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yoonjinkooked · 3 years

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Chemistry | jhs (4)

Part 4 - New Rules

(pls ignore my old URL, i’m too lazy to change it now RIP)

Beta read by the one and only @missgeniality

DRABBLE SERIES, TONS OF SHORT LITTLE CHAPTERS.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Pairing: Hoseok / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: FWB, university AU, smut

Warnings: cursing, handjob, breast play, making out, the deal is official, hobi comes in his pants like a teenager, cum eating (more like licking), mentions of oral

Word Count: 3.7k

Summary: After a few years of being immune to Jung Hoseok’s charms, you suddenly fall into them, head first. All it takes is one night, too much alcohol and a lot of balls. A/N: Finally, some smut! let me know what you think!

If misery had a smell, Hoseok’s one bedroom apartment would be full of the stench. Five heads hidden behind books, highlighters in different neon colors strewn across the floor, empty bags of snacks piling up amongst them.

Five people, five different worries, five different projects and the same kind of desperation. Deadlines were right around the corner and finally, finally, a good chunk of your friend group had decided that studying might be a teenie tiny bit more important than partying.

You’d argue that you’re having a harder time than others. Sure, Jimin’s project is due tomorrow, half of Jungkook’s grade depends on the paper he is working on, Tae’s scholarship might be on the line if he fails the upcoming exam and Hoseok is the fool who picked what you consider the most difficult major of all - chemistry. Despite it all, you truly would argue, with your full chest, that you’re having a harder time than others.

Because of Hoseok.

You were no longer avoiding him, obviously. It was no longer double and after your last one on one encounter in Yoongi’s kitchen, it would have been idiotic to ignore him. It was on you - you were the one who needed to make the final decision, whether it is positive or negative.

In all honesty, you’ve made the decision that same night. You just… haven’t gotten around to letting Hoseok know. Which has led to a little bit of tension between the two of you. It wasn’t anything overbearing - in fact, it was fairly easy to ignore most of the time. But you both knew it was there, brewing under the surface, unspoken but noticeable in the way he looks up from his book to where you are sitting, looking away rather quickly - much quicker than he would do before you decided that shoving your tongue down his throat was the best idea you’ve ever had.

What makes it even worse is that you are very much aware that the rest of your group is perceptive enough to notice this. Luckily for you, Namjoon is the only one who has the bravado to openly tease - it’s an annoying habit of his and something that can very easily go from ‘haha, good one’ to you actually not wanting to speak to him for a few days. Others notice, sometimes catching the looks Hoseok and you exchange, ignoring it for both of your sakes - the most attention it got was a raised eyebrow from Jimin but other than that, no one acknowledged it this afternoon.

It’s been hours and you were tired, no longer sure if your brain is even registering the information you were trying to memorize. It was the same for the rest of them - Jungkook’s huffs and puffs were becoming too frequent, Tae was skimming through the pages in a way that made it obvious that he wasn’t reading all of it, Jimin was picking and choosing colors in random orders and making a damn rainbow of his book and Hoseok’s leg was bouncing in a very distracting way. Your concentration has run its course.

“Okay,” you are the one who breaks the silence, snapping them all back to reality. “We’re not focused at all, are we? Why do we even bother?”

“No idea,” Jungkook slams his laptop and leans back onto the sofa. “Words were literally beginning to overlap in my eyes. It’s useless, I’m spent.”

“I can still keep going,” Jimin shrugs, reaching for the turquoise highlight marker.

“You’re just coloring pages Jimin, of course you can keep going,” Tae rolls his eyes, laughing when he earns a punch in the gut from Jimin - the two of them tend to be like that, bicker in the most loving manner. They were the only ones from your friend group who knew one another before uni started, having been friends since their highschool days. Their bond was something else, but they were always careful to never put it in your face, never make a show of it and make the rest of you feel like bonus additions.

“I say we go for a beer?” Jungkook suggests. “‘Mike’s’ only a five minute walk away, and who knows - a beer might refresh us and we can go for another round of cramming.”

“You know damn well you won’t get back to studying if we go to Mike’s,” Jimin laughs at him, pointing out the obvious - once you enter a bar, there’s no way in hell you’ll stop at one and go back to your daily obligations. “But enough’s enough, yeah? I say we go.”

“I’m in,” Taehyung nods in agreement.

“I’m gonna pass,” Hoseok speaks up, honestly surprising all of you. He was in a good mood before and honestly, it’s not like Hobi to say no to a round of beers. “I have things to do - Y/N, I could use your help, could you stick around for a bit?”

Silence fills the room - it’s almost palpable. Somehow, every single one of you knows that there is nothing Hoseok needs help with. Every single one of you knows that he wants to be alone with you and if you were to make a guess, it’s because he wants to talk - desperately so, since he didn’t bother coming up with a better excuse for your friends.

“Sure,” you agree immediately, both because you don’t want to be a dick to him and because you are curious about what he wants to say. Almost immediately, Jungkook, Jimin and Tae start getting up and hastily packing up their stuff, mumbling their goodbyes and telling us to text them if we change our minds and decide to join them after all. They are out the door at the speed of light, without you or Hoseok even having a chance to move or say a proper goodbye. It’s comical - if you didn’t feel as nervous as you do, you would laugh.

“Well that was… anything but subtle,” you comment on their exit and Hoseok smiles brightly at you, instantly putting you at ease - no matter what happens, it’s still the Hoseok you know and care for deeply, your dear friend and irreplaceable study buddy. Who you also want to fuck but that’s possibly going to become a reality so it’s a non-existant issue, really.

“In their defense, I wasn’t exactly subtle either,” Hoseok comments.

“True,” you chuckle in agreement. “So? What did you want me alone here for?”

That one sounded much better in your head. It’s such an open ended question, one that makes you worry what his actual answer might be. Luckily for you, this is Hoseok. He smiles at you sweetly, turning to the side and leaning his head on the sofa cushion, looking absolutely adorable. “Don’t torture me and make me explain. You know why.”

“I do,” you admit rather quickly. There was no use in beating around the bush anymore - you did that for way too long, anyway. “You still want to… give this a go?”

“As long as you do, absolutely,” he answers in a heartbeat.

“In that case, we need to set some rules,” you find yourself swallowing lumps and your heartbeat slowly speeding up, knowing that you are about to cross the threshold.

“Rules?” he asks, in a voice reminiscent of an annoyed child. “Rules ruin stuff, it’ll make it… boring and formal. What do you even have in mind?”

“Nothing… too specific, more like vague rules,” you start explaining, not even knowing where you’re taking this as you didn’t think this particular part through, despite all the overthinking that took place in the days before. “Just some things that we will have to keep in mind.”

“Such as?” he wonders.

“I don’t know… like, if we go through with this, is it going to be exclusive? I know it’s a benefit thing and not anything serious, but it would be only fair to be on the same page about whether or not we’re expected, dare I say, allowed, to sleep with other people?”

“Okay, that one makes sense,” he agrees, sitting up as he ponders your suggestion. “I’d say it should be exclusive. There’d be a risk of one of us catching everything and honestly, I don’t need more than one sexual partner to be content.”

Sexual partner. How in the name of everything did you end up even having this conversation with him. “Okay, good. I agree. So… no sleeping with other people. But what if, let’s say, one of us meets someone and develops an interest in them?”

“Then we tell the other one and it ends,” he shrugs casually. “This shouldn’t be something that… limits us in any way. If you meet a guy and fall for him, I don’t want you to stay away from that because we’re fuck buddies. We just need to be honest with each other, you know?” he asks and you nod immediately, agreeing that honesty is the most important thing.

“Do we let other people know that we’re in this… thing?” you ask.

“I’m fine with it if you’re fine with it,” he shrugs. “I mean, I’d like to be able to make out with you at a party or something, but if PDA isn’t your thing, then we can totally skip it.”

“I think we’re in this mess because PDA is my thing,” you mumble under your breath, which makes him laugh loudly. “Stop!”

“You went 0 to 60, Y/N,” he giggles. “I am so glad that you did but never for the life of me did I ever imagine you coming up to me and asking to make out.”

“Stop!” you repeat, feeling the heat hitting your cheeks. “Okay, so people will know if we can’t control ourselves and then we’ll have to explain it’s nothing serious. Yay. Settled. Now, the most important thing.”

“What is that?” He does turn serious, which actually puts you at ease - he was acting a bit too casual for your liking, seeing as you really wanted to settle some things before the final push. It’s nice to know that he’s taking you seriously after all.

“What the fuck do we do if one of us develops feelings?” you ask the obvious question.

Now, it seems so damn unlikely, you can practically deem it impossible. However, everyone knows how these types of agreements can end badly if one side grows feelings for the other, and that it is a rather common occurrence. Now you can scoff and laugh at the suggestion of falling in love with Hoseok, but you would have also laughed if someone had told you you’d be the one to initiate something with him before that night at the party.

Now, it’s impossible. But when you feel his touch, spend more time with him, get to know him in ways you didn’t know him before, spend your nights with him, whether in his bed or talking about nothing and everything all at once, who's to say it won’t become your reality?

Or even his? Yes, you were the one who kickstarted the whole thing but he was the one who wanted it to continue, rather adamantly. Either way, it’s a dangerous territory and you’d feel a lot safer if you knew that there is a back up plan.

“That’s where we get back to honesty,” Hoseok answers you calmly. “That’s the only thing that matters. If one of us takes it too far, the other needs to let them know. If we’re too pushy or too distant or develop feelings or find someone we want to be with, we need to sit down and talk it through. I wouldn’t be suggesting this if I didn’t think we could make it work. At the end of the day, you’re one of my dearest friends, Y/N. I adore you and the last thing I’d want is to ruin that. So, we talk. If we get to that, we sit, we talk and we figure it out.”

His words warmed your heart although they didn’t exactly put you at ease. It was touching but it also put your biggest worry in the forefront of your mind.

“Just… promise me that this won’t ruin our friendship. I need to know that. I need to know that no matter what happens, no matter what bump we encounter, we’ll be able to remain civil and friendly because if that’s the price I have to pay for… satisfying my hornyness for you, I don’t want to pay it,” you tell him.

Hoseok stays silent for a bit, a silence that strangely doesn’t worry you. After all, the statement you made is a strong one - if you lose him as a friend at the end of this, just for the sake of having sex with him and satisfying your caprice, it’s not worth it and you don’t want it. And more than likely, he has to consider the exact same thing.

“I swear,” he tells you, even lifting his hand to offer you his pinky, despite the distance between you - it’s a symbolic pinky promise. “I swear, the day this ends, we will still be friends. No matter what.”

“Okay,” you take a deep breath, stabilizing yourself and gathering the remnants of your courage to utter something you wanted to say for a while now. “Can I suck your dick now?”

The way his eyes bulge out is comical, and it does boost your confidence a bit, seeing how you caught him off guard and in a good way, too. Also, you really do want to suck his dick.

“I’m pretty sure it’s still flaccid at the present, but be my guest,” he chuckles nervously and you roll your eyes. Men. At the end of the day, he’s still just a simple man.

“I didn’t plan on putting it in my mouth this second, Hoseok,” you tell him as you get to your feet and walk over to where he’s sitting. As if he can sense what you’re planning to do, he turns to face you and you plop down onto his lap, straddling him, directly face to face with him for the first time since that one kiss at Yoongi’s birthday party. Your throat constricts a bit at the sight of him up close, realizing how you’re in a position when you can’t deny, or ignore, just how freaking beautiful he is. “Let’s make out a bit first, yeah?”

He just nods and leans closer to you, making the little distance between you disappear.

He tastes of orange juice he was drinking before and the thought makes you want to smile - even the way he tastes is something you associate with brightness and happiness, something so fundamentally Hoseok that you truly struggle to hold back a smile mid-kiss. Luckily for you, he distracts you with his tongue rather quickly.

The puzzle comparison comes to mind as the two of you slide down to the floor, still attached to one another, with him laying on top of you, without breaking the kiss. You think of him as one piece and you as another, realizing how amazed you are at how well you fit together. You can count on one hand the times when kissing someone felt absolutely and completely right and kissing Hoseok definitely makes the list.

He is so soft - the skin of his face and neck, the bright yellow sweatshirt he is in, the fingertips that caress your skin - you’re drowning in softness, despite lying on his floor, feeling pens and highlighters sticking into your back - you ignore it all happily.

“I’m not sure if I told you this,” he breaks the kiss, completely breathless and stares at you in a way that makes your heart skip a beat. “Or if I did, I’m not sure if you even remember but holy fuck Y/N, you’re an amazing kisser.”

“One can only kiss as good as their partner,” you shrug awkwardly, stuck between him and the hardwood floor. You’re full of shit and he laughs at your inability to accept compliments, but he rolls with it, knowing you well enough already. Letting your hand wander further south, you feel him up over his shorts, biting your lip when you feel his dick slowly hardening. He closes his eyes, sighing deeply and you relish the sight of him enjoying your touch. With slow but deliberate movements, you stroke him through the fabric, being way more gentle in this situation than you ever thought you’d be. Friends with benefits in your mind was a fling with random quickies (which might still happen) and drunk fucks. This is something more… personal, which definitely suits you better.

“You’re killing me,” he laughs nervously, his hands struggling to hold his weight above you.

“Already?” you chuckle, but give him a quick peck on the lips when they form a pout. “I’m kidding. And honestly, it’s flattering as fuck. Do you… just want to leave it at a handjob?”

“You just want to make me come in my pants, don’t you?” he laughs.

“Mayhaps,” you shrug with a grin on your face.

“If I can see boobs, possibly touch them, you got yourself a deal,” he suggests.

“Deal,” you answer, immediately using your free hand to pull down your shirt - you are wearing one with a pretty low neckline anyways. You struggle a bit, your other hand still glued to his dick, but you manage to put down your bra enough for your boobs to make an appearance, much to Hoseok’s pleasure.

“Fuck, I always knew you’d have gorgeous tits.”

“Hoseok!”

“If we’re doing this, expect compliments,” he says, dead serious and calm, almost too calm, given that you’ve snuck your hand past the waistband of both his shorts and underwear and are squeezing his dick, firmly.

“Fine,” you begrudgingly agree, although secretly, you know it’ll do wonders for your confidence. Smiling, Hoseok winks at you and dives in, immediately attaching his lips to your breasts. You never thought that you are particularly sensitive in that area compared to others but holy shit - with every swipe of his tongue on your nipple, you could feel yourself getting wetter, your underwear sticking to you in a way that makes you wonder if you should ask him for more today.

