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luv3rrx · 6 months

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Fuck me? How about fuck you

Astaroth x F!Reader

Cw;hate sex - rough face fucking - Astaroth is a tattoo artist and Mc is a florist - Astaroth is the biggest flirt and tease ever - rough sex - snarky comments - plot and porn - pet names like a lot - sprinkle of praise n degrading - hair pulling - sprinkle sprinke unprotected smex,(wrapped it up like a gift please) - mc make-up is smudge

A/N; I would've done it on AO3,but I'm too lazy to make it into chapters,the more I wrote the more tags appeared bro wanted to make it an AU but got lazy + writer block

Being a florist in a small town wasn't too bad,you had daily customer and you didn't have to fear for any competition since there wasn't any store right in front of you

Expect for the supermarket and the gas station,so why the fuck did the owner of the tattoo shop decided to open right infront of you huh?

Like out of any store that it could open in front of it decided to open in front of yours,but you weren't going to make any fuss about it

It's not like that shop is going to take your daily customers right?

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….

….. right

Your daily customers would come into your store with a brand new tattoo,it wasn't bad but still,you had to know who was being this genius idea to open in front of your store

So one day you decide to go head and actually meet the brains behind this idea,you leave your flower shop and head towards his,it was like 1 second away from yours

You open the door to ear the little jiggle announcing that you were coming in,soft RnB in the background welcoming you in a tall blonde guy,he was probably the cashier of this place,he looks up just to give you the brightest smile ever

"Heya! I'm Paimon. Can I help you with anything?" — his name was Paimon,you looked at him amazed as if you saw an angel,but you had to focus! You had to ask the real questions and also introduce yourself

Since you were too polite for your own good

"Hi..erm,I'm [Name] I work at the flower shop just right in front of you! I just came to see my front neighbor aha" — you gave him such an awkward laugh that he just chuckled softly and reached to shake your hand,to make it less awkward

But after that day,you never and I mean EVER walked into that store again,no not even for the cute cashier guy.

It was Friday,an afternoon,you were fixing a bouquet of tulips with a mix of red roses when you heard the front door of the shop open,you place the bouquet gently down on the table

You go ahead to greet the customer that came in,just to see this tall man,black long curly hair with snake bites.

And those dark eyes that pierced into your soul,there was something about his eyes that drew you in..but for God sake say hi to the customer!

"Oh hello! I'm [Name] how can I help you?" — you ask, trying to focus on him and not how he looked,he was hot but you really had to concentrate [Name]

"I was wondering what's the best flower for my shop" — the stranger with a deep and husky voice said,you were curious you weren't going to lie

"Oh where do you work?" — you asked so that you could give him a great advice

"Oh just the tattoo shop right in front of this store" — you stop your tracks,did he just mention that tattoo shop? The one that was actively taking your daily customers that you didn't even see them daily

"Wait,you own that shop?" — you ask sending him a glare,so he was the one that was making your business go slow lately

He smirks at you and doesn't say anything

"You own that shop don't you?"

"What if I do sweetheart"

Your mouth is wide open at the little name he gave you, 'sweetheart' the hot stranger was your shop rival

Holy fucking shit,there's no way in hell that this hot guy was now your rival

Well..if he was your rival now,why not know him first?

"Well since you will be my rival, I'm [Name]"

"Astaroth,pleased to meet you bunny."

HE DID IT AGAIN! Okay but now he had to do it on purpose from how big his shit eating grin was

You glance at the new nickname,

"Bunny really?"

"Really"

Ugh,he was so frustrating but so so sexy,he gave wave you a goodbye before leaving

This was the beginning of a new rivalry

So if you hated him so much,why the hell are you bent over his desk,

You swore you saw the motherfucking stars from how rough he was fucking you from behind, your ass had his hand prints on them that's how rough the sex was with him

"Ah..ahh!! I fuc- ooh..I hate you so much" you moaned biting your bottom lip afraid that you would say something that would betray you forever

"Hmm? Doll you can't just lie to my face when you are taking me so well.." he teased taking a fistful of your hair,so that he could look at your fucked expression

"Beside..you can't say that you hate me when you look like my perfect slut.." he whispered in your ear kissing the earlobe

He was right though,the way you clenched down on him as if you were scared and afraid that he would leave

"Ugh..I hate you" your word slurred making him chuckle deeply

"Hmm..you gotta show it better than this" he mocked and twitched inside of you meaning that he was close his pace becoming more fast and harder than before

He bit your neck sucking on it to leave a hickey on it

You both were so close to cumming that you just didn't even tell him that you came on his cock

Just for him to also cum inside of you,he pulled out slapping his tip against your sensitive wet pussy

But if you thought that this was over,nonono,this was round one baby

"Kneel." His tone demanding,the claim that you so 'oh I hate him so much I just wanna slap him' flew out of the window literally.

You kneeled down and watched him as he sat down on the chair,his cock still hard as ever

"Go on,don't be shy and suck it" He said with such a tone..that would make any good girl make their panties drenched

And you did as you were told,you started to first jerk him off,that size would never EVER fit in your mouth

You spit on it, making sloppy sounds, kissing the tip before lowering your head on it bopping on it slowly your tongue slurping and licking it clean

"You look like a mess..look at your face, mascara and lipstick smudged" he let out a breathy chuckle throwing his head back from the pleasure

The more you sucked him off the more he was losing his self control,he grabbed your hair getting up from that chair that probably got fling somewhere around the round

One hand on the desk the other with a fistful of your hair face fucking you, making his cock hit the back of your head,pubes in your nostrils

Your eyes rolled back into your skull,just how much did he want to fuck you dumb huh?

"Maybe this will shut you up from your snarky comments" He grunts not giving you a time to breath, basically he was using you like a Fleshlight

"Am I fucking my bunny dumb?" He groaned and smirked chuckling again, muttering a 'fuck I'm close' but you were to fucked out to even hear that

He finally came down your throat, making you swallow every single drop his hot cum,he pulled out a wet pop from your lips,his cock resting on your face while you were taking back some energy

"Maybe I fucked you a little bit too *dumb*" He said laughing softly at your state

After that,he took you on a nice little coffee date and spoiled you rotten,I mean to the core, massaging you and even caring you in his arms since your legs weren't working after that,but it was worth it to get spoiled with the best of aftercare with Astaroth

#what in “hell” is bad?#julia talks!#whb smut #whb astaroth #whb #what in hell is bad #whb astaroth brainrot

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utilitycaster · 4 months

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but you do have to admit that you write your 2k meta's mostly because you want (negative) attention? otherwise I don't understand why you are not writing more of your faves instead?

Sure! I can explain why I wrote this piece, which I assume is the reason you're asking this now.

