#period fic girl strikes again

[ginervacade]

I rewatched Top Gun Maverick and then Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.

You’re getting two more top gun period fics once the sun is up here.

[puck-luck]

There’s not enough Dawson fics on here and I feel like you’re my dealer lol 😂 can I request a Dawson fic where he’s all riled up after that last game with the rangers (ya know where he was in the fight but not the line brawl?) and as soon as he sees his girl he lets out all that energy? Like maybe they don’t even get to the apartment and they get that car rockin 👀

(His fight in that game just isn’t talked about enough)

warnings: semi-public sex (locker room), oral (m!receiving) pairing: dawson mercer x fem!reader summary: (see above) wc: 1174

You know that the locker room is a sacred space for the players. You’ve seen other WAGs enter, but you’d never dared to enter the room until now. You had never really wanted to go in the locker room anyway, since it’s smelly and an entirely-too-masculine type of messy. 

However– Dawson was ejected for the rest of the first period for fighting Will Cuylle. Your boyfriend, who is usually the kind to trade legal hits with players, was ejected for fighting. It’s abnormal behavior for him and you need to know what’s going on– what’s wrong.

“Dawsy, baby, what happened out there?” You ask, knocking softly on the doorframe of the locker room. You peek around into the dressing area, seeing your boyfriend sitting half-dressed in front of his locker. His head is in his hands and he only looks up once you speak.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head because he knows his response isn’t good enough. “Just got frustrated,” he grumbles. “First Ruff is fired, which is hard because it was the middle of the fucking season. We can barely fucking function with a head coach, but we’re a wreck without a proper coaching staff. We’ve got too many fucking injuries on the team right now, too, and then we have to play the Rangers? We fucking hate those guys and they hate us. This game is shit.”

“Babe,” you say, frowning. “You can’t think like that. You won’t win like that.”

Dawson sounds a little hysterical with anger when he replies to you. “I don’t really give a shit about winning right now.”

His tone strikes you at first, sparking frustration of your own, but you’ve always been a more level-headed person. You tilt your head to the side and look at Dawson, saying nothing. 

He turns his palms up and gestures helplessly at you. “I’m just–”

“I know, honey,” you murmur. You sink down to sit next to him, touching his jawline gently. “You’re having a hard game.”

Dawson melts into your touch, groaning lowly. You can feel that he’s disappointed with himself, but also with the game in general.

“Where are the other ejectees?” You ask, making light of the moment.

“Up in the box, watching in their suits with plenty of food and drink,” Dawson tells you, pouting slightly. “I want to go back on the ice, but I wouldn’t complain if I got to go upstairs and hang out for the rest of the night.”

“Well, baby, you know they’ll be doing sprints tomorrow to make up for the shifts they missed,” you say. “Be glad you don’t have to do that.”

“Mhm,” Dawson hums. He takes your hand and squeezes it.

After a beat of silence, you bite your lip. “So, we’re alone in the locker room.”

“Mhm,” Dawson hums again.

A smile creeps across your face. “Take your pants off.”

Dawson perks up, looking at you with a surprised blink. 

You continue. “Dawsy, chop-chop. You know how we handle your frustration at home. We’re all alone in the locker room. Take your pants off.”

“Can’t believe you’re going to make me dress for the game all over again,” Dawson teases, but he’s already unlacing the padded shorts and shifting them down. 

He gives you just enough room to work with. You’re able to pull him out of his underwear, albeit hindered a little bit by his cup. He’s sweaty from the game so far. You can smell it on him, which sucks because he stinks but is wonderful because he feels just that much more turned on by this. 

The head of his cock is salty in your mouth. It takes one purse of your lips around his cock for Dawson’s hand to find the hair on the back of your head. He gathers it into a bundle for him to hold onto, then starts to guide your movements.

You relax, widening your jaw as much as you can so that Dawson can fill your mouth the way he wants to. 

That’s the key part of this– he was frustrated, so he has to solve his problem. You’re just the conduit.

“Fuck, baby, so nice,” Dawson drawls. He pushes your head down, gagging you slightly before he lifts you up. “Love it when you take what I give you.”

You hum around his cock, gargling a little on your response. “Then give it to me.”

He definitely doesn’t understand what you said, but Dawson starts to drag you up and down his cock at a faster pace. You love how his thick fingers tug at the roots of your hair. His grip is tight and mind-numbing. The blurt of his precum over your tongue is like the first sip of a drink you’ve craved for hours. 

His cockhead nudges the back of your throat, triggering another constriction. He pulls back, then forces forward again. 

You look up at him, your eyelashes fluttering with each gag. Tears prickle at the corner of your eyes and you struggle to breathe through your nose, but you’re as perfect as a picture to Dawson. He’d do a lot of things, including getting ejected from the rest of the game, to keep you like this forever.

His pace increases over the next few minutes. You alternate from looking at the hair on his thighs to the sweat that beads along his hairline as he continues to fuck his cock into your mouth. His lips are parted slightly and his breath grows ragged, the telltale sign that he’s close.

With one look at the clock above the door, Dawson knows he needs to finish soon. With your perfect lips around his cock, that isn’t hard to do. 

You simply lather your tongue on the underside of Dawson’s length, tracing the veins there in a ticklish way. It has Dawson’s hips jumping into your heat. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat with every thrust and he holds you close. Even though it’s impacting your breath and making you lightheaded, you stay. The proximity is making you a little wet, too.

Dawson comes down your throat with only a few minutes to spare before the period ends. It gives him enough time to pull his gear back on and cover himself, to smooth your hair out of your face and run his fingers through it like that’s as good as a comb, and to plant one brief kiss on your lips before you have to sneak out of the room. The rest of the boys will be returning any minute. You’d hate to be caught in their sacred space.

You don’t have to ask Dawson if he’s feeling better– you can see the way his game improves once you’ve helped him release his frustration. The only proof of his frustration, other than the footage that was televised across the nation, lies in your stomach– swallowed down in a way Dawson aches to repeat after Chris Kreider scores in the last five minutes to defeat the Devils.

notes: the idea of being someone's fic dealer is so funny to me and i love it. i'll be y'all's dealer any day!

[ichorai]

mishipeshu ; namor.

read part one ; amor.

pairing ; namor x mutant!gn!reader

synopsis ; one rotten fruit does not mean the entire grove is to be thrown away.

words ; 2.0k

themes ; angst, fluff, mutant au, married au

warnings / includes ; black panther: wakanda forever spoilers, more or less a sequel to this fic, reader is a mutant and can transform into a creature known as the mishipeshu, mentions of colonizers and mutant bigotry, descriptions of blood and injuries

main masterlist.

Pain was not a feeling you were unfamiliar with. 

Your entire life, pain followed just behind you like a dark, stormy cloud hanging over your head. It was there when you left Talokan for the surface-world. It was there when the humans turned against you once they found out you were a mutant. It was there when Namor found you amongst them.

And for a short period of time, Namor acted as a barrier to the constant pain—a salve to your wounds. With him, you had duped yourself into thinking that the pain was gone. 

Now, as you stared him down with wide eyes and a clenched jaw, you realized just how foolish you’d been.

“You want to attack Wakanda…” you said, deathly calm, “because they won’t fight your war with the surface world?”

Narrowing his eyes, Namor stepped closer to you. The vibranium-tipped spear clutched in his fist glinted menacingly—you were lucky to have caught him just before his strike on Wakanda. “They killed our people.”

“In self defense!” you retaliated, throwing your arms up. “You were going to kill the girl! She is a kid!”

“I knew it,” your husband sneered. “I knew you still cared for the land-dwellers. After all they’ve done to you!”

There it was. Pain flared within your chest, crawling through the crevices of your ribcage and winding taut. The deep scars that ran down your abdomen and legs never went away, not after all this time—not even with your mutant powers. They were a reminder of their hatred. Of why you left with Namor and came back to Talokan.

“One rotten fruit does not mean the entire grove is to be thrown away, mi amor,” you whispered. Tears pricked the corner of your vision, and you swallowed the heavy lump in your throat. Head held high, you swam over to him, closing the short distance between the two of you. You placed a hand on his chest, just above where his heart laid. “Do not do this. You spared me when we first met—you showed me mercy. Do not tell me the person I fell in love with is gone.”

Conflict warred within his dark irises. This was tearing him apart, you could see it as clear as day. He gazed upon you with part frustration, and part longing. 

For you, only for you, did he take a second to reconsider. 

After a lengthy pause, he spoke again. “If I do not stop them now… we will never be safe from them.”

It seemed that his mind was made. 

“Is this what you want to be?” you spat out, stumbling away from him. “A king that rules through fear? The almighty K’uk’ulkan?” The last word was practically dripping with venomous animosity. 

“I love my people,” hissed Namor. It seemed like he wanted to get closer, but he stopped when you only drew yourself further away. “I love… I love you, mi vida.”

Scoffing, you shook your head. “Perhaps you do. But not more than your hatred for the surface-dwellers.”

The stagnant silence that stretched between the two of you was thick, bordering on torturous. Your husband could only helplessly stare at you. 

“I’m not going to let you attack an entire nation for protecting themselves.” Your words shattered the fragile quiet, like a hammer through glass. Namor’s eyes hardened. The fingers on his spear flexed.

“You can’t stop me,” he warned, uncharacteristically soft.

“I can die trying,” you replied, determined. 

Without having to vocalize it, you knew he was pleading with you to stand down. He tilted his head, regarding you with a wounded expression of betrayal. “You would die for them?”

“No, amor. I would die for you.” Locking your jaw, you rolled your shoulders and morphed into your mutant form—a Mishipeshu, as the land-dwellers called you.

And with that, you lunged. 

You dove at him with unsheathed claws, catching him by surprise and raking your talons down his face with a snarl. Despite his initial shock, he recovered quickly, effortlessly dodging your second strike, grabbing the dagger-like ridges on your spine, and yanking you back out of his way. 

“I will not fight you!” your husband roared. There were deep, jagged gashes running down the side of his face from where you scratched him, steadily leaking dark ichor and dissipating out into the ocean water. It broke your heart to see one of his pointed ears bleeding profusely—it seemed one of your claws had torn clean through half of the cartilage. 

His words fell upon deaf ears.

You swooped downward, sharp fangs sinking into the meat of his shin until you heard a sick crack of his bones cave in with the pressure, and you jerked back, trying to put as much distance between him and the shore as you could. An ear-splitting bellow erupted from his lungs at the pain, but you didn’t let go, only clamping down harder. The bitter taste of his blood hitting your tongue nearly made you gag with revulsion. Your spiked tail, thick and lined with scales the color of fire, was quick to come around and wrap tightly over Namor’s neck as you swam as quickly as you could.

Deep down, you knew there was no way you could hold him off, but you couldn’t ever live with yourself if you at least didn’t try to stop him. The Mishipeshu was more than twice his size, sure, but Namor had the strength of a thousand Talokan fighters combined. 

Sudden pain erupted through your front paw and a caterwaul of fury echoed from your lungs upon seeing his vibranium spear sticking out of webbed foot. Namor grabbed your tail, now limp around his throat, and shoved you away once more, ripping the staff out of your flesh.

“DON’T!” he ordered when you growled, preparing to jump at him once again. The wounds you’d inflicted on his shin and the broken bone made him swim with a minor limp, though you knew that must’ve hurt more than words could describe. “I’ve cut your tail off before—don’t make me do it again.”

It seemed all the commotion alerted the rest of the Talokan warriors nearby and they were by his side in an instant. They pointed their vibranium-arrowed staffs at you, fanning out around your husband. 

Namor studied you for a minute longer, noticing the genuine fear flicker behind the amber eyes of your Mishipeshu form. Slowly, you morphed back to your Talokan form—a clear sign of surrender. 

“I love you, mi amor,” you said to him with a trembling voice, despite the dozens of warriors and spears between you. “Never forget that.”

Swiftly, you turned and swam away. Away from Talokan, away from the war, away from him. You left a trail of blood in your wake, seeping from the gaping hole in your foot. 

“Stop,” Namor barked at the Talokan as they began advancing after you. “Let them go.” They halted immediately. There was a war to win—and he’d fight it with or without you. 

His own words rang in his head.

Let them go.

He found you on the warm beaches of Angola.

It’d been a year since you left Talokan.

He watched you from the ocean as you walked along the shore, stopping every so often to pick up small sea shells. It was a good thing it was nighttime, or else you would’ve seen him lurking amongst the clear waters. 

Perhaps a year ago, he would’ve stormed right up to you, wrapped his arms around you in a way that seemed almost foreign to him now, kissed you until the sun rose once more.

But he was a changed man now. 

He spent an entire year searching—and he knew better than to scare you away like that.

So he waited. 

A couple hours later, the early morning stained the sky with a tangerine haze, and you stepped out of your small beach-side hut in a matching orange tank-top. Around your neck were the seashells you collected the day prior, clacking against your sternum with each step as you made your way back to the shore. There was a figure among the horizon, and initially, you had just assumed it was an ambitious surfer, or a deep-sea diver of some sorts. 