You don’t, though. Instead, you divide your focus between the feeling of his lips on your skin and his dick in your hand as you stroke it, reaching briefly to grab a hold of his balls, which earns you a gentle bite on the side of your breasts. You giggle and move your hand to stroke him faster, imagining what his dick looks like - it’s big and girthy, heavy in your hands, lubed up from all the precum that leaked out of him. You wonder if it’s red, if it looks like it’s about to explode, if it’s pretty like every other part of Hoseok is.

Why did you decide to keep it simple today? You could have enjoyed the view, the taste, and an abundance of other sensations. But maybe it’s better to take it slow - you’ll have more to look forward to, and this definitely won’t be ending today.

You can feel it pulsing in your hand and he comes without a warning - not that you needed one, seeing as he had completely given up on your tits and was breathing heavily with his head buried in your neck. His cum coats your hand as you continue to stroke him, much gentler now than you did before. You continue, ignoring the stickiness on your hand, ready to guide him through another orgasm, before he stops you gently, with a hand on your arm. Immediately, you stop and detract your hand from his pants as he slowly gets up on his feet.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” he asks as you use your clean hand to put your boobs back in the bra and the shirt back in its place. Reaching for the table between his lazy bag and sofa, he grabs a box of tissues, but by the time he turns to you, you had other plans.

It’s not that you enjoy the taste of it - it’s hardly a delicacy enjoyed by many. It’s not even that you were curious to see how he tastes - no, you just wanted to see his reaction. Your ego was flying through the roof the moment his eyes widened at the sight of you licking up a little bit of his cum from your hand - just a little, just enough to cause a reaction.

“Fuck you, Y/N,” he grunts, closing his eyes.

“What did I do?” you giggle shamelessly as you reach for the box of tissues in your hands.

“Made me cum in my pants and made me want to do it all over again just by doing what you did right now?” He sounds irritated, but not in a bad way - as in, you’re not annoying him but you are sexually frustrating him because he isn’t ready for another round - at least not yet.

“Lick your cum from my hand? If we’re going to be fuck buddies, you’re going to have to learn to say actual words.”

“Okay then, how about next time we meet, I stuff my face with your pussy and lick it until you're screaming my name and yanking my hair like a madwoman?”

Shit.

“That… yeah. That works,” you manage to blurt the words out, both surprised at the shamelessness he exhibited and at the idea of him doing what he described - there’s no doubt that that exact visual will be stuck in your head until it actually happens.

“Perfect,” he smiles brightly at you, before plopping down on the floor next to you. “Now come here - I wanna make out some more.”

“Hoseok, I have to study,” you whine but you let him lift you onto his lap anyways.

“Kiss now, study later. My one purpose in life is to distract you with benefits. That’s our whole point. Well, that and talking shit behind Namjoon’s back.”

You snort laugh at that, rolling your eyes at him. “Fine,” you drag out the word, acting like you’re only agreeing to it because he’s suggesting it, not like you want to kiss him with every damn fiber of your being. “But then we study! Okay?”

“Fine, fine, fine. Just shut up and kiss me.”

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spnfanficpond · 3 years

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Pond Diving - negans-lucille-tblr

Welcome to today’s Pond Diving Spotlight! We hope that you enjoy this little insight to our members and perhaps even find some useful tips for your own writing. Happy reading!

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“Don’t Be Koi About It” - All About You

Name: Bee

Age: 27

Location: Wales, UK

URL: @negans-lucille-tblr

Why did you choose your URL: I had 0 intentions of using my tumblr, as I was posting on AO3 at the time. My user on there used to be negans-lucille, so when I joined tumblr I added the tblr on the end as n-l was taken. And that is how my ridiculous username was born and I’ve regretted it ever since :’)

What inspired you to become a writer: I have a dissociative disorder called Maladaptive Daydreaming, which, put simply, is excess and intensive daydreaming. I live in a dream world 95% of my life, and I realised it was nice to curb that into writing. I wrote my first book at 12, and my English teacher at the time and now friend, encouraged me to keep writing. And now here we are :)

How long have you been writing: I’ve been writing fiction since I was 12, and I ventured into fanfiction at 14 for the McFly fandom (my favourite band). I wrote for them for 7 years before taking a break and coming back to FF with Negan.

What do you do when you are not writing i.e. Job/Hobbies etc? I am the company director at my family business, but I now only work part time as I have a 2 year old son. When I’m not writing or looking after him, I enjoy writing and playing music, playing board games (huge board gamers in this house), and watching crime documentaries mainly.

How long have you been in the SPN Fandom? I joined in 2019, but it’s like I’ve always been here. I am very late to the party, but I at least got to watch the finale at the same time as the rest of the world luckily!

Are you in any other fandoms and do you write for them? The Walking Dead, Walker and The Boys (they are givens I feel) and I dip my toe into Marvel and write for all of those characters (Sometimes) Other fandoms I don’t/no longer write for are McFly, The 1975, Red Dwarf & Harry Potter

Do you do any writing outside of fanfiction? If so, tell us about it? I have written a book called Who Said Love is Perfect? The book opens with the main protagonist, Xanthe being arrested for murdering her boyfriend Mark. The rest of the story is all the events leading up to Mark’s death, including his drug addiction, abusive behaviour, and his cousin Mikey who Xanthe takes quite the liking to…

I have also just finished turning my fic His Property into an original fiction to print and sell (depending when this is posted it might be available now!) and I’ve been working on turning Safe into an original fiction also. I prefer writing fanfiction, though - so that takes up the majority of my time!

Favorite published author: Malorie Blackman (I realise she’s a teen fiction writer but I still adore her)

Have you ever read a book that made an impact on your life? Which one and why?: Broken by Shy Keenan - it’s an autobiography about her horrific childhood, but the end of the book sees her finding peace and happiness and was incredibly uplifting. At the time it inspired me to believe things do get better - sorry that was a heavy answer 😅

Favorite genre of fanfic (smut, angst, fluff, crack, rpf, etc): Smut is definitely my home and anyone who has spoken to me for more than five minutes will know that. I am definitely not discreet about it - but there’s something to be said for a good bit of angst. Also I love putting a dark twist on most if not all of my work.

Favorite piece of your own writing: My Wincest series, “Normal” which you’ll find on my masterlist.

Most underrated fic you have written: Safe or Loyalties Lie

Story of yours that you’d most like to see turned into a movie/tv show: His Property

Favorite Tumblr Writer(s): @little-diable, @firefly-in-darkness and @kittenofdoomage

Favorite fic from another writer: Dirty Little Secret by @pink1031 has never left me alone.

Favorite character to write: Dark!Sam is always fun, as is Negan. But fluffy Dean might just take it.

Favorite Pairing to write: Almost all of my fics are reader insert, but if we’re going for OTP then J2 or Wincest

Least favorite character to write (and why): Castiel - purely because he has a very unique personality and I don’t feel I can capture it as well as other writers.

Do you have anyone you consider a mentor? Outside of Tumblr, my former English teacher, I wouldn’t be here without her. On tumblr - @kittenofdoomage is a sweetheart for answering all of my questions, I’ve definitely always looked up to her. But honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without @mummybear listening to me ramble about my fics 24/7 and helping me figure stuff out.

Do you have any aspirations involving your writing? I’d love to have a published fic and continue to do well with my fanfiction. One day I’d love to earn enough money from writing alone to not have to “Work”

How many work-in-progress stories do you have: I try and keep that number to one as I don’t like to spread my focus too thin. I have several ideas waiting to be written - maybe 8 or 9.

What are you currently working on? I’m currently writing the sequel to Absent, Too Close.

“Pond Diving” - All About The Writing

What/who has had the biggest influence on your writing? I recently read a Wincest fic on Ao3 called The Bright Lights of Disturbia, and that writer’s style really struck a chord with me, and I’ve found it’s really helped shape my writing into something better than before.

Best writing advice you've been given: Write what you’re inspired to. If you are on a roll but a scene isn’t working, make notes and come back to it. I’ve become a big fan of the square brackets. [they argue some more]. You can find and replace when you’re done :)

Biggest obstacle you’ve faced in your writing: The balance between pleasing myself and pleasing my audience. Writing for me and writing for notes/followers. We all want to do well with our writing, but we need to nurture our muse to keep it alive.

What aspects of writing do you find difficult when you write fanfiction? I really struggled with fluff for a long time, but when I had to stop writing smut for the month in Jan, I tackled a fluffy series, and now I’m far more comfortable with that genre. Writing canon within SPN is not my cup of tea, it stresses me out as I’m so bad with things like lore.

Is there anything you want to write but are afraid to (and why): I feel I’m pretty brave in what I’ll write. I used to be against writing real couples, but I had the urge to write something that’s Jenneel x Reader recently, so I broke my own rule and wrote some! It wasn’t as scary as I thought and I’m happy with the result!

What inspires/motivates you to write: My MaDD plays a big part, but also, my husband is a great cheerleader. All my followers and friends on here too - they are definitely the reason I keep writing and posting.

How do you deal with self doubt: Usually whine to my friends about it until I give myself a kick up the backside and remember that I am my worst critic. It’s never as bad as you might think it is.

How do you deal with writer's block: I force myself to write literally anything. Even - Once upon a time Sam was in the kitchen making a sandwich when Dean entered. Don’t be afraid for it to be terrible, you can edit and delete once you’ve unstuck yourself.

Do you plan/outline your story before you start: I don’t necessarily have a proper system. In the past I’ve totally winged one story but then planned chapter for chapter for the next story. My general process nowadays is to wing the first little while, having a general idea of how I want the story to go (it never works out that way), and then once I get more towards the end I might plan the remaining chapters as I’m anal about my stories ending on a chapter that’s a multiple of five 😅🤣

Do you have any weird writing habits: Not necessarily. Thanks to my MaDD I get ticks which means I’ll randomly put my laptop down, stand up, jump around the room and then sit back down. If anyone watched me when I’m alone they’d think I was insane 🤣 I also tend to pull the faces of my characters as I’m writing. Which means I’ve seductively bitten my lip at my computer screen many a time.

Have you ever received hateful comments on your fic and how do you deal with it? Oh yeah, a few. What everyone has to remember is that you are not going to please everyone all the time. We are all unique human beings with unique tastes and you and yours just might not fit someone else’s. That’s okay! And just remember that they are the one with the issue, enough to take time out to post something negative about you/your writing when they could’ve been far more productive with their time. Just keep doing you, and you’ll attract the type of people who do like you and your work.

Conversely: what’s been some of your favorite feedback on your fanfic? I love when someone reblogs with feedback almost as long as the fic, picking out sentences and phrases and commenting on them. I love when people articulate something that I was hoping to portray in a roundabout way because it proves I did my job correctly. People yelling at me is always fun too. I love to tease and I do love a cliffhanger. Some of my favourite feedback has come from @waywardbaby @donnaintx and @samwinchesterjaredjensen

If you could give one piece of advice to a new and/or struggling writer, what would it be? Don’t worry about what you think people want to read. Worry about what you want to write. Some of my best and most popular fics have been stories that were completely self indulgent. I think it shows in your writing that you enjoyed writing it. Especially as a new writer, I know the temptation to write what’s “popular” to build your following is strong, but if you always set out and write the type of stories you enjoy, you will build a following of people who enjoy reading those types of stories! As hard as it is to put into practice, try to not get bogged down in the idea that notes = quality of writing. That is not the case. Some of my favourite fics have a low note count, but are better than some fics I’ve seen/read that have 100s of notes 😘

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dork-empress · 3 years

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Singing in the Dead of Night Pt 3

Lucy and Damian visit Metropolis.

Past chapters are under my tag 'lucy quinzel' and the whole fic is on my AO3 (url in my description). Please reblog and leave comments.

Flock of Robins

Timtiminey:Guys. Guys. Guess what???

Jason: I thought I deleted this chat.

Timtiminey: Ha funny you think I’d allow you to do that

Timtiminey: And you didn’t guess.

Dickbutt: Tim I’m on a mission.

Dickbutt:.....

Dickbutt: TIM CHANGE MY NAME

Timtiminey: You’re still not guessing.

Dick Grayson’s name was changed to DickiestButtiest

Stephaluffagus: Whatever Is It, Tim?

Jason: Why is Stephanie even on here?

Stephaluffagus: I was a Robin!

Timtiminey: And she asks the questions. Well, you SEE

Timtiminey: DAMIAN GOT A GIRLFRIEND

Stephaluffagus: WHAAAA?!:?HSLHFADSKLJFKL?????

Dick Grayson’s name was changed to DatAssTho

DatAssTho: Awwwww, that’s so cute!!!

DatAssTho: Our little hellion is growing up

DatAssTho: It’s like it was just yesterday he was threatening to stab us all

Jason: That was last week at dinner.

Jason: Who the hell said yes to go out with him?

Timtiminey: That’s the best part! The old man set them up.

Stephaluffagus: ALKSDAN LFKSNDAFLKNDASKLF

DatAssTho: Well thats just not fair. He never set up me on a date.

Jason: He put you on the Titans.

DatAssTho: Watch it, Todd

DatAssTho: Also, you type like an old man

Jason: With proper punctuation?

Stephaluffagus: Guys, we’re straying from the topic: Who is it??

Timtiminey: Harley’s niece, she’s got some like, clown ballerina thing going

Jason: QUINN?!?!?!

Jason: LIKE JOKER’S GIRLFRIEND????

DatAssTho: Dude, they broke up ages ago

Stephaluffagus: Yeah, she’s basically more hero than you are

Jason: You really want to go down THAT route Brown?

Timtiminey: OOOOHKAYYY

Timtiminey: Rest assured, the old man vetted the girl. She’s…..unique? I’ve only seen her file, or part of it anyway

DatAssTho: Bruce has secret files doesn’t he

Timtiminey: I think I made it through the first encryption, but I’m working on the next between other cases.

Timtiminey: After all, we have to make sure she’s alright for our little Dami-kins

Stephaluffagus: Isn’t he on this chat?

Timtiminey: He’s had this muted for ages

Jason: YOU CAN DO THAT?!

Timtiminey: I mean, YOU can’t. I will turn it off for you

Jason: …….

Jason: Well you know it’d be a shame if I

Jason: @DamianWayne

Timtiminey: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!

