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starboye · 5 months ago

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Hi! I noticed you mentioned having a lot of fic requests. Would it be possible to let us know which ones you’ve received so far? It might help everyone feel assured their requests are in the queue. Thanks for all your hard work!

as requested my good sir

pairing: matt sturniolo x male reader

summary: making out with matt on the couch

pairing: nate jacobs x male reader

request: can you do a Nate Jacob’s hate fuck fic where reader is teasing Nate after Nate is seen talking with Maddy, which involves a lot of daddy kink

pairing: jensen ackles x male reader

request: Could i request a Jensen Ackles x Male Reader; Where the reader is the personal assistant of Jensen, and for the past few weeks, Jensen has been more angry and gets pissed off easily. When reader overhears Jensen talking about maybe finding a new assistant, he realizes that his job is at stake and doesn't want to be away from his crush, so he decides to please Jensen in anyway possible. For weeks reader works overtime to do anything for Jensen, without any change, but one night, while picking up a half-drunk Jensen, he gets to know that Jensen is going through a divorce and needs someone to meet his bedroom needs. Reader jumps at the opportunity, and "sacrifices" himself to be Jensens personal whore.

pairing: joshua bassett x male reader

request: Top joshua bassett x Bottom Male Reader. armpit kink and then just hardcore fucking

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader x topper thorton x ward cameron

request: Rafe decides to shares his boyfriend with his dad and they weren't paying attention to him all day so when they return home they find reader in the living room being fucked by JJ, Topher or Pope…Or maybe all of them at the same time.

pairing: steve rogers x male reader x thor odinson

request: Both Steve Rogers and Thor are on a jog, and they see a fun size male reader and they drag him for a fuck session in public?

pairing: nate jacobs x male reader

request: Nate Jacobs learns that Male reader is a new student, and he tries to have a one-night stand with him or something, but male reader immediately shows his dislike towards Nate. This catches Nate off guard, and he tries to "be friends" with him, but Male reader declines or simply walks away from Nate causing Nate to be furious and more determined to get in bed with him, however, Nate soon realizes he catches feelings for Male reader and wants to him to be his boyfriend?

pairing: gilbert blythe x male reader

request: Hello, can you write something cute with Gilbert Blythe (from Anne with an E)? they are in a secret relationship but kiss every time their classmates are not watching. Reader mentally laughs when the girls talk about how cute Gilbert is, because they doesn't know that Gilbert belongs to reader as reader belongs to him. 🩷

pairing: might guy x male reader x kakashi hatake

request: If it's okay can I request a Dom top guy and Dom top kakashi and bottom chubby male reader the readers who is 19 and younger than guy and kakashi catches reader sucking guys cock in the middle of the woods so kakashi joins in and they both just start f****** the reader seeing who can make the reader come more times with double penetration spit roasting cum eating and daddy kink if that's okay

10.

pairing: kayce dutton x male reader

request: Hey can I order a kayce Dutton x male reader smut with a them fucking at night in the stables and kayce starting off saying that he gonna show reader how to ride a horse and reader jokingly says save a horse ride a cowboy which he grins and then leads to reader riding him all after noon and night long in the stables with daddy kink and very sweaty please

11.

pairing: luke maybank x male reader x ward cameron

request: can we get luke maybank & ward cameron daddies fucking reader ? Reader is prostitute whore and needs the cash. Filthy degrading breeding

12.

pairing: josh hutcherson x male reader

request: Hello! Love your fics so much, thank you for doing so many male reader stories. Could I request a smut fic about Josh hutcherson x bottom male reader where you and him both worked together in a movie and with all the tension that built up between you two (stolen glances at work, touch during some explicit scenes to film), during the premiere, you and him decide to sneak away to have some alone time together? Thanks a lot

13.

pairing: ethan landry x male reader

request: Definitely need Jack champion/ethan ghost face smut!

14.

pairing: jack harlow x male reader

request: Hey! I love your writing. It’s always sooo good ;) Do you think you could write a bottom male reader x Jack Harlow smut?? I don’t have a plot in mind, but either fluffy or just something steamy ☺️ thank you!!!

~ Voyager 🌙

15.

pairing: hughie campbell x male reader

request: I'm getting on my knees and begging for a Hughie x male Reader fic 😭 I like em nerdy and awkward

16.

pairing: ken x male reader

request: Hi, could I request a story where the male reader x Ken, and the reader is Barbie's younger brother? After seeing Ken being rejected by his sister once again, the reader decides to cheer the doll up.I trust your creativity for the rest 😈

17.

pairing: sam golbach x male reader

request: To start: maybe it was a particular hot, sunny day in a “ghost town”, leaving Sam’s (very nice might I say) body all sweaty and ahem ahem musky. His boyfriend’s a semi-popular streamer who had joined as one of their many guests, and on his streaming side of their tour, he (reader) had gotten a lot of flirty comments. Sooooo naturally Sam, upon them returning to their hotel, fucks the daylight out of him. Bonus if they’re engaged and Sam’s kissing his neck and back saying he’s his and only his (extra bonus if he stuffs his undies in his mouth or something (extra extra bonus if he cums so hard into his boyfie his belly bulges, but he doesn’t pull out all night))

18.

pairing: steve harrington x male reader

request: SO THE IDEA IS STEVE’S LIKE SUPER STRAIGHT RIGHT??? It’s not like he spends half the time he’s with robin staring at the reader (and his ass) nooo way no. But then then Steve spots the reader at the pool, flirting it up with Billy (pre assimilation ofc). Steve gets jealous and drags the guy he’s TOOOOTALLY not gay for out of the sweltering summer sun (cough cough sweat kink) and claims him in the locker room. Bonus breeding kink: Steve says he’s gonna get the reader nice and knocked up so he can’t go being a slut to other guys 😇😇😇

19.

pairing: joe goldberg x male reader

request: can you write for penn badgely/joe goldberg , basically joe is obsessed with reader and has been stalking him for months. he decides to go talk to reader and drugs him by offering a coffee and kidnaps him and puts him in the glass cage. You can do the rest :)

20.

pairing: kj apa x male reader

request: What if he gets his boyfriend pregnant for real 🧍‍♂️ like mpreg 🧍‍♂️ like magical mpreg 🧍‍♂️ 😁Aaaand his boyfriend calls him to tell him the good news while he’s mid-workout at the gym-Aaaaand so he comes home to fuck the shit out of his boyfie :D sweaty and all because uhhhh musk :D

21.

pairing: Tanner Buchanan x male reader

request: Can I request some Tanner Buchanan x male reader ★ pls? He's been living in my brain rent free ever since Cobra Kai season 6 came out

22.

pairing: dylan minnettee x male reader

request: could you write about dylan minette x reader fucking in the shower ILY

23.

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

request: cheater rafe angst???

24.

pairing: jake gyllenhaal x male reader x tom holland

request: Would you be ever able to write a Jake gyllenhaal x Tom holland x male reader smut where they are filming Spider-Man far from home and fuck on set?

25.

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: rafe fucking ex reader

26.

pairing: dick grayson x male reader

summary: healing his wounds after a night patrol and things get steamy

27.

pairing: wolverine x male reader

summary:

28.

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: Rafe cameron hate sex after an argument and him saying how much he hates you but after says he loves you

29.

pairing: ian gallagher x male reader

summary: Ian Gallagher fic where they finally get to fuck after days of not being able to bc of work

30.

pairing: vinnie hacker x male reader

summary: Fucking vinnie hacker after a fashion show bc he looks so hot

31.

pairing: rafe cameron x male reader

summary: Rafe Cameron smut based on lyrics from 34 35 by Ariana grande

32.

pairing: carrington bornstein x male reader

summary: Carrington giving you a lusty look at a party and then taking you to the bathroom to give him head

#star talks

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dragonydreams · 3 months ago

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Fic: I'd Pick You Every Time - BuckTommy

Title: I'd Pick You Every Time Fandom: 9-1-1 Rating: Teen Audiences and Up Pairings/Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Tommy Kinard Additional Tags: Fluff, Tommy POV, Established Relationship Summary: Tommy and Buck have a perfect fall day. Word Count: 3,063 Disclaimer: I claim no ownership over these characters. I am merely borrowing them from Reamworks, Brad Falchuk Teley-Vision, Ryan Murphy Television, and 20th Television. Betas: Thank you to @medieshanachie for looking this over for me. Author's Note: I started writing this before 8x05.

The day had dawned clear and it looked like it was going to be a beautiful day in Southern California. Tommy smiled at the man curled into his side and marveled at how natural it felt to have Evan in his bed when he woke in the morning. He hoped that soon this would be an everyday occurrence, when they weren't on opposite shifts, at least, but for now, he'd relish the time they did have to spend together.

He brought a hand up to ruffle through Evan's sleep mussed curls, loving how Evan's new haircut kept his hair at the perfect length to bury his hands in. Evan sighed in his sleep and snuggled closer to Tommy.

"Evan, sweetheart, it's time to get up," Tommy said.

"Not yet," Even mumbled. "No plans today. We can sleep more."

"Oh, but I do have plans for us," Tommy said, his hand drifting down to run along Evan's spine.

"Sexy plans?" Evan asked, cracking open one eye to glance up at Tommy.

"You'll only find out if you get up," Tommy said, elusively.

"Are you going to tell me the plans if I get out of bed?" Evan asked.

"No," Tommy answered. "It's a surprise."

"Will I like it?"

"Have you not liked any of my surprises so far?"

"You have a point." Evan sighed heavily before rolling onto his back and then sitting up. "Okay, fine, I'll get up. But you're making coffee while I shower."

"It's a deal," Tommy agreed. "Dress for being outdoors. I'll get the coffee going and shower when you're done."

Tommy started to get out of bed when Evan's hand on his arm pulled him back.

"Don't think you're leaving me here without a good morning kiss," Evan said, pouting.

"Silly me," Tommy said, leaning over to kiss his boyfriend.

"That's better," Evan said, tossing off the covers and getting up.

Tommy watched him walk to the bathroom before sliding out of bed and heading to the kitchen to make the promised coffee.

~~*~~

They'd been on the road for nearly an hour and Evan was starting to get antsy. He'd been doing a pretty good job of not constantly asking where they were going and when they'd get there, but Tommy could tell that the not knowing was starting to make his boyfriend anxious.

"I'll give you a hint," Tommy said when they were only about twenty minutes away from their destination.

"Finally," Evan exclaimed. "Tell me."

"It has to do with something that you can eat, but also use as a decoration this time of year," Tommy offered.

"Are we going apple picking?" Evan asked.

"Close, but no," Tommy said.

"Can I get another hint?" Evan asked, looking over at Tommy through his eyelashes.

"People use a spice version of it in way too many things this time of year," Tommy said.

"We're getting pumpkins!" Evan exclaimed, excitedly. "You know they sell them at Ralphs."

"Yes, we are, and yes, I know that, but it's a nice day for a drive and it's more fun getting them from the source," Tommy said.

"And what are we going to do with these pumpkins?" Evan asked.

"We'll carve them and put them on the front steps so kids know to stop at my house for Trick-or-Treating," Tommy said, as if that was obvious.

Evan seemed to melt a bit at that. "You give out candy on Halloween?"

"When I'm not on shift, of course," Tommy said. "Don't you?"

"I've worked almost every Halloween since I became a firefighter," Evan admitted.

"Including this one?" Tommy asked. "I hoped we'd hand out candy together."

"Actually, I am off this Halloween. Been meaning to ask what we're doing, and now I have my answer," Evan said.

"Are you okay with that? You don't want to be out partying?" Tommy asked.

"If you're there, it's the party I want to be at," Evan insisted. "A night handing out candy and watching a movie with you sounds perfect."

"Thank goodness; I've been saving Hocus Pocus until Halloween night," Tommy said.

"Seriously? That's your Halloween movie of choice? Not some scream fest?" Evan asked.

"Don't you think we see enough horror in our day to day lives? Give me camp and Bette Middler any day," Tommy said.

Evan laughed. "If I didn't already know you were gay, that would have definitely outed you."

Tommy dramatically gasped and pressed a hand to his chest. "Hey, now."

Both of them burst into laughter.

A few minutes later, Tommy turned into the driveway for the pumpkin patch. It took them a few minutes to find a parking spot, as they weren't the only ones to take advantage of the beautiful day to pick their pumpkins, but eventually they found a spot and headed in.

"Hey, they have baked goods," Evan said, heading towards a table with pies, tarts, and cookies for sale.

"Let's choose our pumpkins first and then we can look at the edibles," Tommy suggested.

"Oh right, that makes sense," Evan said. He looked around and saw dozens and dozens of pumpkins set out for them to choose from. "Wow, that's a lot of pumpkins."

Tommy laughed. "Yeah, that's why I picked this place. C'mon."

He led Evan over to the pumpkins and they spent the next fifteen minutes inspecting all of them for the perfect carving surfaces.

Once they had each chosen a pumpkin to carve, Evan insisted on getting half a dozen gourds as well - to be split between their dining tables as centerpieces. They also bought a pumpkin pie.

They stopped for lunch at a diner on the way home, hungry after digging through all of the pumpkins.

When they got back to Tommy's house, he immediately spread newspapers over the dining table before putting the pumpkins there.

"Where did you find actual newspapers?" Evan asked.

"Brought them home from the station. My Captain still likes to read a physical paper during down time."

"Old school," Buck said. "Comes in handy sometimes, I guess."

Tommy chuckled as he brought a large bowl over to place on the table for the pumpkin guts before going back to the kitchen for a couple of large knives and large metal spoons.

After placing everything on the table he looked over to see Evan wearing the apron he kept in Tommy's kitchen. It made his heart flutter to know that Evan was comfortable enough in his home to keep a spare apron there because he cooked there often enough to warrant one. Before Evan, Tommy had never even considered an apron but he had to admire the one his man was wearing.

Grinning, Tommy said, "You think this requires the apron?"

"I hear pumpkin carving is messy work," Evan said, shrugging.

"You hear? You've never done this before?" Tommy asked, shocked. He knew Evan didn't have the most loving childhood, but even his crappy parents had carved pumpkins with him. Well, his mother had.

"I helped Christopher and Eddie carve some pumpkins a couple of years ago, but my parents wouldn't let us. Too dangerous," Evan admitted. "That was one thing Maddie couldn't sneak. We did paint pumpkins a couple of times, though."

"Evan," Tommy sighed, moving over to comfort his boyfriend. Evan folded himself into Tommy's embrace.

"It's okay, I'm over it now." He pressed a kiss to Tommy's lips. "I'm glad that I get to do things like this with you; now."

"Me, too," Tommy said. He kissed Evan again before returning to his pumpkin.

Tommy unbuttoned his flannel shirt before removing it completely, revealing his tank top underneath.

Evan whistled. "Didn't realize this activity came with a stripshow."

"You might want to push up your sleeves or change into a t-shirt. As you said, it can get messy," Tommy suggested.

Shrugging, Evan removed the apron from over his head before pulling off his henley, leaving him in the t-shirt he had on underneath, before re-situating the apron.

"Better?" Evan asked.

Tommy ran his eyes over Evan clad in a t-shirt, jeans, and an apron and wished that he'd suggested that his boyfriend wear just the apron. He mourned the lost opportunity and filed the suggestion away for another day.

"Perfect," he said, picking up one of the carving knives. Evan did the same and they cut holes in the tops of their pumpkins. They scooped out the insides, laughing as their arms became increasingly covered in pumpkin guts.

"Good call on removing the long sleeves," Evan said, laughing as he pulled out another scoop from his pumpkin.

Once Tommy declared the insides clean enough, they took a break to wash their forearms. Tommy went first, and while Buck was washing, Tommy grabbed the bowl with the insides from the pumpkins. He grabbed another large mixing bowl and started separating the seeds into it as best as he could.

"Whatcha doing?" Evan asked, drying his hands.

"I am cleaning the seeds so that we can roast them," Tommy explained. "Can you fill that pot," he nodded towards the pot on the stove, "with water and set it on the stove? Toss in some salt, too. We need to bring it to a boil."

"You've got it," Evan said, doing as he was asked.

A few minutes later Tommy was satisfied that he had most of the seeds out of the guts and took them over to the sink. He transferred the seeds to a colander and ran it under the cold water, making sure to get rid of any remaining pumpkin as he did so.

The water was boiling by the time he was done, so he transferred the seeds to the boiling water and set a timer for five minutes. He also turned on the oven so it could preheat.

"Do you want to grab a baking sheet and the parchment paper?" Tommy asked, not wanting to leave Evan out of the process.

"On it," Evan said, moving to grab them.

While Evan did that, Tommy rinsed out the colander and left it in the sink for after the seeds were done boiling. Then he laid out a clean towel for the seeds to dry on.

"Now what?" Evan asked once everything was prepped.

"Now this," Tommy said, pressing Evan against the counter and kissing him. Evan made an appreciative noise and pulled Tommy closer. They made out hungrily until the timer went off.

"No," Evan protested as Tommy pulled away to turn off the stove. "More kissing."

"We can kiss more later," Tommy promised. "Let's finish prepping the seeds and then we can actually carve the pumpkins."

