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twitterpated-passion · 1 year

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Save a Horse | Monster Boyfriend

You took a deep breath, looking at the old townhouse that loomed over you.

The baby blue paint was peeling and the porch looked like it hadn't been used for years, but you knew otherwise. Glancing over at the pair of rocking chairs on the left corner of the porch, you let the breath you just pulled in leave you, tears pricking at your eyes.

It was your grandparents' old house. It sat right on the edge of a small town, right beside a farm and as old as it looked on the outside, you knew they took more than perfect care of it on the inside. You always wondered how it'd look with a fresh coat of paint...guess you can figure it out now that they've left it to you.

Turning your head to look at your car, then to the trailer you rented to bring over the larger stuff and boxes your car couldn't fit, you looked back to house and pulled the house key out of your pocket. You had a long day ahead of you, and it was already noon, so if you wanted to get the trailer back to the moving place you rented it from, you were going to have to get a move on.

You unlocked the door and swung the door open, hearing the familiar loud creak of it as it did.

But right as you were about to turn around, you heard someone pull into your new driveway, forcing you to turn around quickly just to be met with an older truck, a country-rock mix pouring out of the open windows. You squinted your eyes, trying to see who's in the truck before it shuts off and the door opened.

A wolf with dark brown fur stepped out of the truck, donning a light green flannel and a pair of faded jeans with the cliché cowboy boots pulling the look together. He tilted his head at you, smiling over as he finally talked, "Well I'll be damned, it's true."

"What?" You couldn't help but ask, quickly adding onto it by asking him something else, "Who are you?"

His smile falters and you took a step closer to him. There was something familiar about him, you could admit, but you've practically seen everyone in town because of your summers with your grandparents. "I know it's been a few years, but ya can't say ya don't remember me."

The southern drawl made you feel a little more at home, but you only shook your head with a sorry shrug. Walking over to him, you catch a glimpse of his eyes, a warm golden brown, mixing with his fur well.

You squinted again, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you dragged your eyes up and down his form. Then it hit you, the only dark brown wolf you could know in this town.

"Shit- Jayce?" You met his eyes again and he grinned down at you, flashing his canines before he nudged your arm with a loose fist, letting you catch a glimpse of his tail swaying happily.

"There ya go, told ya you couldn't say it."

"Yea well, it's not like you haven't changed," you joked, nudging his arm back. "You used to be my height the last time I saw you. Now you're a giant. How tall are you now? Seven foot? Seven and a half?"

"Eight foot, Bugs." You couldn't help but smile as you rolled your eyes, pushing his arm firmly at the name.

"I told you not to call me that."

"And you continued to call me Bub, so I can call you Bugs." There was a beat of silence before the two of you started to chuckle, his large hands swooping you up to hug you. You grabbed onto his flannel, letting out a noise when he squeezed you. "'M sorry to hear bout what happened with your gram and gramps. They were lovely folks."

"I know," you said, glancing up at him. "...Just their time. 'S that why you're here?"

"Nah," he started, shaking his head. "Heard you were back in town. Wanted to see for myself. Help you with unpacking if you were."

"Well, I'm here. And...I could honestly do with a little help, at least with bringing in everything. I have to bring back the trailer by the time the moving place closes or else I'm paying again." He pulled away from you and nodded.

"Right, well, you're lucky I'm here then."

"Am I?" He nodded again, looking smug as he watched you move over to the trailer and open the two doors, showing him what all you have whenever you stepped away.

"Now, that ain't too much. I could do all that myself. But I'm shocked you didn't bring anything else."

"It's an hour trip from the city both ways. I didn't wanna bring much. Besides...all I really needed was a mattress replacement for the master bedroom. All the other furniture is fine." He cocked his head to the side again before glancing back at the stuff.

"Ya didn't have much, didcha?" You tensed, smile faltering before you shook your head, hearing a small chuckle leave him. "Had a feelin', you've said somethin' about hating the furniture."

"You remember that?"

"'Course I do," he said. "I hated it too."

Rolling your eyes again, you reached in to grab a box, dragging it to the edge before yanking it out and into your arms. "And I don't hate all of the furniture...just most of it."

Jayce chuckled again before shaking his head and motioning towards the front door as he started walking over to the trailer. You moved out of the way, walking over towards the porch as you stepped up the stairs and walked into the house.

It was just like you remembered it, just dustier. Which made sense, it's been almost a year since your grandparents passed. The deed just took forever to finalize. Setting the box in the little space beside the steps, you turned to go out and grab another, only to move out the way when Jayce came in with two boxes, his body dipping down as he went through the doorway. "I remember that doorway bein' a lot taller."

"It's been five years, Jayce. You've been through some pretty intense growth spurts." He set the boxes beside the one your brought in and rolled his shoulders. "What're you doing now a' days though? I remember you helping your dad out around here, but...time changes things."

"I'm a farm hand now," he said, head turning towards one of the windows, his hand lifting to point over towards the field that neighbored your house. "I have a little deal with the owner, they're gettin' older and they can't handle the farm too much anymore. In ten years time, the farm should be mine."

You did the quick math in your head, remembering that he was three years older than you. "At thirty-five you'll need a farm hand then."

He shrugged, meeting your eyes again as his smile grew. "I'll figure it out then. I still have time."

You nodded and the two of you walked out together, you leading him back to the trailer. "How about you? Heard ya got your degree early."

"From who?" You glanced over at him after you grabbed another box. "My grandparents moved out of this place right months before they...well you know what I'm aiming at."

"Your parents keep in touch with me, Bugs." He nudged you gently. "Wish you would've."

Your expression fell and guilt started to bubble inside of your chest. You averted your gaze. "We didn't talk outside of those summers, Jayce, I assumed you wouldn't want to."

You heard him scoff, his finger tapping your cheek to get your eyes back on him. "I wanted to talk to you whenever I could. Still do."

Something inside of you fluttered and you resisted the urge to lean into the touch, even if it was just his finger. "Well...I'm back, so, we don't have to worry about staying in touch anymore. Five years is a lot to tackle though, think you got the time, Mr. Farm hand?"

"I got all the time in the world for you, Bugs. Promise." You smiled widely at that, shaking your head as he moved his hand to grab at one of your bedside tables that you really didn't want to give up whenever you moved from your studio apartment. "You have any work lined up, or...?"

"Gonna send an anthology to my editor then design the cover and all that fun shit." He chuckled at the dramatic sigh you let out before you started to walk back to the house, hearing his footsteps behind you after a moment.

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With a heavy sigh, you placed your hands on your hips, looking at all you unpacked and organized after getting the trailer back to the place you rented it from. It wasn’t much, and there were quite a few boxes still surrounding you, but you got your desk set up and ready for you to start working again and your mattress was on the bed frame and covered in your numerous blankets and unnecessary amount of throw pillows, so you considered it a good day's work, even if you still needed to get your clothes in the closet.

You pushed that thought to the back of your mind however, your lack of eating catching up to you when you hear something along the lines of a roar leave your stomach. It forced you to make a quick decision to either go to the store or go to a restaurant. You chose the restaurant.

When you got in your car and pulled out onto the road, you started to drive into town, seeing the houses and stores that lived here for the third time today, though a smile still made its way on your face at the fact that nothing changed since you left. Your smile got even wider when you got to the place you were looking forward to the first drive there.

You pulled into the parking lot, parking in the first spot you saw before noticing that the old neon lights still barely worked, shining just enough for someone to notice the difference than when it's off. Stepping out and locking your car, you made your way inside to the dive bar - diner mix.

Classic rock music filled your ears and you breathed in the smell of cheap beer and nostalgia. The corners of your mouth lifted a bit more when you walked further into the place.

You froze when you heard someone calling your name suddenly, turning your head before you broke out into a grin, your feet practically running to the bar as you almost threw yourself over it to hug the older man behind it. “Marky! Gods- I’ve missed you!”

He chuckled, wrapping a thick arm around you before patting you on the back once and letting you let go. “I missed ya too. How long has it been since ya left?”

“Too long,” you answered, voice soft, yet fortunately loud enough to be heard over the music and talking. You looked at the Half Orc, noticing that one of his tusks were gone, your brows furrowing at the sight. “Your tusk-”

“Was wondering when you’d notice it. Lost it trying to break up a fight,” Marcus answered. “No big deal.”

