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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 month

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Neil talking about the responses to Good Omens Season 2 - from the Neil Gaiman interview with Brian Levine for The Gould Standard (x,x)

BL: The audience that you have built is a very passionately engaged audience. They, frankly, they love you. And one of the reasons they love you is that you fit into what I think of as one of two great divisions in art. There's, or in writing, um, there is: I'm entertained, I'm amused. I may be even enchanted; and then there's this hits me at a visceral level. You understand me as no one else does. You have touched something very central to my experience. And it seems to me that Much of your writing, maybe all of your writing, actually reaches your audience at that latter level. You know. I would say in the former category, sort of my quintessential and beloved example would be P. G. Woodhouse. He amuses me, but I don't feel like he's revealed my inner self at a very deep level. Um, were you aware that you were going to be able to achieve that? Um, that this is something... was it a startling thing when people began coming up to you, who'd read your work and said, this means so much to me?

Neil: Yeah. It was huge. And it wasn't expected. I... if I had a mountaintop I was heading towards, it was gonna be P. G. Woodhouse. Um, I wanted to be a proficient entertainer with a clear prose style who could tell stories. Um, it probably wasn't until Sandman that I found... I started to realize that in order for a story to work, I had to show too much. In order for a story to resonate, in order for a story to matter, I had to let it matter too much. And, and I remember the first people who would start coming up to me and saying, um, you, you know, your, your Sandman comics got me through the death of a loved one. Your death character got me through my child's death, through my parent's death, through my partner's death, through my friend's death. Um, and that left me kind of amazed. I'm like, well, I didn't write it to do that. I wrote it to feed my children. I wrote it to satisfy myself. I wrote it because nobody else had ever written it. And if I didn't write it, it wouldn't be written, but I don't think I wrote it to give you what you've taken from it. And I spent really about 20, 25 years feeling awkward about that. And then my father died, in March 2009, and never got to cry about it. Never... I, you know, I've, I've got on a plane and I went to the UK and dealt with the funeral stuff and organized all of that stuff and came back and go toff the plane and went and did Stephen Colbert's Colbert Report and wearing the funeral suit because and that was all I had with me and carried on. And then, somewhere in the middle of summer, I was reading a friend's script. They'd sent me a script and said, can you look this over? And I'm reading it, and on page 20, the lead character meets somebody, and on page 26 maybe, she's dead, and I burst into tears. And I'm bawling. I am sobbing. It is coming out of me in giant racking waves. And I realized that it's everything that I'd been, hadn't let myself feel, or hadn't been able, hadn't stopped enough to let myself feel, was suddenly being given permission to feel by the death of a fictional person who I'd met six pages earlier, ia script. And I thought that... and it was huge for me, and I thought, okay, that's that thing that people are talking about sometimes, when they come tome and they say, you, you did this. So right now, I'm in this weird, wonderful place where I think a lot of people in Good Omens Season 2 thought they were signing up for the P.G. Woodhouse, and didn't know that, no, no, no, you've, you've signed up for the whole thing. You've signed up for the feelings. You've signed up for the emotions. I... it is my job to make you care and to make you feel and to feel things you haven't felt before. And which meant that the first week or so after Good Omens came out, I was getting angry, furious, deeply upset messages on every possible social medium telling me that I had betrayed people, and it was awful, and they couldn't stop crying, and why would I do that to them, and did I hate them? And they hated me. And then a weird sort of phenomenon happened as people would watch the show again. And again. And now they started to know, okay, this is where it's gonna go, this is what's gonna happen, this is how it works. And they started realizing that they were actually feeling things, and that was good. And that they were caring about two people who don't exist. You know, I made them up, and then and Terry Pratchett made them up, and then, um, David Tennant and Michael Sheen gave them life, and then they get to walk around on a screen and you know they don't exist, but you can cry for them, you can love them, they can make you laugh, they can make you exult, and most important of all, they can make you care. And the number of people who are now writing to me, saying, 'This was so important to me. This has changed my life. This makes me feel like I belong. This makes me feel like I can cope. And it's let me sort of find myself. P. S. I hope you get to do Season Three.' is, is huge.

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callsign-joyride · 8 months

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For some reason the link to request won’t work on my phone :( . Can I please request a Fall Fluff for Jake for prompt 15 where the reader is the one who is sick ?

Chicken Noodle Soup | Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Summary: Jake worries that you're having second thoughts about the relationship, only to find that the reason you haven't been responding is because you've been sick all day.

Content warnings: Fanboy being a menace, mentions of an illness/virus (NOT COVID-19), fluff

Prompt: 15. Sender lies next to the receiver (who is recovering from injuries or illness) and spoons them while staying awake to make sure their health doesn’t deteriorate overnight.

This was written for my Fluffy Fall Fantasy event. Feel free to send in requests!

Jake was stressed. You hadn’t been dating for very long, and you weren’t technically official, but it was Hard Deck night and you hadn’t responded to his text messages since last night. He was tempted to call you to check in and see if everything was okay, but he didn’t want to seem clingy and obsessive while it was totally possible that you forgot to plug your phone in the night before, or that you left it at home while you were getting ready for work.

“Honestly, man, I was thinking she’d ghost you a lot sooner than this,” Fanboy said as they were getting their things to leave. Jake didn’t even have the energy to react.

“You’re good at relationships, Rooster. Would it be weird if I drove by her house on my way home?”

“I don’t know, man. None of us have ever met her but maybe she’d be okay with it based on what you’ve said about her in passing.”

“Or maybe she doesn’t exist and he wanted to hide the fact that he’s not getting laid.”

“Dude, too far,” Payback said to Fanboy. Jake just shrugged it off and grabbed his bag before heading out to his truck and finding your address in his phone. You lived pretty close to base so it wasn’t a very bad drive at all. Right as he turned down your street, his phone started ringing and your name was on the screen.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you but I think I’ve got the flu or a common cold or something.”

“Do you want me to bring you medicine? I’m like five minutes from a CVS.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s Hard Deck night. You should be out with your friends. I can go another time. I think I’ll make some soup and go back to sleep.”

“Hard Deck night is a weekly thing and Coyote’s deployed so I kind of don’t want to go anyways. I’d have more fun staying in with you. Plus I’ve got a family recipe of chicken noodle soup and it’ll probably be the best chicken noodle soup you’ll ever have.”

After a moment, you sniffled and said that he could come over and that you’d leave your door unlocked. He walked into your house about an hour after he got off the phone with you with reusable bags on his arms. You were laying on the couch under a blanket while an 80’s movie played on the TV.

“I brought medicine,” he said as he unloaded everything in the kitchen. You peered over the couch and smiled before taking a sip of your Gatorade that was on the coffee table. He came over to sit next to you after getting everything put away. It was almost unbelievable how sick you were, considering that you felt completely fine the day before. Your fever broke earlier in the day but you had been sleeping for most of it, living off of Gatorade and nearly stale crackers that you found in the back of your pantry. You changed the channel to something that you knew he’d like before nuzzling into the pillow that you brought from your bedroom.

“Poor thing. I’m gonna get your soup started. It should take about half an hour, okay? Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded your head and scrolled through social media before going back to sleep for a little bit. The smell of the soup was what woke you up a little bit later, as Jake walked over and placed your bowl on the table in front of you. He made enough to last you a whole week, and he even offered to send you the recipe if you liked it. He was right, it was the best chicken noodle soup you’d ever had. Ten o’clock rolled around and even though it was considered early for you, you grabbed your pillow and blanket and started heading up the stairs. You were surprised when Jake followed you, considering that you had spent the few hours since you ate barely talking to each other.

“I need to shower,” you said as you got your pajamas out.

“Okay. I’ll wait here.”

He had sent a few texts to the Dagger Squad group chat while you were in the shower, saying that he’d see everyone in the morning but that he had to take care of you. You took a big sip of water before crawling under the covers, Jake following suit.

“What are you doing?” You asked as he wrapped an arm around your middle.

“Staying with you, if that’s okay.”

“What if I get you sick?”

“I’ll take time off. Mav loves me so it’ll be fine. I don’t want anything to happen to you through the night.”

“Oh. Okay. Then yeah, you can stay. But don’t come crying to me if you get the man flu.”

“Trust me, I won’t. My dad taught me and my brothers better than to be dramatic so that a woman will take care of us.”

“That’s good,” you said with a chuckle.

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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Phullo there, I’d like to ask you a question! I hope I won’t be such a bothersome.

So, I’m planning to write a story about Laughingstock and since I find your storytelling very pleasing I figured it’d be a great idea to ask for your advice about the writing!

My Idea in general for this story is just Howdy taking a day off from working in his bodega. And basically, he’ll be just wearing normal clothes.. shocking truly.

And thennn, Barnaby and Howdy accidentally stumbled into each other’s path. They later then of course had a very long conversation that lasted until evening maybe.

Of course there’ll be some fishy moments like them looking at each other with goggly eyes and other cheesy romantic nonsense- but it’s just mainly them having their usual conversation with a ‘couple’ of jokes here and there. It’s supposed to be a sweet memory for them to remember basically.

So, what I’m really trying to ask you for is- how the heck do you start a story exactly and not make it into just the dialogues? Like, I want my story to be kind of long but I’m afraid it’ll be just them, y’know, talking and I really don’t want it to be boring.. therefore, I really need your help.

I am so sorry if it’s such a bad timing considering the fact that you just had an interview which I am very proud for you for that! Even if it didn’t go as expected at least you did good half of it.

Soo, yeah! I’d very much appreciate your advice and I am sooo sorry that this was soo long!!! And again, a bad timing too.. but hey if you got any time, please consider answering. Thank you..

Also any response yet? On the interview of course.

hmmm... in my experience and Knowledge Accumulated Over The Years via reading And writing... the best place to start is to just drop in. no story introduction, no "it was a dark and stormy night", just Start. it sounds like your story begins with Howdy taking the day off, so maybe kick off with him getting ready / choosing an outfit, or w/ him reflexively almost opening the store before he stops and chides himself for almost forgetting that he's taking the day off

to combat the dialogue, maybe detail him leaving the bodega to go into the neighborhood. what does he see? hear? feel both physically and mentally? is there anyone else out and about? set the scene! ive been struggling with this too lately since i haven't seriously written in a while and i haven't been reading actual books

WHICH! IMPORTANT TANGENTS!! read well-written books, Not fanfic! im not saying dont read fanfic ever or i'd be the world's biggest hypocrite, but also read actual books. it's important to study how published authors write, how stories are structured, dialogue and action. because these books have more often then not gone through a Rigorous screening process. multiple drafts, beta readers, publishers reading it with great scrutiny before agreeing to publish - of course there are exceptions, but a lot of books are the highest quality they can be, and will outshine most fics. because, and i say all of this as good things, fics are unregulated. most dont have beta readers. a lot are from amateur authors new to the scene. there will be spelling mistakes, weird grammar & sentence structure, etc - most fics have Entirely different writing styles from each other. so if you only read fanfic, That is what your brain will learn, and it's gonna be harder for you to write. published books have less variation in styles, and the styles are subtler. there's less spelling mistakes if any, so your spelling will improve. your internal vocabulary will expand. even if you don't consciously study what you read, your brain will pick up on & internalize patterns, how action works, how dialogue works, how to structure a story, all that good stuff. if you want, i can recommend well-written books! i've been an avid reader since... like, ever. i've got recs galore! you can tell me your preferred genre & literary interest and i'll probably have something for you! and if you're not big on books, well... get out of your comfort zone lmao, books are fucking awesome and i guarantee there are plenty out there that you would love.

and when you're writing dialogue, intersperse it with little actions or the main povs' internal dialogue. if there's a natural lull in the conversation, explore that lull! what do the characters do in this moment? what's going on around them? sprinkle bits of setting in so that your reader knows where they are and what's going on.

plus, exploring the non-dialogue sections of your story can, and often will, spark inspiration in your brain for scenes and actions to fill out the story if you want it to be long (but also! if you just want to write the scene of their conversation, that's the beauty of fanfic - there's no requirements. do whatever you want lmao). when Howdy is going into town, maybe Wally calls him over for a quick pose - does Howdy say yes or no, and how does that decision change the story? maybe Julie invites him to join her in a game, or Eddie stops to talk to Howdy about him being out and about. maybe there are some complaints over the bodega not being open. what's the lead-up to Howdy and Barnaby running into each other? do they literally run into each other? what happens when they do? those are just a few possibilities of many!

remember, when you're writing, you're that story's god. you can do literally fucking anything. you decide what the characters do, where they go, what happens in their world. that mindset should help you bolster the plot instead of just "these two characters have a conversation", yk?

i hope this helps!

