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whatgaviiformes · 1 year

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Dreamers + EOS (September Prompts 😊)

Hi there! Do you know how long I've had this - I'd come back to it, read it, want to change the idea, read something that was similar, decide I like it still, decide I hate it still, you know how it goes. I decided it wasn't doing any good sitting in my drafts, so I'm going to share what I have. It's not cohesive, and it was supposed to lead into fluff - Eos learning about how to help the boys after their dreams, but at this stage, it's definitely not there yet. It's a bigger project than I can take on, so... excuses aside - it's angst, sorry.

Characters: John, Eos, Virgil, Gordon Words 1.3K Warnings: Brief mention of nightmares

... Dreamers

There may be no sound in space, but Five was not born from the cosmos.

Made of the Earth and by human hands, she is no less a product of the world below her than her thunderous sisters, and as such the sounds of Five are no less silent than the flurry of activity from the lives below. The mechanical hums, the beeping that accompanies visual cues that monitor the weather, built into macros to sound a different alarm should certain parameters be met. Eos' laugh. The breathing of the human who watches the lives below, awaiting their call, and all the fear and sadness that transmit through the radio when they do.

Up in Five, hushed tones sink into the hums of the mechanisms that surround, as if by being closer to the soundless the words will disappear and the weight of them will drift to the unreachable ends of the Universe.

It's John though, the one who listens, who takes them, holds them. He is a story collector up in Five, a dreamer who knows dreams, and a well-practiced ear when inevitably they can't make it all go away.

His shoulders curve, and his body takes the mumbled words from the comm into his chest. He whispers, "It wasn't real, Virgil. You're on Tracy Island. You're safe."

The man on the other end of the comm heaves, his breath shuddering, and John continues, "You're ok. It wasn't real."

They both look worn, though John carries his turmoil in his shoulders, while Virgil looks to have been slammed by the force of Thunderbird One for all the red of his eyes and the hunch of his back around himself and the tugging of his hair in disarray.

Eos is there and John knows she is watching while he calms his brother down and tries to edge him back into sleep. She understands that this is not a moment for her, as John gestured for her to remain quiet when he picked up the comm. One finger over his lips in a signal she has learned means silence, but coming from John is not hostile. In all the times he used it, he's explained his reasoning after, so she's also added the "I'll explain later" as subtext to the file she has on John Tracy and body language. She hovers on the outside of visual range and listens and waits for instructions.

Which he gives her. Because at precisely three minutes after the start of the call, John realizes that a simple encouragement to go back to sleep will not solve the problem this time. His brother is too worked up.

She receives the message directly, typed out with his fingers on the digital keypad below and sent to her code: Eos, please turn on the tea maker in the kitchen and run for chamomile. 2 servings, 2 sugars.

Happy to be able to help, she does so, thanking the primitive appliance with a spark of energy, while at the same time watching John wrangle Virgil out of bed and encouraging him to walk it off and get some fresh air.

The Virgil on screen bounces as he moves to the kitchen with the comm in his grasp, then clutching an oversized helping of tea, he brings them out with him to the pool deck. And it's there Virgil talks to him until he begins yawning. This time John does a lot more listening.

Virgil ends the call when he is ready.

"What was that?" Eos asks once the comm is closed.

"A bad dream, Eos."

"What is a dream?"

John Tracy has to think about this question. There's the answer he knows, and an answer that will help Eos understand. And those are different things. "When we sleep, we don't shut off all the way,” he says eventually, “ and our mind still creates stories even while we rest. So imagine a dream like a person's background process."

"Why did Virgil Tracy's dreams affect him like that if they were just background processes?"

"He's a vivid dreamer. It means everything in the dream feels as if it's real, and so he woke up with that panicked sense of danger as if he experienced it. Because, for him, he did."

She files this under the sub folder for Virgil Tracy and amends her data for his beverage choice from just coffee to mostly coffee but situationally tea. Theory - related to dreaming. Data inconclusive and more will be needed.

…..

The next time someone calls, it's Gordon. Eos doesn't like Gordon. She's "not fond" of most people except for John, but Gordon Tracy she knows she doesn't like. His eyes aren't serious enough. He causes John Tracy to pinch at the bridge of his nose, an action she doesn't understand yet, but she doesn't like it because it comes with a spike in the human's stress response.

Ergo, Gordon Tracy causes stress.

"You're right about that, Eos," he's told her before. Then on another day - "It's not really his fault. He tends to be a beacon for trouble."

Gordon Tracy is no more a light than she is a moon rock, so she is still trying to understand this statement. John is not usually so contradictory. She understands that this is Gordon's fault.

His processors are not as quick as John's so she's not surprised that when he calls he's silent and locked up like he just got caught in one of her firewalls.

What she doesn't expect is for her creator to suddenly get what she's read as "chatty."It's obvious Gordon has shut off from being able to understand John and yet John talks to him with a speed she hasn't seen out of him before. And even though Gordon doesn't answer the questions or address what John is talking about, John keeps moving from one memory to another.

"Blue," the other man says eventually. "The bike Dad got me was blue."

And that was the question John asked 2.67 seconds ago, and she'd found a picture in her databank of that Christmas and pulled up the response in milliseconds.

"Very good," John says. "You're right, I think. I got a telescope instead of a bike. Do you remember?"

The figure nods, but at least his response is almost immediate that time.

When the call closes, it doesn't seem like much of anything happened at all. Not with how slowly Gordon Tracy was thinking. She mentions it to John. Because she has opinions on better uses to fill his time instead of having Gordon stare at him.

"That's not what it was, Eos. Have you looked for the phrase night terrors before?" She does so after .0009 seconds. "They are dreams, but they take place when the brain is in a different stage of processing."

"Why could he not tell you what was wrong?"

"He couldn't remember," John says. "It's a silent scream. The same fear you've seen Virgil wake up from, but he can't tell me what the dreams are about. That's a feature of them. I have a guess though. It would be like if I erased the last 30 min then asked you to repeat it back."

"But you wouldn't do that would you?" Her lights flash red.

"Of course not, Eos."

"Why does Gordon's brain do that to him?"

"It's just something that happens. He had them as a kid. We used to share a room for a time, when we were growing up and he's called me after an episode ever since. I don't know if it's me talking to him that helps or if he pulls himself out on his own."

This is fascinating information, and a question she plans to answer for John once more data is acquired. Gordon Tracy may prove useful for something yet.

"What is your hypothesis?" she asks, to begin her studies on this matter. John hasn't led her astray yet, and maybe understanding this will help her understand Gordon Tracy.

"Well, the frequency increased after his hydrofoil accident. So my theory is that the terrors send him back there..."

And that's all she wrote, folks...

#Gavii Scribit #Ask box prompts #onereyofstarlight #john tracy #eos thunderbirds #virgil tracy #gordon tracy #tw: nightmares

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jungw8ns · 3 years

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GOING TO AN ESCAPE ROOM WITH ENHYPEN !

PAIRING: boyfriend!enha x gn!reader. GENRE: established relationship, fluff, crack. WARNINGS: profanity (not that much tho), mentions of death (?). WORD COUNT: 100 - 200 each member.

HEESEUNG:

the two of you were so pumped playing an escape room together for the first time that the other people in line had to calm you guys down (which was trully embarrassing to say the least 🤐🤐)

he was looking at the ranking board filled with pictures of players that had succeeded in the shortest amount of time and he just wanted nothing more than to see both your faces on there

but anyways, we all know how competitive heeseung gets 🕴️

oh boy let me tell you, this guy WAS SPEEDRUNNING IT but not the kind you were thinking

the second the timer had started he was literally SPRINTING AROUND THE ROOM LOOKING FOR CLUES YET COMPLETELY MISSING THEM 🏃‍♂️💨💨💨

while he was busy running around, you were picking up the little details in the room and in no time managed to open a few locks

"y/n look i found– oh 😐😑😐"

HE WAS SULKING PLSSS 😭😭😭

when you noticed him standing from afar staring at you with his arms crossed, you called him to solve this one puzzle you already did

*gasps* "oh no! babe i don't understand how to do this, please help me 😔😔🤥🙏🙏"

he had to bite his lower lip to stop himself from letting out that cocky grin but it got out eventually

"oh it's so easy sweetheart, just put this here and then voila! 😉"

when the two of you escaped you suprisingly got to take a polaroid with him home after ranking 2nd in the records

heeseung was the one who held onto it tho, placing it underneath his clear phonecase for safekeeping <3

JAY:

GOD THIS DUDE

THE ESCAPE ROOM WASN'T EVEN THAT SCARY AND YET EVERYTIME YOU GUYS OPEN A LOCK OR A DOOR HIS FIGHT OR FLIGHT INSTINCTS COME UP 😭😭👊👊

"y/n stay behind me >:(("

"um, babe, you do realize that's just a door right?"

"WE'LL BETTER SAFE THAN SORRY?? THE STAFF COULD'VE PROGRAMMED IT TO GROW LEGS?? 😵🧐🧐"

you knew you shouldn't have played horror games with him a few nights ago cause he looked like he was about to lose his mind 😔

you had to shove his ass aside and move on to the next mission cause the both of you knew that he was stalling 🏌️‍♀️

jay was being extra clingy the whole time you were playing, he'd either link arms with you or hold hands (he's literally so adorable) 💞💞

BUT THEN YOU THOUGHT OF DOING A PRANK ON HIM

while you were roaming around the room trying to solve a puzzle, you saw this horse mask on a nearby table

and so you made sure jay was distracted and put on the mask

you could've NOT worn the dusty old thing but where was the fun in that?

"jay can you come here for a sec?"

you hid behind the wall beside the door frame waiting for him to come into your sight and attacked him

now, how about we guess what happens next?

a. he faints

b. he runs away

or c. he slaps you in the face and forces you to buy him food for the rest of the night

if you guessed c then YAY! YOU'RE CORRECT 🥳🎉🎉🎊

THIS HOE SLAPS YOU AS HE SHOULD

"$##/@+(+'£%(:?!!)&£**/*%@"

when he finally takes off the mask like those scenes in scooby doo he's never felt so betrayed in his life

"i- I TRUSTED YOU 😭😭😭 YOU BETTER BUY ME FOOD LATER, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS, THE BETRAYAL???? LITERALLY UNPROVOKED?????"

he wouldn't stop side eyeing you until you guys finally pulled up on the mcdonalds drive thru

"hi, can i get two um– bts meals please? 😒😒 and two oreo mc flurries 🙄🙄 and also large fries 😐😐"

sane (1/3)

would be trailing behind you like a little puppy (i love him so much 😭😭😭)

he either has his arm linked with yours or held hands every five minutes

JAKE:

really focused on the puzzles he's doing but the second he hears you call out his name for help he's there beside you with the sweetest smile

but anyways, mans was POPPING OFF the entire time you were playing

he was solving problem after problem in no time (he wanted to impress you is why he activated his inner flash ⚡⚡) but he did let you play tho, the last thing he wanted to do was make you pissed at him for hogging all the games

def buried jake with compliments and forehead kisses right after ❤️__❤️

and so the two of you got out in like an hour and a few which you were very proud of

"you were so cool today babe, good job !!"

"aww thank you angel 😊😊"

sane (2/3)

SUNGHOON:

would be linking pinkies with you the whole time, only letting go whenever the both of you had to solve something that needed two or more people

there was this one game tho where he had to arm wrestle this literal hand lever to open the door to the last room (yea...don’t ask why, the staffs were pretty weird 😬😬)

it made him enjoy the experience a bit more as it was only the two of you playing instead of getting accompanied by strangers

HGAWAHSGDHSGHDA PLSS THIS GUY

“oh this’ll be easy, y/n step aside, i’ll handle this 😏😏😏”

idk if you were supposed to think about how handsome he looked with his serious expression on and his veiny hands coming into frame or be worried for him because the lever was REAL HARD to pull that his veins looked like they were going to pop any second soon, you stepped in and helped him tho cause you were a good s/o <3

from a spectators point of view, the two of you looked like y’all were about shit your pants but the two of you eventually succeeded on beating it, immediately dragging him to the next room which had a sofa in it, laying down to catch your breaths

cliché moment ahead ⚠️⚠️

the two of you shared a few laughs before standing up on the empty space, held hands and started to jump in circles to celebrate your success 💃💃

yupp, y’all were never going back to that hellhole again

very stubborn at first, he wanted nothing to do with the game but then you held him at gunpoint by saying:

SUNOO:

"please just this once or else i'll revoke your mint choco ice cream rights 🔫🔫🔫"

"BUT IT'S SCARY IN THERE BABE :((("

"it won't be that scary sunshine, besides, i'll be ready to 🤜💥 yk?? trust me babe i would never let anyone hurt you <33"

kinda pissed since you blackmailed him into the place and also bc he wanted to play bumper cars and dance mania but he yea he caved in pretty quick 😋😋

(y/n let him play his games in peace tf >:(((( )

once you guys got in tho he realized how normal it was and that it was not terrifying at all

THE EPITOME OF CLINGY OMFG

he wouldn't stop back hugging you and you couldn't bring yourself to push him away to play the games so you just let him walk behind you with his arms on your shoulders 😩😩

(y'all were walking kinda funny but don't tell sunoo that 🤫🤫🤫)

yea the two of you ended up escaping with a whopping 2 hours and a few minutes

but it was the effort that counts so A+++++ for the both if you 😜👍👍👍

sane (3/3)

JUNGWON:

was the one who suggested going, he even searched on naver about really good escape room places to visit and was overall really looking forward it

he liked going to places and having fun with you so it wasn't a shock how his eyes were literally crescents and his dimples were so evident

yea he literally rushed the both of you to the place that you were the first in line 😵

while waiting for the staff to finish setting up he was playing with your connected hands like 🖐️✊🖐️✊ (so precious 💞💞)

"y/n why are you taking so long 😭😭 what if they close and we end up not solving a single lock, hurry up por favorrr 😩🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏"

when they finally lead you to the room he was kind of surprised that they had separated the two of you into different spaces (like the one with txt where they had the answers to the other member's puzzles yk???)

he was locked inside a telephone stand while you were handcuffed in the main room

dw the two of you reunited after a few minutes cause jungwon was rushing his lock to get to you 🤭

you both were progressing at an average pace and it made you guys a lot more closer (not that you guys weren't before but you get what i mean)

after you guys escaped the two of you went to eat curry and talked about the whole experience 😋✌️✌️✌️

this boy literally dragged you in the escape room with him

NIKI:

HE DIDN'T EVEN GIVE YOU TIME TO REFUSE HE JUST 😐👉🚪

"ok masterchefs, in order to test your abilities we must go through series of puzzles and make it out alive, understood?"

he tried ignoring how confused you were and went on to try and get you guys to escape

HE'S LAUGHING AT YOU FOR WHATEVER REASON AND OBV YOU LAUGH ASWELL CAUSE WHO WOULDN'T??? his laugh is so contagious pls 🤖🤖 he was so close to d wording cause he couldn't breathe from laughing too much

yea.. you guys spent so much time laughing at each other for being so dumb at this that you ended up playing 'till closing time

spoiler alert: he fails on doing anything cause the second you made eye contact with him this child collapses 😍🤩

GIRL SO EMBARRASSING 🤡🤡

THE STAFF KICKED THE BOTH OF YOU OUT AND NOW YOU GUYS WERE BANNED FROM THE PLACE ☠️☠️

"haunted house next weekend???"

"BET"

NOTE – god they were WAY funnier in my head but yeah.... i love them so much AND OMFG HAVE YOU GUYS SEEN HEESEUNG’S SELCAS LAST NIGHT???!?@??#?@?!?@ HE’S NOT REAL WTF ⁉️❓❓⁉️

also, idk why BUT EVERY TIME I SAVE A DRAFT the paragraphs get scrambled?? £!?) 6=6) 🤣😂💔💔🤣🤣😂💔 it's so annoying but anyways, ilysm pls stay safe and have a great day <33

#enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen fluff #enhypen x gender neutral reader #heeseung x reader #jay x reader #jake x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunoo x reader #jungwon x reader #niki x reader #jungw8ns

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impaladolan · 3 years

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Home Alone - Grayson Dolan

summary: after a long week of work, y/n needs some sort of relaxation and relief. although, her outlook on relieving her frustrations isn’t what grayson had in mind...

warnings: tid bit fluffy, swearing, vibrator use, & smut

a/n: been in my unfinished drafts for a bit..

"Are you sure you don't want to tag along, baby?" Grayson longingly questioned, his brows crinkled and his lips almost forming a pout.

"I haven't been able to do laundry all week. God knows it won't get done unless I do it now." Y/N chuckles, balancing a full basket of freshly dried clothes on her hip, watching her lover wrap his fist around the front door's handle.

Every other weekend, at the Dolan residences, the two brothers, and sometimes their wives, would gather with some of their friends and watch their favorite football teams. And later on, they'd play board games or watch some movies. Normally, Y/N would be the one begging Grayson to hurry up and get ready to attend the biweekly event, except this time.

Y/N has different plans...

It had been a brutal week at work, her boss was currently taking out her "divorce emotions" on her employees and Y/N was getting the rougher end of it. She was relieved when it was finally the weekend and she could stress clean, calm her nerves in some sort of self efficient way and relax after a tough couple days.

She hadn't even had the thought of a sexual release, until she had dreamt multiple naughty scenarios just last night during her deep slumber. She couldn't exactly pinpoint what all she had dreamed, but she remembers waking up with a dripping arousal and a sore ache at her very center. And though her husband was laid right next to her, perfectly capable of satisfying her womanly needs, she decided using other resources would be a better fit.

Don't get her wrong, she loves being pleasured by the only man who knows exactly how to, but she felt embarrassed. She didn't want to come across as a sex-crazed women to Grayson, even though it would never make a difference to him.

They're married, for goodness sake.

"I can stay back and help out. We could even have our own little movie night if you wanted," He began, releasing his hand from the door and taking a few steps toward Y/N, whose lips turned into a cheesy smile as he drew closer to her.

"Just you and me," He took the basket filled with clothes from her hip and set it on the floor, intertwining his large hands with her smaller ones, eliciting a short laugh from Y/N. He brought her closer to his frontside, creating a ballroom dance-like formation and began shuffling around with her in his arms. Like an old married couple, they slowly danced around the room, him twirling her in his grasp while Y/N admirably gazed upon him.

Her cheeks were rosy with admiration, finding his little act of affection adorable. "You get easily distracted, huh?" Y/N grinned, resting her chin happily on his shoulder, his minuscule beard hairs tickling certain parts of her neck.

"Well, you looked too pretty over here by yourself," He softly explained against her ear. "And I wanted to dance around a room with a beautiful woman like you. So, I am." He lowered his hands beneath her and slew her into a romantic dip, planting a sweet kiss upon her lips. She returned one back, feeling her heart grow two sizes larger, much like the Grinch movie portrays, if anything.

