting Thing by @fornavn [tumblr, 2020]

Andrew from 'Hope Is a Disqquieting Thing' by @ssundaye [tumblr, 2018]

Hope Is a Disquieting Thing Edit by @sirfluffkins [tumblr, 2018]

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succubusphan · 4 years ago

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The Dog Father

Summary: Dan’s dog leads him straight into the arms of a handsome man at the Dog Park.

rating: G

Tags: Fluff, dogs, alternative meeting.

Word count: 1k

A/n: Written for the @phandomreversebang Im-PROMPT-u Phandom creator challenge, day 3, Prompt: Dog. I used the quote vaguely but It’s 4 am and I’m not going to look for it. Thank you to @schnaf who beta read this to make sure all the times I fell asleep on the keyboard didn’t come through. PS: I went both with the park and the shop, I know the shop won the poll but I’m tired so don’t yell at me. I expect nice messages for this because I did my best and you like to be nice to me.

Read on ao3

“The world is an amazing place. Look at it instead of your flaws.”

Dan woke up with a start, covered by a thin layer of sweat and a racing heartbeat. He blinked his eyes into focus and flopped back down onto the bed with a sigh. A smile drew itself in his lips as he heard the soft scratching noise of paws against the wooden floors approaching the bed. No matter how bad his nights were, or even his days for that matter, there was always a constant source of joy in his life.

Two honey colored ears peaked above the mattress before the usual “good morning” bark was heard. “Can I hop in?” another bark asked.

“Good morning, girl,” Dan said, patting the mattress beside him. “Come on up with daddy.”

Before he had even finished the sentence, he had a very excited ball of fur in bed with him, barking softly and extending her paws to him. Dan took one of the tiny paws and shook it. “Yes, good girl.” He was rewarded with an extensive face-washing session as he giggled with his lips and eyes tightly shut. He tried his best to finish until she was done but sometimes there was no stopping her, so he gently pushed her away. “Are you hungry?”

Another bark and a small jump.

“Ok, let’s have some breakfast and go to the park.”

She ran as fast as her legs would take her and returned with her food bowl.

“Alright, come on,” he smiled. He was exhausted, yes, but he wasn’t about to deny his girl breakfast and her morning trip to the doggie park.

Dan and Leelu arrived at the park ready for the wintery weather, fluffy coats and rainbow scarves wrapped tightly around both. They had barely walked for five minutes when Dan’s phone started ringing insistently. He huffed and put Leelu’s leash around his wrist before struggling to remove his glove with his teeth. He managed it eventually but by then the leash had slipped from his wrist and the call had gone into voicemail.

Dan looked desperately between his phone and his fugitive dog with a groan before he promptly shoved his phone in his pocket and ran behind Leelu.

“Leelu, wait! Get back here!” Dan rushed behind her, but she was born to run and Dan was born to lay on the couch like a potato.

Suddenly, he found himself on the ground with the wind knocked out of him. “Ow,” he said pathetically.

“Oh my gosh, sorry!” A man said and extended his hand towards Dan.

He would have usually rejected the gesture and brushed it off but the mirage of a man standing in front of him was offering him his hand and Dan was not about to turn him down. Not when those blue and green and yellow eyes looked at him with worry. Dan took the man’s hand and before he knew it he was back on his feet, his mouth gaping like a fish.

"Are you ok?" The man asked. "I'm so sorry, I'm so clumsy!"

Dan was too distracted looking at those rosy lips, the pale skin and the black shining hair. Suddenly, he realized he was staring. "S-sorry," he murmured awkwardly. "Thank you for helping me."

"It was my fault you fell in the first place. It's the least I could do." He looked behind himself to where Leelu was playing with a small corgi in a blue sweater. "I'm Phil, nice to meet you."

"Dan," he wiped his now sweaty hands on his jeans before shaking Phil’s.

"It looks like our dogs are getting along quite well."

"Is that one yours?" Dan asked, pointing to the corgi.

"Yeah, Striker."

Dan threw his head back and barked out a laughter.

"What? He could be a vicious beast!" said Phil.

Dan looked at the corgi. His silly looking tongue flopping to the side as he ran behind and around Leelu. She looked down at him even though - being a Shiba Inu - she wasn't that much taller. "I think if Leelu steps on him too hard he'll break." Dan smirked.

"She wouldn't!"

"Of course not, she's a lady." Dan said as they approached the dogs. "Come on girl," Dan said slowly realizing that it was time to go. He needed to take his dog home and go to work. "Well…"

"It was nice meeting you."

"Yeah, I -" Phil's phone started ringing, he looked at the screen and picked up immediately. "Hi, Corn." He waved at Dan and started walking away.