I wrote it because I naturally had thoughts about the group dynamics of Bells Hells after the episode and started thinking about why this group is so disconnected this far into the campaign when, for example, the Mighty Nein, who had far more friction and conflict early on in the campaign, were positively ride or die by this point. I also really did genuinely find the degree of pressure that Imogen and Laudna have been putting on Fearne to be excessive and had been quietly thinking about it since episode 75 - they were the ones to initially make a big deal about "Emperor and Empress" (the fact that Ashton mentioned the party's positive reinforcement of the shard's retrieval being a factor in their choice is relevant here), I was reminded by someone else regarding Laudna's immediate shutdown of Fearne's attempt to tell the truth in episode 77, and then they called her out in front of everyone after she had expressed that she didn't want it to Morri. It made a clear pattern that I felt was interesting to explore, and in doing so I started asking myself if there were other patterns of behavior. I linked to someone else's post as well in there that talked about how Imogen and Laudna pretty much always act together in group discussions in my post because that was also an inspiration, and I've also talked a lot in the past about how Imogen and Laudna rarely bring up their own sources of conflict with each other, so the fact that their accusations towards Fearne are in the same scene where Imogen expresses disgust about Delilah's presence also is very relevant to their general group dynamics, since their own relationship with each other is very central to how they interact with the group.

I do write about my favorite characters as well. I wrote pretty extensively about Ashton after episode 78, as well as a bit about their conversation with Orym, but Ashton just had their big moment of explosion and I need to let that simmer or something else to happen before I have any longer posts. I've also, if not written anything myself, reblogged a lot of great posts about Chetney's fantastic reveal which I think tied up that whole exercise beautifully with a truth that was not a passive-aggressive accusation of others nor a self-flagellation but a realization of his own behaviors as well as an explanation to the group without expecting anything in return. In talking about the shard I did touch on my main feelings about Fearne in this situation but again I think I need to see how she actually reacts to the information she received here to actually have meta of substance, rather than "oh, interesting." And you can go through my archives if you'd like to see more; I'm usually pretty good about tagging by character.

But also: I like writing criticism, specifically. It is fun for me. I find that writing helps me arrange my ideas and understand them better, and sometimes I even change my opinion when I revisit the text or find my argument doesn't hold together on an intellectual level, even if I feel something emotionally. I've changed my mind about characters before through writing meta! Sometimes more positively, sometimes more negatively, but it happens, because the act of writing meta, if you do so well, is an act of interrogating your own pre-existing opinions and making sure they make sense to people who aren't you.

I also think there's value in writing things that aren't universally positive. Again, it forces you to actually think through what isn't working for you or what you dislike or what traits characters have that you think are causing problems for people around them rather than just saying UGH THIS SUCKS. But also, writing up how you'd fix a plot you don't like or how you'd resolve a conflict requires you have empathy for the creators or for the characters. Sometimes, even if a piece isn't, in your opinion, good, writing criticism of it helps you understand why a creator may have made that choice you didn't like. You can disagree or dislike something while still respecting it, and making yourself explain it to other people is a really good way to process your own feelings rather than stewing in them. I find people who never express any negativity openly are often deeply resentful and unpleasant and passive-aggressive. Indeed, that's arguably the whole point of that honesty exercise! This party keeps trying to smooth things over and so a lot of valid concerns or complaints they have about each other have since metastasized into something far more hurtful.

I can't speak for everyone, but a lot of meta writers write meta because it's genuinely a fun hobby for them. When I was writing my piece about Dimension 20's genre experiments I stayed up later than I should have several times because it was interesting and I wanted to make sure I didn't forget how I was planning out the piece. I like writing a lot, and I've always preferred to write essays and criticism to fiction - I like to think I have a knack for the former that doesn't come as naturally for the latter. My brain jumps to analysis more easily than the invention of plot.

If you don't like the things I chose to write about, that's completely valid. But I'm not doing it for negative attention. I'm doing it because it's enjoyable for me. How you respond to it and how it makes you, specifically, feel, doesn't enter into my consideration. It's 2k words because that's how long it took me to say what I was thinking and it's about Imogen and Laudna's effect on the group dynamic as I understand it because that's what I was thinking about since it was very present in this episode, and I wrote it because I like writing.

Hopefully that explains it!

#answered #Anonymous #cr tag

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eyelessfaces · 2 years

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bathroom floor

marc spector x reader

summary: you wake up just to find the spot besides you empty. marc never leaves without saying goodbye but when you find him sitting on the floor crying, you understand it all.

warnings: wendy spector (this b*tch), insinuations to marc's past, marc being real sad and insecure, nightmares, angst

tags: gn!reader, just reader being a sweetheart to marc and comforting him and giving him all the love he deserves :)

word count: 0.9k

reblogs and feedback are appreciated!!

You sat up against the headboard and sighed. You rubbed your eyes frantically before pinching the bridge of your nose. Ugh. Middle of the night thirsts. That dry feeling in the back of your throat, your whole mouth feeling like an egyptian desert. You grabbed the bottle from your nightstand and let the unpleasant feeling go away. Putting the bottle back to where it belonged, you frowned when you turned to cuddle your boyfriend back to sleep and realized you wouldn't be able to simply because he wasn't there. Not being fully awake and needing some clarity, you ran your hand through the bedsheets, only to find the spot next to you indeed empty.

When Marc left for missions for Khonshu, he usually informed you he would leave in the middle of the night. He would always tell you goodbye and kiss you like his life depended on it. He would never leave you like that, even if it was an emergency, so this was unusual.

You sat on the edge of the bed and felt a shiver run down your spine. The night was fresh even from the inside and you wondered where Marc had gone to, and if he was out there in the cold. You got up and grabbed one of his hoodies, put it on and felt a bit of relief when you could smell his scent on you.

You got out of your shared bedroom and searched for him, and you stopped when you saw him in the bathroom. The light wasn't on, you could only distinguish his shadow. He was sat on the floor, his back against the bathtub and his head buried between his knees. You quietly walked to him, not wanting to scare him. He was crying silently, and you could already guess what this was all about. He probably had a nightmare about his mother and it probably felt too real.

You kneeled next to him and gently stroke his back. He let out a loud sob when he realized you were here, you knew how much he hated to cry and you knew how much more he did when it was in front of you.

"Marc baby" you whispered quietly, rubbing small circles on his back to try to ground him a little. "Nightmare again?" His head was still between his knees but you felt him nod. "I'm so sorry baby. It's so unfair she keeps on haunting you like that" you said sliding your hand to his neck, gently running your hand through his hair to calm him down.

"Sorry I woke you up" he croaked out between his sobs.

"You didn't. I just wanted water. And even if you did that doesn't matter. I don't want you moping around on your own" you said, laying your head on his shoulder. "Do you wanna talk about your nightmare?"

"No not really" it was expected. Marc wasn't a man of words, and you knew all of this thing with his mother was really hard on him. It had taken years for him to tell you the whole story and it was a whole night of tears and you trying to comfort him. "She will never give me peace" he muttered under his breath loud enough for you to hear it.

The corners of your mouth turned downwards. You hated to see him in so much pain, and it wasn't really something you could fix.

"You will find peace otherwise" you said planting small kisses in the crook of his neck. "This is why Steven and Jake are here. This is why I am here"

He cleared his throat lightly "You're gonna leave eventually." he said, almost angrily. "I don't deserve nice things, she was right"

You left his side to face him. "Marc, my love, look at me" you said taking his hands in yours. "Please"

He slowly dug his head out of his knees and faced you. His hair was a mess and his eyes were blood shot and glossy from all the tears that had been spilled. You had never seen him look so tired and worn out.