“You lost a damn tooth, Marky! No big deal my ass,�� you scolded him, nudging him back with a laugh. He grinned back at you before he nudged you back.

“It’s good to have you back, city slicker.” You rolled your eyes at the name, shaking your head but still keeping your smile on your face.

“Good to be back…” You hopped up on the empty stool in front of you as Marcus tapped a finger against the wooden counter.

“Y’know somethin’? I didn’t even know you were comin’ back until Jayce came in one night as happy as can be, sayin’ your parents told him that you got Konnie and Martin’s house in the will, Gods rest their souls.” You nodded along, your attention being thrown away from Marcus when you heard the loud thump of a glass right beside you, then your eyes saw Jayce. Speak of the devil.

“It ain’t good talking about a person behind their back, y’know, Marcus?” Marcus snorted before snatching the empty glass from Jayce, moving to get him another drink. “Don’t listen to anything he says, swear the man’s gon’ loony.”

“So you weren’t happy I was coming back?” You asked teasingly, leaning to the side to elbow his arm softly. “Gee, I would’ve thought otherwise when we saw each other earlier today.”

You pouted up at him, watching as his eyes widened a little before he glanced away and he elbowed you right back. “You know that’s not what I meant, Bugs.”

“Sure, Bub.” You took a quick glance down, feeling the wind from the sway of his tail, a smile pulling at your lips again. “Coincidence we’d run into each other on the same day.”

He chuckled, looking back at you when Marcus gave him his drink, held up a finger to you before moving to help someone across the bar. “Yea, well, we did hang in this place a lot when we were teenagers.”

“You make that sound like it was fifty years ago,” you said, huffing out a laugh. “I finally put your number on my speed dial.”

“Did you?” Jayce asked, amused by your change in conversation. “The number better be-”

“It’s five, don’t worry,” you reassured him. “Made sure it was.”

“Good.” You laughed again, not really understanding his interest in the number, but accepting it nonetheless, especially when his tail picked up as he tried to hide his smile by taking a drink. His eyes flit over to the single sheet menu before passing it over to you. “Pick something, I’ll buy.”

“You know I can’t let you do that.”

“Ya can, and ya will, Bugs, consider it a welcome back gift or somethin’ like that. Since I know you won’t accept a real one.” Your eyes narrowed at him and all he did in response is take another drink of the cheap beer in his cup.

“Never took you as a beer drinker, Jayce,” you said, knowing you won’t be able to argue your way out of getting him to pay for you. “Thought you were a whiskey on ice kinda guy.”

“Only at home,” he answered. “Can’t afford whiskey all the time. Shit’s expensive when you don’t want garbage.”

“Farm boy’s classy,” you joke, hearing him snort before Marcus came back, tossing his towel on the counter in front of you and Jayce. “Y’hear that Marky? Our Jayce is classy.”

Jayce rolled his eyes as Marcus laughed, rasping his knuckles against the counter. “He gets it from his mom.”

You watched as Jayce’s smile softened at his words, only for Marcus to continue, “He got everything else from his dad. You two are the only hardasses in town I can handle.”

“Yea, well, you and Dad were best friends in high school, you two had to handle each other,” Jayce said. Marcus nodded, motioning towards you.

“If anything, we were damage control for their pops.” You let out a scoff.

“Dad didn’t get into any trouble. He was as innocent as I am.” Both Marcus and Jayce laughed, but it wasn’t long until you joined in. “Yea, I didn’t believe that either.”

After a moment, the mood died down and Marcus slid the menu over to you. “Whadda want?”

“Every time I came here I got the same exact thing, Marky, I’m not changing up on you now.” He shrugged.

“Can’t blame a guy for thinking five years away from this place you’d get some better taste buds.” Your jaw slacked as you looked over at Jayce, then back at Marcus. Your pout was inevitable as Marcus wrote it down before patting you on the arm. “Just fuckin’ with ya, there are people who order worse. Like a certain someone.”

His eyes flashed to Jayce before he moved to the kitchen and hung up the order, calling it out as he did. “How many beers have you had tonight?”

Jayce’s eyes met yours again and you smiled softly at the way the dim light brought out the brown. “This is my second one, promise.”

“How many do you usually order?”

“Three? I usually make my own meals, but old habits die hard, ya know?” You nodded, knowing full well that you did know. “‘M sorry I got upset atcha for not keeping in contact earlier today.”

“Upset? Dude, I deserved way worse than you just saying you wished I was in contact and your puppy dog eyes.” You rested your head on your hand, shrugging with a single shoulder. “You had every right to be upset.”

He didn’t look like he believed you, but he didn’t have to, and you both knew it.

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Wiping at your forehead, you take a step back before admiring the new living room, even if it needed a couple new couches before the entire look was complete. You got your tv hung up, the new shelves built and put with the older ones, your internet was finally up and running which meant that you were finally able to start working, which sounded like a cushy break compared to unpacking.

You felt a buzz in your pocket, reaching back to pull out your phone and check it, seeing that the notification was from Jayce, but a photo was attached. You opened up the chat you shared with him and hit the photo, seeing that it was of the two of you when you were teenagers. It was the end of the first summer you spent with him and by the looks of the photos, you could guess that the both of you were on the verge of crying.

You smiled at it before getting out and typing out ‘Gods we were babies’. It wasn’t long before you got a response from him.

‘Eh, I say we handled it like we were emotional teenagers.’ With a snort you shook your head, moving to lean on the doorframe.

‘You were seventeen, Jayce, you were a year from being an adult.’ That one doesn’t get an answer however, it gets him to call you. You respond to it after the first ring. “‘Ello.”

“Seventeen or not, I was an emotional teen.” You let out a cackle, hearing the grumble in his voice. “You weren’t any better when you left for the last time.”

“That’s because I knew I wasn’t going to have any time to come back, Bub,” you said, your voice getting softer. “You can’t tell me you weren’t in tears either. Twenty years old or not.”

“If you ask the right people, mainly my dad, they’ll tell you that I locked myself in my apartment for around a week before I could handle it.” You could hear a small sniffle on the other end of the phone before he cleared his throat. “That sounds dramatic when I say it outloud.”

“No no,” you started, “I was the same way. I think it hit me harder because I knew it was going to be my fault we wouldn’t see each other.”

“It wasn’t-”

“But it felt like it was…I went off to college…then I went abroad and I couldn’t even send a goddamn text…” You slid down against the doorframe until you met the floor, a sigh pulling itself from your lips. “Felt like I left you behind.”

“Ya didn’t,” he reassured you. “I would’ve rather you get a degree than waste your time here. Now that you have a degree though…you can waste your entire life here if ya want.”

You smiled again. “...Well…I do have a house now…and I don’t have many ties to the city…I don’t think wasting my life here would be so bad.”

“That’s the spirit, Bugs…” There was a beat of silence. Then Jayce broke it, “...Would ya mind if I came over? Work at the farm is done and I guess I just want to visit.”

“...Yea, yea, come on over, you know I won’t deny that.” You heard him sigh before his truck turned on in the background. “...I’ll see you in a moment?”

“Mhm,” he hummed. “See you in a moment, Bugs.”

With that, you ended the call, knowing he won’t take any offense at the action. You felt nervous knowing that he was coming over, though you just chalked it up to the fact that you were coming down from admitting that you thought it was your fault that you didn’t come back until two weeks ago. You still believed it, but you were willing to put it aside because Jayce didn’t.

He got there a couple minutes after the call ended, and you were still sitting in the doorway of the living room, head turned to look at the front door as he knocked as he walked in, eyes falling to your form on the floor, head tilting curiously. “What’re ya doing on the floor, Bugs?”

“...Just sitting?” You said, glancing down at yourself before looking back up at him, your hand finding the hardwood as you pat the space next to you. “Sit on the floor, Bub.”

He smiled and breathed out a laugh, kicking his dirty boots off by the door before you noticed his hat when he took it off and set it off to the side on the table next to the door. “You have a hat.”

“It gets hot outside,” he said, turning back to you as he walked, moving to sit beside you, forearms uncovered by his flannel as he held them out. “And…well, fur.”

You rested a hand on one of his arms, watching as his eyes darted from you to his arm, your fingers running through the thick, brown fur, ears lifting when you talk, “Being a big puppy dog takes sacrifices, y’know.”

He rolled his eyes, scoffing slightly before allowing it to turn into a chuckle. “Is that all I am to you? A ‘big puppy dog’?”