Dan had thought there had been something between them, a spark, but he had been wrong, clearly. Dan had caught a glimpse of a smiling woman on his screen and he'd rushed to pick up. It was stupid anyway, he always tended to let his mind get the best of him and here he was, thinking of the future with a man he's just met. Pathetic.

Dan didn’t want to keep focusing on his negative thoughts, so he picked Leelu up to her dismay and walked back home.

The next few days mashed and melded together as if there was no beginning or end to account for. Dan finally dared to leave the comfort of his own home when he ran out of food for Leelu. He hurried, holding his coat as tightly as possible as he made his way to the store before it closed.

He pushed the door open, causing the bells on it to ring and alert the employees of his presence but one glance in their direction showed that they were doing some sort of inventory. Dan went to the food shelf and grabbed the biggest bag he could carry before going to the register.

He placed the bag on the counter and fished for his wallet.

"Hi."

Dan looked up and once again stared at Phil, his mouth gaping like a fish.

"The other day I forgot to ask you for your number… if that's ok."

Dan smiled. "I would like that. Leelu missed Striker."

"I think Striker missed Leelu as well."

"We'll have to set up a playdate for them," Dan risked.

Phil smiled widely. "Absolutely."

Dan extended his hand giving Phil his card and taking the piece of paper with Phil's number.

"Phil, Striker's Dad. Call me," it read along with the number. Dan turned it over and smiled "Single dog father."

That day, Leelu found a play buddy and a brother and Dan found someone to hold him and keep him safe from the nightmares, someone to love. Maybe things weren’t always as bad as he thought, maybe there was still some beauty in this world to be found.

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jeonggukingdom · 5 years ago

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splinters of love • day XVI [ksj]

pairing ⟶ kim seokjin x fem!Reader

summary ⟶ a collection of drabbles (one for each day of April) based on prompts by an online prompts’ generator site. Specifically ⟶ • day XVI ↳ in which you casually fall asleep on this stranger’s shoulder in the train and he has no idea what to do so he skips his own stop and waits for you to wake up until, crap, you’ve reached the terminal and now you both have to get out and figure out an alternative way to reach your homes.

genre ⟶ fluff

rating ⟶ G

word count ⟶ 2.201 words

warnings ⟶ none except Seokjin being an absolute angel, knight in shining armor, smooth boyfriend material random dude on a bus

series masterlist ⟶ here (links on mobile may not work, if you’re looking for all the works in this series, you can click on the “!splintersoflove” tag and you’ll find them all there!)

author’s note ⟶ @cupcake416 I don’t know who your bias is or what your favourite genre is but you mentioned that today was going to be your birthday so I wanted to dedicate this drabble to you regardless to wish you THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY EVER! I hope you’ll like this little story and if I can manage to put even just a little smile on your face I’ll consider myself happy, ah ah ♥

The bus is almost completely packed tonight and you huff as you climb the little stairs to help you inside. You miss the convenience of owning a car and not have to stand for an entire ride after such a long day at work but, alas, you don't own that luxury anymore and you won't for a little while.

Your lips form a little pout as you scan your surroundings and then, your eyes land on the only free spot in the entire bus and your eyes light up as if your eyes had just landed on the biggest treasure ever known to mankind.

With a smile stretched on your coral-tinted lips, you hurry through the corridor and very unceremoniously drop on the empty seat with a victorious grin.

Your cheeks heat up the instant you catch the stranger sitting next to you looking at you, a baffled expression on his features and the hint of a pending chuckle on his plump lips.

You offer him a sheepish smile, retreating inside your shoulders as if in a silent apology for startling him and disrupting his peace.

He gives you a gentle smile in return while shaking his head and then, his eyes shift back on the window to peer outside the busy streets while music plays loudly in his ears.

You exhale loudly, getting as comfortable on the seat as possible and fix your own gaze ahead of you as you usually do to get lost inside your own thoughts.

The stress of the day slowly washes off your body and you relax ever so slightly with each passing second until the motion of the bus turns you drowsy with sleep and then, without you even realising it, your eyes close and with a turn of the bus, your head lands exactly on that poor stranger's shoulder.

Seokjin jumps at the sudden touch, his heart missing a few beats in his chest before turning absolutely rampant. His eyes shift from the glass to you and his mouth opens in bewilderment as he realizes you have fallen asleep just like that and fell on top of him.

He would have woken you up if it weren't for the peaceful expression on your features, for the dark circles under your eyes that he hadn't noticed at first.

He bites his bottom lip unsure of what he's supposed to do, especially considering that his stop is the next one in line and this is the last bus he'll be able to catch tonight in order to go home.

He ponders and ponders and just finds himself unable to do anything about you and the way your entire weight is being supported by his shoulder.