"I am not leaving you. You are the love of my life, why would I ever leave you?" you asked rhetorically, letting one of his hands go to run yours through his hair.

"Because I am psychotic and crazy and there are two other men living inside of me and I kill people for a living. Seriously, try telling this to your family" he said chuckling sarcastically, a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I like my men like that" you said wiping the tears away with your thumb, smiling at him.

He weakly smiled back at you, pursing his lips to avoid letting out a sob.

"Thank you for being here and putting up with me" he said nodding, closing his eyes.

"It's nothing, really." you say bringing his knuckles to your lips.

"I'd rather have you getting a nice night of sleep than having to deal with me on the bathroom floor" he whispered.

"I can stay here all night long. You are worth thousands of hours of sleep" you said stroking the top of his hand. "And the bathroom floor happens to be pretty comfortable sooo" you said shrugging.

He smiled at you, a small but sincere smile. You smiled back at him and took him in your arms.

"I love you" he croaked out against your shoulder.

"I love you too Marc. It was just a bad dream. I won't let anyone hurt you" you whispered against his neck.

You were determined to stay here with him for hours if it was what you had to do to help him feel better.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector x y/n #marc spector imagine #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector fluff #marc spector #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters #moon knight #moon knight x reader

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disneyprincemuke · 4 months

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✨3k celebration post✨

right before the new year, i hit 3k followers on this blog!!! while i've had this account for years (literally since i was 14 i think, i'm 23 now) i definitely cheated a bit to get here and be celebrating it with this new fandom i'm in <3 but this is the most interaction i've gotten, after years here, and i cannot be any more on my knees for the new friends i've made i returned to this account with a max verstappen fic that i'm still very proud of and fell in love with writing again after taking a long long four year break from it and i've met so many of you that i'm sOOO glad to now be associated to <3 let's forget the fact that i tried celebrating 2k (failed horribly) and focus on this one ok <3 please stick around, i do have a celebration post that i'm currently drafting out as you read this

the biggest shoutout to @angsthology for stumbling into my life this year (i still remember being in the club drinking with my friends when she tagged me in rvstw and being so curious as to who tagged me at like 11pm on tumblr) and now we're mutuals on tiktok and just make each other sad with the most random f1 tiktoks, like i ALWAYS look forward to seeing her notification after i post because she's truly just so so funny,, tine, you have no idea how much you made me enjoy being on tumblr this year

and i guess also @localwhoore for terrorising my dash with sad edits that make me fear for my life, i appreciate you being so funny and sometimes giggling at my fics <3

AND ALL MY ANONS FOR ENTERTAINING MY LOGAN ERa and always supporting my fics (i dont think ive ever had this many people talk to me about my fics) and giving me the best ideas to post while i'm in the worst writers block of my life right now <3 i always look at my inbox first thing in the morning to see if you guys were being deranged in my sleep and you guys always put a smile to my face and make my day feel so lovely (also, thank you so much for being just as invested in femdriver and logan as i am because those two are our kids fr)

never forgetting to thank @renarots for picking up the courage to dm me first and striking up at friendship because i'd been too timid to start one with her after lurking on her tumblr account since i started my f1blr journey and now we cry about our fucked sleeping schedules ugh

i'm SURE there are more people i'm forgetting to name drop right now, and if i did forget you, please don't think i'm not appreciative of your presence on my blog!!! i've seen a lot of recurring names in my notifications with comments and consistently liking my posts, and i want you all to know that i see you and i love you and that i also want to kiss you :* please stick around and giggle with me because the holidays are over and that means my sleeping schedule will be fixed very soon

#disneyprincemuke #follower milestone

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andreafmn · 1 year

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12 Days of Ficmas - Day 8

Prompt (by @12-days-of-ficmas): my family is coming for christmas but i didn’t want to tell you bc i thought they’d cancel and yeah they don’t know we live together

Word Count: 719

Story Description: (Y/N)'s family is flaky at best, and expecting them to visit for Christmas was not something they were looking forward to. Until they confirmed they would be visiting them. Only problem, (Y/N)'s boyfriend Derek doesn't know them and they don't know they're living together.

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Derek Hale x NonBinary!Reader

A/N: i was gonna post yesterday on time but I was too tired and went to bed rather than finish the story so once again I'm off schedule (but at least I'm posting😬) I will try to get the other one out, but it's my birthday so I don't know when I'll have a chance.

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Just Family Things

One thing Derek Hale was adept at was not talking about his family. Which is why he never pushed the topic. Even entering a whole year with (Y/N). He was simply grateful they were by his side.

Though, there were times he felt like they were ashamed of him and that was the reason they had never introduced him to their family. Still, he didn’t feel it was his place to bring it up. They were happy enough together and he didn’t want to ruin it.

As the Christmas season started to make itself known, Derek noticed (Y/N) growing restless. They were hyper-fixated on cleaning their home, overstocking their food, and setting up their Christmas decorations perfectly. It was an obsessive behavior he had never seen before in them.

Even when hunting and fighting supernatural creatures, (Y/N) was always level headed, astute, and they never let their guard down. But as they ran from side to side, fixing things no one else would have thought were wrong, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on behind their actions.

They were stress cleaning the bathroom with a toothbrush one morning, kneeling on the floor, sweat forming on their forehead.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” Derek asked leaning against the doorframe. “You’ve been stressed out these past few weeks and I know it’s not because of the pack coming over on Christmas.”

“It’s nothing, babe. I just need to clean up. Make sure everything is perfect. “

“Why though?” he chuckled. “It’s not like they would honestly care.”

“Ugh!” (Y/N) yelled out. “Okay, look. My family is coming over for Christmas.”

“R-really?”

“Yeah. They were gonna come on the first week of December, but I knew they were gonna flake, so I didn’t tell you.” They finally confessed. It felt like a weight had lifted from their shoulders. And now that they had started, they continued. “And they did cancel, so I just let it be. But they called me and told me they were going to be here for Christmas week. Now I gotta make sure this place is rid of anything they can criticize because they honestly will judge even the tiniest speck of dust.”

Derek was shocked. It was the first time (Y/N) had spoken about their family freely. Normally, they would avoid the topic, focusing on anything but that.

“So, I’m finally gonna meet the family,” he grinned. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“Honestly, neither did I. They don't even know we live together.”

“Did you, um… did you not want them to meet me?” he finally said, his true feeling sprouting out.

“Oh, god no,” (Y/N) was quick to respond. “I didn’t want you to meet them.”

“Why not?”

“Look, I love my family. I do,” they continued. “And though I know they mean well, they are a very – how do I put this – a quite rowdy bunch that can offend just about anyone. They can get on your nerves very quickly, and I didn’t want you to look at me differently because of them.”

With a smile on his face, he extended his arm and propped them onto their feet. He wrapped his arms around them, engulfing them tightly. He placed a kiss atop their head and chucked slightly.

“I could never judge you for who your family is. I’ve had my fair share of embarrassing family members,” he spoke against their hair. “If I had any say, you would have never met Peter. But our families don’t define us, babe. And I’ll do the best I can to help you through this week.”

“Why couldn’t they have come on thanksgiving?” (Y/N) whined against his chest, letting out a deep sigh. They were frustrated, tired, and nervous. Feelings that always arose when speaking to and about their family. “Maybe we should just say we have no space here. You think they’ll cancel again?”