“What if it is?” You asked, eyes meeting his. “Can’t call you a teddy bear, Jayce.”

Jayce smiled down at you before shaking his head, the thumping of his tail making his happiness obvious. “I suppose not, Bugs.”

You were about to let silence blanket the two of you before he spoke again, “About what we talked about on the phone…do ya really think goin’ off to college made not coming back your fault?”

Your expression fell and without having to nod, his large hands tugged you into his arms. Damn him and his stupid face reading skills. Your hands placed themselves on his chest and you moved your head to look back at his face. “Can you blame me?”

“Yes,” he answered. “It ain’t your fault. Phone works both ways.”

“You’re not gonna start blaming yourself, Jayce,” you said, almost scolding him for what he was implying. “‘M not gonna allow that.”

He tilted his head again and you started to feel a steady beat against your right hand, your fingers digging a little into his flannel. You felt tension wrap around your throat, practically suffocating you as your grip on his shirt got tighter and you forced out a quick, “...Please don’t hate me…”

Earning a confused expression from him, your eyes fluttered shut as you placed your lips on the front of his maw, hearing him pull in a breath before his tail thumped harshly against the floor. You pulled away less than a second later and you felt his hands dig into your shirt this time, his tail not stopping, even when he glanced back at it with an embarrassed look, turning back to you after a moment. “...Now where did that come from?”

“...Remember five years ago?...I said I wanted to give you something but I never did?” He nodded and you only gave him a look for it to click.

“That wasn’t-”

“It was,” you confirmed, cutting him off. “...School and work really makes you busy…”

His ears flatten on his head and he pressed the end of his snout against your cheek. “...’Fraid I can’t say the same, Bugs…”

You knew there was no way, but a pang of jealousy ran through you, wondering who did it instead?...Maybe it was even before you were eighteen. He was twenty when you left…

With a small nod, you attempted to move from his grasp, but he only pulled you closer. “Where’re you goin’? Can’t try to escape when you do something like that.”

“...So I didn’t just fuck our entire friendship up?” Jayce smiled at that before he moved his hands from your back to your arms, rubbing them gently.

“Look, I may not have saved myself or anything like that for ya, but when you left I was in tears for a reason, Bugs.” He gave you another ‘kiss’ on the side of your face. “I just hope ya didn’t think you needed to do that.”

“I didn’t,” you uttered, gaining a softer smile from him in response. “...Part of the reason why I felt so bad about leaving.”

“Well…you’re here now aren't cha?” You nodded. “Past doesn’t matter then. As long as you’re here, and you’re here to stay, I could care less about you leavin’ the first time.”

“You sure?” He nodded that time, smiling down at you.

“Mhm,” Jayce started, readjusting you so you weren’t in an uncomfortable position on the floor before he moved a hand to tug his phone from his pants pocket, “and it’s almost time for supper, think I could take you out?...Somewhere other than Marcus’ bar maybe?"

“…Give me ten minutes to get changed and ready and I’ll say yes.” He grinned at you, letting your arm go as you stood up and raced to the stairwell, hearing him laugh as you pulled in a breath, cheeks flushed, but you were so ready for what the future had in store for you now.

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musewrangler · 2 months

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WIP Tag Game

Rules: If you are tagged, you have to work on your WIP until you write a sentence that contains at least one word from the sentence given to you by the person who tagged you. Then post that sentence and tag as many people as you want. Tag-backs are not only allowed, but encouraged! >:)

Ok, I have been tagged....so many times and I have not been able to jump in because stupid busy. Thus I am FINALLY getting here. Lots of 'the's' and 'ins' here to count. ;D

I Piett turned back to his friend and gripped Veers’ hand in turn, the two men sharing a look that Matt had seen many times. He knew they hated to be separated when their missions had the high possibility of death. But both of them were incredibly stalwart in their own ways. “Good hunting,” the General said in a reversal of their usual farewell. The Captain’s mouth curled. “Safe stars, Max,” he murmured. “I’m coming for you the very moment it’s possible.” “Force help the Rebels,” Veers replied, and Scraps was glad they weren’t looking at him because he couldn’t stop the smile.

I started a new thread as well since the other one was quite long.

no pressure tagging @afaroffsong @kraytwriter @lady-merian @chaosgoblinhours @blukoffee @kanerallels @banachtarskiparadox @klarionthewizard @thehappybaker @winterinhimring @thegreenleavesofspring

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stories-of-the-sun · 4 months

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Writing Snippet #4

"You deserve better than me," the hero murmured, their forehead pressed against the villain's back. "Someone smarter, cleverer… someone who can match you."

The villain's chest clenched in a way that was becoming frighteningly familiar. They didn't think they weren't worthy of or less than the hero, but hearing them doubt themself like this… hurt more than they ever thought it would. It was becoming harder and harder for them to flippantly pretend to be more suave and flirty than they felt - to tease and disrupt the hero's rhythm. It was becoming a real possibility that the hero had burrowed further into their chest than the villain had let them.

"If someone else could capture me, there would be trouble for us, wouldn't there? They might put me in the slammer for good," the villain croaked, hoping their voice stayed even and light. Don't get caught.

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lavenderbuckyy · 9 months

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in commemoration of richard siken possibly writing stucky poetry, i would like to show my OWN interpretation of the terrible poetry bucky would write about steve:

read the full fic here

#self promo #richard siken #stucky #stucky fic #stucky fanfic #stucky fanfiction #stevebucky #stevexbucky #stevebucky fanfiction #stevebucky fanfic #stevebucky fic #writing snippets #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #fun fact: i actuall thought this was TOO schmoopy to include before i got reassurance from my fwiends <3

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naavispider · 1 month

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Hi, I love all your Avatar Fics. Can we get a snippet of the next Chapter of Oh No?

Aw thank you! 🥰 It sucks so bad that I don't have as much time to write these days, but I'm still chipping away! I'm focusing mainly on Merciless, of which the next chapter should probably post tomorrow 😁 I haven't written for Oh No in a while but I do have ideas laid out for the next part... Here is the beginning of the next chapter 💞

“You’re not stupid. You’ve seen how remote this place is. You’re not getting anywhere by trying to escape again. It’s an hour’s drive to the nearest town. No one lives within a twenty mile radius. So if you do decide to act out again, know that it will only end one of two ways. If you’re lucky, we’ll find you and rescue you before you die of exposure. If not…” Quaritch’s voice trailed off and Spider heard the unspoken message as loudly as if he’d shouted it.

“So what?” he asked in what he hoped was a level voice. “You’re just gonna keep me here forever? Why? What's the point?”

Quaritch’s eyes roved over Spider’s face. It could have been the lighting, but Spider was sure something changed behind the man’s eyes. Quaritch considered himself before taking a deep breath.

“We’re family,” he said.

The words took him aback.

Spider never had a family. Not until the Sullys. And this monster had come and ripped it all away. He shook his head disbelievingly. The man was insane. How could he communicate with a madman?

He spoke slowly, considering every word in case it earned him a beating. “I can accept that you contributed genes to my existence. I know that. Maybe you even loved my mom. But you are not a father.”

He was scared to watch Quaritch’s reaction. The man was so volatile he had no idea what was going to happen. What he didn’t expect however, was for his kidnapper to stand and clear Spider's plate for him without a hint of anger. There was a mixture of regret and maybe frustration behind Quaritch’s softened eyes, but nothing that signalled an imminent outburst.

“Of course you feel that way now.” He spoke without looking at him, passing the dirty dishes to Mansk for washing up. Then he busied himself making coffee. “I’ve never had a chance to show you. But that’s all changing. You’re with me now. And you’ll soon start to understand. I can’t blame you for this reaction.”

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jamiesfootball · 11 days

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Swollen, team, trainers and/or face

Thank you!

Swollen / Face

The rest of Roy's memory of that night carves itself into pieces between long stretches of time he can't remember and snapshots he'll never forget. He doesn't remember leaving Rebecca. He doesn't remember the long elevator ride down to medical, where no one stops him as he elbows his way through. He remembers how everyone swings to look at him when he arrives. How in the back of his head, that was when he knew, even as he shoved it back and away, he knew, the certainty curling sickly in his stomach. He remembers thinking that when he lays eyes on Jamie it'll turn out he's completely fine. He'll whine about taking an injury so early in the match, and when he sees how worked up Roy is, he'll grin about it, all fucking pleased with himself that he's got Roy creaking after him on his old-man knee. Hope shatters as Jamie finally notices him, drawn to Roy's approaching presence like a heat-seeking missile. With his face red and swollen and blurry with tears, he shakes his head back and forth on the stretcher, crying, "It's broken, Roy. It's broken, it's broken..."