Evan pouted, but followed Tommy as he took the pot of seeds to the sink and poured them into the colander. Once Tommy was satisfied that there was no pumpkin attached to the seeds, he brought the colander to the towel and poured out the seeds. He proceeded to pat them as dry as possible before transferring them to the paper lined baking sheet.

He grabbed the Tuscan Herb olive oil and poured it over the seeds and then sprinkled salt over them. Some years he used actual spices, but he'd recently found this flavorful olive oil and decided to use this instead since olive oil was a must. After blending it all together with his hands, he spread out the seeds.

"Can you put that in the oven?" Tommy requested. "My hands are a little slippery."

Evan smirked, but did as Tommy asked. "That's it?"

Tommy went to wash his hands. "That's it," he confirmed. "I'll stir them in about 10 minutes and 10 minutes after that they'll be done."

"So, pumpkins?" Evan prompted.

"Pumpkins," Tommy confirmed. He held up a couple of Sharpies. "Do you want to draw your design or are you gonna freestyle it?"

"I think I'm gonna freestyle," Evan said.

Tommy set down one of the markers. "As you wish." He began to draw his design on the pumpkin. Once his design was complete, he began to carve.

Every so often he'd glance up to check on Evan, who had his bottom lip between his teeth as he concentrated on his carving. It was the most adorable thing and Tommy had to make an effort not to sigh in contentment.

When the timer went off, he went and stirred the pumpkin seeds, which smelled delicious, before returning to work.

The next time the timer went off, Evan offered to get it. He removed the tray from the oven and set it to cool. "This smells fantastic," he commented as he returned to the table.

"We can snack on them later while we watch something," Tommy said.

"I like this plan," Evan said. "How's yours coming? Because I think I'm done."

"I'm nearly there," Tommy said.

Evan came around the table and Tommy pulled his pumpkin closer. "No peeking," he admonished.

Evan laughed and kissed the top of Tommy's head. He trailed a hand across Tommy's shoulders before stepping back. When he came back into view, he was wearing Tommy's flannel, which had been hanging on the back of Tommy's chair.

Tommy raised an eyebrow at him. Evan ducked his head, grinned, and shrugged. "I was getting cold."

Tommy couldn't deny that his boyfriend looked especially hot wearing his flannel open over his apron. He licked his lips.

"I swear, I'm almost done," Tommy said, turning his attention back to his pumpkin.

Evan laughed and sat back down. He pulled out his phone and lost himself in whatever he'd looked up.

"Hey, did you know the practice of eating pumpkin seeds started in Mexico dating all the way back to 7000 B.C.?" Evan asked, looking up from his phone.

"I did not know that," Tommy admitted. "I just knew that they were healthy."

"I wonder if Eddie's abuela has any good recipes with them. She makes the best tamales," Evan said, wistfully.

"You've had Eddie's abuela's tamales?" Tommy asked, trying not to sound jealous.

"Yeah, we spent a lot of dinners at her house before she moved back to Texas a couple of years ago," Evan said. "She helped take care of Christopher a lot, especially when they first moved here. She was at Maddie and Chim's wedding, but you probably don't remember meeting her."

"I was a little exhausted that day," Tommy recalls. "I kind of remember an older woman standing with Christopher, but if we talked at all, I can't remember."

"That's okay," Evan assured him. "Next time she visits we'll all hang out together. I know she'll want to meet you properly, especially now that we've been together for a while."

"You're that close to her?" Tommy asked, surprised.

"She may have said I was like another grandson," Evan admitted. "It was nice having a grandmother figure. I never really knew mine, so Eddie said he was happy to share his abuela."

"Ev-"

"Don't go feeling sorry for me every time I mention how cut off my family was, or how reserved my parents were," Evan said. "It is what it is, and I have a real family now with people who love me for me."

"I'm so happy that you have that kind of a family now," Tommy said.

Setting down his carving knife, Tommy said, "And I am now done."

"Finally!" Evan exclaimed. "Turn them around on the count of three. One, two, three!"

They turned their pumpkins around and Tommy laughed while Evan gasped.

"Oh, wow, Tommy, that's amazing," Evan said, taking in the helicopter carved into Tommy's pumpkin.

"And I see you went with the classic jack-o-lantern face," Tommy said.

"Figured I should keep it simple for my first try," Evan said. "I think it came out pretty good for a novice."

"It came out great, babe," Tommy said.

"Nowhere near as good as yours," Evan demurred.

"Maybe next year you can try something a little more complicated," Tommy said.

"Or I can get another pumpkin from Ralphs and actually do some research and watch some Youtube videos on pumpkin carving," Evan said.

"Or you can do that," Tommy said. "I'm sorry for springing that on you. I know how you like to research before doing things."

"Don't be sorry. I loved everything about today," Evan said, getting up and pulling Tommy to stand, too. "I wouldn't want to change a single thing about today."

"Good, me either. It was kind of perfect," Tommy agreed. He kissed Evan, briefly. "Let's get this cleaned up and we can go enjoy our pumpkin seeds and a movie."

"I like this plan," Evan said, removing his apron and tossing it on the stairs to go into the laundry hamper later.

They'd done a pretty good job of keeping the mess on the newspaper, so cleanup actually went pretty quickly. They rinsed their carving tools and put them in the dishwasher before pouring the cooled seeds into a bowl.

Tommy grabbed a couple of beers while Evan grabbed the seeds and they settled on the couch.

Tommy plucked at the flannel that Evan was still wearing. "You think I can get that back? Now I'm getting cold."

"Nope, this is mine now," Evan said, smugly, snuggling against Tommy.

Before Evan could get too comfortable, Tommy got up to grab a sweatshirt. Evan was pouting when he sat back down.

"I liked the bare arms," Evan said, running his hand over a now-covered arm.

"Bare arms are less attractive covered in goosebumps," Tommy pointed out.

"Okay, fine," Evan relented, turning so he was pressed against Tommy's side, and Tommy lifted his arm so Evan could snuggle closer. "This is good, too."

"I'm so glad you approve," Tommy said, dryly.

Tommy pressed a kiss to Evan's temple, grabbed a handful of pumpkin seeds, and settled in to watch Practical Magic.

"You know, I never watched this many rom-coms when I dated women," Evan said, teasingly.

"Either you were a bad boyfriend or they had bad taste in movies," Tommy said. He wasn't ashamed of his love of romantic comedies. "Rom-coms are awesome."

Evan looked up at him. "I'm beginning to realize that."

Tommy couldn't help it. He pulled Evan around so he could kiss him, long and slow. Evan looked dazed when Tommy sat back.

"Now let me start this over, the backstory is important."

Evan laughed as he resettled himself within Tommy's arms. "Okay, bring on the romance."

The End

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joels-shitty-puns · 1 year ago

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The Key To Your Heart - Track 10

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Musician!Reader

Series Summary: After writing your feelings for Pedro into a song, it gains a lot more popularity than expected. Ultimately it brings both criticism and support, with new possibilities around the corner.

Series Warnings: 18+ only (MDNI). Alluding to sexual scenarios. Kissing. Panic/Anxiety Attack. Fat shaming, name calling. Mentions of food, weight loss, weight gain, dieting, weighing, potential eating disorder, food guilt. Potential for puns/dad jokes (name of my blog, and the fic) should give that away. This is my first fic which should be its own warning, lol. Also some cursing. Mentions of masturbation (f). Sadness, reader is pretty depressed. Poor body image. Rude people. Bullying-ish and just lack of support? Anxiety. Age gap! Reader is in her mid 20's, Pedro is current age (48).

Other stuff: Reader is plus sized. AFAB. Inexperienced. Also has a dog, but you can pretend it is another creature probably. Further, in case it isn't clear, italics almost always are the reader's inner thoughts!

Word Count: 6.6k

Series List: Here!

Miss Track 9? Here!

Hi!!!! Once again I want to apologize for taking so long with this. I can't seem to ever stay awake to do anything. That being said, here it is! This is the last main chapter of our little lovebirds. There will be at least one, likely two bonus tracks coming soon though :) Also there's a smidge of Spanish in here from Pedro, but the translation is included in the end of the sentence. I took some Spanish classes back in the day but I don't speak it and had to use Google translate. So if it ISN'T right and you do speak Spanish, please let me know lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy these little cuties on their first date. There's a lot, a lot, a lot of kissing in here (sorry...) and overall they're just grossly in love lol. Please let me know what you think, and if you've seriously read this far, I LOVE YOU! This is my first series, and honestly my first fic other than the one I wrote in my diary lmao. Like the reader, I am incredibly inexperienced so writing a relationship has been a bit of a challenge and half the time I don't believe the actual words I'm writing. But I really only started writing it as a way to write down my daydreams :) So to have support means the world to me, and hearing people comment/DM me saying how much they relate has meant so much and makes me feel a lot less alone, because ultimately, it doesn't matter how fictional it is, most of reader's feelings are my own. To anyone else in the same boat, I get you! Hang in there. I think there's a Pedro out there for us all. Someday. Anywho, pardon my ramble. Thank you for reading, I hope you like it. ❤

The next morning, you woke up and stretched your limbs, rolling over in your comfortable bed as the sunshine poured in through the window. At the shuffling of your body, Skipper groaned, wiggling a little in bed, nearly shoving you off the edge. You reached for your phone, blinking through your sleep a couple times before seeing a text from Pedro. “Good morning beautiful! I can't wait for our date today. I was thinking maybe we could start around 2:30 and spend the day together, if you'd like. But if that's too much, we can just make it a dinner date. Up to you which you would prefer. I understand either way. Love you ❤️”

He wants to spend the whole day with me!? And he sent me a good morning text and called me beautiful? Then signed it with a heart and love you?!!!! How did I get this man?

Your grin eclipsed your face, making you squint. If Mr. Grumpybutt weren't sharing the bed with you, you'd probably squeal and kick your feet. Tapping your phone screen, you typed out a reply. “Morning handsome ❤️ I would love nothing more than to spend the day with you. I love you too!” You sent the message before crawling out of bed gently, receiving a dirty look from Skip.

“Alright Grump. Go back to bed. Geez,” you laughed. If looks could kill, you thought. He turned back on his side, letting out a grumble and sigh, resulting in a laugh from you. Acts like he pays rent and works 40 hours a week…

You took a relaxing shower, making sure to be all nice and fresh for your date with the man of your dreams. While brushing your teeth, you noticed he had replied. “Great, I can't wait. I'll be at your place at 2:30. :)”

“Can't wait to see you. What do you have planned? I'm wondering how to dress.”

“Wear whatever you feel good in, baby. I'm sure you'll look amazing. Probably something casual you can walk around comfortably in for the day. Maybe something a little dressier for the evening, but you don't need to carry it around. We will make a stop at your place before and you can change”

Wow he really has this planned out.

“What have you got planned, P? This sounds elaborate. You know you don't need to put in all that effort, I'm already yours ❤️”

“You deserve the world, my love.”

Dressed in a pair of leggings and a light sweater, you felt reasonably cute while still being comfortable for whatever activity Pedro had in mind. Plus, with the crisp November air, you would be nice and warm. You were just finishing tying your sneakers when your doorbell rang.

You opened the door to find your handsome boyfriend standing on your step, a bouquet of red roses in his hand. “Mi amor,” he handed you the roses, kissing your cheek and hand. “Thank you Pedro,” your cheeks heated. “Come in,” you pulled his hand across the doorway towards the living room. Skipper pushed past you to investigate, causing Pedro to drop your hand.

“Well there he is! That handsome boy!” Skipper’s tail wagged and his butt wiggled as Pedro crouched to give ear scratches. “Oh, I love you too,” Pedro answered when Skip kissed his face frantically. A fit of giggles erupted from Pedro, making your heart swell with joy. He has the cutest laugh, and the fact that your dog is causing it was surreal.

“You're just a beautiful boy! Aren't you?! Hermoso, igual que tu mamá,” he held Skipper’s face, kissing his nose. (Beautiful, just like your mama)

Your chest was filled with butterflies. Holy shit, he's charming. “Thank you, Pedro,” you said in a whisper, not even sure if he would hear. Turning his head from your dog, Pedro looked up at you, giving you a gentle smile; but the eye contact was quickly torn away when Skipper pressed a needy paw to Pedro's chest. Both of you now giggling, Pedro continued to pet Skipper, stopping to give him a hug and some more nose kisses.

“Alright. I gotta ask…” you prompted, causing Pedro to turn his head towards you again. “Are you just dating me to hang out with my dog?” You smirked.

Pedro turned back to Skipper, speaking in a low voice. “She's catching on to us buddy. We've been made.” You burst out laughing, Skipper looking over at you as if his plan really had been foiled.

Pedro gave a final pat on Skipper’s head before standing and walking over to you. “Nonsense,” he pecked a kiss to your lips. “I do love that sweet boy of yours,” he replied before turning his face to whisper in your ear. “But I'm absolutely enamored with you, Mamacita.” The hair on your neck stood as a chill rushed down your spine. You bit your lower lip, and he stared back into your eyes, leaning in for a passionate kiss.

“You look beautiful,” he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“You look rather handsome, yourself,” you replied. His hair was brushed back and to the side, his curls neatly swept and threatening to break free around his face. You wondered whether he asked for help to make his hair look extra nice for your date or if he styled it himself.

Running your fingertips over his patched salt and pepper beard, your hands found the small heart shaped patches near his chin. You brushed your thumb over his jaw before leaning in to press a kiss on the bare skin, causing his eyes to close as he let out a sigh. The whiskers tickled your cheeks as you continued kissing up his jawline, back across his cheek, and on his nose before pulling away to look into his eyes.

He opted to not wear glasses today, allowing you a closer look into his deep brown eyes which were softening under your gaze. “You ready to go, baby?” He asked you, his hand on your hip as he rubbed circles with his thumb.

“Absolutely,” you smiled. He wore a pair of dark jeans, tennis shoes, and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearm. He looked absolutely… incredible.

While you were grabbing your bag, he grabbed Skipper's leash. “Is Skipper coming too?” You asked, confused.

Skipper was twirling now, impatient to go somewhere.

“Sure is! Couldn't leave him out. But don't worry, you and I will have the night to ourselves,” he winked.

You looked downward, feeling shy and flushed. “Okay,” you giggled, clipping Skip to his leash and heading for the door.

“Do you want to take my car? You'll get dog hair and slobber in yours,” you offer.

“I don't mind! I love dogs,” Pedro replied, opening the door for Skipper to climb in the back seat. After closing the door, he opened the passenger door for you. Such a gentleman, you thought with a sigh, getting in and thanking him.

As the car sped along, you looked over at your boyfriend driving the car. Boyfriend! That'll never get old… you thought to yourself. The air conditioning blew the few loose strands of hair on the top of his head, and his left hand gripped the wheel, making the veins on his hand prominent. With his right hand, he reached over, holding your left in his, resting on top of your thigh.

He really did look beautiful. You couldn't help but stare at him as he expertly drove the car, hand flexing as he turned the wheel. His mouth pursed and he licked his lips, his tongue slowly jutting out to wet them.

Damn, I want those lips on mine. That tongue in my mouth, you thought, feeling rather warm, despite the air conditioning swirling around the car.

“So where are we spending the day?” You asked, trying to quiet the flames of attraction licking at your pulse.

“It's a surprise! But we're almost there,” he answered, rubbing his thumb over the top of your hand.

Pedro looked in the side mirror and laughed. “Babe, look at Skipper.”

You looked to see him with his head out the window, ears and lips blown back with the wind, his tongue lolled out to the side and blowing with the speed of the vehicle.

You both chuckled before you warned him, “your car is going to be covered in slobbers, Pedro!” He gave another quick look to Skipper before replying. “That's okay. It'll help me remember this day until I wash it again,” he looked over at you and smiled. It felt so natural. So… domestic, the two of you sitting in the car, going on a date, him holding your hand while driving, and the two of you laughing at your dog in the back seat. It was just perfect. Everything you dreamed.

He wasn't joking when he said you were almost there. It was only about five more minutes until the car pulled into the parking lot of the dog-friendly beach.

Stepping out of the vehicle, you took a deep breath, inhaling the familiar smell of salty sea air and hearing the chatter of gulls. The breeze blew your hair gently, but the day was relatively warm for November.

After the three of you exited the car, Pedro opened the trunk, pulling out a large picnic basket and tote bag. “You really came prepared, didn't you? Pedro, this is really special. Thank you.” Your eyes felt teary and the smile you held was genuine. Nobody has ever put this much effort into anything for you. Other than him.

“You don't need to thank me. I want you to be happy and I want the three of us to have a nice day,” he added, pecking your lips.

“Wait.. Pedro,” you frowned. “It looks kind of crowded. Should I be nervous about paparazzi or anything?” Your stomach bubbled with nervous energy.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. Celebs come here all the time. I've come here before. If they do, they might take pictures, but usually it's pretty low-key here. Try not to worry too much. I want you to have a nice time,” he squeezed your hand affectionately.

“Okay. I trust you,” you smiled at him as the three of you walked towards the sand, finding a nice place to picnic. Pedro unpacked, laying down a large blanket before setting up the spread of sandwiches, veggies, and fruit. He offered you a cold drink from the basket and the two of you sat, using a metal stake to secure Skipper’s leash near your blanket. He flopped onto his side, content to be sunbathing with some of his favorite people.