But as the figure grew closer, you began to recognize the dark silhouette. After all—you fell asleep beside the very same body every night for years. 

When your husband emerged from the waters, you stood your ground, staring him down as he strode towards you. Droplets of water meandered down his tan skin, dripping down onto the fine golden sand. The vibranium jewelry he wore shone beneath the daylight, unchanged from when you last saw him.

You noted, with particular interest, that he wasn’t carrying a weapon.

“Took you a while to find me,” you said, so quietly that your words were nearly lost to the whispering wind. 

He studied you silently, dark eyes roaming over you, soaking you in. You’d changed quite a bit—hair cut significantly shorter than it used to be, a few more sun-kissed freckles spotting your skin, and a small tattoo etched into your bicep depicting a pointed ear. But you were still the same in many more ways; your eyes were wide, just like the way they always were when you were watching him, the small, faded scar on your jaw was still there, and you still had that gentle slope to your lips that Namor was never able to resist kissing.

Noticing his gaze directed at your tattoo, you shifted slightly so he could see it better.

“I had it tattooed so you’d always be with me, in a way,” you said, a hesitant smile gracing your lips. 

He stepped closer to you, still quiet.

“K’uk’ulkan—” you started, but he lifted a finger, effectively silencing you.

“Amor,” he croaked out, voice hoarse. “You call me amor.”

And then, he kissed you. It was nearly visceral, how he hooked his arm around your abdomen, and tucked his other hand against the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he leaned into you. His nose knocked into yours almost painfully, but neither of you minded. Both of your hands were splayed over his chest, digging your nails into his pectorals, brushing against his warm jewelry. You trembled against him, a scalding tear slipping down your cheek, mingling with the salt water still dripping down his hair. 

“I missed you… so much, mi vida,” he whispered once you parted ways, his forehead slanting over yours as he gazed at you with blatant affection. “I am so sorry—I was blind with hatred. And I didn’t want to listen to you because I thought backing down from a fight was weak. I didn’t know that living with that… that anger, and being merciful to your enemies is the strongest thing a leader can do. Shuri had every opportunity to end my life a year ago. She wanted to—I could see it in her eyes. But she didn’t. And for the longest time, I was left wondering why. I realized that if we succumbed to our hatred, we would be no better than the surface-colonizers. You were right, mi vida. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh, amor,” you uttered, breathless, snaking your arms over his neck and pressing your nose against the column of his throat as you embraced him, breathing in his scent. He smelled of sunlight, of coconuts, of salt. How you missed him. “I missed you, too. I love you so much.”

He grasped your chin between his pointer finger and thumb, lifting your face so he could meet your gaze. He kissed you again, softer this time, his septum piercing grazing your cheek.

“Come home,” he mumbled, gently stroking your jaw with the back of his fingers. “Come back to Talokan, Mishipeshu.”

You bowed your head, hiding a brilliant smile. “If you’ll have me, K’uk’ulkan.”

[newsourceofnonsense]

The Quite Girl's Heart

A love story of overcoming insecurities and an unexpected romance of a shy girl (Y/N) and a confident boy (Chris sturniolo)

A/N-new to writing, so sorry if it doesn't make sense. Just a sweet little fic to get my writing started. may dive deeper as time goes on.

Music mentioned= Lovers Rock, TV girl

T.W= none (just bad spelling and grammar)

Chris speaking is orange

y/n speaking is pink

This is y/n, when asked to describe herself she is quick to note down how she is pictured as a shy and introverted girl. She is not one to seek attention or crave the spotlight. Instead, she finds solace in her drawings and music, where she can get lost in her own little world. where people wish they can be like her.

Y/N have always been like this, ever since she was a child. Her parents used to worry about her, thinking that she would never open up to anyone. How she will slowly blend into the background. But she may be shy, but she have a big heart and is always willing to lend a listening ear to those who need it.

But despite her kind heart, no one really notices her. She is the shadow in the bustling hallways of the high school. Watching those around her and dreaming of being them. Y/N have a small group of friends, but even they sometimes forget that she is there.

That is until one day, its was last period Maths class, Y/N was not amazing at Maths but good enough to get a good grade. She usually spent maths lessons with her headphones in and doodling in her note book, with her work being finished early on. But today was different, Lovers Rock by Tv Girl had started to play, when she was suddenly interrupted by a figure sitting in the abandoned seat next to her. Y/N took no notice and began to complete her earlier doodle from lunch when the figure beside her tapped her arm.

With a shaky hand she paused the music and looked at the figure. Y/Ns eyes were met with Chris Sturniolo's. She didn't know many people at this school but she knew him. how couldn't you, he is a triplet for god sake. Chris had a slim build and light freckles scattered across his face. His brown hair had grown to a comfortable medium length, and was currently un kept giving Chris a carefree and approachable appearance. Chris's eyes are striking, with a ocean blue iris and a constant smile that lights up his face. Chris is known to have a very confident personality making him popular with the people he meets.

The lingering silence was broken by his confident yet hesitant voice "Sorry for bothering you Y/N, I'm Chris, Miss Koury said that you could help me out with my Maths" every part of Y/N wishes for her to say no, to excuse herself and go back to her own little world. But she could see the desperation form on his face. "Look Y/N, I could really use your help, I cant even begin to tell you how painful these lessons are" he looks down at her desk "and you always seem to get your work done instantly, so you must be really good at it." as he finishes his sentence she focus on that fact that he notices her, it was small and something many people may overlook but when you get overlooked by everyone else you take notice of these things. Y/N begin to reply "me? oh, no. I just like to stay on top of things" continuing on "and it means that the teachers don't bother me and leave me to listen to music" As Y/N spoke she can see that Chris has turned his full attention to her. He listened intently to every word she said, his eyes never leaving her face. She can feel the nerves filling her body.

He began to speak again and sensing the hesitance and uncertainty in her voice he tried his best to get rid of her fear. "Good at maths and organised, looks like I asked the right person to help me out" he leans in closer on a wait for a reply. Chris takes a closer look at Y/Ns face and he finds his gaze linger on her features. Y/Ns green eyes are striking, and Chris cant help but be drawn in by their intensity. He noticed the freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks, adding to her unique beauty. Chris couldn't help but found the shy girls smile enduring, Y/Ns most noticeable feature is her crooked nose. While many may see this as a flaw, Y/N included, in Chris's eyes it made her more attractive. Y/Ns cracked circle glasses sit slightly wonky on her face, but it only added to her character. Chris cant help but admire the black hair that falls in waves around the shy girls face, with streaks of white running through it like a silvery thread. he feels his smile growing as he sees her begin to speak again.

"oh, thank you." a warm sensation filled Y/Ns face, she just know that her cheeks were pink. "so... what exactly do you need my help with?" as soon as she finished her words Chris began "Maths. I really need help with Maths" Y/Ns lips curl upward into a shy smile, and her eyes crinkle at the corners as she giggles making her follow it up with her pushing her glasses up. Chris feels a sense of joy wash over him as he sees her reaction, seeing her become more comfortable around him. "I understand that" she reassures him "but what precisely about maths do you need help with?" Chris follows closely with this answer wanting to her voice again. "well basically everything." Chris said nervously "I see how well you do on test and I was hoping you could teach me your ways, so Miss Koury can finally leave me alone" he scanned her face waiting to see mockery swarm over it, but he was quickly reassured that this quiet girl is far form mockery. "you don't have to be so sweet" Y/Ns cheeks getting even more pink "Of course I will help" Y/N then begins to take out her note book revealing a neatly organized set of notes and practice problems. Chris couldn't help but be impressed by her preparation and dedication to the subject. Chris's confidence was infectious and Y/N could feel herself becoming ill with confidence. A lively but relaxed conversation bounced between them as Y/N explained and empathised points to Chris.

*time skip to the end of the lesson (so basically the end of the day)*

As the clocked ticked closer to the end of the day fellow classmates eagerly prepare there things to go home, whereas Chris and Y/N are still left in there comfortable conversation. Chris can see how passionate Y/N is about helping him, and Y/N couldn't believe that Chris noticed her and right now was laughing and smiling at all her crapy Maths jokes. Y/N could feel her heart flutter every time. Hearing the ruckus happening around him Chris debated on if he should ask Y/N for her number or at least a social media account, But just before he could muster up the courage the bell rang out. "Thank you for giving up your music time to help me Y/N" Chris spoke out as they calmly place their belonging into their bags "cant believe I am going to say this but..." curiosity filled Y/N face and a wave of nerves washed over her in anticipation on what he was going to follow with, then he began to speak. "I really enjoyed this Maths lesson" Then Y/N was hit with a sharp punch of disappointment, she was hoping he would say something different but she wasn't sure what. she plastered on a crooked nerves smile and began to speak "yeah. It was lovely taking to you" now finished zipping her bag she gently brushes pass Chris who is still gathering notes and shoving them into his bag.

Y/N exits the classroom, puts her earphones in and begins walking with the crowds of people to her locker. In her own world placing books neatly on her locker shelf and taking out her jacket a lone hand places itself on her shoulder and she begins to turn. Y/N is now met face to face with Chris again with Nick and Matt standing behind. Chris is struggling to close his bag showing clearly that he rushed to catch her, he catches his breath as Y/N yet again pauses her music for him. "sorry for making you pause your music again" Chris speaks out finally zipping up his bag and making himself look more presentable. "Don't worry it fine" Y/N say to make sure Chris knows he is not burden to her "err..was there something you needed?". Chris subtly looks behind him seeing the figures of his brother wating behind. He debts whether or not to ask for her number than finally begins to speak. "Well I was just wondering" Chris feels his confidence in battle with is nerves "well.... its just that"

The battle was lost Chris's nerves had won. He found himself fill with disappointment when his words coward to safety. "Do you mind helping me next Maths lesson". Y/N heart sinks, she is unsure why but she wishes for more. But with her heavy heart Y/N agrees to help once more "Ur...yeah I will be happy to help" Y/N didn't not want to miss a chance to be with Chris. Y/N has never felt this way before, she realised that when she spoke to him she didn't feel shy. Chris made her feel confident and comfortable in her own skin.

Before Chris could leave Y/N was struck but a pulse of confident and informed Chris "You can find me in the library" she had a sweet smile resting on her face and her eyes had a bright glow. Y/Ns tone softened and she spoke "just in case you need to talk" Y/N shocked by her own words and how forward she was being, stumbling on her next, trying to look less eager to talk to Chris again hoping she hadn't messed up "about the Maths problem" she stumbled out "I don't mind going over any of them" she anticipated to be declined for her offer but was soon was put at ease by Chris's words "Library". Repeating the location almost as to make a mental note, "OK" Chris said more for himself, showing that he retained the information. "well I am sure I will see you soon" he looks as his brothers beginning to walk to the exit sensing the end of the conversation sooner then Chris wanted. With Chris's brothers now out of ear shot he spoke "I'm sure I will have no problem mustering up some Maths questions to have an excuse to disturber your music once again". A pink hue was now painted over his face, with his feelings flustered be quickly turned to catch up with his brothers leaving Y/N with these final words "I have loved speaking to you". Y/N was left to reflect as she put on her jacket, shut her locker and began to walk home. He may had meant nothing by it she thought, it may have been a simple compliment. But still she found herself playing those words back in her mind, replacing the music that plays. Y/N found herself thinking about her interaction with Chris. How she felt nothing but happiness, she felt comfortable around him, her shyness becoming a distant figure in her past. And while she thought this was just a passing moment, that once he got a good grade it will go back to normal, she couldn't help but hope for more, hope that he asks for help with more classes, asks for help with anything. Just so she can she can see his beautiful soul again. Just so she can feel happy again.

*time skip to the next day- lunch time*

last night when finally arriving home Chris instantly began going over his note. Not for revision, NO! but so he can go see Y/N, to talk to her again.

Its now lunch and Chris has branched off from his brothers and his friends to make his way to the library. With a sticky note in hand with random maths questions he needs help with.

Making his way through the library, his confident and outgoing demeanour contrasted with the quite, studious atmosphere. Chris scanned the rows of shelves, searching for Y/N. He cant see her, he start to debate if he should keep looking or spend his lunch with his friends.

yet another battle was waging in his mind and he was scared of who will come out on top.....

*A/N- i hope you liked this. I didn't want it to be too long so if you will like a part 2 just say*

*A/N- any advice or recommendations are more then welcome*

[waywardxrhea]

Captain America: Professional Best Friend installment list

hi! author here! i have decided to take on the massive undertaking of changing this fic from an original character MC to a Reader insert fic so for the foreseeable future this fic will be under construction. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do since I uploaded it to this platform but being in school full time I simply didn’t have the time. Now being on a very much lower course load I have time to make it happen! So! I will reblog the new and improved chapters as I go and I will hopefully make this into the fic I now want it to be!

Introductory things!

