#loll can you tell i really love writing dialogue?
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Hi Sun, could I please request some Alejandro whump headcanons? How does this man react to being taken care of? I love your writing 💜
CW: Sickness, Injuries, Canon-Typical Violence
thank youuu anon!!! also sorry for the wait😭😅
I did ramble a bit, so sorry if it doesn't make sense or things get repeated
Also I wrote this at 2 veeeery different times so sorry again😭
as always, no beta read, and feel free to ask for clarification on anything :))
My dude is man-cold kinda guy It has nothing to do with the fact that he doesn’t know how to ask for affection and you always cuddle with him when he’s sick
But only for unimportant things. A cold or a sprained ankle?
He's dying, needing you to cater to his every need
But if he's seriously sick or injured he will push himself till he passes out
You have threatened to tie him down if he does not obey his medical leave
Case in point:
He had some lung issues after pulling Rudy from the fire during the whole Hassan fiasco
He got pneumonia because he didn’t rest and exposed himself to cold, wet environments
Oh and he had fracturedbruised ribs from his time with teh Shadows
Of course he didn’t go to the doctor, and you were out of town and couldn't force him to
You walked in on him coughing so hard he couldn't breathe
Blood was splattered on the floor as the coughing aggravated his ribs which aggravated his lungs which made him cough and then it'd start all over
You watched in horror as he choked, as he tried to inhale something other than his saliva
The 12 minutes and 47 seconds it took for Rudy to get to your house were the longest of your life
He was confused when he woke up in the hospital two days later, until he saw you sitting next to his bed, your hand in his, head lolled to the side as you slept.
You gave him a reaming of a life time
"Do you not care Alejo? About yourself? About Rudy? About me? Do you not care what we would feel if you died because you're too Godsdammed stubborn to ask for help? You made this-"
"Ay Cariño, you are beautiful when you cry."
"Don't try to flirt you're way out of this Vargas, I am so worriedmad at you right now."
"I am sorry Amo-"
"Don't do this again Alejo,. I don't think I could handle walking in to find you...because you didn't take care of yourself, okay?"
He hit a wall at that point in your tirade, and you could see it
You climbed into the bed with, curled up so your head was on his chest and fell asleep, the first peaceful night you'd had since coming home and finding him
Things were different after that
It was slow going, but you could see him making an effort to tell you when things were bothering him, to not deflect his emotions and issues
You make him chicken noodle soup when he's sick
And then you'll climb in bed with him and watch Disney movies until he falls asleep
You don't kiss him when he's sick because, ew, germs
But you'll cuddle and run your fingers through his hair
Your dialogue when he's actually hurt vs. when he's exaggerating is drastically different
"Sick" days look like: "Ay, you'll feel better baby." "You're no' gonna die, it's just a sprained ankle." "Do not kiss me Alejo." "Yes baby, we can watch a movie."
Sick sick days look like: "Alejandro sit your ass down!" "Do not make me call Rudy over here." "What do you think you're doing? Alejandro!" "Alejo, baby, why won't you let me help you?"
He got sick 2 weeks after you moved in with him
Like really, actually, sick(he had the flu)
Your first clue something was wrong was when you woke before him
The man had woken up at 6:45 am on the dot your whole relationship, so you knew something was up.
The heat you could feel radiating under the covers was the second
You were fully prepared for over-dramatic, whiny, clinginess, just like he'd acted when he got the cold a couple of months ago
So you were surprised when he got out of bed and started getting ready for work
Your third clue something was up was the fact that he didn't notice you watching him lean against the door for support as he pulled his pants on
"Alejo?" He spun around to face you, honest to god swaying on his feet
"Alejo, baby, you can't go to work like that."
"Like what?" His voice had just the slightest quaver to it
You looked his flushes face, his trembling hands, the way he was leaning against the door and sighed
The only reason you even got him back to bed was because he had the day off, he had just wanted to train
It hurt a little, how he didn't ask you for anything. He didn't beg you to cuddle or hold him, in fact it didn't seem like he wanted you there at all
Not because he wasn't being loving or because you felt unwanted
But because you knew it came from a childhood of misplaced trust and neglect.
He made it clear he didn't want to be touched, but you still hesitantly placed your hand on his forehead to check his temperature
The way he pressed into your palm and the small, shuddering sigh he gave broke your heart.
In the end you had Rudy pull him from the schedule, and spent the next week curled up with him in bed
You got into a very heated argument on day 3, which ended with you in tears and him coughing so hard he can't breathe
When you stayed with him, rubbing his back even after everything, things got better
He still doesn't like being a burden, but it's a start
He didn't/doesn't like your desire to care for him, not because he didn’t want it, but because he didn't know what to do with it/doesn't understand it
He’s spent his whole life in a warzone. He’s never had the opportunity/ability to sit back and let someone take care of him.
It wasn't that people didn't love him as a child, but in-between the drug-trades, gang fights, the cartels push for power and the subsequent war launched by the government, the struggle to survive outweighed any of his problems.
"Alejandro, we can't afford a doctors visit right now, you'll just have to drink some water." "Ay mijo, you have to be more careful, I can't afford the hospital bill to fix your arm, we'll just have to wrap it up at home." "Alejandro I already told you, we can't make it to the ceremony." "I can't, we can't, you can't..."
He’s used to patching himself up, used to people not having time or resources to care when he’s injured. It why he over plays the little things, because he didn't worry anyone when or take up precious time when his ailments could be fixed with a band-aid
His family was too busy making sure they survived to give him the attention a child required. It's why him and Rudy are such good friends.
They spent more time with each other than with their own flesh and blood.
My man does not like being open, and Valeria's betray
He deflects, much in the same way he did as a kid, by overplaying the little things so no one notices the big things.
For the longest time you had to have Rudy text you when Alejandro got injured, because he wouldn't tell you
Anyways hope you enjoyed my rambling!! I tried out a new format so lmk how you like it! Oh and reqs are open :3
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You and me made three prt 8
*** You and me made 3. Prt 8
Premise: Lance accidentally winds up pregnant and begins to reevaluate his relationship with his long term boyfriend
Scene: Lance works splitting his time between teaching on Altea and back on Earth his family. Keith works on both diplomatic and sneaky sneaky missions for Diabazaal and the Blades of Mamora. Things used to be good, but Keith’s been pulling away for months and Lance does the dumb panic. Set 5 years after season ewght. Supportive Shiro because I’ve been writing too much negative Shiro… and Curtis is a big arse nerd boy. Soooo much dialogue.
*
“Fuck, Lance…”
Lance hadn’t planned on having sex. He hadn’t planned on doing the do until they’d done the further talk… but with Keith being a horny little shit, there were just some things more important than behaving
“Take a moment, just breathe through the discomfort”
“No, I’m good… shit, I’ve missed this”
That was so Keith. He’d been trying to shower alone, but Keith had noticed he wasn’t in bed, coming up behind him for morning kisses which had turned heated enough for him to be dick deep in Keith with his boyfriend sprawled back on the bathroom cabinet. Drawing back and thrusting hard, Keith moaned as his head lolled back
“God, marry me already”
“What happened to my Prince of Diabazaal?”
“He got dicked down by his boyfriend… shit, did you get bigger while I was gone?”
“No, you just had to wait like two months. Stop clenching so hard or you’re going to snap it off”
Lance hadn’t wanted to show Keith his changing body. Keith totally trampling over that plan too. Age really suited Keith, their bodies no longer that of gangly teens. He still had some stomach tone, but nothing like Keith’s battle toned abs. Knowing he wouldn’t last long, Lance didn’t bother holding back
“I didn’t exactly plan this”
“Tell me which part you didn’t plan. The part where you came up probing my arse or the part where seemed horny as hell as I prepped you”
“Both… shit, babe. Slower or I won’t last”
“Idiot, I’m not going to last that long either”
That was why he took his time prepping Keith past Keith begging for more than his fingers
“Don’t hold back, babe. If you want me that bad, show me”
Feeling Keith ripple around him, Lance bit down a moan of his own as he drew back and thrust against, Keith nodding quickly
“That’s more like it… right there”
Making a mess out of Keith, Lance was glad no one else got to see Keith like this. He loved their sex life, and though feeling as sexy as a bag of potatoes it did wonders for his confidence that Keith could still want him so badly. Panting as he came down, his boyfriend cum was splattered up those abs so much, mixed with his own from pulling out so clean up wouldn’t be as bad. Collapsing against his boyfriend, Keith wrapped his arms around him. Normally Keith was a walking zombie before coffee, but this was nice too. It’d never really been about who topped or bottomed, but more about how they ended up when in the mood
“Shit, Lance. I feel fucked”
Snorting at his boyfriend, Lance nuzzled into Keith’s cheek
“You’re not the only one… are you okay?”
“If you mean can I feel my heart beat in my arse, then I’m very very okay”
“Mmm… good. But I think we’re going to need another shower”
Keith had other plans, his boyfriend moving his face to tug on Lance’s earlobe with his teeth
“I think I need to take you back to bed and show you my appreciation”
Panic came from nowhere. Or perhaps the idea of they’d made two babies by accident, and didn’t use protection just then. Lance’s voice wobbling slightly
“Unfortunately we have a date with the beach”
“Babe?”
Of course Keith picked up on it when he wasn’t meant to
“I want to go to the beach and we both can’t be nursing sore arses”
“I feel like that’s not it. Is it sex with me?”
“No… yes, but no. If it was sex with you, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have just nailed you on the bathroom counter. Now we both need showers, and you need coffee”
Trying to pull away from Keith, Keith kept his legs looped but took Lance’s face in his hands
“Babe, I’m not going anywhere. Tell me what’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s really wrong… but… well, how do we know you can’t get pregnant”
Keith let out a snort of laughter, before putting his foot in it
“Babe, I’m a guy. I have guy bits”
Yeah. Because it was hilarious until actually quiznakking happened. Lance’s tone cold as he pulled Keith’s hands off his face
“So am I”
“Shit, sorry. You know that’s not what I meant”
“Even if I do, you laughing… I feel abnormal enough as it is. Heaven forbid anyone finding out that your pregnant boyfriend just fucked you”
Keith slid off the bathroom counter with a wince. Lance feeling slightly sympathetic and a whole lot pathetic
“Lance, no. I love you. I don’t care what they think”
“You laughed. Don’t you think I feel bad enough?”
“I know you do. I’m sorry. It slipped out and it was a dumb thing to say. I’m not ashamed to be fucked by you. If anything I think we’d make a fortune if we swapped to porn”
“That’s going too far. But this body, this bump, I don’t feel sexy…”
Gesturing to his body self consciously, Keith finally got a clue. His boyfriend closing the space Lance had put between them before looping his arms around Lance’s waist
“From where I’m standing, you’re very sexy. I mean, you did also just rail my arse into next year. And don’t go blaming it on me being pent up. I’m pent up because I don’t want anyone else. Nothing ever feels as good as you”
Lance sighed softly. He knew his problems in his head would probably take the whole pregnancy to get over
“I’m sorry. But… everyone laughing… that’s my biggest fear now. I don’t want to be poked at. I don’t want to be laughed at. I don’t want the whole intergalactic media talking about it… I don’t have any confidence in showing you how I’ve changed”
“Idiot, I love you for you. This body is just a very very nice perk”
Groping him as if to prove a point, Lance closed his eyes, letting out a measured breath before opening them
“You’re on thin ice, samurai”
“I’m sorry. This is why you didn’t want to continue in bed, isn’t it?”
“A bit… we… we made two babies by accident. Two is more than enough and what if… you know… what if you get pregnant? What if something goes wrong?”
“I don’t think you can get pregnant again. And I’m not sure, but we have condoms and we can ask Coran. And this tummy, I’m not going to run away. Let’s take that shower, then have breakfast. We’ll head down the mountain once I know you’ve eaten enough not to faint on me”
It was going to become a thing. Keith was going to use this pregnancy “against” him, whether his boyfriend noticed it or not. It wasn’t like being pregnant was some terminal disease, and the idea of Keith coddling him for the next 8 months sounded about as appealing as having sex with a weblum
“I’m not going to suddenly go around fainting”
“Not with me around… if it counts, the sex was good”
Only because it was with Keith… His boyfriend was just too hot… He hadn’t brought condoms with him, so if Keith expected to get physical again then he was going to have to get creative, or accept the mess
“I could tell. It wasn’t a bad view either. You’re definitely unfairly hot”
“Nah, you’ve just been deprived”
Keith’s tone hinted at maybe getting handsy again, which wasn’t happening. He wasn’t falling for Keith’s cuddles in the shower a second time
“And as much as I loved fucking you, I need to shower. And you need to wash up unless you’re going to spend the day all crusty. And don’t go saying it’s a badge of honour”
“It could be. Fine, but only because I know how much you want to go to the beach”
*
Keith cringed as he listened to Lance throw up wetly. Their beach trip postponed due to the eggs Lance had started frying for breakfast. One sniff and that was it. Keith barely remembering to turn the fry pan off before following after Lance who’d bolted for the bathroom
“Babe, are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fiiiiine. You don’t need to keep asking”
He’d been kicked out. Not so much as kicked out, but Lance had made shooing motions with his hand
“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do”
Keith really didn’t. He didn’t love sightseeing on his own, nor did he want to leave Lance throwing up and feeling miserable on his own. He couldn’t help but cringe again at the sounds coming from the bathroom. He was likely to lose Lance down the toilet if he stuck his head any further over the bowl
“Why don’t you go call Shiro?”
“I’m okay…”
“I don’t need an audience”
Lance’s tone told him not to argue. He’d nursed Lance through plenty a hangover, as his boyfriend had also done for him. Generally when they were both regretting the night before they’d be cuddled up in bed silently suffering together
“Babe, I’m going to go check in with Shiro”
“Don’t let me keep you… and make sure you have breakf-…”
As if he had an appetite after hearing Lance throw up. Maybe they shouldn’t have had sex? Not that he had any complaints. He’d woken up a couple of times during the night to find Lance grinding against him, forcing himself to ignore it and let his boyfriend rest
“Got it!”
Grabbing his comms and taking them for a walk back to the kitchen, he had a message from Krolia asking how Lance was. That generally meant she’d be calling them later… Something he didn’t feel like dealing with. Finding Shiro in his contacts, Keith eyed the half done eggs with a sigh. He should really eat, even if he didn’t feel like it. Hitting dial, he set his comms up on the bench and started the gas up again. His brother taking his time to answer
“Hey, Kiddo. Sorry, I just got back. How are you?”
“Better than Lance. Back from where?”
In the background Curtis yelled out
“He took Kosmo for a run”
Shiro would be nodding if he could see him
“Did you hear that?”
“Yep. He’s not being too much of a pain, is he?”
“Nah, he’s alright. He’s missing you though”
“We miss him too. If he gets too much I’m sure I can work something out”
“You just focus on working things out with Lance. How’s all that going? Have you gotten your mind around it all?”
“I think I’m still in shock. Managed to put my foot it in earlier. Lance was scared he’s going to get me pregnant…”
“And you pointed out that you’re a guy”
“Pretty much”
“How’s he doing? Has he been eating?”
“He kept dinner down last night, but he’s throwing up pretty badly now. It’s kind of… confronting. I mean… he was throwing up yesterday, but this morning…”
“Yeah, I get it, kiddo. Have you guys talked?”
“A bit. We talked over dinner. He didn’t want to think about things so he kept asking me to tell him more about Diabazaal. I tried talking to him about Coran, but he’s so scared that everyone’s going to laugh at him that I think it’s going to take some time”
“Yeah, he was like that with us. Have you got much planned?”
“He called the kids last night, and he did want to go to the beach today”
His brother laughed. His timing on point as Keith tried to flip the eggs and broke the yolk. Keith had never conquered not breaking the yolk and today wasn’t going to be that day either
“I bet you’re loving the idea”
“How can you tell? Did I tell you we’re on a fucking mountain?”
“Yep, we looked the place up to. He certainly picked a place with a view”
“He rented a whole goddamn villa. Last night we had vegetables forced on us. He’s gone and he’s made friends here”
Curtis must have come closer to Shiro’s comms, his brother-in-law laughing it up
“Oh, no. Not vegetables”
“He made me eat vegetables and salad”
Shiro echoed Keith’s over exaggerated horrified tone
“Oh, no. It must be horrible having a boyfriend that cares. Curtis, help, Lance cares about Keith”
“Whoa. I didn’t see that one coming. Shiro, babe, are you sure?”