The lunch consisted of peaceful conversations and laughter, learning more about each other despite having talked for several months now. It seemed you could never run out of conversation topics. But even in the quiet moments, it wasn't uncomfortable. It felt relaxing. You were both content being able to sit together in silence and just enjoy each other's company.

After your meal, you packed up the basket and headed for the car again to put the things away, opting for a walk unburdened by carrying items across the sand. Neither of you brought a swimsuit today, but despite the California sun, it was still November, and the Pacific ocean was never really warm, even in the middle of summer. That didn't seem to bother Skipper very much though. As the two of you walked hand in hand near the water, barefoot in the wet sand, he ran laps around Pedro holding him on the leash, occasionally splashing through the shallow water before joining close by his family again.

He would definitely need a bath later, but you didn't mind. He was happy splashing around, having a great day. You were happy walking with the man of your dreams, fingers intertwined together. Everything felt right. You weren't even nervous, despite the way Pedro looked like the most handsome man you've ever seen, or the fact that he was famous, and that you occasionally received stares from other beach goers. Instead of the usual first-date nerves people get, you just felt love.

“So,” he started excitedly, “Obviously I have most of this date planned, but I also wanted to check in with you and see if you had anything particular in mind that you wanted to do together.”

You thought for a second, letting a memory burn into your thoughts. “Well,” you began, "I don't want to sound like a total creepy fan or anything...” you added, cautiously. You kinda were, with all the photos of him you had saved on your phone (prior to deleting them before your first meeting in person). But that's not important right now, and he probably doesn't need to know that. Maybe it can be a funny story later.

Pedro laughed, that cute little wheezy laugh he does with his giant smile that makes your stomach do somersaults. Those same somersaults you've been getting since you first saw that smile on the screen and knew you were absolutely screwed until you got over this crush. Or, unexpectedly, when you walked hand-in-hand with him, like you were now.

“But…?” he pondered, looking down at you sideways, with a playful smirk and those big brown eyes that could make you lose your mind. They absolutely glittered in the sunlight right now, reflecting all the joy and love he felt for you.

“Okay maybe I'm a little creepy…” you nudged him with your side, still gripping his hand in yours as the two of you walked peacefully. The beach was crowded, but you and him, and Skipper, were the only ones here as far as either of you were concerned. There could be a loud scream and it wouldn't compare to the squealing in your mind. A firework show would simply feel like a projection of your sparks. A tornado couldn't sweep you off your feet as well as he could.

“Is this where you tell me you've been watching me sleep through my window for the past three years or something?” He raised an eyebrow, playful smile still on his face as he licked his lips.

“What?” You squeaked, laughing. “No. I mean… I did have some pictures saved of you, and have maybe read a fictional story or two about you and your characters…” or a few thousand, you thought.

You cringed. Why the fuck did I say that out loud?!

Your cheeks felt hot and you diverted your eyes away from the man beside you, a nervous grimace painted across your mouth. He barked out a laugh, pulling you into his side for a hug. “Baby, you're cute. I don't mind that you used to read those. I don't even mind if you still do. No different than a book, right? Maybe it'll give us some fun date ideas.” He rested his head on top of yours innocently.

Oh, if only he knew the things you read.

“Right. Fun date ideas,” you smirked to yourself. He pulled away to look at you, eyebrow raising playfully.

“Sweetheart,” he interrogated in the same tone you use when Skipper steals a sock from the laundry, “what kind of stories are you reading about me and my characters, huh?” He lifted your chin to meet his eyes. You'd feel nervous from his tone if he didn't flash a smug, knowing grin at you.

“Oh, you know…” you shrugged. “Just the typical romance stuff,” you turned, facing him and resting your hand on his chest, tracing a circle over his heart with your finger. You felt his pulse pick up under your touch, and saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed.

“What kind of thoughts are going through that pretty head of yours?” He asked, raising his brow while you continued tracing little hearts into his shirt with your index finger.

“Wouldn't you like to know?” You winked before removing your hand from his chest. Starting to walk away, you continued your earlier statement. “Anyway, as I was saying-”

“Oh, no you don’t,” he interrupted, laughing. “Don't think you're getting out of this conversation that easy,” he gently pulled your forearm, stopping your movement and sending you twirling into his arms once again.

“Maybe someday I'll tell you,” you giggled, booping his nose.

“Someday? Why not tell me now?” He ran his thumb over your lip, eyes drifting down quickly before returning to your eyes.

“I'll show you the fanfics I read about you when I know you're stuck with me and you aren't going to run for the hills,” you laughed nervously, only partially joking.

His playful demeanor vanished before your eyes, turning into a look of… concern? Oh no. This is it. Where he realizes what a mistake he made. Where he says he doesn't want to be together. Where he breaks my heart.

He gently held your arm, rubbing soft strokes. “Honey. What are you talking about?” His soft brown eyes searched your face. You gulped, not wanting to make eye contact, but he again pulled your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “I…” you floundered for the words. “I don't want to scare you away.”

“Why would I be scared away?” he asked in almost a whisper, concern and sadness lacing his features.

“Because I just had this huge, huge crush on you. So, I read fanfics and I saved all your photos and I watched all your movies. I spent more time on social media looking for updates on you. Just so I could see you, or imagine what being with you would feel like. Like a total crazy person. An absolute psycho creeper.”

“Baby…” he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You aren't any of those things. I actually think that’s kind of sweet. Although, it makes me a little sad thinking about the pain you must have felt, having these strong feelings and not having found each other yet.” He brushed your hair out of your face, settling his other hand on your waist before continuing.

“Feelings make us feel a little crazy sometimes, and although I never read fanfiction about you, or had any pictures to save, I would be lying if I said I didn't take a screenshot of us that first night you showed me your face.” He rubbed his neck bashfully.

Fanfic about me? What? If that even exists, I gotta see what people are saying…

“You did?” His admission surprised you, to say the least. He sighed before answering. “Yes. I had - have,” he corrected himself, “a pretty big crush on you too, baby. But I felt like I was betraying you in a way, taking a picture of you during our video chat. I just wanted to remember your face if I never saw it again,” he sighed.

“I fell in love with you the first time I heard your song... I heard you sing about your feelings and daydreams. So… you admitting about fanfiction and pictures isn't all that surprising.” You lowered your eyes in embarrassment.

“Hey, look at me.” He stroked your cheek. You looked up and he continued. “I took that picture because I had already fallen so head-over-heels for you that the first time I saw your face, I stopped breathing. Although I knew I wouldn't be able to get the image of you out of my mind, I couldn't risk forgetting the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my life.”

You dropped your gaze again, cheeks feeling a permanent state of warmth and butterflies dancing from your stomach to your chest. “You don't honestly mean that, Pedro.” You sighed. “I appreciate it, but there's no way. I really don't know what you could ever see in someone like me,” you whispered, barely audible. If you weren't standing so close, he would've missed it.

Instead of responding, he dropped his arms from your body. At the loss of contact, your heart sank. But when you lifted your head to meet his eyes, he was fishing around his pocket for his phone. Calling an Uber to leave? Your self-doubt pestered.

A few taps to his screen later and he held up his phone. There you were, sitting at your table in your favorite dress, with your favorite food and flowers on the table. You had the biggest smile on your face and in the bottom corner, you could see Pedro looking handsome as always, and absolutely smitten with you, the largest grin painted across his features.

At the sight of the image, your heart warmed. “See what you mean to me?” He asked, putting his phone back into his pocket. You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you,” you choked out, leaning forward to mold your lips to his. They fit together perfectly. Like they were made for each other. He pressed back before opening his mouth ever so slightly to lick at your lips. Matching his movements, your tongues met, dancing a waltz in exploration as he pulled you forward by your lower back, seeming as if trying to get as close as possible somehow.

As the two of you paused for air, he ran his hand further down your back, just barely grazing the dip of your spine where your torso meets your butt. He gave you a look, almost to determine your reaction, asking permission to let his hand continue. When you didn't back away, going as far as pulling him closer around his neck and leaning in for another kiss, he pressed his lips against yours in return and let his hands wander a little further down. When his hand wrapped around the cheek of your ass, you squeaked. This is new… and I like it, you thought. His whole hand fit across your cheek. His huge hands. You whimpered as he gave a squeeze, like he was claiming you as his own.

“I love you too.” He finally responded, pulling out of the kiss to search your eyes. “So tell me… what was this activity you wanted to add to our date? The one you fear makes you sound like a creepy fan?” He let out a small laugh, brushing your nose with his.

“This,” you replied, pressing another kiss.

“Kissing?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over your waist and resting his forehead to yours. “I think we've already been doing that, if I'm not mistaken.” He pecked your lips with his.

“Yes,” you kissed. “Well,” kiss. “Actually,” you pulled away enough to explain. “I read this interview you gave a few years ago about your ideal first date?”

“Yeah?”

“You said something about ‘a date that doesn't feel like a date. And

hopefully by the end, or throughout, very

good kissing.” You said, slightly cautious at your memorization, a bit nervous at the implication of what you're saying.

“Oh, is that what you want?” He flashed his eyes up to look at you, giving a devilish smirk.

“Well, as someone who hadn't been kissed yet when I read it, I sorta lost my mind over it,” you laughed. “Obviously we've kissed before, but if it were up to me your lips would never leave mine,” you pressed your lips to his again.

“I think we should be able to make that happen,” he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before pulling you in for another kiss. “Mmmm” you sighed, pulling away from his lips. “Never gets old.” You held his hand in yours, the two of you walking again down the beach.

“So I was thinking,” he began, “since you said you deleted all your photos, and I only have the one, maybe we could make some new photos… together,” the corner of his mouth turned up into a crooked smile. You grinned and nodded excitedly. “Please!”

Pulling out his phone, the two of you took several photos together. Some just smiling, some with Skipper, and your personal favorites, the ones with him kissing you. This will make for a perfect lockscreen, you imagined.

As you approached the edge of a rocky cliffside at the end of the beach, a sea lion barked in the distance. Skipper perked up, tilting his head and letting his ears twitch before returning a “boof.” The two of you laughed, ushering your dog away from making any wild ocean friends, and headed towards the boardwalk.

After grabbing an ice cream at a candy shop, you were so deep in conversation and laughter that you didn't notice the girl off to the side looking nervous. Slowly she walked over. Skipper put up his guard, but as she approached, she gave a kind wave. “Hi… I'm sorry to bother you. I'm a big fan of you both.”

“Us… both?!” You responded, surprised. Pedro shook his head with a laugh before thanking the fan.

“Of course! Your music is amazing! I listen to it on my way home from work everyday. I relate to so many of your songs.”

“Wow, thank you so much. I never expected to be recognized. You're so kind,” you replied honestly.

She asked for a photo with you both, and after obliging, she mentioned before leaving, “by the way, I was following all the news that went down. I just want to say I think it's cute how you guys got together and you make a really cute couple. Okay bye! Thank you again!!” And with that, she scurried away, leaving you to look at Pedro in surprise. “Wow” you replied with a laugh. “I can't believe I'm getting recognized,” you spoke quietly.

“How do you feel about it?” Pedro asked cautiously.

“I feel… okay, so far. This was a nice interaction, and even though people keep looking at us… being able to be out in public with you, to show my face, kiss you, hug you, hold your hand,” you gave his hand a squeeze, “it makes it all worth it.”

“I couldn't agree more,” he looked into your eyes, giving a soft smile. You matched his expression before his face slowly faded into concern. “Do you think work will go okay for you? Now that it's out there?”

You took a deep breath, walking a few more steps with him down the boardwalk before replying. “I don't know. I guess so. Or… I hope so at least. I've had a few of my friends and coworkers message me kind words of encouragement. So at least I'll have some people on my side, even if anyone else has something to say. But really, they shouldn't. They already know me. They knew I liked you,” you leaned into him. “So they should be happy for me if anything. And if not, then… well, they didn't deserve to be my friend anyway,” you shrugged. “But I think I might take some time off to figure out everything, career wise,” you added. Still leaning into his side, Pedro unlatched his fingers from yours, opting to reach his arm around you, giving your shoulder a squeeze and rubbing soft circles into your upper arm.

“Baby,” Pedro began, his voice vibrating through your body as he leaned his head on yours, “I’m so proud of you. Have I told you how strong I think you are?” Your cheeks warmed and you grinned. “Thank you Pedro,” you wrapped your arms around his waist to hug him. “But I don't think I'm that strong. I struggle to open pickle jars just like the rest of us,” you joked.

Pedro gave a quiet snort. “You know what I mean, honey,” he laughed. “I don't mean physical strength. Though I'm sure you could hold your own in an arm wrestle, I mean your ability to handle all of this thrown at you so quickly. Your ability to adapt and stay cheerful about everything. You just keep continuing to amaze me,” he pulled his head away from yours to meet your gaze. He smiled softly and you thanked him.

“I don't feel very strong,” you mumbled, breaking away from his stare. “You are, though. You're strong, smart, beautiful. Talented. Passionate,” he kissed your lips.

“Pedro, I love you, but you always seem to use all these words I don't feel. You see me as someone completely different than the way I've always seen myself. I want to believe you, but-” you sighed. “No one else has ever shown any indication that those are true,” you pouted, trying not to tear up.

“Hey, hey, whoa. Stop,” he halted your movements, pulling your chin up to his face. “Maybe they didn't see you, but I do. I feel all those things about you, and I'll spend every single day trying to prove it. I told myself I wouldn't get involved in romance a long time ago. But you changed all that.”

His chocolate brown eyes felt like they looked directly into your soul as he attempted to unravel your self-doubt. With a deep breath, you calmed enough to reply. “I love you, and I feel all those things for you as well. I'm glad you opened yourself up to love again.” You pressed a kiss to his lips. “I'm glad I met you” you sucked his lip. “I'm glad you're mine.” You kissed him again, deepening it, letting your tongue press gently to his and tangling together in passion before pulling away.

Skipper had completely rolled into his side in wait for you both, between the conversation and the kissing. When the two of you broke away with matching grins, you looked over to see the sun had sunk down to the border between sky and ocean. In its wake was a bright orange sky, with pink, purple, and yellow streaks mixed in, as if a painter had gotten a bit too carried away with the paints. It was blindingly beautiful.

Drawn to it like moths, the three of you walked towards the shoreline once again. You started to sit, but Pedro pulled you into his chest and fished for his phone.

You gave him a confused look before he kissed you deeply and held out his arm. Unlatching his lips from yours with a pop, he held up his phone to you with a smile. In front of the vibrant ocean sunset, the silhouette of a couple shared a loving kiss. For once, it was you in this couple photo. You and the man you love.

You walked a little farther down the sand before sitting down just above the line of wet sand to admire the sunset. Pedro sat behind you, his legs on either side of you while you lay back into his chest. As you leaned into him, he hugged around your body, molding himself to you and tracing light circles into the skin on your arms, making the hairs stand on end and a shiver to run down your spine.

Skipper flopped down nearby, clearly sleepy after a long walk and plenty of new smells. You ran a gentle hand down his back until you heard soft snores, then let him sleep, leaning your head on Pedro’s arm around your shoulder. “This sunset is beautiful,” you sighed, watching as the sun descended further below the ocean. It looked as if it was sinking deep below the surface, offering its light to the deep sea anglerfish miles below.

“It is amazing,” Pedro agreed, staring at you. “But my view is even better,” he added, and you could feel his eyes on the side of your face as he kissed your shoulder. You looked over at him, meeting his eyes, now sparkling with the orange of the sky. “Mine too,” you whispered, tilting your head to press another kiss to his lips.

When the sun went down completely, you headed to the car and Pedro drove back to your place so you could get ready for dinner.

Pedro sat on the couch patiently, stroking the fur on Skip’s back while he snoozed, his head in Pedro's lap. In your bedroom, you searched for the perfect outfit to wear, finally deciding on a nice dress and sweater.

Hopefully the restaurant isn't too cold, you thought.

Walking out of the bedroom, you joined your boys in the living room, only to be greeted by Pedro’s jaw hitting the floor. “Te ves tan hermosa mi amor,” he stuttered in Spanish, flipping languages so easily when he was overcome with emotion. (You look so gorgeous my love.)

He gently stood, sliding out from below your dog, before walking over to you. His eyes scanned your body from head to toe and back up again, making you feel nervous. “You… you look… wow.” He rubbed his hand over his chin, his thumb grazing his lip. His pupils grew, making his eyes ever-so-slightly darker. You shivered under his gaze.

At your shiver, his demeanor shifted. “Shit, are you cold? Baby, you look incredible, but if you're cold -”

“I'm not cold, Pedro,” you interrupted.

“Are you sure? I saw you shiver.” He stepped towards you, touching your arm. A buzz crept under your skin like a live wire. “It wasn't from the cold…” you replied.

“It wasn't from-?” He paused, the realization hitting him as he understood your shiver wasn't from cold but frankly.. the opposite. “Oh,” he hummed, settling his hand on your hip and stepping closer.

Another chill.

“Feeling excited for our date, huh?” His voice caressed into your ear as he kissed his way down your neck, pausing to take gentle nibbles on the skin of your collarbone, neck, and chin, before pulling you in by your waist to press a deep kiss to your mouth, his tongue finding yours.