He heaves out a sigh, curses himself under his breath and simply waits for you to wake up. Maybe, if he's lucky enough, you'll wake up soon and he will just walk a few blocks to get home.

Sadly, you do not wake up and minutes tick by and by until you are the only two passengers on the bus.

His heart drops in his chest the instant he feels the bus stop and realizes you have reached the terminal and now he has no choice but to wake you up.

He grimaces but shakes you awake as gently as possible, he offers you a gentle smile as you jump at the sudden contact and look up at him in surprise.

"You fell asleep," he says, barely above a whisper as his cheeks turn a nice shade of pink under your intense gaze.

Your cheeks feel as hot as the sun, instead, shame filling you up to the very core as you jolt backwards apologising over and over again.

"It's ok, it happens," he offers as a consolation but then you watch his eyes fill with doubt, his bottom lip suddenly trapped under his teeth as his eyebrows furrow.

"Oh! I just realised this must be your stop!" You get up in an instant failing to realize the bus is empty and that the driver is looking at the both of you rather unamused by the fact that you are wasting too much of his precious time.

Seokjin gets up then, scratches the back of his head as he shakes it lightly.

"Well that's... uh... we kind of reached the terminal."

"What?!" You finally look around and blood drains from your features as your mouth opens in utter shock, "Wait, why didn't you wake me up sooner?!"

Seokjin's mouth opens and closes, opens and closes as he looks at you completely baffled.

"Well, I didn't want to wake you up! You looked tired and like you needed the rest so I just..."

He seems to become smaller under your gaze and that's when you realize you are being incredibly ungrateful right about now and just as you open your mouth to apologise, the driver decides to chime in and not so kindly ask you to leave the damned bus and figure it out on your own outside his vehicle.

That's how you find yourself standing in the cold night against a stranger with absolutely not a single clue on what to do next.

"I'm Seokjin by the way," he says after a few minutes of very thick and awkward silence.

"Oh, I'm _______," you offer him a smile and your hand and he quickly grabs it which makes your smile deepen a tad bit more.

He seems to be just as lost and uncomfortable as you are as you stand there like two idiots, looking around as if the solution is suddenly going to pop out behind the corner and save you from this awkward and romcom-like situation.

"I'm sorry for yelling earlier I was just taken aback... uhm, thank you, for, well, everything, I guess."

You look at your feet as you say this, torture your fingers as your insides twitch uncomfortably inside of you.

If you could disappear inside the bitumen, you so would.

Seokjin, instead, hums at your words, shifts his weight from left to right while keeping his gaze trained entirely on you.

"So... how far away do you live?"

You close your eyes and heave out a sigh as you think about walking for such a long distance in the middle of the night and with bloody heels on.

"Definitely too far for a walk," you mumble, shaking your head as you start pondering over the idea of calling a cab or a friend to come to your rescue.

"Same," he says, chuckling at the predicament you've both fallen into because of, well, you.

"Maybe we can call someone?" You suggest, finally lifting your gaze to look at him.

"Yeah, uhm, I don't think my friends are going to pick up anytime soon... it's the weekend after all."

You nod your head a couple of times pretty sure that's the case with you as well, not to mention you don't even have an endless list of friends to choose from.

"We could call a cab?" He asks, tilting his head to the side as he pushes his hands inside the pockets of his jeans.

"Oh. Well, I don't... uhm."

How do you confess to a stranger that you cannot afford a cab ride that long? You grimace and evidently, he can see it pretty well under the moonlight because without you having to add more, he hums and offers you a meek 'me neither' as a response which, honestly, would have made you chuckle if your heart hadn't just dropped deep within your chest.

"So walking it is," you say then, heaving out a sigh as you finally decide to take the lead and walk away from the stupid terminal.

Seokjin follows suit in silence but this time it's more comfortable and it seems to ease up your nerves. He didn't even ask you where you live exactly, he's just following you blindly so you curiously look up at him trying to decide if you should be worried by it or grateful.

"So," you say after a while, "Your house is in the same direction as mine?"

"Not really," he confesses, making himself small inside his wide shoulders.

"Oh..."

Seokjin stops on his tracks, looks at you for a second and then, realization twists his features into a stupefied expression that prompts a chuckle to escape your lips.

"I'm not following you! I mean, I am but not because... I mean no offence because you can probably take care of yourself just fine but I wouldn't really feel at peace letting you walk home by yourself at this hour of the night."

"You are awfully nice, did anyone ever tell you that?"

Seokjin laughs, his eyes reducing to two adorable half-moons as he does so and soon enough, you are chuckling right along with him, unable to resist his contagious laugh.

That's how it starts.

You find out that talking to Seokjin comes pretty easily, that he is witty and funny and comfortable to be around to and so much so, he feels like someone you've known for most of your life and that have just met after years of being apart.