Damian: You’re dead Drake

DatAssTho: RIP

Stephaluffagus: He will be remembered

Jason: Prick.

“Get on already,” Damian said, exuding as much disinterested and grumpy energy as his body could manage.

Lucy skipped over to him, and looked at the seating arrangement on the Robin Cycle. “Hmm”, she said, “I don’t know if I’ll fit.” She climbed up to the back of the cycle only for her tutu to spring her backwards.

“What the hell is in that thing?” Damian asked, scowling. whatever had hit him was way more solid than fabric.

“Oh all sorts of things!” she said, “It’s my utilitutu!”

Damian really should have been used to this by now. “Your what.”

“Utility Tutu. I’ve got my balloon animals, my gas bouquet, my tamborine…”

“Well get rid of it or something,” Damian said, and was somehow surprised she did as was asked. Left in just a leotard, she hooked the tutu around her arm and jumped up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Luckily, he was wearing his helmet, so no one could see him blush.

He revved up the motorcycle to try and drown out his thoughts. They’d been particularly loud ever since Tim said what he said...and, maybe since Lucy said what she said.

Were they dating? Is that what was happening? Lucy had called it a date, but Lucy was weird. It wasn’t like Damian understood how these things were supposed to work. This was super not in the training regime for the League of Assassins.

Did he...want it to be a date? He was even less sure. Lucy was...odd, but she had grown on him. She was the exact opposite of him, cheery where he was brooding, she was peaceful, he was violent. She was...kind and funny and playful. He was super not. they were both smart, but that seemed to be where the similarities ended.

And yet, it kinda worked. She was pretty, in a girly way, or at least thats what he could tell from under her makeup. He’d never been...really interested in girls or anyone. He didn’t know what it was supposed to feel like. If this was how it was supposed to feel like.

Well, he wasn’t going to be forced to be in a relationship with anyone. If she tried anything, he would tell her no, in no uncertain terms. Then he could get Tim and the others to shut up.

Once the decision was made, of course, he was left to ruminate for the remainder of the ride. He might have welcomed some of Lucy’s chatter, just to get his mind off things. Damn Bruce, not letting him use the batmobile…

Finally, a blur appeared beside him. “Need a lift?” Jon asked, rushing along beside him. Damian couldn’t help a smirk as he followed him through the city.

They came to a stop in an alleyway, though it didn’t hide much. “Whoa,” Jon said, eyebrows raised, “Hello, who’s this?”

Lucy stood on the top of the motorcycle, slipping her tutu back on and giving a deep curtsy, “Greetings! I am Commedia, The Dancing Delight, Columbina of Gotham and--”

“She’s Harley Quinn’s niece,” Damian said, cutting her off, “Lucy, Superboy, Superboy, Lucy.”

Lucy jumped down, eyebrow raised, “Now, come on. Surely you boys know how hard it is being defined by those who came before you.”

“Yeah, Robin,” Superboy said, holding out his hand for her to shake, “Honestly, no manners. Nice to meet you, Comme...Colum..um.”

“Lucy’s fine,” she said, “Aunt Harley said it’d be good for me to go and see some of Metropolis, maybe get some shopping done.”

Jon smiled, “Well, there’s plenty to do around here, and you picked the perfect tour guide! Come on, Mom and Dad are working today. I’ll show you around.”

Damian followed the pair of them around at a pace where you could just barely tell he was part of the same group. He was in his black outfit again, with sunglasses so that Lucy couldn’t tell who he was, and all of Metropolis wouldn’t know Robin wasn’t in Gotham.

Jon took them on the full tourist tour, going to see the many wonders of Metropolis. Though, a few stops Damian was pretty sure weren’t on the main route, like when they went to the top of the Daily Planet building. Other than that, though, it was a lot of pretty buildings, old buildings, the Superman memorial/dedication (they just left it up when Superman came back) and other sites that were considered important.

Damian sulked, having seen all these before and not finding them any more impressive than the first time or any time after that. What did surprise him was that Lucy didn’t seem any more impressed than him. He would have thought she’d go Gaga over the tourist trappings, considering she react to abandoned (allegedly) mines like a family at Disney World.

But she looked at each one, nodded in appreciation, and went onto the next thing.

Jon was kinda weirded out by it too, Damian could tell, not that Jon was ever subtle. He kept looking to Damian as if to try and explain her behavior, not that he was ever going to be doing that.

“Ok,” Jon said, as they sat outside the capitol, “Is there anything you WANT to see?”

Lucy shrugged, “To be honest, buildings don’t really interest me that much. But I’m glad to have gone with you, of course.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Damian said, “What’s the point of going around like this if you don’t even like it? We went around all damn day for YOU!”

Lucy tilted her head, “We went so that Superboy could show us things and we could get to know him.” She smiled at him, “You clearly admire Superman a lot, and you’re clearly like him. I’m glad you get along with your dad so well.”

Jon smiled, confused, but appreciative, “Thanks?” Damian grumbled. “But, I’d like to get to know YOU better as well. So if there’s something you like, the city has everything.”

Lucy hummed, “I honestly mostly just like to people watch in my free time.”

Jon beamed, “Oh man, I have the perfect place then.”

With a hop, skip, and a kryptonian-powered jump, the three of them were in the rafters of the Metropolis Subway station, looking down at everything and everyone as they went by. Damian was just glad they were inside, and being underground had him feeling a bit more at home.

Lucy practically sparkled, leaning way too far over to look at everyone. “What are they saying? Can you hear them?”

“Uh, which ones?” Jon said. She pointed aggressively. “Well, that one’s a family on vacation, the dad there is going over the itinerary, he’s got it printed out. The daughter there is trying to get him to skip the museums so they can get to the aquarium faster.”

“Ohh, what’s at the aquarium?” Lucy asked, kicking her feet like a child.

“Some fish, jelly fish are cool...Oh, they got a new shark there, I think.”

Damian groaned again, “Ugh, who CARES? If you wanted to go to the aquarium, then lets go to the aquarium! Instead of just watching someone TALK about it! These are all just normal people!”

“Robin, dude,” Jon said, “If it’s what she wants, why not? We are here for HER after all.”

That in of itself would have been enough to shame Damian, but Lucy was staring at him. She stared unblinking, and unsmiling. It was actually creepy. Like she was staring through him.

“Nobody’s normal.” She said, very seriously, her voice no longer taking on the cheery affectation. “Not a single one that I’ve ever met. Many of them TRY to be normal, but it is an illusion. A moving target, an ideal that doesn’t exist and people are shamed for not attempting to achieve.”

Damian could feel himself resist leaning away from her. “Uh, Lucy?” Jon said, “Something you want to talk about?”

Lucy blinked like she was remembering she was supposed to. “I suppose it is personal to me,” she said, “My…mother was always a little scared of Aunt Harley. First scared of her success, then scared of her villainous career. She always wanted to be normal. She wanted…me to be normal. She was scared of what I’d be. Who I’d be like.” She smiled, an echo of her previous smile, “It’s not quite the same as being a disciple for a great hero like Superman or Batman.”

Jon was suddenly looking very awkward. “Well,” He said, “I mean, having Harley Quinn as your aunt isn’t that bad. And you’re good anyway! So, no need to worry.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Lucy said, “It doesn’t matter if I was good or bad. It just matters that I was strange.” She tilts her head, looking down at the mass of people rushing back and forth. “Ever since I was little, people didn’t feel…real. They’re just. Stories. I couldn’t relate to my peers, as my teachers would say. I don’t know how to explain it. The only time I tried, my mom was so scared she sent me to a camp. One of those meant for bad kids to help them behave.” She tilted her head, “But they weren’t bad. They all had different stories. I realized there were no normal people. Just people with stories.”

Damian couldn’t have spoken if it was to yell for help. He stared at Lucy, trying to decide if he should be concerned or sympathetic.

Jon cleared his throat. “Well, I think you’re nice. And that’s what’s important. No problem with learning more about people and helping them.”

Lucy smiled, “Thank you.”

Jon’s head whipped to the side. “Ah, shoot, Dad’s calling me. I’ll be right back.” Lucy’s cheery attitude was back and she nodded, as Jon took off.

Lucy looked over at Damian for a moment. Damian felt he should say something. Apologize, maybe? He wasn’t sure what would be appropriate, and if it was appropriate, would Lucy want it. She worked on a whole other level, that was clear.

Lucy went back to watching people below her.

“My mom,” Damian started, not sure where he was going to end his sentence. Rule one of being in his family was to not reveal details about himself. But it was Lucy and she…she was his friend. “She was a…she’s a villain. I was supposed to be too. Maybe would have been if I didn’t go to live with Batman.”

Lucy nodded, “That sounds like a very interesting story,” Lucy said, “Thank you for telling me.” She tilted her head towards him. “Hey Robin, there’s this comedy place here in Metropolis I looked up. I was hoping maybe we could go tonight? I’m kind of a comedy nerd, and it’s always good to support people at an open mic. Maybe you’d even laugh once.”

Damian braced himself. This was a date. She was asking him on a date. He had prepared himself for this. “I can’t,” Damian said, the words practiced, “I don’t think of you that way. We can hang out and…be friends, but no.” There. No question about it.

Lucy looked at him, and tilted her head, thinking. “Ok,” She said, simply. Didn’t seem too heartbroken. It was a relief. “Hey Superboy,” She said, voice raise just slightly on the sounds of trains, “Do you want to go on a date to a comedy club tonight with me?”

There was a brief pause, then with a burst of wind, Jon jumped up back to the rafters. “Yeah, that sounds good,” and they shared smiles, “Robin, I can get her back to Gotham if you want to head home.”

Damian blinked, trying to process what exactly was happening. “I–,” technically, he wasn’t supposed to leave Lucy, for reasons Batman hadn’t been overly clear about. But if something was going to happen, she’d be plenty safe with Jon. Still, he wanted to argue this, even though he had nothing, and he knew he had nothing. “Sure, that sounds fine.”

Jon held out his hand to help him down, but he could easily get out by himself. And so, alone, he went home. And he didn’t understand the strange feeling in his gut.

Bruce stretched his neck coming down to the batcave, seeing Tim on the computer. “Commissioner Gordon has kindly invited Batman and Robin to the Wayne charity Christmas Party on my behalf,” he said, “I’ve got Dick coming down to wear the Batsuit for me. I’m going to work to have Damian as Robin, but would you and Steph take on patrols that night? At least some of us should actually be doing work.”

Tim didn’t answer. He stared blankly into the computer. Bruce sighed, most likely he didn’t hear him. “How long have you been down here? You’re going to ruin your–”

“Are you planning on telling Damian?” Tim asked.

Bruce paused and looked at what Tim was staring at. It was medical records of Delia Quinzel, specifically of her pregnancy.

Specifically the fake pregnancy records that Bruce had made. “What are you talking about?” Bruce asked.

“Please don’t insult me,” Tim said, face stoic, “You really think I can’t recognize your digital fingerprint all over these files?”

Bruce took a few deep breaths. “Have you told anyone?”

“Hell no,” Tim said, finally looking up, “And I cleaned up your mess. But I don’t know if anyone else has looked into this before now.” Tim glared at Bruce, “So I ask again, are you planning on telling Damian that you’ve put him in charge of protecting Joker’s biological daughter from her own father?”

Bruce came over and looked at the corrected records. They were, in fact, cleaner. Bruce’s were too normal. Tim added in complications that could have happened, just enough to make people think they’d already found what was wrong. “We don’t know what Joker knows.”

“Oh, and he just happened to escape Arkham and disappear at around the same time a teen starts hanging around his ex-girlfriend.” Tim said, dryly.

“If he does know,” Bruce said, “Then its our job to stop him. If he doesn’t, then we still stop him. But Lucy has a target on her back one way or another.”

“Which is why you put Damian in front of it?” Tim said.

“I trust Damien,” Bruce said, “To protect her. But I don’t want him to be biased against her because of her parents.”

“So, you’re putting him at risk, so that he can make friends?” Tim demanded, arms crossed.

Bruce took a deep sigh. “One day,” he said, “Lucy is going to have to confront where she’s come from. And the rest of us are too. I’m trying to give us all the best chance.” Bruce said, “Besides, Damian needs more friends other than Jon.”

Tim screwed up his face, then snorted. “Alright, old man,” he said, “I’ll go with your plan for now. But if something goes belly up, I reserve the right to at least one ‘I told you so.’”

“A fair compromise,” Bruce said, “What have you found about Joker’s movements?”

“He’s going quiet right now, which isn’t much like him,” Tim said, “But I think I’ve tied him to this fancy surgical robot that’s gone missing from Gotham Hospital.”

“Well, I’m sure there’s nothing mind-breakingly awful he can do with that,” Bruce said, sarcastically. “Let’s take it to the streets.”

Tim jumped up and followed him to the batmobile.

#lucy quinzel #damian wayne #bruce wayne #jon kent #DC comics fanfic #dc comics fanfiction

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Put your head on my shoulder (One Shot)

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: The team goes away on a weekend vacation. Things happen in the car ride and later.

Words: 3.5K

Warnings: only tooth rooting fluff!!

A/n: Hello! Please read this! I know there are people who have read this fic before, it is because I have posted it before, but my old blogs are both deleted now permanently so I had to start (once again, sigh..) from the beginning. Please, if you want, like and reblog this even though you might have done it when I posted it the first time. I would be infinitely grateful.

Because of some privacy issues I’m not writing my old blogs’ urls here, but I’m sure a lot of people will recognize the fics I will start reposting here every day and will know who I am. Thank you so much for your kindness and support on my old blogs, I am hoping to receive the same here, <3

Originally posted: October 21, 2019

It was one of those very rare occasions where being an Avenger wasn’t taking your whole time, so most of the team decided to do something about it. Going on weekend trips with your team members wasn’t something new for you, but what made this time special though, was the presence of a certain blue eyed ex assassin who decided to take the chance for the first time and join the rest of you.

As per usual, you being yourself and always late, but as Tony Stark would put it “fashionably so”, you were running out of the elevator to meet the rest of your friends in the car so you could finally leave the compound.

Sam was leaning from the passenger’s seat to the steering wheel, pushing the horn non-stop, succeeding this way to only piss off Bucky who was sitting behind with Natasha and Wanda.

“Stop that asshole. I’m here.” You yelled at Sam, putting the bag of your clothes in the trunk of the car and moving to get inside.

“Freaking finally!” Came the annoyed reply of Sam who apparently was tired of waiting.