This was starting to feel natural, kissing. And you two were getting good at it together. Knowing just the way his tongue moved, finding just the spot to make you whine. You even managed to find a spot of him that made a groan slip from his lips nearly every time. Kissing him was addicting, and you had no intention of kicking the habit.

He pulled away, pulling your lip with his teeth as you let out a slight hiss. “I'd love to do this all night, but I promised you dinner, my love,” he kissed your cheek, his beard scratching your face just right. You sighed, agreeing to dinner and taking a minute step back. It felt much warmer in the room than before, and you could tell he felt the same. As your eyes drifted across his body, he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat. Slowly sweeping his eyes down his body, it was evident you both wanted something beyond dinner.

But the gentleman he is, Pedro stepped forward again, taking your hand and leading you toward the door.

Pulling up to the curb, Pedro opened your door for you before handing his keys to the valet. Linking his arm with yours, the two of you walked into an elegant Italian restaurant. He gave the waitress his name, and she led you back to a secluded room where a single booth sat.

The room was dimly lit, illuminated by candles and twinkling fairy lights. They lined the ceiling, mimicking the starry sky, were it not for the smog of the city. You two walked toward the only booth, settled against the nook of a window, draped with a soft, thin white curtain covering the view from outside. Only the reflection of street lights peered through the thin drapery.

Sliding into the booth, Pedro sat next to you, close enough to touch, yet due to the curve of the corner booth, you were able to converse without craning your neck awkwardly. At the center of the table was a single red rose in a vase, sat next to the glow of a candle. The table itself was rounded and draped with an elegant dark red tablecloth.

Grabbing the triangular folded napkin off your plate, you folded it across your lap, Pedro doing the same. He reached over to you, taking your hand in his. He rolled his hand over the top of yours, linking his fingers between your own and giving a gentle squeeze while offering a soft smile.

You looked into his eyes, searching for the words he might be thinking. In his eyes you only found love and appreciation, pure happiness oozing from his features. When the waitress came back, she set a basket of bread with butter on the table and took your orders.

The night went smoothly, chatter filling the empty spaces while you enjoyed your meals. “Pedro, I know this is technically our first date, but I gotta say, I think I consider our video chat for my album as the first date. It was the first time I felt like I might actually have a shot with you. You put so much effort into that night and it was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for me. I didn't know I could fall for you any harder than I was, but you proved me wrong. And even though we didn't say it was a date, and I didn't have much experience before you, it felt more like a date than anything I had ever felt before. You're a real romantic, P.”

He smiled and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. “That felt like the first date to me too. I knew for sure that I loved you that night.” Your cheeks heated, and you leaned your head on his shoulder.

It was only when the bill arrived that you broke apart. Though you offered to pay, at least for your meal, Pedro wouldn't stand for that. After all, he told you, this date was his idea. So instead, you thanked him and left the restaurant the same way you entered, arms linked.

As Pedro pulled up outside of your home, you let out a sigh. It was already after 9 PM. You had spent nearly eight hours together and yet you dreaded the moment you'd be saying goodbye. It was almost that time already, yet it felt like only five minutes had passed.

Though the walk from Pedro’s car to your front door was rather short, you both managed to prolong it, walking as slow as possible. Clearly he wasn't ready for it to end either. Two love sick fools, just wanting to spend every moment together.

Teetering on the edge of goodbyes, you awkwardly stood by your door. There were no nerves at a first kiss, fortunately. There had been plenty of kisses shared today, and yesterday, and the day prior. In fact, if it weren't for breathing, eating, and other bodily functions, you'd be fine having your lips glued to his indefinitely.

So with that in mind, and the burning desire to spend more time together, as he said goodbye, placing a kiss to your lips and beginning to walk away, you grabbed his arm. “Wait,” you plead.

Pedro turned, looking at you as if you had something to say, or you had forgotten a sweater in the car. But instead, with your heart pounding in your ears, you quietly asked, “would you like to come in? I’m not quite ready to say goodbye.”

The question could be taken with so many potential implications, or none at all. All you knew for sure was that you wanted to spend more time with him. What happened next could be decided in the moment.

His eyes flashed surprise for a moment. He looked at you, trying to read your face for any details in your question, then stared at your front door before turning back to you and finally answering.

“I would love to,” he smiled.

And so the two of you walked through the threshold of your front door, buzzing with new possibilities just inside. But no matter how the rest of the evening takes place, you were in love, and for once, you were loved back.

The end! Thank you for reading! Stay tuned for the bonus tracks, and once again I'd love to hear what you think! Reblogs are appreciated as well :)

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zeeohoh · 9 months ago

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A/N : Oh my gosh this is my first fic and I'm impulsively writing it so it isn't proof read or I might overthink it and not post it.

pleaseee give me prompts or recommendations, not limited to Spencer! Any member of the BAU, or Criminal Minds, I am only halfway through season 9 so no spoilers!

I'm currently on 09x15 of Criminal Minds, and this episode is directed by our very own Mr. Gibson.

"Do you wanna come upstairs?"

(Gn!reader) after a particularly exhaustive case that struck Spencer the hard way, reader tries to be there for him ( this isn't a romantic fic but is up for interpretation/ as you wish ;) ) .

I've been a part of the BAU for about seven months now, I transferred a little while after my time in the field under the SOC, but I had assisted them on multiple cases before and was familiar with most of the team so the transition wasn't hard. I was great friends with Penelope already because she'd help me on my cases sometimes if she had the time to spare, she would invite me to her movie nights and outings and from there on I befriended the others. I was good friends with everyone on the team except Spencer, we weren't on bad terms or anything, but things were rocky, I had no doubt that he trusted me as a team member. Perhaps he just needed more time to consider me as anything more than that.

Everyone slept soundly in the bau jet as we headed back for Quantico. The team had been in Wisconsin for the past 6 days trying to chase down an unsub that had been kidnapping teenagers and sending letters to their parents written in their blood. This case was mentally and physically draining. I was sitting next to Morgan, who was sound asleep with his headphones on, occasionally stirring in his sleep, uneasy, he had taken a couple of hits chasing the unsub with JJ. The unsub might've gotten away if it wasn't for Spencer literally throwing himself at the unsub to subdue him. He may not look(or be) the most physically fit person on the team, but over the years during his time working for the FBI, he'd been more than able to stand his ground.

I couldn't fall asleep on the flight back so I thought I might as well make some coffee, as I was preparing the pot, I glanced around the jet and locked eyes with a certain Curly haired genius with a book in his hand, he looked like he'd woken up not long ago, I held up the pot in my hand as a way of asking him if he'd like some and he simply nodded with a tight lipped smile. I grabbed both of our coffees and set his down on the table infront of him.

"Thank you, Y/N, I thought you'd be asleep"

"I was, but Morgan keeps stirring in his sleep, and that woke me up, what about you? What's keeping you up? I figured you'd crash the second we boarded the jet, you must be exhausted"

"My side hurts from earlier so I can't find a comfortable position to sleep in, I'm just waiting to be back in Quantico so I can hopefully rest at home"

"Do you want- uh- would you want to sit here instead? I know the plane lands in the next 20 minutes and we're already almost there but-"

"I'd like that, thank you, Dr. Reid"

"Spencer"

"What?"

"Call me Spencer, if you'd like, Reid feels too formal, like we're nothing more than co-workers" he almost whispered the last bit ,there was a hint of disappointment written all over his face.

Was he...upset that I didn't call him Spencer?

"Okay, Spencer, I am just used to calling you Reid, has a nice ring to it, and for the record, I don't consider you as just a guy I work with, you're more than that" I smiled at him. "You can go back to your book if you want, we don't have to talk or anything"

"Oh okay" he looked as if he wanted to say something else but decided against it and reached out for his book instead

We sat in silence as he went back to his book and I leaned back in my seat and shut my eyes, the silence wasn't awkward, the silence was comfortable.

After landing, everyone filed into the bullpen as Penelope greeted us all with warm hugs.

"Everyone take the weekend off, I'll see you on Monday, Morgan, Reid, take care and let me know if you need anything"

Reid headed to his desk to grab a few things and I stayed behind, waiting for him.

"You haven't left yet?" He questioned me as he approached the elevator

"I was just waiting for you, we take the same train home so I figured we could head back together"

"I'd really like that" Spencer smiled at me.

I don't just want to walk him to the station, I really want to walk him home, just for my peace of mind, I don't know why, I just do

"You just missed your stop" He asked me as the doors closed on what should've been the stop I got off on everyday. "Are you walking me home?"

"...Is it okay if I do that? I mean it's not that I'm worried that you can't get back on your own with you being hurt, it's just that for my peace of mind-"

You're rambling, Y/N, big time

"Y/N, it's okay, I really appreciate you doing that, it's very thoughtful of you" he cut me off

We walked towards his apartment building as we talked about our plans for the weekend, Reid decided to stay in this weekend and recover while I will probably be spending the next two days doing movie nights with Penelope or meeting up with JJ.

We came to a halt as he stopped infront of a building I presumed he lived at, I actually had no idea where he lived until this moment.

"Well, this is me"

"Okay, have a nice weekend,okay? If you need anything, please don't hesitate to call, I am serious, I live close by anyways"

"Would you like to- uh- Do you want to come upstairs?" Reid looked at me expectedly.

"I wouldn't want to intrude, besides you should definitely get some sleep, Reid- Spencer, you've had a long day"

"I have a strong cup of caffeine in my system, I'm tired, yes, but I'm nowhere near sleeping, we can order take out, my treat, besides, some company would be nice, your company would be nice, if you want to ofcourse, don't feel compelled to say yes"

"I'd like that, thank you, Spencer, but please don't hesitate to tell me if you change your mind and want to sleep instead or want to be left alone."

We headed up to his apartment and he set up an old Silent movie for us to watch, enjoying the takeout, we got so caught up in talking that I didn't even realize how late it had gotten, we were on our second movie before I heard the silent snoring and looked over to my side to see Spencer fast asleep,I finished the rest of the movie and got up from the couch to clear the table and throw away the take out boxes, I reached into his go-bag and took out a blanket he sometimes carried with him and placed it over him.

He looks so angelic when he sleeps, so peaceful

As if sensing me staring at him, his eyes fluttered open and embarrassment flushed his face as he realized he had fallen asleep while I was still over.

He turned his head and locked at the clock, 01:23

"How long was I out? I am so sorry , I had trouble sleeping the past few days and when it finally came to me it just had to be when you were here."

"Hey, don't worry, it's fine, really, you looked so peaceful sleeping that I didn't want to wake up, I'll be out of your hair now"

"It's late right now, Y/N, it isn't safe for you to go out alone ,not that I'm in any way hinting that you can't take care of yourself, you could throw Morgan over your shoulder if you really wanted to or Two Morgans for that matter but the point is, I don't want you to go-" he let out a sigh and looked down at his hands that rested on his lap. "If I asked you to stay, would you? I hadn't slept this well in a while and I'm sorry if that's weird but-"

I cut him off "point me to the bathroom, I have a fresh set of clothes in my go-bag that I can change into"

This man must have been more exhausted than I thought he was because he was asleep again as I stepped out of the bathroom, as I leaned down to wake him up to sleep on the bed instead, I glanced at my phone that had a new notification, from Spencer

Please take the bed, make yourself at home and turn off your alarms for the morning, Goodnight Y/N

P.s thank you for staying with me tonight, it means a lot"

I poured a glass of water and placed it on the table next to the couch, incase he wakes up thirsty and headed for the bedroom.

Goodnight Spencer, Sweet Dreams.

His bed was so comfortable that it wasn't long before I slipped into a blissful sleep.

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ageless-aislynn · 4 months ago

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Title: “15 Minutes” (11/15) Author: @ageless-aislynn Characters/fandom: Master Chief John-117/Reader, Halo the series Summary: John has learned something new that he'd like to show you… Series: How to date a Spartan (without even trying) Rating: T (PG13) Length: 2,630 (this chapter, 27,487 total so far) Spoilers: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. Though we began with the events of Halo 1x06, there will be no more show spoilers. We are still firmly seated in the AU Warthog, merrily driving out to places where there’s only a passing nod to canon. 😉 Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N: Text is both here in this post or available at AO3, however you like to read. It's, yet again, been awhile since the last update, sad to say. I've been slogging through writer's block, health issues and some kinda awful real life stress but I'm not giving up on this fic (or its sibling, "Recreation"). I'd like to say that the final chapters will be here very soon but, well… I've learned to not call my shots, lol. I will, however, do my best to get them here as soon as I can. If you read, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐

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PT arrived bright and early and, while you continued to bring out every expletive in every language you knew, ultimately it seemed your left side was improving: more range of motion in your shoulder and more strength in your leg, though the healing fractures still ached. All together, though, it was a win, no matter that it left you sweating and shaking like you'd wrestled an Elite and lost spectacularly.

You'd just come out of the shower and put on a fresh set of clothes when the door chimed. To your surprise, you found Riz and Vannak in their civvies standing there. You knew Silver Team had been on stand-by for the past few days – John hadn't been able to join you for every meal, understandably, but he had been there every night. Sleeping curled up in his arms was a luxury you weren't sure how you were going to give up when the time came. Kai and her friend had visited but this was the first time the other two Spartans had.

"Please, come in," you said and they did.

"You need new curse words," Riz said seriously.

"We got here while you were doing your therapy," Vannak explained. "Didn't want to interrupt."

"You could hear me cussing out in the hall?" you asked.

"Superior Spartan hearing," she said, matter-of-fact. "I doubt anyone else could."

"Teach her the one," he urged in as animated a tone as you'd ever heard from him before. "You know, the good one."

Which is how you ended up getting a tongue-twisting word in Sangheili added to your arsenal.

"You say that to any Covenant species and it's guaranteed to send them into a rage," Riz said with a confident nod.

"Except the Unggoy," Vannak added with a sneer. "Little bastards couldn't give a shit. They'll try to kill you on principle."

"I'll make sure I'm on a bullhorn from far away, then," you said, biting the inside of your lip to keep from grinning. "Don't want to be in striking distance if I'm going to send them into a rage."

They thought that over.

"Chief won't appreciate us telling her to pick a fight with a Sangheili," she pointed out.

"Just use it on somebody you're pretty sure you can take in a fight," he told you.

"I'll keep that in mind," you said.

They made slightly stilted small talk for about 15 more minutes, then took their leave.

A rest seemed in order, so you propped up on the bed and checked the news. They were in the middle of reporting that they had yet to apprehend the man who had tried to smuggle the bomb back to FLEETCOM in the Warthog. It showed some stock images of the Pit before being damaged by the explosion and that got you to thinking…

There should be some sort of footage of the explosion, right?

But, after poking around on your padd for a little while, you hadn't found much beyond what apparently had been approved for public viewing.

"Would you like some help with that?"

Cortana's voice startled you.

"Oh, hey there," you said, thinking, Poor thing, she's got the most boring job in the world keeping an eye on me. I hope I get the chance to buy her a coffee or something after all is said and done. Then your brain tardily caught up with her words. "You mean you have footage from the explosion?"

"Yes, I do."

"And it's something I have clearance to see?"

"I have footage from the explosion," she repeated, her tone supremely innocent.

Before you could decide whether to ask to see it or not, the holo on the wall lit up. The security cams had caught the explosion from multiple angles. You winced as you saw a body – your body – fly out of the crane operator seat to disappear into a sea of smoke and debris.

A moment later, the view changed, the quality severely degrading. You squinted through the pixilation and haze and realized you were seeing from the point of view of the holo-emiter Cortana had contacted you from.

"Oh, shit," you muttered. The massive beam that had pinned you down should've killed you outright but you'd gotten supremely lucky in the way the rest of the building had fallen, providing just enough support to give you a tiny open space. But even without the sudden, helpful overlay that detailed out the edges of the debris through the smoke, you could see how quickly that respite was vanishing as the beam's weight bore it inexorably lower and lower.

You found yourself gasping for breath, cast back into that moment. The image changed abruptly. Trying to figure out where you were now viewing from helped to break you free of the encroaching panic attack.

Then it all made sense: you were looking at several officers, so covered in dirt and dust that you couldn't recognize their rank, much less determine their names. They also looked extremely short.

Before you even skimmed over the information feeding out in rapid-fire bursts, you knew that this was John's HUD after Silver Team had arrived back on site.

"John, get here now. The support beam is failing!"

Cortana's voice came through his helmet's comm. "There's no time," he said, interrupting the man as he was saying that they would have to wait for an excavation crew to arrive to safely dig you out.

He was running before the man could object. The feed cut back and forth from his HUD to the holo-emiter. This gave you an unexpected perspective on how efficiently Silver Team worked. They needed almost no words as they homed in on your location, grabbing, lifting, moving and supporting each part of the perilous structure as needed.

It was Vannak who caught the beam before it crushed you but it was John who lifted it off of you.

The holo-emiter's feed abruptly ended and you were back in John's HUD. Vannak and Kai caught another part of the crumbling wreckage, creating an opening for Riz to dig you out by hand.

You noted almost absently how steady John's vitals were. He was holding a building off of you as if it were nothing at all.