Team

Jan takes over coaching for Richmond. Roy didn’t even know the Dutchman had his coaching license. “I thought you were retiring with your millions and millions of pounds?” Jamie asks, not biting back his irritation at the matter. (“Another fucking teammate turned coach,” he complains to Roy — to Roy. “I finally get a chance to spread my wings, and fucking Jan Maas gets to boss me around? This is cruel.”) “I was-,” Jan reaches out to ruffle Jamie’s hair and gets his hand smacked away for his efforts, “-but then I found out they’d pay me millions and millions of pounds to yell at players in person instead of through my TV. By the way, your right cross is looking weak lately- we’ll have to work on that.” Jamie growls. It’s such an unexpected sound that Roy chokes on his beer.

Trainers

Since leaving the stadium, he'd been working on autopilot. Get the muppet covered up so no one could tell he hadn't changed out of his kit. Pass the muppet his water. Stare him down until Jamie acquiesced, taking a sip from the bottle that wasn't nearly enough to replace what he'd sweated out during the match, let alone what- Glare at anybody in the vicinity caught staring too long. Look away while Jamie struggled with his trainers. Bark at Will to grab Roy's own bag. Pick up Jamie's and swing it over his shoulder; then grab Jamie by the arm and lead him out Wembley Stadium.

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prince-liest · 2 days

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Alastor's first hour in hell is going GREAT, thanks for asking.

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puddleslimewrites · 7 months

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Ok so ive been thinking of a ship dynamic and its polyamory. Hero x Anti-hero x Villain. You can do it however you want! I dont think this is an original idea but ive not seen anyone else do this so far

Oooo that's an intriguing trio

I've never seen this written before either, but I'll give it my best shot. Thank you for the ask! ^-^

"Calm down, love."

"They're late."

Villain stopped Hero mid-stride to interrupt their pacing. They took their partner in their arms and gently guided them to the couch to restrain them in a hug. "Anti-Hero is always late. You know them. They'll be home soon." Villain smiled down at Hero sweetly. "And if they aren't, I'll make sure to remind them how to keep track of the time."

Hero sighed, reluctantly relaxing in the hold. "I might want to 'remind' them with you, if you don't mind."

Villain looked down at their partner with a raised brow. "Is that a threat, love? Careful now. That doesn't sound very heroic of you."

"Loving either of you isn't very heroic of me," Hero huffed. "...Do you think they're okay?"

"They better be."

By the time the front door clicked open, all the lights were out. Anti-Hero slipped through the entrance as quietly as possible. Which meant their partners heard every attempted tip-toe as they crept past the living room. A shadow fell over them and they froze.

"Back so early?"

Slowly, Anti-Hero turned to face Villain. "Oh. You're still up? You didn't have to wait for me, darling." They chuckled nervously, fingers twitching for the weapon pouch on their hip. They were tired, but if Villain wanted a fight, they'd at least try their best before giving in.

"Darling," Villain repeated with a thin smile on their lips. "Dinner went cold hours ago."

Anti-Hero tensed as Villain stepped closer, but their partner only laid a gentle hand on their arm. "You're hurt, aren't you? Let's get you cleaned up. Hero already has the first-aid kit ready."

Anti-Hero sighed, shoulders sagging in relief until the grip on their forearm tightened. "But don't think we won't be talking about this." The softness in Villain's tone was anything but kind. "Even my schemes have a curfew on date night."

Anti-Hero swallowed and nodded, feeling numb. They were in for a long and exhausting lesson later.

#asks for puddle #puddleslimewrites #a poly ship was a treat to write thank you so much!#heroes and villains #hero x villain #hero x villain community #hero x villain x antihero #writing snippets #writing snippet #polyamory #i dont know where the pet names and fluff came from but im here for it #its a little short but oooooh am i full of ideas!!!#hero x vigilante #villain x vigilante #can't believe you'd be late for date night antihero #you had them both worried #and now you're going to train your butt off with villain to make up for it :)

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twitterpated-passion · 2 years

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Rumors | Monster Boyfriend

There was a rumor going around the village that something was in the woods, a monster of some sort, no one seemed to really know. You only took the rumor with a grain of salt though, simply chalking it up to parents wanting to scare kids, or someone spotting an animal they couldn't quite see. But word got carried around fast and before anyone could blink, everyone and their mother were being told not to step foot outside of the village at night, just in case.

But that didn't stop you. Walking at night was your favorite time of the day, and you'd be damned if anyone took that from you with a silly rumor about a monster.

Oh what a fool you were.

The moon was shining brightly that night, and you were grateful you didn't need to use your flashlight as much. And yet, you still held it tightly in your hand, the cold metal warming up under the touch of your skin.

It was a cool night, despite it being the middle of summer, and you felt the chill belonging to the current breeze bite at your skin. It didn’t do much to bother you though, you were more in awe of how many stars were out that night. It seemed like there were millions dotting the sky, and you were hardly exaggerating in thinking that.

But your thoughts were cut off by a stick snapping, and your steps stopped as well. You looked down, trying to see if you accidentally stepped on a stick, but all that was there on the path was dirt. Then you looked around.

There was nothing, but you didn't know if that relieved you or made you nervous. It was probably just an animal that happened to be close, but you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable. Like someone was watching you and just out of sight.

It irked you to say the least.

Still, you continued on, not letting your paranoia stop you from enjoying the walk. You made sure to stay in the moonlight though, which was fortunately most of the path.

Then there was another snap, and a frustrated sounding snarl after it. You froze mid step, foot placed back on the ground as your heart starting pounding. You looked around your surroundings swiftly still seeing nothing, but that snarl only served to prove your paranoia right. There was something there. Watching.

Everything in your mind told you to run, but when you tried to, your feet wouldn't move. They felt like they were as heavy as bricks.

However, when there was another noise, a low growl this time, you held your flashlight up threateningly, calling out in a shaky voice, "...Whoever's there...either show yourself or...or I'll throw this!"

It didn't make much sense, but nothing else your mind could come up with made any more sense, so that's all you were stuck with.

A low chuckle came out of whatever was watching you, and then you heard footsteps. You were sure that if they sounded any heavier, they would shake the ground.

When they came out into the light, you were forced to look up, their height the very first thing you notice about them; how they loom over you even while being heavily slouched. They had horns too, chains with different kinds of gems decorating the ends of them. The next thing your eyes flicked towards was their arms, taking in the fact that they have two pairs of them, all four hands adorned with claws. Then, when you made it down towards their legs, you quickly noted that they were like a wolf's hind legs.

You shook your head, snapping your head back up to the monster's head as your heart pounded faster, partially deafening you. Your feet were practically cemented to the ground, which made running without tripping quite the feat to think about, so you held your flashlight up, hoping that if the monster tried to attack, you were able to distract them by hitting them with the convenient form of light.

They tilted their head at you, and you could almost make out their eyes from behind their mane of hair. Almost. "The last thing you should even think of doing, human, is throwing that at me."

Their voice was low, warm. If you weren't as terrified as you were at that moment, you would've called it welcoming.

"And...and why shouldn't I?" you forced out, trying to sound threatening. But you were only kidding yourself.

The monster took a step forward, and you unconsciously took a step back, finally finding your footing. "And here I thought you humans prided yourself on being the 'smartest' out there."

You wet your lips, your grip on your flashlight loosening, but yet you still tried to keep your 'tough' demeanor up.

"...Who are you?...What are you?" They scoffed.

"Why on Earth should I tell you? Especially when you're just going to run off to tell your village what you saw." You froze.

"...So it was a monster..." you muttered.

"What?"

"It was you...my village saw you. The monster they keep talking about." The monster reeled their head back, barking out a loud laugh before ending the space you had between you two.

"I am no monster, human. I am the protector of these woods. The god of the place you and your village folk call home," he growled out.

"You...you're the protector?" you found yourself asking him. He nodded with a huff through his nose. You caught a glimpse of his teeth when he opened his mouth, most likely to speak again. The lack of flat edges made you severely doubt the self-acclaimed protector was a herbivore.

"Who do you think is keeping the animals away from your village?" Your hand lowered slowly, your flashlight pressing against your chest.