#im so serious i am talking from personal experience #the quality of my writing improves after reading an actual book / when im reading one alongside writing #which is why im getting myself back into it #i spent a while not reading books and boyyyyy howdy have i suffered for it!#i miss when i was in elementary school reading at least one full length book a week...#BUT BOOKS HELP. GOOD BOOKS #not the fuckin cookie cutter booktok recs that're just a bunch of tropes slapped together #im talkin about the quality stuff.#im talkin about authors who really see the art in writing & storytelling #rambles from the bog #but also do take everything i say with a grain of salt #i have a lot of room for improvement myself & as with my art im an Entirely Self Taught Writer #so im by no means an expert on the subject! im a medium level writer at best <3 #and im not saying that in a derogatory way! it just means i have a ways to go in becoming a legitimately good writer #& reaching the level that i want. its something to strive for!#also thank you! ive never done an interview before so i really have nothing to compare it to!

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anonymous-dentist · 4 months

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Will you still continue writing and putting qbbh in your stories?

I'm asking this question after months because I can't stand people "separating" the cc from the character, when it can't be done, not when the cc defends such a despicable person. I kept quiet for a long time because you're my favorite writer, but I'm tired of pretending that it doesn't bother me because I suffer daily from racism and xenophobia (things that both qbbh and cc don't seem to care about JAJAJA).

I don't know if you will respond to this or just ignore it, but regardless, thank you for writing such beautiful works and stories, I won't follow you any further, not until I have your response. And if you keep writing Defender of the Bastard, I'll pretend I've never read any of your works, that I've never even met you.

I used the translator to make the job easier 0___=

Okay, anon, I'll start this by saying that I 100% understand where you're coming from. If you've seen my pinned, you know that I hate that shitty green teletubby and all his friends equally, and I do NOT fuck with anyone supporting them. And you've probably seen me speaking up about the freakish xenophobia that parts of Bad's fandom have been taking part in basically since April (that I know about, I've never been a viewer.)

But also? I don't write qBBH. I've written him maybe five times Ever since the QSMP started, and three of those five times were in Breaking Dawn. And, even then, he's not really super important to the narrative at all, and he was never going to be. If anyone from the book club was gonna be important, it would be Maxo because he was super important during the Regret Arc, unlike Bad. And you may have noticed that I haven't even mentioned Bad in that fic since he started getting weird about Dream recently. I legitimately rewrote all of the most recent chapter to keep Bad out of it.

With my other current multichapters (Let a Spider Run, Evil Eye), he was never gonna be a big part of them because I quite genuinely just don't give a shit about his character and because his character isn't too important to the parts of qCellbit and qRoier's stories that I want to explore. Breaking Dawn? Regret Arc. Let a Spider Run? ...Kinda all over the place, but it's the bit of May when Cellbit and Roier started getting interested in each other. Evil Eye? Current "Fuck The Federation" Arc. So if you wanna follow those, go ahead, Bad would only be a cameo mention at most, almost definitely not someone super important. The fic he'd appear most in would be Breaking Dawn, but even then it's like one or two more times because, again, Maxo is actually the more important one there. Limited roles, dig?

But also? You have no right to demand what I do and do not put in my writing. Am I gonna put Bad in anymore? Not in any huge role because I never did, but you showed up and decided to effectively threaten me into not writing him at all by saying you'll never read again. And that's disappointing because I'm so ridiculously thankful for all my readers and I never want to make anyone uncomfortable, but you coming in and demanding I effectively change the plot to my passion project instead of coming and talking to me in dms or something is just kind of a dick move.

I don't hold anything against you, anon, and I won't hold anything against anyone who decides to unfollow me because I'm gonna keep having qBad appear as minor characters in my fics, but you've gotta understand that he's a character. Does he suck? Yeah, and so does the CC, but separating fact from fiction is a vital part of appreciating Minecraft RP storytelling. And I 100% understand having difficulty separating character from CC when it comes to a CC who has done some real shitty things, but sometimes you just need to take a step back and stop consuming content from something that brings you this much distress just by having a single character in it.

You're probably young, and I'm really, really sorry that you've dealt with so much horrible bullshit because of this one man's fandom, and I'm sorry that this guy is on a server that you love and appreciate and I understand that so well (I was a DSMP writer for a while, after all), and I hope that you understand what I'm saying here. I'm not currently planning on including him in anything beyond one or two brief appearances in Breaking Dawn, but you don't really have much of a right to demand that of me. I made this decision weeks ago.

#asks!#anon!#i'm really sorry that you're going through this #and i really won't hold it against you if you're so uncomfortable as to unfollow #that's your decision

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thedawningofthehour · 7 months

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Hi!! Yes, hello, I cried again, thank you for that. Even though you said we „shouldn’t expect too much“, my heart is still very much cracked haha

ANYWAY, since the guessing game is still on, I was thinking a lot during this chapter. My guess is, either Raph has a really stupid idea that he‘s thinking through right now and that‘s why he‘s been so quiet OR smth happens to the Hueso place and he like sacrifices himself to get his family to escape like idk maybe EPF or smth knocks at the door and he holds them off

And so I was wondering if you could tell us when this stupid thing is gonna happen, I have a feeling it might be like the book 2 finale or somewhere close to that??

ALSO, I was wondering how you organise your chapters and the plot you write about. Do you have like a pinboard and put the NYC map on it and connect the dots with red yarn? (Detective style) or do you use some program or are just…weird and memorise it all?

Maybe he hasn't actually had the stupid idea yet, but he's definitely ruminating on everything that eventually compels him to make that decision.

The stupid thing will be a direct consequence of the final climax, so it'll be coming up here soon. I'm going to put up a poll probably after the next chapter.

I'm giddy that we're getting there, honestly. There's a foreshadow I put in literally in the single-digit chapters of Book 1 and when I wrote that I couldn't imagine actually getting to that point. I always feel like I'm going to die or something before I finish stuff, like, I was shocked when I finished doth.

Oh my goooood I am so terrible about plotting and outlines and stuff. I always, always feel like I'm in elementary school filling out a worksheet. I am basically this guy

except there is no paper because I haven't written anything down I'm just sleep deprived and rambling and smoking copious amounts of weed. (I have never smoked weed)

I know generally how the plots go, and as chapters draw closer I start thinking more specifically about where parts should go and where they would fit best. The whole war kick-off thing, that originally was going to happen after the third reverse-kidnapping, (the mall with the mercenaries one) but Gale and Mikey were still having their library trips, and that just seemed like an...awkward thing to have hanging over them. And it just didn't have to be. I could have cut that arc short, delayed the third reverse-kidnapping until after after the library meetings were discovered, or I could push off the war. And the war didn't need to happen then-if anything, it complicated the other plot points that needed to happen. And I think it worked out for the better this way.

I'm not totally satisfied with this method though. When I was writing Book 1, I had probably about half the fic written before I started posting-it was all in one document, Donnie's scenes were all together and Leo's scenes were in some incomprehensible order and often unfinished because I wasn't expecting to post anything and would just stop when I felt like it, when I finally committed to putting it to order I think I had like eight documents open at one point and three different highlighter colors to denote what I'd done in the master document, it was an ORDEAL-but it meant that I could group scenes together based on what was most effective, move things around very easily. The fact that Leo and Donnie's chapters were pointedly not happening at the same time helped a lot too. In Book 2, I end up writing with two, maybe three chapters planned ahead in my brain, and I feel like that forces me to sometimes rely on short-term climaxes that add to the word count but don't really do much for the story overall, or put off certain things that I don't particularly feel like writing at the time or don't know would work there. Book 2 would probably be significantly shorter if I'd plotted it out the way I did Book 1.

...What were we talking about? Oh! I do actually have a map of NYC open pretty much constantly in my fic window, it probably shows when they were driving around last chapter that I was literally going along the border with my pointer finger. But I'm terrible and I don't write any of this shit down. I usually remember, but there have been occasions where I've completely forgotten what I was going to do, and I think it was chapter 32 where I had pretty much finished the rest of the chapter and then realized I'd forgotten the final Leo scene-which was a pretty major scene. So I guess...yeah, weird and memorize sounds correct, but I don't actually do it that well.

#if you can parse anything here bless you #i wasn't planning on typing this much so it's very much stream of consciousness #doth asks

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aylacavebear · 3 months

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 5

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 3023

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic.

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You dreamt that night, of a beautiful forest with a river that ran through it, homes built in the treetops. The place felt magical and the others there were friendly and welcoming. This wasn’t the first time you’d dreamt of this. It always felt like your home away from home.

Morning came quickly, like it always felt like it did, your clock reading seventeen after five. You slipped on your warm, fuzzy slippers before starting your regular morning routine. Thoughts of things your mother had talked to you about after your car accident played through your mind, which often happened after that dream.

“You’re a fairy,” your mother told you, almost overjoyed when you showed her the weird power that had begun only a week after waking up from your coma. “Mom, there’s no such thing,” you replied, sighing after you’d straightened up her sink full of dishes just by thinking about it. “It’s in your bloodline. It activated when you were in that accident. You have more power than you realize, you just have to learn, and be responsible,” she explained, holding your hand, feeling so proud of you. You rolled your eyes. There had to be another explanation, you thought to yourself, fairy’s don’t exist. After going home that day, you researched fairies and it didn’t seem to fit. It had to be something else but no matter how much research you did, you never found an answer that explained what you were now. The word bloodline kept replaying in your mind but that hadn’t helped either.

As you were pulling out of your driveway, you noticed a decent pile of ash just on the inside of your property line and took a deep breath, knowing you’d been followed. They’d never gotten that bold before and you knew it was going to feel like a long day, also thankful the warding you’d used had done its job. At least now, you felt safer being at home.

Work started like it did every day for you, working hardline with Sarah. Today though, you were distracted with your thoughts, only half hearing what she was talking to you about and absentmindedly answering her.

“So, breaking everything on the home hummer is a good idea?” she asked you, raising an eyebrow.