Part One - Welcome to New York

Part Two - The Tesseract

Part Three - The Battle of New York

Part Four - The Start of Something New

Part Five - Welcome to STRIKE

Part Six - Trying to Catch my Breath

Part Seven - On Your Left

Part Eight - Just Keep Driving

Part Nine - Lurking in the Shadows

Part Ten - The Winter Soldier

Part Eleven - The Battle at the Triskelion

Part Twelve - A New Job?

Part Thirteen - Transitionary Period

Part Fourteen - The Battle of Sokovia Part 1

Part Fifteen - The Party

Part Sixteen - The Past Catches Up

Part Seventeen - The Battle of Sokovia Part 2

Part Eighteen - The Breaking Point

Part Nineteen - The Past Revealed

Part Twenty - You Got a Friend in Me

Part Twenty-One - Evaluations

Part Twenty-Two - Training

Part Twenty-Three - 27/16

Part Twenty-Four - Ready to Run

Part Twenty-Five - Lagos

Part Twenty-Six - Decisions, Decisions...

Part Twenty-Seven - The Bombing

Part Twenty-Eight - Reunited

Part Twenty-Nine - Something to Believe In

Part Thirty - Happy Birthday Steve!

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Part Thirty-One - Girls' Day!

Part Thirty-Two - Incoming

Part Thirty-Three - Cabin Fever

Part Thirty-Four - The Prank War

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Part Thirty-Five - The Attack

Part Thirty-Six - The Battle of Wakanda

Part Thirty-Seven - Once in a Lifetime

Part Thirty-Eight - Let it Burn

Part Thirty-Nine - First Dates

Part Forty - Beautiful Pain

Part Forty-One - Sisters

Part Forty-Two - The Beach

Part Forty-Three - We’re in the Endgame Now

Part Forty-Four - A New Hope

Part Forty-Five - See You in a Minute

Part Forty-Six - This Means War

Part Forty-Seven - The Chain

Part Forty-Eight - An Evening of Reunions

Part Forty-Nine - Here We Go Again…

Part Fifty - Making Amends

Part Fifty-One - Two Hearts, Just You and Me {The Final Part}

[newlacesleeves]

*slams this fic on the counter* Okay, look. I've been thinking about the parallels between Sam/Tory and Daniel/Johnny for far too long now. And then then season 6 trailer dropped and my brain would not let me know peace until I wrote this fic so I wrote it over a 48-hour period until I could finally get it all out. Enjoy.

AFTERBURNER | Lawrusso, Samtory, Johnny Lawrence & Samantha LaRusso | T | 8,634 words | non-linear narrative & parallels all the way down

The thing about history is we're doomed to repeat it. That's what Mr. Murray says on Sam's first day of AP World History. It's human nature, he says, to make the mistakes of our ancestors. The only way to anticipate these mistakes is to learn of them, learn from them, and hope we can use what we've learned to avoid the same pitfalls as our predecessors.  --- A fic about patterns, trusting, and how history is always just repeating itself.

The inciting incident, like most things in Johnny's life, is a punch to the face. 

Before the twerp manages to land it — right into Johnny's mouth pow! right in the kisser! — it's just a game to Johnny. Here's this skinny kid moving in on his girl, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong, like a gnat in the sand just buzzing around. And Johnny, sure, he toys with him. Dances around him and lets him try to land one. But it's only when he manages to get a good one in there that Johnny sees red and nothing else. Because who does this kid think he is? Who does this kid think Johnny is? Doesn't he know who he's dealing with here? He can hear Kreese’s voice in his head: the enemy deserves no mercy. And Johnny doesn’t know who this kid is by name but he knows he’s just made a new enemy.

So Johnny shows him. With fists and kicks and a hard landing with a mouthful of sand. Forces him to cover up the dark bruise around his eye with a pair of aviators on his first day of school. Hide those Bambi soft brown eyes from Johnny's field of vision before he can even think about losing himself in them. 

That one punch sets each of them forward on a trajectory they are powerless to change. Their moves are now set in motion, each one preordained: LaRusso ducks left and Johnny swings right, LaRusso runs and Johnny chases. The interference by deus ex sensei only prolongs the inevitable moment: the pivotal accident that the tournament is only a few weeks away. That Kreese will do anything to win, even asking Bobby to fight dirty and deliver that crushing blow to the knee: it’s all a set up for the perfect storm that ends with Johnny’s face getting kicked by what shouldn’t be a long graceful leg but somehow it is. A beautiful kick. And if Johnny’s going to get kicked like that, it had better be a beautiful one. 

Johnny finds himself wondering what would have happened if that fist never swung his way. How different 1984 would have ended. First ever three-time All Valley Champ. Would Daniel LaRusso have found karate without punching Johnny Lawrence first? Would Johnny have found Daniel some other way? 

It's useless to wonder what could have been but Johnny does it anyway. He wastes years on it until one day he’s forced to walk into LaRusso Auto and sees the smug, charming, ageless face that’s plagued him all this time. Another hit, this time a hit and run, that resets the board and puts them in motion again. 

Three and a half decades later, LaRusso swaps a punch for a kiss — another pow! another pop in the mouth! — and just like that first night, Johnny doesn’t see it coming until it’s already happened.

He doesn’t see red but he does strike back. Uses his hands to tell LaRusso just what Johnny thinks about that, one with a grip on his jaw, the other threading through his stupidly soft, dark hair. Pushes him up against the wall of the dojo because this is just another fight that Johnny’s going to win.

LaRusso pulls back with puffed up lips and heavy dark eyes. His hair’s a mess and his grin is infectious. 

Another inciting incident. 

[eowynstwin]

returning for more book recs cause I eat your recommendations up like communion bread in an attempt to save me

Be saved my child

Also I’m going to deviate from the norm and recommend some manga, please don’t draw and quarter me I was a weeb in a past life

Paint the Wind by Pam Muñoz Ryan is a relatively easy book to read that nonetheless made me cry several times as a child. After the sudden death of her domineering grandmother, a young girl discovers she has family raising horses in the west, which she has always dreamed of.

A Bride’s Story by Kaoru Mori is a slice of life historical epic centered around both the daily life and marriage practices of Turkic Central Asia. This manga is meticulously researched and FABULOUSLY drawn. Mori is the kind of artist you only see once in a generation. I worship at her feet.

Emma also by Kaoru Mori is another work of historical fiction, this time set in England during the late Victorian period (my beloved). It follows a maid who falls in love with the son of a social climbing nouveau riche family, interspersed again with depictions of daily life of the time period.

The Right to Sex by Amia Srinivasan is a collection of feminist essays that follow the rise and dispersion of the incel movement, particularly the multi murder-suicide of Elliot Rodger. Amia explores the sexual expectations of heterosexual culture and interrogates the scripts set up that facilitate it. General trigger warning for discussions of rape and misogyny.

Second Place by Rachel Cusk is a short work of lit fic about a woman’s emotional affair with an artist who hates her. That’s kind of the best way I can describe it but it’s also about motherhood, marriage, solitude, loneliness, Covid lockdown (tangentially), and old age. The narrator invites a painter she admires to take residence in a cottage on her property for a season, and things don’t go well.

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong is part memoir part letter to his mother reminiscing on the childhood he shared with her. Ocean’s mother cannot read, and thus this letter divulges far more about Ocean’s life than he might ever actually tell her. He relates his experience growing up in poverty as a gay Vietnamese immigrant with two women marked permanently by the aftereffects of the Vietnam war.

Time Is a Mother by Ocean Vuong is his second poetry collection which follows the death of his mother. Vuong explores the relationship of writing and grief, and honestly I have a hard time summarizing any poetry collection because I’m only an amateur poetry enthusiast. Amazon History of a Former Nail Salon Worker and Dear T hit especially hard if you’ve read the book I recommend above.

Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson is a novel in verse reimagining the myth of Geryon and Hercules as the bildungsroman of Geryon, who falls in love, or the closest thing to it, with Hercules as a young man and meets him later in life only to be disillusioned about who he’s become. Not to be irreverent but this is the best mslash lovers to strangers fanfictiony Greek retelling I’ve ever read. Song of Achilles eat your heart out. (I’m reading the “sequel” red doc> right now but I’m not finished with it yet.)

A Psalm for the Wild Built by Becky Chambers on the surface is a solarpunk novella set on a world fully recovered from its Industrial Revolution, but in actuality it explores dissatisfaction with life even in the closest thing we could ever get to a utopia. A monk named Dex realizes they are no longer happy in their profession and strikes out to serve tea in the countryside, and meets a robot from the forest who wants to know if humanity needs anything. A very kind book.

I have a few others in mind but I want to recommend them specifically alongside various fic series. Hope you enjoy these!

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[anxiouspotatorants]

Hey I am trying to write a fanfic right now and I saw you had some Dave Rygalski headcanons before so... do you have any Dave headcanons about his home life and like him outside of the characters we see on the show?

Hey, I am so sorry for not replying sooner but how sweet of you to think of my headcanons! It really warms my heart to see people still actually interacting with those Dave posts. I’m guessing my input will be irrelevant for your fic by now but I still love this as a prompt so I figure it would be fun to still write and post a reply. Also if/when the fic is up and running please send me a link so I may devour it!!

I never thought all that much about Dave’s homelife. I assume he’s in a two-parent household, but unsure about siblings pets and general family dynamics. Now that I’m thinking about it Dave does seem like the type to have sisters, maybe two or three. He doesn’t strike me as someone with active drama going on with his family during the show (which would be a rare sight on Gilmore Girls), but then again that’s just my take. If I remember correctly he is canonically Jewish, but as a European gentile I don’t exactly find myself informed enough to make religious or too culturally specific headcanons for a Jewish US American boy in 2000s New England.

What I do headcanon is that Dave, Zack and possibly Brian all come from a neighbouring town instead of Stars Hollow. I know US small towns can be a lot bigger than what we define as small towns where I’m from, but Lane’s never met Dave before the band and Stars Hollow is a tiny town with presumably only one high school. They should’ve met by season 3 if Dave was a townie.

I also headcanon that he can’t wait to get out of small town life, which is why he applies to study in California. I don’t think he hates small towns (if he did he would spend a lot less time in ST and a lot more doing daytrips to NY) but he’s probably never truly felt at home and hopes to find that sense of belonging in a physically bigger place. Whether he’s right about that assessment or not is a whole ‘nother case though. I think he has a really tough first year in college getting used to a far noisier and busier city and not having that safe group to constantly fall back on like he would back in New England.

Another headcanon specifically about everyday homelife is that Dave is the technician of the family. Because of his audio-tech passion his parents and potential siblings just assume he’s great at all tech and electricity, forcing him to be the one who has to figure out how to fix a faulty satellite and learn the fuse box, and at some point just switch out all the lightbulbs in the house.

Other headcanons I have which have little to do with homelife include:

Dave’s more of a sci fi geek than fantasy geek (not that all fantasy fanboys know Tolkien inside out but in GG he would’ve picked up on Mrs Kim’s quote… also he’s big into sound tech and I headcanon him as eventually getting into tech period). The boy knows his Asimov, his Analog, his Star Trek, his battlestar Galactica and most definitely keeps tabs on the Syfy Channel.

Sci fi preference be damned that boy is doing something tabletop related and my money is on either Dungeons & Dragons (the guys is studious af and has Brian and Zach as friends) or Magic the Gathering (and yes he would spend all his lunch money and then his student loans on the damn cards)

He might have anxiety (not to do armchair psychology but there’s a vibe. The ones who know, know)

He could become a little tech broish while studying in California (I mean Silicon Valley is right there) but I think it would just be a phase and that he’s more obsessed with nerding out over how things work than spreading the Web3 gospel. And I still stand by my headcanon that he goes into sound engineering or sound related tech for work after college.

Tardiness be damned I hope this was a fun and somewhat insightful read, if only on how I tend to headcanon these folk!

[the-fiction-witch]

Fantasy

Media TMR au

Character Newt

Couple Newt X Reader

Rating smut af!!

Concept dirty little fantasy

Smut 'princess/ mastubation/ consensual rape play kinda?/ Nipple play/ breast play/ fingering/ eating out/ pantie stuffing/ vibrators/ magic wand/ torcher/ squirting/ mystery intruder/ Hickis/ full sex/ jizz/

Warning: I don't know how to explain this so I will do my best in this fic, there is rape play or well semi consensual play is better, they are agreeing it is consented will safewords, for a 'intruder non consensual fantasy' they do consent to doing the roleplay there is just semi consensual non consensual elements in the roleplay just wanted to clarify that for everyone.

I rushed along with the steam of people from room to room all of us trying to get where we were going within the short time between bells. I rushed into the room and immediately saw on the board a seating plan I was always concerned with seating plans as you can end up in pretty terrible places. They only do it to try and split people up even if it never works. I found I was to sit at the back beside… him. I nervously approached the table seeing him sitting there.

His converses against the chair's metal legs dirty and tattered, dark brown cargo pants also dirty and well-tattered, a grey hoodie that swallowed his skinny body up now allowing any of his skin to be seen, even the hood up with only the small fringe of his hair visible its gold and chocolate colour with a bright blue steak that honestly looked like he took a blue highlighter to his head last period. He had headphones in his ears with the cord coming down from the hood into his pocket. 