“He’s even making Keith eggs”
“That settles it”
The pair were weirdos. Keith butting into their banter to defend himself
“I’m the one cooking at the moment. What’s wrong with eggs?”
Curtis took over from Shiro
“Nothing’s wrong with eggs. It’s your pattern. When you and Lance are home on Earth, we could win GAC betting he’d make you eggs the following morning”
Keith shook his head to deny the comment, before remembering they couldn’t see him
“Not always”
“Yes, always. You get back, you eat dinner, you sleep, then he usually gets up before you to make eggs on toast for breakfast. Then you come out shuffling around like a zombie until you get your coffee. We know. We’ve seen it all before”
“Oi, I make him breakfast. I can cook”
Lance didn’t complain all that much about it when he cooked for them. He liked to think he’d improved… despite what Curtis had to say on things
“Of course you can, Keith. Don’t stay on the call with Shiro too long, he’s worn himself out trying to keep up with Kosmo”
“I’ve got check on Lance anyway. Both of you are horrible”
Shiro chuckled. They were probably laughing it up
“We’ll talk to you later, kiddo. Say hi to Lance for us”
“Nope. Go away. I’m making my boyfriend breakfast”
Ending the call with Shiro, somehow in the two seconds it took to cut the call Keith had burnt the edges of the two eggs. He wasn’t serving burnt eggs to Lance. Not when there was a high chance that Shiro and Curtis would hear about it later. He’d show them. He could totally take care of Lance and make him breakfast…
Half an hour later and Keith was rather proud of himself. He’d made them both eggs on toast, with no burnt bits, plus a coffee for each of them… before trying to make it look appealing on the kitchen table. Also trying his hardest, he’d forced himself through two cups on coffee, and not to go check on Lance, who came walking in gingerly as he rubbed at his stomach. His boyfriend’s face brightening up as he looked at their breakfast
“Aw, babe. You made us breakfast”
“Uh… yeah. I was trying to give you space”
“Thanks. I’m not used to throwing up with an audience. Curtis took the hint when I hit him in the head with my boot”
“You mean you kicked him?”
“No, I threw it at him and he failed to catch it. You didn’t have to”
“Trust me, I did”
Coming over to him, Lance wrapped his arms around him
“Let me guess, Shiro insulted your kitchen ability?”
“Curtis, actually. Apparently you always make me eggs on my first morning back”
“That’s because I do”
“You do?”
“Yep. You didn’t seem to notice, so I didn’t bring it up. I thought it was my little thing, but it sounds like we’ve been caught”
If Lance was telling him it was true, then it had to be
“I’m sorry I never noticed”
“It’s fine. I mean, I never really asked if you like eggs”
“They’re fine… Speaking of fine, feeling better?”
“Not really. I’m sorry you had to see that. It’s not the most glamorous side of pregnancy”
Keith wasn’t about to have Lance being self conscious over something else he couldn’t control. Placing down his cup of coffee, he turned in his boyfriend’s hold
“And how many times have you had to put up with me after a night out?”
“Almost as many times as you’ve put up with me. Actually, no, I’ve been worse than you”
“You had your hands full trying to recovering. If you don’t feel like eggs…”
“Let me stop you there, mullet. My boyfriend made me breakfast, so I’m going to eat it. I can’t promise it’ll stay down, but thank you all the same”
“You don’t need to thank me for making you breakfast”
“I do and I am. How’s the hips feeling?”
“Like someone rammed his dick up there”
“Then my work here is done. Why don’t we eat outside?”
But he’d worked so hard to make it look nice inside. Then again, the kitchen smelt of egg and he didn’t want Lance throwing up because of it. Giving his boyfriend’s minty lips a small kiss, he smiled at how cute Lance was. Keith knew he’d cooked before, but for some reason he felt stupidly happy that making breakfast for Lance had made him so happy
“Yeah, okay”
Taking breakfast outside, Lance ate every bite. He may have taken three times as long as Keith, yet Keith found himself once again proud of Lance. With only a hangover to compare things too, he knew he’d been dangerously close to throwing up again had he had eggs for breakfast. Caught by Lance, his boyfriend sighed at him, lowering his coffee cup as he did
“Babe, is there a reason you’re staring?”
“I’m just proud of you”
“For what? Eating breakfast?”
“There’s that… and then there’s how strong you’ve been”
“Keith, you don’t have to be proud of everything. It’s embarrassing”
“Not for me. Both of my idiot brothers thought I’d ruin breakfast”
“I’ll be sure to let them know you didn’t. But tomorrow I want to make breakfast for you. It’s something I actually look forward to”
“Probably because I don’t know how to use half those weird ingredients on Altea”
“I’m still figuring it out. Have you thought about maybe where you’d like to go next? I know you’ve seen the map”
He had. Keith knew he was about to upset Lance, but unlike him the day before, he knew Lance would hear him out
“I was thinking we should visit Mami. I know you’re scared. I’m not saying we tell her. But we’re both going to cop an earful for being on Earth and not telling her. If we go now, maybe it’ll be okay? I mean, we can say we’re travelling because you’re teaching the kids about Earth. So we can’t stay too long, but long enough that you’ll see her and she won’t worry as much because you’re with me”
“And what if I said I’m not ready to lie to her?”
Lance and his Mami had been thick as thieves. His boyfriend had felt horrible about needing time away from his family by taking his teaching job
“It’s the same with Krolia. We’re not lying… we’re just not bringing it up. We can take Shiro and Curtis with us to run interference… You’re not showing… and… Honestly, I’m a little scared”
Lance snorted as he took a sip of his coffee, then wiping at his nose with a glare
“You had to say that”
“I didn’t know you’d be snorting coffee. We can take Kosmo and check in on Kalternecker…”
“Babe, the last time we took Kosmo it took the chickens a week to start laying again”
“It’s not my fault he found them so fascinating. But we can always hang out at Shiro’s for a bit, or the shack? Somewhere we can be ourselves”
“You mean you’re worried about my stress levels. I’m not made of glass”
“And I’m not saying you are”
“Then can I enjoy my relaxing vacation with you first? You seem more excited about this pregnancy than before”
Keith sighed. He didn’t know that he was and he didn’t know that he wasn’t
“I’m still shocked, but until we get more answers I think you’re going to have to deal with my nagging”
“I’ve noticed. I get you’re worried, but as selfish as it is, I don’t think I can cope with you worrying so much. I am however assuming that you’re okay with me being pregnant?”
“We can’t undo it… and I don’t know, maybe we’re at the age where we should be settling down. I’ve wanted to cut down my hours for months. Then something else would happened…”
“And I know how much you worry for Diabazaal when you’re not there. Mumma K knows she can call. I’m surprised she hasn’t already”
“She’ll call tonight. She already messaged me, and I know she’s got my comms linked so she can track me”
“And that right there is why I’m as worried about Krolia as you are about Mami. I mean, how do we tell them? If… if we go through with this, we have to tell them. People thought my marks were weird enough”
“It’s no stranger than my being half-Galra. Or Shiro’s arm”
“It’s funny how it’s so personal when we’re the ones going through it, but when it’s someone we love we’re totally fine with it”
“I’m sorry that it happened the way it did. I know you dreamt of the white picket fence and a few adopted kids, but I’m not sorry we’re in this together”
Keith didn’t expect Lance to get up and walk around the table before wrapping his arms around him
“You have no idea how much I needed to hear that”
“I think I have some. I don’t want you to think you need to hide anything about this from me”
“I know you don’t, but it’s a lot for my head. I have a belly already and I have no idea if that’s normal. I mean, what if they come out but they look like fish?”
“Then we’ll buy us an aquarium”
“Babe, I’m semi-serious here”
“So am I. We’re the best team in the history of Voltron, or have you forgotten?”
“How could I ever forget that?”
“I don’t know, you told me it often enough”
“I’m still sticking to your mullet blocking out things you really should have been listening to. Now can we please get ready for the beach?”
Keith still wasn’t keen on the beach, but given Lance’s level of excitement he couldn’t say no
“Only if you let me do the dishes”
“Nooooo, you cooked”
“Just think, you’ll be able to tell Curtis that I cooked an edible meal and I did the dishes”
“You’re going to make him jealous”
“I don’t care who’s jealous, because this arse is all mine”
“Right back at you, mullet. I love you”
“I love you, too. Go get ready for the beach. It’ll be a trade off in jobs. I’ll do the dishes while you pack”
“I think you mean a compromise”
Keith shrugged
“I’ve already been in one compromising position this morning, another’s hardly going to hurt”
“Why can I never win with you?”
“I’ve been trained by the best. I’ll be there soon”
*
There were tourists. When Keith had arrived the day before, the beach had been basically empty. That luck not carrying onto today as he glared in their general direction. Despite being pregnant, Lance had taken coming down the damn mountain like it was nothing. And sure, Keith had insisted on carrying the bag Lance had packed, but he hadn’t counted on the sheer number of people that were down there.
“Babe, quit glaring so hard”
“But there’s tourists”
Laughing as he patted Keith on the shoulder, Lance pointed out the obvious
“You do realise we’re tourists too?”
“I know, but they weren’t here yesterday”
“That’s because they’re probably on a cruise from island. They run off the mainland. You didn’t complain this much in Cuba”
“Cuba’s different. You grew up surfing there…”
Cuba got a pass because Lance loved it so much. It wasn’t that Keith hated the beach, he didn’t, he simply would have prefer it hadn’t been so far away
“I’m sure we’ll find a good spot anyway. They’ll do their own thing and we’ll do ours. The sun is good for you”
“I’m counting on you to remember that when I’m burnt”
“That’s why I packed sunscreen. I’m intending on finding a sunny spot and letting myself bake. We can rent a beach umbrella if you’d prefer?”
“Nah. It’s fine. I’m surprised you have so much energy”
“Then you can remember that when we’re climbing back up the mountain. Besides, we’re on holiday. Being shut up in the villa doesn’t seem that fun when all you’d be doing is looking after me. Suck it up, Princess”
Sucking it up, Keith followed Lance down the beach away from the jetty. Lance had always loved the water, the memory of their utter devastation at the pool in the castle being on the ceiling came back to mind. Sure enough, they’d worked out how to go swimming, but what really stuck with Keith was it felt like that was truly the first time he and Lance had worked together. Letting Lance pick the perfect spot, his boyfriend seemed to forget feeling self conscious as he stripped his shirt off and stared at now very blue looking water
“I’m thinking sun, then swimming, then sun. I brought the beach ball too”
Blinking at Lance, Keith then gave a shake of his head
“Is there anything you didn’t bring?”
“Rude. There’s snacks, water, my comms, your comms, a change of clothes, towels, sunscreen and a book in there. And I figured if I threw up I’d aim for the ocean”
“Lance, babe, you’re scaring me. Besides, Shiro told me you only go for a few days at a time. Why a week this time?”
Lance looked at him as if he’d asked the dumbest question ever, before sighing at him
“I didn’t know how my morning sickness was going to be, and I wanted at least one day laying by the beach forgetting everything in my head. Plus, you know, I wanted to recover from that fucking mountain and not have to trek it three days in a row. Anyway, first thing’s first, you need sunscreen”
Keith was low key sure that Lance applying sunscreen to his back looked somewhat pornographic to anyone watching. Straddling him from behind, his boyfriend paid special attention to the tight muscles in his back. Keith sporting a semi that he was mortified over, opting not to roll over so Lance could do his front. The sun on Diabazaal didn’t feel the same as the sun on Earth, nor were the beaches anything like Earth’s. He surprised himself feeling ready to nap as his body soaked in the warmth on the pebbly beach.
Setting up is own towel next to him, Lance laying on his stomach worried him… but Keith wisely kept it to himself. His boyfriend grinning from ear to ear as he rested his head on his crossed arms and looked across to him
“See, I totally told you it’d feel good once we got here”
“I’m reserving my right to bitch later”
“Good. We definitely deserve this. I might even move here when I retire”
Lance might be enjoying himself, but moving here… If they were going to end up anywhere it had to be Cuba or Diabazaal. Keith mentally cringed at his somewhat squeaked reply
“Really?”
Lance cracked up, rolling onto his back as he did
“God, no. You should have seen your face. You were like how do I tell him I hate the mountain. Oh, babe. We are not moving here”
“Jerk”
“Yep, and guess what, last one in the water is a loser”
Taking off down the beach, Keith needed a moment before yelling “oi” after Lance and legging it after him. Splashing into the water, Lance happily ignored the cold, Keith cringing as his momentum sent him falling face first. Coming up gasping, Lance was nearly doubled over as he called his hands and wheezed with laughter
“Oh my god, Keith. What did you trip on?”
“I don’t know, but I do know you’re too dry”
Lance tried to back away, Keith grabbing him around the middle and pulling him down with him. Both of them coming up laughing as his boyfriend looped his arms around him, Keith hefting him up by the arse with Lance then taking the hint to wrap his legs around him
“Hey, babe. Do you have any idea how wet you make me?”
Groaning at his boyfriend’s idiocy, Keith shook his hair, dousing Lance in the spray
“Probably as wet as you made me. I think my balls have shrunk back up inside. It’s fucking freezing”
“Yeah, but I’ve got a hot boyfriend. Quiznak, I forgot the beach ball”
“The beach ball can wait. Are you okay?”
Lance moved his hands up, Keith the only thing keeping his balanced as he took his face in his cold wet hands. Kissing him deeply, his boyfriend couldn’t seem to stop smiling
“Mhmm. I’m more okay than I have been in months”
“Good, I’d have to drown you if you weren’t”
“You love me too much to drown me”
“I might drown you a little if you over do it. You’re not about to puke on me, right?”
“No. Not at this exact second. You’re making things about the pregnancy again”
“That’s because you are”
“And right now, I don’t want to think about it. I want to have fun at the beach with my boyfriend”
Keith supposed he really hadn’t been that much fun with his worrying
“I’m trying. Oh, look, what’s that?”
Turning his face, Keith watched Lance out the corner of his eye until his boyfriend had followed his gaze, before letting himself drop and submerging them both. Lance clinging to him like he was clinging for dear life as they came up, his boyfriend glaring hard, despite his smiling lips ruining the effect he was going for
“That wasn’t fair”
“You’re the one who fell for it”
“I will have my revenge. When you least expect it, your arse is mine”
“I’m looking forward to it. Race you to that rock over there”
Lance turned to look for the rock, Keith dunking him again. What he didn’t expect was Lance to yank his board shorts down, before swimming back out of range as Keith rushed to hide his junk. It didn’t matter how old they got, Keith wasn’t sure they’d ever grow out of this.
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I need some good ol' fashioned wounded/dying Obi-Wan with Qui-Gon freaking out. Centered on this prompt: 20. “Please don’t leave me, I can’t do this without you.” My first time requesting a prompt, seems fun!! 😉
Good ol' fashioned wounded/dying Obi-Wan? Say no more, I got you! 😉 Thanks so much for the prompt, @jediash!
From these caretaker dialogue prompts:
20. "Please don't leave me, I can't do this without you."
A red lightsaber pierced through Obi-Wan's abdomen just as his own blue lightsaber slashed through Maul's chest.
Qui-Gon was vaguely aware that he was screaming, but he was focused solely on Obi-Wan. Maul's body, halved now, tumbled into the reactor as Obi-Wan collapsed to the ground.
The ray shields cycled out, and instantly Qui-Gon was running to his Padawan's side.
"Obi-Wan!" He slid on his knees as soon as he was close enough and placed on hand fervently over the gaping wound. Obi-Wan groaned as Qui-Gon applied pressure, writhing in his arms as if he was trying to escape the pain.
"No, don't try to move, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon said, quickly undoing the obi around his waist and pressing it to Obi-Wan's stomach. "Just hold on, alright? We need to get you help, we need to--"
His eyes darted around the room as if a doctor would magically appear. But he knew there was little chance. They'd been isolated by Maul, and there was a battle taking place in the palace and surrounding areas.