You finally turned to her, having heard her this time, “No…. What?” you asked, slightly confused.

“What’s up with you today? You’re not your usual jovial self,” she replied.

You sighed a little, placing another pan on the kitchen hummer, “Sorry. The last couple of days have been a little weird, that’s all,” you replied.

“Weird how?” she asked, turning to face you, leaning her arm over the box she was working on.

“Well, you know I’m different,” you began, and she nodded, “There were a couple of people watching me yesterday and it was, well, weird.”

“Did they say anything or just watch you?” she asked, a little concerned.

“Just watched me. Might have to be more careful at work but we don’t have to cut back on the antics. Those help make me laugh,” you replied, finally giving her a genuine smile.

Sarah perked up at that, “Good, because today, we’re gonna rearrange the figures so that they look somewhat questionable,” she told you, insinuating it probably wasn’t appropriate for work.

You laughed a bit, “So, we’ll need at least two home hummers, so we can both work on it, at the same time,” you winked.

“There’s my girl,” she replied in that bubbly way only she did when she was excited.

You knew there was a mild possibility that the two of you could get in trouble for it but at the same time, your boss, Denise, was pretty cool about the antics you both had been doing at work. The two of you laughed and joked around while unboxing everything, contemplating how you’d set up the figures when the truck was done.

The two of you made two home hummers, one with the figures and candles, the other with everything else. You both about lost it laughing when Sarah pulled a rooster figurine out of a box at the same time you pulled a cat figuring out of another. Both of you thought those were perfect for your plan.

The truck took another hour, as there were more boxes than the day before. The laughter didn’t stop the more figures that got unboxed. You took care of the clean up, taking the boxes of empty boxes to the compactor, sweeping, and rolling up the conveyor belt the boxes were slid across while Sarah moved the hummers so they were neatly arranged.

You each grabbed one of the home hummers, giggling as you headed out of the stockroom, quickly writing down your times. There were already several figures on the shelves which would only make the prank more fun. Sarah took pictures that she’d turn into a video, not wanting either of their faces in the video, a precaution she would take sometimes. You placed the rooster figurine on the shelf, its neck was bent slightly downward like it was going to peck food off the ground. Then you placed the cat figurine down under its beak, as the cat was laying on its back, looking quite pleased with itself. Sarah almost died of laughter, then took a picture.

There were also the cupped hands holding another figure she carefully placed in the center of it, a set of two balls. You moved the fake pots of plants around and put the figurine of a face so that it peeked out from them, making it look fairly creepy. She snapped another picture. This continued with all the figurines that had not only been on the shelves but also on the hummer. Sarah took a video of the aisle as both of you stayed quiet. Then you arranged the candles in different, inappropriate shapes. Sara laughed, then took pictures and a short video before the two of you got back to your regular work.

“I swear, if we get in trouble for that-” you began, but she cut you off.

“Come on. We’ll only get in trouble if a customer complains. They’re gonna find it just as funny as we do,” she assured you, making you chuckle along with her.

Neither you nor Sarah had noticed the two men that had been keeping an eye on you and once you left the figurine aisle, they both had to go look at what the two of you had been laughing so hard about.

You were still chuckling to yourself as you grabbed one of the toy hummers and headed in that direction from the back room, passing the aisle the figurines were down. You glanced down it, chuckling again until you saw him, the FBI agent from the other day. For a moment, you couldn’t breathe but you kept walking. He wasn’t in his uniform and now he was with someone, who was slightly taller, with longer hair. You felt your heart beat a little harder in your chest as you made your way to the pet aisle, where you always started.

With the one being as tall as he was, he was easy to see over the shelves and this time, you kept an eye on him. Since it was clear the demons had followed you the night before and the FBI agent was the only consistent person, he was who you’d watch. You discretely used your powers again, cleaning up the pet aisle a little to make room for the dog toys. More had come in on this truck than usual.

“Maria to the stockroom,” you heard over the speakers and sighed, setting down the dog toys you had in your hand.

You glanced at the two men again before heading to the stockroom, making a mental note of what they were wearing, then finding Tiffany, “Yeah Tiff, what’s up?” you asked, smiling a little.

“Hey, are there any more empty hummers out there?” she asked you.

“I was working on a toy one. I can get that one and the other one done quick for you,” you reply.

“That would be amazing. Bring 'em right in the back though, please,” she asked you before going back to hard-tagging a box of apparel.

“No prob,” you reply, smiling a little before going back to your task.

You scanned the store discretely, quickly finding the tall one again over in the men’s clothing section with the agent you recognized. Somehow you’d have to figure out how to walk near them, although hadn’t remembered the one smelling of sulfur the day he’d questioned you.

It only took you about ten minutes to run the two toy hummers and got them both back to Tiffany. She’d needed them for the lady who always did shoes, and you felt horrible for constantly forgetting her name. So, you just smiled, told her you’d bring her more if she needed them, and went back out to grab a Q hummer. Those items all went up near the registers and Sarah didn’t enjoy running them. It would give you an excuse to possibly get closer to the two FBI agents, which you were questioning if that was what they even were.

You easily located the tall one again only the other one wasn’t with him now. Scanning the store you didn’t see him anywhere but you couldn’t see everywhere either. You sighed in frustration as you grabbed another box of candy, heading down the row for the customers to check out, which was empty. Since just after Christmas, the shelves had gotten rather bare, so there were plenty of places that needed filling, giving you the freedom to set it up how you wanted.

“Back on Q, huh?” Sarah asked, tilting her head, just a bit.

“You know I like it up here,” you replied, smiling.

“Too many people for me,” she sighed with a small laugh.

“Just like the bluebins have too many tags for me,” you bantered back, smirking a little, “Oh yeah, check these out,” you told her, slightly excited as you grabbed a Hello Kitty Vantine stuffed animal off your hummer, handing it to her.

“OH MY GOD!” she exclaimed, grabbing it and snuggling it, “Why do you always do this to me?” she teased playfully, still smiling from ear to ear.

“Shouldn’t have told me you like Hello Kitty,” you laughed.

It was something she’d told you not too long after you had started working there. So, every time something cute that was Hello Kitty came through the truck, you had to show her. Half of the items she’d purchased, unable to resist them, just like now with the current stuffed animal in her hands.

Neither of you did your antics at the front of the store. It was too risky, no matter how much fun it could have been. You also didn’t use your powers up there. Too many cameras and then there were the cashiers who could easily see you. So, you straightened things up by hand as quickly as you could while stocking the shelves. Sarah went back to the women’s bluebin while you glanced around the store again, only finding the tall one in the men’s clothing section, now near the jeans.

You did notice at least two demons in the store while working the next Q hummer, passing them near the dresses. Two men but not the FBI agents. You kept walking as you looked over at them, and accidentally bumped into someone. Luckily you hadn’t hit them with the hummer you were pulling next to you.

“I’m so sor-” you began, then almost froze as you looked up at him, the FBI agent who had questioned you that day.

He smiled down at you, “It’s okay,” he replied.

The two demons who had been watching you left the store and you managed to notice, but barely. You could have gone about this a couple of different ways. He didn’t have that sulfur odor, and you quickly ruled out a demon, “Why are you following me?” you asked, sounding more confident than you felt.

He looked a little surprised at your bluntness but just smiled, partially smirked, “It’s called a stakeout, Sweetheart,” he replied, then leaned a little closer, “Don’t spoil it,” he whispered to you.

Why did he have to be as hot as he was, you thought to yourself, and so damned charming, “Might want to tell your partner his height isn’t helping him hide any,” you retorted sarcastically.

The way he chuckled was more attractive than you wanted to admit to yourself, “I’ll make sure to let him know. Just go about your day like you would if we weren’t here,” he told you, still smirking, and with way too much charm.

You rolled your eyes and walked away, pulling your hummer behind you, doing your best not to think about the FBI agent while you went about stocking the front area. Yeah right. You found yourself glancing at where he was in the store, taking note of his features. The chiseled jawline, the way his jeans hugged his ass, but not too tightly, comfortably. Then there were those emerald green eyes of his when he’d looked at you.

“You who? Earth to Maria,” Sarah said to you, waving her hand in front of your face, snapping you from your thoughts.

“Sorry,” you apologized, looking over at her.

“What were you so deep in thought about?” she asked you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

A light blush danced down and into your cheeks, and a giddy smile played across your lips, “Nothing,” you said, somewhat embarrassed.

“Uh-huh,” she replied, putting her hand on her hip, “It wouldn’t have anything to do with that FBI agent that’s over in the clothes section, would it?” she asked, giving you a knowing look.

“What? I already agreed he was hot,” you reply, glancing at him for a moment before looking back over at her.

“Why not ask him out for drinks or something?” she asked you.

You rolled your eyes, “I told you, he’s probably married.”

“Well, he wasn’t wearing a wedding ring when I walked past him earlier,” she said in quite a teasing tone.

You felt the blush deepen on your cheeks, “Why do you keep trying to set me up with guys?” you asked, having to take a deep breath.

“Cause you haven’t been on a date in what, a year?” she retorted, playfully but seriously.

“That’s cause men are nothing but trouble and he’s an FBI agent. That only makes it worse,” you replied, that logic making it easier to calm down your nerves, “Besides, it’s not like it would go anywhere.”

She rolled her eyes, concocting her own plan, “You’re such a chicken-shit,” she teased you before heading off to take care of the men’s bluebin.

You thought nothing of it and went back to work, sighing. She was right. It had been a long time since you’d even talked to a guy and lately, you hadn’t wanted to get involved with anyone. How could you? It wasn’t like you could tell anyone that you had powers and your mother thought you were a fairy. That thought made you chuckle silently as you continued working.

Ten minutes later, there was a soft tap on your shoulder. When you turned around though, you felt your chest tighten a little and your heart beat a little quicker, “Something I can help you find?” you asked him, managing to act professional as the green-eyed FBI agent looked down at you, with a charming smirk.

“I was wondering if you were free tonight, for drinks?” he asked you, somewhat flirtatiously.

Sarah, you thought to yourself, you sneaky little shit. You smirked a little, “Let me guess, my co-worker put you up to this, didn’t she?” you asked, putting your hand on your hip.

He chuckled a little, “Is that a yes or a no?” he asked, the flirt still in his words.

You smirked and shook your head, just a bit, “Answer my question and I’ll answer yours,” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

He laughed a little, “Alright, she might have mentioned something but she didn’t put me up to anything. I’m asking because I’d like to have a drink with you if you’re free,” he replied, seeming to be honest.

You eyed him for a moment, debating if it was even a good idea, “There’s a bar a couple miles from where I live. It’s called the Circle S Saloon. I’ll meet you there around seven.” you told him, figuring a couple of drinks would be fine.

He smiled, “I know where that’s at. See you at seven then,” he replied, still flirtatiously.

“See you at seven,” you repeated, barely able to keep a schoolgirl smile off your lips.

You didn’t even know the guy's first name and realized this after he had walked away and back to his partner. It looked as if they were talking and you noticed how they seemed closer than just work companions but not like intimate partners, almost like family. When you went back to the stockroom, you quickly found Sarah.

“I blame you,” you told her, trying to look serious.

She spun on her heels, phone up and recording, “Blame me for what?” she asked innocently.

“For telling that guy to ask me out. I know you had to of said something to him,” you said, again trying to sound and look serious as you put your hand on your hip, cocking your head a bit.