“Alright everyone phones away, and attention forward,” The Lecturer said so I took my seat and put my books down. He rolled his eyes pulling his headphones out soon enough we got out the worksheet for the day and of course once everyone began working and the lecturer left everyone began to talk among themselves. So I tried to strike up a conversation 

“Uhh Hi” 

He only glared at me chewing some gum in his cheek “what?”

“I was just saying hello” I answered sheepishly

“Whatever,” he says returning to his work, finishing his questions quickly and starting to doodle in his notebook 

“I’m y/n” I smiled trying once again to start a conversation 

“Wonderful.” he says 

“And you are?”

“The fucking tooth fairy,” he says clearly annoyed so I silenced myself and got on with my work “Isaac.”

“Isaac. Nice to meet you”

“Just call me newt. If ever you wish to actually speak to me”

“Okay, newt” I nodded “what-” I began but he spoke up interrupting me 

“The less you speak. The happier I’ll be”

“Okay” I nodded just getting on with my work. 

I sat up at my desk, typing away on my laptop the lights down low, typing up my little fantasy, the little things I dreamt off. I don’t know why I do at this point but still in my little notes to read when I feel particularly giggly. Writing my little notes about invaders, about masters and mistresses, about monsters and mad lusts. All for my own personal use knowing knowone but me would ever see them. 

I sat at my table doing my work for the day, I caught sight of newt beside me as he made his work sheet into a paper airoplane he saw me looking and simply glared at me “What?”

“Just curious what you where doing.”

“Curiousity killed the cat”

“Did it?”

“Well someone did” he says

I focused back on my work trying to get the work done.  

“Whats your deal anyway?”

“My deal?”

“Your vibe. Your thing. You just sort of seem to… be”

“Isn’t that normal?”

“Whatever Princess”

“P-Princess?” I asked blushing hard unable to think off… my little smutty dreams 

“Ohhh” He smirked “Thats the kinda girl you are” he smirked the bell rang so everyone began to gather their stuff he threw his backpack over his shoulder “See you later, Princess” he smirked pinching my butt before he headed off to his neck class. 

I sat on the yard on my little bench book in hand having a sweet read of my book, “Hey Princess” I looked up and saw newt smirking at me 

“Hello Newt” I rolled my eyes a little 

“Missing something?” he smirked 

“What are you talking about?”

“You really don’t miss it?”

“Miss what?” I asked 

“This?” he smirked revealing my phone from his pocket

“Where did you get that!” I yelped snatching it from him

“I found it”

“Where?”

“You left it on the desk in social studies” he smirked 

“Well thanks newt”

“Don’t worry about it princess. See you around” He chuckled heading off somewhere else 

I nervously went though my phone incase anything was missing, not that I don’t trust him…. Well I don’t. Nothing seemed to be missing or changed so I breathed a sigh of relife and put my phone back in my pocket. 

I walked down the grey stone street holding my books close to me, I know he’s hovering behind me, following me home. I sighed and turned around to face newt “What are you doing?” I asked 

“Walking home?”

“You never walk this way home”

“Well I wanted to walk this way today”

“You know newt if you wanted to walk me home you could have just asked?”

“Could I princess? Did I read right?”

“What?”

“On your phone, your parents are out of town?”

“....yes” I admitted “Till tuesday” 

“interesting” he smirked 

“Why?”

“Curious”

“Curiousity Killed the cat”

“Did it? See you around princess” he smirked heading off his own way, I was a little nervous but headed home and locked the house up. 

I sat in my bed unable to stop reading though my little writings as I laid unable to sleep contemplating perhaps having some fun as I was all alone. I read about a man forcing his hands on me in a crowded train carriage. I knew it was horrible. I know if it was something to happen in reality of scream and cry, but I'm my own mind it's safe under my control, a sick fantasy I would never act on. As I laid in bed I heard a sound but I didn't think much off it probably just a bird or something. So I nuzzled closer to my pillow getting cosy in my bed I heard a creaking but thought little off it just the house spooking me as I'm here all by myself focusing on my phone when all of a sudden I felt something grab my ankle making me squeal as I was aggressively pulled from my bed I screamed but quickly a hand was put over my mouth silencing my screams "hello princess" his voice smirked in my ear holding me tightly 

"Newt!' I yelled pulling his hand away "what the hell are you doing in my house!" 

"Exactly what you want me to do" he smirked grabbing my hands pulling them behind me and locking them into handcuffs

"What the hell!" I yelled "let me go!'

"No. I won't' he smirked throwing me on my rug immediately pinning me down there 

"Let me go!" I yelled 

"No princess" he smirked throwing a black backpack down beside me as he smirked down at me in my little nightie 

"What are you doing here?'

"Well. I read your little story"

"My what!'

"On your phone." He smirked "a very interesting read princess. About big tough men, touching you and having there way with you" he smirked "I figured as your parents are gone for a few days… I could help you live out one of those dirty fantasies of yours" 

"But I don't really want that!'

"Don't you?'

'there just fantasy newt silly little dreams"

"Well. Reading them got me hard. The thought of you being so… into that stuff. I'll do it. If you want me to. Or is it part of the fun to… not want me?"

"I uhhhh"

"I get it princess. The safewords fantasy. Unless you say it I won't stop" he smirked 

"Newt i-" 

"And if you want harder say my name princess" he smirked kissing down my neck 

I blushed hard unsure what I wanted to do and all that I could think of was "I'm a virgin"

"Really?" He smirked and I nodded "ummm you bad bad girl" he growled "that's alright princess. I can fix that" he smirked pressing himself against me rubbing his erection against my panties 

I gasped and tried to struggle away but given my restrains and his weight above me it was impossible "newt" I complained to which he smirked pulling back and taking my nightie in his hands firmly gripping the cotton and with a quick pull he ripped it apart completely exposing my bare breasts to him which I instantly tried to hide and struggle against but he just sat his knee on my leg and his hands on my hips leaving me with no escape as he chuckled 

"My perky little princess" he smirked playfully tugging on my nipple to harden it before grabbing my breasts one in each hand firmly groping me "ummm fuck ohh god they feel so good" he moans his eyes rolling back a little as he squeezed, groped, fondled, and massaged my breasts often times twisting and rubbing on my nipples with his fingers making me whine and struggle but he never let me move very content to play with my tits for what felt like hours leaving my nipples hard and sore from his playing. 

"Newt please stop-" I began 

"If you wanted me to stop you'd use the safe word. Not the rougher word. Humm or does my little princess just not wanna admit how much this turns her on" he smirked, unzipping the backpack revealing a whole bunch of items that made my heart race. Rope. Tape. Paddles. Vibrators. And a large magic wand. 

"Where did you -"

'I bought them just for you princess" he smirked he grabbed the rope and tried my legs in such a way that I had no choice but to keep them as apart as they would physically go tied to my bedpost and the leg of my chest of drawers he smirked stroking my panties softly 

"Newt please i-"

"Don't whine princess. Master will fix you up don't worry" he smirked pushing my panties to the side 

"No please! Newt don't-"

"Why not?"

"Now ones ever touched -"

"Never? Just you?" He asks and I nodded "humm… well I did break in princess. So I am going to make sure I steal something valuable" he smirked slipping his fingers inside me making me squeal curving my back trying to struggle away "oh yeah. Dripping wet for me princess" he growled kissing my neck leaving Hickis all over me as he fingered me aggressively moving his fingers back and forth curving them and moving them to cause endless pleasure which only amused him more "maybe I should come bye every night your so much fun to watch princess" he smirked 

"Newt stop please I-"

"Oh i'll stop. When you say the word. When you say the safe word and admit what a little dirty girl you are" he smirked "ummm just reading those little things on your phone got me so hard princess. I couldn't help imagining bring the one who gets to ruin you" he smirked "did you fantasize me too?"

"No I never-"

"Liar." He growled moving to lick and suck on my nipples as his fingers worked hard 

"Uuughhhh newt!' 

"Where are they?'

"What?"

"Your toys"

"I haven't-"

"No? Good I got everything then" he smirked reaching into his backpack pulled out a well sculpted and textured vibrator he removed his fingers and wiped them down the toy leaving my wetness there without hesitation he pressed it against me watching for my reaction I just tried to avoid his eyes, to which he smirked and pushed it as deep inside me as it could go making me squeal in shock but even louder as the moment it was hilt deep inside me he turned it on letting it vibrate on full inside me making me squeal trying to move from the pleasure but it impossible due to my ties which only admired him more watching me struggle "ohh yeah. You dirty dirty girl" he growled "fuck just let me watch you… ummm I wanna watch my princess cum" 

"Noo! I-"

"Oh I'll make you cum princess. Even if I have to force it out of you' he growled kissing down my chest and stomach until he reached my clit giving it soft kisses as the vibrator worked 

"Ahhh newt please ! No more!" I begged 

"You know what. I'm gonna have my fun. You wanna say your safe word scream. Until then" he smirked tugging off my panties balling them up and stuffing them in my mouth "fuck you look so hot" he growled "but let's really have some fun" he dorked getting a role of tape from his backpack he cut a few prices with his teeth using them to secure small vibrators against my nipples both of which he turned on leaving me compelletly at his Mercy I did my best not to moan or squeal trying constantly to struggle away which only made him chuckle he knew how close I was and smirked down at me "still? You won't cum princess. Hummm I know how to make you" he growled grabbing the magic wand immediately i panicked he settled it on my clit and taped the body of the wand to my floor "you ready princess?'

I shook my head in desperation but he turned it on low to start with but immediately it made me squirt and squeal feeling it's harsh intense pleasure "fuck. Look at you princess" he growled undoing his belt and pushing his pants down to take his hard cock in his hand jerking off over me as he watched me "uuugh… fuck. Princess. Uhh oh yeah squeal princess" he muttered as he watched me slowly but surely increasing the speed of the wand until I hit my orgasum squirting alot and arching my back, my eyes rolling back as I did but he didn't make It stop in fact he increase the wands speed leaving me to whine in my desperation but he didn't care still jerking himself off as he watched me biting his lip hard it didn't take me long already overstimulated to hit another even more intense orgasum tears now steaming down my cheeks and still he wouldn't make it stop until he suddenly snapped pulling the vibrator out of me and moved the wand away for a second I breathed in relief but he slipped inside me raw his head rolling back "oooh god yes. Yes! Uuughhhh fuck me, princess!" He groans loudly taking no time to start his aggressive intense thrusts I couldn't help rolling my head back feeling the pleasure of having him inside me "fuck! Princess! Uuuuuuuuuuughh I need you so bad! You feel so good." He moaned getting faster and faster more merciless every second "yes! Tighter! Fuck your pussy is heavenly princess!" He moaned I knew he was close and honestly I worried given how intense my own pleasure was until he grabbed the wand again still it back on my clit and setting it on full he held it there not allowing me an escape as he worked leaving me a screaming mess I spat out my panties fighting back tears 

"Newt please -"

"Just a little longer princess" he groans 

"I can't, no more please-"

"Just one more please princess!" He whines and meer seconds later I hit another my voice shredding as I did he let me ride it out turning the wand off and pulling out quickly I was confused why for a second as I got my breath but almost as soon as he pulled out I felt his seed spill across my stomach he turned everything off and leant against my bed "fuck. That was awesome"

"I don't know how I feel about it"

"You loved it" he smirked untiring my legs Letting me out from everything and I fixed myself up a little

"So"

"So?" He smirked 

"Ummmm" I smiled leaning on his shoulder

"Good girl" he Cooes playing with my hair "you like it? I wanted to give you your fantasy even if we had the safe word. So you could see if you really like it on a safe way. It's just me after all"

"Thanks newt"

"Do you like it?"

"I think so. With you"

"I like it too. With you" he smiled giving my lips a little kiss "did I really take your virginity? Or was that just part of the roleplay?"

"It's true"

"Ohh? Did you enjoy it?"

"Very much"

"Would you want to again?'

'so long as it's you. And maybe you know next me first"

"Fair enough,"

"Would you?'

"You want me to play your sexy intruder again you have only to ask my princess" he Cooes "my numbers in your phone I'll see you in class" he says giving me a kiss before he got up and sorted his stuff "I'll get out the way I came in" he says going to leave 

"Newt?"

"Yeah?'

I blushed and slipped what was left of my nightie off grabbing a little sundress from my laundry pile turning to have my back to face him

"Yeah?" He repeated a little puzzled but clearly happy he got to see me naked 

"Long train journey isn't it" I said glancing at him over my shoulder he smirked dropping his bag turning the light a little lower before closing the gap between us pressing himself against me in my little dress

"Humm it is princess. But I don't mind it being long and crowed of I get to be… pressed up against your sexy ass" he smirked grinding against me "now stay quiet princess or someone will hear you" he smirked grabbing my breasts 

[freshlyrage]

Running Like Water

Chapter 2

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues, first few chapters are flashbacks to high school, they WILL NOT be explicit just fluff.