"...Surely you're not doing it to protect us..." you said, watching as he nodded again, a slight impressed expression on his face. But, without being able to see his eyes, you can't exactly tell.

"You're right. I'm not. I'm stopping your village's men from killing off every animal you see as a threat."

"...What about from when we hunt? I always see a deer or two come back when it's deer season..." He turned his head away just a little, then a mumble left his lips, just barely audible to hear what words he was saying.

"It would be unwise to stop the natural process of life from happening. Even as a protector."

"...Because if you did," you started, feeling just the slightest bit braver than how you did seconds earlier, "you'd suffer for it."

He was quiet, which only served to confirm your assumption...and unfortunately your doubts of him being a herbivore. Another frustrated snarl left him, this one clearer than the one that came from him earlier and he pointed behind him with both of his left hands. "It would be wise of you to go back home."

"I'd just be coming back tomorrow." His arms visibly tensed, and he bent down to almost meet you eye to eye.

"Don't they teach you survival instincts in that village of yours?" You nodded.

"They do," you confirmed, "but I don't really like listening to them when they get in the way of my night walks."

The protector was quiet again, and then a heavy sigh left his mouth and he stood up straight. "You can't technically ban anyone from the forest, now can you? You can really only protect it."

"I can do whatever I want if it's in the best interest for the forest." You hummed, your legs lighter than ever as you moved your weight back and forth between them.

"Yea, but I didn't really do anything to the forest but walk in it." You took a few steps to the side, his head following you as you made your way past him. "I'll be back tomorrow night."

"You're the dumbest human I have ever had the disadvantage in meeting. Stay home."

"Nope," is the last thing you said to him before walking off, knowing that being a smartass towards a so-called god with two rows of pointed teeth will bite you in the ass. Thank god for adrenaline.

***

The next night he met you at the same spot, scolding you for coming back and then scolding you again when you happened to step too close to poison ivy.

Then after that it became a routine, a recent one, but a routine nonetheless. You'd walk out to a certain point, and he would already be there waiting for you, more or less tired of your shit, yet still willing to put up with it even though he could very well be dangerous if he wanted to be.

"So..." you happened to start one night, "what's your name?"

"Who says I have a name?"

"Everyone has a name." He looked down at you when you said that, and crossed his bottom pair of arms as the top pair kept him balanced when he leaned back.

"It's Orion."

"Orion..." you repeated, not minding the smile that landed on your face when you did. You turned to him, and then said your name, to which he repeated, just like you did to his.

***

And all of that led you to today.

Today marked the month into the change your night walks suddenly went through, and, as much as Orion didn't care to admit it, the two of you grew closer. A lot closer.

He told you a lot about his experience in the forest, what he does as a protector essentially. You told him about life in your village, the little traditions you have and about the loons that live in the village you called home. All good things, just to keep up appearances. You didn't want him thinking humans were the epitome of craziness. Even if you thought it yourself. You had a reputation to uphold.

You walked down the path, flashlight on and shining on the trees surrounding the path. The clouds unfortunately were covering the moon that night, and while you always had you flashlight with you for that situation, you weren't sure if Orion was gifted with night vision, because you were more than certain he didn't own anything that gave off light.

Once you reached the spot you and Orion normally meet at, the spot of your first encounter, you decided to lean against a nearby tree, waving your flashlight around and watching the light move. You didn't have an issue waiting, he usually came a couple minutes after you. You could be patient.

But then a couple minutes turned into ten and your patience was starting to run thin, especially with all the worry creeping into your head. It was very unlike him to be late, and if he was, it was only by a minute or two later than normal and came with an apology so genuine it made your heart explode.

You pushed off the tree, readjusting your hold on your flashlight as you go to the other side of the path, the side he normally came from. You called out, "Orion?"

The lack of a response was expected, but it didn't do anything but further the worry growing inside of you. With a deep breath, you decided to walk the way you usually see him come from, or, you try to, given that you only ever see him come out. And for a nine foot forest god, when he isn't trying to make his presence known he is quiet.

It doesn't take much for you to get lost, the seemingly endless amount of trees surrounding you making you feel both trapped and very exposed. Like anything could be hiding behind them, in the shadows. Something waiting to pounce and make you their next meal.

You quickened your pace.

The breeze bit at your skin as you walked, both making you wish you brought a jacket, and making you happy that the Fall weather was coming in already. Though you quickly pushed your thoughts about it to the back of your mind, keeping your main goal at the front. You needed to find Orion. The soon-to-be-Fall breeze can wait until later.

After a while, your feet grew tired and they started to ache. You didn't want to rest, especially given that you're both lost and looking for someone, but you saw a large rock, and decided that it was for the best to rest for a few moments. So you did.

You sat on the rock and pulled your feet off the ground, one hand holding one of your legs to stop it from bouncing before it started.

Maybe you should've waited just a little longer before going off into the woods. You've only ever been on the trail, and when you weren't and you were foraging for berries to help your grandma out with her shop, someone was with you. Now you're lost, all because you couldn't wait a minute longer.

You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering how long it'd be till someone from the village notices that you're gone. They'll probably blame it on the 'monster', chalk it up as someone who didn't listen to their elders and continued to venture into the woods at night and without someone.

A stick snapping broke you from your thoughts, your body tensing before scrambling up from the rock. The aching in your feet came back tenfold, but you didn't pay attention as you quickly moved away from where the sound came from.

You shined your flashlight in the direction it did, holding it tightly and readying yourself to throw it. As if last time didn't say anything about your ability of using your flashlight as a potential weapon.

Though Orion wasn't a wolf or a bear that only saw someone in their territory.

Your body was wracked with worry, stress, and plenty of newly added fear that it felt like you were about to cry despite the lack of tears welling in your eyes. You took another step back, just for another noise to happen in response, then another...and another.

You pulled the flashlight closer to you, seeing the leaves around the rock shaking before a long, rose ebony colored leg came into your flashlight's light, then another one.

You shakily lifted your light, seeing two pairs of arms, then the large mane and horns that were still adorned with gems.

Relief flooded your body as you rushed up to Orion, shining your light up at him, steering clear from his eyes. "Why're you this far in here?"

"...You were late. I got worried." He looked more disheveled than usual, sticks and leaves in his hair, his lower pair of arms wrapped around his waist. "What happened?"

"It's none of your concern..."

"Orion," you said, moving a hand towards his waist before he let you move one of his hands, blood staining his hand and waist. Your eyes widened, a worried noise leaving you as you tried to get him to sit on the rock, but he stopped you easily with his top pair of arms, hand moving back to the wound.

"...Someone in your village got me with an arrow. I was too close to the clearing." His tone sounded angry, but you knew he was only angry with himself.

"Why didn't you go to the river?" You asked, tone insistent. "It'll get infected-"

"I know how to treat my own injuries. You should head back to the village." Your brows furrowed, eyes glancing away.

"About that..." You drifting off seemed to make Orion catch on, and he let out a frustrated noise.

"You're lost." You nodded. "...I'm the one injured and yet you're the one with no self-preservation instincts."

"I was trying to find you, thank you very much." You hated the idea of arguing when he was currently bleeding, but if he was going to say things like that, you couldn't help but defend yourself. "Why were you near the village anyway? You know where we meet."

Orion didn't answer you. "Better if you tell me now so I don't badger you while I help tend to your wound."

"I never said I needed help." You rolled your eyes, and his hands stopped you from getting any closer.

"At least let me make sure you're tending to it. Wherever you're going to do it." He waited a second or two before begrudgingly nodding, knowing he won't be able to say no without you arguing your case. He removed his hands from your shoulders, using one of them to motion you to follow him as he started walking.

Orion's pace was slower than you saw him walk before. Usually it was hard for you to keep up if you two went further down the path together; but right now, making sure you were slow enough not to breeze by him was a challenge.

You flashed him worried glances throughout the walk and either he didn't see them, or he simply refused to acknowledge them. For the most part, he was keeping himself upright, not looking like he was losing much blood, but then again, you were sure he was keeping pressure on the wound.

You wanted to ask about the archer that got him, but you had a feeling it wouldn't lead to anything, if he even opened up about it. You suppose you'll figure out who did it when you get back to the village, when that would be is unbeknownst to you though.

The both of you emerge from the ocean of trees to a clearing, a small one, but a clearing nonetheless. Your flashlight fell on a little cottage that was placed right in the middle of it, a visibly worn fence around the land. "...So this is where you live."