"It's -- alright, Master," Obi-Wan choked, blood trickling out of the corner of his mouth. "Had to be -- this way."
"No," Qui-Gon said, shaking his head. "Don't say that, you're going to be just fine."
Obi-Wan snorted, then groaned as the movement jolted his stomach. Qui-Gon took the comm from his belt and hailed an open channel. "This is Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, requesting immediate emergency medical attention in the main reactor room."
He waited for a few seconds. There was no response.
"Again, this is Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn, requesting immediate emergency medical attention in the main reactor room. If anyone can hear me, please respond. We have a critical wound here."
There was only dead air on the comm. "Shit," Qui-Gon hissed, dropping the comm on the ground and only barely resisting the urge to throw it. Everything was spinning out of control, and his carefully-maintained calm was quickly leaving him.
Obi-Wan, meanwhile, was growing too calm. His eyes were beginning to slide closed.
"Stay awake, Obi-Wan," Qui-Gon urged, touching his face. "Don't fall asleep on me now."
Obi-Wan hummed, a high-pitched, painful whining sound, but opened his eyes.
Qui-Gon needed to keep him talking. "Why did you run ahead? Why didn't you wait for me?"
Obi-Wan smiled slightly. "Was either me or -- or you," he rasped. "Better like this."
"What do you mean?" Qui-Gon asked, glancing at the ray shields again as if someone would somehow appear between them.
"Had a vision," Obi-Wan said, voice muffled like his tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth. "You dying. The Sith. Couldn't let..."
His lips moved slightly but it seemed he couldn't muster up the energy to continue the sentence.
Tears sprung to Qui-Gon's eyes. "Foolish Padawan," he said, not meaning it in the slightest. "Why didn't you just tell me?"
Obi-Wan's eyes were sparkling. "Be mindful of the... Living Force, young Padawan," he quoted at his Master.
This was normally where Qui-Gon would huff a laugh and tell his Padawan that what he really needed to be mindful of was his cheek, but he couldn't. Not in this moment.
"'s alright," Obi-Wan said again, eyes closing. "Will of th' Force. You can..." His voice trailed off again, and when it returned, it was barely more than a murmur. "Train the boy."
His head lolled back and he became limp in Qui-Gon's arms.
"Obi-Wan?" Qui-Gon said, shifting frantically. "Obi-Wan!" He tapped Obi-Wan's face, trying to get him to wake up, but it was no use. His Padawan was unconscious, or worse.
Qui-Gon bowed his head, forehead touching Obi-Wan's chest. "Please don't leave me, I can't do this without you."
He felt Obi-Wan's chest continue its weak rise and fall, and urged it to continue. Hold on. He just had to hold on...
Thanks for reading! Requests are open! (with a caveat: the latest three requests I have in my inbox all use the prompt "I know it hurts, I'm sorry," so I humbly request that future requesters steer clear of that one! I'll still write the ones using that prompt that I have in my inbox, of course, but for anyone else I'd love it if they picked another prompt on the list or came up with their own. Thanks so much!!) Requests are currently closed!
#another open-ended one!#ahhhh I love whumping on poor Obi-Wan#is that a verb?? eh who cares#thanks for the prompt!!#obi-wan kenobi#qui-gon jinn#my writing#prompt fills
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ok long feedback time bc i like to talk. i haven’t done such a long in-depth feedback in months so i figured it was about time. it’s kinda all over the place but i’ll try to organize my thoughts.
here we go, time to disect this 12k monster masterpiece (also don’t mind the incoherent fangirling. it’s me. skrtskrt. you should be used to this)
my favorite parts:
the scene where the reader fakes shit to get younghoon to notice her. honestly? comedy GOLD. never kept it up but its something ive done in the past akajsk. needa start doing it again for attention though
secondly the part where the reader gains a different perspective from younghoon at the study session. i liked how you wrote out the dialogue, you could really sense how there was a bit of tension between the two characters with the insensitive reader. just the way you wrote the reader’s carefree personality overall in contrast wity younghoon’s slight coldness was my favorite. also you said i liked bad guys and wouldn’t like this fic (?) WRONG. i like all men LMAO.
my favorite lines:
“he seems so guarded all the time that making him open up to the idea of love might be a challenge in itself."
idk man something about that sentence hits me. i really like it too bc younghoon really does give off those kept to self vibes yk? he a real softie inside tho wbk
“Would it be so bad to just stay in his arms forever? You wanted to drown in him, to be so overwhelmed by his love that you forget everything except for the sound of your own name coming out of his mouth. But unfortunately, he couldn't be the solution to your problems if he was also the cause of them.”
ok i said this before but i truly mean it every single time. i love the way your words flow to express emotion. like you always focus on word building and all that stuff but i think everything about your writing is flawless. amazing writer things!!
"But you can't exactly break my heart if I never fell for you in the first place.”
ok that line just hurts but we love angst so it’s ok. Plus Y/N deserved that. i be bitter too. also the way you broke my heart man…
"Honestly, aren't we all trying to figure that out?" he says thoughtfully. "I don't think it can be defined in just one way; it's something that we learn a little more about each day. The stories we live to tell and the events that shape our lives—they may teach us to love the world a little more, and by extension, each other. So in a way, love can be anything you want it to be."
OK FIRST OF ALL. You know a fic is GOOD when the author manages to make you fall in love with the lead character. (in this case Younghoon) idk how but you manage to do it everytime jiejie… like i’m falling for him bad. SECOND OF ALL. honestly as someone who doesn’t really believe in love but finds the idea temporally fun (iykyk lmao) but like i loved that whole paragraph. you didn’t jump straight into the i love you but instead dived deeper beyond the surface of the topic. considering the circumstances they dealt with, the way you described love was perfect. but fr tho, as time goes on, we’re always learning so everything we do and the people we meet will end up shaping our views on things (in this case love).
ok wow this was so long. SORRY LMAO. i’ll keep it short next time but i like to ramble. also unrelated but i really want juyeon as my chem partner still. that fic is still my fav loll, no one ain’t ever topping that. also i’m curious was your major in college biology? you always seem so interested in science loll, ok bye i talk too much🔫
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this is coherent dw!! omg you even organized it by lines 🥺
yes i turn up the charm on purpose sometimes for attention too HAHAHA it's fun. and please, what is there to like about men 😔 maybe just men written by women. but anyway, i kind of treated this like a character study? recently i've noticed that sometimes the characters sound the same in people's fics so i've been kind of self conscious about that happening in mine (though i think i've been doing a decent job at making each character distinct)
first quote: i barely paid attention to this part but hmm interesting. ok at least his characterization was on point then phew
the second quote!! not one of my faves but now that you've pointed it out, i kind of like it. it flows nicely. but omg i don't think i focus on world building AT ALL 😅 "you look hideous on me" was a bit of an exception but even the world building in that was unintentional. guess i generally prefer my fics straight to the point so world building seems kind of unnecessary at times. might've been nice to have some in this fic though, would've given it more dimension for sure.
the angst line... well, hurt people hurt people so. just him lashing out nbd, we all know it was false hAHAHA
the last quote is definitely one of my faves!! from the mc's perspective i would've thought younghoon had it all figured out, but then hearing him say that was like... wow. it's a fresh perspective that lets us peer into his mind and it's also quite true. his mindset towards life was what allowed him to forgive our mc and be understanding about what the mc did. hmm i guess i snuck a lot of my own ideologies into this fic, and maybe that's why i love it (and this younghoon) so much. and of course, never jump straight into the ily or the BOOM KISS part!! 😂
no, omg not straight up biology. it was my least fave of the three sciences in college LMAO. i did a bit of everything tho: majored in neuroscience, doubled minored in math and biochemistry, and added a lil physics specialization on top of that, then went into biostatistics afterwards but we don't talk about that part. (NERD!!!! i hear you, don't worry) but i guess you probably already know from reading my old works since i used to sneak in a ton of science references (deffs cringing at them now tho). so yeah if you ever need help with courses... hmu i guess LOL
but anyways, i wrote 12.8k of pure ART and ur still goin on about chem lab partner juyeon??!?! 💀💀💀 ur in DEEP girl. i would consider writing something else from that world but i'm still brainstorming for your prompt atm. when ur album comes i hope u pull juyeon tho hehe 🤡
#skrtbabe#thank u for the validation 🥺🌹💖✨💞⭐#this is actually my fave thing i've written on this blog so#thank u really 💓#i appreciate this so much!!!#lisa <3#ask
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hi!! i was wondering if you had any tips for writing smut?? i’m terrible at it and would love some of your h o l y advice <3
hi!! of course! i’m so so sorry this is so late! it’s been a busy (and emotionally exhausting) few days but i hope whoever sent this still sees this!! it’s sort of a mess but *hopefully* includes something helpful.
i’m going to put it under the cut though just in case:
first i want to link this super helpful smut writing 101 post that’s my go-to for providing references. it’s what helped me a lot when i was first attempting to write smut back in my first fic and was intimidated about where to start! in my opinion, it’s really thorough so i highly suggest giving it a read!
this one is also rather helpful! i got it from the @bottomlouisficfest writing tips tag which is another great place to look for writing resources and tips if you ever need any!
i don’t want to repeat what’s been said in those posts (probably way more eloquently than i could ever attempt) but i’m still going to list a few things that i tend to keep in mind/do when writing smut. just want to emphasize real quickly that there’s no “one correct set of rules” for writing smut and i’m surely not the single expert (or even an expert at all, lol) so read this and if something resonates with you, keep it mind, but if you disagree, then that’s fine too! it’s your writing and it should be what you want/like first and foremost.
now for the actual “tips” :
- analyzing smut scenes that you’ve thought to be “well-done”
just want to clarify that ‘analyzing’ never in a million years means ‘copying.’ all words you put down on that document should be 100% your own - i shouldn’t even have to explain that. but when you’ve never written smut before (or you have but not frequently), looking at smut scenes that you deem to be successful is a great way to get an idea of how to set up a scene. look at what they focus on and emphasize, how they balance description and dialogue, and how much they delve into the sensations/actions.
i can say pretty confidently that no one who’s never read a smut scene will be able to write a (good) smut scene, so read!! read and learn from what you read!
- be clear about what kind of scene you want to write
1. intent/purpose
what is the intent of this scene? okay, that sounds a bit confusing - it’s smut. the purpose is pretty much always going to be achieving intimacy between the characters, and/or portraying dynamics/etc but make sure you’re achieving those goals when writing smut/smut scenes. i know it may seem like you have to add smut to every fic you write (and i know i’m not one to talk considering all my fics so far have included - and some of them a lot of - smut) but it’s not a requirement! if you don’t want to write it or you don’t think it fits in with the story, don’t force it!
that being said, there is usually a “point” to the scene. sometimes people use smut as a plot device which is fine too (creating drama/angst - like fwb where one is pining or something like that - IDK) but you should know what that intent is before you write the scene so it aids your goal rather than contradicts it or worse, confuses reader. this sort of relates to the 3: atmosphere too so i’ll come back to this!
2. language
depending on the type of scene you want to write, your language and prose should reflect your intent/goal from before.
- cock vs other words: this one is less about the intent, and more just about language choices in general. ‘cock’ is the most widely used word for ‘penis’ in smut scenes for a reason, so i highly suggest using it. i know people don’t want to be repetitive so they try to use multiple words, but ‘cock’ is seriously your best best. if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it, and all that. ‘dick,’ ‘length,’ and maybe ‘shaft,’ or ‘prick,’ can be used too depending on the circumstances/atmosphere (for example, i’ll only use ‘dick’ in fics where the smut is “dirtier” because imo it stands out as a bit more crude?)
- come/cum: this is a differentiation that varies from writer to writer but what i personally tend to do is ‘coming/come’ for the verb and ‘cum’ for the noun. even then, i typically don’t use ‘cum’ in fics where the smut is less dirty, more romantic because again, it’s more ‘crude/dirty’ than the counterpart - once again, people’s opinions on this vary though, so think about what flows better with the type of scene you want to write.
and some more general writing tips: be precise with your word choice (this is actually sort of related to the above two things as well but i felt those needed to be separate dhjdkd) - words like ‘gripping’ and ‘grasping’ while seemingly being the same, tend to denote slightly different meanings, at least for me when i read! ‘gripping’ is more firm while ‘grasping’ is more desperate. things like this also connect to atmosphere but it’s language so i’m keeping it here!
some words/phrases that i keep in a list and that also may give you a good idea of the kind of writing that’s typical to smut scenes are: pumping fingers in vs fingers pressing in (those two also have different meanings/pictures), hips snapping forward vs hips drawing forward (again! it’s all about word choice), nails cutting shapes into the skin of his back, slow drag of his hips vs ramming in, cock thick and pressing deep, pushing deep with agonizing precision, fingers grasping helplessly at the sheets, toes curling into the mattress, skin slick with sweat, throat fluttering with every breath, head lolling back, body going slack, heart racing/thundering in his ears, etc etc.
think about the five senses and what the characters are feeling. think about the dynamic between them. all of that should be reflected in the writing style (and oftentimes already is, just subconsciously, but it never hurts to be aware).
3. atmosphere
in other words, is this scene meant to be romantic? dirty? is it more light-hearted or intense? these are things that should impact the way you write the scene. if i’m writing a romantic smut scene, then i’ll pay less attention to the actual acts itself and more to the emotions and tenderness behind it. there’ll probably be more metaphors (but also: never overuse metaphors because that also gets confusing) and sweet nothings being whispered in comparison to a scene with lots of dirty talk and more significance to the physical aspect (it’ll also probably include rougher sex in comparison to sweeter, slower sex).
if it’s a more light-hearted scene, consider adding elements such as humor to enhance that goal/intent (see, they’re back!) it’s all about what you want this scene to accomplish in the reader’s eyes!
just some other quick things: when you have multiple smut scenes in a fic, it can be hard to not get repetitive but you also don’t want them to be too similar. as a general recommendation, differences between scenes shouldn’t come from language or anything like that, but from things like setting or content (positions, actual sexual acts, etcetera). if they fuck in a bedroom twice, then maybe change it up - make it the shower or against the wall next time. and again, the atmosphere! switch it up!!!
also remember that you don’t have to include penetration to write a successful/satisfying smut scene! there’s plenty of other things your characters can do to get off and establish intimacy. i think one of the above resources mentions it but you also don’t always have to include the foreplay or every single step for the smut scene, especially if there’s already been a smut scene with all of those components. obviously, make it clear that the prep occurred already and that they’re being safe, etc, but you don’t actually have to show all of that stuff if you don’t want! and contrastingly, if there’s only one smut scene and it’s a longer fic, feel free to include more of the foreplay/build-up!
- balancing physical and emotional aspects
this one depends again on what type of scene you’re writing but it’s also good general advice. you don’t want to write a smut scene that glosses over all the physical aspects and just focuses on the feelings of a character to the point that you have no idea what they’re even doing but you also don’t want the opposite.
one thing i try to do is keep the descriptions of movements/actions to a minimum - that’s majority of what gets repetitive when you start to have multiple scenes in a fic and sometimes it includes unnecessary explanations for things. that isn’t to say you shouldn’t make sure the reader understands what’s going on (this is why watching porn is helpful - so you can see the best way to describe different positions and how bodies are moving in relation to each other. i know a lot of people don’t like porn but if you can tolerate it, this is literally one of the best ways to see visually what you want to write).
- dialogue
okay this wasn’t initially part of my list, but i just wanted to make a small note on it! dialogue during smut is honestly one of the most intimidating parts, at least in my opinion but a general rule to follow if you’re like me is: less is more.
and again!! dialogue should reflect the type of scene you’re writing. dirty talk is vastly differently from sappy compliments and you can have both in one, but thee has to be a balance!
dialogue is also one of the best ways to differentiate the participating characters and establish their dynamic. this goes beyond dialogue actually, but this whole post is unorganized at this point so let’s go with it. no two characters will act the same during sex! some are loud, some are quiet, some are dominant, and some are submissive. and guess what? that shows through when they talk!! things like begging, teasing/taunting, praising, and other verbal components all tell you something about the character so keep that in mind too!
also not quite dialogue but still verbal so sounds! things like whimpering, whining, gasping, groaning, moaning, grunting, growling (if it’s abo... or one of them just likes that sort of thing), and also screaming/yelping/crying out are all things that are regularly seen in smut scenes.