"Out," Riz announced and John carefully lowered the weight he'd been supporting.

When he turned, you saw Riz clearing the way for Kai, who was now the one carrying you. Vannak and John followed.

They emerged out of the wreckage and Kai went into the Spartan run, taking you directly into a Pelican where she turned you over to a team of medics. The Spartans were waved back and the ship launched.

"We'll catch the next one," Riz said.

"She'll be all right, Chief," Kai told him. "She's strong."

He nodded curtly, tracking the Pelican that was carrying you away.

And once it went out of sight, that was when his vitals spiked and his heart began to pound.

You were still thinking about what all you'd seen when the door chimed again. A glance at the chrono proved it was lunchtime. You opened the door and, indeed, the first thing you saw was a massive, covered tray that no doubt contained your meal. But it was John who was carrying it.

"Silver's on stand-by," he warned, "but I thought we might get a chance to eat together."

Since you weren't yet cleared to make the long walk down to the Mess, a table and pair of chairs had been set up across from the couch a few days ago. As soon as he'd placed the tray down, you practically tackled him.

"Permission to hug the Master Chief?" you asked well after the fact, your voice muffled into his chest.

He gently returned the embrace. "Always granted."

You found yourself holding onto him a little bit longer than usual.

"You okay?" he asked.

"I saw the footage from the Pit," you said, resting your cheek against him. "I already knew I was lucky to get out of there but really seeing it? I… It makes me appreciate being here."

He paused for long enough that you looked up at him, finding him gazing over your head as if hearing something over a comm. Then he turned his attention back down to you, brow furrowing. "She shouldn't have shown you that footage and upset you."

"Cortana? No, I'm glad she did. It happened to me, after all." You put your face against him again and squeezed him once more around his waist. "You held a building off of me, John."

He made a move as if about to pick you up, then thought better of it and knelt instead to bring you more on a level together. "I'd hold a million buildings off of you, don't you know that?" he said, cupping your face. "Just… try not to be under any more falling buildings, hm?"

"I'll certainly do my best," you swore and kissed his palm.

The look in his eyes altered, grew both darker and softer at the same time. When you leaned towards him, he met you halfway.

He started carefully, like he did everything with you, but soon the kiss intensified, deepened, and his hands skimmed from the crown of your head down your back as if he wanted to map every line, curve and angle you possessed.

And then your stomach growled, loudly and unmistakably, and you muttered your newly-learned curse word.

He leaned back to look at you, amusement tugging insistently at his mouth. "That one's Vannak's favorite. He and Riz talked about coming to see you today. I'm assuming they did?"

"They did," you said, then winced as your stomach grumbled something awfully close to a repeat of the Sangheili curse word.

"Why don't we eat," he said, completely surrendering to the smile, "and you can tell me all about it."

Happily, he didn't get called away and you were able to finish your meal together in peace.

"Could I show you something I recently learned?" he asked as you stood from the table.

"As long as it doesn't involve throwing me around the room," you teased.

"Oh, I'll save that until you're all healed up," he murmured, then winked.

You'd like to think you laughed but no, that was a full-fledged giggle. "So, what did you learn?"

"Therapeutic massage," he said, flexing his fingers. "It's supposed to promote healing and relaxation. Want to give it a try?"

"Absolutely," you said. "Where do you want me at?"

"On the footstool, if that's okay?"

"Sure."

The wide, plush, rainbow-colored bit of furniture was another recent addition to the room, added because John wanted you to have the option to put your feet up. Kai had told you that, as soon as you were healthy again, she was going to high-five you for the color choice.

While his back was turned as he adjusted the stool the way he wanted it in front of the couch, you took your shirt off and tossed it haphazardly towards the bed.

He sat, a leg on either side of the stool, and looked up at you, clearly about to say something. But then his expression went thunderstruck and the words never emerged.

You had the same UNSC sports bra that he had to have seen other marines wearing in the gym a thousand times. You'd spotted Kai and Riz in them before, so it shouldn't have been that shocking.

"This all right?" you asked.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Yes." Every affirmative had its own completely separate inflection, from stunned to wonderment to Wait, don't put the shirt back on.

You turned away, hiding your grin as you sat down where directed. Considering that you were hardly in top fighting form at the moment, his reaction was a very nice little ego boost.

His hands settled gently against your back, fingers curling over your shoulders. "If I use too much pressure or there's pain, tell me right away. Is there anything I should definitely avoid?"

"Can't raise the arm like I should" –you gave a roll of your left shoulder– "but it's already much better than it was."

"Copy that, no raising the arm. Anything else?"

No matter how battered and bruised you felt, there was no way you were going to miss this. "I'll let you know," you promised.

"Okay," he said and his hands glided up to your neck, then out, following the lines of the trapezius on both sides. The heels of his palms followed your spine down in a feathery touch, then spread out along your lats like he was smoothing wrinkles out of them before skimming down your obliques to your hips.

He returned to your shoulders again and very, very carefully kneaded into the tightness there. You did your best not to flinch when he hit a particularly sore spot but he jerked back as if you'd screamed.

"It's fine," you said quickly, afraid he was about to end up perched on the back of the couch like a very large, traumatized cat. "This is the only way to get rid of it. Just got to work it out."

His hands settled cautiously on your shoulders once more.

"You're doing great," you assured him, patting his knees on either side of you encouragingly, and his thumbs drew circles over the painful places as if he were trying not to fracture a thin sheet of glass.

The knots relaxed and you exhaled in the closest thing to sheer bliss you'd experienced in a long while. The warmth and gentle pressure had you melting back into him, your head lolling a bit, your eyelids fluttering shut and—

The next thing you knew, you were waking up. "Oh come on, I didn't want to sleep through all the good parts," you mumbled.

John's chuckle rumbled beneath your ear. He had pulled you back onto his lap on your right side, cradled comfortably against his chest. One hand was gently rubbing your back while the other covered the hand you had fisted into his shirt.

"I'm going to take this as a compliment to my therapeutic massage skills," he said.

"And you absolutely should." You raised your head to look at him. "Maybe next time I can even stay conscious long enough to really appreciate said skills. If there is, you know, a next time."

"There will most definitely be a next time," he swore and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I still owe you a proper back scratching."

"And I am absolutely going to collect on that," he returned, his tone unexpectedly husky.

You smiled, straightening up to kiss him. He pulled you closer, then paused and sighed against your mouth.

"I've got to go," he said resolutely right before his wristband chirped.

You looked for a way to roll off of him that wouldn't aggravate your shoulder – or potentially crush any of his, ahem, important Spartan equipment – but he scooped you up bridal style and stood as if you weighed nothing at all.

"I'll meet you for dinner if we're back soon enough," he promised and gave you one more tender kiss then placed you onto the couch. Before he went through the door, he paused, looking back like he was memorizing this moment, then he took a breath and was gone.

It was nearly dinner time when the door chime rang and you went to answer it with as much of a hopeful spring in your step as you could manage. However, this time, it wasn't John holding a tray with your evening meal on it.

"Dr. Keyes," you said in surprise, snapping a salute.

She said your rank and last name. "May I come in? We need to talk."

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raisoramizu · 1 month ago

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Hazbin Hotel Fanfic - New Order

As promised, I'm starting to publish the third part of my NSFW saga, Hell's Flavour, titled New Order (the first part is a Guitarspear fic, which you can find on my AO3).

This story is a Radioapple – Radiostatic and Radiostaticapple (yep, you read that right vv).

⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains NSFW chapters and Non-Con situations.

For those who haven't read the previous part, Heaven is Not Forever, you can find the chapters on my Tumblr: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13

Remember, you can also follow my fanfics on AO3! I'm currently working on a Radiostatic story "Electromagnetic Interference" inspired by the amazing comic by The_Mad_Oryx (you can find their work on both X and Bluesky). And I SWEARRRR I'll start writing the Radioapple fic for Luciangstweek2025 soon. It'll be posted here and on my AO3 simultaneously.

If you'd like, feel free to follow me on Bluesky: Raisoramizu – for real-time updates on my creations vv.

Happy reading! .................. Intro - Old Obsessions

VoxTek: a towering skyscraper with a circular design, dominating the West section of Pentagram City with its psychedelic red and blue neon signs glowing day and night. Located in the media, social, and porn business district, this was where all the city's major TV studios resided.

It was another hellish afternoon, filled with work for the CEO of the company, the TV Demon. Vox moved through the ground floor of one of the modern corridors, the blue hues of the decor reflecting on his figure, making him appear ageless. His face was a television screen, topped with a small cap from which two antennas protruded. He wore a blue pinstripe suit, perfectly showcasing the vest underneath, along with a shirt and a red bow tie. The Wi-Fi symbol, which also adorned the wallpaper of this lavish and stylish space, was the final touch.

With his elbows bent and his hands clasped behind his back at waist level, Vox moved forward, followed closely by a nervous employee—a pathetic-looking sinner with large glasses and a tablet in hand, reading off a list.

"...a few days before the incident, some of our external panoramic cameras caught Alastor on his balcony, bound by the chain of a pact, which pulled him away, making him disappear."

"...and were you able to focus on the figure that appeared in Adam's room?"

At this question, the employee raised his head nervously toward the back of the TV Demon. "N-no, Mr. Vox. The cameras' angles weren't ideal, and as you know, Alastor's presence creates constant interference with our devices, b-but—" His voice raised slightly, as if anticipating a dangerous, sudden reaction. "...the purple shades of the ghostly fire and the feminine silhouette made us think of only one person..." He swallowed hard. "It's... it's just a guess, though."

Vox suddenly stopped walking, keeping his hands clasped behind him. He rotated his screen face, narrowing his eyes at the shorter figure of the employee. "...Who?"

The employee swallowed again. "Th-the Queen, Sir."

The demon jolted at the revelation, the antennas on his head briefly sparking with electricity. "Lilith...?"

"Yes, and given that Adam tried to kill Alastor, yet the members of the hotel, including Lucifer, don't seem to have any issues with him, it's clear they know he was under someone's influence."

"...Including Lucifer? Why would he care if Adam kills Alastor?"

"...Because, Sir, Alastor spends most of his time with the Sovereign... even in his private chambers. Otherwise, he locks himself in his room or the Radio Tower, where we have no cameras. Lately, his podcast has only been broadcasting 1930s music, and we haven't seen him leave the hotel."

After a moment of thoughtful silence, Vox unclasped his hands and fully turned toward the employee. "Fine. Send me today's updated schedule via email."

Before the other could nod, the Overlord transformed into a bolt of lightning, vanishing into the building's electrical system, disappearing from the hallway

....

The lightning bolt appeared inside the Control Room, instantly reforming into Vox's figure in front of the various screens. He took a step forward, gripping the back of the swivel chair so tightly with his blue claws that they dug deep into the black leather. His screen face displayed an aggressive, drooling expression.

His right eye flickered with static as cables from his body connected to the USB ports on his neck, powering up the numerous screens filling the circular room. Images of every common area inside the hotel began to flicker across the monitors—external views of the building, and its residents engaging in everyday activities, even preparing for the upcoming interview.

And Alastor? He was walking down the hallway toward the Radio Tower after parting ways with Lucifer, who had gone in the opposite direction. The interference from Alastor's presence caused minor glitches on the screen, but Vox's gaze was locked on him, a distorted growl rising in his throat, his grip on the chair tightening, sending electric shocks crackling through it. Damn Radio Demon. Had he made a pact with Lucifer? And what did Lilith have to do with all this? She'd seemingly vanished eight years ago, and now she was back at the hotel, but hidden from the rest of the damned souls. Vox hated not knowing something, hated not having control. He despised how Alastor had reappeared out of nowhere after so long and continued living his life as if nothing had happened, as if Vox wasn't even there... But I'm here, Alastor, and I'm watching you; every day, every night, wherever my eyes don't yet reach, they will. And time was running out. Every day was another step the Radio Demon climbed, a step closer to putting Vox's objectives at risk. You won't go any further. I'll break you with my own hands.

"With Lucifer, huh...?" Vox growled. "Could you really have pulled it off?" He paused. "There has to be something... some crack I can slip through... and this time, I won't wait any longer... I'll be the one enjoying my status quo, Alastor."

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buckets-and-trees · 4 months ago

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What inspired you to start writing🤔🥹

Thank you for sending the ask, Ray!

My parents are from two different states, and before my dad passed away, we lived in Texas near my dad's family. They were in Houston and we were in Dallas, but we saw each other very often, and we were on the phone with them a lot. My dad's family were all HUGE storytellers! Every time we'd get together, they'd be laughing and telling stories about the fam - immediate and extended family, depending on who was visiting.

We moved when I was eight (that was when my dad passed) to be closer to my mom's family with all my aunts, uncles, and cousins and my other grandparents so that there'd be a lot more people to help my mom and help raise me. After school, me and my cousins played a lot of make-believe games, and those would get thoroughly more intricate each day, basically turning into elaborate plays that would go on for weeks in a particular AU until we landed on some new idea or other.

Then, when I was in eighth grade, my English teacher had us write a story in class in one day - we weren't supposed to be stressed, just have fun and practice typing/learn how to be comfortable formatting in Word during our computer lab hour. I wrote a little mystery thing, and when I got it back from my teacher, she wrote a lot of notes on how good it was and encouraged me to write more.

That summer, we moved again, and because I was starting over with no friends, I was reading a ton and started writing my own version of the next Harry Potter book because I'd read and reread HP a lot and was desperately thinking about what would for sure happen next but also what COULD happen next if there were a girl character like me. It wasn't x reader fic at that point, it was a Mary Sue OC, but it got me through the summer. The next year, I had a summer sleepover with some of the cousins I'd done those elaborate plays with when we were 8 and 9, and we got high on the nostalgia and made up a new one - a royal story with all of us as princesses. I also had showed them my HP story, and they said I should actually write. So I started writing down our royal kingdom story.

Since then it's been in and out of fanfic and original fiction. There's a little more that I've shared in my Field Guide to the Forest about the college years, the fandoms I've written in, and the hiatuses I've taken, but between that and this, that's my writing journey!

#askpen #whatever ray #an aspen thing #writer commentary

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ro-is-struggling · 2 years ago

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🎉hello and congrats on 600🎉 if i got this right can I ask for either (whatever floats your boat or neither if they don't work for you) you've got some really cool prompts and wishin you the best with the event

mcu steve rogers with lyric 11 where it's like steve accidentally finds reader's confession while they're away on a super dangerous mission maybe angst to fluff

mcu stephen strange with lyric 9 where stephen overhears reader trying to talk themselves out of and in denial of their feelings for him with lots of teasing and fluff

Hi lovely! I'm actually planning to write both of your ideas because I liked them both so much! I chose to write the one with Steve first, but Stephen's fic is almost ready too. I will post in a few days so stay tuned for that one!!

Wrong Number || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Steve learns of your feelings for him after receiving a message from you that was meant for Wanda.

Warnings: mutual pining, angst, near-death experience, mentions of blood, love confessions, fluff

English is not my first language

Word count: 3000

Things were not looking good for you. You had got too confident, thinking you were safe when you didn't run into dozens of armed men seeking to kill you. Maybe Hydra really was dying. Maybe the information you got was wrong. Whatever it was you were already there so you stayed to scout the apparently abandoned base of the criminal organization for more information about their plans or hideouts. You thought you were being careful, but apparently you weren't being careful enough. You see, the thing was that you should have been attacked by what was left of Hydra's army. Your information was not wrong and you had been naive to believe that it was. And now you were trapped in a building you were not familiar with surrounded by skilled assassins who had been trained in that very place.

"It's not looking good out there," Sam said, analyzing the images red wing had of the building. All the exits were blocked and there were more than a dozen armed men standing between you and the extraction point.

"Did you call for backup?" Natasha asked you as she helped Bucky block the door, the only point of entry to the room you were hiding in.

"I did," you nodded. "But I don't think they can make it in time. There's a dozen of them and just four of us." Not to mention you guys were running out of bullets. There was no way you could fight your way out of there and waiting for backup wasn't an option, Hydra agents could attack you at any moment.

"This is my fault. I should have known they were setting us up" Bucky complained in frustration, kicking the first thing that crossed his path. You understood why he felt responsible for what had happened —he had a lot of experience with Hydra—, but you also understood that it was normal for him not to be his normal, paranoid self. A place like that triggered a lot of painful memories that affected his judgment.

"It's everybody's fault. We're a team" you assured him even though you knew that your words probably didn't have a big impact given the extreme circumstances you were in.

“What do we do now? I’m low on ammo and I doubt they’ll just surrender and let us go.” Sam spoke, keeping calm and taking control of the situation. Someone had to do it, otherwise you would just stand there waiting to be killed. The four Avengers gathered to analyze the images that Red Wing had obtained from the outside, desperately looking for an easy way out that would involve the least amount of fighting. You were in a complicated situation, but if you were smart you might make it out of there alive.

"The south exit appears to be the least guarded of them all" you pointed out. "We need to distract the guards so we can sneak out."

"Yeah but how?" Sam said and the room fell silent as everyone thought of an escape plan. A crazy idea popped into your head then. It was crazy and dangerous, but maybe it was crazy enough to work.

"I can buy you guys some time to escape," you said, picking up your gun and counting the bullets you had left.