The only downside to it all is that your legs are killing you, not to even mention your feet. It is when you absolutely can not take it anymore that you stop to take the shoes from hell off of your poor feet and sigh at the sensation of your soles lying flat on the dirty bitumen.

"Oh no, you are so not going to walk with your naked feet! Do you have any idea of the dirt and thousands of germs that live there?!"

"Well, I can't walk in these stupid heels a second longer so this will have to do."

Seokjin shakes his head, sighs deeply and then he crouches down before you, offering you his wide back to hop onto.

"Are you kidding me? You are offering me a piggyback ride right now?"

"Well, doesn't look like I have much of a choice right now, does it?"

He looks at you from behind his back, his eyes pointedly fixed on your features as he urges you to hop on his back already so that he can safely you accompany you back home once and for all.

It's with all the shyness and insecurity of the world that you do this, allow his arms to wrap around your thighs and yours around his neck.

"You really are awfully nice," you whisper in his ear and Seokjin chuckles again, nodding his head because he realizes how absurd this all is and to be honest, he doesn't know himself why he is doing all of this for someone he has barely met but... well, there's just something about you that makes him want to help you and he can't explain it but it's there and he simply cannot ignore it.

You don't know exactly how long has passed since you left the bus' terminal but it might as well been days because that is how tired you are by the time you finally reach your apartment complex and Seokjin frees you from his grasp.

"I don't know how I can possibly repay you for all that you did for me tonight," you say as your feet land on the bitumen and you look up to him, your lips protruded forward into a little pout.

Seokjin smiles then, mirth shining in his black eyes as he tilts his head to the side.

He can't believe himself he is about to say this but, hell, this is probably his only chance so might as well try, no?

"Well, you could give me your number."

You look up to him in surprise, mouth slightly agape at the bold question you would have never expected to fall from his plump lips.

The most shocking part of it, though, is the fact that you don't even need to think about it to know the answer.

Maybe it was destiny that brought you together, maybe it was fate that decided you had to find that empty spot, fall asleep on his shoulder and no one else's. You don't know but a part of you decides to believe that, to take a chance for once in your life and that's how Seokjin ends up with your number registered in his phone and a grateful kiss on his right cheek.

Your hearts beat frantically in your chests as he walks the opposite way to finally reach his house and you run up the stairs that lead you to your apartment.

It takes Seokjin exactly twenty seconds to ring your phone after you turn your back on him and it takes just two for you to eagerly pick up while closing the door behind your back.

It takes Seokjin forty additional minutes to walk himself home while you keep him company by talking to him on the phone.

It takes three hours for you to end the call and close your eyes on this absurd days and well, it turns out that sometimes it takes a lot less than twenty-four hours for two people to fall in love.

#thekimlinenet #hyunglinenetwork #bangtanscenery #ficswithluv #seokjin fluff #jin fluff #bts fluff #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #bts x reader #bts ff #bts imagine #bts scenario #bts react #!splintersoflove

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keeponshouting · 4 years ago

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After Infection

This is a rewrite and hopefully eventual completion of a massive multiverse mash-up of my OCs with a couple belonging to @whenromancesmoked and a few others from back in the day. I have absolutely no idea if anyone else is going to be interested in reading this (ok, I know a few people who will probably read it) but psh. I’m having fun and want to share.

Note: This is also a George Romero tribute of sorts. Like I started it for giggles because my PB for one of the characters was in the Dawn of the Dead remake and it just snowballed, which I guess means I should throw a WARNING: ZOMBIES sign up here or something. Anyway!

After Infection: Dawn of the Dead

It had seemed like a good idea at the time – or, well, more accurately, it had seemed like the right thing to do. There was a request from fellow hunters in a small town a few hours’ drive south and things had been quiet lately back home so Nate had figured that they could spare the time and energy. Besides, Dennis had been going pretty stir crazy for a while. Even if it was a hunt, it would be a good excuse to get out on the road for a while, a sort of vacation.

It had not turned out even remotely like a vacation.

They had been a little too late to the original party but apparently just in time for things to get much, much worse. Nate had brought a variety of tools just in case but he had primarily been prepared for an infestation of what locals called “hell rats,” a creature that was pretty common in the south and usually pretty easy to handle if you found their nests quickly enough. Sure they were venomous but as long as you were careful… He had not been expecting an infestation of zombies.

“The lot looks pretty clear right now.” Dennis is hunched over at the door, using the peephole to take a quick survey of the goings on outside their hotel room while Nate brews a second pot of coffee to get him through whatever the morning brings. After all, as long as decent coffee is available, he might as well take advantage of it. Lord knows he might have to go without for a while and God help his poor boyfriend’s patience if that happens.