"Grayson, I know how much you enjoy football, especially with the boys," She was only making excuses, but he had tempted her to just cuddle on the couch all day and watch plethoras of movies and munch on various snacks. But the low rattle in the depths her core was motioning her in a different way, and she just couldn't survive the rest of the day without fixing her little problem.

"Hmm, you're right. But when I get back, we're ordering take out and watching movies. Got it?" He chuckles, bringing the both of them back up into a standing position.

"M'hm, be safe." Y/N smiles, planting another kiss on her lover's lips before leaving his warmth. She waved goodbye to him as he left their abode, sweetly grinning as she went back to finishing up the laundry before the real reason she was staying home, would begin.

Though the couple's intimate relations seemed innocent and loving, they each had a different side to them, specifically in the bedroom.

The two never shied away from new experiences and would most certainly dabble into different areas of the "sex world," if you will. They, of course, had their preferences and different kinks, but Y/N seemed to be more open and freeing for that sort of stuff.

For the different occasions that they felt a bit more lustful and yearning for one another, they kept a locked trunk of knickknacks in their closet. You see, that's the one Grayson knows about, but Y/N keeps a smaller one, filled to the brim with all of her own toys, in a section of her closet that he never really pays attention to. If he had any idea that she kept self-pleasuring items for her own uses, he'd be absolutely ballistic.

Thankfully, he doesn't...

The moment Y/N threw the last bits of dirty laundry left, into the washer, she practically sprinted to their shared bedroom. After rummaging through the trunk filled with "accessories," she found a nice, pretty pink vibrator to do the trick, as well as a black silk blindfold to shield her own eyes. She was already rid of her clothes and sprawled across the wide bed in an instance, tying the piece of cloth over her eyes.

Though, unbeknownst to Y/N, Grayson was already on his way back home. As soon as he had pulled into his brother's driveway, they had called to cancel— a certain emergency about something Grayson didn't really pay attention to listen to. He was thrilled that he didn't have to leave Y/N at home, all by herself to do chores all day. And luckily, their houses weren't too far apart from each other, so Grayson was back home within fifteen minutes of leaving it.

He didn't feel the need to text Y/N, she was probably busy anyway and possibly wouldn't respond. He figured she would hear the garage door open and expect that he was already home.

Little does he know...

As soon as he was parked and out of his vehicle, Grayson was trudging down stairs to the laundry room, in search of Y/N. He was surprised that she wasn't there, but he figured she might just be folding on the couch, trying to get ahead on one of the TV series the two were drawn into.

Grayson chuckles as he makes his way back upstairs, though his brows curtly furrow, his ears almost perking at the muffled sounds coming from the hallway.

Their shared room, to be precise.

With a pondering look upon his face, he kicks off his shoes and makes his way towards his bedroom, quietly twisting the door handle and pushing it inward. He opens the door wide enough to secretly look inside, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness that enveloped the entire expanse. The noises he had heard only seconds ago were more prominent, and his eyes had fallen on the object creating the aroused sounds;

Y/N.

She was laid out on their bed, legs wide open and shaking while her hands were constantly pressuring a fucking sex toy against her soaked pussy. Grayson froze, pure anger washing over him and turning his face a turbulent shade of red, washing away his pleasant mood. He almost stormed in there, ready to rip the stupid machine away from her hands and show her what a real orgasm feels like.

But he somehow contained himself, and instead, watched the scene play out in front of his very own eyes, vexation spilling from his entire countenance.

Y/N didn't hear the garage door open and close, or even the beep of Grayson's truck when he locked it. She hadn't even heard his feet stomping up and down the stairs, or his lingering chuckles. She was so caught up in how she was feeling.

The artificial vibrations that buzzed upon her core made the world around her so euphoric and heavenly. She'd brush the toy upon her clit, forcing her entire body shake with deep pleasure and a soft moan to emit from her mouth. It felt so nice, and she was so close to the brink of releasing.

She was already feeling better, and naughty. If Grayson were to find her this way, masturbating freely in the open and satisfying herself, she would never live to see another day. But she didn't care at this point, she just wanted to finally cum.

And she was extremely close.

Her hips began to buckle, while her backside rose from the bed and her free hand twisted at the sheets beneath her. "Mm- just a little more—" Her entire core was pulsating, so fucking close to just letting go.

So close..

"Don't fucking cum yet, slut." Grayson's voice boomed throughout the room, making Y/N's movements freeze in terror and shock. Before she could think of some sort of explanation or reasoning as to what she's doing, her blindfold is ripped from her eyes, while the vibrator that was once nuzzled up on her pussy, was taken away as well. Now, she felt so empty and wanting, edged to an almost release.

"Jesus- You're fucking dripping, for fucksake." His tone was harsh, and Y/N felt like crying. She held onto her tears as she watched him examine the drenched vibrator, still buzzing in his hands. Out of the loss of contact, she began to whine, squeezing her thighs together to create at least a little bit of friction.

"Grayson, please—" She began to huff, but her shuttering voice was interrupted by the aggravated man pacing in front of her.

"I don't think I fucking asked you to talk, did I?" He glared at her, though just the sight of Y/N's exposed body made him shudder with a tinge of want.

Against his wishes, Y/N continued her whines, her breathing still ragged and finally her own hand traveling down to her soaked heat. She didn't care if she'd be in more trouble, she just needed to unravel the knot inside her, whether she'd pay for that mistake later or if not.

She didn't get far, because Grayson caught her wrist before it made it all the way down to her center, and brought it up to the headboard. He wrapped a leather strip around both of her wrists, mumbling incoherent spews of anger, doing the same with her ankles against the bedposts.

"I-I, I thought you were gonna watch football.." She began, but a low growl sounded from Grayson, and the blindfold was placed back over her eyes, while a different type of cloth was shoved in her mouth. Y/N feels the numbing slap across her thigh before hearing the connection's sound, an exasperated scream muffling out of her filled mouth.

"I'd stop talking if I were you. Unless you want to be choked by Daddy’s fucking cock, darling." His voice rattled her insides, and she dared not to make another sound, already dug far too deep in a hole anyway. "Get ready princess, m'gonna edge the fuck out of you. Maybe then, you'll remember to ask me for permission to use your fucking toys." His voice soon faded from her ears as a higher vibration than before was nudged right up against her swollen clit, making her figure convulse in imploding pleasure.

It took an entire hour for Grayson to edge Y/N twelve fucking times. She was a mess, sweat droplets dotting her hairline while her pussy remained in slippery shambles. He didn't say a word, and Y/N held her tongue from shouting profanities after the several losses of contact. She hadn't came yet, but if she didn't soon— she would find a way to get out of her restraints and finish off what she had started herself.

It had been several minutes since Grayson had pulled her to the brink of an orgasm, and she was starting to think that he'd never come back. She had heard the sound of a zipper earlier, and she couldn't tell if he was doing something to ease his own pain while she laid there, so high strung and breathless. She was about to call out his name, but the warmth of his tongue wrapped around her bundle of nerves and she let out an exasperated sigh, pulling on the cuffs tied around her wrists.

He slipped his tongue in skillful motions, his hands pushing up underneath her thighs as he lapped up her liquids. Y/N was so sensitive to touch, anything that remotely stroked her could heighten her arousal and make her lust for more.

Within seconds, her hips were shaking and her back arched above the mattress, her toes curling under the pressure. And his voice finally sang the heavenly words she had been waiting for the entire time;

"Cum, princess."

Y/N released all over his lips, a high-pitched scream sounding from her mouth as she finally unravels, her legs bucking against their restraints. She spits out the cloth from her mouth and heavily breathes, murmuring praises to the man between her legs.

"I'm sorry, Grayson."

a/n: did this completely suck? i haven’t really written in third person in awhile, so i need honest opinions..

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real-fanta-sea · 3 years

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Hello!!💚😊 do you still write kiss requests?? For Trevor/Mike ship and can I request something for 'bury the hatchet' mission with 11 or 57 number? I really love to see how Trevor saves Michael so😍😱

Thank you!💗

Hi sweetie! I'm sorry it took me so long, but it's finally here! Find it under "keep reading". If you prefer AO3, click here to read the fic. tw mentions of violence, kissing, kinky old men

"Get the boyfriend!"

"The WHAT?" Michael huffed out, along with a small puff of fog, as he crouched behind a thumb stone that felt too small to shield him. Of all things, why would they think they were dating? Like, that were the signs? Can't two guys share a trailer, a bed, a shower, a coffee mug, cigarettes, whiskey bottles and take-out receipts without arising suspicion? Can't two consenting adults watch each other read a porn magazine while relieving stress? Is it a sign of marital status to carry someone over a threshold while high on... whatever was Trevor high on? Michael cringed inwardly as a bullet grazed the top of the stone and made the falling snowflakes find refuge on the back of his neck. There was no time to mull that over. The crunch of footsteps and angry commands closed in, and he had to act fast.

He did the math frantically. His pistol still had 16 bullets ready to be planted into the brains of whoever he aimed at. There was another full magazine in his jacket pocket. Good. Michael peered above the top of the stone, now chipped into a monstrous row of teeth. The silence has been ruptured by the sound of breaks. Judging by the urgent stomping, there were far more than 33 men to bury that night. Michael ducked and ran towards a statue of an angel reclining over another piece of stone, big enough to hide him under its sorrowful wings. Finally able to stretch out, he took a deep breath and cracked his neck. He remembered the last time he had to fight off so many people and cursed when he shot a look back towards Brad's grave. At that time, there was no blanket and a cup of hot coffee waiting for him. At that time, dance macabre was all too real for comfort. But it was not a time to die; he convinced himself. Not in the freezy shithole called North Yankton. Not without a fight.

Just when he peered over the side of the sculpture, the world around him slowed down into a strange state of blue trance. He shot four men in a matter of seconds, retreated to his cover, and resurfaced again behind a different piece of stone. All he could feel was a stinging sensation on his face as he collapsed with snowflakes, a soft crunch of virgin snow below his feet mixed with the recoil of the gun in his hand, going off in time with the rhythm of his heart. He wouldn't have minded if the state of focus and tranquillity remained his primary state of being. To be faster than others, not feeling the bullets licking skin and flesh off of his body, killing without remorse - he missed such balance in his retired life.

Not many voices filled the graveyard when Michael finally threw his pistol away and snatched a gun from a random unlucky henchman whose blood was rapidly cooling on the ground. The relative silence unnerved him. The math didn't add up, and even when he cracked his neck again to relieve some of the pressure, the popping sound didn't fill the space enough to be comfortable again. Only when he ascended from the aisle, ducking, eyes darting all over the dark place, he noticed how fast he was breathing and that his hands were shaking.

Fuck it, he thought to himself, that one extra burger, coke and pizza every now and then, when he couldn't sleep, did hurt after all. Maybe Mandy was right to nag at him for smoking too. Before he could make an oath to himself to start exercising once he got away from the situation. Before he could even turn around in awe, the bushes behind his back rustled and gave birth to a furious Chinese man. The newborn didn't spare a second to hit the back of Michael's head with something Mike later identified as the butt of his gun and knocked the dumbfounded Michael unconscious.

It didn't take long for Michael to wake up, but the world was swirling around him into a smudged black-eye blue mush, and it reeked of puke. There was a horrible echo of voices nagging in his throbbing head, and it took a lot of him to recognize two twitching shadows dragging him through the muddy snow. For a split second, he felt weightless as the shadows threw him inside a gaping black space and the thunder of the van door being shut made him shriek in pain.

For what felt like an eternity, his existence was reduced to watching a streak of orange light running towards his chest and vanishing before it reached his head. Michael scrutinized the small cut out in the wall that divided his dark cell and the cockpit of the van and marvelled at the sounds emerging with every blink of the orange light. The slight rocking of the vehicle only served to make him more nauseated in between his scattered thoughts. Why haven't they killed him was among the first coherent questions his brain was capable of producing. Why would they want him alive? The light blinked away rapidly and brought about the noise of radio static and two voices fighting over what frequency to tune in. Get the boyfriend. Why was the question coming back then?

Michael groaned as the deafening sound of Channel X pinned him to the ground again. Boyfriend. He recognized the music. He remembered. They thought Trevor would pay whatever price they demanded in exchange for his safety. A bitter chuckle escaped his lips, and he didn't try to stop it for a change. How they could still think that after witnessing their bickering at Brad's grave, Michael wasn't entirely sure. What he knew with paralyzing certainty was that no one was coming to save him, and it was Trevor's fault. In between the blinks of light and throbbing pain, his memories ran back to the moment Brad unknowingly shielded Trevor as it often did in the past ten years and wished once again Dave either pulled the trigger a second later or aimed for Michael's head.

He didn't know whether to be annoyed or thankful when screeching breaks interrupted his daydreaming session. Judging by the high-pitched angry Chinese, they either had some very unfortunate flat tyre, or they ran into trouble. Or, which was something Michael didn't want to think about, they arrived at their lair and discussed the best way to make a chop suey from his guts. He shifted slightly, shaking off the inappropriate thoughts his mind offered him. It did him no good to think about alternate universes where all his problems were gone, and he was roasting under Los Santos sun by his pool.

The sliding door opened, and Michael was immediately hit into the face with a sluggish white light and smell of iron. Just one glance at the tiles plastered all over the walls, hooks idly clinging in the draft, and he knew exactly where they were. A shiny tray with a handsaw grinned right back at him from the centre of silhouettes of men. Oh god, he was so screwed. So fucked over. He made a mental note to kick Trevor in the balls when... IF... he sees him again. A pair of hands grabbed his ankles and pulled him out of the car, his head bouncing off the ground when it hit ice-cold concrete. Michael shivered. Was it really all there was for him? Would the famous Michael Townley, the phantom of the north, end up minced into Flormart burgers? A curse escaped his lips when he imagined the limp, tasteless slice of pickle and an unnaturally orange slice of cheese tiredly melting on his flesh in someone's microwave. He could withstand any torture but that.

"Hey you, you are awake, aren't you?"

Michael winced inwardly and squinted his eyes against the bright light. "Oh, am I? I didn't know! Are you a doctor or something?"

There was a prompt leathern shoe planted into his face. Michael hissed upon contact, the smell of cheap shoe glue imprinting into his memory. So much for a well-meant, friendly sarcasm.

"Ok, I got it. I'll shut up."

"You better should, pig!" There were several snorts around him, obscured by the bright light. Michael's cheek throbbed. If he was a pig about to be made into bacon strips, he swore to take them with him. The guy who kicked him circled around like a shark.

"Now, tell me. Where does your boyfriend keep the drugs?"

Michael just snickered and shrugged as best as his tied arms allowed. The shadows stepped closer, towering above him. He felt another kick; this time, the shoe bit into his ribs, making him hiss.

"ANSWER!"

A pair of hands yanked him onto his knees. The floor crushed into them, a painful reminder he should have picked up yoga when his wife told him so.

"I DON'T KNOW!"

The sole of the shoe pushed into the middle of his back, stretching his muscles to their capacity. Michael's forehead was pearled with sweat. He could barely breathe. Any further, and he was sure he would throw up.

"Do you think we are stupid?"

The pressure worsened. Michael gasped for air.

"We've seen him carry you over the threshold, and we know from a reliable source you share the bed with him,"

A picture of Ron shaking in the middle of a hostile office, surrounded by the same shadows, flashed through Michael's mind before he blinked it away. Another mental note was taken. Kick Ron's balls right after kicking Trevor's.

"AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO CLAIM YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHERE HE KEEPS HIS ASSETS WHEN WE KNOW YOU SQUAT ON HIS DICK EVERY NIGHT???"

"Believe it or not," Michael gasped and tried to turn just enough to look the bastard who stepped on him in the eye, "I don't know anything. Oh, and it's not me who squats; I am more of the top kind of guy."

It occurred to Michael the Chinese guy who led the interrogation had a strange sense of symmetry because before he knew it, he had another pulsating bruise spread over the other side of his ribs. He wanted to think the remark was worth it, even though his body told him otherwise.

"Hang that fag on a hook - let's see if he remembers with more blood in his brain."

For a second, Michael panicked. There were too many hands grabbing and groping him, turning him, and he remembered how he, as a little boy watched spiders do just that with flies in their webs, both horrified and fascinated. He has always considered himself a spider in such situations. Oh, how the turntables! He now was the fly, and the spider was walking away.

"HEY, WAIT!"

The hands kept him floating in the air, and the man stopped in his path, turning around.

"Hm? What is it?"

Michael's eyes rounded, even though he desperately tried to fight the trepidation. "You are terribly wrong about this. I am not his boyfriend, just an acquaintance. I have no idea how you guys are affiliated, but whatever this is about, it all runs down to money, right?"

The man folded his arms on his chest slowly, visibly taking pride in Michael's panic, but his thin lips kept shut.

"I'll pay you if you release me. Generous money, actually. That's what you guys want, right? That's what everybody wants."

The man took a few steps closer, right under one of the beaming tube lights. Michael gulped when he saw the grin on his handsome face. It took him a surprisingly low effort to come close to Michael and grab his jaw in a vice grip.

"Have your whining ever worked on anyone?"

Michael shook his head ever so slightly. He got a shark-like grin in response.

"What we want is to know where your lover, Trevor Phillips, keeps his merchandise and take what is contractually, thus rightfully ours. Tell us, and maybe we will let you go."

His eyes were as black as Trevor's when Michael last saw them, yet there was no shadow of affection in these. The man who looked at him was by all means already dead inside. The hand slipped away from his jaw, but Michael could still feel where his new friend left purple imprints.

"I thought so. Never mind, after the night spent upside down, I hope your point of view will change. HANG HIM!"

All of a sudden, there was a roar of an engine from somewhere above. Michael tried to locate the sound, but it glided away, much to his captors' disdain. There was a cacophony of stomping and foreign words bouncing off the walls, mixing in with the cry of sliding door and hum of the engine coming back.

"HEY!"

His voice was too weak against the noise. No one noticed him twitching; no one cared he was still there.

"HEY, MOTHERFUCKERS, WHAT'S GOING ON!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" was the answer from one of the men, along with a sting of a gunstock on his eye. Michael didn't need answers anymore, though, as the barking of shots and cries of mowed down men crept through the open door. Not so silently, he cursed Trevor for dragging him right into the middle of mafia wars, something he had no desire to see up close. Leaving him in the graveyard alone with a mob? One kick in the balls. Letting them kidnap him and hang him like a piece of ham? Two kicks in the balls. Letting the mafia kill him in a shoot out? Thousands of years of haunting Trevor and another kick in the balls as soon as they both reincarnate. Gunshots from outside closed in on him.