“I have absolutely no clue what you’re talking about,” she replied, again acting innocent.

You both burst out in laughter and she saved the video on her phone, “Just go have a good time, it’s been a while,” she finally told you after you both stopped laughing.

“Fine. I’ll try to have some fun and relax. A couple of drinks with an FBI agent,” you said, still wondering if this was a good idea or not.

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frankthesnek · 6 months

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❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

Tagged by @chaos-monkeyy thank you so much! This was a really fun one to think about for some of the questions.

When did you post your first ever fic? Oh gosh first ever? According to FFN October 15th, 2008 😵‍💫

First character you wrote for? So I started off as an anime kid.... not gonna be specific but YuGiOh GX.

Main characters you are currently writing for? Tony Stark and Steve Rogers mostly. I can not stop with these guys right now. Personally wise that are so fun, and physically 😳 they are both fucking banging.

Characters you haven't written about before but plan on writing about soon? I am really trying to psych myself up to write for TWD because I looooove Rickyl and have never done anything with them. Since I'm into MCU I have been thinking about Thorki a lot. I loooooved them when I was younger so I might try that. Also, tinkering with a couple YuGiOh fics for Violetshipping. (Basically.....I'm all over the fucking place and have gone crazy 😁)

Fandoms your currently writing for? MCU, ed edd n eddy (sorry folks that though it was weird was not a one off I'm writing more!!!)

Platonic pairings you currently write for? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 none. And there will probably never be any.

Romantic pairings you currently write for? I feel like I covered this in my previous answers lol Stony, Kevedd, Violetshipping (a little bit, early stages), Style (hopefully will have a couple with them done soon!)

Your top 3 tags on AO3 if you post there? First time, established relationship, getting together..... well that was underwhelming 😮‍💨

Current platform where you post your works? Just AO3! I had FFN way back when, but I will not be going back there and will probably never claim those old fics. Small dribbles are sometimes posted here but not often.

Snippet of the WIP you are currently working on? This will be my 100th fic on AO3 and I am in love with it and can't wait 😭

Or… had been. Picking up the shirt from the counter Steve held it up against his body and couldn't keep the sad little laugh in. It was massive compared to him now. Shaking his head he balled it up and threw it in the corner. Would Tony even want him now? It was the question he had been trying very hard to push away but it kept coming back. This had started with sex for the former playboy, would this sudden physical change derail everything they had built together? The mirror fogged over, going opaque and saving Steve from having to see the tremble of his lip as that fear washed over him. Stepping into the shower he let the heat soothe him and tried very hard not to dwell on those dark intrusive thoughts.

Tags for @dedkake @spurious @sparrowsarus @colonelshepparrrrd @hero-in-waiting

#pulled way back to the old days for some of this #all the random shit im into right now #im just a fandom blob right now #tumblr game #ask game #asks #answers #fic writing #fan fiction #fan fic #fandom #writblr

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expensivemistake · 11 months

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🗣️❌💗!!

Wooooh thank you!!!

🗣️ - Talk about your favourite WIP

OOOOH favourite is really hard. Partly because I have so many things going right now it's hard to pick ONE, y'know? But I think my favourite is maybe the one-off Klaus AU one, just because it's for a version of Klaus I've really developed, but nobody on tumblr/ao3 would be familiar with, and it'd be a lot of fun to share it and branch out, because the ideas are, I hope, really quite intriguing for a lot of snippet-style things.

I think what excites me is that, if/when I do share it, I'll get to share it as a series rather than one continuous thing, which would be so cool. I really dig non-linear storytelling and would LOVE especially to have a whole other universe (which does still speak to Umbrella Academy canon) to sort of play with.

❌ - What WIP do you find the most challenging? Why?

GOD to be honest... This Wedding Chapter 5. It counts because I say it does.

I think the reason why it's difficult is because I haven't been talking/thinking about it over these last few months, largely because of my degree. Maybe I need to wean myself back into it again. I need to expand the playlist/listen to the playlist and work on the pinterest board, but also, y'know... write it, talk about it.

I fucking love that fic and still have so many things to write for it (real ones know one of the Klaine plans) but I've just not been there for ages probably because of my degree. I did start to reread chapter 5 so far at work the other day though and added a little bit, so it's defo not out.

Also not gonna lie it's sometimes logistically hard to write. Got to keep everything fitting with some of the constant events.

💗 - Is there a scene you can’t wait to write for a WIP?

BAAAH speaking of This Wedding, I can't wait to write when Klaine (redacted). But that one's top secret even though I think some people know what I might be refering to.

In terms of things I don't mind talking about though, for the seven part Umbrella Academy one, it's basically focusing on a Klaus scene with each sibling prior to when the show takes place. I've already written Luther and I'm halfway through Diego and Allison's scenes, but the one I'm most excited for is Viktor, which will be the last one I publish so probably last written?

As the fic is taking a two year plot structure (chapter 1 is 2007, 2 is 2009, 3 is 2011...) this one's going to be in 2017, the closest to when the show takes place (other than um... Five's chapter). I think I know it's going to be some small, fleeting exchange. They're not close but seemingly live in close proximity. And they've got a weird stalemate within the Hargreeves dynamics of just... nothing. Which will be FASCINATING to explore.

So yeah!!! Very excited to write that. The whole fic is all very interesting to me.

Thank you so much for these!!! It's defo helping me feel a bit more inspired, actually! xx

#ask box #theghostofashton #also you're more than welcome to ask for more details haha I just like my little bits of secrecy

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sleepy-achilles · 1 year

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Person who asked for “Leon’s Nightmare: 2”: That was awesome! Thank you so much❣️ I think a part 3 would be really interesting as well!

I didn't think at the time of me writing Leon's nightmare that it would become a multipart series. I'm loving it. I do wish I knew what my og plan for this was.

Normal Leon nightmare warnings apply. Are they needed? Probably not, idk I haven't written the thing yet. But better safe than sorry

The Family of Destruction- Leon's Nightmare part tree

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--Last chapter--

--three tasty years later--

Drew sighs as he places the towel around his neck. "You did great tonight kid. You may of lost the match but to your people? You won." Taker states. "Thats because I did. If solo didn't turn up I'd have that belt!" Drew snaps.

Taker doesn't respond. Drew looks at him confused. "What? What is it?" Drew asks. "Something is off.." Taker whispers. "Sorry about that old man" a familiar voice chuckles. "Been awhile"

Both men turn to see the familiar figure stood in the doorway wearing his signature smirk and a sudden beard.

"Leon?!"

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"Hey darlin" Leon smiles. Taker watches in amusement as drew punches his son. Leon groans and holds his face. "Okay, I deserved that" Leon mutters. Drew hisses as he shakes his hand. "Three whole damn years! You deserve a lot more than that!" Drew barks. Leon lowers his hand to reveal a bloody nose. Drew feels immediately bad but then remembers the times Leon taps his nose trying to be cocky and it sets off a blood fall. "I know that" Leon mutters. "Three whole years! Not a word! Nothing!" Drew yells. Leon doesn't say anything knowing drew needs this. "I married you! All of you! Demons and all! And you left me!" Drew continues.

Drew turns away and lets a groan of anger. "I can't believe you" drew whispers. "And yet you still wear the ring. Are you more upset I didn't contact or more upset I took too long to come back?" Leon asks. Drew glances down at his ring before clenching his fist. He hates when the bastard is right. "Im going to shower." He whispers before pushing past him and leaving.

Taker hums and places a hand on Leon's shoulder. "Some advice. Maybe don't profile your love after being gone for three years" Taker tells him. Leon looks at him. "Ill remember that one next time." Leon huffs. "Gonna tell me what happened?" Taker asks, not removing his hand off Leon's shoulder. Leon tenses and looks at it. "I've had a tough few years Dad. You might want to remove that hand." Leon warns quietly. Taker raises an eyebrow before turning Leon and pushing him against the wall, leaving a hand pressed against his chest. "You gonna keep that?" Taker asks nodding at the beard. Leon let's out a bitter chuckle. "I've been locked in a box in the middle of nowhere with hexes locking me in. I haven't exactly had a razor in fear of.." Leon trails off. "You know that wouldn't work, right?" Taker asks. "I've been human from the moment I shut that door to the moment before I open. Weird three fuckin years. Don't really wanna talk about it. The time or him." Leon snaps.

Taker hums and pretends to think about it. "How long did he have you possessed?" Taker asks. Leon sighs. "That night before I left. He actually touched me. Choked me. That's when he blew his own cover. Showed me that he was close and that I had to act fast." Leon mutters. "And is he gone?" Taker asks. "Yeah. I'm not possessed anymore." Leon states. Taker notes the lack of, no he's not here. "Now will you let me go?" Leon asks. Taker examines him. "You and me are hopping on a flight and you are going to apologise to your pa for disappearing." Taker explains. "What am I? 17 again?" Leon growls. "Act it, be treated it. Move. I'll go grab drew and cassie." Taker orders. "Yessir." Leon whispers.

Taker pulls away and watches Leon's eyes lower. Taker doesn't start. He knows Leon, what he just did? That was pushing it over the line. Taker knows better than to push too far.

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Drew walks into their house, Leon close behind. "You know I'm sorry..I.. I was a danger to myself never mind everyone else." Leon states. "Pizza?" Drew asks. Leon pauses and watches as Drew removes his jacket and kicks his shoes off. "I could go for pizza." Leon states. "Ill phone it in, go take a shower-" "Drew. I didn't have a match" Drew freezes.

Leon sighs and steps closer. "The last three years...I've still been here, haven't I?" Leon asks quietly. Drew looks back at him with watery eyes. "I missed you so much Leon.. why...why didn't you tell me?" Drew asks quietly. "I was scared"

Drew stares at him shocked. Leon never admits feelings like that, even with Drew. "What?" Drew asks. "I was scared he'd harm you. I..I had a nightmare the night I was attacked. About you..about hurting you. I couldn't. I had to leave. For you more than me." Leon whispers. Drew finds himself moving closer. "You scared us all Leon...your father couldn't feel you, John was having the weirdest night..well daymares..and nightmares..and I.. I was scared for you." Drew admits. Leon huffs and tilts his head down. "Just needed to hear your voice Lee...know you were okay" drew whispers cupping Leon's face and lifting his head. Leon smiles slightly. "Im okay" he whispers.

Drew frowns, rubbing his thumb over Leon's cheek. "You will be" drew promises quietly. Leon's eyes widen slightly. "You will be." Drew repeats before pulling him into a kiss.

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Leon stares at the ceiling, his mind hazy, unfocused. His ears picking up the sound of drews heartbeat, his chest sensitive to drews hot breathe against it. He strains his ears further to pick up Charlie snoring in the doorway. That damn dog appears anywhere, always scares drews cats. That damn dog should be dead. He was born months before Leon. And well Leon's old.

Back to Leon's current drama.

He can't move. He can focus on sounds, the way drews fingers twitch against his stomach in his sleep, the way the house smells of pizza still. And that damn nagging voice in the back of his head.

"Let me back in. I'll play nice...please.." Ministry whispers. Leon shudders as the ceiling forms into a face. Leon feels his muscles tense. "Ill leave him alone! Cmon!"