“I promise I won’t let them bother you,” Derek told them before giving them a comforting kiss. “We’ll get through this Christmas together, babe. I’ll help you with your family, and you’ll help me get through a whole night with the pack here.”

“Thank you, Der. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Maybe, just maybe that would be their best Christmas yet.

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leverage-ot3 · 4 months

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I was tagged by my buddy and old siren (freeform) mutual @imaginejolls for this ask game!

Star Sign(s): Sagittarius sun, Aquarius moon, Capricorn rising

Favorite Holidays: halloween :3

Last Meal: my mom's cajun beef stew with rice pilaf and a roll

Current Favorite Musician: I've been listening to a lot of noah kahan recently (vermont represent), but I also adore hozier, gracie abrams, lizzie mcalpine, phoebe bridgers, etc. I've never been the same since I was told my taste in music was yallternative. I also love lil nas x and found a new musician through tiktok that goes by brye that is really good

Last Music Listened To: the playlist I listen to the most, especially for sleep: immaculate fall vibes (technically the name of the playlist is just a bunch of the artists featured in it but the description is immaculate fall vibes). my most recent song was save me by noah kahan

Last Movie Watched: this is so embarrasing but I watched the meg with my dad yesterday lmao. I have a weakness for stupid monster movies (we used to watch the shittiest syfy movies together when I was in hs. the shittier the better). I thought he'd like it because jason statham but he was meh about it

Last TV Show Watched: last one I was invested in was the new episode of percy jackson, but I did watch a little bit of that polish show high water on netflix the other day which seemed interesting

Last Book/Fic Finished: god I actually haven't been reading fic for a hot minute which is really surprising. probably my reread of of the northmost winds and skies by @jjackfrost. wasn't in the crossover fandom until earlier this year but actually adore that pairing. this is now my comfort longfic (+400k). it's so good, I read it and I wasn't even in the fandom at the time and it was amazing!!! all the characters are written so well, the voices and pov are great, the worldbuilding and storyling is amazing! I've gushed in the comments before but ugh I love it so so much. inject this into my mf veins

Last Book/Fic Abandoned: I don't really abandon fics, I just wait for them to get updated again. as for books, I really tried to get into loveless by alice oseman because aroace rep but I couldn't really get into it :/

Currently Reading: nothing at the moment (not going to list all the fics I'm waiting for updates for because I can't remember them all and the ones I can remember would take up like multiple pages lol)

Last Thing Researched for Art/Writing/Hyperfixation: ooo this is hard. technically speaking I've been hyperfixated on playing animal crossing so the most recent thing I looked up for that was what treasure islands were lmao

Favorite Online Fandom Memory: oooo I'm not sure actually? I really love having mutuals even if we don't talk. I also really enjoy when people engage with my posts and appreciate my tags and aus. I like sharing my thoughts and ideas with you guys and it's so heartwarming and validating when y'all enjoy it right back

Favorite Old Fandom You Wish Would Drag You Back In/Have A Resurgence: I agree with jolly, I miss siren dearly. can they just do a leverage in like five years and retcon the last season? thanks

Favorite Thing You Enjoy That Never Had an Active or Big "Fandom" but You Wish It Did: probably some of the kdramas I've watched. I adored the guest on netflix but there's no fandom. I really REALLY wanted some fix-it fics for the ending of my name but there weren't any because the fandom was too small :(

Tempting Project You're Trying to Rein In/Don't Have Time For: so many things that I jump between (the adhd of it all lmao). I really would like to make a leverage ot3: are they queer video essay and I have some stuff typed up BUT I work in the healthcare field and I'm really hesitant of putting myself on video because when you work in this field it can be weird if clients or employers find your channel. so that's technically on hold for privacy reasons rn. I also really want to learn how to sew and make clothes and my roommate has even offered to help (they used to do competitive cosplay) but I'm just very unmotivated. I want to get back into witchy things but don't have the mental energy to invest in that other than appreciating my stones

tagging 10 moots but anyone can play!!!: @leverageclips @all-things-breathing @digitaldiscipline @peachyteabuck @vampirewalterskinner @buzzmcnab @sidras-tak @my-beloved-lakes @kajaono @suddenrundown

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The delicate beginning rush

Chapter VII ~ mixed signals

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Pairing: Austin Butler x singer/actress fem reader

Warning: cursing, fluff, crying … idk that all I think

Plot: after meeting Joshua there’s a part of you that feels like he would be a wiser decision of a boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean you can just wash Austin away. FaceTime calls become your thing with him and all the mixed signals have you twisted.

Word count: ~6900

Disclaimer: everything is fake !!!

"Does this look ok?" I ask twirling around in front of my phone for Timmy to see. I'm in the bathroom of the studio cursing myself for not thinking to bring a backup outfit when I left the house, once again in sweats. "Sweet dumpling you're going with him on walk in the park, sweats is the best thing to wear." He says. "Ugh of course you think so, you're a boy." I sigh exasperated, throwing my hands up in the air.

Timothee giggles at my worked up stance, which only makes me more angry. "Ok that's it, I'm hanging up and calling Roxi." Before he gets to defend himself, I end the call and dial Roxanne on FaceTime. The only reason why she wasn't my first option to call, was because she got back very late last night and I wanted to let her sleep as much as possible. It takes a minute for her to pick up, but she does eventually do it. "Ugh what?" I wince a the fact that I woke her up from her sleep, beating myself up for being selfish here. "Need help, do I look ok to go out with Joshua?" I ask.

In a second, she sits up on the bed, trying to fix herself up a bit and concentrate on the matter at hand. Giving me a good look over, I can see the wheels in her head turning. "Yeah, it's a park date and you look extremely hot, just let your hair down." Taking the hair elastic out of my messy bun, I let my hair fall on my back, brushing my hands through it to detangled some of the knots. "Perfect!"

"Of I don't know what I'm doing Roxanne, last night all I could think of was Austin. He called me" clutching my head in my hands I rest my elbows against the bathroom sink. "He called?" She seems just as surprised as was when it happened. "Yeah" I nod. "He did and we cooked together, then he asked me to come over at his house in LA, so he can make me home made pizza, then we said good night, except he said: sweet dreams, my darling. My darling? What the fuck?" I vomit words at a fast speed, my voice raising a bit as I get more frustrated. "Woah (y/n) breathe, you're turning purple."

"I'm being serious Roxanne, what am I to understand from all of this? He has a girlfriend" this whole situation is so twisted and confusing, I've been dreaming all night of him, but here I am now, stressing for a date with another guy, because I have to get Austin out of my system. "I know and I am taking you serious. I don't know what to say, I think he likes you. Plus you said he told you the relationship was just PR, so maybe it doesn't count to him or Kaia." I see Roxanne's point of view, but still it's not that easy.

"Maybe, but the public eye still counts them as a couple and I don't want me and Austin to be dragged any more than we already have." She sighs, bringing the covers up to her nose, as I chew on my lips waiting for her input. "Well why don't you just see where this thing with Joshua goes and then you can talk to Austin-"

"Talk to him? Do you actually think I have the courage to do that?" I yell at her, cause she must be making fun of me. No way am I going to embarrass myself and tell him about my crush. "Ok but won't he know 'dandelions' is about him?" Biting at the inside of my cheek, I play with the ends of my sleeves. I have thought about it, of course I have, but I tried to make the song as vague as possible. "It's too vague for him to figure out."