"What? No, that's crazy!" Sam flatly refused. There was no way he was going to leave you behind.

"I can distract the guards in the corridors and give you a safe passage to the south exit. You can take the ones at the door and run to the jet" you explained your reasoning. You were aware of how dangerous it was and that there was a high probability that you would not survive, but someone had to sacrifice themselves for the rest. It was more than clear that the four of you could not get out of there alive. You just hoped you could take many Hydra agents with you before they captured you. If you had any luck maybe they would torture you for a while for information, giving time for the backup to arrive to rescue you.

"I should be the one to do it!" Bucky offered. "You go with them, I'll clear the way."

"We didn't go through all that shit to get you back and fix your mind for you to die in here, Bucky," you told him, refusing to let the same men who had tortured him for so many years win in the end by taking his life.

"Are you sure?" Natasha asked you, looking at you with sadness and concern. She didn't like your plan at all, but she saw no other way out.

"I'll be fine" you smiled at her, even though you weren't really certain about it. "Just make sure to come back for me. With more agents this time." Whether you were asking her to come back to save you or to retrieve your corpse, neither of you knew.

As Bucky moved the barricade on the door and everyone got into position you took the opportunity to pull out your phone. You didn't have much time and there was something you wanted to get off your chest in case that was really the end for you. It was an impulsive decision, but at that moment you needed to confess your best kept secret to someone. So you looked up Wanda's contact, your best friend in the whole team, and typed a quick message.

'Wanda, if I don't make it back tell Steve that I loved him all along'

You sent the message without checking it twice, fearing you would regret it if you did. That's why you didn't realize that the person you had sent it to wasn't your friend.

"Are you ready?" Natasha asked you, her voice firm but quiet. You looked up from your phone to face her, handing it for her to take in case you were captured.

"Yes," you nodded, giving her a weak smile before hugging her goodbye.

"Be careful," Sam pleaded as he pulled you into his arms.

"Hang in there, we're coming back for you." Bucky patted your back, which to him was like giving you a hug.

"Could you guys do me a favor?" you said and they nodded. "Could at least one of you look at me like you were gonna see me again?"

"See you in a bit." Natasha smiled at you.

The events that followed were a blur of actions. You left the room with your gun in hand, running through the corridors making as much noise as you could to lure Hydra's agents to you. It didn't take them long to find you, in a matter of seconds you had five men running towards you while shooting at you. You didn't have many bullets so every shot counted. You tried to use every surface in your path as cover, getting a head start so that when you could shoot at them you didn't miss. You managed to get rid of them fairly easily, earning only a couple of scratches from the bullets that had grazed your skin.

You were gaining confidence. Suddenly the idea of escaping from there didn't sound so far-fetched. You only had three bullets left, but if you were smart you might be able to sneak through the building undetected, at least long enough until backup arrived. You were looking for a place to hide when you ran head-on into a Hydra agent. He was alone, the only thing standing in your way. You raised your gun, aiming it at his head to get rid of him for good. And then BOOM.

The shot echoed throughout the building, only it wasn't your gun that had fired. Your hands traveled to your abdomen where they made contact with a warm, thick liquid running down your skin. Looking down you discovered it was blood. Blood that poured from the gunshot in your abdomen. You tried to continue, power through the pain until you reached a safe hiding place, but as soon as you moved your legs collapsed. You fell to the floor, your gun flying across the hallway out of your reach. Your vision blurred, the dim light that illuminated the building hurting your eyes, forcing you to squint.

The last thing you saw before you lost consciousness was a group of Hydra agents approaching you. You felt them grabbing you and no matter how hard you tried to move to escape, you could not. Then everything went black.

Steve was putting on his suit, preparing to go rescue his friends, when he felt his phone ring, warning him of the arrival of a new message. He ran to grab the device, thinking it would be a message from one of his friends giving him some news about the mission. And it was, your name was glowing on the screen of his phone, only the content of the message was not at all what he expected.

Steve's heart stopped as his brain tried to process your words. You loved him. You had loved him all this time. You had loved him all this time he had spent repressing how he felt for fear of rejection. And now you were trapped in a building surrounded by Hydra agents who wanted to kill you. You didn't think you were going to make it, that's why you had sent your confession to Wanda - well, you had tried to send it to her. The thought of never seeing you again made Steve's heart drop to his stomach. He couldn't let that happen, especially not now that he knew how you really felt about him. He couldn't lose you.

The rescue team made the trip in record time. When they arrived, Steve discovered that Sam, Bucky and Natasha were safe, waiting for backup on the jet. However, you were nowhere to be found.

"They have her," was what Natasha replied when he asked about you. His friend kept talking, explaining the details of the mission and how they had ended up in that mess, but Steve didn't listen to her. All he could think about was the immense danger you were in. He barely took time to think of a plan of attack, running into the building without much thought. He was glad he had brought Wanda with him as he watched her use her powers on the Hydra agents that attacked them at the entrance, finishing them off in a matter of seconds. They didn't stand a chance against the witch's powers.

Steve left Wanda, Sam and Natasha to secure the building while he and Bucky went in after you. Together they took out any Hydra agents that got in their way with ease, asking them about you and shooting them when they didn't give them an answer. Steve was beginning to panic, they had gone through most of the building and you were nowhere to be seen. He feared for the worst, thinking they had already gotten rid of you or taken you somewhere else to do who knows what with you.

But then he saw you. You were being carried by a group of men who didn't hesitate to drop you to fight him. You weren't moving and Steve noticed a red stain on the fabric of your suit. Seeing the state you were in only enraged him more, which led him to finish off the Hydra agents much faster. Once everyone was safe he ran to you.

"Y/N, can you hear me?" he said as he inspected your wounds. You had bruises and scrapes all over you, though without a doubt the most alarming wound was the gunshot on your abdomen. You seemed to have lost a lot of blood, your pulse was weak and your skin was pale, but you were still alive. "Stay with me, I'm gonna get you out of here."

Bucky helped him carry you to the jet and once you were properly settled he piloted it back to the Avengers compound. Steve stayed by your side the entire trip, tending to your injuries as best he could with the resources he had. He was the one who carried you to the medical wing of the compound and only left your side when you went into surgery, leaving the doctors to save your life while he waited outside, pacing back and forth nervously.

Steve knew you were strong, that you would fight to get through this, but that didn't make the situation any better. He couldn't lose you, not now, not like this. You couldn't leave this world without giving him a chance to tell you how he felt about you. You had to know. He needed to tell you that your smile was the most beautiful smile in the world, that you brightened his day with your melodious laugh and that there was no other person he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He needed you to know that you grounded him, that your friendship was what gave him the strength to rebuild his life in the uncertain future he had woken up to. He needed to tell you that he loved you too and that the only thing that stopped him from holding you in his arms and kissing you until he couldn't feel his lips was the fear of rejection, the uncertainty of not knowing if you would feel the same.

But now because of that message everything had changed. He knew what you felt and he desperately needed to tell you that he felt the same way.

The first thing you noticed when you opened your eyes was the bright white light illuminating the room. It hurt your eyes and made it hard to adjust your vision, forcing you to inspect your surroundings with your eyes half closed. When you tried to move you felt a stabbing pain in your abdomen that stopped you immediately, letting out a grunt as you brought your hands to the injured area.

"You gave us a real scare." Steve's deep voice startled you. Looking up, you discovered he was sitting in a chair next to the bed where you were resting. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I was hit by a train," you answered honestly. Your body felt heavy, your muscles tired as if you had run a marathon. "What happened?"

"You got shot... It was bad, you lost a lot of blood... you were in surgery for hours" he told you, leaning towards you. One of his hands brushed yours, the contact awakening a tingle on your skin. It was as if he couldn't bring himself to take it, his hand hovering over yours as he decided what to do. In the end he ended up entwining his fingers with yours, his eyes resting momentarily on your joined hands before returning to your face. "I was really worried about you." You could tell by the seriousness in his voice that he was being sincere. He still sounded a little scared and worried even though he had you by his side safe and sound.

"You won't get rid of me that easily," you tried to joke to ease the situation, however Steve's expression didn't change.

"Why did you do that?"

"They needed a way out of there."

"So you offered to sacrifice yourself to save the others?" Steve wasn't necessarily angry, but he wasn't happy either. On the scale of all the lectures about being careful on the battlefield and thinking before you act that he'd given you since you'd joined the Avengers, you'd had worse.

"Someone had to do it, we were all gonna die in there otherwise" you shrugged.

"It was reckless!" he exclaimed, unable to believe that you didn't see the gravity of the situation.

"I'd say it was kinda heroic," you muttered, feeling small under Steve's intense gaze.

"You almost died! if I got there a few minutes later..." He couldn't finish the sentence. He didn't want to think about what might have happened if he didn't get there in time to rescue you.

"But I didn't die! I knew you would get there on time." Whether on the battlefield or in your personal life, Steve was always there to save you.

"So what was that text you sent to Wanda? Because it felt a lot like a goodbye to me."

You froze, your eyes wide open in surprise. She told him?

"She told you?" Your voice was barely a whisper, waiting in horror for Steve's reaction to your true feelings for him.

"Actually, you did," he said and you looked at him in confusion. "You got the wrong number."

"Steve, I..." you started to say but didn't know how to finish the sentence. Your mind was blank, your brain frozen in fear. Fear of rejection. Fear that you had ruined your friendship with Steve forever. Fear of the inevitable change that would come with the revelation of the truth. You felt vulnerable, your heart exposed in a way it had never been before. The next words out of Steve's mouth would seal your fate. You could be the happiest person on the planet or the most miserable, it all depended on whether Steve reciprocated your feelings or not. He had too much power over you at that moment and you hated it.

"I love you too" he admitted without giving it a second thought as he saw the terror in your eyes. However, your brain wasn't able to process his words in time.

"I'm sorry, Steve. You weren't supposed to find out this way, I don't know what I was thinking when I sent that text to Wanda. I-" you rambled on, apologizing in anticipation because there was no way he would reciprocate.

But then his words clicked in your mind.

"Wait, what?" you asked, confusion replacing embarrassment in your voice. Steve let out a chuckle, finding the surprised expression on your face adorable. He didn't understand how you could find it so incredible that he loved you, to be honest, he'd never been very good at hiding it.

"I love you too," Steve repeated with a charming smile plastered on his lips. "And I would appreciate it if you would stay out of harm's way before I can take you to a proper date."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x fem reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers imagine #marvel imagines #ro's 600 followers celebration

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kalolasfantasyworld · 28 days ago

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You know what. Two chapters in one day! AAAUUUUUUGGGHHHH! Chapter 9!

The very first paragraph of the chapter. So as not to say too much about the spoilers I've been made privy to from group chats, Helena's, erm, feeling for lack of a better word makes me think of... you know... her. And the explanation you gave regarding her magic... You know... Right? Right...

The lack of dialogue for a few paragraphs is a nice way to keep the chapter from dragging through an uneventful morning. But also the lack of meaningful exchange between characters also builds that tension. It's like the chapters of this and the previous chapter would say "the calm before the storm." Nothing big is said because the quiet is building towards the chaos.

While Helena isn't a Magic Knight, she does embody a bit of their spirit. She may have the power/position/opportunity to benefit only herself but instead exercises her privilege to help others. She harnesses her large mana reserves to become a healer and her position of safety in the hospital gives her a chance to open the doors for the endangered citizens. Overall, good character beat.

Helena truly does take patient care seriously as a doctor and not merely a battlefield healer. At least if I were writing the scene, I would had Helena pull the girl away from the door and started healing on the spot. But no, you have Helena take the girl (and her rescuer) to a quieter and better equipped area to do more thorough mending. It goes to show your own knowledge as someone learning medicine/healthcare. This is one of those things that makes me enjoy reading the works of others, seeing what they choose to write more elaborately over others things.

And here we come to the first of many scenes reframed through Helena's eyes. Helena may not have known the Silvas long but she's more intimate with them than the ordinary citizenry and sees them not as the all-mighty Magic Knights but as the powerful but still human beings they are. She doesn't gasp in awe at them. She watches with worry and fascination as their full power becomes known to her in this moment. I can tell Helena's respect for them has grown. They all may have gotten off on the wrong foot but this is an incident which helps Helena warm up to the Silvas (much how the audience of the original manga should've been able to respect the Silvas a little on a professional level for their efforts as Knights even if they weren't personally kind to Noelle).

Even when the Silvas are spirited away. Even with Helena's worry for the family that has graciously been hosting her. She is able to focus herself enough to worry about the scared and injured in front of her. Good on her, the poor dear.

... Is this burn victim going to come up in the future? Maybe you're just going into the description of the girl so describing her burn scar isn't out of place. But then again, you could bring her back for something. Something small but... something. Cause really, aside from what ships crop up in the fic, I am going into his fic quite blind and I don't know how much set up and pay off you have stored in this fic!

Can Helena/I please stop getting punched in the gut with disheartening sights? One thinks they're long over Fuegoleon getting wrecked and then they read a fanfiction where it gets addressed/reacted to all over again and they remember the pain. This is a years old wound for the fandom and yet! AND YET!

It a moment where Helena's gentle heart is exposed. Despite only meeting twice, Helena felt a sense of companionship with Fuegoleon and to see him come to such severe harm must truly shake her.

Again, we get a long stretch of text without spoken words from characters. This time, instead of suspense, it builds emotion. Fuegoleon's injury is something quiet and solemn. The quiet of the scene is like the void his own voice and passion has left behind. Helena sees a good man in a broken state and has no words, only a silent grief. Until... Nozel comes along and Helena lets herself break down in front of him. Nozel and Helena aren't friends but their tolerance and growing respect is something more than whatever Helena has with any other person in Clover Kingdom at the moment. So of all the people she allows to see her weakness, she lets Nozel see it. (Which, recalling past conversations about future events in the fic, might not get reciprocated... Ouch.)

Well played to have Nozel break the silence not with any words of comfort but simply his harsh determination to get justice for Fuegoleon. His solid mercury heart hasn't softened yet. And really, as life-long companions/rivals, it does make sense for Nozel to focus on what's been done to Fuegoleon rather than Helena's emotions regarding it. And knowing you, Lola, that's probably something you did intentionally and take pride in. Write the birb man in his cold and distant era!

... Hey why is the next chapter titled "The Breakdown"? Lola...?

Hi!

I'm not as fast with replying as you were with commenting that day, but it made me so happy to read your thoughts. I lately reblogged Laura saying about how the answers to the amazing comments should try to keep up the level.

Ehm... I'm not saying much 😂 I love how you're picking up things based on the spoilers you know. This is amazing. I can't believe somebody's getting this. However it's not in that exact way and certainly not on that level.

I'm so glad I managed to write the tension here, because this was exactly my plan. A fairly normal morning with the exception of Helena's feeling.

She totally embodies the MK's spirit. As you know she will be working closely with them in the future as Owen's second in command. And yes in this moment she feels that she needs to help, she knows she has more mana than probably all the others in the building combined.

Yes Helena is not a healer additionally to being a mage, she's a healer above all and this will always stay as her primary characteristic. Hah I admit when I made her a healer I decided why not sneak in some actual medical knowledge. Just for fun.

Yes so so far Helena knew the Silvas through the House. One time she went to the SE base only to be kicked out by Nozel. This is the first time she can see their power and be truly impressed. Afterall so far she's only seen her father and Gabriel who were very powerful mages and used their magic skilfully. Here Helena also sees the Silvas as protectors. S you're right a new layer of respect.

Helena is a pratical and mature woman. She knows at the moment there's nothing to be done for the Silvas, while she has her duty to the citizens. That's where she can help.

The burned girl ^^ I love how you caught on why my description was so accurate. Yep she'll be back. I'm not saying anything more. And hah there's a LOT of set up going on over here 😂 So you paying attention to details pays off.

This chapter was "Helena faces reality" since she was sheltered for most of her life it hits her even more. I needed to adress Fue's condition and how Helena sees it, because I'm not expanding but there's more to it and why was she shaken up to this level. You'll understand ;) Her pain is much more personal and as you stated these two haven't interacted that much. Just something for you to ponder on.

Nozel was just in the right place in the right time. If not for him she would have probably bottled it in, because yes Helena is rather open and wants to talk about her problems, but there's really no once so far she could share her pain with. Here she assumes Nozel is hurting as well, so he could relate and she just wants to let go.

(yeah... he's not reciprocating... not really)

Nozel isn't really comforting her here. Yes I did that on purpose ^^ and I'm proud of myself. Overall I take pride in the way I write Nozel and keep him rough around the edges. The cold and distant era is so important to show his growth. Yet another reason why PH starts with the start of BC storyline. We're getting the full change.

You already read it 😂. The breakdown well some fighting happens, but it's more about "the breakdown of events" rather than emotions. Word play on my part.

I'm glad you're paying attention to chapter names. I put a lot of conscious effort into picking them.

Thank you for your amazing comment!!! 💕

It truly made my day

#paper hearts #black clover fanfiction #nozel silva #helena drazel #Erika 💕

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oflights · 1 year ago

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20 questions for fic writers

thanks for the tag, @teledild0nix; your post was great! also @phoebe-delia tagged me on this post a bit ago; i loved reading these so much! at this point, i'm not sure who has or hasn't done this yet, so i'm tagging anyone who sees this and wants to try it!