Michael tried to break free from the ropes but only managed to swing back and forth.

"Oh FUCK, I'm going to KILL HIM! YOU'RE SO DEAD, TREVOR!"

"MICHAEL!"

At first, Michael thought he was hearing things. In his state of panic, his brain couldn't get a grip of how the hell Trevor knew where to find him, let alone come and rescue him after he almost shot him. Then he thought that some kind of vessel must have busted in his head, for the familiar voice was accompanied by an even more familiar tall outline topped by a crown of ruffled dark brown hair. He couldn't help but blink rapidly a couple of times, dumbfounded in the middle of the slaughterhouse.

"JESUS, MIKEY!!!"

There were rushed steps, a sound of a gun falling to the ground, followed by two trembling hands cupping his face. Michael closed his eyes and relied on other senses to confirm his suspicion. First, there was a smell of late-night coffees, morning cigarettes, diesel fuel and cheap soap he bought for Trevor not so long ago. Second, there were two big hands, fingers brushing around the edges of his bruises in a way they did years ago when they both were different people, but somehow they did remember how to soothe him. Third, there was a deep-set voice trembling with worry whispering his name. And finally, when Michael opened his eyes again, there were the amber eyes, glazed, terrified and hurt. There was no doubt anymore. Trevor came back for him.

"Oh god, I was so fucking afraid!"

Michael couldn't keep angry when faced with the first shy tears welling in Trevor's eyes, but his ability to speak left him as they fell down and disappeared into the blackness of Trevor's shirt. So instead, he let Trevor's hands caress him, oddly at peace with the gentle touch on his face.

"To think I almost lost you again!" Trevor bit his lip. Something about the droplet of blood blooming under his teeth left Michael breathless. "I was so angry, infuriated much, yes, but then I imagined you laying there with Brad and..."

Trevor gazed into Michael's eyes with such urgency it immediately reminded him of their first kill. The fear mixed in with the red gleam in his eyes, the sense of irreparable, coming back from the past to haunt them. Lost in thought, Michael didn't register the swift movement right in front of him and was caught by surprise by a feeling of having his lips pressed against Trevor's.

They were hot, trembling, and tasted of cigarettes and blood, a mixture Michael desperately tried to forget about. Where they first gently touched his, as if they couldn't believe he was still alive and well, they pressed harder in mere seconds, making Michael's eyes flutter shut. It was difficult for him to admit, but Trevor's lips were the only drug Michael craved for long and lonely ten years. For once, he let his nagging reason get hushed by the shy movement of Trevor's lips, and all the hatred slipped his mind momentarily.

At length, Trevor broke the kiss, and still holding onto Michael's cheeks, he gently propped his forehead against Michael's. Michael let him take a break, listening to his shallow breathing, and their thoughts were buzzing almost audibly where their skin touched.

"Oh god, to think I almost lost you..."

"It's ok, T; I'm still hanging on."

"Yeah, but what if I didn't turn around and follow that convoy? What if they killed you?"

"You could say I would hang around for a bit, and then they would kick me out."

Trevor raised his head and furrowed a bit. "What's that with you and emphasize on hanging?"

Michael raised eyebrows at him and waited till the realization would dawn on Trevor. It took three seconds for Trevor's eyes to round and his mouth to form a perfect 'o'.

"Oh, yeah, uh, I see. Wait a moment, sugar."

Michael's feelings on Trevor holding a knife were usually on the border between panic and deep fucking rooted urge to run for the hills. When Trevor approached him and swung it around his face, Michael was momentarily inclined to the second option, twitching nervously under the cold gleam of the knife. Trevor eyed him with palpable exhaustion.

"Stop wiggling goddammit, do you want to get cut?"

Michael pouted at him.

"Hey, don't give me THAT face, pork chop! It wasn't MY idea to tie you up and hook you here!"

Trevor's knife slowly cut through ropes, murmuring as it bit through thick threads. The very tip brushed against Michael's leg, leaving goosebumps in the wake of its cold touch.

"But I have to say this is kinda hot, eh?" Trevor's grin was back, the brightest light in the room. "How about we try it again when we get back home?"

"What the FUCK are you talking about, Trevor?"

Trevor leant in, still grinning, his knife gliding against Michael's waist.

"I mean, I will send Patricia shopping,"

The knife dipped lower, slipping under Michael's shirt. He gasped, inwardly cursing for giving Trevor the tiniest bit of gratification.

"then I'll take some nice silk rope,"

The dull side of the blade ran through chest hair lush between trembling peaks of his nipples.

"tie you up and make some sweet, sweet love to you, cupcake!"

Trevor's lips were so close, his breath on Michael's lips again, who was petrified with anticipation. His heart hammered against the patch of goosebumps on his chest, and if the last bit of rope didn't snap and let him slide off the hook, Michael would have leaned in himself and stole that kiss. But, instead of the sweet release, he was sent to the cold ground head first, folding like a rag doll upon impact.

Not only Michael sustained another hit on his head, swearing and kicking around, not unlike the turtle Amanda bought for the kids and that he and Jimmy used to torture by putting it on its back, laughing about the way it tried to turn over, but it was Trevor who was laughing his lungs out, folded in half. Michael tried to stab him with a menacing glare, but it didn't help in the slightest. Gathering the last shred of strength, Michael scraped to his feet and balling fists full of Trevor's jacket, he threw them both against deadly green tiles.

Trevor's laugh died out soon after the impact, but the grin remained despite Michael pinning him down. At first, Michael's intention was to beat him up, partially to let the frustration out, partially to get revenge for the stolen kiss, but he was taken aback when Trevor's hands closed over his fists and squeezed gently.

"Whatcha gonna do, Mikey?" Trevor uttered in an irresistibly husky voice that sent shivers of excitement to all the wrong places, "Beat me for saving your life?" Michael growled.

"You fucking..." but the words he wanted to say got sucked back into the vortex of emotion running free in his ribcage. No, beating wasn't what Michael's mind supplied him with when it came to what to do with Trevor. He could barely resist the vivid pictures of Trevor, hair running down his slender back, undressing in front of him, leaving marks on his neck and long scratches speaking volumes about how Michael liked to celebrate their victories. And then, on that day, Trevor was there. Older, but just as tempting, daring, enclosing Michael in the smell of both freedom and slavery with each exhale. Michael took a deep breath. He couldn't help but give in to the craving.

Trevor yelped when Michael crashed his lips with his so hard their teeth clinked together. That was the thrill he wanted to relive, and as soon as Trevor's hands rested against his lower back, pulling him closer, Michael surged deeper and dared to brush his tongue against Trevor's. The choked moan he managed to draw out fueled his fingers in their haste, letting go of fabric and instead bury themselves into Trevor's hair, pulling him closer. Trevor's skin could have combusted any second with the heat it emitted, and Michael couldn't resist yanking him closer, eager to get burned once again.

"Mikey... Jesus Christ!"

Trevor could barely breathe, so much Michael could tell by the heaving of chest caught between the wall and his own body. He was proud of the trembling in Trevor's touch, of shallow breaths and flushed cheeks right in front of him. He still got it.

"What?" Michael grinned impishly and let one of his hands slide down Trevor's back and squeeze him. Trevor yelped in surprise but didn't try to wriggle out of the embrace and even giggled when Michael let his hand rest there. Trevor leaned in closer, his breath sending shivers down Michael's spine as it touched his ear.

"Let's go home, cupcake."

#trikey #gta 5 #trevor philips #michael de santa #real_fanta_sea.fic #kiss prompts

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sammy-gvf · 3 years

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Buckys Pin

- IMAGINE/ONESHOT-

40s!Bucky Barnes x reader

Age restriction : None

Warnings : None, just pure fluff

Preface -

Bucky’s last night at home.

The year was 1943.

Brooklyn was beautiful this time of year. There was so much to do in town on the warm summer nights, it was like a dream. Tonight though, I am seeing my sweetheart Bucky and we are going to the Stark Expo, something about the future of technology. I could care less about the contents of the expo though, it’s my last night with James.

Sergeant James Barnes is set to leave for the Army, the 107th. Shipping out to England tomorrow.

It was hard enough to see him go for bootcamp, now who knows the next time he will be home.

Bucky has been my man for a long time, even since before the whole draft thing. He is such a beautiful person, a gentleman. We have gone on countless dates and have had many beautiful moments together, I just hope that he is safe when he is away. I can't bear to lose him. Ever.

I will write to him every day. Every. Single. Day.

It's almost 6 oclock, I should probably get ready.

I slip on a beautiful but comfortable dress. It's a blue floral knee length dress that puffs out a little down near the waist with a little plunge in the front. I just know my father is going to make a fuss.

It's my last night with Bucky, I might as well dress a little special for him.

I finish up my hair letting the curls fall down to my shoulder, fluffing them up with a comb and the final touch, hairspray of course. Perfume and a little powder with a red lip should finish the look.

I suddenly hear a knock at the door.

“ Dang it, what time is it “ You start to rush around to find a clock around you.

You check the time. 6:00 on the dot

“ Bucky is always on time, not a bad quality” You say to yourself chuckling, grabbing your things and putting your shoes on.

You grab your blue cardigan and clutch, heading out your bedroom door and into the living room. You get to the living room, looking to the front door where your father and Bucky are standing there talking. Your parents and Bucky have always gotten along for the past 5 years of your dating Bucky. Never a problem, only when he would bring you home late from dancing, which was fine with you. Dancing was your guy's thing, the swaying and the subtle touch of Bucky's hands around your waist just made you feel like you were on cloud nine. Above the clouds, never wanting to come down. Slow dancing was intimate with him, you could smell his cologne and feel his freshly shaved face against your cool skin. You always closed your eyes and wondered how you got so lucky with such a down to earth man. Your hands touch and you lay your head on his shoulder, relaxing against him as you sway along to the beat of the music. His hand in yours, caressing the skin of your hand with his thumbs. He is yours.

Bucky and your dad turn around and turn towards you, both of their faces lighting up with glowing smiles. Bucky has a bouquet of flowers in hand, special for you. Your father knew it was the last time you were seeing Bucky for a long time, so he let a hug and kiss slide in front of him. He knew his little girl's heart was going to be missing a piece of her heart the minute Bucky drops you off at home after your date.

“ You look absolutely stunning doll” Bucky says to you as you give him a wide toothed smile, he always knew how to make you feel like you outshined the other girls

He hands you the bouquet of red roses and you quickly give it to your father to put in a vase.

“ Oh! I forgot to get something for you, hold on just a minute Buck” You say as you shove your clutch into Bucky's hand to hold real quick, him letting out a chuckle and you rush off to your room.

You were going to give him a necklace you had made for him. A sort of parting gift.

It’s a beautiful gold link chain necklace with a circle locket with a picture of you on one side of the locket and on the other side, a picture of you and Bucky.

Something to help him keep you close to him, even during combat. So he knows you are always with him no matter what. No matter where he goes.

You rush out of your room to see your father and Bucky talking on the couch, roses in a vase on the table in front of them making the room smell beautifully. Bucky rises and shakes your fathers hand and you give your father a kiss on the cheek. You take Bucky's hand and he guides you to his car, he opens the door for you and helps you get in.

“ Doll, we are going to have a wonderful night together, I don't want to see you upset.” Bucky says turning towards you while he buckles himself in.

You start to tear up a little bit knowing that this is it. You just have to hold it in.

“ It just feels surreal, you know?” You say looking at him. He has the most beautiful blue eyes you have ever seen. Everytime he looks at you, his eyes sparkle and you just get lost in them.

“ I know, love.” He says as he raises his hand to caress your cheek where one single tear is finding its way down your skin. The skin of his hand is soft but there's always going to be a certain roughness to them.

You raise your hand to his and hold it as he holds his hand to your face, still holding your slender cheek. Sharing a moment, you just sit there in silence.

He pulls his hand away gently from your face and puts the keys in the ignition.

“We are going to be late, we should get going baby” He says, giving a sort of smirk to you which instantly makes you smile.

“Yeah, you’re right.” You say as you put your seatbelt on, the car starts up and you hear a faint song on the radio, it's quite low.

You guys arrive shortly after being on the road for about 15 minutes, you get out and the sight in front of you makes your eyes glow.

It really is something like you have never seen before. Bright lights and extravagant displays in cases around you as you walk around together, marveling at the stuff on display. Bucky is especially interested in the flying car that Howard Stark is working on.

You continue to walk around with Bucky, looking up at him as you walk together to get glimpses of his beautiful side profile. His hair is hidden by his hat, he has the most beautiful soft brown locks that are always combed to the side to look sleek. His cheekbones are prominent and his pink lips are perfectly soft and plump on their own, his cupids bow is what ties his lips together.

As the night starts to end, you start to realize that you need to give him what you brought with you.

You are sitting on a bench together, people watching like you guys usually do when you go for a picnic with him in the park.

“Did you have fun?” You ask him, he grabs your hand and holds it in his with both hands wrapped around your small hands.

“ Of course,I did. This is how I wanted to spend my last night, with you by my side experiencing what I have left of civilian life.” He says smiling at you, he suddenly gets closer to you holding your hand with his right hand and he slips his left over your shoulder, pulling you close to him.

You lay your head on his shoulder, taking in the world around you. The smells of candy floss and popcorn fill the air, intoxicating your lungs. You slowly put your hand in your pocket as you watch bucky, who is still staring out into the distance admiring the view in front of him.

“I want to give you something, love.” You say, he turns to you and has a smug expression on his face. You hand him the box and you wait to see his reaction.

“ Go ahead, open it” You say nervously.

Bucky slowly opens the box and takes the chain out of it. He holds it up looking at it with admiration, as if he has never received something so beautiful like this.

“Open it, Buck” You say. He opens the locket and starts to get teary eyed, knowing that you put a lot of thought into your gift. He turns to you and gives you a gentle kiss and then stands you both up. He towers over you. He takes your hands and gives you the locket, he turns around and motions you to put it on him. You do with no hesitation. He turns around to face you, taking your hands and looking into your eyes.

“Doll, I love you with every fiber of my being. I will wear this every single day and touch it every time I need a reminder of my girl. You are so perfect and more than I have ever deserved.”

Bucky says, he brings you closer and brings you in for a hug that turns into a bit of a slow dance, the music in the background adding an ambiance.

After the song has ended, you pull away from each other and walk to the car hand in hand, reveling in the moments you have left together.

The ride home is silent but there's a mutual understanding in the air. Not of anger or sadness but of enjoying eachothers company, just being within distance of each other brings a feeling of comfort.

You reach the door of your house and you two just stand there together holding hands. Your father said to be home by 10, it's 9:50. You have only 10 minutes left with your lover boy.

“Buck, I-” You start to say but you are cut off by a soft kiss, his hands are caressing your cheeks and your hands wander up to hold his jaw. You feel as though the kiss lasted forever but it only lasted about a minute, you just wanted it to last a lifetime. He backs up from your face slowly, taking in your soft features.

You start to get visibly upset but you're trying to hold it in for him.

“ Babydoll, I just want you to remember all the good times we have had. Remember when we made Steve ride the Cyclone at Coney Island and he threw up everywhere? Or when we first met? God, I thought I saw an angel in those high school hallways. Steve had to hit me to come back to earth. I had to muster up the courage to come ask you on a date. It was the best decision I have and ever will make. You looked ravishing in the dress you chose to wear when we went dancing for the first time, I almost lost my cool. Not in a bad way, just wanted to pick you up and twirl you around and kiss ya. I’m not leaving forever, doll. I will be back for you, love.” He says holding your face.

You chuckle through the tears that are falling down your cheeks, taking a moment to calm down, you step away for a second to look at your watch on your wrist. The clock strikes 10 o’clock.

You turn around suddenly and give Bucky the tightest hug you could muster up, squeezing him with all your might, never wanting to let up. You pull back and give him a passionate kiss, hoping it will last forever but you start seeing movement in your house. You pull away from Bucky and touch his chest where his pins are. You sneakily take a pin that's on his collar and he just takes a minute to chuckle and let you think you did something sneaky.

The door opens revealing your father and mother.

Bucky turns to you, giving you one final kiss on the cheek.

“Goodnight,doll. Sleep well. I love you. See you soon.” He says to you. All you can do is mouth back “ I love you more, goodbye” to him. You feel like if you mutter one word, you'll completely lose it.

You slowly turn to face your parents and you hear him scream out

“ It's not goodbye doll, it’s see you later.” He says. You stand there with your parents as you watch him drive off.

You hold the pin to your heart, keeping it close always.

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WOW. This was the longest by far. I just hope that you all like the fluff that bucky has to offer!

Please let me know if you would like to be tagged in my writing!! I should be making a masterlist soon.

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Tags - @buckysdolls , @local-spacegirl , @ladyfallonavenger , @nerdy-depressed , @youcancallmeishita , @not-another-fangirl

#jamesbuchananbarnes #bucky barnes #mcu #steve rogers #captain america #40s!bucky #bucky fluff #bucky x y/n #marvel studios #marvel

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gamerwoo · 3 years

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Hongseok: Make Damn Sure

Characters: Hongseok x female reader

Genre/warnings: mafia au, angst, literally just a lot of angst, toxic relationship stuff (like the whole thing is just one big very very mentally/emotionally abusive relationship), cheating, murder, kidnapping, there’s literally no fluff here ok

Word count: 2,792

Summary: I just wanna break you down so badly. Well I trip over everything you say. I just wanna break you down so badly in the worst way.

a/n: hi yes as u can probably tell this was inspired by makedamnsure by taking back sunday. i’ve actually had this in my drafts for a long time but i kinda forgot about it????

Hongseok paced back and forth by the door, waiting for you to come back. He knew damn well you were back at the bar you always ran off to so you could avoid the tense feeling when your boyfriend was around. He was well aware of the feeling because he felt it too. He wasn’t sure when the two of you changed, but things felt different, and while the two of you only addressed it when you got into heated arguments, neither of you ever seemed to pull the plug and end things.

For whatever reason, neither of you wanted to.

Maybe you found a bit of pleasure in the way you made Hongseok’s face go red as he screamed at you. Maybe he sometimes enjoyed seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks that were caused by him. There was something both of you enjoyed about hurting the other, and while it was absolutely sick and twisted, neither of you bothered to leave. So it was a constant cycle of Hongseok always being gone, you avoiding him when he’d come home, the two of you getting into a screaming match, and the cycle continuing.

Things hadn’t always been bad. Deep down, you both must’ve loved each other because you absolutely did before and why else wouldn’t you just leave each other? But somewhere between him always being gone and you being fed up with not seeing him, your relationship evolved into something that couldn’t even be considered a relationship at this point.

As soon as the front door opened, Hongseok stopped and glared at you, crossing his arms over his chest. You were already expecting him to be waiting so you just sighed, keeping your eyes trained on the floor as you shut the door.