- practice!!
this may go without saying but i’m still going to say it. the only way to get better at something is by doing it again and again and the more you do it, the more you’ll learn and improve and the easier it’ll get. it may seem daunting right now but eventually it’ll be like second nature. the first full smut scene i ever wrote was literally less than a year ago (march, i believe) and i’ve written many many since then, some better than others, all showcasing new knowledge and techniques that i may not have utilized before. i honestly don’t even want to reread that first scene but i also know i don’t have to reread it to know i’ve improved a lot since then and so can anyone!
i have absolutely no idea if this is helpful or not but hopefully it is in some small way?? if you or anyone has any more specific questions that i can maybe help with, let me know! and sorry again that this is so unbelievably late!
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Question!! How are you SO GOOD are interpreting the characters?? I swear whenever I read a story, im like wow. It really feels as if I not only got to know the character, but it MAKES SENSE how they’re depicted. Does that make sense?? Loll anyway- do you have any tips on writing characters? Id love to learn from you some tips!
thank you so much friend!! that’s really kind!!!
my only answer is that i just try my best lol!! i think where i write for these characters so much it makes it a bit easier over time to write them better. but the best piece of writing advice i’ve ever heard is that the characters have to be in control or they’re not gonna feel real. i mean, sure, you could write the character extremely out of character and force them to do something they absolutely would never do, and if that’s what you wanna do then do it, but your fic likely won’t be better because of it. just let them tell their story and things will fall into place, at least when it comes to the depiction and feeling of that character
when i first heard that (i think it was in a hank green video??) my mind literally opened up and it was like i was seeing new colors, like it just made so much sense to me, it made me feel so much closer to the characters i was writing about (in fanfic and original works alike!) and i’m always telling myself that when i’m writing, reminding myself to let the characters guide through the plot i’ve put them in
also, the haikyuu fandom wiki is my best friend. if i’m ever stumped on what a character would do or say or feel in a certain situation, i just go to their wiki and read through it. sometimes the smallest thing there will solve my problem, or inspire something brand new. that’s the magic of writing fanfic, these characters already exist and are developed and have personalities that i don’t have to make up. i don’t have to do all that hard work so i don’t. i just rely on my source material and it makes things so much easier
i also focus way too much on little things, specifically the way i think a character would speak/dialogue. like....would akaashi ever use the word “gotta”??? would tsukishima talk to someone this way???? is the structure of this sentence really the way kuroo words things??? its all in those details to me, for some reason. i try to write dialogue in a way that the person speaking is obvious without tags telling you who said it - not in an obnoxious or obvious way (because it can get tacky fast,) but just to continuously remind myself of any small speaking quirks a character does or doesnt have. same goes for the way they would sit, or drive, or walk, or whatever. every person is different so obviously characters are going to do things differently, no matter how big or small that thing is. i think those little differences add up in the end
but, yeah, just try your best. get to know the characters you’re writing for, know them as if they’re a friend. i think it will make you much more motivated to tell stories about them accurately, rather than just using these characters to tell a story you want to tell. and if you’re writing hq fanfic, the characters of haikyuu are lovely and great and have so much potential so use that potential! don’t ignore it!
#writing advice#i always feel so unqualified to give writing advice like i feel like i know nothing and im still convinced my writing is just word vomit#it is tbh#but i always hope it helps at least 1 person !!!!#and i like talking about my experience writing and trying my best to give advice so thank u for asking me!!!#and also as usual just write what u want like if u want to write ooc then do it who's stopping u. not me
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shini posting a wip ask game... dont mind if i fucking DO: raspberry filling, white chocolate, milk chocolate?
george mwah look i didn't delete this one by accident <3
white chocolate: tell me a bit about the happiest moment in your wip.
this is so bad ajslkjdslksd but everything i have (other than brooklyn verse) is just angsty so far :(
raspberry filling: share a snippet that means a lot to you personally. (under the cut because the next two got long!!)
okay i know you practically watched me write this but! i love this bit with baby nico and al, because it reminds me of my little brother showing me a song he wrote on the piano:
The music stops and Alessandro turns to look down at him. “Nico,” he says, exasperated. “What’re you doing?”
Nicolo rolls onto his back, stretching onto the floor like a starfish. He blows his fringe out of his eyes. “Nothin’” he tells Al, “M’ just bored. Giulia’s too busy to play with me.”
Al looks down at him, and Nicolo’s certain he’s about to ask him to leave, but instead he says, “You wanna hear me play? I’ve been workin’ on something new. You can tell me if you like it.”
“Uh,” Nico lolls his head towards the beds, staring up at the top bunk longingly, “Alright.”
He sits up against the opposite wall, and Alessandro turns around and starts playing. Nico’s never really paid attention to Al’s music before, but he really is quite bored so he actually stops to properly listen this time.
The song he starts playing is pretty and slow, but after a moment, it feels sad and dark to Nico. He waits for it to turn happier like the songs he hears on the radio. He wants Al to pick up the pace so it becomes brighter, but it just stretches on low and gloomy.
milk chocolate: share one of your favorite bits of dialogue!
from the childhood friends to lovers au <3
They’re watching some mindless reality show when Joe says suddenly, “I’m thinking of bringing Kris home for the anniversary party.”
Nicky very deliberately ignores the way his stomach twists. “Oh, yeah?” Joe nods from where he’s curled up at the other end of Nicky’s couch. Nicky chooses his words carefully. “I didn’t realize things were getting so serious with you two.”
Joe shrugs, “I mean, it’s been a good four or five months.”
Five, Nicky thinks. A little over five months. Out loud he says, “I can’t remember the last time you brought someone home.”
Joe shifts. “You don’t think it’s a good idea?”
Nicky feels shitty, then, and does his best to tamp down the way his heart is screaming at him to say: Yes, yes! This is a terrible idea! Break up with him! Instead Nicky smiles his best reassuring smile, “Not at all. Sounds great.”
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ralbert with 25 from the fluff hurt/comfort list? also, your writing is beautiful :)
oh the things i’d do, i’ll take care of you
Dialogue prompt 25: “Do you need a ride?”
Race (ignoring Jack’s explicit warning) goes out to sell right before a snowstorm hits and Albert takes it upon himself to take his dumbass back to the lodging house.
a/n: Thanks for the prompt, I was a bit liberal in my interpretation so I hope that’s okay! Also tysm for the compliment! As always this is crossposted on ao3
CW: Mentions of hypothermia/frostbite, Mild swearing
Race’s day was not going great, to say the least. The sky had been overcast all morning and Jack had warned him that it’d probably be snowing by midday, but did he listen? No. In his defense… okay he’s got nothing, he really should’ve listened to Jack. If he had maybe he wouldn’t be stuck in Brooklyn in what was quickly shaping up to be a proper snow storm while all the trolleys were shut down due to the weather. He’d have to make the entire journey back to Manhattan on foot and he really wasn’t looking forward to doing that.
However, he didn’t really have a choice. Thankfully he’d managed to sell almost all his paper before it really started coming down, no one would be buying anything now Race thought bitterly. He was starting to shake from the cold and his thin shirt and vest did very little to help. Not only that but his shoes were quickly proving to be a major issue as he trudged through the snow to the Brooklyn bridge. He’d known he needed a new pair for a while but he hadn’t realized quite the state of the shoes until now. There were lots of small holes throughout, they no longer laced tight enough to prevent snow from falling in the tops, and the soles were almost completely detached, only solidly against the shoes in the heel. His feet were absolutely soaked and painfully numb by the time he made it to the bridge.
He eyed the bridge warily, it wouldn’t exactly be safe to cross but it’d get even worse if he waited, and being stranded in Brooklyn with nowhere to go wasn’t an option. So he braced himself and began the trek. He nearly lost his footing a few times and the snow made it hard to see more than a few feet in front of him, but he made it in one piece. Barely. Though even just the thought of walking all the way back to the lodging house when he couldn’t feel anything but pain in his feet made Race want to curl up and sleep where he stood.
“Heya Racer, what took ya so long?” Oh thank goodness, even the sound of Albert’s voice never failed to improve Race’s day.
“Oh I just felt like takin’ my time, enjoy the view ya know? What’re you doin’ here Al?” Though Race was certainly glad to see him, it was definitely unusual for Albert to meet him at the bridge.
“Well someone told me that a certain dumbass decided to sell in Brooklyn today despite knowing that it was gonna snow and I had to come make sure that he made it home. Especially when most a’ the boys only sold the morning edition or came back early.” Albert spoke as if he were annoyed, but his grin showed he wasn’t really bothered. “Now lets get home, it's freezing and you look like you’re bouta shake outta your boots- Oh shit Racer, those are in bad shape, are they doin' anything to keep the snow out?” Albert asked, not even trying to hide his concern.
“Uh… not really, I can hardly feel my feet at all, might as well be out walkin’ barefoot.” Race answered sheepishly, he went to crack his knuckles but it was too cold and he was left awkwardly pressing against his fingers.
That did absolutely nothing to quell Albert’s worry for the blonde. Hypothermia was a real concern in the winter and if Racer wound up with frost-bitten feet it’d be bad news. And if the state Race appeared to be in was any indication, they had to get moving soon, Racer needed to get warmed up. “Well I don’t know about you Racer, but I’m heading back to the lodging house, do you need a ride?”
“Huh?”
“Sweetheart there is no way you’re walking all the way back, c’mon, I’ll carry you.” Albert wasn’t exactly looking forward to lugging over one-hundred pounds of teenage boy around but an excuse to be close to Racer was always a good thing, and besides, if it helped keep Race warm and from losing some toes then it’d be well worth it.
“No- Al you don’t need to do that!” Race protested. He couldn’t ask that of Albert, no matter how nice it would be. Okay, now that he was thinking about it he really wanted to be carried by Al. Walking sounded like hell and Al was very pretty and warm. And he had some nice arms, not that Race would ever say that to him, his ego was big enough already.
“Yeah, no chance sweetheart, hop on.” Albert stated as he turned around so Race could get on his back. It’d be easiest to carry him this way even if he would have preferred to have the boy in his arms.
Race would have protested again but he’d already unintentionally talked himself into doing it. Plus he had a soft spot for pet names. “Thanks Al…” Race said quietly.
“Don’t mention it, now c’mon it’s freezing out here and the sooner we get moving the sooner we can warm up.” Race smiled and clambered onto Al’s back and they began their walk back to the lodging house, enjoying each others company and making small talk as they went.
They weren’t far from the lodgings when Race’s head began to loll on Albert’s shoulder, his participation in the conversation having faded nearly ten minutes ago. “Hey Racer, don’t go fallin’ asleep on me, we’re almost there,” Albert nudged the sleeping boy, “Sweetheart you gotta wake up.”
Race shifted, burrowing his head into Albert’s neck, “Yeah, yeah, ‘m awake.” he mumbled. This let Albert feel how cold Race’s skin was, spurring him on to pick up the pace for the last block or so. As he reached the steps of the lodging house, Albert kicked the door awkwardly, not wanting to drop Race. Mush opened the door almost immediately with a smile, happy to see that they were okay. However, once he took in how tired and cold Albert appeared and how Race was being carried the relief turned to worry.
“Oh dear, we need to get you two upstairs and out of those clothes.” Mush fretted as he brushed excess snow off of them. He called out to the boys in the main room that Albert and Race were back as he dragged them up the stairs and into the bedroom. With Mush’s help Albert avoided dropping Race both on the way up and once in the room, gently helping him into Albert’s bunk. Race’s bunk was up top and he didn’t seem too keen on climbing up and no one else seemed inclined to help him.
“Now both of you out of those clothes, I’m going to go get you something dry and hopefully warm.” Mush instructed as he went to search for some spare clothing. That was when Jack made his entrance, having heard Mush's announcement.
“Hey you two, you doin’ alright? We was gettin’ worried.” Jack looked over both of them, eyes narrowing in concern, before moving to assist Race, who was struggling to take his shoes off. They were soaking wet and his fingers were so numb he couldn’t really untie them. “Ya know what, I’ll help Race n’ you just worry about yourself for a minute Albert.”
Albert fumbled a bit and was much slower than usual but was able to remove his outer layers of clothing by the time Mush returned. He was still cold but he hadn’t been out there nearly as long as Race. Mush handed them the dry clothes and an extra blanket he managed to scrounge up.
“I’ve got it from here Mush, why don’t you head downstairs.” Jack phrased it like a suggestion, but it was clearly an order. Mush nodded and left, shooting one last concerned glance over his shoulder. Albert and Race dressed themselves as quickly as they could, Jack helping them both with some of the buttons on their shirts and Race with his socks. “Albert you should lie down too, you were out there for a pretty long time.”
“I’m fine Jack, it’s not that-” Albert’s protest was cut off when Jack sent him a look. “My bed’s already occupied if you couldn’t tell.” Albert tried again, gesturing towards where Race was sitting silently against the wall, struggling to keep his eyes open.
“You think I care? Just get some rest Albert.” Jack said dismissively, leaving the room.
“C’mon Albie just come lie down with me, ‘m still cold.” Race asked once Jack was gone.
“Race, I already said I was fine, I’m gonna go check on some of the boys downstairs.” Albert insisted, walking towards the door.
“Wait, Albie! Please… please stay with me.” Race begged, he didn’t want to be left alone. He wanted Albert to stay, he knew that people didn’t really know about their relationship and that Albert really wanted it to stay that way, but he really wanted to be held and Albert was warm and the other boys knew they were close, it wouldn’t be suspicious for them to cuddle, especially with their current condition, right?
Man, Albert would never be able to say no to those eyes, would he? “Alright Racer, I’ll stay, scoot over.” Albert said softly. Race grinned softly and moved over, pulling back the blankets so Al could get under easier. He immediately curled in the red-head’s side, nuzzling him and resting his head on his chest. Albert wrapped his arms around Race pulling him closer and let himself relax. He could afford to hold his boyfriend for a little bit, lord knows they both needed it.
“Love you Albie.” Racer mumbled into his chest, teetering on the precipice of sleep.
“Love you too, sweetheart.” Albert said as he pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Race drifted to sleep with a smile on his face, for a shitty day this was a pretty good way for it to end.
#newsies#ralbert#racetrack higgins#albert dasilva#newsies live#newsies fanfic#race x albert#orange writes#word count: 1.6k#im glad i finally got around to writing these boys!#requests#i think thats everything?\#racecrack-higgins
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♡︎Content Tag Game♡︎
Tagged by the lovely @ddeseokielune ♡´･ᴗ･`♡
Tagging quite literally anyone who wants to participate. I’m not sure who to tag and don’t want to be a bother
1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?
5sos, Mindless Behavior loll roc royal was my man.
I’m still holding it down for you boo and when you get out I’ll be holding it up 😉😮💨 (pls tell me someone gets the reference. Okay let’s continue)
2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?
BTS!! and I'm thinking of starting to write for the loml Sam Wilson aka Anthony Mackie. My love for this man is getting out of hand
3. how long have you been writing?
I wrote my first short story in 5th grade and it was about a family of clowns and the parents basically made their son disappear. Like seriously the dad let him fall out the car or pushed him and kept driving. Currently thinking how i even read that outloud infront of the class (ikik very dark stuff for a child)
4. on which platform do you post your stories?
ao3 and tumblr
5. what is your favorite genre to write?
Angst, mystery, thriller, organized crime and smut (i have a very active imagination)
6. are you a pantser or a planner?
both honestly. I plan a lot of my stories out but when it gets to writing i often find myself getting stuck because I compare myself to other writers and want everything to be perfect.
7. one-shot or multi-chapter?
chaptered fics all the way even though they can be quite frustrating.
8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?
6-8k. even tho I have written a chapter that's as long as 17k
hint hint Liaison: Chapter 5. That one surprised even me.
9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?
Liaison is the longest so far and it's far FAR from complete. Fingers crossed I finish it this year tho.
10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?
My one shot-well soon-to-be two shot 'Little Ballerina'. I wrote it to give myself a break from Liaison and enjoyed every moment of fleshing out Willow and Hoseok.
11. favorite requests you have written and why (if any?)