When Dennis stands up straight again, his head is just about even with the top of the doorframe and he yawns as he leans back against the door, arms crossed over his chest. “So, come up with any plans yet or are we still waiting for the caffeine to kick in?”

Nate snorts into his cup and foregoes actually taking a drink for the moment in order to respond. “You ask that like I have any idea what sort of plan to use here. I’ve met exactly zero hunters who’ve actually had to handle zombies in the past decade at least. I honestly don’t think they’ve ever been a problem this far north before.”

“Well, there sure are a lot around here for something that’s never been a problem.”

“Some forms of infection can spread at an exponential rate in populated areas.” He drains a good half of the coffee in hand. “Our best bet is probably just to find out if there are any other non-infected people anywhere around here.”

Dennis flops across the bed, face down, with a muffled grunt.

Nate just silently continues drinking as the percolator finally finishes beside him and he very seriously considers making a third pot, just in case.

---

Zombies – shambling, groaning, flesh-eating, nearly Hollywood perfect zombies. For fuck’s sake. This should have been such an easy fucking job and now there are zombies.

Viktor strings together another line of curses, voice little more than a low growl, as he chambers another cartridge. Beside him, a terrified little girl whimpers. He simply scowls, sets Glock number one aside, lights a cigarette, and pulls out number two. “Zatraceně zasraný vědci.” Leaning over toward the window, he catches sight of a proper target and empties the last bullet into the back of its skull. What a fucking cliché.

This was supposed to be simple. They had agreed on that fact the moment that the specifications of the job had crossed the table. It should have been routine, easy money. Three towns, three targets, each plan the same; get rid of the scientist, call their employer, and let the clean-up crew come in and deal with the rest. The first two hits had gone off without a hitch. So, of course, it just figures that last one would have to be so much more complicated than it should have been.

“I—I—I w-want m-m-my d-da—daddy.”

Viktor’s jaw clenches as he exhales – slow and even, two thin streams of smoke – as he reloads the gun in hand and wills himself to remain calm. His patience is wearing thin at this point, though. He had not planned for going into this as usual and coming out as a babysitter. The target’s five-year-old daughter was not supposed to be in the house at the time of the hit. She only stayed with him on the weekends. What an absolutely brilliant turn of events that this was apparently the first Monday that she had ever spent with her father.

Dropping his half-smoked cigarette on the floor, he shoves himself up to his feet. He had lost contact with Miguel some time earlier, likely as a result of the scientist’s neighbor backing into an electric pole at full speed after one of the zombies had rushed her car. The impact had cut power to the entire neighborhood and he can only assume that it must be the cause of the interference. With long-range communication down, that leaves only one alternative: he needs to get within the functional range of their radios. Unfortunately, the hit had been planned for the late evening and he had only been able to make it as far as a vacant apartment building a couple blocks away before night had started to set. From here, short-wave does him about as much good as a water pistol.

“Come on.” Viktor has already reached the door and taken quick stock of the corridor beyond by the time he bothers to look back. Unsurprisingly, his unwanted charge remains unmoved, still curled up as small as she can possibly make herself, which is pretty damned small.

“A-are you g-g-gonna take me b-back to da-daddy?”

God give him strength but that stuttering is getting real old real quick. “Ne.” He swings the door open as quietly as possible and waits for a moment, listening for any movement outside, before carefully stepping out and making his way to the stairwell. With the knowledge that their escape route is currently free of hostiles, he takes a deep, centering breath and heads back to where he began.

“Look, holčička.” He crouches down in front of the child and tries to sound as reasonable as possible. Given his current level of frustration, he thinks that he is doing a fairly decent job. Miguel, however, would likely disagree. “Either you just come with me and go wherever I go, quietly and without complaint, or I leave you here. Your choice.” Yeah, Miguel would definitely disagree.

From the way that the little girl’s eyes go so much wider than he would have ever imagined possible, he feels safe in assuming that she disagrees as well and, five minutes later, they are creeping down an alleyway with more stealth than Viktor ever would have expected of a kindergartener.

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What was taking so long?

That is the question that had led Alex out of the band’s bus and that was the question that he now wants to keep from crossing anyone else’s minds. This is all way too fucked up, like the should not be real kind of fucked up. None of this should be happening.

On the ground, backed up against the flat tire of the car that their driver had originally gone to help, Alex kicks hard into the jaw of what may have once been a perfectly lovely young woman and sends her sprawling backward where she lands on top of the monster still gnawing on the corpse of a man who should have still been living and breathing and driving their goddamn bus. Alex’s hand gropes around behind him for anything even remotely useful as a weapon and lands on the tire-iron just in time to smash it into the face of the dead woman once more lunging in his direction. Another strike as she tries to get up and he cringes and almost loses his lunch at the feeling of her skull cracking open and her brain splattering across the pavement. Hell, he really might have lost it if not for the howl coming at him far too fast. This time, he opts not to look as the hears the wet crunch and just leaps to his feet and starts running back toward relative safety.