"Are you sure? I mean..." I shake my head, not wanting to go over that hill just yet. "But you want to know what's the craziest thing?" I ask, picking her interest back up. "What?" Roxanne asks excitedly. "When we were talking at one point he saw the bracelet on my writs and he seemed jealous?!" I'm still not sure that's what he saw or if that was what his reaction meant, but it's the best I could come up with, to explain his behavior. Roxi gasps, covering her mouth with the blankets. "There you have it, he for sure likes you."

"But what if it was all in my head?" She's quick to shake her head. "Noooo first of all, he called you, then made sure you ate, then he invited you over, not to say he called you 'my darling'" she swoons on camera, making me giggle. But the nagging feeling in my stomach stays. "I have to go, I'm going to be late. Love you" I wave "Good luck!" She says throwing the phone somewhere on the bed before I end the call, giving me a good view of the ceiling.

Walking out of the bathroom still laughing, I hug Jack on my way out. Matt is already waiting for me in the car, driving in the direction of Central Park, as soon as I get in. Today is a beautiful day, the temperature is high enough that you don't need a jacket to keep warm, my favorite kind of weather. I put the window down and take big gulps of air, it's very rare that the air smells clean enough for it to be enjoyable, so I'm profiting of it now.

Central Park looks beautiful this time of year, it's still too early into spring for any over the top nature growth, but it's late enough in the winter time, that the grass is a dark fresh green. Joshua is waiting for me right where I told him to, wearing a grey sweater and black shorts, which seems a bit too little clothing for the day, but whatever if he's not cold who am I to tell him what to wear. A smile paints itself on his lips when he sees me and I can't help but reciprocate.

"Hello." He says going in for a hug which I welcome putting my arms around him, hiding my face in the crook of his neck enjoying his minty scent. "Hi!" I whisper back and Joshua laughs a bit, making me relax in his embrace. "You look gorgeous!" He says, after letting me go and roaming his eyes over my frame. "Thank you!" I try to play it cool, but I know I'm blushing a deep red shade.

"After you!" He says, motioning for me to walk forward, imitating a valet and rotating his hand dramatically, which causes me to smile. I start walking and he follows me close, only a few inches away from me, our dangling hands barely touching. There's this irresistible current between our hands and when his pinky finger brushes the back of my hand, I pull it away, bringing it to my chest. "Sorry." He says looking forward and licking his lips. With my heart beating out of my chest, I decide to just take a leap of faith and I slowly reach my hand out to tangle my fingers with his. We lock eyes and in that moment this doesn't feel right nor wrong, it just feels numb, a burning question being branded into my brain: how would it feel to hold hands with Austin?

Shaking my head, I blink looking forward, I can't think like that, I'm with Joshua right now and Austin has a girlfriend. I laugh at myself a bit, I keep telling myself the only thing stopping me from fully accepting my crush is Kaia, but I know it's in fact just my own stupid insecurities. "What's your favorite color?" Joshua asks, breaking the silence. "Hm red? Or purple. Yours?" He smiles at me, before answering. "Light blue, just like the sky right now." As if on queue, we look up at the clear sky. The same shade of blue as Austin's eyes, I notice, so I have to force my eyes away. "It's a good choice for a favorite color." I mumble as I drag him over to the grass, before sitting down. Joshua sits next to me, playing with the hem of his sweater. This meet cute feels so different form the previous one, it's like there's this awkwardness between us.

"Did I do something?" I ask out of fear, that I might be the culprit in this. He's quick to deny with a shake of his head. "No, I'm just, well I don't mean to pry, but that article." I suck in a breath, praying to god his next words will be anything but the judgement I expect, because I don't think I can hold it together if he's about to say something mean. "It's nothing, I know how the press works" Joshua says, holding his hands up. "I was just wondering, are you and Austin?" He doesn't dare to actually speak the words, leaving the question hanging. I brush a nervous hand through my hair, picking my next words carefully, licking my lips, before speaking. "We're friends, just friends." Why did that hurt? It's the truth, so why did it hurt? Oh, yeah, because I like him and I want him to be more.

"Oh, ok, cool cool" Joshua says, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. And then there's silence again, awkward silence. I absentmindedly pick at the grass, counting in my head up to 100, to occupy my mind, because if I let it sail free it will go back to Austin. "So I saw that you were in the studio yesterday, how's it working?" He asks. "It's good, it feels amazing to give my words meaning through music. I used to write them just as poems and now I have to make up melodies for them, which only adds to the power of what I'm saying."

"So if you were to choose, lyrics over melody or melody over lyrics?" This catches me a little off guard and it takes a second to come up with an answer. "Lyrics." I say confident in my choice. "Why?" Joshua pushes. "I love words and yeah I guess, as I said, melody adds some power to them, but I'm the kind of person that listens more to the lyrics than the actual melody." He listens to me closely, while his eyes search for mine. When we lock eyes there's this connection between us. It takes my breath away and I fiddle around with the bracelet on my wrist, which causes Joshua to look down. He smiles, moving one hand over to my wrist. He twists the bracelet around so that the purple gem faces him and he brushes his fingers over it. "You like it?"

His eyes lock back onto mine, glimmering with excitement. "I do." Pleased with my answers he brings my wrist up to his lips, kissing it tenderly, while holding eye contact. My cheeks feel hot and I can't help the way my heart skips a beat. "I'm glad" he says.

I clear my throat and take my hand out of his, ignoring the voice in the back of my head saying not to. "Do you want to play a game?" I suggest, even though I have no game in mind that we could play to make time pass. "Sure" he says, leaning back on his hands. "What game?"

"I haven't thought that far in advance" I confess laughing. "Truth or dare?" He suggests and even though that game always felt kind of like a trap, I agree. "Ok ladies first."

"Truth or dare?" I ask and Joshua replies instantly. "Truth" tapping my pointer against my chin, I think of something to ask, if it were me and Austin playing this game I'd have so much to ask, but with Joshua there's not much I'd like to know. Taking a cold shower mentally, I focus back on the task. "Favorite flavor of ice cream" he giggles before answering. "The classic chocolate" of course he'd like chocolate.

"Truth or dare?" What if I wanted to be a little risky? "Dare" ok I might regret that later, but the adrenaline I feel, is a plus for now, so I'll focus on that. "Do a hand stand" I laugh thinking he's joking, but I can see that he's very much not. "Ok but I'll need some help"

"Sure" we both stand up, shaking some of the dust off of our clothes. Sighing I bend over and prompt my palms in the grass, spreading my fingers. "Ok I'll hold your legs. On one" I breathe in "two" he puts a hand on the small of my back and the other before my thighs. "Three" I halt my legs up in the air and he helps me up, holding me by the waist. My top is sliding down, but he's quick to catch it and hold it up so that I'm not exposed. "I can't believe I'm doing this" I say surprised by the fact that actually managed to do it.