'only exception' or the request I got that was basically about jungkook and yn at a carnival and he was trying to win her a stuffed animal. the second one isn't on my master list but you can find it on my ao3 book called 'BTS Various Short Drabbles' or just scroll down far enough through this blog and you'll see.
12. are there any reocurring themes in your stories?
pls I actually have no idea
13. current number of wips?
8 :P hopefully, that number will be trickling down.
14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?
hmm. I have a lot of dialogue i believe, imo my descriptions can be sometimes wack, i tend to use really and smile ALOT something I try to fix when editing.
15. a quote you like from a published story
I'm going to give a few along with explanations
Liaison:
He really wasn’t ready but was anyone ever really ready to attend their parent’s funeral? Jungwoo stepped out the truck walking over to Namjoon’s side opening up the door. Namjoon took one last deep breath before putting on his game face and stepping down from his truck and onto the street. He tugged at the ends of his suit and ran his hands over the front of his jacket straightening everything out. He needed to look perfect. His father deserved that much. Besides, like mother always said “Wrinkles made you look poor.” and Namjoon was no peasant.
-when i read back on this it just makes me laugh because I remember one of my best friends reading it and being like 'well damn, my clothes always got wrinkles.'
The office fell quiet for a brief moment and Namjoon relished it. It was quite obvious from Ito’s furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw that he’d struck a nerve. What Namjoon couldn’t tell though was if the man across from him had been baffled into silence or was just thinking of another comeback.
Who knew under all the drugs, women, and money Ito was a man very much dedicated to his faith?
Either way, Namjoon had won.
-i love this quote because, at least in my opinion, the last line kind of sets the tone of how Namjoon's character is in 'Liaison'. It definitely shows off his ego and how hypocritical ppl (Ito) can be.-
Oddly enough, as domestic as Taehyung was -especially for Elyse- he’d never thought of that.
Perhaps it was because the thought of bringing someone home to be met was a thought he’d specifically reserved for a parent. His mother was dead, as well as his father, and he had no biological family that he knew besides Jungkook. But after hearing it imagery that just felt right filled his head.
Him, Elyse, Jimin, and Jihun all sitting around that small round table, laughing and talking-
-im actually not going to give an explanation for this :PP one because it kind of leads into a sentiment ?? (idk if I'm using the word right) that i want liaison readers to pick up on themselves so let's hope if i write it well enough so that yall can lol. i think its obvious tho tbh.
16. a quote from an unpublished story
Silent Night:
But even then, his you are something greater than a mere human. you are ethereal, on a holy scale. Thinking about you as a human seemed like a curse to your very existence.
You are something more. Something better.
You're the embodiment of perfection.
From your brown skin, big brown eyes, and short curly hair that framed your head like a halo everything about her was simply …amazing. Jungkook never really believed in love, not romantically at least. He had Yoongi whom he loved very much but besides that, he’d never felt love for anyone else. Especially not on an intimate level.
But when he met you everything changed. Jungkook fell in love instantly…you both did. The two of you wordlessly staring into one another’s eyes, caressing each other’s hands, just enjoying the moment one did when they finally found the one.
17. space for you to say something to your readers
thank you guys sm for reading my stories. even though I'm not the most active writer i do appreciate the support from newer readers all the way the the ones whose account i recognize when I go through my notification. it makes my heart swell with joy.
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Spop Fic recs (Catradora)
(finally)
Hello Catradora trash can's today I finally give you what I've been promising for MONTHS - a fanfic rec list. Because, if you didn't already know, I read A LOT of Catradora fanfic, probably too much and although I'm definitely not the best judge of...anything, I really wanted to make this post, so here it is, weeks late.
(it's a long one though)
I’ve written my full opinions n shit on like the first 10 multi chapters and one shots because there’s a lot lol, and some I remember better than others (tbf I've re read all of them at this point), but yeahhh. For the others, I’ll describe it in less detail and a bit more jokily lol.
I'm sorry I haven't just linked all the fics bit I just want this to be out of my drafts loll, and I can assure you most of these are pretty easy to find, I apologise for the laziness though haha
Also I’ve tried to find the all the authors tumblr or other social media, but I couldn’t for all of them which sucks, so if you happen to be the author and I left you out, please comment :)
Anyway, Y'ALL NEED TO GET ON MY LEVEL SOOO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO HERE YOU GO:
(here's a key first)
Key:
(o) = ongoing
(f) = finished
[G]=General
[T] =Teen and up Audiences
[M]=Mature
[E]=Explicit
Multi-chapters:
1. Upper West Side by ceruleanstorm (o) 100,000+ words
@princessofgayskull
[Modern AU] [T]
This fic is so amazing!! It goes so deep into their psychology and past and damn is it hilarious at time. Also, I love the premise of it - Catra is a Uber driver and Adora ends up as her passenger. It's a fairly slowburn as it goes deep into the two girls' lives and really gives time for the relationship to develop naturally and that is honestly really appreciated because it makes the good moments between the two even better and more rewarding if I'm honest. A lot of angst though. All the other characters we know and love are also written amazingly in it too, and are made equally important. All in all, I love this fic and everything about it!
As of writing it has fairly infrequent updates, but each chapter is 10-20k+ words and has 9/12 chapters so...there’s a lot.
2. For my Sake by doublepasse (f) 100,000+ words
@doublepasse-writes
[Canon Compliant][E]
The story and world building is just - WOAH. This one is quite the slowburn but boy is it worth it. It's set a couple months to a year after season one, where Catra finally captures Adora but the tables turn very quickly when capturing her nearly results in her death, which Catra (unsurprisingly) didn’t want. The story has some BIG plot twists and is definitely one of the best canon universe Catradora fics I’ve ever read and the ending was very satisfying, but also open ended, BECAUSE there’s a part 2 coming and I couldn’t be more excited!
(Also, there is one chapter with nsfw content in it, but it has a sfw version)
3. Skinny Love by Maychup (o) 89,000+ words
@maychup
[Canon Compliant][M]
Another amazing fic that takes place in the canon universe that has such great world building, and is very plot heavy. It takes place days after the S1 finale and goes from there basically. The premise of it is similar to many fics and one shots you’ve probably read - sleeping with the enemy. From the first chapter it seemed like it could have easily been a five chapter easy redemption fic but nooooooo, it goes a lot LOT deeper. I feel like this fic did such a great job on character development, Catra’s specifically, she grows so much throughout the fic. She is also such a mother to all her Horde pals in this and I love that haha.
At the time of writing, it’s still ongoing, and boy am I excited to see where it goes. It’s also super angsty and has a fair-ish amount of smut so be warned!
4. The Heiress and The thief by Fuhadeza (f) 58,000+ words
@fuhadeza
[Regency AU][M]
As it says in the fic summary, it is literally the She-Ra regency AU I never knew I wanted likeeee, it’s so good! Premise - Adora is taken by Lady Brightmoon, leaving her boarding school, and her best friend behind, Catra, and everything is fine until her old friend face resurfaces. This one had me screaming at times (most of them did, but this especially). It was a really enjoyable read and I honestly loved the way the author dealt with love and the way Adora dealt with her feelings and just ahhh- read it.
5. Faded with feelings by yesimgay (f) 24,000+ words
[Roomates AU][T]
This fic. I read this a WHILEEE ago but to this day this is one of my favourite fan-fics ever like it’s hilarious, and fluffy and unproblematic and sometimes you need that tbh. Everything you need to know is established in the first chapter but the way it is done feels so natural, as if it’s just Adora‘s or Catra’s thoughts and I love it. Also the premise is GREAT - Catra has ADHD and smokes weed to help with it, and Adora accidentally takes an edible, which is when shenanigans start to ensue.
6. Dream of Me by DBsean (f) 18,000+ words
[Canon Universe][T]
Although it is on the shorter side with only five chapters, this was another fic that was so so good in quality and premise. For whatever reason, Catra and Adora start sharing dreams, enabling them to share moments together that they (unfortunately) can't have in real life, due to them being on opposite sides of the war, and in turn - enemies. The angst in this fic literally KILLED ME, and the characters dialogue is so good as well! I also recommend you check out some of the authors other fics, they're all great!
7. we've been making shades of purple out of red and blue by darklady21(o) 19,000+ words
[Roomates AU][M]
Another Roomates AU, bUT instead of being best friends, the two barely know each other, or interact at all...GREAT RIGHT?!? Honestly though, I think the author did a great job in making it not seem too rushed, especially in the setup and establishing how although they know each other, they DONT know each other, so the first couple chapters are basically that stage where they are learning more about each other and leaving stupid post it notes around the house, and it just feels so natural and great! Updates aren’t super regular, but there’s already nine chapters (as of writing) so definitely check it out, as well as their other works too!
8. Razorback by Starr_Reborn(o) 22,000+ words
[Canon Divergence AU][M]
Apparently, the author wrote this with the intent of it being fluffy. From the title you can tell that is NOT the case. At all. This one HURTS. This is very very angsty, and also has some themes of rape in it, so if that kinda thing triggers you I might wanna skip out on this one. It is a really good fic though and stands out from a lot of the others because of the way it is written. Chapters aren’t usually longer that 1000 words and the writing style is quite disjointed at times, and it a lot of the time a stream of consciousness. At times it can even be a little confusing or hard to follow, but I find it makes it even more interesting, and also means it will probably be a fic I come back to once completed. It is genuinely so unpredictable, I have no clue where it’s going, but I really love it for that!
9. Sunflower by TechnoSkittles (f) 6000+ words
@technoskittles
[High School AU][G]
Oh, BOY. Oh boyyy. This fic - it's 8 chapters and only 6000 words yet the story is just- Ahhh READ IT. It's so good! And like the author in general is so amazing at writing like check out all their works (especially their latest one shot omg I loved it). Anyway, read this, it's not too long, it's cute and also genuinely surprising, the ending was not something I saw coming AT ALL, so YEAH!
10. I like me better when I'm with you by lesbians_harold(f) 22,000+ words
@lesbians-harold
[High School AU][T]
Just a nice, fun, fluffy high school, friends to lovers AU. Catra moves to Adora’s school senior year and the twos friendship is quickly rekindled, after a rocky start albeit. Adora is a big ol’ jock and Catra draws which is a headcanon I LOVE. It’s written so well, and the characters are also written well too! It is a lil angsty at times, but not to worry - but it does pay off, I assure you.
11. I thought we were best friends by vanilla107 (o) 45,000+ words
@vanilla107
[University AU][T]
Breakups. Lots of breakups, and angst. This one will mend your heart then hurt you. BE SCARED. But go read it. I mean it. It's good!
12. Dirty Dancing by LilLegalLoli94 (o) 9000+ words
@lillegalloli94
[Dancing AU][M]
Basically lots of (sexual) tension after years of not seeing each other because Adora moved to Brightmoon Dance Academy. It's good. Real good.
13. Back to Black by eveynull (f) 6000+ words
[Canon Universe][T]
(Post War) Gays go and visit their past, staring angst, and featuring your favourite co-star - fluff!
14. how things are supposed to be by maggiesbombshell (o) 11,000+ words
@yeunslegacy
[High School AU][M]
A jolly slowburn that will hurt your soul because (internalised) homophobia and gay.
15. Some things you don't see coming by Trashibesensei (o) 20,000+ words
[High School AU][T]
Adora being a big ol' jock, and Catra being a big ol' gay. I’m not even gonna explain it, you have to find that out yourself.
16. A quarter after three by Maychup (o) 11,000+ words
@maychup
[Youtuber AU][M]
Adora's gay panic settles in when she bumps into her childhood bestie, Catra, live streaming in the streets of LA. My favourite part of this fic has to be the YouTube comments she gets. This one will make you laugh. And go AWWW CUTE.
17. A Song to My Heart by DemiRebel (f) 8000+ words
[Neighbors AU][G]
The cute girl next door keeps singing loud, and it sounds BELLE, so what else would you do other than creepily listen?? 10/10 for premise.
18. Occupied by Nny11 4000+ words
@nny11writes
[Modern AU][T]
The most hilarious soulmate AU I've read tbh. One word - bathrooms.
19. Whispering Dreams by dragonesdepapel (f) 7400+ words
[Canon Universe][T]
Adora finds a wounded and sick gay so obviously, she helps her out, much to her protesting. This fic will honestly make you go through the five stages of grief. Big ol' oof.
20. Why you SHOULD bring in your untrained cat to the rebellion by locuas (f) 6800+ words
[Canon Divergence AU][G]
This fic is a literal joke. But it will probably be the best crack you will ever read, so. READ IT.
ALSO HERES A LIL SELF PWOMO OF MY MULTI CHAP:
What drove her insane, 13,000+ words (f)
One shots:
1. hang tight (all you) by TechnoSkittles 9000+ words
@technoskittles
[High School AU][T]
This is a fic that will break your heart and mend it. It's about Adora coming to terms with her sexuality throughout high school in a pretty unsupportive environment, added onto the fact she has a crush on her best friend. It's paced so well, nothing feels rushed and although it's only 9000 words, it manages to flesh out characters that aren't even in the show, and it obviously does a great job with the topic at hand - sexuality and homophobia. Like it honestly touched my heart, reading it I genuinely wanted to cry. I loved everything about it, from the moment it started to the last line. It's just written in a way that is probably relatable to so many people who are or have struggled with coming to terms with themselves, and shows how for some it's really not an easy thing. It's also written beautifully, and I PROMISE you won't regret reading this! Definitely check out some more of their works too, they're all great reads!
2. you're my favorite song (and it's stuck in my head) by artemiswords 16,000+ words
@artemisbye
[High School AU][T]
A belle valentine's day fan fic which I just,, ahhhhh this is some of the best 16k words I've ever read, it's so nice and fluffy! Premise - Catra has to take the bus to school, and ends up sitting next to this cute girl on the bus, Adora, and listening to TayTay (Swift), sharing earphones with this complete stranger. Obviously, Catra develops a crush, but she is sure Adora is straight. It's written so well, and is such an enjoyable read, with so many great moments and dialogue. Music is a very prevalent theme (which you can tell from the name tbh) in it, and the amount of song references in it also make it feel so fleshed out in a way, like their both just teenagers with somewhat questionable music taste. Just all the exchanges they have are great, especially the ones over text and social media, there were so many funny moments too. DEFO, recommend if you wanna read something nice and lighthearted!
3. The Interlude That Never Ends by FMLClexa 2000+ words
Twitter: catrxs
[Historical AU] [M]
Angst. Quite angsty. But also fairly fluffy, it has a good balance. And the writing style is just so - it gets your heart wrenching despite being fairly short, and is also very poetic, and I don't know about you, but I love things like that! The fic is a historical/soulmates AU where they are bound to fall in love, no matter the period they're reincarnated in. It's one of the most creative fic ideas I've ever read, and the concept is executed so well, which makes it even better. And it's, so so damn sweet ahh, read it read it READ IT!
4. is there a knife in your bed or are you just happy to see me? by ceruleanstorm 6000+ words
@princessofgayskull
[Canon Universe][T]
This fic was everythinggg, it is so cute, like it’s basically 6k words of fluff! Also, if you didn’t already notice, the title (and the fic) heavily references the fact Adora keeps a knife under her bed (I DIED when that happened in s2). Set post war, Catra sneaks away from her post to visit an overworked and stressed Adora in Bright Moon and cuteness ensues. I honestly just love everything about this fic, we need more fluffy and funny fics like this! The dynamic the two have in this is perfect and the dialogue and general writing style of it is great! And Adora’s internal dialogue in this honest to god had me dead. Needless to say this is one of my fav Canon Universe one shots.
5.Girl’s Become Lovers (Who Turn Into Mothers) by A_Zap 2000+ words
@azapofinspiration
[Canon Universe][G]
This has to be one of the cutest, well written, fic I’ve read! Catra brings home the only survivors from a tragedy her and Scorpia stumbled upon, but one thing Adora doesn’t expect is for them to be children. The,, emotions in this are so raw and powerful. Even though they obviously have these new little people in their life though, their problems don’t just go away, they still have their own issues, and have to deal with them while looking after these kids. In general they handle mental health so well, and Shadow Weavers lasting effect on Catra SHOWS and it shows hard. Honestly, it made me want to cry at some parts and the ending was EVERYTHING, so reAd IT.