Drew groans quietly as Leon's chest spasms under him and his heartbeat suddenly fades. "Lee?" He whispers lifting his head. He sits up when he gets nothing. His eyes widen as Leon's body starts to shake, his eyes rolled back. "Leon!" Drew yells waking the dog up. Charlie barks and rushes over, jumping on the bed. Drew watches as the dog growls and snarls at something by Leon's side of the bed. "Charlie? Leon! Lee! Fu-fuck!" Drew gasps moving and grabbing his phone. His hands shake and his mind goes numb as he starts dialing 911. He stops as a hand grabs his wrist. "No hosptials" Leon's voice is distorted. Drews eyes widen. Not Leon's voice.

"Skelly?" Drew asks looking up. Skelly tilts his head and smiles. "Been awhile since I heard that name" he chuckles, his eyes glowing purple, the skeleton face paint suddenly on his face. "Whats happened to Leon?" "I didnt mean to scare you. Its been three years trapped in a dark box for me drew. He's not fed me because of that bastard trying to steal my vessel" Skelly huffs. Drew hits his chest. "Leon's body is not so-" "I know, I know. You tell me everytime." Skelly groans sitting up. "Whats he told you about ministry?" Skelly asks. "Nothing. What do you know?" Drew asks.

"I know that he is Undertakers younger form. A demon taker pushed out when he became human again. Its interesting, Undertaker has always been special, he gained many demons in his ves-body, ministry was always the most evil and dangerous one." Skelly explains pushing the covers back. Drew just watches, admires the way a purple light builds on Skelly body. It'll form a skeleton soon. It is why he's called the skeleton King after all. "Ministry was pissed and wanted back in. Problem, shawn michaels had changed taker a lot. Other problem, Ministry could linger, saw John but, John was human. Saw baby Leon michaels. Baby Leon michaels who wasn't fully human. Now him? That was something he could attach too. Not the only demon or spirit to attach to that damn baby. Unlucky bastard" Skelly huffs pulling some jeans on.

Drew watches him but doesn't speak. It was hard to get Skelly to talk, he wasn't going to stop him now. "He was going to use Leon to get to taker, but as Leon grew, he understood how powerful we were and decided he wanted that instead. And also, its more fun to kill a man whilst using his sons body" Skelly huffs. Skelly pulls a sweater on before looking at drew. "But you, you came along" Skelly points out. "Me?" Drew asks. "Yeah, really opened that human in him. You are his Shawn michaels to his undertaker. Kept me at peace let's say" Skelly smirks.

Skelly leans in close. "Real peace" he smirks. Drew scans his face. "Are you stronger than ministry?" Drew asks quietly. "If you are asking me if I'll keep you and Michaels safe, the answer is yes. When he keeps me fed and lets me. I don't like being locked up in the dark drew. And I don't like being hungry." Skelly smirks before pulling back. "So, where are you going?" Drew asks. "You know the answer to that pretty boy!" Skelly calls walking out.

Drew smiles and lays back down. "Asshole" he whispers, the smile still large.

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Notes

I have a feeling their might be a part 4. Idk.

I just knew this was the perfect chance to get more into Leon's demonology.

Finn has the Demon Prince. Leon has the Skeleton King.

Difference is both Leon and skelly are demons. Leon just happens to be born human, so hybrid whilst skelly is full on from hell. And they have both shared the same birthday and same body, they are the same person. Idk it's late. I'm tired. He's basically what ministry taker is to taker. You get me?

Enjoy :)

Oh yea, now that I've finally completed my task of introducing skelly (despite the fact he's always technically been here..i just have never gone out of my way to separate the two. Youll see it now though when rereading fics centered on lee), I will be taking yk questions about him.

#wwe #shawn michaels #the undertaker #wwf #hbtaker #undertaker x shawn michaels #shawn x undertaker #leon michaels #cassidy michaels #drew mcintyre #charlie doggo #the skeleton king #the family of destruction #the family of destruction fics

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wren-stirlinglove · 2 years

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Writing Your Name on My Soul (Part 2)

Follow-up to this. I think there will probably be five (maybe six) more parts, then maybe Connor's POV? Haven't really figured it out yet.

haha remember when I said this a few hours ago? the whole fic is up on ao3

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Dr. Rhodes rode in on a patient, and while Will was gearing up to continue their argument, he felt it die on his lips as the excess energy that constantly hummed through his body disappeared. Before he could fully process it, he had stepped out of the way and let the new trauma fellow have his way. At first, he hadn’t connected the dots— still too stunned by the stillness in his body. He walked away, going back about his day.

He was shocked that every time he bumped into Dr. Rhodes, his usual temper was reduced to something more like playful banter. It didn’t make any sense. Then towards the end of his shift, he’d heard some nurses talking about Doctor Connor Rhodes as he passed by. And all at once, it clicked, and he felt a terrible sense of relief and dread flood his body.

Will could feel the panic attack starting to build inside him so he got himself to the closest place of refuge he could find. Thankfully, no one else was in the lounge when he walked in, and he allowed himself to sink to the floor in front of the couch— out of sight from any co-workers. It had been a while since his last panic attack, and Will could feel his breath spinning out of control before he could even stop to think. He knew this was going to be bad, and he braced himself for it. Of course, that’s when the door to the lounge opened.

He knew who it was even before he stepped into the room. His breathing began to calm down, and he was able to get himself back under control. He wiped his hands across his face and leaned his head back against the couch, and that’s when Dr. Rhodes— Connor— noticed him.

“Dr. Halstead? Are you okay?” He flinched away as the other man stepped towards him, and Connor stopped in his tracks. “D- Do you want me to get Dr. Manning or Maggie for you?” He asked, his voice soft and unsure of what to do as he shifted his weight from one foot to another.

Will shakes his head. “I-It’s okay.” He hauled himself off the floor and looked at the clock. His shift was over. Connor doesn’t say anything else, but he apparently has decided that Will is okay because he turns back to his locker.

Immediately, Will understands. Connor just wants to ignore it. Pretend like they aren’t connected by souls or the universe or whatever. And it hurt that his soulmate didn’t want to be with him, but well, he doesn’t really want to be with his soulmate either. Still, it felt weird to not at least acknowledge it. Maybe Connor didn’t know his first name just like he hadn’t known his.

“Will.” He blurts out like an idiot, and Connor looks up, confused. Will’s heart breaks. Because there is no recognition. No flinch. He doesn’t even react as if he had heard the name before, let alone found it written all over his life.

And now, he has to find a way to explain himself. “It’s just- I was really harsh earlier, and if we’re gonna work together- you can call me… Will.” He winces at how stunted it sounded, but Connor just smiles and it’s bright and friendly and takes Will’s breath away.

“Connor.” He says, holding out his hand. Will reaches out and shakes it, then nods his head a couple of times before he moves to pack up for the day. He needs alcohol, and he needs it now. He hears the door to the lounge open and close and Connor is gone, and it’s almost a relief, except now the tight feeling is back in his chest— just not quite as intense as before.

Later, in the safety of his own bed, Will ponders what it means that Connor didn’t seem to know or care what Will’s first name was. And he came to the only logical explanation:

Connor is Will’s soulmate, but Will’s not Connor’s.

Of course, he’s never heard of it happening before, but it would be just Will’s luck if he was the first.

He rolls over to go to sleep and tries to forget the blankness that he saw on Connor’s face once he’d learned his name.

#chicago med #rhodestead #my writing #wynoms #wip

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anna-hawk · 2 years

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For the ask thing: since I'm a huge cinemaholic, this is a question about movies. What films impressed you recently? (I have a huge t watch list, but recommendations are still always welcome :D)

And one more question. A seasonal one :D Opinion on horrors? Any favs? Thank you! :)

Do I wanna look at when I got the ask? NOPE! Last week has been hectic ™️. That's all I'm gonna say, lol.

I honestly came up blank here for a second. I haven't watched a lot of movies recently, mostly shows, actually. And most movies have been horror or something along the genre, and not necessarily good 😅. IDK, my husband and I like to put on some random horror movie and fall asleep for a nap in front of it. Made us find some interesting ones, but also bad ones...

One of the good ones that I saw 2 weeks ago was “Mr. Harringan's phone”. I didn't know that it's based on a Steven King novella until the end, but it explained why I enjoyed it. I intended to fall asleep in front of it, but it was so intriguing that I ended up watching the whole thing and really liking it. A weird story that's typical of Steven King. I can't say that it's impressed me as such, but if someone is a fan of the genre, I'd suggest giving it a try. It made me pick up “It” from my bookshelf and finally give it a go, since I liked the movies (especially the initial ones).

Another I'd really suggest, and that did impress me because it's different from a lot of horror movies of this kind, is “A quiet Place.” Even the second one is pretty good for a sequel. I didn't really know what to expect when I started watching it, but the whole plot got me and sucked me in. I love Emily Blunt, and John Krasinski is amazing in it too. As is the whole cast, tbh. I have NEVER balled my eyes out over this kind of movie the way I did on this one. It had me at the edge of my seat the whole time.

As for seasonal? You'll have understood that horror (how often have I written that word now? XD), is a big part of the stuff that we watch here. I'm not into the really gory stuff like “Hostel” and all those movies, but a good slasher, or most importantly, supernatural stuff, this is more my thing. Because it creeps the shit outta me, lmao. The “Conjuring” is just EXCELLENT! Definitely something to watch for Halloween and not sleep for a whole week XD. I'm a wuss and will probably not look straight at the screen at times, but yeah, I enjoy those movies.

#lucy-sky #asked and answered #thanks for sending this one in #now I wanna watch the Conjuring hahaha

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Post #103: NM issues 55-58

While her X-Factor run keeps getting bigger and better, Simonson's New Mutants run is just getting started. Issue 55 opens with much lower stakes, as the kids are getting ready to go to a launch party for Lila's new album. I love their idea of punk rock outfits. When he sends them off, Max tells them their curfew is 1 am, which they're all disappointed at but it's later than any curfew I've ever had and proves that Max is a cooler teacher than Xavier. At the party, Rahne and Doug flirt a little. It's cute, and probably wouldn't have happened if Warlock was there, but he's still chilling with the Angels at this point. Sam is having a miserable time, feeling out of place and inadequate in Lila's world. Some of Lila's alien friends offer him some pills that'll help get his confidence back up, and he takes them, because even team leaders are dummies sometimes. Little does he know one of these guys is Lila's ex, and he's been trying to convince her to come back to the thieving game. Their big plan is to drug Sam, kill him, and dump his body in the river, which they hope will get Lila to come back to their gang. Kinda a weird plan. Anyway, it doesn't work, cause Sam's teammates see them fly off with his unconscious body and chase after him, ending in a battle in the middle of the city which causes some property damage to a tower on an island in the bay. Lila shows up and explains the situation and renounces her former friends, and she and Sam get a nice little happy ending. This was not a super great start for Simonson. I think what she's doing is trying to bring back the coming of age vibes from the beginning of the book to make Fall of the Mutants hit even harder, which isn't a bad idea, but if you're gonna do that you should fully commit and not toss in some random homicidal aliens. Also, over in X-Factor she's been preparing for Fall by continuously ramping up the stakes, which makes this story seem more lackluster. And I don't think this issue says anything about the Sam and Lila relationship that wasn't covered in the Sam Goes Home issue. Simonson does have a good voice for the whole cast, though, and once she finds her footing things will get better.