Joshua chuckles asking if I'm ready to come back down. "Yeah, I'm ready" I say and he supports me as I put my feet back down. Standing up straight feels weird with all the blood that had rushed to my head, but he catches me before I fall, holding me close to him. Our faces are inches apart, our breaths merging into one. I don't know who moved first, but his lips brush against mine and when I don't pull back he tightens his arms around my waist, deepening the kiss. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let myself be engulfed by the kiss, his warm lips dancing in sink with mine. I feel butterflies in my stomach and dizzy in the head.

"Wow" he says pulling back a bit, holding his forehead glued to mine, both breathing heavy from the previous lack of air. I feel like Joshua is expecting me to say something, but I don't know what I should say. The kiss felt nice, but it felt no more passionate than the ones I had to do on screen for a script, it lacked something. It lacked someone. Or maybe I'm just self sabotaging.

Screwing my eyes shut, I take a deep breath. "I think we should probably stay friends" I say, taking a step back, working on unclasping the bracelet for around my wrist. I see the hurt in Joshua's eyes, but I know that if I don't do this now, we'll get too far down a road that will lead nowhere. "I'm sorry if I moved too fast, I should've-" he says and pain shoots through my chest. "N-no it's n-not I'm n-not. Please just - I'm sorry. I just don't think I feel like that for you." Lie, that's a lie, but I won't admit that now, I'm not yet ready to, tears sting my eyes and the breath gets caught in my chest.

"Please understand, I don't want to hurt you, I think we're better off as friends, I understand if you don't want me to still do the music video with you" closing his eyes, Joshua shakes his head. "No I still want you to do it, if you want to and I guess I appreciate you being honest" he takes my hands, which are still struggling to get the bracelet undone. "But please keep the bracelet, it's a gift." I hate the glossy look in his eyes, knowing I'm responsible for the tears he tries to hold back.

"O- ok, um I should go" I say dropping his hands and walking away. I try to keep my footing normal, but all I want is to get in the car and get home. I find Matt waiting by the car on a park bench and without a word I get in. "Everything ok miss?" He asks concerned, turning to look at me from his drivers seat. My tears start flowing and through the thick curtain of salty water pouring from my eyes I can see he's trying to stay calm, but half failing. "Y-yes I , I'm - he's"

"Did he try something?" Matt says through gritted teeth and I shake my head, wiping away at my tears. "No I just, I think I was mean? I said I just want to be friends"

"And did he push for more?" He asks, giving me a good look over. "No, but I just feel bad for rejecting him." Finally Matt relaxes in his seat, turning back to face the wheel. He turns on the radio and we drive away, no more questions asked.

Getting home, feels nice, my apartment is warm and as soon as I fall on the couch, my two cats come to cuddle with me. The mistake I make is checking my phone, only to see that, me and Joshua were photographed by the paparazzi. They caught us kissing and him helping me do the hand stand. I resist the urge to look at the comments and instead I open FaceTime.

I don't know what goes through my head when my finger rests on top of Austin's name or what ungodly force pushes my finger to actually tap the name and make the call. I panic and I try to hang up, but Austin is way too fast answering, before my better judgment wins. "Hey ther- (y/n)? What's wrong? Were you crying?" Austin asks concerned and I look at my face in the corner of the screen, my eyes are red and puffy and my cheeks are wet with tears. "No" using the back of my hand I wipe at my face, trying to rid of the evidence that I have been bawling my eyes out.

"Please tell me what's wrong" he pleads. "I kissed Joshua and then I told him I want to be just friends" Austin sighs, brushing a hand through his hair. "And did he not take it well?"

"No he was sweet about it, I just feel bad" he smiles at me, which kind of makes me feel better, I don't know why, but it does. "That's sweet of you, but you shouldn't be crying, unless of course you didn't mean to say it." There a twinkle in his eye, almost like he's hoping that's not the case. "No, no I meant it. I just, it didn't feel right, it felt scripted, in a way." I say, trying to explain why I did what I did. "Well there's nothing wrong with the fact that you didn't reciprocate his feelings." Austin says licking his lips.

My eyes get fixated on the pink plush skin of his lips and suddenly I realize I had no business calling him, we are friends I guess, but this is something I should talk about with Timmy and Roxanne, not Austin, we're not that close yet, we barely know each other. "I'm sorry, you're probably busy and I don't even know why I called you." I try to excuse myself, making him laugh. Oh gosh how good his laugh sounds, it's like the sound rings through my bones, turning them to jelly. "No worries, darling, I don't mind"

'Darling', there it is again, that unholy pet name. My tears are long forgotten, but my cheeks keep burning hot, blushing at his every action. "You look so pretty when you blush" Austin mumbles under his breath, almost like he's hoping I can't hear him. But I did hear him, loud and clear, blushing harder and sucking my lips, to stop the whimper resting on my tongue to fall. Austin is now just a frozen picture on my screen, eyes wide open and mouth agape. No one dares to speak, so there's just thick silence filling the air.

"I should go, I have to go over at Taylor's house." I mumble looking away from the screen and picking myself up from the couch. "Sure, yeah, talk soon, (y/n)" I offer him a shy smile, before ending the call. Trying to grip myself back to earth I count my breaths, while I get ready. Putting on a simple dark blue, long sleeve velvet dress and black tights, I braid my hair and apply some perfume. Checking myself out it the mirror, I conclude that I look pretty.

"Come on Matt, I don't want to be late for dinner." I say running out of my bedroom, finding Matt waiting by the elevator already. He smiles at me. "You look very beautiful miss." He says, holding a hand out, making sure the doors to the elevator don't close as I walk in. "Thank you" smiling I lean back against the wall and enjoying the short ride, applying some lip balm before walking out. Slipping into the back seat of the black SUV, I pull my phone out to tell Taylor I'll be there in 20 minutes. The New York dawn is a sight to remember, since it's still cold out, there's steam coming out of the pipeline underneath the city, the steam getting colored by the slowly setting sun. Shades of blue, pink, red and yellow, creating this beautiful painting, of ethereal scenery.

"Text me 20 minutes before you need me to come get you miss, have a good night!" Matt says, as I slide out of the car, saying goodbye to him. I can't wait to see Taylor and talk to her about this whole situation I have on my hands. We speak often, but it's been like a good week since we got the chance to really talk, she was over in London and I was busy, but as of next week I'm supposed to be back in the studio with her as she begins the recording of her new album.

I say 'Hello' to the security and make my way to her door, which she opens expectedly, coming my way with her arms stretched out for a hug. "Ugh I missed you terribly, (y/n)!" Taylor says, welcoming me in. "Hi Joe!" I say and he comes over to share a hug as well. "And hello to you too Benjamin." I lift up the fluffy cat and it starts purring. "Nice to see you, (y/n)" Joe says. Just like Taylor, he is a very nice person and despite the age gap between me and them, we all find each other's company entertaining, so dinner nights like this are an often occurrence, sometimes some more of our friends join, but tonight is just us three.