6. baby, i'm a house on fire (and i wanna keep burning) by wittchers 7000+
@huremsultan
[Medival AU]
A really fun fic to read, with a very original premise: after the Horde defeats the kingdom Bright Moon, Hordak is crowned, Queen Angella was killed, and Princess Glimmer is missing, which leaves Lady Adora forced into an arranged marriage with Lord Catra, to keep her people happy. Obviously, being an arranged marriage, with her enemy, she ain’t too happy about it, nor is Catra. But they have to put up with it, and each other. Honestly, like the development of their relationships is sooo good, and there is the perfect balance e of angst and fluff (if you can call it that?) so don’t worry it won’t kill you! Like ahh, the emotions in this - so well described with so little words. And the ending is great, in general it’s great!
7. Adora Casts: Zone of Truth by Hemogobbler 2000+ words
@hemogobbler69
[Canon Universe][T]
Literally just 2000 words of utter cuteness and hilarious dialogue haha. Premise - Catra has just defected recently, and is still warming up to Adora, is still slightly shut off from her. So, to try remedy this, she gets a truth serum from Madame Razz, and slips it into their food, leading to them talking honestly about their feelings for the first time in a while. I just love it so much because I feel like this is genuinely something Adora would do, and also something I’d probably do in her situation - Catra opening up is a rare occurrence! Also, as I said, their are some really funny, laugh out loud moments, which out of context are so weird, yet somehow manage to make a lot of sense. Anyway, if you just had a bad day, I think this fic would definitely lift your spirits.
8. bloom by kimah 4000+ words
Twitter: whitehotmoons
[Modern AU][G]
A post break up fan fic where Catra's therapist suggests Catra write down her feelings, which leads her to write the things she hates about Adora, and their interactions they've had since their break up. The way it's written is so... angsty but like, not? I'm bad at this. Literally, reading this I really felt Catra's pain, and I just wanted to give her a hug at times. Adora too. The small details the author outs into the characters makes the characters all that more realisitic too, and I love it! Seriously though, the angst, will, get, you.
9. I do adore by thankskelley 6000+ words
Twitter: cosmicsporks
[Modern AU][G]
A Catradora fake dating AU. Is there anything more you need in life? Catra and Adora are are roomates, and one day, Adora bursts in, saying she finally came out to her parents, and also that her parent had assumed they are dating... leading her to ask if Catra could pretend to be her girlfriend for while. What could possibly go wrong? Hmm?? I've always loved the whole fake dating premise (to all the boyss) and with characters like Adora and Catra, (especially Catra like she is a TEASE) I always thought it'd be great. Who doesn't love oblivious gays? Their dynamic in this is also great, especially all the flirting and teasing. BUT, of course, it also a bit angsty too. I can promise you you'll love it!
10. Chocolate and Roses vs. Heartache by Trashibesensei 9000+ words
[High School AU][T]
Another high school AU...I know I have a problem leave me alone. This time, if you couldn’t tell by the title, there’s some heartache involved, because: this Valentines Day, Adora doesn’t spend it with her best friend (now ex bestie) Catra. Even despite her popularity that she now has due to being the star player of Bright Moon’s soccer team, she can’t shake of how much she yearns for her old friend. Somehow, even with all the angst, it is still sO fucking FUNNY, the way Mermista was written was great, and she had some of THE best lines. But yeah, it’s so pure and just - Catra needs a hug, Adora needs a hug, they need to hug EACH other tbh! It had a very nice and hopeful message, and also kinda surprised me with the end.
11. someone you like by caela 5000+ words
[High School AU][T]
As a gen z, or x, or whatever the fuck I am, I always appreciate a fic where the characters say stupid shit over Instagram to their crushes which results it getting a date to prom. Although I can assure you that would never happen to me. But this So FUCKING cute and funny so READ.
12. this is what it's like when we collide (this is how you bring me back to life) by azul (7daysoftorture) 5000+ words
@bluelipgloss
[Canon Universe][G]
This galaxy brain fic is amazing and that’s ThE TEA. Catra gets a wish stone from Hordak and we all knowww, WHO she (subconsciously) craves - Adora, which obviously leads to hell breaking loose, because, disaster gays. Anyway read this it’s great and made me feel forget about the cruel world we live in.
13. Five Times Catra was a Cat and One Time the Cat was Catra by sunscreams 2400+ words
@catradoramma
[Canon Universe][T]
A BELLE, well written 5 + 1 which is just pure fluff (some hurt/comfort too) and Catra being Catra (so a loveable pain in the ass) after joining Adora in Bright Moon.
14. Vital Signs by SereneKarma 2000+ words
@serene-karma
[Modern AU][G]
Like a dumbass Catra breaks her leg and gets put in hospital, but hey - it’s okay as long as she’s got a cute nurse to look after her! It’s pretty funny just based on the concept alone so read ThIs BiSh.
15. You put the cracks into my moral code by Littleamethystc 3000+ words
@littleamethystc
[Gang AU][T]
Catra is a hotshot mafia member, Glimmer and Bow are the PoPo, and Adora is underestimated as HELL. It’s also pretty funny, like the whole concept is just perfect, so check it out!
16. The Best Gift I Could Ever Ask For by blueninjasharpshooter 1500+ words
[Modern AU][G]
Just a short n sweet fic of Adora celebrating her birthday which she forgot, and also Adora has a pocket knife in her boot, which is so accurate lmaooo. As well as having the most accurate character portrayals, AWWWWwwwww, was my reaction to the end of this fic, so read it to find out wHY.
17. but i still don’t wish death on ‘em (i just reflect on ‘em) by ayushi_writes 1500+ words
@ayushipop
[Canon Universe][G]
(Post S1) A year after the battle of Bright Moon, Adora and Catra are standing on a cliff, and Catra finally has a chance to end it all. But WilL she?!?! Let’s just say, Catradora are the queens of promises.
18. Whiskey and Eggnog by briony8969 3500+ words
@briony8969
[Modern Christmas AU][G]
A cute Christmas fic where a nervous Adora goes home for the first time in months with her new friends from college, scared of what they’ll think but more scared of a certain SOMEONE she hasn’t spoken to in months. So basically: sexual tension gAlore.
19. She's a Regular by BaronVonChop 1500+ words
@baronvonchop
[Coffee Shop AU][G]
Adora is gay. Catra is gay. Catra works at a coffee shop (badly), and Adora goes to said coffee shop soo much, that it gets on her friends nerves, coz she very obviously likes to flirt with a Catra. It’s funny too. That’s it. That’s the fic and I love it.
20. Hand in Hand, We Make Our Way to The End by thethirdphiladelphiavireo 6500+ words
[Canon Universe - Soulmate AU][T]
Catra and Adora figure out they are soulmates after years of not knowing what it meant, but OBVIOUSLY, cannot communicate like mature humans, because - same.
21. How Do You Tell A Girl You Really Like Her Eyes? by Gay_Panic 1000+ words
[Canon Universe][T]
(Pre Canon)Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, a very gay, very wholesome, very nice first kiss fic. They are very gay for each other in this one, they don’t even care if KYLE catches them kissing.
22. Tender Moments by yesimgay 1500+ words
[Canon Universe][G]
(Post-war) Catra still feels guilty about everything she did to Adora in the past, so instead of sleeping at the foot of the bed as usual , she decides to sleep next to Adora...So there’s fluff, lots of fluff, and it is very tender.
23. Perfectly intertwined by dragonesdepapel 2000+ words
[Canon Universe][G]
On Catra’s first official day in Bright Moon, Adora drags her to a festival and they do cute things and it’s cute, and you should defo read it.
24. a girl without freckles is like a sky without stars by dear_universe 900+ words
@catralovesgirls
[Canon Universe][G]
More bed sharing because I CANNOT help myself, I love fics like these! Catra can’t sleep without Adora on her first night at the rebellion, so, she knocks on Adora’s door and things go from there.
25. Something to remember you by by DBsean 3000+ words
[Canon Universe][G]
Adora sneaks back into the fright zone in attempt to retrieve something, when Catra catches her. It’s cute af. Despite the circumstances.
26. Skiffs & Ships by mysteryinc 900+ words
[Canon Universe][G]
(Pre-show) Just two gals being pals who missed each other a fuck ton while on separate missions. It’s pretty cute.
27. Starstruck by InvisiblePinkToast 2500+ words
@invisible-pink-toast
[Canon Universe][G]
(Pre-show) A lil bit of angst, and nightmares, and a little bit of fluff, Stargazing and bed sharing - what more could you need?
28. a truth so loud you can't ignore by adverbialstarlight 2500+ words
@adverbialstarlight
[High School AU][T]
Catra ignores the growing feelings she has for her best friend, until the truth is so loud she can’t ignore it (see what I did there?) But for real tho this fic really gave me angst that hurt my soul then fluff that healed it, so we StAN.
29. Horde kids are just Like That by gerti 1500+ words
[Canon Universe][T]
(Canon Divergence) What would happen if when Adora defected the Horde, her and Catra where still girlfriends? Read this to find out because it’s FUCKING hilarious lmaoooo, like it’s so absurd but somehow still makes perfect sense.
30. The First Step by oldmountainsoul 2900+ words
[Canon Universe][T]
(Post S1) Apologies which end in getting shoved out off trees are now exclusively for the Catradora fandom only.
31. (You’re My) Haven by giraffewrites 400+ words
@giraffewrites
[Canon Universe - Pre Canon][G]
(Pre-Canon) Adora only kisses Catra when she thinks she’s asleep, but my girl Catra ain’t playing no more so one night she just goes in for the KILL, Aka, cute dorks just being cute dorks.
32. Beyond the Screen by SereneKarma 5000+ words
@serene-karma
[Youtuber AU][G]
If you can't tell I really like YouTuber AU's. Catra being the angsty gal she is starts a YouTube channel to rant about her old best friend who practically vanished when she was 15, and her viewers (who definitely have no life) end up finding her.
33. come on, sugar, don't you leave early by thesqian 1500+ words
Twitter: @crnkgmeplys
[Modern AU][G]
Two gays at a gay wedding, who clearly have some shit going on, but it’s okay because gay weddings always bring gays together. I said gay a lot in that sentence. Read the fic, it’s short n sweet and cute, so you can’t go wrong!
34. but we could never stay away (from each other) by adorassword 1500+ words
[Canon Universe][T]
Catra and Adora have a nice, not so nice chit chat on Adora’s balcony late at night, - these two need LOVE, and I needed a hug after reading this coz damn. Damn.
35. bad ideas by ranpoandpoe 1000+ words
[University AU][T]
How we all wish thinking about your crush at 2am would go. That’s the only context I’m giving, so READ IT.
Also, here are some of my fav one shots I’ve written:
Two Sides Of The Same Coin 1000+ words
[Gang AU][T]
If I was perfect 2500+ words
[Modern AU][T]
And check out my Catradora week series, however my fav is:
damn you, unrequited love 7000+ words
[Modern/Sixth Form AU][T]
Here are some more series packed with fics that I’ve really enjoyed too!
Catradora Oneshots by clicheusername5678 @hey-adora
Catradora Tumblr Prompts BY sunscreams @catradoramma
if I grind my teeth at night, would you hear it? By poetroe
in the bottom of a coffee cup + pieces by inkwelled (their stuff is great)
Twitter: adorascatrq
Anyway, I hope you guys appreciate this, it took quite a while lol. I had a lot of fun making it, and I hope you check out some of the fics on the list (maybe all if you're a crazy mf)
Until next time (:
#micah n spop#spop#she-ra#she ra and the princesses of power#catradora#fic recs#micahs fic recs#micahs recs#adora#catra#spop catra#spop adora#fan fics#she ra netflix#i ship
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Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 3 - Sports Euphemisms [1,212 words]
“Wait, why do I keep seeing flashes of something on the screen? Like a person. Does it matter that I didn’t catch what I saw?”
“It’ll all make sense later,” Heather assured her. “They explain it.”
Valencia leaned forward while she scrutinized The Narrator’s every word. Heather relished the chance to show someone Fight Club for the first time, and her current company made the perfect audience. Valencia somehow made it through almost two decades without having the ending spoiled, which made the shared experience even more entertaining. Now that she knew there was a twist, Valencia’s competitive streak was in high gear as she made an effort to catch every clue and guess correctly before the big reveal. Heather shook her head with a quiet laugh. They were in for an interesting two-and-a-half hours.
Marla Singer was walking through traffic when Valencia’s phone buzzed. “Damn it. Can you pause for a second?”
Heather froze the scene in place and draped her arms across the back of the couch.
“Aww, poor kid.” Valencia pouted sympathetically at the contents of the message.
“Elena?” Heather sat up a little straighter. “What’s wrong?”
“She asked if we could postpone hanging out tomorrow. Her right arm is bothering her. It feels really weak and, when she tried to get some sleep, the pain kept her awake. Mom’s taking her to the doctor in the morning.”
“It sounds like it might be her rotator cuff,” Heather surmised. “The doctor will probably send her to an orthopedist. If it’s Dr. Hoffman, she’s super chill. That’s who I went to see when I got that tear from archery. Or it could be Dr. Kogan. She’s a little intense but she knows what she’s doing. That’s who helped me with my back the second time I took Men’s Hockey. They both do legit work, though. They’ll be able to fix her up, so tell her don’t stress.”
Valencia typed the information Heather shared as quickly as she could. “I told her all that was from you. She says to tell you thanks.”
Heather shrugged. “Anytime.”
Valencia kissed Heather’s cheek. “Thank you from me, too. It means a lot.”
“It helps to know what to expect. Doctor visits can be scary.”
“At any age,” Valencia concurred. She sat for a moment and then stole a sideways glance at her. “Nice job sliding in the sports history while you were at it. Did I detect a little humble bragging in there?”
Heather turned the remote over in her hands. “If I don’t apply my studies to everyday life, it’s like, why did I even go? Any athletic or academic flexing is just a coincidental byproduct.”
“Mm-hmm.” Valencia swung her legs off the floor and draped them across Heather’s lap. “It’s not a bad idea. You know I have a thing for jocks.”
“It’s been heavily implied,” Heather acknowledged as she tossed the remote next to their empty takeout box. “Multiple times. Especially when you found out I still had a jersey.”
Heather lolled her head to one side and looked at Valencia through the darkness, in no evident hurry to continue the film. Valencia returned the stare for a moment before a mysterious glint appeared behind her eyes. Her fingers hastily typed something on the phone and then began scrolling through information.
“What are you Googling right now?” Heather tried to peek at the search results, but Valencia scooted backward across the cushions.
“I’m educating myself about your special interests.”
“So we can talk about them?”
“Sort of.”
“Babe, are you about to hit me with some corny sports pickup lines? Because you really don’t have to --”
“Oh, it’s happening.”
Heather grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and hid behind it. Her mouth turned down in an exaggerated show of disapproval. “I hate them already.”
“Actually, some of these archery terms sound dirty all on their own.” Valencia hovered over a few. “Bare shaft. Butt. Cushion plunger?! They’re like those cheap romance novels they sell in supermarkets!”
“Yeah, I definitely got a couple of stern looks in class for laughing,” Heather admitted.
“I can’t say I’m surprised. You cackled at least three times about ‘wieners’ at Marty’s disaster of an engagement party.” She arched an eyebrow but Heather’s expression remained unrepentant. Valencia returned her attention to the digital word bank. “Ooo, here we go!”
Heather groaned. “Nooo.”
Valencia reached for her wine glass on the coffee table, sipped, and cleared her throat. “Oh, baby, you make me quiver. I’ll be your chest guard and you can find my pressure button.”
Heather curled into a ball. She shook her head vehemently and covered her ears. “It’s worse than the writing from SheSmash. I’m gonna cringe so hard I die. Have fun explaining that one to the medical examiner.”
“You’ve gone almost full armadillo already, so I’m off to a good start.” Valencia typed new words into the search bar. “Hockey now. Get ready.”
Heather let herself slump sideways and shut her eyes.
Valencia sat up and rubbed Heather’s kneecap while she tried out a new line. “Hey, girl, if you skate into the house and use your mitts on me, you’ve got a scoring chance.”