“You know I hate how you go to the bar every night,” he scolded.

“And you know I hate being told what to do,” you grumbled back.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, “Don’t feed me that bullshit. You knew going into this that I had to be controlling considering I’m in the mafia and everything wants me and everything I’ve ever loved dead.”

“Oh good, so I’m safe,” you offered a sarcastic smile, finally looking back at him.

Hongseok took a step closer, causing you to step back and press your back against the door as he tried to make himself seem far bigger than you, “If you keep this attitude up, you won’t be.”

Despite stepping back, you weren’t that afraid of him. Hongseok had threatened you before but he never went through with it. You knew he didn’t have it in him to physically hurt you.

You rolled your eyes, stepping around him, “You don’t have the balls.”

As you brushed past him, he gripped your wrist tightly, almost making you second guess him. But he hesitated before letting out a sigh, still staring at the ground by the door and dropping your wrist.

“Just go upstairs,” he growled. “You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend or--”

“Or what, Mr. I’m-Scary-Because-I’m-In-The-Mafia?” you chuckled coldly as you went upstairs, not bothering to look behind you.

You knew you were making things worse, but that was how you and Hongseok interacted. You’d egg each other on despite knowing it was best to stop. You just couldn’t stop.

There was one surefire way to really get under your skin which would effectively end the conversation. There was one insecurity of yours that Hongseok used to always reassure you would never be a problem, but now tended to use it against you. And when he really didn’t want to deal with you, he’d always bring it up.

“Y’know, I could just leave you and find someone better,” he smirked, tilting his head to one side as he looked up at you. You were halfway up the stairs when you stopped and looked at him over your shoulder. You wanted to punch his perfect smirk off his beautiful goddamn face. “You’re so easily replaceable, remember? I can have anyone and anything I want. Piss me off enough and you’ll be out of this house faster than you can say ‘oops’.”

Hongseok had always been perfect. He looked perfect, he acted perfect. He was intelligent, sweet, understanding, and everything he did, he seemed to excel at. So when you first started dating, you were worried he would find someone better. You felt you were so plain compared to him. The guy looked like he should be dating a supermodel, but he picked you out of everyone he had.

Even now, while you hated his guts, you still didn’t like that he held that over you.

You glared at him, eyes turning glossy.

“Go fuck yourself,” you spat before turning and running up the stairs to your shared bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

Hongseok sighed before carrying on up the stairs, taking his time.

“Well it’s not like you do anymore,” he chuckled to himself.

By the time he was done getting ready for bed, you were already curled up in bed on your side. He entered the bedroom, barely sparing a glance at you who he assumed was silently crying under the covers as he made his way over to his side and got into bed. He turned off the lamp on his nightstand before getting comfortable and closing his eyes. He hadn’t tried to cuddle with you in months and you knew that wasn’t going to change -- not that you wanted it to. You still shared the same bed but never slept close enough to touch each other. But that was just how things were. You were hardly a couple anymore but neither of you would leave.

Truthfully, you liked the danger of being with Hongseok too much because your life before him was so cookie cutter and boring. Hongseok still enjoy how normal it felt to be at home with someone after spending long days doing things that most people didn’t do. You wanted Hongseok because he was what you weren’t, and vice versa. Maybe you were both just masochists who couldn’t leave the things that hurt you. It was like a bad addiction where you knew you should quit but you just couldn’t.

The doors to their HQ burst open with a disheveled-looking Hongseok striding in. His shirt wasn’t buttoned up all the way, his tie was hardly done, and he was carrying his belt in one hand. His hair was a mess, he looked like he was hardly awake, and the sight made Hui annoyed to no end. He was already pissed that Hongseok was late, but now he was more than likely hungover because he knew it wasn’t anything he’d done with you -- he was well aware of what your relationship was like.

“You take care of it,” Hui grumbled to Wooseok, not even wanting to yell at Hongseok at this point. “I’ll be in my office.”

“Alright,” Wooseok sighed, not exactly thrilled with having to handle Hongseok, but he had to listen to the boss. So he turned to face the older boy while Hui left the room. “Wow, real cool of you to get drunk the night before work. Yeah, you seem like such a tough guy.”

“Not today, Wooseok,” Hongseok grumbled.

“Rough night?”

“You have no idea,” he huffed as he started to put his belt through the loops in his pants. “You know what _____ did this time? She fucked another guy.”

Wooseok just blinked, “...So?”

“So she’s my girlfriend!” Hongseok growled. “She belongs to me!”

“Seemed to me like you didn’t care much about her anymore,” the taller boy shrugged, turning to walk with Hongseok when he met up with him. “Why would you care what she does? Just dump her.”

“No,” he scoffed.

“Why not?”

“It’s complicated.”

“She literally cheated on you,” Wooseok pointed out.

But Hongseok had done the same before, and everyone knew that -- even you. But unlike Hongseok, you tried to be sneaky. You waited until he had left for work to invite the guy over, but you didn’t realize he’d be home early that day. And then he found you on the bed with your legs spread, some guy he’d never seen before on top of you, and his hand around your throat.

Before you could even get a full sentence out, you heard a shot ring out, and then you were covered in red with the guy’s body limp and lifeless on top of you.

Hongseok’s eyes raked over your body underneath the man’s. He merely licked his lips before looking back into your eyes, nodding his head, and leaving with a, “Good luck with that.”

He went out to a bar and didn’t come home until you were fast asleep in the bed that Hongseok had sent men to clean, knowing you wouldn’t be able to take care of it yourself -- but he did it because he wanted a clean bed, not because he wanted to help you.

Hongseok shrugged, “I killed the guy, so we’re even.”

“That’s--” Wooseok paused to let out a deep sigh, “Dude, this isn’t healthy for either of you. Even Hui hates seeing you two like this. Just give it up.”

He shook his head, working to button up his shirt and fix his tie, “You don’t get it, alright? You’ve never been in love before.”

“Are you in love?” Wooseok let out a harsh laugh. “I may not have anyone significant in my life, but I know that shit isn’t love.”

Hongseok stopped and turned to face Wooseok. He glared up at him, but he didn’t move to do anything. He was just annoyed, not angry.

“You don’t know shit,” Hongseok spat, “so just stay out of it.”

Despite the older member’s warning, Wooseok sighed and continued, “If you still love her deep down, why do they two of you literally never get along? Why can’t you even attempt to get along?”

“Shut up, Wooseok. Just drop it.”

Hongseok strode off as Wooseok stopped and stared at him. Honestly, Wooseok wasn’t sure he’d ever understand what Hongseok’s relationship had turned into. He didn’t get why at least you didn’t just leave him -- especially after the stunt he pulled today. But he was apparently wasting his breath and energy trying to talk sense into him. Something inside Hongseok apparently still loved you enough to stick around, and the same must’ve been true for you, but why would you constantly fight that badly with someone you loved?

If that was love, Wooseok didn’t want it.

As Hongseok pulled into the driveway, the lights to the house were off. He groaned, knowing you must’ve been out a bar again. This time, he contemplated leaving to get you.

But then he noticed the taillights of your car were on. Were you in the car about to leave? Why would you leave for the bar this late?

As he parked his car and stepped out, you got out of yours. He could see into the back windows that you had suitcases and bags piled up. His heart dropped, but he felt fire burning in his chest, his hands balling into fists at his sides.

“So,” he began, trying to sound casual, “where are you going?”

“Hongseok, you literally shot someone and left him dead on top of me,” you stated as if that would give him the answer he wanted.

He shrugged, “You cheated. Seemed fair.”

“When have I ever killed the three separate girls you’ve intentionally brought home when you knew I would be back from errands?”

“That’s different.”

You let out a deep sigh, shaking your head as you looked into his dark eyes, “Hongseok, I’m done.”

He scoffed, “You say that all the time.”

“But this time, I’m really done,” you insisted, and something flashed in his eyes. For a split second, you were sure it was panic. “That was the last fucking straw. I stuck around and put up with all of this bullshit, but that? Fuck no.”

“You stuck around because you didn’t want to leave,” Hongseok said, trying to convince you that you still wanted to stay. “We stick around because we love each other, and I know you still love me.”

“Do we love each other?” you laughed softly. “All we do is intentionally make the other miserable. And for what?”

“Relationships aren’t always rainbows and sunshine, _____!”

“But they’re not this fucking awful, Hongseok!”

“_____--”

“No,” you stated loudly enough to cut him off. “I’m done. We’re done. I’m leaving for good. You can go off and find that person who’s ‘way better than me’ that you’re always talking about.”

As you turned around to go back into your car, you felt Hongseok tug on your wrist, saying lowly, “I’ll give you one more chance to change your mind.”

You assumed it was like every other time. He was trying to give an empty threat only to give up when you challenged him. You never fell for it, and you weren’t about to now.

“Too bad,” you told him.

But instead of dropping your wrist, his grip tightened. You gasped as he tugged you backwards, your back hitting the side of his car. His hand moved to grip your neck, squeezing it so you couldn’t breathe or scream as you looked into his narrowed eyes.

“You can’t leave me,” he stated like it was a rule he’d put in place for you.

This wasn’t just an empty threat. Something inside Hongseok snapped knowing you were finally going to end it. You weren’t sure why because while somewhere in you, you still loved him -- he was right about that -- you knew this relationship wasn’t a relationship anymore. It wasn’t healthy, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. You had to be the one to end things and leave.

But now you couldn’t.

Hongseok flipped you around, pressing you hard enough into his car that you were sure you would bruise. He quickly yanked his tie off and stuffed it in your mouth as you opened it to scream for help. Then he took of his belt and tied up your hands with it. He opened the back door to his car, shoved you in, buckled you up, and closed the door. Then he went over to the driver’s seat and got in, starting the car back up.

You continued to shout muffled words at him even though he couldn’t hear you. He had taught you plenty of things in your relationship: how to get out of the trunk of someone’s car, how to get out of various ties and binds, and even self defense moves. But there were things Hongseok didn’t teach you, like how to get away from him. You knew how to get out of zipties, but not how to free yourself from a belt. You knew how to fight against any other person, but since Hongseok was the one to teach you all the moves, he knew what to expect. He was the one person you couldn’t get away.

“I’ll make damn sure you can’t leave,” he growled, angry eyes shooting dagger at you in the mirror. “You’re mine, you hear me? You belong to me.”

For the second time ever, you were afraid of Hongseok.

HQ. You knew that’s where he would take you. He could tell the lower ranked men that you were a captive, and he could just hide you from the others. The only person who could do anything about it was Hui, but he knew the boss was so fed up with Hongseok’s situation with you that he wouldn’t bother getting involved. You would never be alone, their men would make sure you didn’t escape, and you would be Hongseok’s as long as he wanted. You really wouldn’t be able to leave him.

He shoved you into one of the rooms before he walked in behind you and closed the door. He took the tie out of your mouth and undid the belt only to tie you up properly to a desk chair -- at least it was more comfortable than the wooden one they usually tied people to. You must’ve been in Hongseok’s office.

“What the hell?!” you demanded as Hongseok draped his tie over his shoulders.

“You still love me,” he insisted, “just like I love you. And you’re going to stay here until you realize it.”

“I don’t care if you love me, this is insane!” you shouted.

But he ignored you, turning his back to you and heading for the door. “Yang Hongseok, get back here! Hongseok!”

He left the room, closing and locking the door with you still shouting his name.

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The marriage pact - Reality strikes

Henry Cavill x OC Alice - multi-chapter

< Part 20 | Part 21 Reality strikes | Part 22 >

Disclaimer: Some angst

Author’s note: No idea what to write here today other than it’s 7.52 AM, so: good morning!

Word count: 2.723

(Link to my Masterlist)

Dear readers,

Another year reaches its end and I’m sitting here with mixed emotions. Tonight I’ll be celebrating with friends. Meaning a house filled with a whole horde of kids and a few slightly boozed up adults.

I’ll be the only childless adult. I’ll be the only unmarried adult. And with my dear chocolate cake right now working abroad, I’ll also be the only adult that will show up alone.

It is what it is. Life’s reality. But I must admit that it sets a tiny sad note to an otherwise quite lovely year. I lost one love, but gained a far better one in return. I now know my parents better than I probably ever have - and what joy it has been to share my life with them again. Also, I am writing my first novel and that is truly a dream come true.

Looking at this from the bright side; it does give me some new goals for the next year and I can’t wait to smash next year out of the park. Do you have any new years resolutions, dear readers?

Ali

‘9..8..7…’

*BBZZZZTT-BZZZZTTTT*

With hasty fingers I grasped for my phone, hearing the count down quickly proceed. Henry bear. It was silly to feel relieved to see his name.

He didn’t forget.

‘5..4..3..’

Putting him on speakers I laughed as my friends had bottles of champagne in hand, thumbs on the ready-to-pop corks. Around us excited, albeit slightly sleepy, children were watching with expectant eyes, their arms hugging their favourite stuffies. It was special for them to be allowed to stay up so late, which only added onto the magic of New Years eve.

‘2..1!!!’

PffffPOP - ’Oh fuck..!!’

A cork shot out in a wild direction and near hit Gisele in the face, everyone gasping as the poor woman blinked in silent terror. Ooph..that could have gone wrong.

‘HANKK..come on!’ She laughed after recapitulating a bit, her shocked lips turning up in amused smile. And just like that the mood was good again, everyone starting to give each other kisses and hugs. After clinking my glass with a few friends I quickly walked off to the quiet of the hallway, bringing my ear back to my phone, Henry expectantly waiting for my voice.

‘Hen..’ My voice was cracking.

‘ALI, YOU OKAY? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN?’

‘Haha..’ I sniffled back a little tear. ‘No no. Just Hendrik being a fool..*sniff* with the champagne. Nobody’s hurt though.’

‘Hey baby.’ He said, still mildly concerned, hearing me sniffling back tears. ‘Hi.’ I mumbled, looking over my shoulder to see the party getting in full swing, glasses refilled and kids jumping with excitement, everyone dancing on the music that was playing on the tv.

‘Happy new year.’ I whispered, hiding another quiet sob.

‘Happy new year baby.’ He sighed. ‘Gosh I wish I could be there. I miss you terribly.’

‘Same..*sniff* sorry about this. It’s just the wine I think.’

‘Hmm..it’s okay baby. I’m going to kiss allll those tears away when I get back, okay?’ His promise sounded extra bitter, because that would take another three weeks. Three long weeks before he’d get back here for two days, only to fly back again immediately after. But then again, trying to see it on a more positive note; that gave me three weeks to put some pressure on getting that hiatus approved. And that was do-able, right?

—

‘Hi Ali.’ Mrs. Mulligan smiled, lighting up another cigarette, the office building quiet as most employees were out running reports. It was mid January and though I hoped there would be good news, I never could be quite so sure with Mrs. Mulligan. The bad ass Chief editor was hard for me to read. Was she happy? Enthused? Taking the piss? Or being for real? Sinking down in the seat opposite of her desk I gave her a pensive look.

‘Hi Mrs. Mulligan.’ I said, trying my best at returning the smile she offered me. She chuckled. ‘You worry too much Ali. Really.’ She sucked on her cigarette, the tip burning bright orange. Licking her lips she shifted forward a bit. ‘So how is Henry?’

Of course, small talk. I sighed and shrugged. ‘Bit difficult to tell with his busy schedule and the time zone issue, but, I think he’s doing alright. At least they haven’t gotten any delays thus far.’

Mrs. Mulligan turned in her chair, nodding. ‘Well let’s hope that you won’t distract him, when you join him.’ She quickly took another inhale, smiling as the realisation of her words hit me. ‘Really?!’ I sat up a bit in my chair, looking at her with widened eyes. ‘Really really. Though of course we still want to get plenty of updates. You’re one of our best reporters and..as you know..we islanders are close-knit. Even Superman can’t steal you away from us for good.’ She winked, blowing the smoke out high above her head.

I gasped quietly and I couldn’t help but laugh, the relief this news brought being just what I needed.

‘Thank you so much Mrs. Mulligan.’ I smiled.

‘You’re welcome Ali.’ She winked, then pressed her burned up cigarette down in her ash tray. Her way of saying; this meeting is over. Quickly I got up and fumbled through my jean pocket to retrieve my phone; I had to tell him! I had to tell him!

—

But I couldn’t tell him. He didn’t have reception, again. And when I tried once more later that night all I got was a quick message from him, sent from an unknown number, telling me they had some technical difficulties now they were out in the wilderness. He’d try to get a moment to call later that week, but he couldn’t promise anything. And that he missed me. Terribly.

I hated it. This. The distance. The time zones. The difficulty to reach him. The fact I couldn’t share the happy news with him. At least the good thing was that it was just one more week till I’d see him. And we’d better find a way to tackle this problem once and for all..and quickly..because with every lonely night in my bed the unease in my mind grew; like this, it simply couldn’t work. No matter how hard we both tried. If we couldn’t be together, then this relationship was doomed.

—

Once more I was standing here at the airport, looking through the arriving crowd, their suitcases rolling over the grey tiles of the hall as the cold draft made me huddle closer in my thick wool jacket. I couldn’t wait to be back in Henry’s warm embrace again, especially after being almost a month apart. It had been simply too long.

More and more people flooded the airport, loved ones embracing one another, business men back on their phones, their faces stuck in expressions of true importance. But no Henry.

*BZZZ BZZZZ*

Henry bear: Sweetheart, running a little late. Issue with my baggage.

Seeing the message on my phone, made me all the more frustrated. He was here! In this darn building! And what was up with this baggage? He really didn’t need to bring any hold luggage for just the few days he was going to be here right? Groaning in silent frustration I saw an old lady in the corner of my eye, her small blue eyes also looking over the crowd with a sense of worry. As if she couldn’t find the person she was waiting for.

Using some passersby as an excuse to move in her direction, I smiled at her, attracting her attention. ‘Picking someone up?’ I asked, finding her worried look melt in a friendly smile. ‘Hello dear. Eh..yes..my son..he was supposed to be on this flight, but I don’t see him..’ She furrowed her thin eyebrows and looked back at the sliding door, the flood of passengers slowly becoming thinner and thinner.

‘Well that makes two of us. Though I am not waiting for my son, but my boyfriend. He just texted me there’s some issues with the baggage, so maybe your son has similar problems.’ I also looked back at the sliding door, the door now sliding fully closed.

No more people coming through.

It shouldn’t have hurt so. But it did all the same. After weeks of hoping, wishing, waiting, it was all the more frustrating to have to wait even more because of something silly like an issue with the luggage. And it was especially frustrating to think that I only had so few hours with him before he had to head back again to continue shooting.