“Alex?”

Oh fuck. “Stay on the bus, Val!”

“Don’t you fucking tell me what to do, Niccols! What the fuck is going—”

Alex fails to hear the rest as he spins around to slam the tire-iron as hard as he can into something else behind him. This time it gets yanked right out of his hand as the body drops and he scrambles back onto the bus, practically picking up a protesting Val in order to get her out of the way of the door that he immediately slams closed. He lets her go as he collapses into the driver’s seat, wide-eyed and hands shaking, and it takes him a moment to register the sound of his dog whimpering by his knee, let alone that of his own name. When the world comes back into focus, though, Val is staring at him in horror. It takes him another moment to realize why.

“Alex? What the fuck happened?” Whether she sounds more panicked or angry, Alex is far too dazed to tell. Her hands reach for his face, his shoulders, moving down to check every inch. “Are you okay?”

Taking a deep breath, he raises a hand to wipe at his face. No. No he is not okay. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

Val does not look like she believes him at all. “Is that—Fuck. That—That’s blood! Why the fuck are you covered in blood?”

Breathe, Alex. Always a good plan to breathe. “Shh. Don’t…” Never mind. Telling her to keep it quiet is pointless. Everybody else will have heard it already.

He shoves himself back to his feet, legs weak and wobbly, and stumbles as he makes his way through the curtain that separates the cabin from the rest of the bus. It is instantly evident that the rest of the band did, in fact, hear all of that. All three of them are already staring at him before he even properly steps into view. He is pretty sure that Sasha is the one choke out an “on shit” and it is definitely Macy whose response comes out as barely a squeak.

“Blood?” On his feet now, Macy rushes in to cling to Alex’s shirt, bodily fluids not withstanding. “None of it’s yours, right? You’re not hurt? You’re okay?”

Again, Alex reminds himself to breathe, turning just enough so that he can see where Val still stands in the doorway, Parker lying on the floor a foot or so behind her, his ears back and expression scared. For her part, Val is gripping the doorway so tightly that Alex can only assume that she is trying very hard not move and crowd him any further.

“None of it’s mine.” He looks at the faces around him, all of them staring, all confused and various degrees of frightened. It brings everything right back into focus. “We need to—” It takes a deep breath in and a slow breath out to get his thoughts back in line. “Everybody grab a bag, pack food, necessities, just—just whatever.” Stepping a little closer to Val, just near enough to pull one of her hands down from the wall and give it a quick squeeze. “We gotta get outta here.”

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Nate leans out of the passenger side window just far enough to level his sights on one of the creatures that already looks less human and fires. One shot, between the eyes, and it hits the ground and disappears beneath the feet of its companions. He hears a quiet gagging sound come from the driver’s seat and finds himself feeling a bit queasy in turn. They are both going to need to make some real changes to their perspective re: what constitutes a monster and they need to make those changes really quickly because as of right now, it is going to be really difficult to get out of this mess without completely rewiring their conscience.

“Um, Nate?”

With barely a glance spared toward Dennis, Nate focuses himself on reloading. “Yeah?”

“How many, uh—how many of them are back there?”

The question gives him pause but Nate squints to get a count anyway. “About a dozen in view. Why?”

“Because we need to, uh—we have to stop for a minute.”

Nate drops back into his seat so quickly that he nearly smacks his head off the door. “We what?”

Not even bothering to look at him, Dennis simply peels one shaking hand off of the steering wheel to point at something ahead. “We have to stop.”

Nate has to squint but he starts moving the moment that he sees exactly what Dennis is looking at. “I’ve got the door.”

It was rather obvious even from a single glance at a decent distance that the man up ahead, standing stock still in his torn slacks and a blood, rolled shirt-sleeves, was staring straight past the car speeding toward him and cursing the sight of the ever-growing number of zombies trailing behind. Dennis hits the gas and is slamming the breaks in what feels like no time.

Nate shoves the back door open and feels like there is really no room for argument when he shouts to the man to get in but he has been wrong before and apparently he is right now. Instead of heading straight for them, the guy curses in a language that they are now close enough for Nate to tell is definitely not English and turns away.

“Hey!” Dennis spins in his seat to look behind them, which Nate is sure that he immediately regrets. “What the hell? What’s he doing?”

“I don’t know. He’s just—” And that is when the stranger pulls his gun, takes out three approaching zombies in relatively rapid succession, and finally turns to sprint back toward the car. “—getting a little girl.”

The child is practically flung into the back seat and their new passenger wastes no time slamming the door behind himself and snapping, “Go. Now.”