Heather peered over her shoulder. “Weirdly, that one wasn’t as bad, because it almost makes sense in context... if you were talking as the hockey stick.”
“Does that mean I’ve finally got game?” Valencia joked.
“Embarrassing themed valentine instead of a failed ice breaker. I guess you could call that an improvement.”
“Just wait until the next one.”
Heather made a dive for Valencia’s phone. She fell on top of her but continued to reach desperately. Heather punctuated each word with a little extra stretch. “No. More. Athletic. Glossary. Puns. For. The. Love. Of. God.”
Her fingers finally gained purchase and she swiped the phone away with a relieved sigh. Valencia made no move to get it back. Heather suddenly became aware of their proximity and smiled. “Hi.”
“Hey there.”
“So, when they talk about using pick-up lines to get a woman on top of you, it’s not supposed to be because she’s trying to steal your script so you’ll stop reading from it.” Heather set the phone beside the wine glass without breaking eye contact.
“It still worked out pretty well for me though, didn’t it?” Valencia teased, meeting her gaze.
“You’ve got me there. Truce?”
“Truce.”
Heather gave Valencia a quick kiss and then reached for the remote. She pulled the blanket over them both and nestled against Valencia’s torso.
“Ready?” Heather checked with her finger over the play button.
“Ready.”
They resumed the movie in peaceful silence. A few scenes passed and Valencia started to toy with the hair at the nape of Heather’s neck.
Heather shifted to rest her cheek over Valencia’s heart. She waited for a pause in the dialogue before she spoke again. “Looks like I ended up being your chest guard.”
Valencia snorted. “Looks that way. Hey, Heathe, does it breach the contract of the truce if I ask for a favor?”
“You want to see me in the jersey later, don’t you?”
“So damn bad.”
“Just the jersey?”
Heather looked up in time to see Valencia’s lips twitch with a scarcely suppressed smile. “That’s the goal.”
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“A Difficult Choice:” Alternate Dialogue for “I Will Survive”
Okay. So this pro-life zootopia comic? It has me mad. It’s not that I am mad because it is pro-life exactly, or because it is talking about a difficult subject, but because 1) the art is actually pretty decent and 2) the dialogue is stilted, poorly written, and filled with ideological straw men that do not, I feel, do justice to the subject matter. To be honest, these characters are EXCELLENT for exploring the dilemma of abortion and unwanted pregnancies... but the potential is wasted by poor writing and imo a misinterpretation of them.
So here, in all earnestness, is an alternative dialogue between these two characters given them having virtually the same positions, but talking through the issue like two adults having a difficult conflict, rather than two ideologues having an argument. Enjoy!
*Judy Hopps is in the bathroom. She is staring at a pregnancy test with a worried, impatient look. The test shows one line*
Judy: come on... let’s go
*A second line appears on the test*
Judy: SWEET CHEESE...!
*Nick Wilde is sleeping on the bed messily, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth. He snores loudly. Judy enters timidly, a pensive look on her face*
Judy: Nick... Nick! Nick, come on! Wake up!
*Nick rolls over, bleary eyed*
Nick: *grumpily* We’re off duty today.
Judy: *compassionately* Nick... I have something important to say.
Nick: ...just text me please...
Judy: *panicking* Nicholas! I am serious!
Nick: *suddenly awake* okay! Okay! Geeze. Calling me Nicholas... it must be really important.
Judy: This is very important Nick.
Nick: *yawning* Okay carrots... what’s up?
Judy: *looking embarassed* ah... um... maybe you should take a moment to wake up...
Nick: *yawning again* No I’m okay... what’s wrong? What’s got your adorable eyes so sad and big?
Judy: Nick... Nick, I think I’m pregnant.
*Nick sits for a moment, seemingly dumbfounded*
Judy: Nick...
Nick: Ha! Oh! Oh I... I get it! Nice try carrots! You almost had me there! I mean, we both know that isn’t even poss...
*Nick stops. Judy is looking up at him with big eyes, her nose twitching. The grin fades from his face*
Nick: you... your nose is twitching... Judy... are... are you sure? Is this for real?
Judy: I skipped my period. I’ve... I’ve taken a couple of tests the past few days... I can’t know for sure without talking to a doctor... but...
Nick: ...Judy... Judy...
Judy: *looking away, ashamed* I know Nick... it’s...
Nick: OH JUDY! THAT’S WONDERFUL!!! THIS... THIS IS THE HAPPIEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE! *Nick sweeps a bewildered Judy up into his arms and gives her a passionate kiss* I love you Judy! I love you so much! You’ve made me the happiest mammal in Zootopia! I’m gonna be a dad!
Judy: *tears welling up in her eyes* Nick! Nick... stop!
*Nick sets her down, a worried look on his face*
Nick: oh gosh, I’m sorry... did I hurt you...
Judy: Nick... no... you didn’t hurt me... Nick... oh gosh... Nick...
Nick: What’s wrong Parsley Bunch?
Judy: *tears in her eyes* Nick... I’m... I’m so sorry Nick... but... I just... I just don’t know if I’m ready to...
Nick: Judy...
Judy: ...I’m not sure I want a child right now Nick...
*Nick stops in his tracks, speechless, in clear shock, a slightly horrified look on his face*
Judy: ...I just... neither of us thought I could get pregnant... so I... I didn’t take any birth control... I just figured we’d never be able to have a child together... so I... I never talked to you about it.
Nick: but... our child...
Judy: Nick... it’s not a child yet. I... I was hoping you didn’t want a child either... or maybe when the time came and we were still together we’d adopt...
Nick: ...judy... why?
Judy: why what?
Nick: why... why do you want to... to get rid of our child?
Judy: ...oh Nick...
Nick: *getting more agitated* Judy... I know we didn’t plan this... I know this was an... an accident... but this is our child... our future... a family... why would you just throw that away...
Judy: ...Nick... no... no I was hoping you wouldn’t want a child either... Nick, where I come from, female bunnies... we are expected to bear a lot of children. I have dozens of siblings. When I decided to become a police officer... I chose to leave that behind... I wanted to protect people not... not just... not just be another mother churning out babies. I even... I even thought about having my tubes tied when I was in academy Nick. But... I was just too busy to do it... and I didn’t have time for relationships anyways... and then I met you... and I just... I thought... oh Nick why did this have to matter to you?
Nick: but Judy... Judy this is... this is a life Judy... this is a new life you’d just... throw out... end...
Judy: Nick I’m not going to...
Nick: *waves his hands* no... no, I would never force you to do something like that... I’m not the one who has to be pregnant... but Judy it just... it doesn’t feel right to me. That idea has never felt right. Please... please no I just...
Judy: ...Nick...
Nick: I don’t... I don’t want a baby machine carrots. I want you... I want to have that with you... you have no idea. I just... I was some poor dumb fox barely scraping by and hanging out with some sketchy people and I just figured I’d be found dead in a gutter one day like so many other kids I knew... and then I fell in love with you, and I got this job and... and suddenly it seemed like maybe I could have more than that... and then you tell me I can finally have that white picket fence and a family and then you just... you tell me that isn’t what you want... and that you so don’t want that that you’d do this...
Judy: I just... there isn’t any paid maternity leave at the department Nick... and my career... I’ve given up so much to have it
*Nick things for a moment*
Nick: well if... if it’s about your career... Judy, that’s important to me too... after you had the kid Judy I... I’ll be here... I’ll be here with you... this job isn’t as important to me as a family Judy. If one of us has to give it up, it can be me... it will be me...
Judy: ...Nick...
Nick: *smiling, putting his paw over hers* I want this Judy. A lot. I want you to want this too.
Judy: *tearing up a little, she withdraws her paw* I... wish I wanted it Nick... but... I wouldn’t feel right about bringing a child into this world if I only did it for you...
Nick: that makes sense. I can’t force you to want to be a mother. Still it... doesn’t feel right to end it to me carrots... it’s your choice... I love you... I could never make you do this, not for my sake. I want you to do what is right for you. But... I don’t know if I could deal with it. I don’t know if I could ever look at you the same way knowing you’d done this.
Judy: ...that... Nick... *she clutches for him, burying her face in his chest. He holds her, tears in his eyes, a trembling smile on his face* You could be the best father in the world Nick, but I just don’t know if I want this. I don’t know if I ever want kids... and I don’t know that I want them now. I need to think about it Nick. I can’t... I WON’T do it just to keep you Nick. I couldn’t respect myself... please Nick... please if I do this... please don’t leave... please try to understand...
Nick: ssh... ssh... okay... okay carrots... *he pets her head* I... if you decide you don’t want to do this I will... I will try okay? I just... I can’t promise you... I can’t promise you I will be okay.
Judy: Nick, if that is how it has to be then that is how it has to be... I’ll always love you... and... it might not matter...
Nick: hmm?
Judy: You are so much bigger than me Nick... I’m scared too... even if I wanted this child... I’m not sure my body can do it... I could die Nick...
Nick: *a sad look on his face* well... if it’s you or the baby...
Judy: Nick... *sigh* I need to think about this Nick... I’ll make an appointment with a doctor... it may not even matter... just... even if he says it can happen... I didn’t know this would be so important to you...
Nick: just... carrots, if there is anything I can do... anything... to convince you to be a parent with me... to keep this child... I will do it, okay. Please... I’m begging you... I want you to be the mother of my child Judy...
Judy: ...I need to get some air Nick... I need to think about it... *she begins to move away from him, putting on her clothing*
Nick: hey... judy... before you leave...
Judy: *at the door* ...yes?
Nick: you... you could have done all this without ever telling me... why did you tell me? If you were this set on not having the child, why talk to me at all?
Judy: Because I love you Nick... I don’t want to go through this alone...
~Fin~
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The Request
A/N: this is for @casbabydontgoineedyou‘s 1k follow challenge. congratulations sweets!!! :) <3
Pairing : Dean x Reader
Warnings : none I guess, plain fluff.
word count : 3k odd
Dialogue prompt : “I didn’t ask to get stuck with you”
Betaed by the amazing @the--blackdahlia who bothered to do it immediately after I asked.. and it was pretty early in the morning for her. love you loads girl <3 Also, she named this baby, so thanks for that, sweetie<3
feedback is much appreciated :)
You huffed loudly as you paced across the motel room, occasionally stopping to glare at the closed door.
Not closed, you reminded yourself... locked.
From the very moment you met the Winchester boys you should have known two things for certain.
One... Sam Winchester was hands down, the friendliest guy ever. And B) his older brother was a total dickhead.
Ugh! That asshole.
The very thought of Dean Winchester had you seething with rage.
But the man you had met two years ago was a charming son of a bitch. Nothing like the arrogant, cocky hunter that you had encountered today.
It seemed like just yesterday, you had bumped into him at the local bar. You’d been there for a drink, exhausted after compiling all the research work for the case you were working on. As you ordered your favourite whiskey, you had glanced at the stranger sitting beside you, a glass of deep amber liquid in his hand. His bright green eyes shone in the dim lighting, forehead glistened as a thin sheen of sweat covered it. His lips parted ever so slightly and the glass moved up to meet them. The liquid swirled as he tilted the glass, drinking the bitter nectar. His eyes closed briefly, as he savoured the burn in his throat.
Hot damn!
You looked away and gulped down your own poison with unnecessary concentration.
However, two whiskeys later, you were happily flirting with him, the booze having given you enough courage. You’d even hailed him as the ‘knight in shining plaid and denim’ when he claimed that he ‘saved people’ for a living. And then you had to be foolish enough to tell him that you were terrified of vampires. However it hadn’t taken you long to join them once you realized that they were hunters.
“Argh! Such an idiot!” you yelled, cursing yourself for being a talkative drunk and him for remembering such silly details. You kicked your duffle bag out of frustration, making the lone machete peep out.
It was just your luck that the monster you were looking for was a vampire; and Dean... he’d immediately managed to bench you. Like how in the hell? You didn’t even owe him.
Yet, the moment Sam confirmed that it was vampires, Dean had forbidden you from continuing. This wasn’t the first time either. Almost about five hunts featuring those bloodsuckers, you’d been left behind. Like hell you’d do the same for this case!
When you refused to follow his words, he’d tricked you into getting locked in your motel room. You didn’t have the keys or your lock picking set; and you never bothered with bobby pins.
With a disappointed sigh you flopped onto your bed.
A loud ping from your phone echoed through the silent room.
‘1 tumblr notification’.
You rolled off, seeking out comfort in your happy place... ever since you’d gotten a tumblr it had helped you deal with the hunting life better. Also, people wrote some really cool stories about you and the boys. You preferably steered clear away from the ones featuring you, opting for reader inserts.
Right now, one of your favourite bloggers had answered your request. Your eyes raked through the screen, your mind trying to recall your request.
“Can you write one where the reader has a huge thing for Dean and she kind of gets stuck with him somewhere and things *wink* happen? ” to which they had replied “sure! I’ve got something real sweet planned for the two of you ;)”
What the?
This wasn’t you; you didn’t write this way!
And you’d definitely not ask something this cheesy!
Sure, you did have a huge crush on the older Winchester, but that didn’t mean you’d act on it; hell, you were sure you’d be rejected and hence had never dwelled on such fantasies.
Your mind reeled with a million questions, making you feel dizzy. Groaning you pushed yourself off the bed, your eyelids suddenly feeling too heavy; you could sense something being terribly wrong but before you could act on it, everything went woozy and you blacked out.
Dean hit the gas pedal, speeding away from the motel room towards the vampire nest, a smirk adorning his face at the success of the stunt he’d pulled up. Y/N’s room keys were on his Baby’s dash, her lock pick in his pocket. There was no way she could follow them now, not unless she broke the door or window; and she would surely not risk that.
Sam seemed to have a permanent bitch face plastered on; in his opinion the clan was too huge for just the two of them, and they were accustomed to having Y/N around, which meant this case was a disaster in the making. However, Dean had been adamant about keeping her out of it. the younger Winchester did not get it – his brother was always a dick towards Y/N; it was so obvious that he had a thing for her, why didn’t he just tell and get over with it?
His internal rants ended when the ugly rundown barn came into view. The boys got down, immediately stacking up their ammo and trudged silently towards the nest.
Despite the hunt being on the forefront of his mind, Dean couldn’t help but think of you, glad that he’d kept you out of the hunt and out of danger. He wasn’t ready to let any harm come to you; he could still remember the fear in your slightly drunken eyes as you spoke of vampires. There was no way he’d let you anywhere close to those suckers again.
Ninety minutes after walking into the barn, Dean was regretting his decisions. They probably needed you way more than he wanted to admit and that was definitely not a good sign. He was currently wrestling three vamps and could clearly hear the disgruntled grunts from the other room where his brother dealt with four others. One of the three got an upper hand and relentlessly punched him twice, thrice until the older Winchester came crashing down, his head lolling back as he blacked out.
When he finally regained consciousness, Dean expected himself to be dead, or turned or at least captive. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to wake up in his motel room.
Did that mean that Sam took them all out? And drove them both back? How long was he out cold anyway?
His eyes squinted, adjusting to the afternoon sunlight while his mind went reeling with questions.
This wasn’t his room; but it felt very familiar. He could pinpoint the exact reason though – was it the smell, the cleanliness, that novel on the nightstand?
His eyes darted around frantically before noticing a body lying at the foot of the bed.
Y/N...
Shit! What happened here?
Despite the dizzy state he quickly scrambled to her, trying to wake her up. “Dammit sweetheart! Open your eyes.”, he whispered, shaking your limp frame.
You woke up to a wild jostling , your body feeling way warmer as someone shook you awake. You groggily looked into frantic bright green eyes and rasped out a “Dean?” Your brain caught up moments later and you pushed yourself away.
“DEAN?!”
Your temper surfaced, immediately sending you to an attack mode as you charged at him. “Why you son of a -” you jumped trying to land a punch on him as he backed off dodging your blows. You circled the bed trying to get him, before leaping right onto him, and taking him down with you as you went crashing down. He winced a little louder than you had expected...
Oh shit! He was probably still sore from the vampire hunt... you hadn’t checked him for injuries; hell you hadn’t even remembered the possible injuries, too caught up in your own world.
You quickly scrambled off and sat up on your knees, hands seeking him for inspection. Instead they met a whoosh of cold air as he pushed you away with a gruff “get ‘ff me!”