The woman turned back towards me and looked me up and down. ‘Aren’t you…’ She squinted her eyes slightly, then beamed up as recognition hit. ‘..Henry’s girl?’ I looked at her, seeing those small but warm blue eyes peering at me, her wrinkly face lined with years of many smiles and few frowns. I laughed. ‘Correct. I’m Alice. From the west side of town, work for the local newspaper.’

The woman nodded, then near jumped on her feet when the door opened and two men came strolling in. First a man who probably was her son. And then Henry. A very tired to the bone Henry, his day old beard unshaven and hair slightly disheveled. It was a silver lining that most people had long left the hall, making the odds of someone snapping a picture of him in this state just that bit smaller.

As the two men strode over towards us it became apparent that there was some mutual recognition.

‘Mrs. Penny?’ Henry blinked at the woman who was giving her son a quick but big hug. Pulling back she tilted her head slightly, taking in his disheveled look. ‘Little Henry. Look at you dear boy! All grown up! And you need a shave!’ She winked then directed at me: ‘I was his drama teacher.’

I wished to smile at her, but before I could I felt two large arms wrap around me, a head dipping down in the crook of my neck.

Henry.

Home at last.

Running my hands over his back I looked through the confines of his big embrace at the lady called Mrs. Penny, her son checking his watch as if he wasn’t quite willing to wait a moment longer. I felt Henry pull back and for the briefest of moments his lips brushed over mine.

‘Hi.’ He breathed, smiling at me warmly, albeit with great tiredness.

‘Hi bear.’ I smiled, stroking a thumb over his cheek.

Turning back towards his drama teacher Henry reached out his arms, wishing to receive a hug from her as well. She gladly accepted, snickering a bit as Henry was near twice her height and triple her weight. The tiny lady and the huge bear of a man.

‘Mom, it’s time to go. We need to get eh…’ The son licked his lip as he looked at Henry, a glint of jealousy or distaste lingering in his eyes. Thankfully his mom was quick to agree. ‘Yes yes. Time is fleeting! It is good to see you Henry and I love your work. Though gotta practise that smile talking a little.’ She tutted, pinching his cheek with some motherly affection. Henry laughed and shook his head. ‘It’s good to see you Mrs. Penny and..please..let us not hold you up.’ Henry nodded at the other man, who was practically sneering at him.

—

‘Something happened with that guy?’ I asked, driving us home in his dad’s car - anything better than my mom’s car. Henry sighed. ‘Got our bags mixed up and he just kept saying my bag was his, refusing to open it and compare the contents.’

He sounded so done with it all, voice low and dry, eyes peering out over the icy cold waves hitting the frosty shoreline. ‘Sounds like a pain in the ass.’ I frowned, looking at him a bit better. ‘How are you Hen?’ A question that I could easily answer myself; awful. Because he sure as hell looked awful, his whole aura dark and gloomy, perfectly fitting the weather outside.

‘Could use a nap.’ He yawned, looking back over at me and trying his best to offer me a smile, the joy not reaching his eyes.

Oh my poor bear.

‘Then let’s nap and talk later.’

‘Yea..’ He reached out a hand and squeezed the hand I kept at the gear stick. ‘I’m terribly glad to be with you again. I am. Just..tired..’s all. Sorry if I..-’

‘Hen..it’s okay. Relax. Close your eyes for a bit and I’ll tell you when we’ve arrived.’

‘Okay.’ He slowly nodded, immediately closing his eyes, settling more comfortably in his seat.

‘Okay.’ I whispered.

—

Running my hand through his curls, his head resting on my lap, I folded over another page of the book I was reading. We were sitting / sleeping on his parents couch, his father upstairs going about his business, his mom out for tea with a friend. The house was nice and quiet, all sound reaching my ears being Henry’s slow breathing and the buzz of the dishwasher running in the kitchen.

He looked tired even while sleeping.

Oh poor, poor bear.

It was then he shifted a little, heavy eyelids slowly blinking open and his lip curling up in a tiny smile. ‘MMmmmm…’ He hummed, nuzzling his nose in my thighs, making me giggle. ‘Hennn! Cheeky!’ He chuckled in turn, his voice deep with sleep. ‘Am I still dreaming?’ ‘No, you’re not. I’m here. And you’re home. And it’s 11.30, in case you wonder.’

He sighed deeply and nodded, shifting so he was laying flat on his back, his ocean blue eyes looking up at me. ‘Hi.’ He rumbled. ‘Hi.’ I sniffled, tracing my fingers through his curls again, massaging his scalp ever so slightly. ‘Mmm..I missed you. Your hands..’ He slowly sat up, moving his nose into my chest, sniffing a long line up into my neck. ‘..your smell.’

I giggled again. ‘Okay then Geralt.’ He smiled and sat back a little, cupping my cheek. ‘It was worth every delay, every sleepless hour, every luggage swap annoyance.’ And then he placed the first proper kiss on my lips. Soft and loving, as if testing again how I feel like. How our lips can slot together perfectly.

And what a good kisser he was. Hmm.

Humming gladly I didn’t wish the kiss to end, but he eventually did break it, chuckling softly when I leaned into him a little more. ’How are you sweet one?’ He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, looking studiously at my face. As if relearning what I looked like.

Gosh we had really been apart for too long. If anything this had to be prevented from here on at any cost. At any..

‘OH! I have news actually.’ I smiled at him, my worried face turning up with pure joy. He also started to smile. ‘Does this mean that..?’ - ‘Yes. Or well. I don’t know what you’re assuming here. But eh..yea..I received green light for my hiatus. So..’

‘AAAHH YES!’ He let out an excited cheer and quickly pulled me in for another kiss. Deeper this time. And longer. Until both of us had to pull apart for the simple fact of requiring fresh air in our lungs. He was properly beaming. ‘Oh baby..oh…so..when and..?’ He babbled, keeping my face close to his. ‘Now, right now.’ I laughed, feeling his aura lighten up, the dark storm clouds pulling away, his eyes finally starting to shine with happiness.

—

The next morning we had our usual morning walk and it almost felt like it had for all those months before he left. Albeit that there was no happy Akita trodding ahead of us - Kal was still in Canada. With gloved hands interlinked we stepped in steady rhythm, small clouds coming from our mouths as we talked and laughed into the cold morning air.

‘You better pack real warm. It’s really, really cold over there.’ He smiled, pulling me closer and kissing my cold red nose. ‘Mmpff can’t wait.’ I grumbled - hating the cold, but accepting it if that meant I could finally be with Henry. ‘Hahaha. Oh sweetheart. Now...’ He halted us before a large blue slatted house. ‘Are you ready to move in with me?’ He raised a teasing eyebrow and I poked him playfully in the ribs.

‘I thought you’d never ask.’

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messrprcngs · 4 years

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DREAMS.

BASED ON the song dreams by dua lipa SUMMARY : robin knows that the likelihood of finding a girlfriend in a small town like hawkins is slim-to-none, and that any girl she likes is more likely to call her a creep than reciprocate her affections. robin knows this, and yet it doesn’t stop her from having romantic dreams about her friend y/n l/n, much to her dismay. PAIRING : robin buckley x female!reader WARNINGS : slight angst, cursing, plenty of pinning and longing. y’all should be used to this by now WORD COUNT : 2525 with lyrics, 2413 without lyrics A/N : i’ve had this in my drafts for so long and never finished it until now. also, for any nonbinary readers : i am so sorry that i have no oneshots that are explicitly gender neutral all the way through please forgive me i promise that i will make it up to you.

robin peaked out from scoops ahoy's kitchen to get a look at the line.

shit, she thought. there, third from the front, was y/n.

robin had known it was her as soon as she'd heard her tinkling laugh; she'd know that laugh anywhere. she'd been hoping against hope that it wasn't her, but apparently luck was not on her side today, because there was y/n in all her ethereal beauty.

she can’t be here today! not today! why today?

last night my fantasies became oh-so true you said you wanted me as much as i want you if i said it hadn't crossed my mind then oh baby, i'd be lying it just got complicated, i don't know what to do

seeing y/n in scoops ahoy wouldn’t have been so much of a problem if it wasn’t for the dream robin had had the previous night. the dream about her.

in the dream, y/n had told her that she was in love with her, despite what she knew everyone else would say about it, and that she wanted to be with her. really be with her, with all the mushy cheek kisses and hand-holding crap that robin typically hated. and dream-robin had been eating that shit up; boy, had she been eating it up.

robin had thought about y/n like that before, sure - would even go so far as to say that she had a crush on the girl - but had never felt for her as powerfully as she did in that dream. had never felt so full of hopeless longing for her that she was ready to burst. had never felt the way she’d felt for tammy thompson for anyone else since graduating.

she’d been unprepared, then, for the slew of emotions that startled her awake, and was even more unprepared to see y/n today. seeing her made things complicated - more complicated than they already were - and robin didn’t think she could handle that.

can i get it like that, that, that ? lemme know ‘cause i really like that, that, that when you go and i know it’s not real, but the way that i feel i just need to know ( know, know, know )

she knew so very well that it had just been a dream, that it wasn't real, and that y/n was the kind of girl that attracted - and was attracted to - guys. the kind of girl who didn’t like girls the way robin did.

but that didn’t stop robin from wanting her with the entirety of her being. she wanted someone as kind, as curious, as intelligent, as beautiful - both inside and out - as y/n was.

and even though it had been a dream, robin desperately wanted what y/n had said in that dream to have been true.

realizing that she had been staring, robin pulled her head out of sight quickly. god, she hoped no one had seen her staring, because what would they say about her then, if anyone’d seen her looking at y/n the way she had been? very unfriendly and anti-gay things, robin was sure of it.

falling against the wall next to the kitchen door, robin let herself replay the dream from the previous night in her head. god, it really had been a wonderful dream . . .

in my dreams you'd say you need me, believe me in my dreams you'd say you love me, say you'll never leave my dreams in my dreams

robin had been asleep for at least a good hour and a half when she heard the click, click, click on the glass of her bedroom window. her hearing was still fuzzy from sleep, but somehow she knew exactly what the sound that had woken her was.

she sat up and pushed her covers off with a grumble, eyes still half-lidded. her feet touched her bedroom floor, and in less than a second robin was standing in front of her window, which was funny, seeing as she didn’t recall taking any steps.

she rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her left hand so that she could properly see, while her right reached up to push the curtain to the side. robin blinked her eyes open when she was through and looked out into the darkness of the night.

her eyes bugged out of her head when she saw y/n standing on the grass beneath her window, hand full of pebbles from the neighbors’ yard, sporting a smile that was somehow shy and devilish all in one.

she had clearly seen robin pull the curtain open, judging by the look on her face, but she didn’t seem to care enough to stop the next pebble - it hit robin’s window with a soft click.

cursing under her breath and not bothering to dwell on the fact that she was pretty sure y/n had no clue where she lived, robin pushed the window up as quietly as she could and stuck her head out to glare down at the girl below her.

"y/n?" robin whisper-shouted, trying her best not to wake up her parents. "what the hell are you doing here? it's 1:30 in the morning!" she hadn’t checked the time when she’d gotten out of bed, but somehow she knew that that was the correct time.

y/n just continued to grin up at her. the pebbles were no longer in her hand. y/n raised her eyebrows in a clear question, and robin felt something in her gut pulling her towards her closet.

she let it drag her there, and opened the closet door to find a rope ladder she didn’t remember having piled on the floor.

in the blink of an eye robin was back by the window, opening it all the way and throwing the rope ladder down to y/n. it was almost as if y/n hadn’t had to climb at all, because by robin’s next blink she was at the top of the rope ladder, grinning at her from outside.

“hey robin,” y/n said softly as she climbed though the window. her grin had softened now; she looked more like the y/n robin was used to. she found herself relaxing.

instead of greeting her as well, robin grumbled, “you didn’t answer my question.”

“what question?”

robin rolled her eyes. “the ‘what are you doing here?’ question, dingus,” she said.

“oh, that,” y/n replied. a tinkling laugh that sent shivers up robin’s spine followed. “i came here tonight to tell you something," she said, stepping closer.

robin gulped, and though she wanted to look down at the floor to avoid eye contact, it was like her eyes were glued to y/n; she was unable to take them off of her, no matter how hard she tried. she was frozen in place, with nothing to do but watch the pretty girl in front of her.

“o-oh?” she asked, voice catching in her throat. she mentally cursed herself and her inability to keep it cool.

“yeah,” came y/n’s reply, voice barely above a whisper. she was getting ever closer, though it was taking much longer than robin knew it should have; time was very, very wonky.

but then she blinked, and there was y/n, standing so close to her that they were sharing breath.

"and what is it you came to tell me, n/n?" robin sounded just as breathless as she felt. she glanced from y/n’s eyes down to her lips and back up again. "what's so important that you couldn't wait 'til tomorrow to tell me?"

y/n was silent for a long, drawn out moment, and a sick feeling began to gnaw away at robin’s stomach. she knew that if y/n didn't tell her whatever it was soon, she probably never would, and she would miss out on something great.

“i came to tell you that i need you,” y/n breathed, and robin felt her head begin to spin.

robin was astonished. “what?” she croaked, voice catching on the vowel. she hadn’t been expecting y/n to say that. “what do you mean, you need me?”

“i mean exactly what i said. i need you robin.” robin’s eyes were frozen on y/n’s, and she watched as y/n’s gaze flickered down to her lips for a brief moment before meeting hers again. “i need you so, so much.”

“i don’t understand,” robin replied, and the thinness of her own voice surprised her. she was vaguely aware that head was beginning to hurt, too; a dull, barely-there throb at the base of her neck. y/n was blurring at the edges now, as if robin’s vision was sliding in and out of focus.

“i’m in love with you.”

robin sucked in a quick, sharp breath at that. her head was pounding now, and her blood was rushing in her ears. “i - what?”

y/n rolled her eyes. she would’ve looked exasperated if it wasn’t for the fond smirk that graced her lips. in a flash, y/n was standing impossibly closer, and robin had just enough time to wonder why her soft palm was cupping her cheek before she kissed her.

robin didn’t even remember closing her eyes, but the next thing she knew, light was exploding behind her eyelids, and a pleasant warm, fuzzy feeling was crawling it’s way up and settling itself in her belly. kissing y/n was nice. she tasted like lemon and cherry, and her lips were cool and soft against robin’s, which were warm and chapped.

just as robin was beginning to melt into the kiss, though, a loud crash sounded from somewhere down the hall from her room. robin jumped away from y/n, turning to stare at her closed door. her previously fuzzy eyesight had cleared up, and she could see her door in stunning clarity. it was almost too clear.

“i should probably go,” y/n said, and robin whipped back around to face her.

“what? why?”

“because i don’t want to get you in trouble with your parents for having a friend sneak over in the middle of the night, and i don’t want my parents figuring out i’m gone.”

robin knew that this was logical, but couldn’t stop herself from blurting out, “friend?”

y/n’s eyebrows drew together in confusion for a moment, and then a look of realization passed over her face and she laughed softly. “you think i meant we’re just friends, hmm?”

robin nodded dumbly. her vision was blurring at the edges again.

“i meant that that’s what they’ll think if they catch me in here. they’ll think we’re just friends. we’re not just friends, robin. i kissed you, after all, didn’t i?”

again, robin nodded. she blinked, once, twice, and then they were in front of her window. y/n crawled out onto her roof legs first, and when it was just her upper half that was left to go through the window, y/n propped herself up on the window sill with her elbows. “don’t i get a goodbye kiss?” she asked, and robin smiled.

she leaned down, and just as their lips brushed, robin was startled awake.

robin shuddered. fuck, that dream sent chills up her spine in the best possible way, even if parts of it hadn’t been at all realistic.

she wanted to be able to hold y/n like dream robin had. why couldn’t she hold y/n the way dream robin had?

because y/n doesn’t like girls, she answered herself, and robin sighed. the world was so unfair.

she was startled out of her thoughts upon hearing steve’s loud, overly cheerful voice greeting another very special customer.

“y/n!” she heard steve say. “what, couldn’t stay away from your favorite ice cream scooper?”

“oh yeah,” came y/n’s reply, “i love the little metal guy you use to scoop up people’s ice cream, steve. where is he?”

robin’s face split into a grin, and imagined steve’s cocky smile sliding right off his face, replaced by a straight mouth and narrowed eyes as clearly as if she were watching it happen.

“haha,” steve said humorlessly. “very funny.”

and there was that goddamn laugh again, light and beautiful. “i always am, steven.”

“don’t call me that,” he grumbled back. “just give me your damn order, y/n.”

robin didn’t have to listen to know what she would say; she had served y/n enough time to know her usual by heart.

it was quiet out front, save for the ceaseless mall-chatter, until steve said something that made robin’s stomach drop down into her feet.

“hey,” he said, and his voice was softer now than it normally was. “would you wanna, i dunno . . . go see a movie with me sometime?”

robin nearly choked on her own spit. was steve really asking y/n out?

it appeared that he was, and y/n was fucking laughing again, so fucking sweet and fucking perfect, and not fucking because of her. despite her gut telling her not to, robin peaked her head back out of the kitchen and watched, horrified, as y/n smiled her big, perfect smile at steve.

“what, you mean like on a date?” she asked, and her voice was as sweet as ever. as sick as robin felt, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the nightmare that was playing out in front of her.

“yeah,” steve replied, looking down awkwardly at the ice cream he was holding. “if you wanna. you don’t . . . er, you don’t have to. you know - you know what, just forget i -”

y/n cut him off. “i’d be happy to go see a movie with you, steve.”

steve’s head snapped back up so fast that a pang shot through the back of robin’s neck. “really?” his voice jumped up an octave at the end. he cleared his throat. “i mean, cool. cool, cool, cool.”

though robin could hardly see his face from the angle she was at, she could just see one corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile, and felt a pang in her chest. y/n was making him so happy.

as if just remembering the ice cream he was holding, steve swore under his breath and handed it to y/n, then reached behind the counter and grabbed a pile of napkins, which he handed to her as well. she took them both gratefully, and while she may have imagined it, robin was sure that y/n had let her hand rest against steve’s for a second longer than was normal.

“thanks for the ice cream, stevie,” she said, eyes big an innocent.

“n-no problem, y/n.”

she smiled sweetly at him and waved. “bye, steve!”

“bye, y/n! see you - see you later!”

y/n turned and walked away from the counter, and robin watched her as she left the store, heart thumping heavily. she knew it. she knew it. she knew she had no chance with y/n. she had even less of a chance now that steve had asked her out. robin didn’t stand a chance against steve. she didn’t stand a chance against any boy that wanted to ask y/n out, really. because girls like y/n didn’t like girls the way that robin did.

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pennylanefics · 4 years

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Soft Alphabet - Chris Zapata

a/n: so i’ve seen this idea from a few people (i can’t remember off the top of my head) but i changed most of the words :) hope you like!