We make our way into their living room and sit down on the couch. "Do you want wine?" Joe asks going to the kitchen to grab glasses, I know I'm not 21, but in Europe I'm have the appropriate age to drink, so stop judging. "Yes, please." As he disappears into the kitchen, Taylor wiggles her brows at me, before speaking. "So when were you going to tell me you have a boyfriend?" She asks squealing. I blush, trying to hide my face behind Benjamin's furry head. "I don't, he asked me to be in a music video for him and I agreed, then he asked me for lunch and I went, but then we went on that stupid walk and he kissed me and I said I want to be just friends." I vent to her.

"And did you mean it?" I shrug my shoulders, not really knowing the answer, at the time when the kiss happened I was so sure, but the more I think about it the more I doubt it. "Earlier I did, but now?" Sighing I take the glass from Joe, thanking him, before he goes back to the kitchen. He's respectful and knows when some discussions are just for me and Taylor, so he busies himself with taking care of dinner, letting us girls to our own devices. "Ok, but you wrote a song?" I lift a brow at her, not really surprised that Jack told her about 'Dandelions'. She blushes sipping from the glass. "I did, but it's not about Joshua" that's when I get to read a thousand emotions over her face, worry, confusion, curiosity, excitement, all at once. "It's about-" I move my eyes to the side not daring to say his name. I haven't actually admitted Austin is the object of my inspiration for writing 'Dandelions'. Sure Roxi knew about it, but she said it and I just nodded, I didn't actually get to say the words out loud.

"(Y/n)" Taylor says setting her glass down, taking the one I have in hand and doing the same. She then cups both my hands in hers, smoothing the skin over my knuckles. "I saw some of the pictures and you know I hate the media, more then some and I know better then anyone how vicious and untrustworthy it is, but no matter I feel like it's my responsibility as your friend to tell you this. I've been 19 and I've met 30 year olds and they are charming and enticing, but they have no business dating someone ten years younger." I sigh deeply, knowing she is right, but then there's this loud voice in the back of my head saying "he's different", but how could I know, when I just met him. "I know, I just, the song came to me and I couldn't stop writing. Taylor I don't understand myself" before I even know it I'm crying again, my mind is too confused over what's happening. All the mixed signals and all my emotions have been toying with me.

Taylor brings me closer to her, hugging me and letting me cry on her shoulder. "I don't know what to tell you, other then it's so easy to get swept away." She soothes me. "But w-what if-f h-he nice, what i-if he likes me?" She sighs, petting my back as I shake in her arms. "And then there was that stupid article, they called me a serial dater, saying I'm going for another girl's boyfriend, bringing my parents into this." I feel Taylor squeeze me harder, trying to calm me down a bit. I look up from her shoulder as I hear the floor creak and see Joe come in, with a sympathetic smile, handing me a tissue as he sits in a chair across from us. "If I may be allowed to say something" he starts in his thick British accent. "I don't think you should be reading anything the media writes, especially now when you're growing. Developing feelings for people is sacred and it's no one's business. We humans are very susceptible, so reading stuff like that won't clear things. Maybe just let yourself be a lil more free, live in your narrative, not theirs" he's right, reading shit on the internet has often influenced my everyday life and my chronic fear of feelings only got lit up by that article. "(Y/n) do you think you rejected Joshua just because of that piece of crap?" Taylor asks.

I give it a thought, as it seems like something I would do. It did seem a little strange that after all the attraction I felt towards Joshua, I just didn't feel it anymore. "I don't know. Thank you Joe, for the kind words" I say directing a smile his way. "And that doesn't make things with Austin any easier. I like him, I'm sure of it, I can't stop thinking about him. I don't feel like that for Joshua, I mean yeah I guess I find him attractive and such, but I don't have him on my mind all the time like I do..." Taylor's eyes look sad hearing me talk, I guess that for her it feels like looking at a young version of herself doing the same mistakes again. "I can't tell you how to go about it, (y/n). I haven't met Austin, maybe he is a nice guy, just because I've dated douchesbags, doesn't make every 30 year old, one." I can tell that she only half means what she's saying, but I can see she feels for me and understands, probably better than anyone. "Maybe give Joshua another shot? Best romances start with being friends first. You're still young and it's hard to distinguish between lust and love" Taylor says. "Plus dating is about finding what you like, sometimes it take a couple of tries to get it right, so there's no need for pressure of commitment." Joe adds, sharing a knowing look with Taylor. The two of them are so in love, it basically radiates off of them.

Giggling at their love sick affection, I wipe the rest of my tears away. "How about we get some food in our bellies?" Joe suggests clapping his hands and rubbing them together, before standing up. "Ok yeah, I'm kinda hungry." I admit, following them into their dining room, where the table has been beautifully set. The food smells amazing, making my mouth water. "This looks amazing as always." I compliment sitting down, ready to dive into the food. "Thank you, (y/n)!" Joe says, as he starts cutting up the turkey he cooked, placing in on each of our plates. "So any new songs?" I ask, eating some of the food, watching Taylor nod excitedly. "Yes, oh my god, I have a new one, but it's not done, I'll play it for you. I've really been loving this new concept, sleepless nights, you know, words just come to me so easily." She says, making me chuckle.

"Mmh don't I know it, I haven't been sleeping in a week, writing songs at 3 am has become a bad habit." I know for sure the dark circles under my eyes tell exactly that. Before this whole debacle with Austin and Joshua, the Met kept me up and now I'm back into that vicious cycle of sleeping 3 to 4 hours a night. "How many more songs do you need till the album is done?" Joe chimes in, directing the question my way. "I'd like to have like 15 songs? And well right now I have 12? Yeah, around that."

"Any features?" Taylor asks and I answer by shaking my head. "Not yet, but I've been writing this song "Past life" and I feel like a male feature would sound amazing on it, but we'll see" I say shrugging my shoulders.

The rest of dinner flying by quite quickly, filled with funny jokes and music. Before I leave Taylor plays me her latest song which she called "Mastermind". A song talking about how strategic women have to be in relationships, to get it right.

Saying my goodbyes to them, I hug them and head down, where Matt waits for me, to drive me back. I can't get Taylor's song out of my mind, I can definitely claim this will be my favorite off of the new album she's working on. I can't wait to record the background vocals for it. My phone buzzes pulling my out of my train of thought. Looking at it I smile at the name popping up on my screen and answer without a second thought.

"How was dinner?" Austin asks smiling brightly at me. "It was great, Joe cooked some great turkey, it was delicious." I say and make Austin laugh, showing him the doggy bag they gave me for home. "They even gave me extra" I say just in case me showing him the bag wasn't enough, which makes him laugh more. Matt opens my door, helping me out of the car and I mouth a low "thank you", before stepping into the elevator and waving at him. "Are you just now getting home?" Austin asks me. "Yeah" I sigh, sitting down on the elevator floor, my legs tired from all the standing and walking I did today. "Did you just sit on the elevator floor?" Austin questions, smiling from ear to ear and scrunching up his nose, making me mirror him. His happy energy rubbing off on me. "Maybe" I say biting my lip to stop myself from laughing.