"Yea," he said, "did you think I lived in a cave or something?"

"...Not exactly? I just didn't exactly think about what you did when you left." You shrugged.

You two approached the fence, and you were quick in getting the gate to open, moving to the side to let him in. "I could've done that."

"I'm not trying to make a bleeding man do any more than he has to." A barely audible huff left Orion, but the night was quiet enough to allow you to catch it. You stepped into the fenced in land after he did, and shut the gate behind you, following him to the front door closely.

You tried to find an opening that allowed you to open the door for him, but his figure blocked any and all ways, so you unwillingly watched as he opened the door himself. He turned back to look at you when the door swung open, the mix of emotions on your face evident to him. "This isn't my first time with an open wound."

"I know," you said, a sigh pulling from you. You wanted to say something else, but after a second, you decided against it, simply motioning towards the open doorway. "The sooner we get you bandaged, the less likely it is to get an infection. If you even get those."

"Hasn't happened yet."

"Then it's better to not risk it." Orion nodded, which surprised you a little, and he walked inside, letting you follow and shut the door when you're in completely.

"Matches are on the side table...you can light a few candles." You nodded back at him and feel around for the box, humming to yourself when you find it. You opened it and pulled one out, swiping it against the rough part of the box.

It lights with ease and your surroundings light up with a warm glow. You follow Orion through the room, lighting the candles that you're able to catch.

Soon enough, most of the room is lit, and you're able to see without your flashlight. You set the box of matches down, the click of your flashlight turning off the next sound made. "I have tea, if you'd like some."

"You're bleeding yet offering me tea."

"I'm hospitable," Orion commented. "Besides, I'm going to grab the bandages."

You nodded again, focusing on looking around as Orion ducked his head further down to get through the only doorway in the house aside from the front door. Upon him leaving your sight, you took the liberty in looking around, wanting to know how a forest god lives.

Your hand rested on the table beside you, noticing herbs drying above it. The next thing you see is a small kitchen in the corner, cupboards lining the counter as you see a large sink beside the wood stove. Next is a bay window, furs and blankets on it as you spotted books strewn on the hardwood floor around it.

You stepped away from the table, walking closer to the door Orion went through, picking up a candle on your walk.

You caught an extension of the small cottage, seeing more furs and blankets piled up in a nest like bed, the lack of a mattress and pillows making your brows furrow. "Do you just sleep on blankets and furs?"

"So what if I do?"

"Don't you want a pillow?"

"I've always slept like this," Orion said, peeking his head out of the room as he walked out, handing me the gauze with his bottom right hand, his bottom left hand holding a cloth against his wound.

His feet thump heavily on the hardwood and your eyes watch him walk over to the bay window, sitting on the floor and beckoning you over with a wave of his hand. You walked over, setting the candle down and away from the flammable objects before kneeling down between his legs. You unravel the gauze, then once it's all out of its confinement, you start wrapping it tightly around his waist, hearing his voice mumble, "I'm sorry for making you worry. I wasn't thinking when I was getting close and-"

"Don't apologize for that..." You said. "All I want to know is why you were close to the village knowing everyone was on guard because of seeing you in the first place."

"I thought you didn't leave yet. I went to surprise you."

"You know where I live?"

"I like to know you get home safely. The forest is dangerous." You looked up at him, a soft smile tugging at you lips, as you make sure the other end of the gauze would stay put before moving your hands from his waist. "That sounded creepy."

"I'll ignore it and call you sweet."

"Thank you." Your smile grew, and you admired how the moonlight lit up his hair and horns, the gems hanging from it sparkling. You lifted a hand, and when you moved it to his face, he pulled back just slightly. "What are you doing?"

"I want to see your eyes," you confessed. "Just once."

You didn't do anything after you stopped talking, slightly afraid he'll clam up like he did in the beginning of your meetings if you push him too far. But after a moment, his much larger hand encased yours and he led your hand in a way that pushed his bangs away all at once in one fluid motion.

His eyes, much like you expected, were a piercing yellow. You saw glints of them in past encounters, but it wasn't until tonight that you were brave enough to want to see them. And now that you did, you really didn't want his hair to cover them back up. "I can see why they always call the gods beautiful."

Orion tensed at your words, a nervous hum leaving him as he moved both of your hands, his eyes scanning your face for any sign that'll say your words weren't serious. Yet one never came.

"I'm nothing to look at," he said. You pursed your lips at him. "Out of both of us, you're the true beauty. You're not getting shot at when someone sees you."

"I'm sure it'll happen one day, knowing the people in my village." His eyes focused on yours, and his eyebrow raised.

"Did something happen?"

"Yeah...something happened. But, tonight isn't the night to talk about that. Maybe when you're healed." You flashed him another smile, and stood up, just barely taller than him when doing so. "...I'd hate to leave you. But the village might think I've been eaten if I don't get home before the next morning."

"Do you know the way back?"

"...I'm sure I can figure it out."

"Maybe when the moon is brighter, sure, but it wouldn't be wise to try to do it tonight. Stay...I'll take you back to our meeting spot in the morning." You shot him an unsure look.

"You sure? I don't want to be a bother-"

"You're never a bother," he said, cutting you off right before you finished talking. "It's the least I could do for you...given that I was the one that got you lost in the first place."

"You weren't the one-"

He cut you off again, "I was the reason. There's no point in denying it."

You paused, eyes glancing away from him. You couldn't deny it, but gods did you want to. You wanted to tell him that it was because of your stupidity, how that got you lost. But the reason you did leave to venture into the woods would be to go find him.

Instead of saying something, you merely nodded and helped him stand as he led you to the 'bed'. "It's not much...but you have to rest for tomorrow."

"What about you?"

"I'll take the window, I'm not that tired anyway."

"I'm sure we could both fit on here," you thought aloud, fully intending for him to hear it. "And I would feel terrible if you took an uncomfortable place with or without your wound. I should take the window."

"You're not taking the window." His voice was a mutter, but you heard him clearly in the silence of the cottage. "...I'm sure if I positioned myself in a certain way, we could both fit, if you won't be happy with me taking the window."

"Then you should lay down first...I'm a lot smaller than you are, so it won't be hard for me to get myself situated." He didn't react in any way other than following what you said.

Orion laid still when you joined him in the 'bed' of furs and blankets, throwing one of the blankets over yourself to keep you warm. The two of you laid in peace, side by side, an intimacy unknown by both of you.

You only hoped that one day, without injury and negative feelings plaguing the mind beforehand, that the two of you could do this again. And maybe again.

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Part two

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pencildragons · 18 days

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Jaieh Che asks him, and he says yes, and that’s why he’s sitting in his wheelchair in a courtyard of the Room of a Thousand Fountains, morning sun bright in his eyes. He feels—crusty, a filthy uncleanliness clinging to his skin, even though he had a sonic in the ‘fresher before he departed from his room in the Halls of Healing. His hair is soft, fresh-washed, and when he runs his hand through it, it helps a little with the feeling. He sort of wants to take a ship and fly it straight into Coruscant’s primary star, if only to burn and cleanse it out of him. The air smells of greenery and fertiliser, enough like the rooftop garden to make his heart yearn for it, but here it is almost overpowering in its strength, rather than half-forgotten barely-there. (He wants to see Cody.)

little snippet from the new chapter of glory be (codywan time-travel, but sideways and back*) that i'm working on :3

*description inspired by @kenobisrightboot 's lovely summary in this fic rec !!!! (GO CHECK OUT THE OTHER FICS IN THAT POST BTW THEY ARE ALL AMAZING)

#glory be #wyrm writes #sw #star wars #codywan #fanfiction #sw fanfic #writing snippets #this is for u btw bridie ily #tcw

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user-needs-new-hyperfixation · 9 months

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Sk8? Love to see that you like Matchablossom. Literally my favourite ship in sk8. Peak dynamic.

They're SO good, I love them! Here, have a half-complete domestic confession scene.