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A - Affection (how do they show affection)

he usually does with his words. he is always telling you he loves you and how happy you make him. any chance he gets, he is whispering that he cares for you. at baseball games, during holidays with him and his family, or you and your family, or even just sitting on the couch with one another.

B - Balance (how do they balance you, work/school/life?)

chris always tries to see you as much as he can, with work, baseball, and family. he invites you to games if he knows he won’t be able to spend time with you for a short while, so you always go, even if you only see him for a few minutes before and after the game; watching him play is always good, too. sometimes he invites you over to spend time with his family, because they love you so much, so that way he can spend time with both.

C - Cuddles (do they enjoy cuddling? what positions?)

zapata is the best at giving cuddles. when you two are laying in bed, he’ll hold you in his arms, rubbing your back with his hands. he specifically loves spooning because he can whisper in your ear how much he loves you and how much you mean to him. it’s also the perfect position for when you want to get things on *wink wink*.

D - Date (what was your first date?)

your first date was actually to the baseball field he plays at, just to pitch and bat together for the time being. chris loves baseball and he was happy to finally be going on a date with you, so why not combine the two? you had a lot of fun just taking turns throwing and hitting. afterwards, he took you out for some slushies to cool off with and sat down in the park, chatting and getting to know one another even more.

E - Excited (how excited do they get when they see you/are with you?)

zapata gets way too excited when he sees you. if it’s after a game they won, he’s still full of adrenaline and joy, which means he can be a bit rough, in a good way. he throws you over his shoulder and sometimes spins you around, kissing you a lot. but even when he comes home, tired and worn out, he has a huge smile on his face as you come into view and he is attached to your side within minutes.

F - Fighting (what happens when you fight)

fights usually happen when chris is stressed out or angry from a bad game. he takes it out on you, even though he knows he shouldn’t, he can’t help it. fights can also happen out of nowhere, if chris isn’t in a good mood, anything can set him off. every time, though, he will just stop talking and walk to the bedroom to calm down and cool off. if he doesn’t, he knows he’ll say something he doesn’t mean. but when he’s ready, he comes back to you, apologizes, and kisses you to make up for how upset he made you.

G -Gorgeous (pet names. what do they like to call you? what do they like to be called?)

‘baby’ is the one name that he calls you 24/7. “baby, come here”, “hey baby, how are you”. he also calls you ‘my girl’, specifically around his teammates and strangers. he wants everyone to know that you’re his and only his.

H - Hi (first time meeting)

you first met at a d-backs baseball game. you are friends with mazz, so you came to see him after you heard the news that he wasn’t drafted. after the game, which they won, he introduced you to everyone. right away, chris takes a liking towards you, giving you more than just a simple wave. he takes your hand in his and presses a kiss to the back of it, making the entire team laugh and make fun of him. they all head back to the dugout to gather their things and get ready to head out for some much deserved drinks. mazz of course invited you, and you agreed. at the restaurant, zapata can’t stop talking to you and only you, but you seem happy about that.

I - Insecure (what they do when you’re feeling insecure/vice versa)

if you’re feeling down about yourself, chris is quick to tell you everything he loves about you, which is basically everything, from your hair, to your legs, to your personality, everything. he hates when you’re feeling down and will do anything in his power to reassure you that he finds you beautiful, both inside and out. when he’s feeling insecure, you will do the same, but try to take his mind off of it. you will change the topic to bringing up all of the amazing things he’s done in the past, with his baseball career and anything else you can think of.

J - Jealousy (do they get jealous? how do they react to you being jealous)

he can get jealous sometimes, but he knows that you won’t leave him for some guy you see at one of his games or while out with friends. he trusts you enough to know that you won’t do anything with any other guy. as for you, you get jealous a lot, involuntarily. you know he’s out of your league, so when you see other girls flirting with him, you can’t help but get a little jealous. but, chis always reassures you that he’s all yours with a long, passionate kiss.

K - Kisses (where do they like to kiss you/how often?)

chris will kiss you any chance he gets. when you’re sitting at home, doing nothing together, or out having a drink with the guys, he always finds a way to press his lips to yours. he also loves kissing your forehead when you’re cuddled up. he loves the way you snuggle closer to him when he does.

L - Love (when was the first time they said i love you or realized it?)

he quickly realizes that he loves you. about two or three months into your relationship, it hits him and he can’t stop thinking about it. he never wants to be away from you, he wants to be close to you, and he can’t help but feel so much emotion coursing through him when you two are together. so when he comes to terms with it, he tells you right away, wanting you to know that he feels strongly for you. and thankfully, you say it back.

M - Moving in (when do you decide to move in together)

about a year into your relationship. months before, chris brings it up, not exactly knowing how you would feel. you had been spending the night with him for a couple weeks for a few nights here and there, and he finally decided that he wants to spend every day like this, waking up next to you and falling asleep next to you. so, he asks you one night while you’re laying in bed, wondering what you think about the idea. you can’t believe that he wants to live with you, so you say yes right away.

N - Newborn (their reaction to starting a family)

when you told chris you were pregnant, he kind of freaked out a little. sure, he was excited and happy, but he was terrified of becoming a father. he wasn’t sure if he was going to be a good one or not, but after a talk with fotch, who has a couple kids, he felt a lot better. and once your daughter was born, chris was already wrapped around her tiny little finger.

O- Open (how open you are with one another)

chris is very open, right from the start. he will tell you anything and everything you want to know or what he feels like telling you. you’re not used to people being this open with you, so whenever he’s telling you something, you always assure him that it’s fine if he doesn’t want to. but, he always does because he wants you to know that he feels comfortable with you, enough to share his deepest and hidden thoughts and memories.

P - Panic (how you calm them down when they’re scared/anxious/angry)

when he’s feeling angry or anxious, you will grab his cheeks and make him look at you and focus only on you. you basically talk him out of his own thoughts and get him to focus on something else that will distract him from them. it always seems to work because his breathing will slow down almost right away. this usually happens at his games when he’s getting annoyed with himself or his teammates.

Q - Question (what you do when they come to you for help)

you try to help him as much as you can when he comes to you with a problem. you hear him out, then take a moment to think of some ways to possibly help. even if they aren’t the best, chris is always thankful that you’re willing to sit down and help him through whatever he’s going through.

R - Recovery (how they help you/how you help them after an injury)

he gets hurt a lot, lets be real. so when he comes home, limping because he twisted his ankle during a game, you will wait on him hand and foot, getting him whatever he needs and making sure his ankle stays iced. you’ll give him cuddles and kisses as well, wanting him to be as comfortable as he can be. on the opposite, it’s basically the end of the world for him when you’re hurt. he wants to know what happened and if it was anyone’s fault so he can beat their ass. but just like you are with him, he wants to care for you the best he can, getting you anything you want and watching any film you want to make you feel better.

S - Solution (how they resolve fights)

chris will be the one to come to you after you two are cooled off and calmer and talk things out. he’ll most likely own up to whatever the fight was about, even if he is the one who’s right just because he hates fighting with you. he doesn’t want to be away from you any longer, so if need be, he’ll take responsibility for the entire situation. after things are resolved, you two will either make up with sex or cuddles, whatever you’re in the mood for.

T - Touch (when they need/want your touch, what will they do? how often?)

zapata is very dependent on touch, tbh. he always has a hand on you, no matter what. whether that’s on the small of your back, around your shoulder, or holding your hand. he loves the way your body feels and the way your skin feels against his. it’s what keeps him sane and calm and touching you, in any way, will always cheer him up.

U - Up ( waking up with them)

since he’s an early riser, he is always up before you. because of this, he will get out of bed and make you breakfast for you to enjoy in bed. once he’s done, he finds that you’re still asleep. so, he’ll wake you up with soft kisses all over your face while hovering above you, quietly whispering that he made you breakfast. you of course wake up and sit up, preparing to enjoy the food he made and get some cuddles.

V - Vacation (where they travel with you)

when his bush league season ends, he whisks you away on a road trip from new york to california. sure, it takes a looong time to get there, but that’s the best part. staying in a different state every night for however long it takes you to get there, exploring each city for the short time you’re there, and finally ending up in california to be met with warm weather and beautiful beaches. he loves spending time with you and seeing you be so carefree, not worrying about school or work, just focusing on being with each other.

W -Wedding (how they propose, where you get married, honeymoon)

chris will propose with something baseball-related, i feel. like he’ll plan something for during the game, during a break between innings. he’ll bring you out to the field and stand on the pitcher’s mound with you, have dells throw him a ball, which is actually a ring box shaped like a baseball. he’ll give a little speech before getting down on one knee and proposing. you of course say yes and celebrate a little, since they have to get back to the game. for your honeymoon, he would take you someplace you’ve always talked about going to, and he’s happy with anything as long as you’re happy.

X - X-factor (what about you captivated them?)

your intelligence. you know so much about so many things, chris was blown away. you knew things that he didn’t and it made him want to know so much more about anything, even if he wasn’t interested in it. he also loves hearing you talk, so it’s a win-win for him.

Y - Yawning (how they act when they’re tired)

chris gets VERY clingy when he’s tired. he will attach to your side like a koala and rest his head in your neck, pressing soft kisses to your skin, begging you to come to bed with him. you tell him you want to finish watching this film before heading up. because he’s too tired to fight back, he just deals with it and ends up falling asleep, cuddled up next to you.

Z - Zzzz (how you fall asleep together)

he loves to just hold you in his arms and talk about your days. he’ll tell you all about the game he played or what happened at work, and just get his thoughts out. he doesn’t mind if you don’t listen, but if you do, you always chat back with him. he’ll also run his fingers through your hair because it relaxes him.

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steve0discusses · 5 years

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Yugioh Ep 24 S3: Blimp’s Ultimate Form

So, I realized as I sat down to the blog today that I’ve been doing this for like...a year and half now? I think? So I figured...how many of these have I MADE? Cuz I thought...I MUST be getting close to the 100th recap pretty soon, and guys, the answer was shocking.

This is, in fact, the 121st recap (including Season 0). That is a LOT of content. I don’t think I have that many pages for my own webcomic (which basically only tells you how long and physically exhausting the drawing process is more than anything else). Along the way I realized I was a.) really bad at numbering episodes, and b.) reaaaaally bad at spelling Kaiba at the start of this series, really cringey how I used to spell everyone’s name, I can’t really look back there.

Anyway, in case you are curious, the 100th episode was the “Pharaoh turns Karibo into a rainbow for some reason” episode. So, unfortunately it wasn’t that extraordinary. I forgot to write down which episode was 69, which is a colossal failure on my part.

So that being said, this is the last episode of this arc! Honestly, this arc could’ve been a lot shorter because at this point the only resolution left is for Noah to be a decent person once in his life and for Kaiba Sr. to die (which he’s already done, so...mission already accomplished)

Noah recently came on the PA system to inform us that he accidentally decided to kill everyone (congrats, recently reformed Noah), and so he’s going to do the decent thing and let them know where the exit is without actually doing a damn thing to make a portal to get them to said exit.

Guess where the exit is?

I don’t know why the hell this show keeps going back to the local Dave and Busters where Tea got attacked on a dance machine.

At this moment, Gozaburo decided to turn into some sort of giant red ghost devil.

Yes. Exactly what it sounds like.

Apparently this was a thing he could just do this entire arc.

(read more after the cut)

The fact that Seto’s Dad can just morph into a giant red demon is like...not even a problem for anyone on this cast. He literally goes back to his side of the field and goes right back to playing cards. Cuz youknow. Cards.

It’s basically a "Anyone with a millennium item can shoot lasers but never actually does” but demon format. Gozaburo *could* turn into the hulk but like...why?

Meanwhile the rest of the cast are playing cards against the card monsters, that are really just 3D models that Gozaburo had on file. He could have used...literally anything to throw at these people and he went with cards. He could have just dropped a boat on them but...I dunno, maybe he didn’t know where the boat folder was.

Yugi trying really hard to not acknowledge the annoying as hell Joey face and give it any more attention than it already has.

Tea and Serenity scramble to the exit largely unscathed, dragging Tristan with them because he is too small to hold a card hologram and is too monkey to be at all useful back on the front lines.

And they just wake up. Just like that. Just like they woke up from a simple nap or something.

And voila, Tristan is no longer a monkey, his brain is back to normal, the writers were like “we really have to focus on Noah right now, please forgive us if we just pretend line all that brain damage Tristan went through, his brain being 5 DIFFERENT PEOPLE at the same time, having his brainwaves turned into an actual monkey, and then back again within the space of a few hours- just pretend he’s fine now.

It’s fine. Tristan’s fine.

Tristan wasn’t really...all that bright to begin with so...he’s fine.

And so, as our B team is getting back into the real world, Noah sees this little post-it note on the side of his computer that says “PS, Yugi is a main character and must be present for the finale although he will serve little purpose there” and so Noah pressed that intercom mic button to say:

And it’s at this point that Noah says “I’ll just make you a portal and warp you right there” and then I guess everyone standing around Noah kind of looked at eachother and was like “NOW you do that? NOW? AFTER the chase through the monster copy-paste factory?”

The show is desperately trying to convince me that Noah is now fully a good brother but ehhhhh he’s not. Like, I’ll be honest, they give him the best send off they could have possibly given to such an irredeemably evil character. Like, Seto himself is such a bag of pistachios that you really have to stretch Noah pretty far into evil territory to make Seto look like the good guy in comparison, and it sort of made me not really buy this whole Noah redemption arc.

It’s more like a prequel to a redemption arc that apparently won’t even happen in this series of Yugioh. He comes back at some point, and I only know that because I had to do a google image search of this kid for some reason and it was like ah, yeah, this is definitely a screen cap of a later, glossier looking Yugioh. But, for now, I’d say that Noah’s arc isn’t so much about him coming closer to his family or turning towards the ‘light’, as Pharaoh put it last episode. It’s more about Noah finally letting go of his Father, which should have been the arc of Seto Kaiba.

Instead, Seto did absolutely nothing to let go of his Dad, to the point that Seto is now fighting a computer that just kind of looks like his Dad during a missile strike aimed at Seto’s own face, and Seto did not stop till he won, because of his own damn pride.

Like I think I mentioned this in the last recap, but if they wanted to have Seto show any changes in this arc (which he hasn’t done) then he should have walked away. Instead, he’s very clearly still using his past trauma to fuel the obsessive reasons why he’s playing cards in the present.

Oh, and PS, Yugi’s here, I don’t know why he is, but it does make for some good scenery shots for the commercials so you know, why not.

Gozaburo decides it’s about time to turn into a 50 ft rage monster, and he pushes them to a ledge. Ah, dangerous ledge trope, it’s been a while.

And, finally, as was hinted basically since S1, Yugi gets Seto to jump directly off a ledge of a very tall structure. It finally happened.

Don’t think about it.

And into a portal? That gets them to the exit? Like y’all...this is a kid’s show and all so I shouldn’t question any very convenient plot devices but like...what?

Anyways, they’re fine now, don’t worry about it.

And so, now for a brother pow-wow between Mokuba, who is either still very, very much in Stockholm Syndrome Territory or maybe just doesn’t know that Noah dropped a rocket on his face while Moki was AFK.

And so Noah walks off into the fog cloud because he is the only person on this entire show who would rather die than share a brain (and you know Moki would’ve been down. Moki/Noah as the next Yugi/Pharaoh could’ve been a great thing but youknow, also very much way too complicated for this already complicated show).

It was very melodramatic.

And TBH, I will miss Noah a little bit, he had a fun, insane sort of snobby sass, but I can understand why they might not want to keep even more villains around on this show that is already like...dozens of villains, just so many villains.

Anyway, remember that they woke up in a lab and not in a blimp, so they still have to like...get off this damn boat.

Lol nearly forgot this was an anime. Glad Noah got a magic girl moment before he kicked it.

Also, I’m pretty sure it was shirtless Noah in this glowing yellow farmer’s tan that got this episode flagged for Adult Content when it was still in my drafts folder. Tumblr’s bot got super excited to shut this one way down lol.

And then what follows is like one of the best animated loops in Yugioh. One so good that you bet your ass I clipped it to view for my own leisure.

Mokuba, sensing he’s slowing down for no reason makes the mistake of telling his brother “I’m not going to make it” and so, as an unsuspecting Duke Devlin reaches out and says “grab my hand,” Kaiba does...THIS

when the entire time Kaiba was strong enough and had enough jumps to do THIS

Like he could have easily picked up Mokuba but youknow, any chance to throw a kid at Duke Devlin’s face shoe-first, I guess.

Maybe this is why Moki wears a puffy vest?

And so it was here, as the flames encroach on my wonderful blimp baby that I was getting ready to say goodbye, but guess what, she ain’t dead because...of a completely insane reason we’ll get to in a bit.

Oh, and PS Kaiba’s Dad is a flame monster now. Because of...technology?

It’s probably supposed to be metaphorical flames but youknow, apparently Kaiba had the foresight that someone at some point would become a flame demon and try to devour his entire blimp, and so he made a feature you can add onto what ever blimp you decide to buy from him just so you can outrun fire people attacks.

And it turns out Blimp was the real Magical Girl all along.

Blimp lore is getting pretty wild y’all.

Imagine playing cards on it now...

And then everyone collectively decided that Noah WASN’T DEAD. It was very unhealthy! Thanks 4Kids!

The irony about this exchange is that it is Bakura who is the one who’s uploaded to a flash drive, not Noah--Bakura is on a flash drive around Yugi’s neck but they have never discussed this. Like I’m pretty sure no one even has still picked up that Bakura died and that’s going to be the thing I look forward to the most next episode. If they even address it. Which they might not.

And so, Kaiba looks at the wreckage and the rocket parts that he now has to explain to the UN (and probably not for the first time) and he says:

And thus ends the Kaiba’s Kojima-esque War Crimes arc.

Oh man, next time we get to go back to Marik.

Man oh man.

I don’t even REMEMBER what was going on in that arc guys. It’s been like...man.

I might have to read my own blog to refresh myself haha, I honestly have forgotten a lot of details.

Anyway, in memory of when the blimp still looked like a blimp, I guess this is the last time I can ever post this song:

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And here’s a link to read these recaps from the beginning in chrono-order

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the-outcast-in-the-back · 5 years

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Perfectionist ( Brian May x Reader)

A/N: So I decided to write this little College Brian May fic because I had a very similar experience to this and also when I get back from Winter Break I have finals. So for anyone in the same perfectionist boat here is this.

Summary: The reader is really stressed out with one of her professors that doesn’t really do their job right. This leads to her wanting her paper to be perfect so that she can attempt to make a good grade on her final. Brian finds her frustrated and decides that she won’t take help willingly, so he comes up with a plan.