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

Fic Summary: Andrea has loved Javier since she was a girl in pigtails, yet he has always been off limits. Andrea's older brother Frankie makes sure Javier never crosses any lines, which was an easy task considering Javi's relationship status with long term girlfriend Lorraine. Somewhere, the lines blur.

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At the corners of your eyes, tears. You had seen Javier kiss Lorraine’s cheek in the halls. It was whispered around the school that she finally tied him down.

Well, you also saw her running out of his house one night while your mom drove you into town. You had to lie to your mama and say you were feeling sick so she could turn around and take you home. Just so you could have time to be upset, alone.

Monica gave you a sympathetic frown when she broke the news at lunch. The girls knew how much you like Javi although you never really said it out loud. But you never had to.

Lorraine was a class act. Science research, volleyball, top of her class and worst of all akin to Cheryl Ladd. The one actress Javier has hanging above his bed, a peak you got to sneak two years prior when he asked you to snatch some weed from his room. Wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, one of 10 white girls at the school and deemed prettiest. And she was pretty. Full lips and a smile that could blind.

You tugged at your hair a bit harder in frustration when thinking of just how beautiful she was. You couldn’t wait for your walk home to end so you can scream into your pillow.

“Andrea!” A voice shouts, one you know all too well. You wipe your eyes quickly, seeing the truck pull up next to you. Javier, leaned over the wheel, slowly inching his truck to follow you as you walked. Of course, Lorraine was in the passengers seat, a sweet smile on her face. God, you couldn’t even hate her. She waves sweetly, she could tell you’ve been crying. He clears his throat, “Do you need a ride home?”

You look up the hill, knowing you have 20 more minutes to your commute. The cold wind hitting your face, my face is probably so red right now. “Oh, I’m okay.” Your voice weak. If it wasn’t evident, you were just crying it surely was now. Javi abruptly stops the car, causing Lorraine to jolt forward. His brows furrowed as he tried to examine your face. You didn’t know at the time but apparently there wasn’t an emotion you could hide on your face.  

“Get in the damn car Andrea.” He demands, earning a glare from Lorraine. She mutters a don’t talk to her like that.  To which he replies by just glancing back at her than at you.

You swallow hard, feeling worse than you did 5 minutes ago before obliging. You climb into the back seat of the truck, earning a look from Javi. He’s trying to read your face now that you were closer, he notices the red spots under your eyes from where your tears dried.

Again, if he notices it, he ignores it and begins driving.

Lorraine pops gum in her mouth before turning in her seat to poke her head to view you in the back seat. She reaches a manicured hand out, a light pink tint. “I’m Lorraine, Javier’s girlfriend.” The two of you have met, she even spoke to you briefly about Javi. That was 2 months ago at homecoming, she must have forgotten. You knew she was yet the label strikes you right in the chest. And shit, she was lucky that you were 5 days off your period because if not you would have burst into tears right there in the crew cab.

You shake her hand, smiling. “I’m Andrea-”

“We’ve been friends since middle school, got into lots of trouble with her although she was never the trouble.” Javi laughs with his eyes on the road, Lorraine smiles at him and sits straight again. And you watch as he puts his hand on the back of her seat. 

In 3 minutes, he stopped at Lorraine’s. “I hope to see you soon Andrea!” She turns away from you before looking over at Javi who was already leaning over the console waiting for her to look at him.

His eyes peeled to her lips, “Bye baby.” His lips quirk before she plants a kiss. Your head immediately snaps away. It does make your head spin, wishing you could get home so you could cry this out. Lorraine giggles and hops out the car, running to her home.

With your eyes peeled on the car floor Javi lets out a satisfied sigh. You could just feel the smile on his face as he looked out the windshield. “Come to the front.” He says after a minute of thinking fondly of his girl.

Again, with the pang in your chest you oblige, jumping out the car with your books in hand and climbing into the seat where Lorraine just previously kissed him from. Crossing your legs, your new denim still stiff. The white shirt tucked into the high waisted pants slightly untucking with your movement. He starts the pickup again; you look to him and his eyes are on the textbooks in your lap.

He reaches to grab them, your eyes following his hands before reaching to the back seat to lay them down. “You okay?” His eyes on the road again, driving down. Passing the rest of the ranch land which you walked by every day. “It’s safe in town but you really shouldn’t be walking home, it gets so dark early now.” Javier says, homes coming into view.

An “are you okay” is what would send you over the edge but It was so crucial in this moment to not show how frustrated you really were with something so stupid. Of course, he was going to get a girlfriend, of course I would have to be around him and his girlfriend. Of course, he would make me get in his car if he saw me walking alone at 4:30 pm.

“I’m fine, the wind all in my face you know…” You lie, wishing you had the textbooks in your lap to grip out of nervousness, now you could only push your hair from your face. The layers Genevieve cut became overgrown around two months ago. You would keep this look but it’s not quite “in” now, everyone’s cutting their hair and teasing it. You aren’t sure if it would fit you though.

You watch as Javier grips the steering wheel. “Doesn’t your friend have a car?” He asks inquiring about Monica who was actually in his grade and had been driving you around all summer. “She should be taking you home.” A frown forms when he approaches a car, teenage boys from school. Staring into his truck.

Monica was taking you home, but now she leaves her car at home. She goes straight to Christian’s house after school to do whatever they do. She promised she’ll start taking the car back to school when lacrosse starts up. You laugh at her crying in the bathroom because her hair would not cover the mark he left on her neck. “Her boyfriend takes her every-where, you know how it is” You joke about his new status of “boyfriend” which causes me to earn a side glance from Javier. It was playful, but you truly were a bit salty about it. Very salty.

How was everything he did so hot, I need to open his car door and jump into the dirt. Leave me rolling there Javier.

He laughs, “Well maybe you should get a boyfriend with a car.” He reaches over turning up Curtis Mayfield on the radio despite the drive coming to a close soon.

And you swear to god you don’t think, “Why would I need a boyfriend when I have my brothers friend to make me get in his truck.” Your face turns beet red at your own words, he snaps his head towards you with a bit of a flare in his nostrils and a playful smile on his lips.

He gives you a head shake before circling the street again, oh.

Maybe he’s lost, but maybe he’s trying to buy time to keep talking to you.

You know well… You know he aint lost. “Been friends for years and you still call me your brothers friend.” He says in a tone close to reflection, like he’s thought about this before.

Your eyes widen at his statement, “Sorry-” You apologize and for what, you weren’t really sure but his laugh rings through the car. How you’ve missed that sound.  

“Don’t apologize, I just would think- I don’t know I refer to you as one of my childhood best friends when you’re brought up. Feels embarrassin’ when you can’t even call me your friend.” The accent he tries to desperately hide sneaks through, could you get redder?

Best friend? Brought up? When do I get…

“What do you mean brought up?” A nervous laugh slips your lips, he circles the block again. He shakes his head, his eyes unreadable. You just wanted to grab his face and make him look at you. We’d probably crash.

“You know all the junior boys. Got a few of them asking me about you,  thinkin’ you’re pretty and all.” He laughs and speaks again before you could let the butterflies flutter deep in your stomach. “Gotta tell them to relax, don’t let no boy talk to you the way those guys do…” His grip tightens the wheel.

You don’t respond this time, just nod. You also know that whatever you say will only reveal how much you liked him. How him indirectly calling you pretty settles something deep in your stomach you were far too shy to ever talk about. He circles the block a third time despite the conversation dying.

“Chucho is making dinner, you wanna stop by? You can call your mom or Frankie from the kitchen, it’d be nice for my dad to have some people over he always cooks like he’s expecting guests.” His voice shy, it was new or new for the person he is now.

He’s around school getting treated like he’s hot shit, you wondered if they knew he gets shy asking his childhood best friend to dinner.

You nod in agreement and he finally gets on the right track to his home. You almost don’t want to invite Frankie or mom, just so It could just be You, Chucho and Javi.

“I was gonna ask Lorraine, but you know… too soon to bring a girl to my dad. A girl who isn’t Mexican at that.” He jokes, immediately crushing the delusion you made in your head. Of course, yeah of course.

You nod and smile as he approaches his dirt driveway. The porch light on already, the sun setting. Javier grabs the textbooks from the back and you two hop out of the truck. Chucho is already to the doorway by the time your boots scrape the dirt. His cattleman hat matching his white button down, it’s rare he isn’t wearing his sunglasses but they would seem quite impractical. A rare smile on his face as he watches you follow behind Javier.

“Andrea! Was getting nervous I’d never see you here again.” He pulls you into a hug, kissing your cheek. He reaches over to grip Javier’s shoulder before letting you in. The house was a classic, brown furniture all over. It hadn’t changed since that summer two years ago. Being a single dad meant being busy, not time to doll up a home. You know that Javier’s mom had bolted when he was 3, Frankie mentioned it but it was never uttered from Javier himself. Conversations with Javier were always light-hearted and teasing, you almost feared the day he opens up. If he ever does. You couldn’t even picture it.

Holding a gaze at the quilt of Javier’s preschool artwork sprawled on the couch. You wished your mom held sentimental things like that, but she was into that whole “contemporary” style. She justified every purchase saying it would be, timeless. Although it’s looking tacky to you-already.  

Walking into the dining room the table was already set. Chucho really did cook like he was waiting for someone else, steam lifting from the plate making the warm dining room warmer. Your eyes catch a family picture of Javier and his father as you sit. You sit with a wooden squeak, Javier leans over and grabs his own plate to sit it directly next to you.

Am I dreaming?

You had to be dreaming. Chucho places the dish right in front of you, it was simple rice and chicken with asparagus on the side. Mama would purchase the asparagus from him, it was his most popular crop. You mutter your thank you’s and almost want to let out a schoolgirl giggle at the thought of having dinner with Javier and his parent.

Eating was paired with silence but Chucho started the conversation like he always did. “You adjusting to high school well?” Javier nearly groans at the question. Javier was always a bit embarrassed by his dad, like any other teen. He would cringe and groan because he knew his dad was a bit nosy. He would take any opportunity to pry out any information from you back when you used to come around. To you it was sweet, it wasn’t often that people asked you questions about you.

You cut into the chicken, breaded your favorite. “Honestly I’m not sure, feels like everyone’s moving and doing high schooler stuff and I’m kind of just there” It was honest.

Chucho wasn’t one of those adults you had to lie to-to satisfy their expectations. He was always very real with Frankie, and in turn he expected you to be just as real. And it really was honest, it had been 4 months of high school and everything had been moving so slowly. It seemed to be so easy for everyone else. You felt incompetent, you felt the friends you had in the summer slowly slipping away with boyfriends and love lives. Javi furrows his eyes brows at your bluntness, elbows on the table his hands holding each other.

Chucho nods, “I get it, everyone has different paces in life you know. My brother had his first kid at your age and I didn’t even date a girl until I was twenty. Different pace Mija.” He reassures. You smile warmly at him before sipping the water to your right. “Did Javier tell you about his girlfriend? I was praying to God it was you.”

The water you were sipping catching in your throat with a choke.

“Dad please…” Javier pleads and you laugh trying not to be so obvious. The statement from his dad sent you on an ego high for a second. “Lorraine is a nice girl.” He argues.

Chucho sucks his teeth, “I know, I know. You know if your girlfriend wasn’t Mexican, I was at least hoping she’d be Puerto Rican like Andrea here.” His hand gestures at you, your cheeks turning rosy, again.

Javier shakes his head and shovels more food into his mouth. “If it makes my case better Andrea approves of Lorraine.” He speaks for you. You almost want to whack him for putting word in your mouth-but-

But, you kind of did approve of her, internally. And you felt that the idea of dating within your ethnicity or race was so stupid and outdated. But you had just wished it would have been you. You wished Javier would be talking you up to his dad. You wished he would kiss you before sending you home. But it was Lorraine that had done it for him, not you. The worst part was Lorraine was a pretty girl and not in a mean girl way. Like a pretty girl, with pretty hair, pretty clothes, pretty body and she was so sweet. She was known for being very kind in school. She was the type of girl that would offer to fix your hair in the bathroom or spot your change at the lunch line.

You smile and nod anyway, “Yeah, she’s beautiful and nice. Javier is deserving.” The last bit comes as a whisper before you shut yourself up with food. He was so deserving, that was another downside. You felt so selfish for wishing it was you. He had been happy with her, you don’t even know if he could ever be happy with you. You should just be happy for this win in his life.

To hell with being the bigger person.

Chucho leans back in his chair with a small devious smile, “We’ll see how approving Javi will be when you get a boyfriend.” Your eyes widen before snapping to Javier at his fathers straight-forwardness, but his eyes were already on yours. His eyes peeled away when he realized his dad made another joke in his expense. He had just been staring at you even before the joke.  

Javier registers what his dad just said and lets out a sarcastic laugh. “If it’s with any of the idiots in my grade… no way.” He looks away like he was searching for something in his mind, something clever to say since he unintentionally made the conversation less lighthearted. You knew Javi has always been that way with you, overprotective. Genie and Frankie would joke about Javi being a better brother to you than Frankie himself. You hated that, because you had convinced yourself Javier was that way because you weren’t like a sister.  