Kojiro isn’t much taller than Kauru, but he’s a lot broader. So the stolen hoodie that Kauru’s wearing -- in a dark purple that sets off his hair beautifully – falls to mid-thigh. And then it’s just miles and miles of bare, toned legs ending in hideous fuzzy socks covered in emojis, which presumably Miya is to blame for. He’s punch-in-the-gut stunning: sexy and beautiful and so very silly. “Madre di Dio,” Kojiro mutters, and Kauru snorts derisively, reflexively, the way he always does when Kojiro breaks out the Italian. It doesn’t manage to halt what comes out next, unstoppable. “I love you.” Kauru blinks at him, bleary, then yawns so hard his jaw audibly cracks. “Me getting hurt freaked you out more than I gave it credit for, didn’t it?” Kauru shuffles around and flumps down on the couch, throwing his feet up on the coffee table next to Kojiro’s leg. He’s wearing unfairly tiny blue pajama shorts with little sleeping sheep on them, and Miya probably can’t be blamed for that. He knocks his foot against Kojiro’s thigh. “I love you too, banana brain, but don’t get used to hearing it.” It’s an out, an escape route. Kauru is sleepy and slightly concussed and hadn’t caught the meaning in the declaration, and it would be so easy to leave it at this; an uncommon but pleasant exchange of affection between dear friends. Kojiro finds, to his own surprise, that he has no interest in escaping.

*one of the reasons I can't actually bring myself to publish fic for stories set in non-English speaking places is that it's SO easy to have them make no sense. For example, I know very little about Japanese, but I know that a lot of languages have different words for different types of love. So there's a very good chance that this doesn't work at all. One of the reasons I love Yuumori; I am very English-speaking and I'm less likely to make myself look ridiculous writing about Brits. 😅

#sk8 #sk8 the infinity #matchablossom #writing snippets #asks #also apologies as always for using google translate #though this one is pretty easy the only real question is di vs de in the middle

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gracehosborn · 1 month

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Find The Word Tag

Thank you to @athenswrites for the tag! Even if its a month or so late!

Rules: find excerpts from your work(s)-in-progress with the given words, then tag some friends to play along.

My words: Seed, Glass, Contain(er), and Hands. Your words: Run(ing), blood, clear, and realization.

Softly tagging, with no pressure: @kaylinalexanderbooks @meerawrites @queerfox-tales @thestarsfightagainstusmyfriend @sunset-a-story

Excerpts are under the cut! They feature:

Hamilton being angsty over some seeds in TAI.

Two excerpts from IOD! Alex gets her hair cut with a sword, and punches a guy in the nose.

From TAI, Hamilton receiving some exciting news during a morning drill with his militia.

Seed

From The American Icarus: Volume I:

I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders, “Uncle, I am no gardener.” “A little dirt will not hurt you.” Taking hold of my hand, my uncle pulled me to sit next to him, pressing with his other hand a single seed into my free one. For being a merchant, he does know how to garden well. Looking down at the lone seed then in my hand, I noted its small size; how it was destined to by those most logical rules of nature grow into a large, towering, and beautiful tree. Yet if only planted into the dirt before me, upon that island. There would be nowhere else for the little seed to grow and find its place—that island was its place, and that such fact would be known in my implanting it into the dirt just below it. You are only confused because you have more than one path unlike this seed. Why are you analogizing a seed? Just… figure something out—but what? Why? What purpose would my choices have? Legacy, what does that really matter? Mama is… dead… nothing is to change that—but trying would at least—ugh! I let the seed fall at a speed possibly too fast into the dirt as a murmur escaped me, “I hate being indecisive.” Not hearing my murmur, but seeing my treatment of his seed, my uncle turned towards me, attending me with a expression of surprise. “What did the poor seedling do to you, dear child?” Reopen doors which I have not an idea of what to do with and of which cause me great confusion simply due to my being in a position which gives little opportunity to walk through them. “Nothing… sorry.” “’Tis alright, she’s just a seed—a beautiful tree will come no matter how hard you threw it into its dirt.” “Indeed, but it had to be this dirt?” Without much thought, I gestured towards the said dirt with the hand which had released the seed; it then unseen underneath the brown specks. Uncle James’ blue eyes shewed much confusion, “What is the matter with the dirt? You just said to me you’re no gardener, yet why is it you’re complaining about dirt? You get your hands dirty working for Mr. Cruger, do you not?” Glancing away from my uncle, I sighed, the entertainment of those most interesting of passerby not as such in that moment. I was grateful for my job, and the life thereat I had lived, but particulars of the whole left me in a state of boundless confusion. My mother had only come to that island on account of my father’s business then as a sailor whom had in reasons I alongside many are still left to speculate, this having left my mother to raise her two children alone with aid of her family at which point she had died, leaving those said children otherwise orphaned and a family history tainted in scandal, fear and cover from the law, and known to all—even those whose knowledge of it was a national curse. All these particulars considered on the whole left me to question my very reasonings to having thought of them. I was at a fork in the road—continue to trek onward and stay where I was in security albeit really very little, or be one Orpheus and turn; changing everything with a most simple action in theory.

Glass

From Ink of Destruction:

Then my composure shattered like falling glass. My bones flared with anger as my eyes grew dark, becoming ablaze with wrath that seemed to burst out like a clown jumping out of a sewer. I could feel my feet guiding my body forward and my arm moving back as though it were a slingshot. Without a word, I punched Aiden Edwards square in the nose. Hearing a loud crack as I pulled away, I couldn’t help but feel the smallest bit of pride in my anger. Backing away with a cry of agony, Aiden reached for his nose, clutching his face in his hands as he felt for the blood that was now trickling down his cheeks. “What the hell was that for? You fucking broke my nose!?” he cried as he attempted to tend to the injury. "Oh, you should know what it was for, Aiden,” I said, feeling the sternness in my voice return. Before he could respond, I turned towards Jess, who immediately took a step back, feeling the full force of the wrath in my gaze. A part of my mind felt as though the action were justified, for Jess had betrayed me, or rather, she had been against me this whole time. A spy.

Contain

From The American Icarus: Volume I:

“You may all be relieved of your duties for today,” began he. “Good work today—thank you for not causing a racket. Pick up your target boards—bring them to Lieutenant Jay here.” As many a “Yes, sir!” filled the air, I returned to my right, walking towards the wooden board I had been left to use moments before. At last closing the distance of some yards, my hand wrapped around the top of the thick oak, it pressing firmly against my skin. Able to clearly see the damage done upon it by me, I noted the large clean-cut gashes, placed fairly close together, the three each having carved a hole. Upon the grass behind, in shadow of the secondary wooden piece propping the main board up, wood shavings covered the space; the balls of lead somewhere in the grass far beyond. Keeping the board steady within my grasp, as to not harm myself by way of the loose pieces, I turned in the direction of the chapel. A soreness began to rise upon my upper back as the board and my musket knocked on occasion my sides in my hurried walking, pushing me to grunt in frustration. If not for the barrel of the musket still hot and in need of cleaning, I would have slung her upon my back in quickening my pace. The wood of her barrel grazed my shoulder with the brush of a close fire, intense such that as I at last met Lieutenant Jay’s gaze I flinched. “Careful—here, I’ll take it.” Before I could register the action, Fredrick took hold of my board, pulling it out of my grasp. With a clatter, he dropped it into the growing pile just to his left near the chapel wall before turning back towards me. “Thank you—“ “Impressive work there, with that demonstration. Sorry they needed it, but you have proven yourself very equipped. That reminds me….” Turning his attention to the pocket of his coat, Fredrick retrieved with a swift movement the envelope I had seen in his care some time prior. “This arrived by Colonel McDougall from my brother whilst you were with your group. I know not what the pages inside contain.” He replied to my—well of course he would have considering that is what I wanted to make him do. I actually managed to get an intended reply…. Taking the envelope outstretched towards me, my fingers gripped the folded parchment with firmness, driven not to tear the wax seal only by the publicity of the circumstances surrounding me. My chest rose with a slowness as in gathering myself I took a long breath. Carefully, I slipped the envelope into the left pocket of my coat, glancing up at my superior officer once more at the quiet thud of the parchment against the wool fabric. “Thank you, sir.” Giving a smile polite, I began to take my leave, but not before Fredrick attempted to grab my shoulder. A short gasp escaping me, I turned my head so as to face him once more. “Sir?” “You did not hear this from me,” he began, his voice lowering close to a whisper, “but I did hear that McDougall and Jay have been talking of you—there has been rumor spreading that the Provincial Congress might raise a new company to be led by an appointment.” Shock gripped to my expression and countenance, pushing my eyes to widen and mouth to open slightly. “Are you suggesting—“ “Yes.” “What?” In keeping pace with Fredrick’s quiet, my voice was pushed out forcibly, unable to be withheld by the shock consuming me. A smirk took up my friend’s expression as he lifted a finger to his lips in silent request. Releasing his hand from my shoulder, he gave a quick nod before turning towards the man newly arrived with another of the wooden boards used during the drill. Sensing another man suddenly behind myself, I stepped to my far left and away from Lieutenant Jay in an attempt to be out of the way as my heart began to race.