Warnings: Stress, swearing, mentions of testing anxiety, perfectionism, and Fluff!

You let out another groan of annoyance. You had been trying to write this paper for hours, but for some reason you couldn’t. Your english professor had given you a paper to write about Shakespeare’s work. It wasn’t anything too difficult, just some analysis work. But the part that annoyed you the most was that she never really read the papers. For some people that was okay with them, but for you it was the most annoying thing in the world. You’re a perfectionist, you always had been.

You thought that teachers would actually care and want there jobs once you were in college but here you are again with people who probably didn’t really want to be teachers. The worst part was that you loved Shakespeare and understood it fine, but there was nothing useful you got on your rough draft. You found many mistakes that were marked by the professor that you had gotten right originally. There was also a peer edit session and no offense to your class, but you didn’t trust a single one of them to look at your paper. A girl the other week asked what alliteration was. How they made it this far in life you had not idea. You wanted to earn your grade, but it’s hard to do that when no one cares. To add to your stress finals were approaching fast and this was a unit that would appear on the final.

So you just sat in your dorm reading and re-reading everything completely lost wondering what you should and shouldn’t do. You were snapped back into reality when you heard a knock at your door. When you got up to open it you saw that it was Brian and you calmed down a bit. Finally someone who doesn’t get on your nerves. “ Hey (Y/N), I was wondering if you would want to come see us perform next week? “Smile” just got a slot at this new bar and I thought you’d like to come.” He asked sweetly.

He then noticed the large pile of papers and eraser shavings that were scattered over your desk. “ Tough class?” He asked. “ Kind of. It’s really complicated and a long, long story...” He tilted his head to the side causing a lot of movement from his curls. “ I’m sorry, yes I would love to see you guys perform next week. Also would you like to come in Brian?” You asked shaking yourself out of the stressful thoughts that currently were going through your head.

You gestured for him to come in and he sat down in one of your extra chairs. “ Where’s your flat mate?” He asked looking around the dorm noticing a very studious mess of your side and a clean untouched side of your flat mates. “ No idea. She’s a partier, sucks for her better for me. “ you explained. He smiled and laughed at your bluntness. “ So are you going to tell me this long story or what?” You explained all of your frustrations about the class to him. He sat there and listened something that was greatly appreciated. “ At this point I want to say just fuck it! I’m a biochemistry major! I can’t do it! I can memorize the periodic table and most compounds in the world, but write a barley edited paper? Nope!” He then scooted his chair closer and took your paper.

“Bri, what are doing?” You asked a little worried about how quiet he was. “ Reading your paper, Miss Periodical.” He replied jokingly. The two of you had an odd relationship. Both of you would sarcastically tease and joke around with each other. It was mostly innocent which was great for both of you but it did at times get borderline flirty. Brian was always sweet about it and usually apologized afterwards, but it didn’t ever truly bother either of you.You both just sat there in silence for a very long time, you didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

When he put your paper down he went over to your dresser asking “ When is this due?” Confused you replied “ In 2 days”. He started rummaging around the drawers which caused you to say “ You find anything interesting?” He then pulled out your pajamas and said “ Catch!” You caught the flying clothing and asked “ What the hell?” He only smiled and explained as he headed towards the door “ It’s late. You need to take a break. Get some sleep, actual sleep which means no reading.” He teased as you sarcastically scoffed.

“ Your going to need it, because tomorrow you and I are going to knock this out and get it done. How about eight o’clock in the morning?” You giggled a little and asked sarcastically “ Brian May, are you actually asking me out on a date?” As he left all he said was “ Maybe.” And closed the door. You were taken back and stood there eyes wide. There wasn’t that cute little Brian apology that usually followed. Which actually kinda scared you a little.

It was almost eight o’clock and you sat at your desk trying to organize it the best you could. You were already dressed and had makeup on, surprisingly you actually were able to get up and dressed. Usually you were the type of person who did not and could not get up really early. Finally as your watch went to eight you heard a knock on your door. Punctual like usual you say Brian in your door way holding a try of coffee in one hand and some bags in the other. “ Morning (Y/N), I’m impressed your actually up and completely looking like yourself this early.” You let him in saying “ Well, my finals, grades, and dignity hang in the balance so...” you trailed off and shrugged. Once he set his stuff down he held a coffee cup out to you saying “ Coffee, two for you, two for me and breakfast take away.” You giggles at his kind gesture “ Your a god Bri!” You said taking the coffee and a seat at your desk.

Brian then scooted his chair close to you so you were sitting side by side “ So when I was reading your paper last night-“ you interjected with “ Is it bad?” You were nervous you really don’t like other people reading unfinished work. “ No, not at all. There are just a few spelling and grammatical errors. Maybe you could reword a few things, but other than that it was really good.” He explained with a smile. He then continued with “ If anything we need to correct your professor. She really doesn’t know what she was reading. Did you see she said to capitalize a word that was already capitalized?” You laughed and exclaimed “ YES!” He then got out your food and then was ready to help you work.

“ Thank you.” You said as you started. He looked at you confused “ For what?” You took a deep breath and said “ Thank you for helping me with this. I don’t usually do my school work with other people. I usually dread it, and if I do share it it’s because I know it’s done and I know it’s exactly what the professor wants. I don’t like struggling, I don’t like showing people that from time to time I struggle.” You circled your finger around the rim of the cup embarrassed by what you were saying. Growing up you always did what everyone wanted exactly how they wanted it.

Brian then laid his hand on your forearm and rubbed his thumb slowly across it. “ (Y/N), (Y/N) look at me. It’s okay to need a little help and it’s okay to struggle. Do want to know something odd? I struggle with things too. Everyone does, it’s just easier for others to show it than it is for us. We’re perfectionist, you probably more so than I but that’s not bad. Being a perfectionist means that you have more determination to get things done and done right. You’re lucky because of it.” You smiled and teared up a bit at what he was saying. What did you do to get someone as smart and sweet as Brian? You both stared at each other for a while, but Brian spoke up after feeling like he was staring to long. He cleared his throat and said “ Alright let’s start with the introduction shall we?”

It was almost noon when the two of you finished your paper. It was in both of your opinions perfect and ready for when you needed to turn it in for class. Once you realized you finished you yell “ YES! It’s finally finished! Thank you so much Bri!” You then hugged each other and he replied “ No problem. “ As you hugged you realized things about Brian you never did before. How warm his body was, how comfortable it was to be wrapped in his arms, how good he smelt, things like that. When you two left the warm embrace you looked at your watched and noticed it was almost time for me to go to work. Brian looked at his watch as well and said “ Well, I have practice in a few minutes and you have work. We should both be going.” He grabbed his things to leave, but this weird thought in the back of your mind demanded you to ask “ Brian, can I ask you something?”

He turned around and gave you a nod indicating that you could. “ Last night during our usual banter, I asked you if this was a date and you answered maybe. Usually when we say flirty stuff like that one of us apologizes immediately, but you didn’t and just left. Why was that?” You felt awkward asking and he seemed uncomfortable and unsure how to answer. “ Tell you what, you turn in that paper and come see us perform. When you do you can come back stage and I’ll tell you why, deal?” You rolled your eyes and asked “ You’re going to make me wait that long?” He laughed and said “ Good things come to those who wait.” And then he left.

Today could not have gone any better you got an A on your paper and you knew that it was the real grade you earned, and “Smile” did an amazing job with this new location and crowd. You went back stage and immediately say Brian, his curly long hair is kinda hard to miss.

“ Brian!” You called out and you hurried over to him. “ I got an A on my paper! And now I’m confident that I’ll get an A on my final and you know me I’m not really confident about anything! So we did it!” You said excitedly. He then picked you up which was surprising. You never would’ve guessed he was really strong.

“ That’s amazing!” You guys turned in a circle before he put you down. “ I knew you could do it my little perfectionist!” Before you could do or say anything else he kissed you quickly. You were shocked and noticing this he said “ That’s your answer for the other night. I love you.” A small smile appeared on your lips, this was amazing that one of your best friends loved you and you loved him back. After the silence he was afraid he said something wrong and he started blushing. “ I’m sorry (Y/N) if I offended you but...” you then stopped him by saying “ You didn’t, I love you too.” He then asked “ You sure?” Then you decided to go back to teasing. “ Hmm, well come here.” You then both kissed again and you ran your hands through his soft, plush curly hair. He placed his hands on your back and drew you close. When you stopped and pressed your foreheads together you said “ Oh I’m sure.” The two of you laughed a little he then let out a happy sigh “ You’re perfect, without trying.”

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To Wear A Crown - First Draft Excerpt #5

Markham flinched as Amile dabbed an alcohol-soaked piece of cotton against the cut on his arm. His best friend had his jaw clenched in concentration, hands working with precision. His reading on anatomy and healing had, after all, not only been for personal enjoyment.

He pursed his lips together, an expression Markham knew meant bad news. “This will need stitches.”

Markham groaned. “Great. I passed out for like three days the last time and now I have to do it again. Courtesy of the same bloody red-cloak.”

He wondered where Ginger was now, if he’d survived long enough to get back to the guild. The wet crunching sound of fingers being severed from the crook’s body was still vivid in his mind hours later, the memory of Staella’s face as she performed her duty sending a shiver down his spine. The chill was not wholly out of fear, but also of something else entirely. She’d been efficient, cold – a warrior in battle with no time for hesitation. Markham knew that he’d write that scene as soon as he was able, would relive the moment as he described the adrenaline that had surged through his veins, the metallic tang of blood that had permeated his senses, the stony determination in Staella’s stunning eyes.

Amile had bound the protector’s badly-sprained knee and ordered her to stay in bed for the rest of the day. She’d nearly snarled at him when he’d forbidden any strenuous activity for the next two weeks.

He rose to grab the shirt Markham had discarded earlier, pausing at the bedroom’s refreshments tray to tuck the bottle of brandy under his arm – the same one Markham had been sharing with Staella earlier. “To be fair, you passed out long before I even started on the stitches. Unfortunately, this time, you won’t have the luxury of unconsciousness… We could take you to Doctor Folear, get some real anaesthesia.”

He shook his head, tongue darting out to taste the blood of his split lip. “And tell him that I got sprung by a vengeful red-cloak in an alley in the Western Rooks?”

Amile shrugged, sitting down in the chair next to the bed. “You have a legitimate reason this time. You went looking for Rayn.”

Markham cocked an eyebrow. “And what normal Representative would’ve done that in the Rooks at night?”

The brunet started shuffling through his medical kit, pulling out a curved needle and thread. His golden-brown eyes darkened in that way they always did when he was doing something important. “You don’t need to be normal. You just need to be plausible. You took Staella and she didn’t question you.”

Markham’s lips tugged upward. “Actually, she did. Quite adamantly. She always does. Even when she doesn’t say it, I know she does… I’m mad at you, by the way.”

“Not the smartest thing to say to the man who’s about to stick a needle in your arm.” He didn’t enquire further, knew Markham would continue without prodding.

“You told Staella that I was visiting a prostitute that night.”

Amile waited, blinked. “I’m still failing to see the problem.”

Markham threw his unscathed arm into the air. “The problem is that you could’ve come up with a more respectable alibi. She must think I’m a complete jerk. A defiler. A disgusting, entitled misogynist.”

“It’s the Rooks. Nothing but the truth would’ve been respectable. Besides, the objective was secrecy, not getting her to like you. Or has that changed?” He flashed him a smug smile and Markham punched his leg in the impish way they’d always wrestled as children.

“Well, genius, it might’ve helped to get her on our side if she did like me.”

Amile scooted closer, instruments sterilised and ready. “Had you only told her from the beginning, she’d be on board by now. After recent events, however, I doubt anyone will be rushing to our side soon.”

Markham sighed. “If I just could’ve found Rayn tonight…”

His friend twisted the shirt into a thick rope, gestured to the gaping wound in Markham’s arm. “No one can say that you didn’t try. You do enough. You risk enough. Taking everything on yourself isn’t going to solve our problems.” He held out the brandy. “Down about a quarter of this.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get me drunk to take advantage of me.”

“You caught me,” Amile deadpanned, much to his patient’s amusement.

Markham proceeded to gulp down the bitter, burning liquid, eyes watering. After what felt like about a gallon of brandy had been poured down his throat, he broke away from the bottle with a shudder and a cough. He made a loud gagging noise, wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “Goddess, I’ll never drink again.”

Amile only rolled his eyes at that. “Now bite down on this.” He gave Markham the shirt-rope and once again dipped the needle into the alcohol.

The world tilted as the drink started to do its job, the world becoming slower and his mouth turning numb. He was glad for the degree of fuzziness when Amile began.

The needle pierced his flesh and tugged at it. Pierced. Tugged. Again and again. Goddess. He was roaring, teeth digging into the shirt until the veins in his neck bulged and his fingers clawed at the sheets beneath him. Blood thundered in his ears and he was lost to everything that wasn’t pain.

His head spun, black curling into the corners of his vision. He was nauseous. His ears were ringing. Amile said something, but he couldn’t make out the words. Everything swirled. He was going to throw up. Amile stepped away from him, a vague silhouette amidst dancing black spots. Markham curled over the side of the bed. Emptied his stomach on the floor. When his head hit the pillow again, everything disappeared.

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jake/amy + number 5 from the smut prompt list? ;) - @thehoneymoonbinder

Prompt: “Try to stay quiet,understand?”

It’s a thing they do sometimes, when they wanna have a little fun. They don’t tell each other in advance, what their aliases or backstories are going to be. When they wanna do something kinky and roleplay as strangers meeting in public for the first time.

_____

Amy shifted on her bar stool, tapping her fingers on the counter in disinterest, waiting for her boyfriend to approach her (she’s looking forward to seeing what persona he made this time, wondering what he’ll think of hers).

Then she heard a familiar voice from behind her. “Waiting for someone?”

Amy smiled.

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btsinspirationtakesme · 6 years

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Burn

This is an alternate version of a story I published sometime ago. Incomplete too, I’m freeing up my drafts and I thought it would be nice to let go of some of my longer drafts that haven’t been finished.

Synopsis: Alone in Seoul, Taehyung proves to be your solstice.

Three years had passed in the blink of an eye, and although you could never quite forget that you met Kim Taehyung, and sort of knew him...you also felt that you lost some sense of who he was like considering you met him so long ago. That, and he met thousands of people everyday. You were probably lucky to be a flash in his mind. He hadn’t been back to visit since the concert, and you weren’t surprised considering how well known his band had become.

You were now 20, and getting ready to move to Seoul for your first job ever. You had followed your passion for art and landed a place at a prestigious art school. You were also finally leaving the small village that you had grown up in your entire life, which was going to be a huge change for you to get use to. So many things had happened in the three years that you lived in that village. You had experienced your first everything. Your first group of real friends, your first betrayal, your first kiss, your first car and your first taste of what life had to offer.

Life was waiting outside of that village, and you couldn’t wait.

“Do you have the number that the grandmother gave you!” Your mother had yelled over the phone. You were doing the last of your packing when you turned around.

“I kept it, but do you think it’s still appropriate if I call the number up? It’s been a while since she gave me it.” You said, the grandmother had moved away a year ago to be closer to her family in the city, since she was getting older. She had heard about your move to Seoul before she left from your mother, and had said if you ever had any trouble then you should just call the number. She didn’t say much, apart from some nice people would definitely help you.

“Only call if if there’s an emergency! Seoul’s a big city though, you’re not going to have problems like we do here.” She said. You nodded, and hoped that you wouldn’t have to call any strange number. You were all sorted to live with a roommate in Hongdae, close to the art school. You really didn’t have much to worry about, apart from understanding the metro system.

“If you need any extra money, remember to call me. Also, lock the doors. Make sure you get a full 8 hours of sleep, wear your beauty masks to bed-” You cut your mother off, she had given this lecture seven times.

“I know mother, and don’t forget to moisturise your knee caps!” You both laughed, an inside joke that you both had shared about dry knee caps. You knew you would miss your mother the most, since she had been the one to stay up with you all night whilst you cried thinking your fine art wasn’t good enough. This move was all her hard work and yours put together, since you were worried all this focus on art could possibly never pay off.

That night, you had said a temporary goodbye to your mother and friends (Hay-Jeon was the most emotional), and set yourself on an overnight train that would go straight into your new life in Seoul. You were determined to make yourself, and your mother proud. You wanted your art to be seen on billboards, and you wouldn’t stop until you had made your dream come true.

New life.

More like con artist life.

Your so called ‘room mate’ had decided to text you last minute, to tell you they were gong to move back in with their ex boyfriend and leave the flat that had half the rent due from her side. You were currently unemployed, though you planned on finding work after you had settled in. You had made it inside your flat which was a small, modest property. You were starting to freak out after a while. You were already overwhelmed from the city, that even this small place of refuge was suffocating you as you realised you only had enough money to cover your bailed roomates side of the rent. That money would have gone to your food and living costs, since someone else would have been paying their side of the rent.

If you didn’t pay the rest of the rent in a week, you would literally be left homeless on the streets. You paced around the flat in worry.

“What do I do, what do I do?” You said to yourself. There was no one you could go to. You didn’t want to give your mother a heart attack already, and quite certainly weren’t about to call your friends from back home who would just tell you to come home. Hay-Jeon was a huge believer that you should just stay in the village, she loved it there whilst you wanted to explore the world. You couldn’t call her, not yet.

Your mind flashed to the number that you had taken a picture of with your phone. The number that the grandmother gave you. You had hoped you wouldn’t call this number so early on in your time in Seoul, or that you would even need to call the number, especially since you didn’t know who it was. You took another hour debating whether or not to call the number, but you sucked up your pride. You were going to be responsible, you were going to fix what had just happened and carry on with your new life so you could go home and make your mother proud.

Hesitating, you dialled the number and paused with a whole load of hope someone would pick up.

“Hello? Who is this?” His voice had gotten so much deeper, like fine wine.

The grandmother had given you her grandson- the now idol- Kim Taehyung’s number to call if you needed help in Seoul! Was she feeling okay? He was in and out of the country most of the time, how could he possibly help, or even want to help you?

“I’m sorry, I think I was given the wrong number!” You said, trying to cover yourself. You were so embarrassed, maybe the grandmother did give you the wrong number.

“Wait, you sound very familiar.” He said, keeping you from pressing the end button. Four years couldn’t change the erratic heart thumping that had happened only when you heard his voice. No one had come close to ever making your heart beat so fast, and you tried to shun the thought out of your mind everytime someone liked you.

“Hello?” He repeated, alerted by your absence.

“Yes...I’m Y/N. Your grandmother gave me this number to call in case I had a problem.” You said, feeling conscious.

“Oh, I remember her telling me. You got accepted into art school in Hongdae, right? That’s amazing! She showed me some of your drawings when she came to visit, they’re really cool. I have the one of me hanged up in my room.” He said casually.