It was only 10 minutes, you could argue with him if he said something again, but luckily Steve got in the driver’s seat so The Falcon decided to shut up for the moment.

You took a look at the behind seat of the car, spotting Nat, Wanda and Bucky all sitting there, not very comfortable but you supposed it was okay. However, there was no place for you to sit.

“Get in y/n.”

“Yeah, we don’t have all day.” Came another complaining from the bird of the team and you could just give him the middle finger, but you were preoccupied thinking of where to actually sit.

“Guys I don’t think there’s space for me here.” You talked calmly, almost not the same person who came running and cursing just a moment before.

Usually there wouldn’t be any inconvenience of this kind, because usually, there was not a huge mass of solid muscle and breathtaking smile taking almost half of the back seat of the car.

“Hop on Barnes.” Sam replied, matter-of-factly.

“Why me? I-I mean, it would be better if Wanda did, I weigh more than her and Bucky would be uncomfortable and..” you were blushing hard and stumbling upon your words, but this time Bucky cut you off just by taking your hand in his and tugging at it, suggesting you get in the car.

“It’s okay doll, I really don’t mind. You can sit on my lap.” He said quietly, almost shy, but he was sporting an easy smile on his face as if this situation was making him happy.

Maybe it was, you didn’t know.

You gave him a look, as if silently asking “Are you sure?” and when he nodded his head and kept his smile on his lips, you decided it was okay to actually sit on his lap.

While the thought made you blush, you and Bucky weren’t strangers to each other, so you contemplated there was nothing wrong about the situation, given the circumstances.

You hopped easily in the car and sat on his lap a little awkwardly to say the least, while Wanda was trying but miserably failing to hide a smile spreading from her face and Nat was not even bothering to conceal the knowing smirk from hers.

“Everyone ready?” Steve asked and only after a round of nods and ‘yes’-es, he finally started the car.

You had one of your hands glued behind Sam’s head trying to weigh as little as possible on Bucky’s lap and you were trying so badly to keep the composure in front of your teammates.

You weren’t necessarily uncomfortable being this close to Bucky, but what made it bad was the presence of your other friends, especially Natasha and Sam.

When Steve brought Bucky to the compound almost two years ago, he was as closed off in himself as he could be. Of course no one blamed him, he came from 70 years of horror and honestly only the fact that he was still alive was a miracle.

To say you were captivated by him as soon as you laid eyes on him, it’s an understatement. Being friends with Steve before and having him share all the stories from “back in the days” did not help your case at all. Only what you heard from Steve was almost enough to make you fall for The Bucky Barnes, the Sargent of the 107th. And then when the man himself showed up, you were definitely in love with him.

Despite everything he had been through, despite all the hard exterior, the history and all the killings he had in his back, there was something about him you couldn’t place. Maybe his eyes, blue like the ocean and deep and… kind? There was a kindness you could spot in them that not even decades of brainwashing couldn’t take it away.

The first few months Bucky would only talk to Steve, never join the common areas and stay in the confines of his own room. You never saw him and sometimes wondered if he was even there.

It was almost 5 months later when you literally ran into him well past midnight in one after your “quests for good food” in the kitchen that you had your first conversation with him.

It had been only one sleepless night for you after a grueling mission and of course another sleepless night for him (as all of them were) when you were walking around the kitchen in darkness to reach the cupboards trying to find any of the cookies Sam stashed away from the team when you ran into a solid mass.

You yelped in fear but calmed as soon as he spoke. It was somehow soothing to hear his voice.

You finally found what you were looking for and decided to share the cookies with him, along with two hot cocoas and a very pleasant conversation that continued until dawn, when Bucky asked for permission to leave for his morning run with Steve.

After that night, you had many more repeats of it. Sometimes both of you would talk over cookies and cocoa, sometimes you would watch a movie and other times you would just stay silent in the company of each other, only listening to your calm breaths until you would fall asleep and Bucky would put a blanket on you and continue to look at you for the rest of the night.

At first it was a little odd, but as time went on your friendship evolved. It wasn’t only the nocturnal rendez-vouz anymore, but you started spending more time with each other, training together too until Steve decided to finally let Bucky go on a mission with you and making you partners for most of them.

It was actually very pleasing to see Bucky become better and better everyday. Meanwhile your friendship was becoming stronger and your feelings getting deeper. Seeing more and more of the Bucky that Steve used to describe in his stories was the best thing you could hope for. However, the fact that Bucky was always touching you, hugging you, snuggling with you in his room while reading or watching movies and even sometimes cuddling when you fell asleep together wasn’t helping you at all. You welcomed all these things but you never said anything about what you felt, scared to ruin your friendship.

Now here you were, perched on his lap, as if sitting in a bed of nails, while feeling the eyes of Black Widow, staring at you with her peripheral vision while she was whispering something to Wanda.

You had been driving for almost half an hour, only listening to Sam commentary about every song that came on the radio and the whispering of Natasha and Wanda on your left.

Bucky was stiff beneath you but he was silent, having rested his head on the windshield and his eyes closed, but it was obvious he wasn’t sleeping. He let a long sigh escape his lips and only then you turned your head to look at him.

“I’m sorry, I know you’re uncomfortable and…” you began but he cut you off, explaining that he was just tired but it wasn’t because of you at all.

You gave him a sympathetic look. “Couldn’t get any sleep last night, could you?”

He only shook his head no.

“You can put your head on my shoulder and try to sleep a little now.” You suggested without thinking twice. He gave you a sweet smile and did as you said.

His head came to rest on your shoulder, his face hidden in the crook of your neck and you could feel his breath tickling the skin it hit softly.

He let out another sigh and closed his eyes.

The others were just looking at you two, not saying anything at all, until Sam decided to turn off the radio and play a song from his phone.

Put your head on my shoulder

Hold me in your arms, baby

Squeeze me, oh so tight

Show me

That you love me too

Natasha let out a chuckle at the choice of the song and you rolled your eyes, flipping Sam off. He just winked at you and let the song play in a relatively low volume.

A few minutes had passed, the song had changed and you were all enjoying the ride in silence.

You were silently mouthing the lyrics of “Every breath you take” when suddenly the car came to a halt, causing you to stumble forward and you were gonna get hurt if it wasn’t for Bucky’s hands gripping your waist and holding you in place.

“What the hell, punk?”

“Sorry Buck, guys.” Came the apologetic reply from Steve. “There was a dog crossing the road and I didn’t want to hurt him.”

You sighed and grabbed a hold of the seat behind Bucky’s head, the other hand on your lap. Bucky’s hands were still gripping your waist, but a little more loosely now, as Steve started the car once again.

Bucky resumed to his previous position, nuzzling his face in your neck once again. Your hand that was behind his head slowly found the way to his hair and you began to play with his hair, an action he welcomed with a smile spreading on his lips that you felt in your neck.

You rested your head on top of his, but your hand didn’t stop caressing his hair, playing with the long chocolate locks and twirling them between your fingers.

You closed your eyes and decided you were finally comfortable enough to at least let yourself enjoy the rest of the drive. It was going to be a long one for that matter, so you decided spending the whole thing as if you were sitting on glass wasn’t the best thing you could do.

After only a few moments you felt Bucky’s metal hand touch your hand that was resting on your lap and silently taking it to join your other hand in his hair. You smiled to yourself but obliged, putting now both of your hands in work and giving him this way double the pleasure.

It wasn’t long after that you felt his heavy breathing against your neck and realised he was finally asleep. You were glad he could finally get some rest so you made the best you could to not move, trying to maintain the comfort you gave him. So with nothing else to do you closed your eyes too and decided you could take a nap too. You could hear your friends whispering with each other but you couldn’t care less about them right now. Within a few minutes you let yourself succumb in a peaceful sleep wrapped up around Bucky.

“Y/n.. hey, wake up doll.” You heard Bucky’s voice call but you were so sleepy you couldn’t find it in yourself to open your eyes.

You let out a soft groan of displeasure and only snuggled closer to his chest.

“We’re at the cabin sweetheart.” He tried again. “Why don’t you get up and we’ll get you inside, hm?”

“Mm, but I’m so comfy here..” you mumbled sleepily and heard Bucky chuckle at your words.

“So warm Buck.”

“I know, but you’ll be more comfy in a bed and warmer for sure.” He continued but you could already feel the smile that was threatening to break from his face.

Finally giving up on sleep you opened your eyes and groaned in annoyance.

You had no idea how it had happened but unlike when you fell asleep, this time you were resting your head in Bucky’s chest and he had his arms around your shoulders.

“Come on doll, let’s get you inside.” He nudged you and helped you out of the car and inside the cabin.

You found Steve, Sam, Natasha and Wanda already inside, each of them sitting in a chair, talking to each other animatedly.

“Ohh, look who finally decided to join the world of the awake.” Sam teased as soon as he noticed you and Bucky enter the place. “You slept for the whole 4 hours of the trip, you’re unbelievable.”

You just shrugged but remained close to Bucky.

“So what’s up now?” You asked.

“Okay so now we have to deal with the 'space’ situation here.” Steve took the turn to speak, his 'captain voice’ activated, as if he was briefing a mission report.

You all looked at him, waiting for him to continue, so he did.

“There are only 3 rooms here, and 6 of us. We all have to share a room with someon-”

Before he could finish his word Wanda cut him off. “I’m with Nat.” She announced excitedly.

“Wanda!” You gave her a look.

“There’s no way in hell I’m sharing the room with Tin Man.” Came without a delay Sam’s comment.

Bucky glared at him, but said nothing as you took his hand in yours and your bag in the other hand and not waiting for any other comment or reply from the others started walking in the direction of the rooms.

“We’re going to have the room with the bathroom inside.” You said, not leaving any place for arguments, and walked to the room with Bucky. You got in and closed the door behind you with a loud thud.

You weren’t upset that you had to share a room and a bed with Bucky, after all it wasn’t the first time. What annoyed you though was the fact that your friends were doing all these things on purpose, first making you sit on Bucky’s lap during the car drive (not that you were complaining) and now this, leaving you to share the room with him.

“I don’t know about you but I wouldn’t say no to another nap Buck.” You talked first and opened your duffle bag to fish out some other clothes.

Not paying any attention to the fact that Bucky was standing in front of you, you popped open the button of your jeans and slipped out of them, getting inside a pair of cotton shorts you used as pajamas. Next to go was your shirt which you replaced with a very large grey sweatshirt you had borrowed from Bucky a few months ago.

After changing your clothes you got in bed and covered with a soft blanket without a word, while Bucky kept staring at you, like you had grown a second head.

Sure enough, he had seen you in your pajamas before, also you had changed in front of him when you were all getting dressed in your uniforms for a mission, but seeing you get changed in front of him and put on his shirt, that did stirr something inside of him he couldn’t really place.

He was glued in place and wasn’t planning to move anytime soon if it wasn’t for your voice pulling him out of the trance.

“Will you join me?” You asked simply and instead of answering verbally he too got rid of his clothes but unlike you, he didn’t get in pajamas, but headed to bed only in his black boxers and got under the blanket.

You could get used to this, you thought to yourself as he moved slightly to make himself more comfortable in bed.

“C'mere.” He offered shyly and opened his arms for you to cuddle him. You didn’t hesitate one second to do so.

You rested your head on his chest and his hands were wrapped around your shoulders, while yours were resting on his torso, tracing absent-minded patterns on his toned stomach. It was a familiar situation, you both felt safe like this.

After a few moments in total silence only enjoying the soft touches and calm breaths of each other, you finally decided to speak.

“You realise they did this on purpose, right?” You asked and turned your head to meet his eyes.

He let out a breathy laugh and nodded his head. “Yeah, they’re not very subtle you know.”

“Mhmm..”

He looked at you with adoration but you could also notice the shadow of conflict in his face. You were too afraid to ask if your friends were right to do this, or what was his opinion about it all, so you settled on approaching him differently, trying not to “corner” him with your doubts and fear of dejection.

“What is it?” You asked timidly. “What are you thinking about?”

He looked down at your face again, gave you another smile and his hand came to rest on your cheek, tracing the soft skin there.

“I’m thinking about you.” He stated simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Thinking about how happy I am to be here with you.” He continued and you gave him a smile of your own after hearing his words. You were more than happy to be there or anywhere else, as long as you were with him.

“Thinking about how lucky I am to have you in my life, and now in my arms. So beautiful.”

His voice was almost a whisper as he carried on.

“I’m thinking I was so stupid to make you wait all this time and to make myself wait when you have been always in front of me. It’s like you were always the answer to my every question and I have been a fool to not realize it before. I’m thinking I should have never waited for anyone to 'set us up together’ because I have been falling in love with you from the very first moment I laid my eyes on you and I shouldn’t have wasted all this time by not telling you.”

You could only listen to him and not quite believing the words leaving his mouth. It was like you were frozen in place by his confession. And because you did nothing to stop him or interrupt him, Bucky continued pouring his heart to you.

“I’m thinking how lucky I am to have you in my life and how much you have helped me become a better man. And I’m thinking how much in love I am with you and how I have been for a very long time now.”

You gasped when he said the last words and your eyes filled with happy tears in an instant.

“And I am thinking how much I want to kiss you.” He added finally and reached out for your lips slowly, afraid to not startle you.

You stared into his ocean eyes and when your eyes flickered to his lips for a second, you started leaning closer to kiss him too, but the magic of the moment was interrupted by a loud knock on your door.

“Dinner’s ready!” You heard Wanda’s voice on the other side and Bucky groaned in annoyance.

“We’ll eat later.” He spoke up for her to listen and only when he heard the answer of agreement from her he focused on your lips again, this time closing the gap between the two of you.

His metal hand found home in the back of your head and the other one was still around your shoulders, holding you close to him. His lips were soft and sweet and everything you had wished for and his kiss was breathtaking. You poured all you had in the kiss and only when it was hard to breathe you broke it off.

He had a sweet smile on his face while you were feeling drugged on his taste and staring at his now swollen lips you pecked him once again before speaking.

“I’m thinking I’m very much in love with you too.” You talked slowly.

He laughed heartily and attacked your lips once again with the sweetest assault possible.

It was going to be a great weekend.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes imagines

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shawnssongs · 4 years

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𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 ⋄ 𝐉𝐉 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

02. 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠

It’s the first day of senior year (also we’re just going to pretend they’re all seniors in high school, the pogues and the kooks, including Rafe at Kildaire County High)

series masterlist 01.

an: sorry this chapter is kind of boring! I promise there’ll be more action in the next one :)

warnings: typos, probably wc: 1.4k ish

thanks @jjmaybankx for the moodboard!