“Well no need to worry, i’m riding solo for as long as I can, the food is so good Mr. Peña.” You lend a helping hand to Javi when he couldn’t come up with something to say. Chucho smiles in approval.

“Come here any time you know, always welcome in my home. You sure loved to bike by here last spring, looking for Javi probably.” He chuckles, “Should’ve told you he spent that school year away.” He smiles, Javier shifts from next to you and his elbow digs at your side.

God, his dad really just put me out there.

He leans to your shoulder, his mouth a bit close to your ear. Your blood runs cold and you almost swallow thickly at the closeness. “Stalking me Andrea?” He pushes you slightly before straightening up. You scoff (a oh my god, definitely not, I wasn’t looking for you every day-no I’m not in love with you are you crazy? Sort of scoff) and laugh (dry, nervous). Maybe you could laugh your way out of this. Chucho smiles sweetly at the interaction, a knowing look on his face. The entire dinner he continued to make comments that would make your ears heat up without fail.  

You promised Chucho that you’d be back the same time next week, he told you to make sure Frankie stopped by with his girl like they used to. You just didn’t have the heart in me to tell him that they were on a “break.”

You agreed anyway and got back into Javier’s car. You strap yourself in the pickup and just watched Javi and his dad talk at the hood of the car. It gave you some space to blush as much as you needed and smile at your lap, replaying moments of the night in your head.

After a few minutes he climbed in with one step, folding to fit in his seat. “Sorry about him, he really likes you.” He shakes his head; the car starts with a struggle. It wasn’t the newest car and sure was put to some use it seemed. You mutter that it was fine. Javier places his hand behind your head rest and looked over to pull out the dirt road. You went back to biting back smiles. He let the radio play in place of silence.

He was parked in front of your flashy home in a matter of minutes. Your mom had it renovated right after she bought the boutique, it stuck out like a sore thumb in the neighborhood. You could tell you guys were the new money kind of people. You grip at your textbooks, “Thanks for the ride.”

He leans back into his seat and nods. The sun was set and the breeze was perfect, too good. It moved your hair slightly. But not even the great ambiance could shake the teen awkwardness that lived in you, so you reached for the door.

“Oh- wait.” He sits up and you turn to him again, your hair whipping against your face. Similar to that first time you met him. You’d be lying if you hadn’t wished he would ask you something you selfishly wanted. You were so eager for it to be something… for him to ask something you wanted to hear. But it wasn’t. He scratches the back of his neck. “Some people from school are going to Jimmie’s for New Years, they don’t really card there. You’re welcome to come-you know with your friends” He urges, a hint of shyness in his voice again. It comes as a comfort to you, that maybe he was just as nervous around you for some reason. You nod and leave with a small wave. 

The bright lights of your home welcomes you with a squint.  “Where have you been baby?” your mom calls from the living room. A smile playing on your lips about the day fades, not wanting mama to see. You walk towards the arch way seeing her sprawled out on the orange couch. You place the textbooks down at the coffee table.  

“Had dinner with Chucho and Javier, met his girlfriend today.” The girlfriend drop was intentional, mom always knew. She knew you liked Javier, so letting her know that he had a girlfriend would remove whatever speculation she could have made in her head. She nods and you just reach down to kiss her head before hurrying off to your room.

You let out that cry you had in the back of your throat since he asked you to get in his truck. A cry of knowing that a friendly dinner is all you would be able to get. A knowing cry that he had truly found someone good.

New Year’s Eve 1979

Monica smacks your behind as you bend down to grab your small heels. You let out a small groan and Liandra giggles. “You’re disgusting.” You stand up straight rubbing your ass over the leopard print dress, it was a halter style. A bit dressed up for a bar in Laredo. It was similar to the dress Monica had on, instead hers was an electric blue. You were kind shocked your mom was letting you leave the house in a dress like this. You were almost 16 but Monica said the dress added a few years on you along with the makeup. But when you looked in the mirror you had just felt like a baby who got into her mommy’s makeup and high heels.

Liandra wore a halter shirt showing her mid-drift and sported it with her classic high pants with flared bottoms. “New Years kiss here we come.” She wraps her arm around you as you all exit the house and head to Monica’s car. You scoff, they surely would have their new year’s kiss. Your future forecast saw a new year’s hug, if you were lucky.

In 30 minutes you were piled in the bar, 3 televisions all playing the feed of New York City and its people huddled in the cold air. On another screen the Dallas countdown, which was accurate to your time zone, less bundled up but still. Monica was already by Christians side and Liandra was talking to the soccer player who she kissed a few months ago. You sat at the bar watching everyone around you, looking for Javier.

“What in the world are you wearing?” The grating voice comes out from your left. A groan ripping, you have to be kidding me. You almost slam your head into the bar.

“Frankie, my god why are you here?” You shut your eyes in annoyance, your now 18-year-old brother judging you with disgust on his face. His curly hair bouncing with his head shake of disapproval. Yes, the dress was a bit grown but Monica bought it for herself and hated the color on her so she passed it to you. You wouldn’t normally wear something like this, it was like one of those dresses you see on a magazine cover. One on a red carpet, not a shitty bar.

“I should be asking you that question, does mom know you’re here? You look like a baby prostitute.”

You grab your clutch and hit him with it hard. And you argue back and forth over the chatter of the bar. It was already 11 so people were getting progressively more drunk and loud. “Holy shit Frankie!” Javier’s voice comes from behind you and pathetically you whip your head towards him. He was sporting a brown leather jacket and his classic tight denim with a large belt buckle. His hair was a bit overgrown again, curling at the nape of his neck. You were so entranced with the pure sex appeal that radiated from him to notice the blonde bombshell attached to his arm. Lorraine in an orange jumpsuit, her hair pulled in a high ponytail. Good God was she beautiful.

Javier doesn’t recognize you until he strides closer and his eyes widen at your appearance. His eyes raking down and up before his nostrils flaring in the slightest. “You came?” He places a hand on your bare shoulder and squeezes.

“You look so pretty!” Lorraine detaches herself from Javier and hugs you while you sat at the bar stool, You get up to return the hug a bit better. Still, you could feel your brother’s protective glare. He pushes Javi, bickering with him like they always did.

“So do you, wow.” Because really, wow. She looked like she was ripped straight out of a magazine. You could see her leaving this town, being a model or an actress. She goes on to say that her mother works with the uncle of a designer all the way in New York and that he gifted this for her 17th birthday. It was quite the story, and quite the jumpsuit. Why did she have to be so cool?

Her hands holding your forearms as she spoke, she really was a sweet girl. Still holding you, her attention moves to Frankie and Javier as they bickered. "Would you two grow up?"

Frankie rolls his eyes, separating from Javier for a moment. “So Javi invited you,” Your brother asks and you don’t get to reply.

“She’s my friend too-”

“She’s fifteen she shouldn’t be out here” He gestures his hand at you. And Javier doesn’t do anything but stare, Frankie waves his hand again to drive the point. “And dressed like that.” Your eyes widen at his words and Lorraine lets go of your arms with a scoff. Immediately glaring at Frankie in annoyance.

Javier shakes his head; a face of disgust and disapproval takes over. “Man, don’t talk about her like that…” and Lorraine agrees. Always been on my side, always have. Frankie doesn’t double down he just takes a sip of the beer that was in his hand, knowing arguing with Javier about you was nothing short of pointless. Suddenly there was a wave of insecurity and your arms cross, hugging your own body. Lorraine was at his side again and they continue their conversation.

The thought of Monica and Liandra spiking in your fogged up brain, you peer your head up scanning looking for them in the crowd mixed with high school aged kids and adults. You find Monica already in a bar booth kissing her boyfriend. Your lips quirk at the sight, you look more and lock on Liandra who was giggling at something a boy was whispering in her ear. God.

1980 didn’t have the best ring to it but it was approaching.

You look up to the fuzzy screen reading 10 minutes until midnight on the Dallas feed which was now the only one  displayed on all screens. People were standing now. You look back to Javier, Lorraine and Frankie to see Genevieve kissing your brother on the cheek.

 Oh, I guess they’re good now.

Your smile grows at the sight of Genies new black hair. Her brown eyes widen at the sight and she nearly pushes Javier to the ground to get over to you. Her arms wrapping around your neck with a jump. “Oh my gosh, you look so beautiful” She kisses your cheek. “I’ve  got to cut your hair again though.” She giggles into you. You release her, putting the two of you in that same position you were with Lorraine, pulled apart but holding each other by your arms. “And you’ve got to stop growing up.”

She pulls you back in for a hug but moves her head to your ear. “I can’t believe Javier has a girlfriend.” She whispers and you nod into her hair. She was the only person that knew you liked him. Well most people assumed, but she was the only person you ever actually mentioned it to. You were afraid of telling people because high school is just a place where everyone finds out each other’s business. You whisper into her ear, “I hate that she’s likable”.

It was so selfish and honestly you were a bit ashamed of yourself.

You could almost feel her sympathetic smile against you, she pulls away squeezing your forearm. A gesture everyone seems to love doing to you lately. You begin to talk but she puts a finger in front of your face to stop you before opening her big handbag, pulling out a large camera. Your eyes light up at the device, that must have been expensive. It wasn’t polaroid either, doing hair must pay well. Shit, she should start teaching me, maybe I could buy myself a break from obsessing over my brothers best friend.

She moves past you and taps on the shoulder of a stranger to whom she teaches quickly how to snap a picture. “Okay everyone together.” She waves her hand for your group to get in tight. You all squeeze, Lorraine on Javier’s left, you on his right and Frankie hugging Genie on your left. Javier’s hand grips your waist, a hold too close for comfort considering the dress was practically completely backless. You smile and a flash shines bright. “Okay another pose! Sorry sir one more” The man laughs and you all get to shuffling another pose. Frankie picks up Genie. Lorraine kisses Javier’s cheek and Javier uses your head as an arm rest. And you just smile looking up at him. Flash.

2 minutes. Genie kisses the stranger on the cheek and takes the camera from his hand yelling thanks yous’. “I’ll develop them this week, so excited!” She gleams. Like clockwork you all move deeper into the bar to get a better view of the tv screen that was on the brink of the countdown. Again, you look around the room. All friends leaned in together, couples cuddled watching the television. A few people with drinks and horns in their mouths.

You look to Frankie and Genie, despite her being taller she grips to him like she can’t stand on her own. You even see Monica across the bar in a similar position. Liandra... well you don’t see her at all. Which probably meant her and soccer boy were getting busy in the bathroom.

You wish you hadn’t but you look to Javi who has his arm slung over his girlfriend’s shoulder, her hand interlocking with the one hanging leaving a tender kiss on her hair. You watch, biting the inside of my cheek when you realized you were alone in the middle of this moment where there was so much love everywhere. Where everyone had someone or something, you were standing alone.

You hug your own body, giving myself whatever comfort you can take after seeing the sweet sights and realizing you were lonely through it all. And then the counting, in unison and loud. 5…4…3…2….1

Happy New Year!

The bar became much louder, the confetti in the air and streamers flying. Champagne and the kisses. The classic celebratory jazz tunes that always made you emotional. New Years was always an emotional a reminder that you’ve made it another year. You watch as Javier grabs the face of Lorraine and kisses her-pulls apart and kisses her again.

Almost-almost, your chin quivers. But you were able to hold yourself together in that moment You couldn’t bare looking any longer, so you look away seeing strangers hug each other. A hug being given to you by a stranger. You hug the woman back and then a few more people come over for innocent hugs. It was bitter-sweet, one of those simplistic human moments. 

The dim lights of the bar and the music and the hugs and Javier kissing Lorraine. It all became too much for your and actually your chin quivers this time. The next from a stranger comes sweetly and warmly, a tight hug. The man pulls from you and looks at you for a second. Tears threatening to fall at your sensitivity in the moment before kissing your lips without warning. He holds the kiss and your eyes are open in shock, your hands stiff at your side. Your tears drying in its place while his foreign hands dig into the bare skin on your back.

The kiss is ripped from your lips as the unfamiliar face is shoved, and shoved again. Your brother and Javier crowding the man. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Your brother shouts, a fist-full of the mans shirt. Frankie was shorter than the man but Javier absolutely dwarfed the drunk who was trying to defend himself. His arms shoving the man almost back into the bar itself.

The color from your face was flushed. Lorraine and Genie were at your side instantly, holding you. “I swear to god I will dig my heel in your fucking eye!” Genie steps forward yelling at the guy. His face very clear now, he was much older than you. Mind twenties. And your chin quivers again, at the sudden realization that it was your first kiss. Your eyes well as the room was all too distracted to notice Frankie and Javi on the brink of fighting him. Lorraine rubs you, trying to offer you comfort in your shocked state. Javier turns his head towards you to see your tear-stained cheeks and the crease between his angry brows soften for a moment before he grabs your brother away from the guy who was pressed against the bar. Without a word they all walk you out the bar, facing the town’s main street. Across the street from where you met Javier.