You felt your cheeks nearly burst from the blood over flow in them.

“W-she, how did you see them?” You asked.

“Ah, she took some pictures that your mother showed her and showed me when I visited her last christmas at my parents house. I really liked the other one you drew of me. I showed my bandmates, they’re all jealous.” Yes, you were pathetic enough to draw his beautiful face again even after the concert where you were convinced he was just being a nice person inviting you to see him perform.

“Really? Y-you saw more of them?”

Three years on and with anyone else you came across as a fine young woman, but with this person you just had to be a complete child.

The drawing you had done of him was the one that got you accepted into art school, and you never really told anyone that was your winning submission.

“Yes! Are you embarrassed? You really shouldn’t be, you’re going to be a famous artist one day, i’m jealous. I wish I could draw like you.” He laughed, sending chills down your spine.

“Yes, no, I mean I don’t know what to say! Thank you, it means a lot to me.” You admitted, you didn’t know how to react when it came to him.

“It must do, we’re both artists. I know how it feels to finally gain some recognition for the hard work you put into an idea.” He said, hitting every string in your heart.

“Like a huge weight is lifted from your shoulder...but it’s not enough. You want more, you know?” You said instinctively.

“It’ll never be enough for people like us.” Taehuyng said to you.

“But anyways, since you’ve called me...It’s not good right? Did something bad happen?” He asked, and you were taken back to the reason you called in the first place.

Sighing, you opened up about everything. You told him about the room-mate you were supposed to trust, who ended up running away and not paying her side of the rent which was due in a week and how you had no money to cover both her rent and stuff you needed to live at the same time.

“Ah, I see. It’s actually common, people take good people like you for granted.” Taehyung said.

“I know you must be so busy, but is there anything you think would help me? I really just need a job.” You said, hoping to work for her side of the rent to cover the costs.

“You could work, but you won’t be able to focus on art school if you work for so long just to cover her side of the rent. You need to find another room mate first, but you need somewhere to stay first.” He said.

“Do you know anyone that would take me in? I wouldn’t be a bother.” You said, hoping there was some place that would kindly take you in until you could find another room mate and some work.

“Yeah, I do. I’ll have our driver pick you up and to our dorms. You can work for our stylists in the meantime.”

“What, this is a lot for you! You don’t even know what type of person I am, I could be the most messiest person ever.” You said, blurting out the most stupid things.

“Sure, my grandmother told me how messy you are. She told me how you don’t help re-arrange her furniture and help clean her kitchen on your own will. She told me how you’re the most lazy girl she’s ever met.” He said laughing, knowing exactly well that you were the opposite of everything he just said. The grandmother had really kept him informed about you. Smart woman.

Your mind flashed back to the concert, and the kiss he shared with the pretty girl. You didn’t want to interrupt anything, especially considering how...attached they were.

“Will I be interrupting anything, I’m a girl and...do you have anyone that would mind?” You asked, hoping he’d get the hint. You didn’t want to stay with him only to be sneered at by a girlfriend.

“No...should there be?” He didn’t understand, and you realised how awkward it would become if you just blurted out if he had a girl friend.

“Great, thank you so much.” You said sincerely. Taehyung said it was no problem, a smile sent through his voice on the phone. After hanging up, you took a deep breath. What do I do, what do I do? Your mind filled with a thousand thoughts, realising how even after three whole years your crush on Taehyung had never quite gone away. You wondered if it would still be as obvious as Hay-Jeon had pointed out after the concert incident.

You had changed a lot in these three years, but it was like you reverted back to being an infatuated girl hearing Taehyung’s voice.

You slapped your cheek. Get a grip Y/N. You can’t like him, he’s just doing something nice for you. Don’t like him. You told yourself.

Later that evening, you had arrived at Taehyung’s after he sent for you. The ‘dorm’ he was living in was a fancy apartment complex, and you were buzzed through quickly.

“Y/N!” Taehyung’s happy smile was one thing that always made your lips curve up. He looked genuinely happy to see you, putting your body at ease.

You greeted him back, and thanked him for letting you stay with him again. Taehyung rolled his eyes, and put his arm around you, friendly.

You tightened your fists, hoping your heart would slow the hell down. Taehyung was easy to talk to, he asked you about your life and what had gone on throughout the three years. He congratulated you on making it to art school, and said he was excited to see the work you were producing. You talked to him about everything he was doing, and you hoped the fan inside wasn’t making an appearance, but you couldn’t help it. Your probably couldn’t help the way your face brightened up next to him. You had to remind yourself that you were just here because Taehyung was a nice person, nothing more.

“Hello, who are you?” Kim Seojkin was sitting on a stool in their kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal whilst he asked who you were casually.

“This is the genius I told you about who drew me, her name’s Y/N.” Taehyung said, your heart beating faster knowing he talked about you.

You were so screwed, head over heels and he was oblivious.

Even Seokjin noticed. He smiled cheekily, glancing at you.

“Ah, the famous Y/N. Do you know every time someone goes into his room, he shows the portrait you drew of him?” Jin’s voice was cut shot by Taehyung slapping his shoulder.

“Yah, you’re just jealous.” Taehyung said.

After their little banter, Taehyung proceeded to take you to where you would be staying. He realised you were tired, and told you to relax and asked if you needed anything after you sat down on the spacious bed.

“You’ve done too much already, thank you.” You said, turning to him before he left the room.

Taehyung must have sensed the slight shake in your voice, coming back and sitting on the edge of your bed.

“I know how it feels, coming to a new place from where you were. It’s overwhelming, but you get use to it. You even like it, Seoul’s different. You meet so many people, and some people aren’t so nice, but a lot of people are. Plus, cities need people like us. I know you’re feeling down because of what happened with your roommate situation, but you’ll be okay.” He said, re-assuringly sensing your initial discomfort.

“I just want to make my mother proud, she’s so hopeful I do something with my art here.” You admitted.

“It, feels like you’re under a lot of pressure now, right?” Taehyung asked, like he knew the feeling too.

You nodded. “I don’t know why I feel like this.” You said.

“It’s because we want to make something of ourselves here...it never stops. This feeling. It’s because we know what the alternative could have been.” He said insightfully, hitting every thought you were having.

“I loved the art shop I worked at, but there was no future there.”

“I love strawberries, but not when I would have to pick them.” He said, explaining his situation perfectly.

“You’ll be fine, Y/N. I’m here for you.” He said, pushing your feelings everywhere. You smiled at him, but inside your heart was pulling strings and beating frantically. He had said goodnight and left you to sleep, but your mind had just turned itself alive with thoughts of Taehyung.

You took a deep breath, this was just the beginning.

A month had passed since you had rocked up to Taehyung’s place, shared with 6 other men.

If someone told you this little detail three years ago, you would have passed out out of disbelief.

Yet, here who were, sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen of 7 internationally renowned artists, trying to cover your ears as another small brawl had started on who could have the last box of lucky charm cereal.

“Y/N? Can we have a opinion?” Jimin had nudged you, stopping you from eating your crunchy nut cereal mid way.

“Both of you said you were dieting.” You said, looking at Jin and Jungkook who were fighting over cereal. Yep, a month in and you had managed to become the self that you were always were in front of people you would have otherwise, worried about looking like an idiot in front of.

They paused for a moment, considering your valid point before ignoring it all together and continuing their petty fighting. Taehyung had just come out of the shower, taking the box of cereal from the middle of a heated debate and pouring the last of it into a bowl.

You smirked, well that ended that little fight. Taehyung had a habit of getting too used to your presence, he walked out of the shower with a towel covering his lower half and droplets of water still sliding of his tanned skin.

You were clearly one of the guys in his eyes, despite your feminine appearance.

“Don’t you guys have a schedule today?” You asked, clearing the last of cereal from your bowl and ignoring his lack of clothing.

“Nope, rare day, right?” Hoseok said.

“I’m going to sleep, because I haven’t slept a full night since last month.” Yoongi said.

“How’s your mixtape coming?” You asked, and Yoongi replied that it was going well. You smiled, telling him not to work himself too hard.

At that moment, Taehyung had planted himself down on the stool in between Yoongi and you, breaking up your conversation.

“Don’t you own a shirt?” You asked, this heart-beating thing was getting old, and it refused to stop whenever he looked your way.

“It’s my day off, I can do what I want.” He said, putting a mouthful of cereal in his mouth.

All the other members snorted seeing your interaction. You ignored them, looking at the time.

“I have class in half an hour. I’ll see you guys tonight. Let me know what we’re doing.” You said grabbing the canvas you were working on.

“Can’t you skip? I wanted to hang out today.” Taehyung said, pouting.

“I have a fine art lecture on Khalo, there’s no way I’m missing this.” You said, grabbing your back pack. Your heart needed a break from Kim Taehyung too.

Your fine art course was where you got a little peace from your heart, which was acting like it was this repressed creature everytime Taehyung smiled at you. It was like the vessel was telling you to hug him, touch him, kiss him, smile like an idiot back at him. You were also able to focus, when it came to college.You remembered why you were here, and why a month had passed and no alternative roomate had turned up for the flat you had rented. Taehyung and his friends were kind, letting you stay for free like that. They had also hooked you up to a job with the makeup team at BigHit, which meant you had a job to support yourself too.

You said your byes to everyone, and set out to catch the nearest metro to college.

“Wanna come to my exhibition this evening? I managed to score a room at the national art centre downtown.” Your art school friend, Leo had whispered in your ear as soon as you sat down next to him.

The art centre was notoriously difficult to book a room for, and it was usually reserved for actual artists. Not fine art under-grads.

“Yes! How did you even manage to get a room there?” You asked.

“I asked the owner’s daughter out on a date.” He shrugged.

“You know the owner? How?” You asked, intrigued.

“I looked him up, saw he had family on facebook. Found his daughter, flirted with her. Easy as pie.” Leo said as if he didn’t spend hours trying to search for personal information. You were jealous, Leo was everything that you weren’t like that. He was an artist too, but he was willing to go to the extremes for his art to be seen. His image also helped him, he looked like a young Orlando Bloom.

Meanwhile, you had spent 1000s of applications trying to get retailers to take in one of your pieces.

“I’ll see you there”. He winked, before the lecture lights dimmed and learning began.

That afternoon, you had come back to dorms and changed into slightly more exhibition ready clothes. These were also known as your dress to impress range. The exhibition would have great networking opportunities. You also really wanted to have an exhibition like Leo, someday so the thought of being able to get some really important numbers was motivating you.

“Wah, you look like one of those girls...” Jimin said, glancing at you whilst he grabbed some juice from the fridge as soon as you had come into the breakfast bar to grab some water.

“One of those girls?” You asked, confused on what girl you were. You looked down consciously at your leather jacket and red dress.

“Femme fatale.” He said expressively.

Before you could reply, Taehyung had strolled in from the communal recording studio and stopped seeing you.

He took a glance, and for the first time ever you saw him look...upset?

“You wanted to watch a movie today?” He said, in a low voice. You almost wanted to say he sounded hurt.

“There’s an art exhibition that my friend invited me to, it’s a really good chance for me to promote my art.” You said, excited.

Taehyung’s face immediently changed.

“That’s great, this is what you’ve been waiting for.” He said, a whole smile on his face.

“I know, I’m hoping I finally land a buyer.” You said, eyes hopeful.

Taehyung smiled. “They’d be crazy not to buy your art.”

You thought back to how much of a struggle it had been to get people to look at your work. Taehyung always knew the right things to say to you.

“Thanks, Tae. Have a good night.” You said, leaving to go downtown to the exhibition.

The exhibition was full of faces that you were sure had made it on the covers of Vogue, which intimidated you. You were surprised by how many people Leo knew, because the place was packed.

“Congratulations Leo, I think you’re about to make it.” You said, once you had managed to catch up with your friend. He was completely wasted, probably from the realisation so many wealthy people had turned up to check out his art.

“Thank you my lady! 14 years of hard, gruelling work and now my fruits are bearing. Have I introduced you to some people?” He said, voice slurring.

#bts #bts reactions #taehyung #taehyung fic #bts scenarios #bangtan

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Hiiiiii so in your answer to the anon about the marold harold fic you said you could talk about our process a lot. So. I would like you to do that. POV SWITCH our writing process. I’m really curious because you obviously know me and my writing best. And you’re excellent at putting things like that into words I can understand. (Me: Words! On! A! Screen! Happy! Letters! Typing! You: I really love this symbolism.) Also I thought this would be distracting if you needed it because work is lame! 💙💚

Hiiiiiii 💙💚

Okay, So…… (OMG THIS IS SO LONG. SORRY!!!)

I think our process normally starts with you going like I think I might have an idea for a fic. And I’m like

TELL ME MORE.

And then you tell me the vague idea and I’m either like YES YES YES GO START NOW or else I’m like hmmmmm WHAT ABOUT….. and offer small changes or additions or flag what might be a problem off the bat OR OH OH OH YES AND ALSO… and then I go off a tangent about what could happen and what I’d like to see. These convos are normally a lot of all caps screaming from my point.

Recently, you’ve been sending me an outline if you’re doing one, otherwise you’re off to the races. I really do not understand how you write so quickly, but that is something I will probably never learn how to do so it’s FINE. And I’m not at all jealous. So then a few hours later you’re like I HAVE 6k! and i’m like…. I’m still drinking my morning coffee.

BUT THEN THE BEST THING HAPPENS AND YOU SHARE YOUR GOOGLE DOC WITH ME!

And recently I haven’t really started to beta at that point. I basically read through it and curse the emoji gods that there are no cheerleader emojis and comment in the doc/yell at you on whatsapp everything I love about it. Or, if there’s too much that I love, then I’m just like IT’S ALL AMAZING KEEP GOING.

Basically, I am doing everything at this point to keep you writing because I want to keep reading and also I don’t want to interrupt you in any way that might make you stall and doubt yourself. This includes me ignoring somethings that don’t fully make sense or that I want mooooooore feeeeeeelings about or things needing to be reworded or less confusing or less boring or WHATEVER. I am ignoring all the things that need to be fixed and just focusing on a the good.

So while this is happening…

We generally talk a lot on WhatApp about what’s going to happen next and talk through plot points and gasp when a new idea hits. This bit in particular is very exciting because I know how much everyone loves your fics and it’s like getting a sneak peek both at the work and how your brain works and knowing that everyone is going to love it when you finally post it is a really fun feeling. I also really really like figuring out bigger picture stuff with you? Like how point A at the beginning can connect to point B later. Or, talking through how things work when you’re just a human, living. Like, if Harry is sad at some point, then seeing if it can be slightly more complicated and nuanced. Like, he might be sad, but he might also be confused and angry and a little bit hungry and all of that should be fleshed out a bit. Basically figuring out all the structural stuff.

I think we bounce a lot of ‘oooooh what if…’ type sentences and talk about how that impacts things and what all that would change and you’re always so open-minded and ready to discuss any possibility and that’s super cool. GOSH WE TALK SO MUCH. I LOVE YOU. This is also when IRL stuff sometimes sneaks in. Liiiiiiike if you’re, ahem, writing a fic about getting off on the subway and I’m like OMG THIS IS THE WORST AND I WOULD HATE HATE HATE IF I SAW THIS IN REAL LIFE AND OMG UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NOOOOO I’M NOT SURE I CAN BETA THIS FOR YOU and then there’s a discussion about how they could do it so that it was a little more private and they’re aware of that fact and they’re trying to have a fantasy moment while also realizing that they’re in a real situation. AND THEN IT’S SO MUCH MORE INTERESTING AND YES I WANT TO BETA THAT SO MUCH.

Then, eventually, you/we hit a point where you/we feel fully confident that the fic will at some point be finished (or, sometimes, that you’ve hit a major major wall and I should read closer to figure out what’s wrong) and that I should start to actually beta.

THIS PART IS ALSO SO FUN FOR ME!

Because this is when I get to go in and yes, check things like spelling and punctuation, but also take a closer look at how everything fits together? Like, it’s one thing for us to talk about Vampire!Harry falling off his bike and down a mountainside and getting hurt and that might be all good and fine in concept, but then when I read what is actually there, like, I can question things like, “yeah, i’m…. is he dying from a broken arm?” BECAUSE HE’S A HUNDREDS-YEAR OLD VAMPIRE WHO CAN SELF HEAL or if things are written maybe a little to quickly and summarize-y I can be like ‘WAIT. I don’t understand how they got from a to b without anyone talking about x’ OR WHATEVER THE PROBLEM IS.

Like, just helping to ensure that what we talked about and what you want to happen is all clear and makes sense and the reader won’t be pulled out of the story for any reason.

You’re also very wordy so this is where I can be like, OH, These first 20 pages could probably be condensed into 3 if you structure it a little differently OR your story actually starts on page 9 so you can cut the first 8 pages probably OR you’re taking three whole paragraph to say that he made bread when that can be a single sentence.

THIS BIT IS HARD sometimes because generally I think you just have a lot more details in your fics than I do? Like, in my own writing I’ll be like, “Harry left the house.” and you’re like, “Harry pulled on his purple supras, grabbed the keys from the hook next to the door, double checked the door was locked, winked at Louis through the window, and walked out to lime green Camero parked on the corner.” NEITHER ONE IS WRONG, so it’s a lot of judgement calls. Sometimes I let it go because all that detail is important about learning who Harry is or helps with pacing or whatever but sometimes I’m like, ‘I’m not sure this is important. Can we talk about this? We already know he wears purple supras because of x and maybe you can cut this bit.’ Like, I think one of the hardest things about being a beta is knowing that everyone has their own writing style and working to support their style and not just being like I WOULD DO IT THIS WAY.

Sometimes you just accept all my changes and sometimes you’re like WAIT I want this because.... and then we talk more! At the end of the day these are YOUR fics with YOUR name attached and what you feel about things should have more weight and should be the final decision, obviously, but I love love love helping make your fics as great as possible and I’m always so fucking proud when you get the reception you deserve.

OMG TALK ABOUT BEING WORDY I SWEAR I’M WRAPPING THIS UP.

This is all super general too! Like every fic is different and something like a 100k+ word Marold Harold is going to take a few rounds of betaing because from your first to second drafts there are so many changes and I really want to get it right. And it feels so important. But something like a quick 3k small penis fic that is less complicated I might just do some cheerleading and make sure your periods are in the right places and give my seal of approval because there’s just less to piece together and the emotions and plot and everything are a lot simpler.

SO if anyone wants specifics about specific fics I’m happy to do that too but OMG I’ve got to post this before I keep writing for hours and hours instead of my writing my big bang fic.

#fullonlarriemainblog #nic answers stuff #that beta life #I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THIS WHAT YOU WANTED #but here you go

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