How many works do you have on ao3?

54 across 3 fandoms!

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

1,382,065 😵‍💫

3. What fandoms do you write for?

right now it's just drarry; i have also written for hockey RPF and before that, The Social Network, but a lot of that fic is locked on livejournal. before TSN i wrote drarry 😬 which is also locked lol i'm sorry

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. up the arbor to your door (and more) - Hockey RPF (2,889) 2. all the western stars - Drarry (2,819) 3. Bloom - Hockey RPF (2,759) 4. Brand New Colony - Hockey RPF (2,558) 5. Morning to Wake You - Hockey RPF (2,056) my sid/geno hockey RPF era from 2012-2014 was pretty consistent! i do think all the western stars is about to overtake the top spot though, which is insane when you realize those fics are 9 years vs. barely 18 months old 😧

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes!! i make every effort to, though sometimes i get overwhelmed (i've fallen off a bit with The Star Splitter and it makes me super guilty!!! i need more hours in the day lol)

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i am a happy ending aficionado!! i guess if you ignore the fix-it epilogue, the answer is we hid in catacombs, which is probably the best sid/geno fic i wrote. it was a breakup fic, of course, i remain obsessed with those!

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i really cannot think of any standout happy ending hockey fics so for this one i will say along each garden wall. sugary sweet ending after what was a genuinely sad narrative; i think i took to heart the people who were like "Close Behind was so angsty we needed more happiness to wash it down!!" and while i felt like that didn't really fit Close Behind, it worked for this one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

ha. yes! people were Not Happy about Close Behind. someone told me that i should tag it as the main pairing being Draco/Astoria and add an Ambiguous/Open Ending tag, which was very interesting and wrong. some comments i get are just odd, though. like someone got mad at me in The Star Splitter comments for naming a stuffed dragon Orion, who i guess was Sirius' abusive (?) dad?? i had no canon memory of that (and why would Draco care about that???). another person just objected to the entire premise of the fic, which i suppose is fair play if the premise of the fic is an actual philosophical argument, but yeah. it takes all sorts!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

i do! i like writing smut! happily, yes smut! i don't go too deep into it in every fic, though, and with drarry i've often let myself get more into plot than figuring out the best smut places. i'm in a spot mentally where i really want the smut to contribute to the plot in a significant way, which i think is a result of taking a two year fanfic break and reading nothing but literary/historical fiction in those years? idk i need to write more, it's a total shift from when i wrote hockey.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

yeah, no, not for me!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i've had some plagiarism incidents, and i guess i ask for this as a serial fic deleter, but some of my fics are on wattpad and i'd prefer they weren't lol.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! a good few.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

lol i cannot answer this question truthfully. my all-time favorite ship is just whatever i'm hyperfixated on at the moment! drarry is probably a contender just because i circled back to it after years away. (am i in a getting back together fic with drarry??)

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

i finish all my wips 🙂 honestly this is not a flex, i am terrible at abandoning projects and my brain will not let me off the hook ever.

16. What are your writing strengths?

hmm. i think characters, especially large casts of characters! i love to write big ensembles and flesh out characters even in big or small roles, plus their relationships with each other. i also think that i'm much better at giving my worlds/stories a sort of aesthetic now, if that's a writing talent? this is def a new thing to drarry for me, since i took that long fanfic break and wrote/read a bunch of original stuff.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i work at it, but i still don't know that i'm the best at describing things. i'm better at describing settings than people, that's for sure. i get bored with endless descriptions of someone's eye color and i find myself needing to justify character description with narrative relevance, which is silly.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'm a big proponent of '"[English words]," he says in French.' Or like, 'He says something in French', if the POV character wouldn't understand it. i feel like it's less immersion-breaking and more fluid. i write in several languages but wouldn't expect readers to, and i normally write such a close third person perspective that i don't necessarily want the readers to have a translation of a phrase that the POV character wouldn't have, you know?

19. First fandom you wrote for?

i think officially it was veronica mars?

20. Favorite fic you've written?

i'll do one for each AO3 fandom! for TSN, it was Mulligan. for Hockey RPF, Contrapositive. and for Drarry, no surprise, Close Behind.

#oflights #tag game #fic writing #this was fun!!

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charlieslowartsies · 1 year ago

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Would you mind giving me a director’s commentary on Finding Freddy? I was curious why you didn’t like that one as much.

I know I've mentioned it in passing before but yeh sure. It's a personal tale tho, not much fun haha

Finding Freddy was a strange beast for me. I went into it wanting to pull the story away from being centered around Mike and the OG 4, wanting to explore the world thru the kga lens better. I shoved the timeline 9 years.

Okay. I brought in Danny, since he was the logical choice of who Mike would trust and who I thought me and the readers would enjoy. I brought in Springtrap as a good guy, separating him from William Afton while still making it clear that wasn't going to last long, but that Springy was someone we should sympathize or even empathize with. I wanted a story of fear of the unknown.

Ghost Strings was about loss and grief. Finding Freddy was going to be about finding oneself in the darkness and being afraid of what's inside you, but also what's behind you too.

And a finger on the monkey's paw curled lmao.

At the same time, in my real life, I was in the process of moving from my childhood home. I'd lived there for about 25 years, and though old and spooky and occasionally grouchy it was a wonderful house for a kid. The joint was full of nooks, crannies, two basements, (respectively titled the Old Basement and the New Basement, despite New Basement being 25 years old in 1993 when I came along, that was just it's name by then.) It had ghosts in every corner, stairs that creaked in unison on dark nights, about 2 dozen mice and it was safe and warm and familiar to me as my own bones.

For those that know the stories well, you can see where the restaurant's descriptions came from, especially in the opening of Finding Freddy.

Well, I wrote myself right into a corner, uncertain where I wanted Danny and Mike's future to head. Danny died in a few renditions. Mike died in others. Killing them off seemed like surrendering something I didn't want to give. I stalled out on the story. We moved into our new build around June 2017, FF had begun in Feb of that year. My golden Joey died around April, he was older and it was a relief because we worried the move would stress him out. Herbie, my graduation gift in 2015, filled out and completed his training and took a lot of my spare time that art wasn't getting.

Standing in my empty room the day I dropped the keys off, which had not been empty since...forever...it ended up leaving a deeper wound that I refused to address. I called myself silly, sentimental, I shrugged. I was being stupid.

It found a way out, though, because our troubles always do.

FF languished in the word doc. I started BATIM/Make Believe around then. The FNAF games weren't as fun for me as they used to be. I loved the new house, I was so so grateful that my folks gave me the second floor of our cape cod. I cooked with my mom in a big, new kitchen with appliances that worked and breakers that didn't trip. I took care of my father and his health issues. I explored the acres of woods we moved onto.

My rabbit I had through college died the following March. Hiccup. Old time readers know that Bonnie's loyal and sometimes snotty personality came directly from Hiccup.

I subbed for my mom's school, and Hiccup died one day before I started a two month job. I wanted out of it for the first few days, I wanted time to grieve. I wasn't given it. I didn't ask, my mom refused me. "You made a promise to work there. You made a commitment."

I didn't fight her. She was right. It was just a silly pet rabbit. The world shouldn't stop for me, for something trivial. I had no energy to do free lance work, and less energy to write for a fic I couldn't enjoy.

Turns out, living with Hiccup for so many years meant I slept to his background presence. His lil bunny sounds, monching hay and digging about in his cage and cannonballing my bed in the morning to greet me.

His ambience was gone, and for 3 months I got about 3-4 hours of sleep a night until I realized the problem.

FF started to rot. Another Five Nights was tended to, sometimes. More fics worked on. FF ignored. I felt so bad. I felt tired, angry, annoyed. I missed Mike. I felt I was writing Danny all wrong. I missed the Marionette. I wondered if I had taken Springtrap from the plot too early. I questioned Afton's motives. I questioned my motives.

I missed my childhood home. I missed college. I missed going to classes and having tons of work and dreaming of being an illustrator and getting paid to do what I loved. I missed having a life for myself.

Danny was trapped in the underground. I was trapped up on the third floor, feeling like Rapunzel in her tower. (When will my life begin?)

Danny became that mouthpiece for me. If nothing else, I learned more what Danny Fitzgerald wanted, even if I didn't show it until later stories.

Finally, finally, I pulled my shit together and updated the fic. 2020. Not as long as I've let other stories sit in purgatory, but for some reason with KGA it felt more personal to me. It hurt more. I was pretty pleased with myself for pushing onward. I had concurred this dragon, I was proud of myself.

And then I got a review that asked why I had taken 2 years to update. Nothing else in that comment.

I also received other kinder comments too, but in that one moment I remember sitting there and thinking 'wow, okay. Why am I bothering with this again? Why is this hobby draining me and why am I letting it?' All I saw was the negative in that situation, which was wrong of me.

It was a lesson I needed to learn. Write for yourself. Write what you want. Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead.

I was able to justify bringing Marion back when I saw Lefty in Pizza Sim. I was able to bring in Mangle and explain Mike's survival because she protected him. Springtrap and Afton were given an escape so they could go ahead and set up plot for Last Shift. (And then in Lies Within, too.) The Michael Afton/Michael Schmidt theory was yanked until I had two Michael's to work with. Hiccup was further immortalized into Scraptrap. Max Afton was so much fun to create and write.

But Finding Freddy never quite lived up to my expectations.

I never lived up to my expectations for the story. It was a lot of things that culminated in me carrying a grudge for the fic.

I don't really carry it heavy as I used to, time heals all wounds. But it's the problem child of the series for me. London Bridge is old and the gang wasn't realized. I could excuse LB not being a good read, but at the time I liked writing it. Devil's Spine was fun, but perhaps shouldn't have been a prequel. That was okay, because it set a lot of building blocks. And DS lead to Ghost Strings, which I loved working on.

FF I didn't like writing, and nothing excuses it. It became a chore and I felt forced to write.

But the one thing I do like about it, is that I did finish it. And that did feel good.

#kga #knight guard au #long post #ask #answered #a heavier reply im sorry #but i dont think i explained at length what i was going thru back then

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lgbtqiadnf · 2 years ago

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A Small Secret...(DNF)

If you haven’t noticed I haven’t been writing too much on here, I’ve been writing a new AO3 story and that’s been my main priority another thing; I’m going to be on a hiatus for the month of February! <33 so no fics or updates for a month XP rip </3 OK Here is a DNF dating in secret fic!! Sapnap POV <3 (highly motivated by a fic on AO3 idk the name but i remember it a lot and i really liked it!! It was one of my fave works link for it will be in the comments <33 ) A BIT OF ANGST AND FLUFF :D

Sapnap had been travelling and living with Karl, Punz, and foolish for the past month to get away from George and Dream --Or at least that’s what he told them-- but in reality, he just wanted to get out of the house, Sapnap was had been on the road for 9 hours and all he wanted was to go to bed, cuddling with patches if he could.

It was mid-day and Sapnap had just reached the house, he opened the door to see George and Dream soundly in the arms of each other, Sapnap was slightly confused but he thought it might have been for a picture on Dream's Snapchat to prank the whole of their fanbase,

“Hi!” George sprung up, “Fuck off,” Sapnap groaned, sitting down on the couch, stroking patches, “How was your trip?” Dream giggled at George, who was smiling, “Good. It was better than living here, How was your alone time" Sapnap smiled at patches, who was purring,

"Our alone time was amazing," George laughed, making Dream blush, deeply, "Shut up you idiot!" Dream giggled, pushing George off of him, "It's true, though! You were like-" George was cut off by Dream's hand over his mouth "No! Shut up!" Dream laughed, making George blush,

"Ew..." Sapnap mentally gagged at the two, "I'm leaving before I die," Sapnap got his stuff and went to him, "Come on patchy!" Sapnap kissed patches forehead, "NO! PATCHES!" George screamed as if he was losing his life, "Patches, come on!" Sapnap smiled, indicating her to his room, "No! Don't! Come here!" George got up and started petting patches, persuading her to choose him, "Ok, fuck you! You can't do that!" Sapnap groaned, rolling his eyes and going to his room, slightly sad he could have patches

Sapnap flopped onto his bed, so inevitably tired of the trip, wait... Sapnap thought, getting up and peering from the door crack, seeing George kiss Dream on his jaw but they weren't posing like it was a picture, they were just...There? Are they...Dating? Sapnap was slightly shocked,

"How we'll we tell him?" Dream said slightly concerned, "He'll figure it out, no?" "I don't know, George...We always act like this, it'll be hard for him to know," Dream stared at George's hands which were intertwined with his, "Can we wait a bit?" George closed his eyes, "Of course, take your time..." Dream kissed George's knuckles,

oh my god...

Sapnap slammed his door, They are so whipped! Sapnap couldn't help but giggle at the thought of what the two bad probably done while he was gone, I gotta tell Karl! Sapnap pulled out his phone, calling Karl,

"Karl!" "Hi," "George and Dream are dating!" Sapnap whispered, "Huh?" Karl laughed, "They're dating!" Sapnap whisper-yelled this time, "How do you know?" Karl said with skepticism, "They were flirting and acting like- well- A couple and I went to close my door and I heard them say, 'how should we tell him?' They. Are. Dating!" Sapnap exclaimed, "You should ask before you make an assumption," Karl said in a nerdy tone, "Ok, Karl..." Sapnap said back, also in a nerdy tone, hanging up without a 'bye'

TIME SPEED TO NIGHT TIME >:D(I'm lazy asf and I'm speedrunning this bitch !!!)

Sapnap joined George and Dream, still watching all their moves to spot anything that would tell him in the slightest they were together, but the only thing he noticed is that fact they were practically conjoined at the hip due to the fact, they wouldn't leave each other.

The three stayed up for the night to watch movies, but most of the time George and Dream bickered about the characters and made sapnap bored and go on his phone,

"No, no, no! That's wrong!" Dream rolled his eyes, "Yes! Dream- i watched this movie more than you have! I know this," George explained, "Well, you watched more than me because you weren't paying attention the first time so you watched it again!" Sapnap was slightly irritated at the two, "It's fucking Madagascar 2? Why the fuck are you arguing so much?!" Sapnap hushed their bickering,

George and Dream laughed, "Sorry," George covered his eyes, flushed, "I'm going to sleep," Dream got up, looking at George but when he didn't see his eyes he tapes his shoulder, "Coming?" Dream looked like a lost puppy, "Oh, no. I'm not too tired," George pulled out his phone, "mhm," Dream walked to his room, this was Sapnaps opportunity.

"George?" Sapnap whispered, "What? Why are you whispering?" George raised an eyebrow, "Ignore that, but seriously...Are you and Dream dating?" George blushed madly, ignoring eye contact, "uhm, no? Why? We aren't like that-" George covered his face with his hands, laughing, "Hm..." Sapnap knew that he was lying

A couple minutes later, Georges's phone buzzed, "Who is it?" Sapnap asked, "oh, it's just Dream," George blushed, "Didn't he go to sleep?" Sapnap questioned, "he said he wanted me to come to his room for...Something," George giggled when saying the word, 'something' making Sapnap more suspicious, "for what?" Sapnap asked, "Uhm...OK, fine, Don't tell dream that I'm telling you this...Come here!" Sapnap got closer to George, "Ok... We're dating! We have been for like 2 weeks," George admitted, Sapnap smiled as if he won a medal.

Dream then came out of his room, "Hi," George said flushed, "Hi, I need to come to my room, for a second," Dream said, blushing, "For what?" Sapnap intervened, "I-" Dream tried explaining but his words go caught on his tongue,

"I know you're dating George, what else are you hiding?" Sapnaps tone was accidentally firm, "You're own boyfriend told me, why'd you hide it?" Dream was shaking, slightly, "Oh my god! Dream are you ok? Here, come sit, I'm sorry! I told him because...I didn't want to hide for too long, I hope you understand," George craddled Dream, as Dream slightly smiled, "Oh no, George! Its fine, I'm fine, I was ready, but you told me you weren't?" Dream kissed George on the forehead, "I just didn't want to have secrets," George reassured Dream,

"I'm sorry," Sapnap felt horrible about the tone he used with Dream and George, they had just come out and he was slightly pissed they didn't say things early but that wasn't how he meant to react, "Its ok, we should have told you early! We didn't want to ruin your trip!" Dream explained, holding Sapnaps hand, "No, its fine...It would have been nice and it wouldn't ruin my trip," Dream and Sapnap hugged, giggling at the thoughts.