Dennis really does not need to be told and floors it the second he knows the door is closed.

“Take a left onto Carver,” the man continues, his tone speaking volumes regarding how unwilling he would be to hear any question or protest. “Follow signs for the mall plaza.” He leans out the window to pick off a few more of the monsters before Nate’s slightly incredulous look catches his attention and his scowl is honestly pretty terrifying. “You’ll be out of gas before the edge of town so, under the assumption that you wish to live—”

Nate’s eyes narrow in suspicion but Dennis has absolutely no qualms against following the orders of anyone with a plan right now and practically takes the aforementioned turn on two wheels when he nearly misses it.

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“Are you sure you can hotwire this piece of shit?”

“It’s not a piece of shit, it’s a fucking classic.”

Val rolls her eyes at that as she continues trying to calm the utterly panicked Macy currently clinging to her so tightly that he might as well just climb into her goddamn skin. “Fine. Can you really hotwire this ‘fucking classic’?”

Two seconds later, the engine revs up as Alex sits back in the driver’s seat with a trin and a waggle of his stupid eyebrows. Sasha squeals in relief and flings her arms around him from her place in the back seat, as he laughs. “My mechanical genius is wasted on this red wire green wire bullshit.”

He pops the trunk just as something begins to stir inside of the nearby diner and Val shoves Sasha aside to squeeze Macy in so that she can help Nico load their bags at record speed. By the time she flings herself into the front passenger seat, there are already zombies starting to stumble out of the woodwork. Fuck seatbelts. “Gun it!”

Alex hits the gas and they peel out of the parking lot just as the diner’s doors give way.

He had tried to explain what had happened while they packed. It had felt impossible for Val to actually wrap her mind around it at first but once she had seen the mess outside? She had practically dragged Alex and Macy off in search of the nearest source of potential transportation. They needed to find something quickly and it needed to be something fast and she needed to not think about how painfully familiar the blood and gore looked, though she had only ever seen anything like it in her nightmares. When Alex had needed to stop and vomit into the nearest garbage can, she had a feeling that she understood why and a little pocket of rage flared to life in her chest – not because he had to stop but because he never should have been the one to wind up with someone else’s blood on his hands.

“Where are we going?” Macy is the one to finally ask, almost inaudible from where he has curled up against Sasha now, and Val catches his eye in the rearview mirror before she looks toward Alex.

Alex, however, is entirely too focused on driving to really think but so much and instead catches her eye before clearing his throat. “Nick?”

In the back, Nico turns away from the horrors outside of his window. “What?”

“How do you defend yourself against a zombie invasion?”

“Wha—Zombies aren’t exactly my specialty here.”

“No,” Alex agrees, “but zombies are supposed to be a helluva lot dumber than, say, Reavers, right? You know Reavers.”

“So?”

“So how would you defend yourself against an invasion of retarded Reavers?”

The drummer just stares at him for a moment with an expression that plainly says that he may consider that to be the dumbest question that he has ever heard. Eventually, thought, there is an answer. “I’d find the most well-stocked, easily-fortifiable location I could think of and hope I could wait out the attack or find some other way to get through them.”

There is silence in the car and then Alex shrugs. “All right. So, where’s the most well-stocked and easily-fortifiable location we can think of?

Five minutes later, they find themselves screeching into the parking lot of the local mall. The location almost seems somehow normal, given the situation at hand. In fact, were it not for the shrieking horde behind them or the knowledge that Alex is currently doing seventy into a public lot, it might almost feel a little reminiscent of home. Val almost finds it funny, really. What’s funnier to her than coming to a mall for safety, however, is the fact that they were obviously not the only ones with that idea, as they are definitely not the only ones pulling into the place with a bunch of undead goons straggling along behind them.

---

“Miguel.”

There is a burst of static in his ear as Viktor leans out to empty his 22 into the crowd of creatures still chasing behind the car that had picked him up on the highway. Once within range, he takes out a couple of the ones latching on to the other car that had pulled in to the lot at about the same time, too. When his magazine clicks empty, he makes a snap decision to save his 20 for later and drops back into the seat to reload. The driver glances at him in the rearview, looking a little bit frightened, while the original passenger only eyes him for a moment before leaning out of the other side with a freshly loaded shotgun. His fellow gunner might not be terribly trusting but at least Viktor can respect that. Besides, who needs trust? The guy’s a fairly good shot.

“Zatratím tě, Miguel!” The little girl still curled up beside him whimpers. He can hear it over the gunfire, the static, all of the goddamned zombies. It is grating on his very last nerve. “Odpovídáš mě!”

He could hope for no better response than to lean back out just in time to watch as a line of four hostiles drops one by one.

“En ingles, ’mano.” Another line of undead hit the ground as the line sputters out then clears up again, leaving room for easily the most welcome voice he has ever known. “Now where the Hell have you been?”