It was finally here. The first day of senior year. JJ never cared much about school since it had never been on his list of priorities, but he always loved the first day. He’d usually spend all summer working or hanging out with his friends, so being the social butterfly that he is, he loved catching up with everyone else that he really only saw at school. Plus, at this point, he needed to catch up with his own friends as well. He felt like he hadn’t seen John B, Kie, Pope, and Sarah in months, and other than a few “hey”s here and there, he truly hadn’t.

John B was the same way. Ever since finding out what happened to his father, he’d gotten back on track with his education. His grades improved junior year, especially with the help of Sarah Cameron. John B was ready to catch up with his friends, but he was really just waiting for JJ. His best friend had been MIA all summer.

“John B!” Kiara greeted with open arms when she noticed her best friend standing next to his beaten up Volkswagen.

John B accepted the hug gladly.

Sure, JJ had been absent, but John B had also admittedly been spending more time with Sarah than with the rest of the pogues.

“Where ya been?” He asked her with a smile.

“Around,” Kiara chided, “unlike you, lover boy.”

John B chuckled at Kie when he noticed Pope approaching. They all greeted each other, catching up a bit when Pope asked where Sarah was.

John B shrugged in response. “Met a new girl. She told me she was going to show her around.”

“Sarah loves strays,” Kiara acknowledged.

“There he is!” Pope cheered, gazing behind John B and Kiara at the missing member of their group.

“Man of the hour!”

“Where have you been?” John B asked when JJ was close enough, reaching his hand out for a quick hug.

Kiara prodded. “Yeah, what have you been doing all summer?”

JJ just smiled, playing it off. “I was hanging around at the beach.”

“So were we.” Pope added.

“Guess we didn’t cross paths.” JJ shrugged.

“Or you were too busy checking out tourons to talk to your friends.” Kiara crossed her arms across her chest accusatorily.

“Nah, I did meet this one cool chick though.”

John B noticed the little twinkle in his eyes. “You mean she put out?” He asked, earning a punch in the arm from Kiara and a glare from Pope.

“Is that all you ever think about?” Sarcasm dripped through JJ’s voice. Clearly, he was the one with that reputation, not John B.

The group continues to giggle like children and tease each other as they caught up outside Kildaire County High.

Meanwhile, Sarah Cameron had been incredibly helpful to you so far. You met her just a few days ago when you found out you’d be staying in the Outer Banks instead of moving back home. She agreed to meet you early and show you around the school a bit so you wouldn’t be too lost on your first day.

“Do I look okay, Sarah?” You ask her, noticing all the students walking around in cut off shorts and crop tops. You weren’t allowed to wear just anything like that back home at your private school, so you really weren’t prepared. In a pair of linen shorts and a button up tee, you felt a bit out of place.

“Sure!”

“I’m really nervous.”

“You look terrific,” she complimented.

“So this is Kildaire County High?” The school seemed surprisingly active. It was small, and rundown, unlike your school back home, and even though your old school was large and daunting, somehow you still felt more intimidated by Kildaire County. The uncertainty was causing your nerves to run rampant.

Sarah gripped your arm to calm you. “I know it’s not much, but you’ll love it. Come on,” she smiled, “I’ll help you find your first class.”

With Sarah’s help, you managed to make it through your first couple classes of the day until it was finally time for lunch. The cafeteria looked run down and dirty, but luckily Sarah pulled you outside to meet Kiara, who she’d described as her best friend.

“Y/n, this is Kiara. Kie, this is Y/n!” Sarah introduced giddily, excited to have another friend to do girly things with like shop and do each other’s hair and makeup. The boys would partake sometimes, but it wasn’t the same. Kiara was just as stunning as Sarah, the two of them contrasting in every way. Kiara’s skin and hair both darker than Sarah’s golden complexion, the straightened strands of Sarah’s light hair next to Kiara’s curls. As beautiful as they were, somehow you didn’t feel envious. You felt content. You felt sure that these two girls were people you wanted to keep around. Back home you never got that feeling. You were always comparing yourself to the other girls, trying to be like them or dress like them because that was what was most desired. Here, with Kie and Sarah, you knew they’d accept you for you, and you weren’t afraid to be yourself, because they clearly weren’t.

“Hey!” Kiara greets, breaking you from your thoughts.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you!” You smile as she reached out for a hug.

The two girls caught up on each other’s summers a small bit of time since they’d spent most of it together. You gathered that Sarah is dating a cute surfer boy named John B, and Kiara has a thing for a studious kid named Pope. It wasn’t long before Sarah asked you how your summer in the Outer Banks had gone, and boy were you glad to tell.

“I met a boy at the beach.” You boasted, unable to hold back your smile.

The guys ate their lunch by the Volkswagen because Sarah apparently didn’t want them to scare away the new girl she’d befriended. He didn’t mind though. They had a lot of catching up to do.

“Okay, so what happened with that girl you met this summer? Stop playin’ around.” John B asked his friend sternly, not wanting anymore jokes.

“Nothing!” JJ lied, but he knew he couldn’t get away with it.

Pope rolled his eyes. “Sure, nothing.”

“Come on, you guys don’t want to hear all the horny details, right?”

The guys pestered him until he finally gave in.

“Alright! I’ll tell you.”

“Oh he was so romantic!” You gush. “And cute. Really cute.”

The girls ooh and aww as you continue your story.

“He ran by me, showing off, splashing around.”

“She swam by me and got a cramp. I saved her life, man.” JJ embellished. “She almost drowned.”

Pope and John B didn’t believe him, but they let him keep going. “Took her surfing, showed her the ropes.”

“We went strolling along the beach. We stayed out until ten o’clock.”

“We made out under the dock.”

“Then what?” Pope asked.

“We got friendly.” JJ quirked a brow, smirking at his curious friend. “Down in the sand, if you know what I mean.”

“He got friendly, and he held my hand,” you explain to the girls, recalling the memories. “He was sweet. He just turned 18.”

You pause, the girls watching you in anticipation. “It got colder. That’s where it ends. That’s when we made our true love vow.” You knew it’s sounded extreme, but you wouldn’t explain it any other way. You loved JJ Maybank, even if you only got to spend one summer with him, and losing your virginity to JJ was you vowing your love to him.

“Y’know, I told her we’d still be friends.” JJ shrugged. “I wonder what she’s doing now.” He truly did, more than the guys knew. Y/n was the best thing that had ever happened to him, and now she’s just gone, clear on the other side of the States.

“He sounds real nice.” Sarah smiled. She was a hopeless romantic, of course. She loved the story.

You agree. “He was a gentleman.”

“What was his name?” Kiara asked, sure she’d recognize any of the locals.

“JJ. JJ Maybank.”

Kiara noticed Sarah’s eyes widen and just before she was able to tell you, Kiara kicked her leg under the table.

“Maybe if you believe in miracles,” she started, “he’ll show up again, somewhere unexpected.”

“You really think so?”

“Of course!” Sarah chimed in, a bright smile adorning has face.

The six of them went back to class as the bell rung, all blissfully unaware of the events to come.

an: kinda hate this ngl... excited for the next chapter though :) thanks for reading, and please send feedback!

also, ty to now both @milaonthemoon and @storiesbymads for your spotify playlists that helped while I wrote and edited this :)

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piracytheorist · 3 years

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Blog Tag

Tagged by the sweetest @kwistowee!

1. Why did you choose your url? Finally, I can answer this with more confidence! See what a blog name change can do? Anyway, it’s obviously a pun, from the term conspiracy theorist; I’m not one for conspiracies, but I love pirates, and I also love the idea behind making your own anarchist community, so it’s that. “Theorizing” about pirate communities and how they could stand. I mean, that’s not what I actually do here, but it’s a reflection of my own thoughts.

2. Any side blogs? Most are inactive. I have a whump blog (enter at your own risk - I’m serious) @justsomewhump, a OUAT out of context blog @outofcontextonceuponatime, a Monkey Island-centered blog @you-fight-like-a-cow, and my old ouat sideblog @andheyfordavyjones, where I’ve mostly migrated from and never post.

3. How long have you been on Tumblr? I joined on late summer of 2014, though I started posting on a steady rhythm a few months after that.

4. Do you have a queue tag? “a pirate’s queue for me”! Arrr, matey!

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place? At the very beginning, it was to look around for OUAT meta, make silly OUAT memes and talk in length about Killian Jones’ costumes and stuff. It developed into me writing actually serious meta on the show, and slowly dipping my toes into GIF making.

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp? I love Douxie, and I love Archie, and it’s a sweet moment between wizard and dragon-cat familiar and it’s a comforting hug. If you asked me last year when I put it on, if I’d thought I’d still have it now I doubt I would’ve said yes, but things still suck, I’m still in need of a hug so it’s comforting to look at! ... Heh.

7. Why did you choose your header? I love KnightRook. This moment where Killian holds his baby daughter and sings to her is the top Killian Jones moment for me (for feels alone the “Don’t you know, Emma? It’s you” scene is a tie), and even though OUAT is well over and my blog is mostly centered on Colin O’Donoghue stuff, and he has moved on from the show too, it’s just a BIG moment for me and I don’t currently have the heart to take it off my header. Plus I’m never creative with headers, and this has been very fitting since the time I put it on, so it’s an easy choice to stay at.

8. What’s your post with the most notes? By far this edit of Pantalaimon from the BBC His Dark Materials series. It’s got nearly twice the notes than any other post of mine, and I just find it funny how it just sticks out like that.

9. How many mutuals do you have? I... actually had to look on my “following” list to count them. It’s around 16, though there’s also a few that I’m a mutual with “in spirit”, as in, I can’t really follow their blogs because of the content they post, but in my heart we’re mutuals.

10. How many followers do you have? 1494. It’ll take a bit up and down until I reach 1.5k for sure, though!

11. How many people do you follow? 94. 26 are inactive or near-inactive, and 7 are my own sideblogs, so my dash is pretty quiet - as I want it.

12. How often do you use Tumblr each day? I’ve tried to limit my time on Tumblr. Deleting the app from my phone has definitely helped. I’d say I spend at most 2 hours in total every day, though most of the time less than an hour total.

13. Did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? ... Yes. It got so bad that the other person blocked me, and I soft-blocked them back. But luckily it all stayed private and afaik no-one else actually realized how bad things had gotten between us, and I don’t wish to disclose any names and situations.

14. How do you feel about “you need to reblog this” posts? I don’t need to reblog anything. This is a place for fun and escape from harsh reality, not guilt-tripping and moral judgement. There’s enough of that in the harsh reality we come here to escape from.

15. Do you like tag games? I love them! I usually fail at bringing an interesting result, but I love playing nevertheless XD

16. Do you like ask games? Yes! Tag me in all of them, please!

17. Which of your mutuals do you think is Tumblr famous? I know that if you type in the search bar the name of a certain film Colin has been in, gοοgle suggests a question people often ask about it, and @killian-whump‘s post answering that very question pops up first in the results, so I’d say she’s Tumblr famous, whether she likes it or not.

18. Do you have a crush on a mutual? Listen bro I’m aromantic asexual I couldn’t even begin to realize what having a crush is like, last time I had one it took me a solid month to realize I was actually crushing on a guy, for all I know I could be in love with someone and dismiss it as simply enjoying that person’s company, anyway feelings are weird but short answer is no.

Tagging @carpedzem, @jollysailorswan, @chronicroc, @priscilla9993, @theonceoverthinker, @ankewehner, @justanother-unluckysoul and if you wanna do it yourself, do it and say I tagged you because I AM. RIGHT NOW. I’M TAGGING YOU. DO IT. DO IT. DO IT.

#pt speaks #tag game

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queenxxxsupreme · 4 years

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bb what about dad!geralt dealing with a very cheeky and curious little girl?? like 3 or 4 and she just wants to explore and help out with things and she can't help wandering off sometimes lr getting into things she shouldn't and it just gives him a heart attack every time he realizes what she's gotten into (bonus points if it's at the keep with the other wolves, who just can't get enough of her (they'd be the best uncles tbh))

A/N: I CANT GET ENOUGH OF DAD!GERALT thank you for coming to my ted talk. Add yourself to my taglist here.

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You had only been gone for two days on a trip to Temeria to see your parents and already Geralt was ready to feed himself to a forktail. You would’ve taken the White Wolf and your daughter with you, but being that she was just four years old and the journey was long, you left her with her father at the keep in Kaer Morhen.

Vesemir was in the courtyard, sharpening his swords. The door to the castle burst open and out came Lambert, his heart beating heavily in his chest and his eyes wide.

“What’s troubling you, wolf?” Vesemir brought his eyes back down to the sword across his lap.

“Have you seen Geralt?” Lambert went to a barrel and looked inside then looked behind it.

“He’s watching Lana in the keep.”

“He was. But he lost her.”

“What?” Vesemir took his attention away from his swords.

He was playing hide and seek with her and when he looked away, the little monster had plenty time to run off wherever she wanted.”

The old witcher sighed, standing to his feet and sheathing the swords on his back.

“How long has she been missing?” He walked alongside Lambert as they both went into the keep.

“I told you not to tell him, Lambert!” Geralt’s voice echoed off of the high walls.

“You lost the child, Geralt?”

“Everything is fine, Vesemir.” The White Wolf assured him. “She’s around here somewhere.”

“That’s assuming she hasn’t found some exit.”

“She’s a fast little snot.” Lambert muttered as he moved to check a chest. Lana had a bad habit of hiding in anything she could fit into. “Probably halfway to Ard Carraigh by now.”

“Not funny, Lambert.” Geralt muttered. His troublesome daughter was too much like him.

“How long have you been looking for her?” Vesemir looked to Geralt.

“Nearly twenty minutes.” Lambert answered, earning a glare from his brother.

“You can hunt a cockatrice for miles but you can’t even find a little girl in the keep?”

“You try finding her.” Geralt muttered.

“No wonder she talks back so much.” Vesemir shook his head. “Come on. She’s gotta be around here somewhere.”

***

Eskel came down the spiral staircase with Lana on his hip. She was chatting away, content with talking even if there was no point to her story. Eskel was listening to her, nodding his head and trying to piece what she was saying together. She was terrible with losing track of one subject to jump to another.

“Eskel! You bastard!” Lambert exclaimed.