This is the first Amara focused issue since her initial introduction. Simonson has a much better take on her than Claremont did, to be honest. Under her pen, Amara is struggling to find a place to call home. She's recently gotten a letter from her father saying she needs to come home and get married, but she doesn't want to give up the freedom she's found here. She left home to find her place in the wider world, but she still hasn't really found it. Unfortunately, she's changed enough that her old home doesn't appeal to her either. In Claremont's run, Amara was just good at everything, and then he got distracted by Illyana and didn't do anything else with her. Simonson takes that characterization and says "okay, what's underneath that?" The answer we see is that Amara is good at adapting to her surroundings, so everyone assumes she's comfortable, but on the inside she's never really happy. Recently, she's been drawn to the Hellions as a possible new home, in particular to Empath, who she has a sick crush on. She'll have to confront that soon, when the kids see on the news that a creature named Bird Boy was being held captive in a tower in the city that they damaged in their fight against those aliens last issue. They decide to go track him down to fix their mess. Across town, the Hellions haven't yet left the city, and they see the same news report and assume it's some plan by the New Mutants that they should foil. The two teams find Bird Boy at the same time and start chasing him and fighting. I have already written and accidentally deleted this post like three times now, so I'm gonna gloss over the finer points of the plot, which isn't that interesting anyway. In the end, the Hellions hold Dani hostage. Amara demands her release, and when Empath tries to control her, he's shocked to see she can resist him. It's enough to persuade him to let Dani go willingly, right before Sam catches up to Bird Boy and Illyana ports everyone home. It seems like a happy ending, until Amara tells the team that she's transferring to the Hellions. A team member defecting from one team to the other is a no-brainer for a new direction for the rivalry, and Amara is a great choice for the one to do it. I do wish she had feelings for James instead, who apart from not being a rapist seems like he'd be more her type. But other than that it's a great story.

The next issue starts the next day, when Max discovers Bird Boy. He scans him with their little Cerebro scanner thing, which identifies him as neither a human or mutant. The New Mutants want to investigate further, but Max makes them go study for midterms instead, which is much less fun. They do get a break to say goodbye to Amara, who tells them she needs to find a new direction and a new challenge. They're sad to see her go, but take a little comfort in the fact that the Hellions are technically their allies now. Bird-Boy, who they rename Bird-Brain for some reason, seems to have human intelligence but absolutely no sense of how human society works. Rahne is obsessed with him, which makes Doug jealous and unwilling to try to communicate with Bird-Brain. The kids have the brilliant idea of taking their new friend to the mall, which backfires immediately and gets them grounded. But for Rahne's sake, Doug finally talks to Bird-Brain, and is able to sort of communicate, although his language doesn't resemble to conventions of any human language. Rahne is thrilled and hugs Doug, which makes him very happy, and Max allows Bird-Brain to join the team.

Very slowly, Rahne and Doug are able to start teaching Bird-Brain English. They discover he loves burgers and hates any images of zoos. After a bunch of wacky misunderstandings, Bird-Brain looks up at the full moon and breaks out the window. He steals a bunch of junk food and starts flying towards the ocean, until the kids are able to stop him. Doug is finally able to put the pieces together: Bird-Brain was created on an island along with other creatures like him. The full moon is the night of his and his friends' final test, and if they fail they're fed to monsters. Bird-Brain escaped, but he wanted to go back to save his friends, or at least feed them. The New Mutants decide they can't let him go alone, so Illyana ports them all to Bird-Brain's island, where they're immediately confronted by monsters. Oh also, at some point during this issue, Illyana teleported her brother to the X-Men to team up with them, which we'll see in Uncanny 225. It was not mentioned here but it becomes important in a couple issues. It does suck that there's not a seamless crossover, but that's to be expected now that the books have different writers. And now that Simonson is writing it, New Mutants and X-Factor will start to enjoy the synergy that this book used to have with Uncanny.

#wes reads xmen

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orchid, sage, aloe vera, and nutmeg :)

these are all such cool asks so thank you so much for asking!!

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

This is hard. I think there is lot's of "perfect" songs out there, but right now I'm gonna say Smile Like You Mean it by The Killers. I'm not much of Killers fan outside of Hot Fuss because it's an absolutely incredible album (Mr. Brightside and Somebody Told Me, c'mon!). But Smile Like You Mean it is just so.... It's not that deep, it's just a melancholic song about growing up, but damn does it perfectly capture that exact vibe, it's so effectively nostalgic even if you have no reason to be. Love the synths, love the... actually I just love everything about this song and it was apparently written in only 8 minutes.

sage ⇢ what ‘medium’ of art (poetry, music, fiction, paintings, statues etc.) is the most touching to you? why do you think that is?

I am a very sentimental person who gets hella emotional over any art because I decided to give meaning to everything. Even weird abstract modern art makes me emotional. I'll think about the person who created it, and then I'll think about everything that happened in my life that led me to be where I am experiencing this particular piece of art. But if I had to pick one that affects me the most, fiction probably - even though I am a visual artist myself. Couldn't tell you why, maybe it's the projection? Or because I can't write fiction myself unlike how I can draw for myself? Actually now that I think about more, it's the escapism, definitely the escapism.

aloe vera ⇢ what’s something (mundane) you really want to experience in life?

Oh so many things. So so many. Maybe not all that mundane but let me think...

To live alone. To go on a trip to another country alone. To go camping with friends or a friend. To stay up all night outdoors with friends or a friend (oddly specific on that one). A Vietnamese coffee (why haven't I had one these yet?! Like I go for Vietnamese food all the time but its always for dinner and thus too late for coffee). Someone to hug me for a solid five minutes (while standing up, so it's not cuddling, just a long ass hug). I'd love to experience having a penis. I gotta try LSD at least once. A massage, I've never had one but also I think I might hate it because strangers! touching! my! skin! Swimming in a natural hot spring outdoors while it's snowing, I think I might've done this before, but it was a long time ago. Decking someone in the face (justifiably). Meeting an online friend IRL. Shooting a crossbow. Kind of want to know what it's like to be stabbed, but I got to be careful what I wish for. Using a film camera while on a trip and only seeing all the photos I took when I get them developed later. Filling an entire sketchbook or journal to the very last page, having made good use of all the space.

nutmeg ⇢ how’s your room/home decorated? do you have a specific theme or style going on?

I still live at home with my parents, in a place that built in like 2015 with a very modern style. I hate it. My dad doesn't like "vintage" stuff so everything is super white and neutral and square and smooth and BORING. My room is white and the cupboards are smooth with plain silver handles, absolutely no character. But I make do. I collect weird knick knacks from thrift stores, I have a collection of vintage picture frames. I have a big old map on my wall. I have a very small gothic looking couch I have crammed in my room. I have a medieval looking chest and a fancy jewelry dresser thing, and uh a bunch of Romanian tapestries and table runners with no where to put them. My room is a Frankenstein design disaster. When I get my own place, It will not be this modern. I'm painting the walls Burgundy, black, or dark green (maybe all of those depending on the room). The furniture will all be dark oak and bought from Value Village or FB marketplace and all my vintage frames are gonna cover the walls chaotically filled with cool old paintings and various historical figures from like Joan of Arc to Vlad the Impaler to Karl Marx to Louis Riel to Mary Shelley. Dark Academia is the theme I guess, but a little spookier, and a little more magical (I will put all normal things like food and toirletries into jars and bottles). I'm literally halfway there already, but I can't execute it properly because I'm stuck in small space and am not allowed to paint the walls. One day.

#mbptp asks #tysm for the ask #long post #I poured my heart into this omg im sorry

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DON'T STEREOTYPE ME!

ep. 33: wouldn't last a minute (written)

synopsis: heeseung and y/n - two victims of a mutual skinny love. too shy egoistical to confess, too similar to one another. but what happens when she secretly takes a liking to her bestfriend's closest friend, jay?

warnings: not proofread. word count – 2.2k

knocking on the front door of heeseung's apartment, you waited patiently for him as you heard a mix of yells filled with excitement and despair through the other side - from both him and sunghoon as they were playing a friendly game of FIFA.

chuckling just thinking about how it was probably sunghoon who lost, knowing that heeseung is a better player. like how he is was in real life.

finally, you heard soft footsteps approaching as you gripped the mcdonald's bag that contained supper for the three of you, bought out of your own will of course. some nuggets for yourself, a big mac for heeseung and a cheeseburger for sunghoon as a friendly gesture.

"y/n !!! you finally came", heeseung voiced out in excitement as he opened the door to see you smiling back at him.

you noticed that the entire house was dark except for the light coming from the tv in the living room and the light sensor of the doorway that just came on.

"why wouldn't i come? i felt like i haven't seen you in forever, and i brought you mcdonald's", copying his tone as you handed him the paper bag while taking off your sneakers.

standing up straight with shoes off your feet, you immediately engulfed heeseung in a hug with your hands around his waist and him reciprocating by having both his long arms around your neck, making sure the bag doesn't topple over.

"are you two just gonna stand there or what" a voice was heard from the dim living room with a tiny head peeking out mimicking a curious penguin.

Oh. sunghoon.

heeseung patted your head and gestured you to go ahead to the living room while he proceeds to the kitchen. stubborn, you tugged onto the side of his loose shirt not wanting to leave his side.

"i don't want to go there alone, theres sunghoon too and i don't wanna engage in a conversation with him right now", whining as you eventually followed him into the kitchen.

little did you know, sunghoon was eavesdropping.

well, what else could a man do when his best friend who left the game paused is in the kitchen doing something else with his other friend who he hasn't talked to in days.

"it's not like he's gonna kill you", heeseung set the bags on the kitchen counter.

"but it's dark and he'd actually kill me", mumbling as you watched him take out plates to place the food in.

"and you know.. we can just eat it straight from the package right....?", deadpanning to hee as he started taking out a certain special tableware.

a pink hello kitty one to be exact in contrast to his monochrome plates on the main shelf.

"i'll only let my princess eat from her favorite plate", he declared with innocence in his voice.

like as if there's nothing weird about doing that as a gesture to your best friend, your best friend who you shouldn't have such feelings for.

choosing to stay silent, you stared at him in awe as he plated all of the food and condiments, not missing the fact that he looked a little bit confused as to why there was a cheeseburger knowing neither of you liked the particular pick in the menu.

"oh, i got that for sunghoon just in case he wanted something to eat as well", you confessed.

"y/n.. did you lace it in poison..", heeseung squinted his eyes at you trying to get an answer because theres no way you did something nice for someone you didn't even like.

you objected to his statement and walked quickly to the living room where sunghoon was in, carrying your designated hello kitty plate and your drink.

the deer caught up with your footsteps as he had the rest on his hands.