The brisk air blows through your dress and the coat that was on Frankie’s back was placed around your shoulder. “Are you okay, how did that even happen?” Frankie rubs your shoulders, trying to warm you or comfort you, you couldn’t tell.

I felt violated and nasty, my first kiss? You put your hands to your own dry lips. You hadn’t realized that Frankie was asking Javier how it went down.

“I was kissing Lorraine and then I looked to my left and saw this guy huggin her, I just watched to see where it was going than he-” He stops himself before looking at the bar doors. “I swear to god I want to go back in there and knock his head in.”

“Okay relax.” Lorraine pleads and Javier shoots her a glance and they begin to bicker themselves. Muttering about how he was going back in and Lorraine was calling him crazy, telling him doing that would just scare you even more.

Genevieve holds you, “Are you okay? Please don’t cry.” She wipes your cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket. At that point you were less in shock but more so overwhelmed. You begin to tear up again at the question.

You considered the question. Trying to breakdown all that was going on in your head. It was a mixture, you had felt so vulnerable in that moment, you were alone in the middle of a bar. You were surrounded by people you knew but they were all busy with each other. Left out like usual. Not being able to relate to them again still even years later, even when you had felt older. You felt so incapable of making people love you or like you, and when the people who you loved hadn’t considered you, you were left vulnerable. And in an instant someone was kissing you, without your consent. Not on your own terms. You wipe your own tears this time.

Javier’s stare didn’t go unnoticed. He mutters a few curses under his breath. His hands on his hips as his cheeks were red in frustration from bickering with his girlfriend. He holds his gaze, “I’m going to tell your friends that we’re taking you home.” He states with that same firm voice he did a few weeks back when he gave you a ride.

And he does and he takes you home.

[buckgasms]

Hello! I just wanted to say hi! Hmm , what’s your favorite, between, CACW or CATWS? Do you like any other Marvel characters? Hope I am not asking too many questions, but what are your favorite fan fics to write?

Anyway hope you’re having a good day/night! 😌☕️

Hello lovely @teafangirl!! Sorry I wanted to reply to this ages ago but sometimes it just takes me a while to get my butt in gear!

Thanks for the questions 🩷🩷🩷

I think Civil War is my fave out of those ones, simply because it has more Bucky and I do feel genuinely sad when he's being treated badly in TWS 😭 he's too sweet for that!

We were truly blessed with this film 😊

I love Cap, I'd happily write for him too but I feel like I'm such a Bucky girl, he just has cameos in stories haha. But I would absolutely climb him like a tree at the first opportunity.

I think overall I'm sorta drawn to the Team Cap characters, but I don't really have any other big faves.

I love writing smutty stuff, i always feel very relaxed and it focuses my brain for a short period of time, which is nice for anxiety etc. I prefer doing short drabbles and list type things because I suck at keeping up with series *ahem* but I try my best!

Fluffy stuff is also very enjoyable, but I tend to turn it into smut because I'm a sluuuuut 🥲🫣 I try and avoid angst but I will occasionally write something like that if the mood strikes!

Sorry that was an essay in the end!!

Which film do you prefer? And are you a Bucky girl or Cap girl or is there someone else you like?

Thanks again 🩷

[astridbecks]

hiii. 6, 18, 20 from the ask game for either/both fics 👀👀👀👀👀

hiiii thank you <3 // ask game in question

(6) describe the premise/plot of [project] from the perspective of each main cast member.

against all my sins: jenna sees this as a period political-romance drama. astrid sees this as a political thriller. both of them get psychosexual about it.

[roadtrip au, as yet unpublished]: for context, this one’s a modern with limited magic au where beau (reporter for the cobalt press) and astrid (executive at cerberus corporation) end up having to work together when a zombie apocalypse strikes. beau definitely sees this very weird road trip as an investigation to uncover what astrid does or does not know about this situation, and astrid sees it as an increasingly catastrophic unraveling of basically her entire life. 

(18) pick 1-5 songs which you believe define either [project] or [character (relationship)] and elaborate on why with attached lyric selections. (optionally: link a playlist)

against all my sins: [full playlist here]

p.s. nevermind / the wild reeds // i’m reckless, i did it, and i’ll do it again, never knowing where to draw the line; i’m worn out, jaded, in over my head, just give them what they want this time

narcissus / lizzie no // i’ve been an echo in my own mind but i’m a hero in some stories i could tell; and you’re a liar but so am i, love

happiness will ruin this place / san fermin // honey, can you see the bloodstains on my teeth, i’m not the beast i used to be; silence intervenes, she looks up from her tea, says everything goes extinct.

[roadtrip au]: 

the calling / the amazing devil // we’re both unwanted daughters but there’s more than water in these autumn hands, i look into the waters and see a face i don’t recognize

break the sky / the hush sound // before the world dies at my door

the disappearance of the girl / phildel // i don’t know where i stand faced with a cruel world

bloodshot / julien baker // after all that i did, i’d have done it to me, too

paprika / japanese breakfast // i opened the floodgates and found no water, no current, no river, no rush

(20) do you think there's anything about [project] which is predictable from your previous works/interests, or to anyone who knows you well enough? if the work was written by someone else, what would a recommendation designed to personally bait you look like?

for both, the predictability lies in the “oh yeah okay 20000 words about another obscure f/f rarepair, that sounds about right.” as far as recommendations go:

against all my sins: wait i literally have a pitch typed up for the target audience of 3.5 of which i am one: you should read this if you: 1) love archmage astrid beck(e), 2) think astrid should get to kiss at least one woman as a treat but also as a matter of political intrigue, 3) read explorer’s guide to wildemount and thought oh shit, i want to know more about this doppelganger archmage, she seems cool, 4) enjoy wizard politics and interrogating the ideological underpinnings of empire, 5) think counterspelling someone is a valid form of foreplay, 6) liked the first third of the traitor baru cormorant where it was all economic intrigue and homoerotic tension (except i promise this is a lot less mired in the details of fantasy tax code), 7) think unreliable narrators are sexy, 8) all of the above

[roadtrip au]: reluctant road trip buddies is always a weakness of mine, plus: zombie fighting instead of therapy + bathing together (hostile) + enemies to reluctant allies to “are we going to kiss about this.” also, bird metaphors. 

[bellysoupset]

Hello! Little flashback fic, trying to get back in my groove. TW: mentions of scat, bellyache, etc. Lucas cannot handle spicy food.

"You're a witch," Lucas whispered, as he watched the cute IT girl, Isabella, who sat in the chair he previously occupied retrieve his lost essay after the computer had blue screened on him.

"Most people would call me an angel," she sassed back, not bothering to hide her smile, "alright, I managed to get the last saved version, it may be a little corrupted, but at least you didn't lose pages of your work."

"Witchcraft," Lucas grinned, rolling the chair he was sitting on around her, "Oh, those little symbols are the corrupted part?"

"Yeah," she nodded, pointing at them, "I think it corrupted your accent marks..." She turned to frown at him, her eyes were very blue, striking against her tanned skin "was the paper not in English?"

"Subject was the French revolution," Lucas cleared up, explaining the sheer amount of accent empty squares appearing. She hummed under her breath, the clicking around.

"There, I made you a copy in the cloud, using your university email and it should be autosaving from now on," she smiled, "anything else?"

"No, no, you're just- You saved my life, Isabella" He opened his biggest smile, "really."

"Teaches you not to leave your assignment to the day before," she grinned and got up from the seat, "I have to run, other poor souls to help-"

"Oh yeah, go save the day," Lucas got up too, to sit back down on the chair she had just freed up, but instead he remained standing, smiling at her, "I think I'll pull an all nighther, so if you're around later..." he shrugged, opened a confident smile, "join me for a coffee?"

She raised an eyebrow, amused and impressed, not really bashful. He enjoyed it all the more, coy women weren't really his type.

"I can't, I'm sorry," she shook her head.

Ah, Lucas thought, trying not to let it show on his face how disappointed he was, "no worr-"

"Lunch tomorrow, though?"

His heart all but jumped to his throat and Luke nodded eagerly, "it's a date."

Then she blushed, rolling her eyes and leaning in to write her number on the edge of his open notebook on the table, "Call me Bella, by the way."

--------

"A date?" Vince repeated as they finished showering right after training, the day after, "...I thought you didn't do dates."

Lucas frowned, "what?" he finished lacing up his shoes, "why?"

"Well, I've never seen you go on a date. Ever. And you look like that," his friend, who was very quickly shaping to be his best friend despite them only have met at the start of the year, squinted at him, studying him up and down.

Luke chuckled, rolling his eyes, "very convoluted way of saying I'm hot, but I'll take the compliment," he shrugged, getting up and patting Vin's shoulder, "not all of us are whores like you, man, that's all."

"I'm simply enjoying life," Vince announced proudly, "so you've asked out the IT girl? The cute one with the pink bangs and the glasses?"

"No, not that one," Lucas waited patiently for his friend to join, "the smoking hot ginger?"

Vince stared at him, amused, "the smoking hot ginger?" he repeated in his best imitation, "sorry man, never saw a smoking hot ginger with the IT guys."

"She might be new then," Lucas shrugged, "because she's hard to miss."

"Oh," Vince jumped to his feet, pushing Luke towards the locker room doors, "you're smitten already! That's soooo cute!"

"Shut up, Vin," Lucas laughed, shoving his friend right back.

He hadn't taken any chances, not only Lucas had texted Bella that same night to make sure he had the right number, but again that morning, asking her to pick a restaurant.

It was much to his dismay, however, when the following text came in halfway through his second period class: "Bella: what do you think of the Bandoleiros? it's just off the campus and they have a mean fajita."

"Shit," Lucas mumbled and Vince, sitting next to him and staring ahead to the lecture, looked at him.

"What?"

Luke turned his phone around and Vince read the last text, then let out an amused smile, "so are you going to tell her you can't handle spicy food at all or...?"

"Hell no," Lucas scoffed and Vince raised both his eyebrows.

"The wise decision, I see," he said sarcastically, "I'm guessing you won't be coming in tomorrow."

Luke rolled his eyes, "I'm not that bad, I'll just try and pick something mild..." he mumbled, as he texted back: Sounds great, meet you there?

Bella looked even hotter out of the IT uniform. Instead of the deep red button up and black trousers, she was wearing a black leather mini skirt, a cropped top full of holes and with the sporty bra strap showing and boots that could probably be classified as a weapon.

He didn't regret this date at all.

And from the way her smile only grew as he walked towards her, neither did she.

Bella had already picked them a table and she took his hand in hers, all confident, as she guided him inside.

"Such a gentleman," she teased as he pulled the chair for her and Luke rolled his eyes, grabbing the belt loop of her mini skirt.

"Sit down, will you?"

She stared at him for a second, before putting her hand over his, "no need to get all caveman about it, Lucas," then she pushed him away from her, smiling the entire time.

"So what's your major?"

Making small talk with her was easy enough, she had a very acidic sense of humor that kept catching him by surprise and Luke quickly forgot what he was nervous about to begin with. It felt like he knew her.

She was a computer science major and had a full ride scholarship, also worked at the campus IT. If he couldn't tell by her top - He couldn't - she was also a huge music fan. Apparently whatever band that was displayed on her top was some obscure punk band.

"I don't really like music," he said, just a couple minutes after the waiter took their orders, Lucas discreetly trying to order the least spicy thing in the menu. Bella stared at him, then shook her head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I don't think this is going to work out. I should go," she teased, only to cause him to splutter on his iced tea.

"What- Why?!"

She rolled her eyes, sitting back down, still looking half amused, half shocked, "you don't like music? Like, at all?"

Lucas shrugged, "I guess? I'll listen to it if it's on, but I don't-"

"You don't have music on your phone?" she interrupted, reaching in, hands all grabby, "show me."

"That's private-"

"Show me," she pulled her chair, circling the table so they were shoulder to shoulder. Her hair smelled like strawberries, Lucas noticed vaguely, pushing an auburn curl away from her face and then fishing his phone out of his pocket.

True to his word, his Spotify had the grand total of 3 songs saved. Bella whistled under her breath, "how do you even... Live?"

"Judgy much?" he scoffed, going to retrieve his phone, just as she shook her head.

"No, no, you need some songs here," she started typing away, adding titles to his gallery and Lucas could barely fight his smile, "there, so you can give them a listen later and text me about it."

"I'm going to hate them," he warned, smugly, and she squinted at him.

"Doubt it."

Their orders arrived as he asked about her family and Bella made no effort to move her chair back to its original spot, much comfier sitting right next to him, whole body turned so she could look him in the face as they ate and chatted.

"Nah it's just me and my mom," she told him truthfully, "my dad was some gringo tourist, I don't think he ever knew about me."

"Gringo?" Lucas teased, trying to ignore the way his mouth was on fire. He thought he had been so smart ordering just the damn chicken fajitas. Five bites in and he was already second guessing himself.

"Yeah, well... You would be a gringo," she teased lightly, "so Lucas Atwood, your turn. Tell me about yourself."

He shook his head, chugging down his iced tea and filling up the glass once more. It made him hiccup and he blushed, while Bella giggled, taking the time to eat her own food.