“Watch your mouth around her, Lambert.” Eskel scolded him.

“How long have you had her?”

“She came up the stairs to the tower a little bit ago. Passed my room. The door was open so she wandered in.”

“Hey, little monster.” Lambert moved towards them. “You had us running all over this place looking for you.”

“Who?” Lana messed with Eskel’s medallion.

“Me and your old man and Papa Vesemir.” Lambert held his hands out for her but Eskel turned away, wanting to keep her. “Eskel, that’s not fair! What if she wants to come to me? Do you wanna come to Uncle Lambert, kid?”

“No.” She giggled, looking at Lambert and then tucking her head into Eskle’s chest just beneath his chin.

“Asshole.” Lambert muttered under his breath, swatting his hand in her direction as he turned away.

“Where’s Geralt and Vesemir?” Eskel moved to sit at a table with Lambert. Lana climbed down from his lap and moved around the table to sit next to Lambert.

“Still looking for her.” Lambert leaned against the table on his elbows, turning his head to the side to look at Lana. She looked up at him and giggled, hazel eyes watching him closely. “What do you want?”

“Bastard!” She brushed her messy white hair out of her face. It was hard to keep her unruly locks tied back.

Eskel’s eyes widened as he looked at Lambert, who was chuckling.

“That’s my girl.”

“No, Lambert! That’s not what you say when a child curses.”

“Oh, relax, Eskel. How old were you when you said your first cuss word?”

“This isn’t her first cuss word, Lambert.” Eskel reminded him.

“Right.” Lambert looked back at Lana. The little girl looked between the two witchers, watching them closely. “What are you plotting, little devil?”

She said nothing at first, a sly grin coming to her face. She very slowly slipped down from the bench and then hit Lambert’s arm.

“Tag! You’re it!”

The witchers watched her run across the room and disappear through the two doors that would take her to the courtyard.

Lambert shook his head, running a hand over his face.

“Better go get her.” Eskel rose to his feet. “You know she won’t stop running until you catch her. Remember that time Geralt chased her half way down the mountain?”

“She’s a fast thing, I’ll give her that much.”

Lana kept looking over her shoulder, giggling and laughing, waiting to see her uncle running after her. She wasn’t really watching where she was going. One of the walls in the courtyard had fallen down decades ago. The wall was there to protect young witchers from falling off a six foot ledge. Lana didn’t see the ledge and kept running.

Luckily, Geralt was there right in time to snatch her up into his arms before she could reach the drop off. A high-pitched, joyous squeal escaped the girl’s mouth.

“Daddy!”

“Where have you been, little dove?” He asked her, propping her on his hip. He brushed her hair behind her ears so she could see better.

“The bastard’s after me! He’s after me, daddy!” Lana exclaimed, tugging and pulling on Geralt’s clothes. “Shoulders, daddy! Shoulders!”

Geralt helped her into position, resting her atop his broad shoulders.

“Hey, look! You found her!” Lambert clapped his hands as he approached the two.

“Is this the bastard, little dove?” Geralt rubbed her leg that dangled over his shoulder.

“Yeah, daddy! He’s the bastard!”

“Learned that from me.” Lambert smiled proudly.

“Go find Vesemir. Tell him I��ve got Lana.”

Lambert nodded his head and left.

Lana yawned, stretching her arms.

“Are you tired, little dove?”

“Mmmm. No!” She jolted a little, jumping on his shoulders.

Geralt knew she’d fall asleep soon. She was bound to be ready for a nap. So he took a stroll around the courtyard, listening to his little girl’s heartbeat.

A few minutes later, Lana’s cheek rested against the top of his head and her eyes were fluttering shut.

Geralt took her into the keep, wanting to get her into bed.

“Wore herself out.” Eskel chuckled softly.

“Hopefully, she’ll sleep for a little bit. Help me out, would you?” Geralt turned his back to his brother. Eskel carefully took Lana down from Geralt’s shoulders and then allowed him to take her.

“If she says anything she shouldn’t, just know it wasn’t my fault. It was Lambert.”

“Did she call you a bastard too?” Geralt sighed, fixing his hold on Lana so that her legs were around his torso and her head was against his collarbone.

“No, but she called Lambert that. Fits him, in my opinion. See you after her nap.”

Eskel parted ways with Geralt, allowing the White Wolf to go up the tower to his room. There, he laid Lana down in the bed and covered her up. He then sat on the edge of the bed, running a hand over his face.

“Daddy?” Lana’s voice was quiet and sleepy.

“Right here, little dove.” He looked over his shoulder to her.

“I miss mommy.”

“I do too.” He smiled softly. “She’ll be back soon.”

“Will you tell me about how you and her met?”

“Again?” Geralt teased, knowing the girl loved to hear the story. He’d probably told her a thousand times by now.

“Again!”

“Okay.” He laid back on the bed next to her, allowing Lana to curl up next to him.

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cecilsstorycorner · 3 years

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30 Questions Tag Game

Thanks @teriwrites for the tag! I’m all cooped up on a mountain alone so it was nice to have something to do lol

rules: answer 30 questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better

Name/nickname: Cecil

Gender: No (agender)

Star sign: Pisces

Height: 5’10”

Time: 8:39 am (an anomaly, everyone got up real early to head out and I got swept up in it)

Birthday: March 13th

Favourite bands: The Crane Wives, The Tiny, Bitter Ruin, Charming Disaster

Favourite solo artists: April Smith, Radical Face, Shayfer James

Song stuck in my head: Ways to Love - Jason Webley

Last movie: Oh gods it was Twilight. For context I was feeling down and my mum went ‘hey you know what cheers you up- making fun of bad movies with someone’ and she was right

Last show: Superstore (my family’s been watching it after dinner while we all do our separate work things. It’s not bad actually, very therapeutic if you’ve ever worked retail or even any customer service job)

When did I make this blog: Sometime around November or December I think??

What I post: My own art/writing nonsense, occasional thoughts no one wants to hear

Last thing I googled: schlaflied die ärzte (I’m trying to get better at my pronunciation through songs and this one is simplistic enough and also just very fun)

Other blogs: Mostly just my main @dontdropthejam, I have a bunch others but they’re not really used anymore

Do I get asks? Sometimes! Mostly for ask games. I quite like them though! (I know so unique)

Why I chose my URL: My typical handle for art and stuff is cecilstrinketbox, but since I’d already used that to make a now abandoned art blog here, I made a version more fitting to writing! Plus I literally ran a story time at my old job for a while so it felt appropriate

Following: 504

Followers: 150 (which is insane and I’m very grateful so many people wanna see my nonsense)

20. Average hours of sleep: From 5-11, depending. It’s never enough I am so tired

21. Lucky number: 13, but not because I’m trying to be ✨quirky✨ or something, it’s just that my 13th birthday was on Friday 13th on the 3rd month at 3am and I think that’s very sexy of me. Also 42 because I grew up with a nerd dad and it rubbed off on me

22. Instruments: Basic ukulele, by-ear fingerpicking/single key guitar and piano. I like to pick out songs on the guitar and sing alone. It’s rarely in my range but that’s okay I do it only when no ones home

23. What I’m wearing rn: Pyjamas and a big cozy blanket sweater thing. I’m a warm lump and I love it

24. Dream trip: I guess like... Germany or some Scandinavian country or something? For both personal background reasons and because I really wanna learn more about the folklore there. I also wanna go back to Scotland but I’m planning to live there so that’s less a dream trip and more a hopeful future plan

25. Favourite food: It’s more a meal than individual food, but sometimes on special occasions my family makes this Sunday roast with roast potatoes and the best Yorkshire Puddings you’ll ever taste. But it takes a full day to make so its a rarity. Luckily my dad knows how to make cheaper ingredients taste fantastic though so if we clear a day in advance it’s not too tricky to set up from that side

26. Nationality: British/German and living in Canada atm

27. Favourite song: Holy Branches by Radical Face

28. Last book I read: I just started A Conspiracy of Truths by Alexandra Rowland and I’m very excited to actually get back into reading again!

29. Top three fictional universes: Ooh I’m not really a worldbuilding person but probably 1. My friend’s dnd world (she’s making a whole source book for it it’s incredible I fear and respect her so much), 2. the alternative world that Bly Manor takes place in (I know this is a stretch but I just really like their ghost rules), 3. Whatever Spirited Away’s got going on

30. Favourite colour: Depends on my mood tbh. Sometimes a really soft blue, sometimes a deep warm purple, sometimes heavy forest green, and so on

I am absolutely not tagging 20 people oh gods. This isn’t a writing thing so I don’t really know who to tag even more than usual, so I’ll try @little-boats-on-a-lake and @chayscribbles if you want to, plus anyone else who’s as bored as me!

#tag game #danke!#sorry about the format change the readmore messed with stuff #yes i know i should already been reading but folks i have so much to do and i Cannot focus when im aware of that fact

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cline564 · 4 years

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Women of ABC News 'Lean In,' Share the Best Career Advice Ever Received

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thedeviltohisangel · 5 years

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He’s A God, He’s A Man: 12

I’ve got her forever.

masterlist is my url/writing.

It was difficult for Lydia to sneak away from Tommy after the events with the car. Luckily, she had had the help of Polly. Polly was beginning to get nervous for the safety of Ada and her unborn child if she kept down the path of trusting Freddie and not looking out for herself first and foremost. Which is why Polly had slipped Lydia a piece of information. The address of Stanley Chapman.

“I could use this for a bargain perhaps,” Lydia murmured around her teacup of whisky. She thinks that is what Polly was getting at but she wanted to make sure before she went to pass it along.

“I think that is what any woman with a head on her shoulders would do,” Polly hummed in agreement. So it was settled. Polly created a crisis at the betting shop big enough to pull Tommy from his current role of nurse to Lydia, then she quietly slipped away to meet with Campbell.

“Your message said you have an address for me,” Campbell stated without any warmth behind his voice as he watched Lydia appear in the statue hall.

“The address of Stanley Chapman.” Lydia pulled the piece of paper from her purse and handed it to the Inspector. He merely looked at it.

“I asked for Freddie Thorne.”

“This is instead of Freddie Thorne.” Campbell rolled his eyes and walked ahead of her by a few steps.

“No deal.”

“He’s a bigger fish than Freddie. He has cash on him right this moment that is a gift from the Russian Government.” That got his attention. Lydia leaned into. “If he talks, you’ll have proof.”

“Have you dirtied yourself so much in Tommy Shelby’s sheets that you are now risking yourself to protect that nasty family?” Campbell reached for the paper but Lydia quickly pulled it back from his reach.

“You let Ada and Freddie leave the city.”

“Very well.” Lydia let him grab the paper. “You should know, Miss Wilson, that Mr. Churchill is getting quite impatient. If the guns take any longer to materialize, then I fear I may be replaced. And my replacement may not be as amenable to your requests.” She held his stare unwavering.

“And you say this for my sake?” She felt safe in Birmingham now. She knew what Tommy and his family were capable. If she lost the protection of Campbell, Tommy would protect her better than he ever could anyways.

“I would do things that would shame the devil on my last day. Starting by making sure that scum lover of yours has his head stoved in with a shovel or mallet. His sister and her unborn child wouldn’t be spared. I’d spare the littlest one. Shove him into an adult prison where men have an appetite for little boys like him. Don’t make it so my decision comes before yours,” he finished. Lydia tightened her hand around the handle of the pistol in her purse but didn’t pull it out.

“Need I remind you, Mr. Campbell, how far over even Winston Churchill’s head my stepfather can go?” she whispered back menacingly. He merely held her gaze until she got sick of looking at him, Lydia turning around and holding her head high as she left the scene. Polly would handle delivering the news of the deal to Ada and Freddie along with the funds for them to take a train out of Birmingham and far, far away. If she could leverage this horrid deal with Campbell to the benefit of her newfound family, then that is what she was going to do.

----

“Gentleman and my lady,” Tommy said with a nod and smile in the direction of Lydia, “I have in my hand the first legal betting license for the Shelby family.” He offered the crowd one of his most genuine smiles as they erupted into cheers and applause. Lydia giggled against his lips as he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a happy, celebratory kiss.

“You’re a real business, Thomas,” she whispered with a smile. They pulled their faces away but kept their bodies close. “Congratulations.” She hadn’t been there physically every step of the way but she had always been in the back of Tommy’s mind. He was always working to honor her memory in some way. Honor the sacrifice he thought she had made at the hospital in France.

“A man deserving of meeting your mother?” Lydia looked at him quizzically.

“Where did that come from?”

“Turning parts of the business legitimate, it’s not for me. It’s for you. It’s for us. I know this isn’t the world you grew up in. Probably isn’t the world you imagined yourself living in but I want to change that if I can. Make my life a place you feel like you belong. Make my company feel like something you can support and be a part of.” Tommy knew having one piece of his business being honest did not make him an honest man. But it was a step in that direction. He didn’t want his future with Lydia to have to operate underground. She deserved to be able to stand proudly in the light.

“Oh, Tommy, I am sorry if I ever made you feel like you needed to change in order for me to be proud of you or to show you off.” If only she had known he was harboring these feelings about not being adequate enough to meet her family and take a place officially in her life. She would have quelled those fears instantly.

“When I reach the top of the mountain, I want you standing there beside me.”

“There is no place I would rather be.” They sealed their promise with a kiss.

----

“Arthur these cigarettes smell like they’ve gone rotten in transit,” Lydia said as her face scrunched up at the odor. “They have bite marks too like rats have gotten to them.” She carried the box she had opened over to the bar where the newest owner of The Garrison sat looking through papers.

“All the wharves have rats,” he replied simply.

“Can we find a better way to transit our products then? So we can spend money on better quality items?” Arthur didn’t answer her, just continuing to tap against the paper. “Tommy mentioned taking more of the business legal. Starting small, here in The Garrison, seems like a good plan.”

“Tommy also doesn’t want you involved in the operations of the Shelby family that aren’t legal so keep your questions about the cigarettes to yourself.” Lydia rolled her eyes in frustration. Of course Tommy was now spreading his over protective nature to his brothers. He was creating a shield around her that she did not ask for.

“I just want to help where I can. Not feel like dead weight around here.” Ever since she was old enough to, Lydia had been striving for independence. She worked when she didn’t have to. Abandoned the comforts of the posh, upper class life that had been offered to her and forged a path on her own. Tommy Shelby was not going to be an obstacle in her way.