"hey sunghoon this is y/n, and y/n this is sunghoon vice versa. i have brought you guys together in hopes for you to finally get along", heeseung emphasized as he crouched slightly to settle the food on the coffee table.

a mix of "okay" and "yeah" were heard by heeseung in response to what he had previously said. not a single hello back to neither sunghoon nor yourself. a tough one for heeseung tonight.

maybe it was a mistake bringing you two together, an innocent thought that went through heeseung's mind.

sunghoon stared at the cheeseburger that was presented in front of him as he took a sneaky glance your way and saw that you were looking at him too as a sign that the burger was meant for him to indulge in.

you sat next to heeseung closely as sunghoon had taken the other far end of the couch initially. it's not that you didn't want to sit close to sunghoon, it was that heeseung's sofa was weirdly long.. too long that you wondered if they actually sold this in ikea.

either way, heeseung started a new game with sunghoon as you munched quietly on your nuggets while resting your head on his shoulder and an arm wrapping his.

you felt your eyes slowly getting heavier by the minute as you weren't that interested in watching two men stress over a pixelated ball.

of course, there were moments where you were startled by heeseung suddenly jumping up to scream over a win or sunghoon yelling "in your face" to heeseung while both of their eyes are glued to the tv screen.

in your heart, you knew that you'd always be rooting for heeseung to win in all the games he played anyways.

heeseung took notice of you slightly dozing off and tapped your cheek to wake you up.

"do you wanna try playing?", he softly suggested in a light whisper.

"no it's fine, you can continue playing", giving him a smile as you went back to rest your head on his sharp shoulder blades that you oddly find comfortable once again.

"y/n wouldn't even last a minute playing FIFA", sunghoon joked, lifting the mood up a little.

"and you wouldn't last a minute in a woman", counter-attacking the sole man that was sitting on the other end.

heeseung was quick to end it before it escalated by suggesting to get ice cream as dessert after consuming the grease. how typical.

"just because you have a 7-11 on the ground floor of your apartment building...", sunghoon muttered, "but sure! i want the classic magnum if you're paying, thank you!".

"i was thinking we could all go together since it would be fun", the doe-eyed boy proposed.

both you and sunghoon whined even further and even argued that it was heeseung's idea so he should go alone since the two of you were too lazy to get up.

to heeseung, it was much like the river crossing riddle we all learned in elementary school. the one with the tiger, goat and a bundle of grass. there was no way he could leave the two of you alone not knowing what could happen.

nevertheless, he trusted that hoon and you would behave and not cause a ruckus since the exhaustion was apparent in one another.

grabbing his wallet, heeseung walked out as he took note of both your orders - a classic magnum and a cornetto. not forgetting sunghoon's little comment that only losers love ice cream cones and yours being that you hoped he chokes on his wooden stick. whichever one it may be.

now.

hearing the door close, you turned your head to sunghoon who was on his phone.

Settings ㅣ 2:57am

don't make it so awkward.

You ㅣ 2:57am

shut up.

tossing both of your phones to the side, you went closer to one another. okay, maybe just you as sunghoon stayed still in his position not wanting to get up. what a lazy bum.

hoon opened his arms lazily as you dipped into his side of the couch to give him a slight hug.

"so do you wanna tell me why you're kinda avoiding me today?", sunghoon questioned understandably.

"i was just having fun with taehyun and beomgyu", somewhat snickering at the thought of it. reminiscing the moment where beomgyu had taken too much of the brownies he made and ended up in cloud nine earlier today while taehyun was out of his mind tweeting random stuff which he should not have on his account.

"so like they're your new toys now?", he teased as you responded by smacking his shoulder.

you knew he was just messing around and was not mad at you bailing him since it was a casual arrangement anyway.

an arrangement that finally clicked to you that it was wrong. don't get me wrong now, of course, you knew it was terrible but after much clarity, maybe it was never the right choice.

it wasn't like sunghoon didn't think of the same, he very much did.

he cared about your friendship with heeseung and knew that it was bad to sleep with his best friend's crush who he, himself, isn't in love with. neither were you.

it was just the pleasure and excitement of sneaking around to have a good time and not staying for long but it blossomed into a great friendship. where most nights would just be you and him talking about how each other's days went or even a game of scrabble.

you see, sunghoon isn't the type to fall in love with a woman so easily. of course he loves you, but not in the way heeseung does.

you love him too, just like how you love jake. basically, an fwb relationship gone right with no complications other than the fact that you were doing it behind someone's back.

the guilt caught up to you ever since jay came into your life as well. these days, hanging around with jongseong in school was great. he was smart, funny, helpful, and more. the mere crush turned into something else and maybe you bailed on sunghoon to prove to yourself that you could end the relationship before getting into a new one.

be it with jay or heeseung.

cutting the comfortable silence, you voiced out to the boy who was still next to you.

"i feel like we may not bring the best out of each other".

"and i'm okay with that.", sunghoon avowed.

"but am i?" are you?

it took a second for sunghoon to register that you were being serious. and he proceeded to remind you that it was okay to halt whatever you two had going on since it was never that serious anyway.

certainly however with the behavior you have, you didn't want to. at least for now. he was special to you like you are to him, as a friend.

what exactly do you even want?

all that you knew was that you hated yourself for reaching this point as you knew you'd eventually lose one of the boys if you chose one of them in the end.

giving hoon a lazy smile, you shook your head lightly with no meaning to it and went back to your side of the couch nonchalantly as he started throwing a pillow to the back of your head out of nowhere.

"oh its on bitch", you announced when you felt the pressure smacking your brain.

thankfully, heeseung's long couch supplied enough cushions for you and hoon to use as weapons against each other.

a light (aggressive) pillow fight had begun, energizing the two of you in the middle of the night. it was fun, nothing harmful, no possible production of babies, just joy. almost dying from cackling too much.

speaking of heeseung, it has been nine minutes and he's still not back yet..? is he milking the cows to make some magnum bars.

but of course, he comes in the right time as you heard the front door opening. in your active state, you tried to control your laughter and be serious as you sat on your side of the couch with sunghoon mirroring your actions.

he tried his best to keep his usual serious face on as heeseung came to your sight with the desserts in a bag.

"hey guys, sorry i had taken my time there was a cat in the lobb-", heeseung's doe eyes widened as he saw how messy both your hairs were and the state of the living room.

"you guys didn't fight did you..?", heeseung enquired as he analyzed his surroundings.

see if it was soobin instead of heeseung who had walked in, he would have thought that hoon and you were going in like rabbits as usual. but this time, let's keep it a little pg.

"there was a roach because of the mcdonalds y/n bought", sunghoon came up with a lie while still keeping in a straight face. what is wrong with this dude..

heeseung sighed picking up some pillows that flew to the corners of his living room.

"haha yeah sorry bout that.. let's have the ice cream before it melts!!", quickly diverting the topic while secretly glaring at hoon and giving him the middle finger as hee wasn't looking.

spending the rest of your night like usual - watching hee and hoon simultaneously play rounds of FIFA with heeseung snuggled up by your side.

both of you forgetting that your shared best friend, heeseung, has a security cctv camera placed in front of the tv facing the couch's direction.

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johnkrrasinski · 3 years

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started from a call

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Pairings: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Word count: 3,610

Warning: angst with a happy ending! that's all.

Summary: written for @wkemeup's 9k writing challenge with the prompt "character a leaves an embarrassing, drunk message on character b’s voicemail and spends the rest of the night trying to discreetly delete it from [b]’s phone." inspired by a bit of ross and rachel from friends too. you found out from steve that bucky was in love with you in high school but after he returns home with a girl in his arm, you cancelled your plans to tell him how you feel. will you and bucky have your happy ending?

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"Alright, I'll see you tonight. Bye." He leaned against the kitchen counter and hung up the phone with a grin on his face. "You hear that, Sam? We're going on our third date tonight." He threw his phone up into the air and caught it so casually without spilling a drop of his coffee sitting on his right hand. "Looks like I'm getting that 300 bucks soon."

"Hey, easy. You ain't going to that date yet, who knows? She could bail on you. It doesn't count if the date doesn't end well."

"Oh, but it will. I just gotta turn on my charm and next thing you know, we're already meeting the parents stage."

"Meeting the parents? That's a big step from you, Buck."

"Hey, I'm a man of my words. If I said that I'm going to change this year then I'm gonna stick to it."

"So Leah isn't just a one-time thing to get 300 bucks?"

"Maybe yes, maybe no. We'll see how tonight goes. But one thing's for sure is that I'm getting that 300 bucks."

Sam and Bucky made a bet as their New Year's resolution that Bucky would never go on a second date with any girl or remember to call her in the morning after a wild night. His commitment issues had given him a reputation as the player in the gang. It wasn't a new thing anymore to anyone that when they visited Bucky's place in the morning, they would see a girl with a dopey smile and slightly ruffled hair walking out of his apartment, giddy that Bucky just made a promise to call her later.

You, Natasha, Wanda, Sam and Steve were hanging out at Nat's place. The six of you had been friends since college. You, Nat, Bucky and Steve had known each other since high school and the four of you kept in touch despite going to separate universities. You met Wanda when you went to NYU and Steve met Sam while he was in Harvard. Long story short, after the four of you graduated, you and Wanda lived together as roommates and even started your own bakery business. Steve and Bucky lived in the same building as you and Natasha and Sam lived nearly alone. They were too independent for roommates. Don't even start on Natasha and how much she valued her personal space. That's how the six of you ended up here, gathered at your place on a Saturday afternoon.

"Are you gonna pick her up tonight?"

"Of course. Gonna clean up well, bring her some flowers and knock on her door at 7 pm precisely. Which girl isn't gonna fall for that?" Bucky walked over to the couch you and Nat were sitting on and leaned on the headrest, his arms caging both you and Natasha.

You didn't say anything nor did Natasha because she knew about your feelings for Bucky. Despite never feeling that way about Bucky in high school, your feelings changed a week ago after learning that Bucky used to be in love with you but never had the courage to tell you. That's why he never had a girlfriend during his high school years and he wanted to take you to prom and confess his feelings to you but he was too late. Another guy had already snooped in first.

You were his first love but it wasn't reciprocated until now. That's why in college, he learned how to get over you and slept with as many women as possible because he felt like he lost four years of his life of finding the one. He never intended to be a player and feed girls empty promises, it just kind of became his way of dating. He was too afraid that no one could live up to you yet he enjoyed being with women. Hence, the bet.

The day you found out from Steve about Bucky's past feelings for you while playing truth or dare, you immediately wanted to call him up but Bucky was out of town for a few days and as soon as he was back home, he had Leah in his arm. Your heart was crushed. Wanda told you that it would probably last for a few days and that he'd eventually be single again but you totally did not expect this thing to turn into something serious. You loved Sam with every fibre of your being, he was like the big brother you never had, but you wanted to curse him for making that bet.

So you just rolled your eyes and stayed silent throughout this entire conversation, even though your heart felt like it was being stabbed over and over again. "Alright, I gotta go. Got a big date tonight. I'll see you guys in a few hours." Just like that, Bucky walked out of the room without knowing the pain his words caused you.

The next day you were sitting in your bed watching The Notebook in your pyjamas because you were too heartbroken to do anything productive. It was Sunday so you could just have a whole day to yourself and do absolutely nothing but cry. Wanda knocked on your door bringing a plate of cookies and she had a pitiful look on her face. "y/n? Sweetie? I made you these cookies, they might make you feel better." Sometimes you thank the stars for bringing her into your life.

"Thank you, Wanda. You're so nice to me." You know you probably sound like a hormonal whiny kid but everything made you cry at the moment.

"Do you need anything else? I know how it feels to get your heartbroken, trust me. When me and Vision had a fight and we didn't talk for days all I wanted was to curl up and never leave my bed, so in case you need anything, I'm here." She offered you that warm smile of hers.

"No, all I want right now is to just eat these cookies and go back to my film, thanks Wan."