It seemed like the sudden jolt of pain had hurt his ego more than his body. His scowl hurt you more than you had expected and so you stayed mum, retiring to one corner of the room while you watched Dean settle in the other.
Dean watched you as you made yourself as small as possible in the corner, wrapping your arms around your legs. What he didn’t know was that being in one place made you very uncomfortable. You were softly rubbing your palm along your arm, as if to seek warmth; a bit later you were vigorously bouncing your leg, a small bead of sweat glistening on your forehead as you tried to calm yourself. Finally, you couldn’t stand it and sought out your earphones and calm down playlist. Hitting the first song, you let the beat engulf you and soon you were belting out Eminem nice and loud.
Dean was freaking out at the other end. You were being abnormally restless, and it seemed as though you’d forgotten about him. He decided he had had enough when you suddenly started rapping aloud, your head bobbing in beat. In two quick strides, he was in front of you, snatching your device with a scowl. “Try listening to actual songs instead of crappy rhymes” he grumbled, dropping his own phone onto your lap, taking yours hostage.
You hardly put up any resistance and simply plugged his phone on, finding your favourite in no time. You’d never admit this aloud, but Dean’s songs always made you feel safe and at home. Your stomach growled reminding you that you hadn’t eaten even a morsel the whole day. Sighing, you chose to ignore it.
Dean apparently had a hidden agenda behind hijacking your phone. Soon he was on his ‘guilty pleasure’ website. No, it wasn’t a porn site; it happened to be a tiny little micro blogging site that you were a member of... and he was dying to know if the request he’d made had gotten through.
However, before he could even get started, there was a flutter of wings, a whoosh of air and lo and behold, there was Gabriel with his signature smirk. Well, that explained the current situation. Both you and Dean stood up abruptly, holding up weapons of your choice.
You spoke first though, your voice already high in temper. “What the hell Gabriel? What problem do you have with us?” the archangel raised a single brow, amused by your outburst. “Whoa, sweet cheeks! No need to be all nasty with me; you asked for this yourself. I just gave you what you wanted.”
“What?! I? Wait that tumblr is you?!”
“Yea.. And you made that request yourself. I answered it just this morning!”
“What requ - ? Oh... oh Wait! That wasn’t me... I don’t know how - ”
You shook your head in disbelief. “This is crazy. Dean, I...” you looked into his wide green eyes “I didn’t ask to get stuck with you.”
Dean didn’t utter a word, but his face did redden with embarrassment. Your turn to get shocked. “It wa- was.. It was YOU?!” your eyes were the size of saucers now.
“Well, that doesn’t give him a free pass at trickery!” he whined. His voice was weak but it did the job. Your attention was back on the archangel, “that’s right you douche. How dare you fool around with our lives?”
Gabriel backed off as your voice found higher octaves; one thing he knew for certain – never mess with a Y/L/N. It never ended well. “Look... you two are constantly butting heads. It’s annoying Sam, me , hell all of those who know you guys. It gets on my nerves... so you two settle your fight and you’ll be let out of here, I promise ya. Till then, have fun.” He winked at you and turned to leave.
“Oh and as compensation, there’s food by the table” he smirked before disappearing in a flutter of wings.
The two of immediately raced towards the table, your stomachs call being way more important than the anger at being tricked. However, you stopped abruptly the moment you saw what lay on the table – pie. One of the early lessons you’d gotten after living with the boys – stay away from Sam’s hair, Dean’s Baby and pie.
Dean hadn’t even noticed your retreat until he was half done with the pie. He turned wondering why you weren’t pouncing at him, your hunger usually making you an animal. You were curled on the couch, your hand squeezing your tummy to still the hungry rumbles; the TV was on, some random chick flick playing. Your eyes were distant, as if you were praying for it all to end. Dean carefully treaded back and seated himself right next to you. The cold war was still on, but you needed to have something in your system first; Dean knew hunger like no one else, and there was no way in hell he’d let you see even a wee bit of it. He slowly raised the remaining piece to your mouth.
You became aware of his presence when the sweet scent of the dish tantalized your nostrils. It was followed by the actual sweet taste as he pressed it against your lips. You took a tiny bite, your eyes seeking his, wondering what he was playing at. He simply smiled and whispered, “Have it all.”
For a moment it was all good, like you two didn’t hate each other and were taking a day off. There was no hostility – just small genuine smiles when your eyes found his, and soft commentary on how heavenly the pie tasted. Hell, you even shared that tiny piece that was left.
Then, Dean had to ruin the moment by changing the channel. True, you had no clue what was playing before, and you weren’t even interested in it but that didn’t mean you’d watch the crap sitcom he wanted to. “No. Nope. No fucking way.” You swatted his hand, snatching the remote from him and flicking through the channels, searching for something you liked. Dean gripped your hand trying to pry the device out of your firm grasp. When he succeeded you simply jumped forward and blocked the TV sensor. “Oh come on! I’m just putting on something we both like!” he whined. Your eyes narrowed, you raised a brow in question “Scooby Doo?”
“Scooby Doo.”
“Done.”
The two of you finally settled on the couch, your favourite ghost hunters running across the screen.
You were tired. The whole incident had worn you out and a few episodes later you were yawning, exhaustion filling your bones. At first you curled in wrapping your arms around your legs, sighing at the lack of warmth. And then, Hoping Dean wouldn’t realize, you inched closer to him, seeking warmth.
Dean felt a weight on his shoulder, distracting him from the TV . He didn’t turn completely, lest he may wake you up; instead he adjusted himself such that both of you were comfortable, so you wouldn’t wake up with a stiff neck. As his eyes returned back to the screen he couldn’t keep the smile from forming on his face.
Sam slashed his machete left and right; the bodies fell around him, heads decapitated.
Yet he was losing.
It was an ambush – there were way too many of them and were expecting the boys. Dean was already out cold. The younger Winchester tried his best, fighting three at a time until one of them got him from behind. He felt the pain in the back of his neck and his vision clouded as he came down on his knees. A bright light then encompassed him and he felt safe, like someone had saved him, like it would be alright. His ears rang with the dying screech of the vampires. When he opened his eyes, his eyes met the whiskey gold ones of the archangel. Gabriel helped him up, healed his wounds with a touch and took him to the impala. He however refused to search for Dean, who was now missing. Gabriel simply smirked and said “don’t worry golden boy, Deano is in the right place”. Sam groaned at the thought of another trick, but Gabe assured him that ‘he would thank him later’ before disappearing with the flutter of wings. It took hours of blindly searching before Sam remembered his locked up best friend. Hoping that you might help him (though it was highly unlikely) he hurriedly jogged to her room, the keys jiggling in his grasp.
It was surprisingly quiet when he opened the door; the room seemed unnaturally unharmed. It was so unlike you to not do anything. His gun in hand, he crept in only to be met by soft snores by the couch. The TV was still on, Scooby Doo still scampering around. Dean was sprawled on the couch his head lolled back as he slept. His arm wrapped around your frame, holding you close as you snuggled in, deep in sleep.
A smile crept on his face as he took in the scene.
Guess he’d have to thank the archangel after all.
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Fumes
Anonymous asked: jealous!Bucky maybe?? pls c:
A/N: Ask and you shall receive:) xx Also! someone pointed out the fact that my fic titles are usually song names and they are 100% correct! I usually write in the song I listened to first while writing this. This time it was Fumes by The Eden Project.
Warnings: swearing, heavy make out session, suggestive dialogue.
Sometimes you just want Bucky, and only Bucky.
But, you couldn’t anymore. Because you two had broken up.
It took everything in your power not to be upset with how things ended, but you knew that you couldn’t hold onto the empty feeling it gave you when you thought about it any longer. He wasn’t yours anymore, and you weren’t his.
The thing is, you lived together. The building was big, sure, but on occasion you still passed by each other in the hall. You gave him an awkward half-smile, while he would look at you with a lost look in his eyes, his mouth twitching as if he wanted to say something but he never did.
You weren’t assigned on missions with him anymore, which was terrible because the two of you worked best when together. A team that was unbeatable, all broken because of a fight that could have easily been avoided.
Tonight was the first night in a while that you had to be in the same room as him for long periods of time. It was Tony’s birthday, and of course everyone had to be there. You tried to get out of it but you figured that you could handle seeing Bucky for a while. Just long enough to be polite.
You studied your reflection in the mirror, smiling happily at the simple black maxi dress you wore with pride. You may only be going out for a moment, but you were damn sure to make it worth it.
With a swipe of red lipstick on your lips, you were ready to attend the party. Even though it was just a simple walk down the stairs, that is.
The main room was full of people, a lot of which you recognized and some you didn’t know at all.
A rush of anxiety washed over you once you noticed multiple eyes on you. You brought yourself down the stairs, trying to mingle with people whom you’ve never met before. An hour had passed, and there was no sign of Bucky. You were confused to say the least, but grateful you wouldn’t have to deal with the awkwardness.
You heard him before you spotted him, though.
Bucky was never one to drink, but you could tell he was extremely drunk by the way he hung around Steve like a monkey to a tree. He talked loudly and animatedly, sipping on his drink continuously.
You furrowed your brows, turning back to Sam who had been the reason you hadn’t left yet. “He isn’t worth it, yknow.” Sam muttered, tapping your shoulder lightly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You defended, downing more champagne than you anticipated to.
Sam rolled his eyes, “Listen, I know Bucky. Sometimes he does stupid shit, and one of the stupid things he has done was lose you. There’s no going back on that.”
You sighed, “Why are you so nice to me?”
“Because you deserve it. You’ve been through a lot recently.” Sam explained, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Shall we dance?”
A breath of air blew out your nose, “Sure.” You gave him a smile and took his hand in yours, following him to the dancefloor.
You laughed as the upbeat song that was playing almost immediately ended, a slower song taking it’s place. “Lovin’ can hurt. . .” Sam sang along cheekily, taking his hand in yours and placing his other on your hip.
You daintily rested your other hand on his shoulder, attempting to mask your clumsy dancing skills with a smile.
Sam took you into his arms, spinning you outward. Unfortunately, it was then you saw Bucky. Seemingly sobered up, he stood straight up and watched every move you two made. You shook your head, following Sam’s lead as you spun together.
A laugh erupted between the two of you as the song ended, your head resting on Sam’s chest. “Who knew you could dance like that?”
“I certainly didn’t!” You laughed, the next song starting to play. Thankfully it was more upbeat, so you danced close to Sam while cracking jokes back and forth.
You could feel Bucky’s eyes on you, burning into your skull like a laser but you kept your attention on Sam while he did his tiring rendition of the robot.
“It’s terrible!” You laughed, mocking his moves.
It was then that you saw Bucky rushing towards the two of you. Before you could stop him, Sam was up and in front of you. “Are you serious, (Y/N)? Right in front of me?”
Oh no. He was mad.
“Buck, back away before you do something stupid.” Sam reasoned, the party now standing still.
Your cheeks grew red but Bucky continued to speak, a finger on Sam’s chest accusingly, “You fucking know how much I’m hurting over this.”
You swallowed, noticing the crack in Bucky’s voice. Sam’s chest heaved slightly, his shoulders relaxing once he saw Steve rush to Bucky. His hand brushed his shoulder before Bucky knocked it off, “No! Fuck you both!”
“Bucky, you’re drunk.” You muttered from behind Sam.
“And she speaks!” he let out a sarcastic laugh, “You infuriate me, (Y/N).”
Bucky stalked off, tossing his drink away. Everyone around turned back to their conversations, though quieter and closer. Steve started to follow but you grabbed his shoulder. “No, I’ll go.”
“You sure about that?” Sam asked, concern racing over his features.
You nodded, swallowing the bile that rose to your throat and gathering your senses.
Your feet carried you toward the door, a sigh leaving your throat as you walked the stairs to the roof where you knew he would be.
Sure enough, there he was sitting on the edge with his feet dangling over the street below. His eyes watched the city lights, looking deep in thought.
“Bucky?” You asked, taking off your heels and walking steadily toward him. Bucky stood up, walking towards you and backing you against the wall. “Do you think that was funny? Doing that to me?”
Bucky’s breath smelled like bourbon and licorice, his eyes blazing with what seemed like fury but you knew something resided underneath. “Nothing was happening between us!” You defended, throwing your hands in the air.
“Really? Because it definitely seemed like something was happening when you were hung all over him!” Bucky yelled back, his chest heaving.
“Even if something did happen, what would have to do with it? We’re not together anymore! You chose that and now look where we are!” Your voice bounced off the walls around you, the echo reminding you just how high up you were.
Bucky stepped closer towards you, “You know I’ll never get over you.”
Something clicked inside you, your brain turning with every word he said. It was then you realized that you felt the same, there was no way in hell you would ever get over him, especially living in the same building as him.
Your anger faded, your lips connecting with his roughly. Bucky responded immediately, his hands kneading your body hungrily.
This kiss was different. You didn’t feel the sweet sparks that you usually did. Instead they were replaced by a blazing fire in the bit of your stomach. You really missed him, and you didn’t realize how much until he had touched you again.
He lifted your legs, allowing you to wrap them around his torso, holding you tightly against the wall. “Fuck, doll. . .” he trailed off, peppering kisses across your neck.
Your breathing was harsh, goosebumps appearing all over your body. “Bucky you need to-” you gasped as he bit down on your earlobe.
“Hmm?” He hummed questioningly, holding you as close to him as possible. Your brain clouded, completely forgetting what you were going to say.
“Oh, Buck.” Your head lolled to the side, allowing Bucky more access to your neck.
Fireworks continued to go off in your belly, heat pooling in between your legs while you kissed Bucky as if you hadn’t in years. You missed him more than anything, and you were definitely glad that you made the decision to confront him.
“I love you.” He gasped into your ear.
Your cheeks heated at his words, doing a backflip in your head before bringing his lips back to yours, “I love you too.”
Maybe you should make Bucky jealous more often.
#i hope you liked it!!!#much love as always and send me more requests dolls!#bucky x reader#Bucky Barnes#Sebastian Stan#bucky barnes x reader
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1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?
i sort of talked abt this in my last ask but the closest thing i have to a current project is called bells and whiskey and its very goofy very earnest very love letter to ttrpgs. we've also got ur classic baltimore new adult urban fantasy (what is and what can be), ur Teens In Suburbia Accidentally Get Superpowers And Now Just Like Have To Deal With That On Top Of Everything (better days), ur child hero aftermath trauma analysis (chosen), ur middle grade triplet paranormal investigators (still untitled idfk). junkyard witches. fantasy heist. fantasy roadtrip to play matchmaker for ancient deities. theres... a lot going on over here
4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)
“Molly Anne,” he said, drawing out the syllables. “Why don’t you tell me what’s actually bothering you?”
Sighing, I buried my face in my arms, folded neatly on the edge of the blankets. “They wrecked the boats,” I mumbled.
Dad made a contemplative noise, a distinctive and familiar hum. I blinked into the dark little space I had created, eyelashes brushing against the wood of the bed frame. He was going to say, nothing that can’t be replaced, Molls. It was what he said every time something ridiculous and terrible happened at the Harpy’s Roost, like a bar fight, or a customer claiming a hellhound as an emotional support animal, or an adventuring party with no concept of respect for property tearing the place apart. He would sigh with his whole body, then shake himself out and tap my nose, and say, It’s nothing that can’t be replaced. All that matters is we’re alright.
It was a minute that I sat there, blinking, before I lifted my head up. Dad was fast asleep, head lolled to the side, mouth just slightly open. I swallowed and stood, adjusting the pillow beneath him. And then I left, closing the door on my way out.
(i call this one "ouch")
7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?
oh jeez i truly have no idea. i think theres a certain level of wit or humor i try to insert into all my narration, if that makes sense? like idk if i ever write truly dry stuff at least not longform. and at least not on purpose lmao. and ig my style is pretty matter of fact? like i dont think theres a lot of crazy risks syntax wise, or maybe im just super caught up in molly narration because shes definitely very matter of fact (whether the facts are true is debatable)
19. Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)
dialogue dialogue dialogue!!!! i knwo this isnt exactly what the question is asking like its a little vague but dialogue my beloved. love me some good witty reparte. some banter. etc
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