“If you want to help, you can check my adding up.” Arthur turned the papers towards her. “He doesn’t do it because he wants to stifle you but because he wants to protect you. Tommy doesn’t know any other way.” Lydia’s hand paused where she was correcting one of Arthur’s mathematical errors.

“He doesn’t obey the law but he has rules. Tommy is a very precise man who doesn’t do anything by accident.” Lydia turned the paper back to Arthur and grabbed a bottle of whisky from behind the bar and two glasses, one for her and one for Arthur.

“Tommy is the reason for our family’s success. I fight him once in awhile but without him, we wouldn’t all be together.” Lydia thought about the future her and Tommy had planned for themselves back in France. How they would buy a house in the countryside. Plenty of grass and rolling hills for the horses Tommy was going to train. Plenty of room for her to have a flower garden and some vegetables. They’d have little ones running between their legs. Desperate to help weed or ride horses or go exploring with the dogs. She hopes there was still a life out there for her that resembled such a dream.

“He shoulders all of it. I just want to share in that burden with him. Be a true partner.” Both of them drained their glasses in one gulp.

“If he lets you, you’ll be the luckiest person in the world.”

“And why is that?”

“Because Tommy doesn’t let anyone in. He’s tougher to crack than No Man’s Land. You’d have the keys to the kingdom.” She thought about what he said for the moment.

“Do you trust me to protect him?” she asked. So much was made about Tommy protecting her but she was just as protective of him.

“You can hold your whisky so that’s a good sign.” Lydia smiled at him, grateful for at least that. “You know I love you like a sister, Lydia, but Tommy is my blood. I will always have one eye looking out for him.” It was his polite way of saying that he would never fully trust her. That Tommy would always take precedent and he would always be watching to make sure she stayed in line.

“I can respect that,” she said as she refilled their glasses and clinked them together.

“Was my math correct?” Arthur asked as he finally returned his attention to the paper she had given back to him.

“It is now that I’ve redone it,” she giggled. Arthur just shook his head with a smile.

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After the ups and downs of the past few days, Lydia felt like she needed to center herself. She had been forced to make religion a big part of her life when she was younger, her belief fading a bit as she spent time on the battlefield in France. But something inside of her was telling her to light a candle and say a prayer. That remembering the lighter parts of her past and reconnecting with her spirituality would do her good in this new and confusing world she found herself living in. She found her mother’s prayer veil tucked in a drawer of her flat and made her way to the church down the street. At first Lydia had been nervous she would now know what to say. That it had been so long she had forgotten how to do it. But the thoughts wouldn’t stop coming once she let the first one out. She started by praying that her mother was okay. That she would forgive Lydia for leaving for England. She prayed for Thomas. That he would be protected as he embarked on his war against Kimber. She didn’t pray for victory, only his well being once it was all said and done. Finally, she prayed for herself. That she would be able to entangle herself from the web of Campbell. That there was a happy future for her no matter who was in it. That would day she would feel fulfilled.

“Arthur said you’ve been asking questions.” The serenity of the church was interrupted as Tommy came strolling in.

“I was just trying to help,” she replied with a defeated sigh. “You’re wasting money on product that is being destroyed before you have the chance to sell it.” Tommy scoffed.

“And what do you know about running a business?”

“Nothing. I’m just a barmaid.” She stood and turned to face him. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her in her veil. The lace was dainty as it draped across her face, the shadows and light of the candles flickering across her cheeks. She looked like the angel he already knew she was. He had dreamt about her in the veil of a bride before. This felt like the forbidden fruit being dangled in front of him.

“I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you about the future of your employment at The Garrison. I’m firing you.”

“Thomas-” He held up a hand to stop her.

“This came in the mail for you today.” In the top corner was the Bellevue Hospital School of Nursing. Her name was on the front. She had a feeling what it was before she opened it, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes.

“What did you do?” she warbled as she finally slid the paper from the envelope. She read just enough to see that she had been accepted into their nursing program.

“I sent in your application. Paid your first year up front. You don’t belong here as a barmaid in a rundown pub. You belong somewhere you can save lives. Do what it is you’ve always wanted. I won’t let myself be the reason you hold yourself back.” He had been thinking about this ever since the incident at Kimber’s house. Lydia was so much more than that. Deserved so much more than him and this life. He’d force her out if he had to.

“Tommy I don’t know how I ended up finding you in France, how I ended up finding you again here, but I know I am meant to be with you. This school is all the way in New York-”

“I know. I’ve booked your passage on a ship.” She shook her head.

“I can’t go. Not knowing what I’m leaving behind.” Lydia stepped closer to him, Tommy reaching up to wipe the tears from under her eyes.

“You have to. You have to get out of here. Away from me and my business. It’s safer that way. You’ll be happier.”

“I can’t accept this. Not unless you come with me.” She thinks that would be a fair compromise. Tommy would get his wish of her pursuing nursing school, getting out of Birmingham and she would get her wish of Tommy by her side forever. “You can meet my family like we’ve been talking about. See Lady Liberty, the Empire State Building. We can travel to Boston and see all the sights of America.”

“You would want me to go with you? I can’t leave the business.”

“It’ll only be for two years. Until I graduate. You can make the trip back a few times during then. Trust Polly and John and Arthur to keep everything in line. You could use a breath of fresh air. We can be happy and safe in New York. Together.” He looked at her wide eyes that were full of love and hope.

“Heads, I go. Tails, I stay.”

“You’re trusting this decision to a coin?”

“It’s what I’ve done my whole life. I won’t change now.” He released her waist and pulled a coin from his pocket. “Whichever it is, I love you.” Lydia frantically pulled him in for a kiss, trying not to think about how the coin his end would decided if this was their last kiss or not. She held her breath as he flicked it into the air.

@flecksphoenix @girl-w-a-quill @odetostep @itsilvermorny @shadow-of-wonder @lemmyjelly @blues022

#tommy shelby #thomas shelby #cillian murphy #peaky blinders #tommy shelby fanfiction #thomas shelby fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfiction

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Sugar Stories: Logan’s History

I finally began writing for this AU! I wrote this all today, and had a whole lot of fun with it. I hope you enjoy!

(I had to do this on mobile cause my computer is being annoying, which sucks)

you ate our chocolate castle

and when you’re done you left to search for new delicacy

you shred my heart

however I am not angry at all cause im chocological

(chocological - mili)

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Logan Fudgeroot.

Logan Fudgeroot was a curious, kind young boy of 12 years of age. He was the prince of the planet Sugar, and lived in a glorious castle made of pure magic and confections.

At least, he would be soon.

You see, the king and queen of this world had passed about three years ago. They were both very sick, and Logan was their only son. They couldn’t possibly ask a child to rule an entire planet on his own. The idea was absurd.

So they had Logan stay with caretakers after they passed. Distant relatives that the young boy barely knew. They certainly weren’t the nicest of people, but Logan didn’t know where else he could possibly go.

Luckily for him, his new family had kept many of his parents possessions. Including their books.

Logan’s parents had been very talented magic users, and had been friends with many more. There were tomes full of magical knowledge in these books. Logan managed to smuggle them away into his own collection, and studied them as often as he could.

Logan was a very intelligent young boy. He learned very quickly, and had the patience and determination that he needed to be able to learn how to use magic. It did not take him very long to become proficient.

One day, Logan decided that it was time for him to leave. In the middle of the night, Logan moved as many of his things as he could into a small wagon, and fled from the town he had been living in. He headed towards the only other place that he had ever been; his parent’s castle.

Logan made his way through the woods, in a long journey that took him about a week. The woods were full of friendly fairies and animals, that helped the young prince on his journey.

When Logan reached former home, he was sad to see the state it was in. Without his parents magic here to keep it together, the magical building was in ruins. It wasn’t much of a home anymore. But, Logan stayed there anyway. There were still so many salvageable objects and rooms. Surely it could be repaired.

So, with his new magical abilities, that is what Logan set out to do. He created pets and friends made out of magic that could assist him, and began the creation of his new home.

The first room created was a magical candy lab, where he would create all of the ingredients he needed to build this delicious dwelling! Logan began to create walls of marbled chocolate, honey cracker floors, sponge cake furniture... whatever his heart desired.

Logan was alone. Magic beings of his creation weren’t sentient enough to be considered people. He wished that his parents were there to help him, but he was still happy. Lonely, but content.

It had been a long time since he had began rebuilding his castle, but it was nearly complete. Logan stood in the middle of a long hall, a content smile on his face. He was so excited, and had put on his loveliest outfit for the occasion.

Logan turned as glimmering gummy bears hurried past him, carrying stacks of books in their arms. They were heading towards the final room to be completed.

The library.

The library was something extra special. It was built right at the central of the castle, with high ceilings, big candy glaze windows, and fancy dark chocolate shelves. Logan was very proud of what he had done with the once dingy library. It was a huge improvement.

It was very exciting to finally have somewhere fit to keep his parent’s books, and all of the other books left in the old library. Logan would be spending a lot of time there.

Logan giggled as the bears ran down the hall, turning a corner. Just as he was about to sprint after them, something caught his attention.

The front door to the castle, just at the end of the hall behind Logan, swung open. Someone wearing a brown cloak stumbled inside, and Logan froze. He couldn’t be sure that they were trustworthy, and this was the first time he had seen an outsider in years...

Logan slowly approached the person, who seemed to be catching their breath. They froze when Logan approached, and started backing away.

“Wait, no!” Logan frowned, holding his arms out. “Don’t be scared. Who are you? How did you get here?”

The person slowly looked up at Logan, pulling back the hood to their robe. “I... I’m Juno. Juno.. Candygram. I was just... I got lost.” They whispered, eyes locked on Logan.

Now, Logan was a smart boy, but he was still incredibly lonely. “Oh? Well... you’re welcome to stay here if you need to. Or I could help you find your way home...”

“Would.. would it be okay if I stayed here?” Juno asked, frowning as they started to look around. “Wow, this place is... big. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s beautiful.”

Logan smiled, feeling his face flush. “Oh? Thank you, I... do you need anything? Are you hungry?”

Juno started to walk closer to Logan, eyes moving around the room. “Can you show me around? Do you live here with your parents?”

As Juno got closer, Logan could tell that they were.. pretty small. Human, and probably around the same age that he was.

“No, I’m pretty alone. I have pets and magic helpers, but...”

Juno nodded, grinning and taking him by the arm. “Could you show me around then? I didn’t get a good look from the outside, but I could tell this place is massive!”

“O-Oh, okay!” Logan, distracted by Juno’s grin, let them drag him around the place. Then he got excited, realizing that he finally had a friend! The first human friend that he had ever had. He needed to show the home he had built to Juno!

And so, Juno began living with Logan. There was plenty of space in the castle, and Logan was just thrilled to have them there.

They celebrated the completion of the castle together, in Logan’s library. They drank pomegranate tea and snacked over some leftover sweets from the castle’s construction. Juno even had some suggestions on things Logan could add to the castle. A slide from the roof into the lake didn’t seem safe, but Logan was sure he could make it work.

They began spending almost all of their time together. Logan was very intrigued by Juno, and asked a lot of questions, but it became clear very quickly that Juno wanted to keep themselves a mystery. Logan didn’t really mind; he wasn’t much of a talker either.

The two of them stayed together for months. They were best friends. And things were perfect.

Late one night, Logan was woken up by one of his magic helpers. They smacked him with their little jelly arms until he shot up in bed. Logan’s head swivelled around, trying to figure out what was wrong.

That’s when he smelled smoke.

Logan stumbled out of bed, trying to wake himself up. He was shaking, and confused. Juno wasn’t in their bed, were they okay? He ran out of the room, led by the gummy that had woken him up.

Logan was led to the source of the smoke, and he could of dropped to the ground sobbing just looking at it. His library. His parents library. It was covered in flames. The bookshelves were melted, and the books were either charred or covered in the melted remains of the room.

Logan held his hands out in front of him, as he began casting spells. He knew small water summoning spells, and one that could put out small fires, but he had not prepared for something like this. It took him a long time before the fire was finally out.

Logan was exhausted, and a little dizzy from breathing in so much smoke. But the only thing on his mind now was Juno. Where were they? Were they okay? He spent the rest of the night searching the castle. But Juno was just.. gone.

They had left the castle, and just never came back. Logan didn’t try to follow them, as he had absolutely no clue where they could have gone.

Logan’s heartbreak only worsened when he began trying to salvage books from the library. That’s when he realized that a chunk of his collection were missing.

The books his parents had written were gone. There was no trace of them. Logan didn’t want to believe that Juno could have taken them, but it was the only logical conclusion.

Logan put off reconstruction of the library in order to build a fence. A magic fence surrounding his castle, to keep others from finding him. He just couldn’t risk that happening again.

Logan also decided that he couldn’t risk going outside of the castle, so he locked up for good. His magic servants could bring him any food from outside that he needed, so there was no need to leave.

In Logan’s eyes, the outside world was not to be trusted. He had everything that he needed right where he was, so it was not worth the risk to ever leave. He knows very little of the outside world that he is meant to rule, and feels that is for the best.

Besides, they’re probably doing fine without them.

And somewhere on the border of the shrinking forest this magic castle is contained in, we see bright lights, smoky fields, and the smile of a man dressed in white.

The End

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#sugar! logan #logan sanders #sugar stories #writing #backstory #juno candygram

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✧･ﾟ: * ( park jiwon , cis female , she / her ) have you seen violet hwang around ? i hear the twenty-one year old is working as an art director . did you know they have 97 love alarm points ? if they ever want to be truly loved someday they should ease up on being temperamental & enigmatic . at least you can say they’re disarming & convivial, too. / love alarm blocked

hello ! im xan and ur watching d*sney channel ... just kidding we do NOT support big corporations who just wanna take ur money 😔 im 22 , from the est timezone ( even though my sleeping schedule ... does not reflect that sjbdwjkbdjdw ) & i go by she / her pronouns ! im gonna be honest this intro is gonna be completely winged so buckle up .... and meet violet 😋

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ quick stats + aesthetics !

full name: violet hwang.

nickname(s): vee, vivi.

zodiac: tba....

sexuality: bisexual.

birthplace: manhattan, new york.

current residence: toronto, canada.

aesthetics: maraschino cherries at the bottom of a glass, driving with the windows down at night, unanswered text messages, black nail polish, the sound of rain hitting the windowpane, kissing and not telling, smiles that don’t quite reach the eyes.