"Okay, I'll be outside." Your pity party was interrupted when Nat arrived in her leather jacket and burst into your room.

"Get up, you are taking a shower and you're getting that face beat."

"Natasha, what the hell? Leave me alone."

"Y/N, listen to me. I got a date for you. His name is Scott and he's a real nice guy, he's funny, he's a good friend of mine and he is really smart. He is so much better than Bucky, I promise you. Now c'mon, I already told him that you are meeting him tonight at Stark's restaurant at 7."

You whined, doing anything you can to get her to leave you alone with your tears and your cookies but you knew that once Natasha set her mind on something, there's no talking her way out of it. Damn that woman with her determination.

"Y/N, c'mon! Wallowing all day isn't you. I know you and what's good for you. That's why I found you a great guy who will charm you so good that you will forget Barnes even existed. You can't let him win, y/n. If he's going to be happy with someone else, then you better show him that you can be much happier with other people."

You stared at her, trying to absorb her words. There's some wisdom in that. You're not the type to cry over a guy, not even for even Bucky Barnes. So you let Natasha drag you to the shower and asked Wanda to do your hair when she does your makeup. She chose an outfit for you, a dress that was not too sexy but chic enough to leave a good first impression.

Scott was early to the restaurant and he looked elated to see you. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie and he had a really exuberant smile on his face, the type that drew people easily. You could see why Natasha called him a nice guy.

"Wow, sorry, I just- didn't expect you to be this beautiful."

"Ah, thank you, Scott. Have you been waiting long?"

"No, not at all. I just arrived here like five minutes ago."

The night went on and Scott did most of the asking and talking, you answered each question curtly with forced enthusiasm in your face and body language. You weren't even listening to half of the things he said because your mind kept playing images of Bucky with Leah and how you heard from Sam that the date went well so he lost 300 bucks. You kept thinking about Bucky and Leah and how they would probably get married and have kids and live in the suburbs with a golden retriever while you'd still be single and you'd compare every man you meet to Bucky. Maybe it was your karma for not reciprocating his feelings in high school.

Five glasses of wine and you spent more time nodding than talking. Honestly, all you wanted to do was to just go home and go back to The Notebook because their love story was much better than your love life. Scott woke you out of your daze, "Natasha told you that I was cuter than this, did she?" after you gulped your sixth glass of wine.

"Oh Scott, I'm so sorry. It's not you, it's me. I know it sounds cliche but it's just... I'm not in a place where I'm looking for a boyfriend. You are a really likeable guy and I swear, if we had met at another time, maybe I would be a better date but right now, I just- I have someone else in my mind." You sighed, it felt like a relief to get that off your chest.

"Is this guy... an ex-boyfriend?"

You chuckled, "no... He wishes."

Scott nodded, "look, I don't know what your situation is but I've been through a divorce and it's never easy. But eventually, you'll be fine. You can't see it now because you haven't had closure." Then it was as if the bulb above your head was turned on.

"That's it. Closure, yeah. That's all I need. Okay, give me a minute. I'm gonna call him now and I'm going to get my closure."

Scott sat there watching you comically trying to find your phone in your purse and tapped on Bucky's contact number. The normal you would be sweating with every ring but intoxicated you had no worries in the world... For now.

"This is Bucky. Can't pick up right now, leave a message." Beep.

"Hello, yes, Bucky! Or James, should I call you James? I always thought Bucky was a weird name. Anyways, I'm just calling to tell you that I am fine and I am on a date with Scott. And speaking of dates, I just gotta tell you that I'm happy to hear that your date went well. And that, my friend, means that I am over you. That's right, I'm over you. Tell Leah I say hi." You said sarcastically.

You hung up the phone and threw your phone back into your purse. You felt like you just won a chess game.

The next morning you decided to sleep in because your heart was pounding and you could barely sit up without feeling like you might fall. You were supposed to be working at the bakery but since you owned the bakery, Wanda let you sleep it off until you recover. You couldn't remember anything from last night, how you got back to your apartment was a mystery. You tried to put the pictures together, from being forced to go on a date, meeting a guy named Sean? Simon? Sebastian? Scott! Yes, Scott. You ordered your meals and then... Nothing, it was all blurry. You weren't even sure if anything happened at all after eating your meals.

The apartment was empty because Wanda was working at the bakery and it was just you with your hangover pills. Bucky came to your apartment without knocking because Wanda told him on the phone that you were home. He greeted you with a smile and asked about your date.

"Uh, let's see. I think there was a restaurant, I know there was wine. And there's a guy, Scott and pretty much that's all I can recall."

Bucky made a yikes face. Seeing the state you were in, he could do the math (of the wine you had). You probably enjoyed the alcohol more than the guy. What a doofus, he thought. If he was the one going on a date with you, you'd definitely remember every detail from last night.

"Leah's downstairs and I'm taking her back to her place but I left my keys here last night. Have you seen it?"

"No, check the drawers. Maybe Wanda put 'em there."

"Ah, okay." He opened the drawers and found the keys to his bike.

"Did we... Speak on the phone last night?"

"Nope, my phone was dead and I didn't charge it all night so I haven't really checked it. Why?"

"Nothing, nothing. It's just... Never mind. My memories are a bit hazy right now. You should go, say hi to Leah for me."

Bucky nodded as you walked back to your room to go lie down. Your question reminded him that he should probably check his phone now because there could be work-related messages but the first thing he heard was a voicemail from you. "Oh, y/n. I got your message!"

That instantly stopped you in your tracks. Your eyes went wide and you froze. You immediately turned around and ran to grab his phone away from him. Bucky had a confused look on his face, "who's Scott?"

"Oh my God, no, Bucky, give me the phone. Give me the phone!" But it was already too late, he was already halfway through your voicemail and by the time you successfully snatched his phone out of his grasp, he had already heard every word.

Bucky stood there dumbfounded, he needed time to process everything you just said to him. "What do you- what do you mean you're over me?"

"Oh, God... Alright, um- lately, I've um- sort of, have... Feelings for you." You never had to chase a guy or confess your crush first so this felt new and my God, it was nerve-racking.

"You have feelings for me..." He said it as if he was convincing himself that his ears got it right. Bucky couldn't believe the words that just escaped through your lips, for years he had dreamed of this moment. Though never did he ever want you to make the first move but adolescent him wanted to hear you say what he'd been wanting to say to you too.

He didn't say anything for what felt like minutes and you couldn't decipher his thoughts from the look on his face. "I need to sit down," he pulled one of the dining chairs and leaned on his side in a defeated posture.

"Bucky... Please say something." You alerted him in a hushed tone, not wanting to startle him than you already did. But he didn't. He was lost at words. What the hell was he supposed to tell her?

"Look Bucky, I'm sorry for telling you this way but I had to. I just- I've been wanting to talk to you about it since you came back to New York, well- actually, since Steve told me but-"

"Whoa, Steve told you?!" He interrupted.

"Yeah, it just accidentally slipped when we were playing truth or dare..."

"Okay well," he stood up from his seat, yet he still couldn't look you in the eye. "I can't do this right now, Leah's waiting for me downstairs and I gotta go." He basically ran out of the room and slammed the door behind him, leaving you alone.

Once your hangover had begun dissipating, you decided to help Wanda at the bakery and took the night shift. She must've been exhausted from managing the bakery alone while also helping the employees in the kitchen so you told her to go home and leave it to you. The bakery's usually slower at night.

When it was nearing closing time and your employees had gone home, you decided to clean up and turned off the lights and checked everything one last time before locking the door. The bell above the door dinged and you were slightly annoyed because who the hell comes to the bakery at this hour?

"I'm sorry we're clo...sed." It was Bucky. He stood there in a black coat, with an expression you still couldn't figure out. "Bucky, what are you-"

"You have no right to tell me that you've got feelings for me." His tone was harsh, he never spoke that way to you or anyone... Ever.

"What?"

He walked closer to you, maintaining his gaze, "You can not tell me that you've got feelings for me now when I'm doing well with my life and Leah..."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"I was in love with you for years! Years, y/n! And you never said and did anything and now when everything's going well you're ruining it!"

"I am ruining it?" You repeated the question because you couldn't believe what you just heard. How dare he said those hurtful things to you.

"Yes! I was doing fine with Leah and now I don't know what's going to happen with me and her anymore..."

"Yeah, well, I was doing fine before I found out that YOU were in love with me and never had the balls to tell me!" You did everything you could to not cry, you hated crying in the middle of an argument.

"Hey, it's not like I didn't try. There were your ex-boyfriends and your dates and I had to move on. I couldn't wait forever! And now, now you're too late."

"Oh, so what? You're just gonna walk away and pretend that this never happened?"

"Yes, I'm going to do exactly that and I'm going to go see Leah." He turned around like he did earlier in your apartment and left you alone once again with your heartbreak.

"Fine! Go ahead and see Leah because I don't give a fuck about cowards like you or whoever you sleep with." You slammed the door and tried everything you could to not have a breakdown here because you really hated letting an argument hurt you. You sat on one of the chairs where the customers would sit and you hid your face with your hands and cried.

Not because you just lost an argument but because of what Bucky said and it felt like you had lost Bucky before you even had him. Now there was no hope left for you and Bucky, things were too complicated.

You didn't know how long you had cried there, alone, in the dimmed lighting of your shop but after you felt like the tears had dried, you wiped the traces of your tears from your cheeks with the back of your thumb. You stood from your seat and was ready to go home. You couldn't wait to eat some leftover pizzas, take a warm shower and cry into your pillows until you fall asleep.

But when you were about to leave, you saw Bucky standing on the other side of the door, watching you through the windows with a softer expression on his face. You opened the door and Bucky instantly grabbed your waist and kissed you as if his life depended on it.

You gave in to his kiss, letting him pour every desire and yearning into your lips for as long as he wanted. You grabbed his face because you wanted him impossibly closer and you shut your eyes, letting your guard down. Because it was Bucky, and you'd known him for as long as you could remember and you both deserved this moment.

Bucky eventually pulled away until both of you were running out of air. You were breathless from his kiss, you never knew he was such a good kisser. (It's Bucky and he's had a lot of women on his bed, of course, he was excellent at it. Who were you kidding?) But now that you've had your own front-row experience, you felt a tad of possessiveness at the thought of sharing those lips or any part of him with anyone else.

"I couldn't go back to her knowing you are here alone and I had thrown away what I've wanted for as long as I could remember."

"I'm glad you came back." You pressed your foreheads and you rested your hands on his chest. You could get used to this.

"I hope it's not too late to say this but, y/n y/l/n, will you let me take you to dinner and see a movie after maybe?"

"I wasn't the one who said it's too late," you halfheartedly teased him.

"Shut up, so is that a yes or a no?"

You bit your lip and nodded, "yes. Definitely a yes." You stared into his ocean blue eyes, so deep and beautiful, you could easily get lost in it.

"y/n y/ln, I'm going to put all of your ex-boyfriends to shame."

"Hm, we'll see about that." You put your arms around his neck. Then a thought crossed your mind and your smile faded away, "what are you gonna do about Leah though?"

"I'll talk to her in the morning. Let's take you home now, yeah? It's getting late."

You bit your lip and nodded, "okay."

Ninth grade you dreamed of popular jocks and athletic seniors, but little did you know that, sometimes, the one who sincerely loved you was the book nerd who loved The Hobbit a little too much.

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