Hands

From Ink of Destruction:

“Now that the rope is cut, you should be able to get your hands out quite easily. But yes, I will make that attempt.” At his words, the loosened pressure around my wrists became more noticable. Lifting my fingers inward, I managed to find a hole in the center of the knot. Inhaling, I pulled my right hand away and up, carefully squeezing my fingers between the ropes and the cement pole. A sigh of relief escaped me as my free hand tugged at the rope, and the sound of the knot meeting the wooden floor filled my ears. Lowering my hands to my sides, I gently rubbed my wrists against the inner lining of my jacket’s sleeves, feelling a soreness race down my arms. Blinking, I stared towards Mr. Waiter, feeling words come out of my mouth before I could stop them. “Are you certain that you haven’t done any formal historical research? Or did you lie to me? It’s clear you are not an amateur with that sword.” My voice held an even tone, for I was more curious than angry. A look of realization filled Mr. Waiter’s face, and I could see sprinkles of what appeared to be mischeif in his eyes. “You would know if I were lying to you. I am notoriously a bad lair. And if I were to mess with you, that would be even more obvious. As historians, or those who claim themselves historians, could tell you. I am not a historian myself. Rather, a subject of interest for many in the profession.” Shock and disbelief filled my veins as I took in his words. If historians had written about him, then surely I should have recognized him. His omission of what had caused him to drop out of college must have been something that would have drawn too much attention to him for him to have wanted to mention it inside the resturant. Further, the fact that he had not said his name indicated to me that I may not believe him. As I opened my mouth, the man rose his hand up to stop me. “Turn around so that I might try to fix your hair. Then you can continue.” Nodding, I turned to face the white pole as questions swirled with a fury in my mind. Coming to stand behind me, Mr Waiter gently grabbed towards the center of my hair, slowly lifting the now-uneven strands above my head. Gravity forced the last few inches of the longer portions to fall in front of my eyes, and I was certain against Mr. Waiter’s fist. Hearing the clang of the sword against the wood, I took a deep breath, steadying my posture. “This may be shorter than you wish,” Mr. Waiter said, “but if I held it otherwise, there would be a greater risk of ripping your roots out. And I am sure you don’t want to wear a wig.” Without another word, the man raised his hand, and the sharp swoosh of his blade filled the room. Clumps of hair flew to the floor with soft taps as the metal was struck for a second, and third time. The sounds brought me back to my freshman world history class, where we had watched a number of films exploring different cultures. As a treat towards the end of the unit, Disney’s Mulan had been shown. It was clear to me now how the strengths of animation had made the character’s famed haircut with her own sword seem so easy. Lenna would have surely reasoned that Mulan simply had thin hair, with the benefit of straight strands. At the thought, worry caught in my throat at how much time had passed. She had most likely gotten a cab, I told myself, but knowing Lenna, she would not have strayed far. “There.” With a sigh of relief, Mr. Waiter at last lowered the centuries’ old weapon after a final swing, stepping back towards his former post. As my hair fell back down, I could hear him mutter under his breath: “I never imagined I would use my training in such a manner.”

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Mortal Sparks

Maius 5th, 4593 AP: Diary of Alyss Enberdale

People are bad at describing things. My aunt fought in the first war, and she told me it was like being an ant on a running track. Sometimes you wander around doing ant things, and sometimes a trampling horde of foreign creatures run atop and leave you untrampled by chance as your fellows are smashed.

I fought in the second war, and it wasn't much like anything. It was like nothing. It was war and war is only like itself. It's surviving, and then at some point, you realize to survive you’ve ended someone’s life and you don’t even feel bad about it. And you feel bad for not feeling bad. And then everyone tells you you’re acting strange, but they’re the ones that took normal people and exploded things in their face and made them kill people whose faces they never see and they tell you you’re acting strange.

They called it combat fatigue like I drank too much disgusting coffee and didn’t sleep right at 9:30 that night and acted grumpy the next day. I don’t have a better word. I like my aunt's word better. Shell shock. Not professional enough for the military, but it's better for me.

My CO recommended me for leave after the incident. That’s what they call it in the military, an incident. You can’t describe it. I told my aunt that and she told me you can, if you give it time. They gave me a few months. A few months to see if I was dangerous or useful and when I was neither they threw me away. I can describe how I feel. I feel like gum. Old gum. The war was a mouth that chewed and chewed and chewed until all my flavor leeched away, then it spat me on the sidewalk. I’m on the sidewalk to this day. I’m a spot on the sidewalk.

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Chapter One

Here, at the end of summer, roses and wildflowers bloomed one last time before autumn’s cold. Nicolette crouched among them on the side of the road, rooting for the husks of cicadas that had already mated and died. She had figured out long ago that clients didn’t appreciate knowing the true origins of their patience tea, though that didn’t stop housewives and schoolteachers from buying it in cans that they pretended to their husbands were coffee.

Her apron pockets full, she stood and began to make her way back through town, past the over-decorated municipal hall, through Main Street with faded advertisements for meats, butter, and milk. At 7:40 on a Sunday, the whole town was empty, the entire populace segregated away in one of the two churches.

Most respectable citizens sat in the Imperial Cesarian Church, a stately building of thick walls and plaster statues. They called the congregation of the newer Alastrian Church ‘rabble’ and ‘uncultured’, while the Alastrians called the Cesarians ‘esoteric’ and ‘unwelcoming’. The Cesarians were quite sure the Alastrians didn’t even know what esoteric meant, but it was a moot point trying to teach those who did not want to learn.

Nicolette was fairly sure she did know what esoteric meant, and that the Alastrians were using it correctly, but as neither group took any notice of her beyond buying her charms and teas, she kept her thoughts to herself, and simply nodded when members of either church attempted to impart their wisdom in her earshot. No one cared what she had to say anyway.

The last two story building marked the edge of town proper, with the pavement petering to a stop a few feet further. Still, the chipper, clean one story homes continued. Nicolette, as was her habit, paused here, her toes right at the end of black pavement. Daisy’s home sat clean and peach-colored three houses down. Her father should have returned from his business trip last night, smelling like bus and cigarette smoke. Maybe he hugged her with his briefcase in his hand. Maybe he went right to bed. Maybe Daisy had stayed up for him later than usual, worrying with a cup of tea in her hand. It wouldn’t have been Nicolette’s tea, Daisy always said it made her sleepy. It would have been raspberry, maybe, or chamomile.

But Nicolette wasn’t welcome there anymore, father or no father, and so she turned to the right and made her way through the alley between the last store building and the first house. This road wasn’t even gravel, but dirt. A small crevasse made by spring rainwater meandered its way from one side of the road to the other, forcing Nicolette to hop across it twice before it escaped into the house’s fenced yard. She walked past the houses on the other side as well, slightly more dilapidated than the first, and through an empty lot of gravel to the backside of her own house. Houses on this row, those that were inhabited, tended toward small and grey-brown. Most didn’t have a large padlock around the low front gate. Nicolette didn’t bother unlocking it, but stepped up over a cinderblock and slid down the other side, holding her skirt taught. The yard grass had turned brown months ago. The only living thing in the yard besides Nicolette herself was half of a heritage rosebush. It had been her mother’s, and Nicolette did her best to keep it alive.

Her door was locked as well, this one a shiny, new lock. Nicolette lifted the key from around her neck and twisted it into the hole. Her mother had never had to lock the door. People knew better than to come over uninvited. But this lock was to keep the inside from coming out.

Inside, Nicolette faced the wall, listening to the thump, drag, thump.

“Hi, Mama.” She said softly. She turned, and faced her mother’s clouded eyes.

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This is the first snippet I've posted in a long while, and I would especially appreciate feedback! The chapter heading section is a part of one of the MC's diary, written in first person, and the actual chapter is third person from the other MC's perspective. This is meant to introduce both at the same time, and as the book continues, the reader will get insight into Alyss' past while the plot continues in the main chapter with Nicolette in the present. Thoughts, likes, dislikes and others appreciated!

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