"George?" Sapnap looked up, George was playing with Patches, "hm? oh yeah, patches knew before you knew," George cooed, "Ok, yeah, you tell her everything!" Dream added, "Yeah, because she won't expose me! Isn't that right, patchington?" George smiled, "If she was human, she was would tell everyone your secrets," Sapnap joined George, "Ok- who do we tell next?" Dream asked,

"your mom?" George joked, "She knows, well she known," George narrowed his eyebrows, "When did you tell her?" Georges frim tone made Dream giggle, "No- Dream, when did you tell her?" George scooted closer to Dream, "I told her on our second date, she asked me where we were going and I told her, she got you flowers but I kinda lost them..." Sapnap laughed, "How the fuck do you lose FLOWERS?" Sapnpa said genuinally confused, "I put them on the dining table and then later they were gone," Dream tried recalling his thoughts,

"Here, tell everyone while I try and find the flowers," George suggested but Dream hold onto his sweater, "I want you to do it with me, I can't just do it alone," Dreams puppy eyes almost swayed George into staying with him, "You can do it alone, just speak on both of our behalf," George kissed Dream, "gross." Sapnap muttered under his breath, staring at his phone,

"Ok, I'll be back," George smiled, dream tried to give George the slight treatment but he couldn't help but crack a small smirk, "Bye," George waited for the two to wave back but only Sapnap did, "Dream?" George said raising an eyebrow, "Dream, are you going to say bye to George so he can fuck off," Sapnap reminded Dream just in case he had forgotten, "I'm not talking to him," Dream blandly responded, h

George jumped a little, but walked off like nothing, "No, George, come back," Dream got up and went upstairs with George, fucking idiots, Sapnap thought of what they were going to do upstairs.

TIME SPEED

Sapnap was in his room, just waking up from a nap, he picked up his phone and got an amazing surprise, "Dnf is real!" Dream tweeted, then a picture of Dream kissing George on the cheek, Then George posted but this time on Instagram, "DNF (Dream n' friends)" The caption wrote and George posted a string of pictures seemingly from the dates they've been on, Sapnap commented on only Dreams knowing it would get more clout, "I'm moving in with Karl..."

THE ENDDDDD!! :D :D :D :D :D :D <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

~Clay (They/it/xe/star/moon :)

#dreamnotfound #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dnf fanfic #dnf fic #dnf fluff #dnf brainrot #dnf is real #sapnap #dream team #dteam fic

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campbenji · 3 years ago

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Bumpy will be key to getting Kenji back to the Camp Fam.

So apparently, Kenji has been put under the illusion that the mind control chips are going to help the dinosaurs, and since he wasn't there when Firecracker was chipped (which is how the audience knows the chips are painful for them), plus him trying to trust his dad, it makes sense for him to believe this.

By the time the Nublar dinosaurs are arriving to MCI, he's already betrayed the Camp Fam and working side to side with his father (I believe Kenji turning his back on them will happen very early into the season, around episode 3). We see Toro, Limbo, and (although we heard her, not saw her) Bumpy. I can imagine him not caring much about Toro or Limbo, but he knows Bumpy, he was around her for 6 months because Ben would never leave her side. He's known her enough to care.

When she arrives, he'll probably just look at her and be slightly surprised, but not afraid since he thinks the chips will do her good. However, Ben sees her, and knows what's bound to happen when they chip her, so chances are high that the moment he disappears in the clip he's running downhill to try and save her, probably ending in an argument between him and Kenji, if not an actual fight for the remote Kenji is holding in the clip.

Now, we all know Daniel is lying to Kenji about his true intentions and plans for the company, or at least giving him a very limited and manipulated version of the story, and that has to blow up at some point. Daniel will probably mention the orchestrated fights (or whatever new plan he’s got now that they’re working on the chips), something that guarantees the dinosaurs will be in immediate danger, to his investors. Kenji speaks up, saying he thought they had left that behind (as if you were an important part of the company, silly boy). Daniel brushes him off, which makes Kenji start to question his father's intentions.

If Bumpy is endangered by Mantah Corp’s plans, chances are high Kenji will try to stop things and keep her safe. Why? Because it would be completely out of character for him to stand by as he watches Bumpy having to face off another dinosaur against her will or suffer because of the chips. No matter how much pain they have inflicted on him and his friends, he still knows the dinosaurs are animals, and they don’t deserve this. He’s bonded with dinosaurs before (Rebel), and like I said before, he knows Bumpy, and he cares enough to stand up and do something. The campers will probably be there too, intending to save Bumpy, and might see him helping her out, if it doesn’t go as far as them running into each other face to face. However, things won't be magically fixed then, since the campers will be questioning whether this is a trap or not (lost trust🥲).

Knowing what Mantah Corp his dad were planning on doing to Bumpy, Kenji will start seeing the full picture, and slowly realizing his friends (if he can still call them that) were on the right all along. He could maybe even play as some sort of double agent for a while (although in my opinion it would be too much of a repeat of s4), but saving Bumpy would be the turning point for Kenji to see through his father's lies and make his way back to the group.

#got carried away by someone saying bumpy seems to be mind-controlled in the reunion scene from the trailer #so i watched another clip #i have no self control #here's a theory #i have a whole of 3 episodes and scenes based on this in my head #would write a fic if we weren't 9 days away #kenji kon #bumpy #daniel kon #mantah corp #camp fam #c rambles about jwcc #camp cretaceous #SEASON FIVE #camp cretaceous spoilers #jwcc s5 spoilers #i! should! be! rewatching! s1!!!

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chaoscriess · 2 years ago

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hey sorry to disturb but can you maybe do a one-shot of maddyxreader where she doesn't like not eeceiving attention from -reader-? Thanks and have a great morning,after noon or night!

absolutely! I love this idea! sorry it took so long! not exactly what you asked, but I tried! got a bit carried away though. I've recently changed my preferences on writing gn reader for the girls, and I've decided that I'll only write wlw/gxg fics for female characters. thank you for understanding.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! arguing, angst, maddy and reader being dumb and not communicating, some infidelity? maddy is kinda

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. mentions of the song michelle by sir chloe!!! love that song.

maddy x fem!reader

you and maddy had been together for a while.

9 months, one week, and 5 days, to be exact.

you knew she was yours, you knew she would never do anything to hurt you

maddy was the same, as far as you knew

but one day, when you two were at the mall near your house, you ran into an old friend

"oh my god, y/n?! is that you?" you looked around, initially not seeing anyone you knew, but stopping when you saw a taller man that you recognized. his name was caleb, and you knew him for 7 years before he moved away. you smiled brightly before quickly walking towards him and embracing him in a tight hug. "oh my god, I never thought I'd see you again, caleb!" he smiled at you and hugged you tightly, rubbing your back slightly. "yeah well," he paused, pulling away and shifting his feet, looking to the ground sadly, "my mom got sick and my dad got into a pretty mad accident at work so now I'm here. I have to take care of both of them for a while before I can get out of here again."

you smile at him before laughing softly and shaking your head. "yeah, hopefully I'll be out of here too, pretty soon." he smiled at you and placed his hand on your shoulder. "maybe we can go together!" you chuckled at his words and muttered a 'yeah yeah', dismissing his flirty behavior. "well, I have to go, my girlfriend's waiting for me". you watched his face drop slightly as you turned around and made your way to maddy, laughing at the man.

you saw the look on maddy's unhappy face, and your smile turned into a concerned frown. "what's wrong, babe?" she rolled her eyes and turned around, leaving you standing there confused as she walked away.

maddy was super clingy for a couple days. holding onto you wherever you went, whining when you pulled away from her, and yelling at you when you called her clingy. "well If it weren't for you eye fucking that caleb guy!"

you got into a fight about it, you told her you were laughing at him for flirting with you, and she told you that she wouldn't doubt it if you had been in love with him when you were younger and still loved him.

you definitely didnt, he wasnt your type.. like, at all.

you tried to tell her that you only loved her, that you were head over heels for her and you'd never leave her, but she didnt believe you.

she stopped begging you for affection and attention, instead showing up at all the parties you went to and getting affection and attention by dancing with other people. you were upset, obviously, you two never broke up, you weren't even on a break.

you ignored her attempts to make you jealous, sitting on the couch with fezco, high as heaven, instead of giving her the attention she wanted.

you could tell she was upset, but you did nothing wrong.

right?

right.

anyways,

it was midnight. you watched maddy dance with a girl named michelle. that girl was a monster from hell, she'd hated you since you got with maddy, you always knew she liked her. you were the first girl maddy had been with, and the one that made her realize she liked girls. it broke your heart to see her dance with michelle. you sighed and looked down at the joint in your hand before taking one last hit and handing it to fezco, standing up and walking to maddy. you smiled when you saw maddy look at you with a smile on her face, but your bright smile was replaced with a look of anger and hurt when you saw her grab michelle's hand and lead her to an empty room.

"are you fucking kidding me?" you quickly walked towards maddy and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from an angry michelle. "y/n, what the hell?! what are you doing?" you scoffed at the dark haired girl and dragged her out of the house, into your car. "what the fuck maddy? what was that?" she looked at you weird, like you were speaking a foreign language. "what was what? I was just dancing." you scoffed, chuckling lightly, you were really getting pissed off.

"maddy, that wasnt dancing, she was all over you. why were you even going into that room?" maddy sighed and looked down before speaking. "I asked her for help.. we were trying to make you jealous. youve been ignoring me, so.. I thought it would be a good idea." you frowned at her and shook your head. "maddy, why the hell would that be a good idea?!" you looked at her and you immediately felt bad for yelling at her.

"I dont know! I just.. missed you, I guess. I felt like you didnt care about me anymore.." you felt tears well up in your eyes, why the hell were you crying? wait, was maddy crying too? shit. "maddy, of course I still care about you! I'm fucking in love with you, for christ's sake!" your eyes widened, you had never said that out loud before. she looked up at you with wide eyes, they were red from crying. "oh, maddy.." you put your hands on her cheeks and kissed her gently, swiping away her tears with your thumbs, before pulling away and leaning your forehead against hers.

"I'm sorry... I should have talked to you about it instead of going to michelle." you pulled away, shook your head and let out a quiet 'no'. you couldn't stay mad at her. "it's fine, I'm not mad anymore. are you alright? I didnt mean to yell at you.." she sniffled and nodded. "and.. y/n?" you looked up at her in anticipation before she continued speaking. "I love you too."

in the end, you and maddy got over it.

this actually helped the two of you, in a way

you were more trusting, more honest

and you didnt get jealous every time one of you talked to someone.

#chaos calling!#maddy perez x reader #maddy perez #maddy perez fic #maddy x reader #euphoria x reader

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evermoreparker · 4 years ago

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Biggest Fan

Synopsis: When you and Tom realize how much your baby daughter loves Frozen, Tom decides to surprise her playing her favorite song, but she doesn't have the reaction he was hoping for.

A/n: Hey!! So I'm super excited to share this fic that started out as me sending a cute video to my incredible friend @kidney9-9 until I asked her if she wanted to write this fic with me. Go check all her work, she's an incredible writer, and I'm so lucky to have such a sweet friend. :) Let us know if you like it!! 💖💖

A/n 2: hi y'all hope you enjoy this colab! it was super fun and amazing, please follow and make sure to read my friend's writing! it's all incredible and so cool! :) thank you for reading!💖💖

It was a quiet evening, just relaxing at home with Tom and Sophie, when you heard the familiar strums of a guitar. It was only a few notes at first until you recognized the song that your husband was playing. It was a sweet song with such sweet memories that made you lull into a thought of the past.

As soon as the soft knock on Elsa's door stopped and Anna started singing, your daughter looked at the TV screen as if it was the sweetest melody she has ever heard and it made Tom's heart melt. The way Sophie's eyes were so focused on the screen made you laugh, it's like she was hypnotized. As soon as the song ended, she went running to you and Tom, telling you two how much she loved that part of the movie and the song.

Over the next few days, you and Tom giggled and chuckled about Sophie’s concentration and seriousness in practicing the song. You even watched her as she tried to make a dance routine, it was so cute and precious. One of the days, she even got into your closet and put an old pair of heels on, saying it was her turn to perform. You and Tom cheered her on as she belted out to her new favorite song, telling her how amazing she was.

Knowing how much your daughter loved that song, Tom learned how to play it on his guitar and how to sing the lyrics for Sophie. Tom practiced for that all week, because who cares if he's got to memorize Spiderman lines for the next movie, he needs to impress his baby daughter first. On Sunday he was finally ready to give your daughter the performance she deserved, but what he didn't expect was how much she hated it.

You started recording once Tom gave you the go-ahead and placed the phone down in a steady position on the table. You sat back quietly as Sophie walked into the room, confused at the sound of the guitar. She was usually at daycare when Tom practiced the song, or asleep. Tom chuckled, feeling excited to show her the song he’s been practicing.

Instead of the original “Elsa?” In the beginning of the song, he replaced it with Sophie, and you giggled a bit, glancing over to her. “Sophie? Do you wanna build a snowman? C’mon let’s go and play!” Tom sang, smiling widely as he watched Sophie unfold what was happening.

She struggled to say something at first, making Tom sure that she enjoyed it but the moment she opened her mouth, he realized he was wrong. “NO! NO! Stop it right now!”

Knowing how self conscious Tom gets about his voice you weren't sure if you should laugh at your 3 year old daughter hating her dad singing and playing for the first time to someone other than you. Before you could say something, Sophie turned to her dad who seemed confused about if he should keep playing, knowing how you two have the same weird sense of humor and this could be another one of his daughter's jokes.

Uncertain of his next movement, Tom went back to just playing his guitar, too scared of his daughter hating his voice. Before he could even touch the first string Sophie snatched the guitar with her little hands, shouting out, ''No more Frozen for you!''

Sophie tried to take her dad's guitar out of his hands, but she realized it's useless to carry something that heavy, instead, she went to her room and searched for the Olaf plush one of her many uncles got her as soon as they heard about her newest obsession. Holding it tight as if it was the real character, she sang to it softly the melody that she loves the most in the world.

Back in the living room, you and Tom stared at each other for a few silent seconds, confused about what Sophie did. “What? I thought she loved that song.” Tom spoke up, a bit dejected and upset. He didn’t understand her reaction at all but he snapped out of his thoughts once he felt you place your hand on his shoulder, after you stopped the video.

“I think she does. Don’t be upset babe. I think she wasn’t expecting that!” You cheered him up, smiling back to him. You didn’t want to laugh in front of him in case that gave him the wrong impression, but you found it adorable that Sophie stopped him that way. You never saw her act that way before, but you could tell she really cared about Frozen.

“Maybe? I’m just confused why she did that.” Tom responded, shrugging back to you. After another moment, you sent him another sweet smile, still finding his song incredible.

“You’re a great singer and guitarist, honey. Maybe she was jealous or something.” You reassured him once more.

Tom still thought that something went wrong with his voice, until you tried to lighten up the mood. ''Did you see how she held the guitar strings to try to stop you from going again?'' You chuckled, and Tom put the guitar aside so that he could put his hands on his face. For a second you were worried that you said something wrong that would make him more upset, but he took his hands off his face. And then you saw that he was trying to hold back his laugh, and that was a sound that you loved to hear. ''I'm just glad she didn't throw something at me''

''C'mon,'' You tried to restrain yourself from laughing, but you ended up joining your husband. ''It wasn't that bad!'' You said while losing your breath from laughing too hard.

''I mean, I'm sure I won't be able to dress up Frozen themed for her birthday next month now.'' He said, understanding that would only make you laugh more. ''Man, I had the dress and everything, even bought the blonde wig on Amazon.'' He pretended to be upset about it, and almost immediately looked at you to see if you were amused.

A few quiet minutes went by before you two heard Sophie’s voice carry through the house. You knitted your eyebrows together, instantly recognizing the tune she was singing and Tom tilted his head to the side as well. “Is that what I think it is?” He mumbled to you as you started to smile more, nodding your head back to his question.

“Let’s go check up on her.” You whispered back, not wanting Sophie to hear you while she sang. You got up from the couch, along with Tom and slowly walked up the stairs, hearing her voice get louder.

“Do you wanna build a snowman? It doesn't have to be a snowman. Go away, Anna! Okay, bye.” Sophie continued, not noticing you and her dad in the doorway. She was playing with her Olaf plushie, making him dance along to her song.

You glanced back to Tom, chuckling silently as he smiled back over to Sophie, proud she was singing. He understood why she acted that way now; that song was special to her and only her. Maybe she didn’t want to hear her dad sing it and possibly embarrass her.

Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, clearing his throat once Sophie stopped singing.

As the newest singer in the family stopped her performance, you two sat on Sophie's bed waiting for her to continue while smiling, encouraging her to keep going. When she went back to her little concert, you smiled at Tom while leaning into whisper, ''Watch and learn how your daughter is not shy at all about singing in front of people.''

He scoffed knowing you were just teasing him. ''Please, we don't count. She has seen you cry, and sing, over Louis Tomlinson's solo on History.''

''Hey! That's low, you know how that song makes me cry, it's their last song, it's their goodb-'' Tom stopped you before you told him again how much that song meant to you and the fans. ''Ok ok I'm sorry babe, I think it's a great solo, I'd cry if I was a fan too.'' He said while putting your head on his shoulder. ''Don't talk shit about my boyband, that's my Frozen.''

Tom laughed at your reference, and turned around seeing his daughter suddenly quiet. She climbs on Tom's lap, while you two hug and congratulate her on her amazing performance. Too caught up on the family hug, you didn’t notice your daughter leaning to whisper in her dad's ear.

''Daddy?''

''Yea my love?'' He hummed back.

''What's shit?'' Tom's eyes widened as he looked at you begging for you to help him. You raised your eyebrows at him and shrugged before leaning over to Sophie.

“Don’t know, I heard him say it first.”

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