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ backstory !

was born and raised in nyc baby ! she’s a true city girl, grew up in lower manhattan ( the financial district if u wanna get specific ) to a family with lots of $$$$ thanks to her father’s position as a ceo of an investment bank located on wall street

life was pretty smooth until she was 17 and her father got arrested for embezzlement and fraud </3 it was actually a huge scandal for the investment bank he worked for because it was a whole group of higher ups who had been in on these crimes. basically a bunch of already rich men trying to get richer ... disgusting ik /:

her life changed pretty drastically after that ! the hwang name was all over the news, their family was pretty much disgraced by high society in nyc, not a very fun time for anyone but especially not for violet’s mom

after her dad got arrested violet was uhh high key furious with him for ruining their lives with his greed and she wanted nothing to do with him, but her mom couldnt let go. she was still defending him, spending the money they had left on lawyers which included the money the family had set aside for violet’s trust fund that she would have had access to once she was 18 </3

so her plans for college changed pretty drastically JSDBJWBDJW ( goodbye ivy league education ) she actually ended up getting into the university of toronto for visual studies on an academic scholarship

so she made the big move all on her own....moved into a tiny dorm...and vowed to reinvent herself. she didnt wanna be labeled as the daughter of a white collar criminal anymore so she just made it a point not to talk to much abt her past to anyone

her struggles as someone who grew up with $$$$ turning into a broke college student made for some embarrassing but funny moments <3 luckily though everyone else had their own struggles so no one found it suspicious JSBDJWBDJ

when love alarm launched three years ago, violet had just started college so it was really the Big thing anyone and everyone was talking about. since she’d never been a fan of other dating apps, she wasn’t gonna download it but her roommate at the time convinced her ! at first it was fun, just something she didnt take too seriously

fast forward to graduation and she’s snagged a job as an art director for a little local museum, doing freelance art directing on the side to help pay the bills. low and behold one day a photographer hires her to be the art director to a shoot they’re doing for a badge club member who was in a very high profile and public relationship at the time

violet ended up working with that photographer and badge club member a handful of times, enough for her to catch fee-🤢 catch feelin-🤢 i cant even say it .. she’d never rung anyone’s love alarm before, so of course her first time had to be with someone who was already taken </3 safe to say she ... freaked out

she was embarrassed above all else, but also heartbroken bc in her head like ... why would someone who literally is part of an exclusive club based on ppl ringing their love alarm care that she rung theirs ? she didnt think it’d be a big deal to them the way it was to her ( but also didn’t stick around long enough to find out jsxbsjbdjw )

when she was offered the block she didn’t hesitate to use it figuring it’s better if no one knows her romantic feelings ever again like that /: she’d delete the app but a part of her still likes knowing there are ppl out there who DO like her like that so ... Rip truly

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ personality + tidbits !

she comes across as ... kind of a bitch SDJBJWBJWBDW it’s truly not on purpose she just has a pretty serious resting expression most of the time ( so she looks mad or annoyed even when she isn’t ) and she’s pretty difficult to get to know ? not to mention the fact that no one has ever witnessed her ring someone’s love alarm .. so all that combined just makes it easy to assume she’s some sort of ice queen when that’s far from the truth /:

violet really isn’t one to open up too deep to people, but that’s got a lot to do with the past she’s kind of running away from ! so if you’re her friend most of the stuff you know about her is probably surface stuff, but when she’s close to someone she can make that fact hard to realize ? she just has a way with making the people in her life feel important so it’s easy not to be focused on how much you know about her

never bothers to correct the people that misjudge her. if you don’t like her, if you want to make up assumptions and rumors about her, go ahead like violet really won’t stop you which can sometimes make meeting new people difficult </3 if you’ve seen the dating class webdrama chuu was in she’s kinda like oh seyoung’s chara joowon 🤧

if she wants to, though, she’s pretty good at getting people to like her / trust her ! she does this a lot in professional situations, which is why she’s been doing so well as an art director so far despite being so young

she’s also very loyal to her friends ! if you can’t ask for extra sauces at mcdonald’s....if you can’t make a phone call to your credit card company explaining that a $3,000 charge to starbucks wasn’t you.....she’s your girl <3 since she’s relatively not bothered by the way people see her ( unless it has to do with her past ) she’s usually the one speaking up if someone she cares about can’t

after the ... incident ... JSDBWJDBWJ she’s really not a fan of the badge club and everything it stands for ): BUT she continues to do art directing work for a lot of the members when they do photoshoots, or instagram campaigns, or if they have a pop up shop, etc. it’s good money and she needs every penny considering she’s living without support from her family

cannot cook to save her life so she’s always eating out .. this really is why she’s taking those more high profile jobs she can’t budget .. but it’s better, safety wise at least, that she continues wasting her money on takeout aha <3

pretends she’s not a romantic and is all about the ~casual flings~ but really she’s just afraid of serious feelings and the idea of a serious relationship ... it’s the trauma 😔 constantly jokes shes gonna bring the tinder whore era back JWDBWJBDJW she is sick of this true love nonsense ! ( the irony of this url ahaha... )

she’s the most social after a few drinks, since drunk her isn’t burdened by a mind that overthinks literally everything the way she is sober. if you don’t supervise her though she can get pretty carried away and probably get into some kind of trouble so she’s definitely not the person you want to be in charge on a night out !

really wants a dog but doesn’t think she’s cut out to be a pet parent it feels just as scary as the idea of having an actual kid so ... BDWBDJW if you have a pet ? she’s gonna be living vicariously through you <3

━ ˙ ˖ ☆ wanted connections !

the photographer that hired her / introduced her to the badge club member she ended up having feelings for

the badge club remember she had / has feelings for because we love suffering 😈

old roommates from college !! maybe even the one that got her to download love alarm in the first place hehehe

also a current roommate / roommates because your girl can’t afford to live on her own <3

someone she’s confided in about her past ( maybe they judged her for it and had a falling out, or maybe they remain confidants )

an ex bf or gf she dated while she was in school ! she never rang their love alarm ( even though this was pre block ) so maybe that’s why things ended between them. or maybe they never rang each others and it was just a mutual thing where they both didn’t really have feelings for each other and tried to date anyway and it didn’t work. or perhaps they dated and when violet realized she was starting to have those feelings she dipped before she ever got a chance to ring their love alarm bc she didn’t want to be exposed like that and commitment is scary ):

spare best friend ? i’d use a knife emoji to show you how serious i am but i dont wanna scare anyone away aha .. i would just love a best friend plot 🥺

current flings / hookups or past flings / hookups ! i imagine most of them to not be serious but it would be kinda cool if there was someone she’s seeing now that she’s got the love alarm block that she’s actually falling for considering she’s never gonna be able to ring their love alarm hehehehe

people she art directs for !! i imagine she’s got a pretty long list of employers ( from badge club members to regular folk 🤧 ) so it would be cool to have people who hire her for stuff, or who collaborate with her for artistic endeavors since i’ve noticed we have a lot of artsy muses <3

ummm maybe an enemy. but where it’s like .. the hate isn’t even that deep it’s just like oh you dislike me ? well i dislike you FIRST 😠 and they insult each other and try and sabotage each other like five year olds fighting on the playground like it seems super serious to them but to everyone watching it’s like ... can you guys just get over it you dumb babies KSDBSDBWD like they could probably be good friends if they just .. stopped

and you’ve reached the end of this NOVEL of an intro post JDBJWBDJWBDW im literally so sorry i tried not to ramble but ..... its just who i am </3 please come shoot me a message to plot !!! you can use tumblr ims but im way more available / quicker to respond on discord so if u wanna add me there and plot u can find me at junhee mr. soft hands ʕ´• ᴥ•̥`ʔ#8172 i also did not check this post for typos so if u find one ... mind ur business 😭😭😭

#╰ ♡ . 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒔𝒔 ── ooc ! ┘#lovealarm.intro #HELPSDBWJD finally i finished.....im so sorry in advance this is . so long #also im going out in like 2 hours to eat so if im slow to respond to messages tonight u know whats going on <33333

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adragonstale · 4 years

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2,7,11,18,19,23,24,26,28,32,33,37,45,50,51,58,68,72,74,79,85,87,88,91,92,93,95,96,98,99 !! (that'll do for now xD)

· 2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

That’s a pretty though decision. For personal pleasure aka having fun? Tom Ellis. To do something meaningful? Well as meaningful as it could be, Donald Trump and I would punch him in his ugly face and kick him in his baby carrot.Maybe not the wisest choices, but I was never known for being wise to begin with.

· 7: What’s your strangest talent?

I’m good in remembering Details about TV shows even a decade after I’ve seen them :D

· 11: Do you have any strange phobias?

Nope, luckily no phobia at all

· 18: Do you believe in karma?

Yes, big time. and I hope it bites all those people ruining our world in their asses

· 19: What does your URL mean?

It was a blog only for dragons to get reposted and well it didn’t stay like that, but I like it anyway so I never changed it

· 23: How do you vent your anger?

Mostly through videogames. Sometimes my anger is fasterthan my brain and it can happen that I punch a wall without wanting to do it. Isprained my hand more than once because of this :D

· 24: Do you have a collection of anything?

I collect dragon figures, bones and other dead stuff,books/comics I want to read, Lucifer stuff (TV show, Comic and biblical figure), books about dog training/ mushing

· 26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?

Mostly yes, I still have a lot to work on and I know Iwill not be able to get over all the things that I hate on myself. But since Istopped giving a damn on what other people think about me I became way more happy with myself

· 28: What’s your biggest “what if”?

Another hard one, there are a lot of “what if’s” in live,right?The one that’s almost always present in my thoughts is “What if I had money and what would I do with it.”The answer is pretty simple. I wouldn’t need to decide between getting a newwinter jacket or another vet treatment of my now deceased senior dog.I wouldn’t need to decide if going to a Christmas market is something I canafford once or twice a year.It would also be just to go on vacation. Not a big ass 5 star hotel vacation.More like “Let’s go to the beach over the weekend outside of the season andjust enjoy the time there.”And it would be supporting all my favorite artists via commissions or patreon.

· 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?

School. I count it as place and those where the mosthorrible years of my life. I hated every day and the only good thing were thevacations.

· 33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?

I’m from Germany, soooo I have no idea, spontaneously Iwould say West Coast though, because California is always warm in comparison toGermany (even though the drought and wildfires are horrible) and I have someawesome friends there

· 37: Do you believe in luck?

Yes, too bad it often hits the wrong persons

· 45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

I think I was 20 or 21 (looong time ago) when I had amotorcycle accident.It was the ONE day I didn’t wear my whole protective gear because the daybefore I forgot the protective pants in the office. Well, long story short: It rained, my tires where old and were about to bereplaced in the next days and I fell. I got away with a knee that is now actingup every know and then. It can be pretty annoying, for example doing squats? Nope not more than 10 or so or it would swell and hurt the next day.Although now that I think of it, I also had a bike accident a few years later.I fell on my wrist and sprained it pretty bad. I never went to a doctor and Istill have issues with. It probably had some fissures or so. I don’t know, butsince then I’m in pain if I pick up heavy stuff in a certain angle and rotatingit is also not always pleasant.

· 50: Do you believe in magic?

Harry Potter like magic? NoMagic like in spirits, a hidden world next to ours and stuff like that? Yes.

· 51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

Oooh yes. It takes a lot to piss me off and make me holda grudge, but if someone manages it, I will hold on to it forever. Probably not the healthiest thing to do, but welp.

· 58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?

Yes, not the tip of my nose, but my septum

· 68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?

I would say Morningstar, even though it’s more a titlethan a last name.How about Decker? :D

· 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you haveapproximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are goingto die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?

a) Only very close people like my mom and my soulmate friends. They deserve to know.

b) I would do a lot of stuff that I put off. Like going to the beach again.(although I don’t have so much on my bucket list). I would see that I can finda good new home for my pets if my friends are not able to take them in, becauseI love my little fur and scaley babies. I would also give away my money (notthat I have any LOL) to my friends most in need.

c) Oh hell yes. I believe in some kind of afterlife, but it’s still scary

· 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?

Too many to name them, but a really special song is this one.Whenever I hear it I’m back in Croatia 15 years ago standing on a beach andwatching the stormy sea. I just loved it. It was calming and powerful to me.And since then this song is on almost all of my playlists when I’m on the wayto a convention or so and so it collected many more memories as well

· 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?

Getting my Body modifications done/ planned out. It pairswell with #26 since both go hand in hand. It made me happier and more selfaccepting, so it was definitely the best thing

· 85: What’s the last song you listened to?

DeProfundis – ASP(No, I don’t only listen to German Musik)

· 87: What is your current desktop picture?

And those two didn’t change for quite a while now. I havethe right one since the scene aired and before I had Season 4 Crispy on theleft, I had season 3 one from the last scene.

· 88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode,who would it be?

Donald Trump!And if it could be more than one then also Boris Johnson, Erdogan and all the other tyrants and idiots in important areas of the world

91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even

cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is thatpower?

Flying, give me some big ass wings and let me fly. It’sbeen my dream and to go superpower since I can remember, but I insist on the wings

· 92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be ahalf-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experienceagain?

The Tom Ellis Meet and Greet I had this year. My life isn’tthat exciting that I had any other important things happen within the time span of 30 minutes

· 93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

Hard decision between growing up with an alcoholic Dad orhaving my sister.The history between me and my sister is long and full of hate for each other. No, you are not obligated to like each other just because you are family. No,not even if your ages are relatively close to each other.And well, then there is my Dad and nope, I’m not in contact with him anymore. I don’t even know if he is still alive since I know from my mom that he got diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor earlier this year. And to be honest, I don’t care at all.

· 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Whereare you gonna go?

Since I’m going to Los Angeles anyway soon (Because Ihave the best friends who gifted me the plane tickets and everything so I cansee the Lucifer sets T_____T) I would say Norway or something like that.I really REALLY hate the cold weather, but I would love to experience a realhusky mushing/ dog sledding tour.

· 96: Do you have any relatives in jail?

Nope, not to my knowledge

· 98: Ever been on a plane?

Yes, exactly one time, in January this year to go toBrighton to the first LUX Convention

99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?

I’m not the one who should speak to the world. And itdoesn’t matter anyway if nobody is really listening if you know what I mean. Iprobably would ask if they would be willing to REALLY listen to people likeGreta Thunberg and the scientists again.

#personal #gosh I love those things :D #Anonymous

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