"Uhm, I'm in the football team..."

"I could tell," she nodded, reaching in to wipe the hot sauce from the corner of his lip and sucking at her finger, "saw your jacket yesterday."

His face was on fire. Lucas cleared his throat, wincing as his stomach started churning, even though he had barely managed to get down half of his fajita, "I'm an only child too, like you."

"Do you like it?"

"No," he squeezed the napkin in his hand and fought the urge to burp, "it was lonely, coming to college and hanging out with the team... I was very lonely back then, I didn't even know."

Her eyes softened and he could tell she wanted to ask more, but his body picked that moment to send up another burp, one he couldn't help but rush to cover his mouth with a hand, seeing as he couldn't swallow it back down.

Bella snorted, amused, "excuse you."

"Shit, I'm so sorry," Lucas' cheeks burned and he was starting to sweat, "sorry, that was so rude... Uhm," he grimaced against the spiciness in the back of his throat, "what was I saying?"

"About your life back home," she reached in over his plate to grab the extra hot sauce, drenching her burrito with it and then holding it up for him in a wordless question.

Just glancing at it made Lucas feel vaguely nauseous, he shook his head again and grabbed his glass of iced tea, "so, yeah, it was very lonely back home..."

"Where are you from?" Bella frowned, "you speak as if it's far away..."

"No, not really," he wiped the sweat over his upper lip, swallowed in another burp, "just- Just went to boarding school, so-" his belly cramped and Lucas groaned, eyes squeezing shut.

When he opened them again, Bella had lowered her burrito and was staring at him, equal parts concerned and enthralled.

"Big guy such as yourself and half a fajita takes you out, Lucas?" she teased lightly, "please."

He scowled at her, "I'm sorry."

Seeing as clearly her humor was lost on him, her smiled wavered, "no, I'm sorry... I should've asked how well you liked spicy food... Uhm- Do you want to wrap this up...?"

His heart sank, he had absolutely blown their date. Lucas shook his head, refusing to believe it, "no, I'm fine-" as if to contradict him, his gut let out a loud whine, so loud that Bella heard it, eyebrows up, and she let out a sly whistle.

"Yeah, no," she shook her head, "you're clearly not feeling well, let's end this-"

"I'm so sorry," Lucas grumbled, while she gestured for the waiter for the check. Bella waved him off.

"It's not your fault..." she bit down on her lip, dark black lipstick be damned, "we can reschedule...?"

He wanted to feel triumphant over her not dropping him like hot shit, but talking about that... Just then Lucas felt a strong cramp hit his intestines and he whimpered, wrapping an arm around his gut, "Fuck..."

"Lucas, are you alri-"

He felt a gurgle head south and Lucas immediately pulled back, standing up in a jump and making a mad dash for the bathroom.

It burned, he thought as he collapsed down on the toilet, diarrhea making him lightheaded, all the while nausea still plagued him. He buried his face in his hands, burping wetly towards his lap and trying to keep down the half fajita he had managed to eat.

Such a fucking baby, he thought sourly, fifteen minutes later, as he managed to get up on shaky legs. His reflection was drenched in sweat, pale face, but his ear and neck red. He washed his hands, then his face and his mouth, for good measure. Bending down send up another wet burp and Lucas groaned, swallowing down the urge to puke, knowing it'd burn just as much coming up.

He didn't expect Bella to still be there once he got out, no one in their sane mind would be, and she wasn't. Still he felt a pang of disappointment.

"Hey," his voice sounded terrible, as he approached the cashier, "sorry about the scene. Uhm- Table eight-"

"Oh your girlfriend already paid the tab," the woman smiled sweetly at him, "I'm sorry you're feeling poorly hon, is there anything we can do to help?"

Fuck, not only he had mad dashed from the table, he had left the whole bill on her? Lucas was going to jump off a bridge. Whole face on fire he shook his head slowly, "no, thanks, that was on me for trying to handle spice when I really can't..." he slid a twenty dollars bill in their tip jar and smiled apologetically once more before heading out.

Much to his surprise, Bella wasn't gone. She was actually sitting on the hood of his car, ankles crossed and with a two white boxes next to her, a little plastic bag on her lap.

"Shit, I'm so sorry-"

"It's fine," she rolled her eyes, throwing the plastic bag at him, "there."

Lucas moved to lean on the car too, right next to her, and then blushed even more furiously as he saw a plastic bottle filled with little chalky mints. Tums.

"Bella, you shouldn't have," he groaned, really feeling like he was going to vomit now, if only out of sheer humiliation, "you already paid the bill-"

"Oh, but I'm stealing your fajita," she interrupted, a bright smile on, "I figured you wouldn't want it and my roommate fucking loves those."

He stared at her, surprised, before opening a small, shaky smile, "you're not pissed?"

"Over you getting sick?" Bella frowned, "I wish you had told me you can't handle spice, I was having a lot of fun before you bolted... But I'm not mad."

"I just didn't wanna blow it," Lucas pouted and she snorted.

"You blew it alright," Bella rolled her eyes, "c'mon, take your tums and let me drive you home."

He groaned, "you don't have to-"

"I know I don't," she jumped off the hood of the car, grabbing her to-go boxes, "c'mon, Luke."

He grumbled as he chewed on two of the chalky pastilles, getting on the passenger side of his own car after unlocking it and handing her the keys, "so no second date?"

"No," she rolled her eyes, "but you can try and make it up to me on another first date. You pick the place."

[mariusperkins]

HI HELLO so I am on my rewatch of s2 (I haven't actually seen the whole thing again 🫣 - I did however watch s1 3 times lol) AND I am obsessed with the Bertha vs her kids situation. Love that when Larry is trying to play the "but moooom my friends go to prostitutes" card re: Mrs Blane, and raises his voice at her she just. Cuts him down. Sit your ass down son who do u think you're talking to. And of course the famous Gladys/Oscar exchange in which he's like "I'll never bully you" and she's there like "???Men bully their wives???" bc she's used to the GeorgeBertha dynamics. This is not the most coherent ask - but I think I would love to see the Russell kids actually comprehend how insane their parents are and have to deal with society without Bertha for a bit in s3 - bc she is controlling and exacting but her mix of Anxiety&Ambition gives her a preternatural sense of How Society Works. Anyway rambling ask aside - say the s3 scandal makes Bertha retreat for a bit, how do you think the Russells would pull it off without her?

hello!!! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about one of the things I am most Obsessed with in this show, Larry and Gladys' perception of Bertha vs Bertha as she actually is (vs, sort of, Bertha's perception of Larry and Gladys, although I think that leaves less of an impact because most of the time I think her assessment of them is basically accurate and, as always, her treatment and conception of her children as an extension of her/as pieces that you're supposed to place in the best position possible regardless of how they feel about it is kind of norm for a woman in her position in that time period (I know this sounds very The Bertha Russell Defender Has Logged On and it's because I am and I have, but like, just because she's not sorry that she's doing it that doesn't mean she's wrong to do it!!)).

The Larry thing is like, he is right that young men going to sex workers would have been like handwave-excused but at that point in s2 they're still so on the line socially that Bertha is absolutely right to call him out about it, and she's definitely right to call him out about Mrs Blaine (I mean, she's almost immediately proved right about it being a potentially family-ruining scandal by there being a blind item about it in the paper - way to be subtle about your affairs Larry, Marian best of luck with that in s3). The thing about it that's so telling to me is that he looks so shocked to be yelled at, and to me it doesn't read as like 'slightly spoiled first born son faces consequences for the first time', to me it reads as like 'Bertha never gets upset at them, Bertha never yells' (which - yet another thing of thousands that she only lets herself do in front of George!!).

The Gladys and Oscar thing is also just like....... girl maybe Bertha is right that she should be picking your suitors for you. I mean I know she has George looking out for her in that area but also, wow is she sheltered, even considering the time period/etc. I doubt Carrie Astor would have been so surprised. Speaking of, I would love for there to be a Carrie-and-Gladys scene in s3 to that effect (especially since the real Mrs and Mr Astor's marriage was Bad and the real Carrie Astor herself went on something of a one-woman hunger strike to be able to marry for love).

But onto your actual question!! I would love to see something like this in s3, like, I would love for them to try to do something without her and for it be just a complete disaster and for Bertha to save them at the last minute (and look out for a fic with this premise some time in the future from me lol).

I think something like a small dinner could be pulled off by George and/or Gladys without Bertha's help. I suspect most of the actual work of it in that case would be pushed to Church+Mrs Bruce+etc and they're certainly competent enough for it run smoothly enough, although perhaps with some kind of 'person is served a dish or ingredient they Notoriously Hate' or 'conversation has to be extremely obviously diverted away from some topic because Bertha isn't there to smooth things out' type of incident, because Bertha might share a lot of society knowledge with George but a) there's no way he remembers every single in and out of society stuff even though he is listening, and b) I bet a lot of that stuff just lives in Bertha's head, not because it's secret but because it's so minor and not relevant to The Thing She's Telling George About her Day (like Marian saying at the opera that she wished she had a fan, and then her gift at the lunch being a fan - too minor to mention, but Bertha files it away).

For anything bigger... I mean, literally no one in that family has the experience in doing it because Bertha has been there to do it, and there's only so much you can ask Church and Mrs Bruce to handle on your behalf. Running a business empire has some crossover, but it's not totally transferable, and for all Gladys complains about Bertha's control over her I kind of doubt that she's ever asked Bertha how she manages or organises anything. Honestly, Marian would have a better chance of organising something on Bertha's level than anyone else in Bertha's family (but she also has enough good sense, and respect for Bertha, to ask for Bertha's help).

In summary: can they please start filming season 3

[tippenfunkaport]

WIPs Status Update

I am fairly confident no one cares what I am up to, but I haven't done one of these in ages so I figured I should.

In Progress Fanfic

Outlaws of the Whispering Woods

This fic is on temporary hiatus because I'm working on finishing it as part of the @wipbigbang. Participation in that event means I can't update that fic again until the posting period starts on September 8th BUT that once that posting period begins, I should have both art for the new chapter as well as regular updates through November until the fic is done which should be exciting. 

That said, there is still like 60k ish to go in that story so if it looks like I'm not going to be able to get it all done in time, I might swap it out for the Chipped Glimmer fic which has also been languishing in WIP hell because it's shorter and easier for me to get done on time. I'd prefer to use the event as a kick in the pants to finish OotWW, though, so we'll see.

Prince Glowyn the Fourth

This fic is 100% complete at last, I just have one chapter left to post and will be doing that sometime within the next week.

Going There

Just about four years after I started it, Going There is finally done as well! (Literally just finished it today!) "Done" in this case means I finally rewrote the back end and filled in the missing connecty bits I never wrote the first time so everything's written, it's just going to take me an unknown quantity of time to edit and post each of the chapters. But less time than rewriting it all took so I expect those last few updates to come fairly regularly once I get them started.

Coming Home

I have always said that I wanted to wait to continue this fic until Going There was done so now that I have finally finished it, the sequel can get my attention more regularly again. That said, with everything going on with the WIP Bang, posting the rest of Going There, running the Big Bang and posting my own Bang fic (plus, like, all the other IRL stuff i have to do this summer), I really don't anticipate getting it updated anytime before the fall at the earliest and even then who knows.

Also, because this is my last in-progress canon fic I'm not in a huge rush to get it out there, I'd rather take my time with it, so I'm fine with that timeline. It'll get updated when it gets updated.

Area First Ones

In my head, this is episodic and while i have five chapters written, I have some things I want to add in between so it's not as simple as just cleaning and posting those. So basically, this one will be one of those fics I update when I update here and there with no set timeline other than my whims.

Coming Soon!

My Big Bang fic is called Horse Girl Everyone and it's the long awaited Riding School AU! 

That one is going to be longgggg and basically never-ending and episodic (seriously, we're over 50k words and while Catradora have been circling each other for chapters Glimmer and Bow literally only just met and you KNOW how I feel about Glimbow). I was hoping to write enough in advance that I could do some kind of regular update schedule at the start but because I'm also running the Bang and having some annoying medical stuff going on, I think that's not happening.

I've written a ton in advance, don't get me wrong, I just don't see myself having time to revise it all and post weekly with everything else going on. But we'll see!

Anything else?

Well, yeah, lots of stuff but it's not fandom related so I can't tell you about it. ;-) Though maaaaybe I might have the chance for some of you to help me beta some of my original stuff in the near future if you're willing so keep an eye out for that.

I'm trying to have less things in progress at once so, though I have other fanfic projects in various states of completion, I'm purposely not going to even think about posting any other multi-chaps until GT and OotWW are done. 

One shots and shorts? Yeah, I'll be throwing those up randomly as the mood strikes, you know how I roll. I'm eyeing up the Domaystic 2024 prompts to see which ones call to me right now.

So I have other stuff planned for later but I'm not even going to tease it because we'll see how everything shakes out.

This year has actually been absolutely horrible health wise but weirdly productive writing wise so it's been a mixed bag but at least nice to get some stuff done!