Viktor nearly laughs. “We can trade stories later, miláčku. Right now, I need cover fire while I try to get these people into the posraný mall.”

“Going shopping?”

“Sklapni. We try the mall or they come to your shop.”

“How many?”

Viktor glances toward the other vehicle still circling around the parking lot with them. “Eight plus me.”

“Well, if they dropped you—”

“Miguel.”

“Sí, sí, the mall sounds like a plan. There’s a garage off to your right. No good angle for me to shoot the lock off but I can keep the number of uglies down while you get in.”

“Děkuji.”

“That means thank you, sí?”

Viktor rolls his eyes. “Sí.”

The line bursts back into static with a laugh.

---

As it turns out, the garage door does not, in fact, require a shot to the lock. It rolls up just enough for the two cars to through before Dennis’s little hatchback even hits the ramp. On the other side, a young woman motions for them to hurry while two men in security uniforms stand to either side of the entrance to help keep the monsters at bay, though it appears that this Miguel guy really only needs the most basic of assistance. His precision is honestly kind of terrifying and Dennis is just as glad not to see any more examples of it as he swerves off to one side so that the other car has room. Nate and their scarier passenger are both out before he even has the damned thing in park, seeing to it that nothing gets in the way of girl at the door to slam the thing shut.

“We saw you on the security cameras,” of the security guards explains as he climbs up to try and jam the gears.

The other car’s driver takes a moment to collect himself, then grabs a wrench and makes his way over to the ladder. “Here. Let me have a look at that.”

“Figured we couldn’t just leave you out there.” The guard climbs down to let the driver up. “Then Shannon said she thought you were headed this way.”

“Thanks.” Dennis finally climbs out only to stretch over the top of his car.

The woman now known as Shannon simply smiles. “No problem. Mercy for your fellow man or something like that.” She laughs and shrugs, looking slightly flustered, though that is probably to be expected, all things considered. “Anyway, come on. Let’s get you all inside. We’ve got food, clothes, relatively comfortable furniture… We’ll get you poor things all cleaned up and sorted out in no time.”

There is a general rumble of agreement as the little group follows her to the door that leads into the connected store, allowing themselves to be ushered toward where another girl is waiting somewhat impatiently. That is, they all follow along aside from one man, anyway, who simply mutters something into his headset before switching it off and making his way back over to the hatchback. Shannon looks back, confused, as does Nate, though he looks more suspicious about it.

Dennis just sighs. “The little girl.” Then he ducks through the doorway and drags Nate away after the rest.

---

“Come on, holčička.” Viktor crouches down beside the open car door with a sigh as the child remains curled up in the center of the back seat. Children. How did anyone actually deal with children, let alone have them by choice?

The little girl simply whimpers and mumbles, “There are monsters out there.”

Well, at least the stuttering has stopped and he supposes he can concede that she has a fair point. “The monsters are outside, not with us.”

Before he can receive a response or think of anything more convincing to say, there is someone else coming up behind him, bending down to look the child in the eye with a painfully sympathetic and all too sugarcoated smile. He might be able to handle the sight of it at any other time but right now, with everything that he has just been through and the way that she has the gall to place one of her hands on his shoulder as if—God, he would really like to wipe that smile off of her face.

“Hi, there,” she says, voice floating in a way that speaks plainly of a familiarity with appeasing people under the age of seven. “I’m Shannon. What’s your name?”

Caught slightly off-guard, the child squeaks. “Um. I—I’m—” The little girl shoots a quick glance toward Viktor then, almost as if asking permission to speak with this new stranger before she finally answers. “I’m Amanda.”

Shannon’s smile becomes even brighter, even sweeter, if that is even possible, and Viktor has to dig his nails into his palms to keep himself from taking out her kneecaps when she leans even further over him, hand squeezing his shoulder. “Amanda? Well, that’s a pretty name! Are you hungry, Amanda?”

The little girl nods.

“Well, we’ve got all sorts of food inside. We’ve got toys, too, and games and books and all sorts of neat stuff.”

“And—and no monsters?”

Shannon laughs. “And no monsters.”

Still curled up in the seat, Amanda chews worriedly at her lip for a moment longer, eyes flashing back and forth between the two adults still there in the door. Shannon keeps smiling, encouraging. Viktor just stays crouched there with a clenched jaw and a headache starting to build behind his eyes. When the girl finally moves, though, it does not go entirely as expected. Rather than reaching for Shannon’s offered hand, she instead launches herself forward to wrap her little arms tight around Viktor’s neck and duck her head in under his chin, completely unaware of the rather undignified look of surprise that he is entirely unable to keep off of his face. Unhelpfully, all Shannon does in response is giggle.

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