Austin rolls around in his bed, rubbing his face into the pillows. "Ugh I had like a thousand interviews today, all the same fucking questions." I giggle at his frustration and get up walking into my apartment, heading straight for the kitchen, after I take off my shoes. "Been there done that, but I tell you it gets better once you get to do talk shows, especially if you do Fallon, Jimmy is the funniest ever." I say, as I put food for Simba and William, the two coming quickly to eat. "Yeah, I guess, it's still a bit too much." He says dragging a hand over his face, then he focuses his eyes back on the screen. "You look very pretty tonight by the way." Austin states making me blush, so I hide my face behind my hands. "Hey none of that, come on show me your beautiful eyes." Austin demands

I remove my hands from my face, blushing terribly as my breath is coming in short gasps. I hear my heart beating in my ears, feeling dizzy. He has to stop saying things like this, talking like this. I swallow thickly as he looks at me, deep blue eyes burning holes through me, making me feel like a small gem being watched through a glass window. His stare is so strong and soft at the same time. Austin licks his lips, biting them, making me wish I could feel how soft they were. "What are we doing?" I whisper, not expecting my thought to come out loud, surprising both me and him.

Austin's eyes are still locked on me, as he sits up on his bed, scratching his chest. His naked chest, he doesn't have a shirt on. "Talking?" He questions faking not knowing what I meant. He's either avoiding it as to not embarrass me or because just like me, he doesn't understand what this is. This delicate beginning rush, we feel when we talk to each other, when we see one another. "Why?" I ask, pushing further, even when every fiber in me, screams to stop, to let it go, to enjoy the rush of the moment. "I like talking to you" he says, blushing.

Blushing?! He's blushing? My heart picks up faster, feeling like it's about to fly out of my chest. I try to breathe deep and I clench my fists around the velvet fabric of my dress, making an effort to stop my body from trembling. "It's late, you should get to sleep, night my darling!" Austin says and I'm left with my mouth agape, not getting a chance to answer before he ends the call.

"My darling" he called me that again. I can understand one time being a little mistake, but a second time? He's toying with me, he must be. And I wish I could say that all the things people around me have been saying didn't get to me, but they did. Everything I've been hearing ever since meeting Austin, is to be cautious and smart, to not let myself fall, but I'm afraid I already fell. And now I feel this fear building inside me, fear of getting hurt. I'm not stupid, I understand how he's too old and I'm too young, but the fact that so far this and his fake girlfriend, have been the only reasons keeping me from crushing on him, tells how little I know him.

Stepping into the bathroom, undressing, I turn on the shower, looking at myself in the mirror. You can read, the amount of sleep I've been losing, on my face. Closing my eyes I see flashes of him, his smile and his eyes, I even hear his laugh ringing in my ears. I'm going crazy.

Breathing in, I let the boiling water soak me from head to toe, wishing for it to relax my petrified muscles, but to no avail, I'm too tense. Giving up on trying to relax, I get out, drying myself quickly and putting on pajamas, going straight to the piano. I'm tired but I don't feel sleep crawling up on me, so the best thing to do is sit down at the piano and play until hopefully I can sleep.

Thinking back to Taylor's song, I play it over and over again, until it's 3:15 am and I'm still at the piano, pushing the keys with my now, numb fingers. Picking up my phone I open the camera and rest it on the piano, to film myself. I look like a mess, with hooded eyes and tangled damp hair. "Hi Taylor, um I've been thinking, since I left, I loved the song and the concept of it, you know. Um and I just was thinking, there's a starting point to everything, so why is this girl in our narrative so strategic? Something happened right? In the past." I put some of my hair behind my ears, playing the piano softly. "So I asked myself, what started my overthinking and over analyzing? So I kinda wrote a verse?" I wince a bit at myself, this is the second time I highjack one of her songs. "So here it goes, I'm sorry in advance"

I keep playing and then start singing.

"No one wanted to play with me as a little kid

So I've been scheming like a criminal ever since

To make them love me and make it seem effortless

This is the first time I've felt the need to confess

And I swear

I'm only cryptic and Machiavellian

'Cause I care

So I told you none of it was accidental

And the first night that you saw me

Nothing was gonna stop me

I laid the groundwork, and then

Saw a wide smirk on your face

You knew the entire time

You knew that I'm a mastermind

And now you're mine

Yeah, all you did was smile

'Cause I'm a mastermind"

I finish playing and take the phone in hand, bringing the camera close to my face, giving the worst possible angle of myself. "Ok that's it, anyway, tell me what you think, sorry for bothering you and for pushing myself on this, you don't have to like it or add it or anything. Um anyway it's like 3:30 am so I should sleep, talk soon" I end the video and send it to her, knowing she's see it in the morning.

After that I run up to my room and jump on my fluffy bed, praying to get some sleep, before my 8 am alarm starts ringing. As my body sinks into the soft bed, my thoughts go blank for the first time in so long and I find sleep takes over me, dreamless resting sleep. Rare, but so sweet.

When my phone rings at 8 am I'm too tired to wake up just yet, so I shoot a quick text to Levis telling him that I'm sleeping in today. I put my phone on silent and get back to sleep, but it's not the same dreamless sleep as before.

I'm in my living room and it's dark, soft music playing in the background, music I quickly recognize as being my song - Dandelions. Everything is a bit blurry and in slow motion. Then out of the dark a figure makes it's way over to me. The musky, citrusy smell lighting my senses on fire as Austin circles his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. "You wished on a dandelion for me, well here I am darling. My darling." His lips brush my cheek, his hot breath fanning over my skin, raising goosebumps everywhere. I tremble in his embrace and try to move my head to get a good look at him, but my eyes can't focus, it's weird and I feel the anxiety creeping up on me as I try to see him, but everything is hazy. "Austin" I say, but it's like my voice is coming from under water, muffled and weak. "My darling" it's all he says, tightening his arms around my waist, making my knees go weak as I melt into him. "My Austin" I say giving in. "My darling" he repeats, like it's the only thing he knows.

Suddenly I'm woken up by something jumping up on my chest. Sitting up quickly, I cause William to fall rolling on the bed. I grab the kitty and bring him close to my chest, whispering little apologies. I try to come back to the real world, but I can still feel Austin's breath on my skin. I need to find a way to shake him off, this is getting out of hand. Taking my phone from the night stand, I ignore all notifications and open the message app, texting Joshua.

Me:

Want 2 come over 4 dinner? @ my place?

🎶Joshua🎶:

Yeah, text me the address. What time should I be there?

Me:

6 pm, sound good?

🎶Joshua🎶:

C u at 6pm

Me:

Can't wait 💟

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years

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a camilo x reader song fic with taylor swift's "The Story Of Us" 🫶

"the story of us"

summary:

— Falling apart and breaking up, you and Camilo meet again at a party after a few years. The two of you were fighting to ignore each other, pretending to not care. So, is this how the story of you and Camilo ends?

genre:

— songfic & modern au

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— mild cussing

a/n:

— kinda late but i hope you enjoy anon!

No matter how thick your clothing was, it never seemed to protect you from the shiver you felt during this weather. Today seemed colder than ever. You trudged to your kitchen to fix a warm drink before grabbing your phone and settling down. While scrolling down social media, a phone call interrupts you. With a raised brow, you answered the call.

"[Name]!!!"

"Hey, [Friend's Name]. What's up?"

"I was wondering if you're free tonight?"

Your friend on the other line asked, you hummed for a moment, thinking. Your schedule for later wasn't hectic, but you wonder why your friend wants to know.

"I think so, why?"

"Do you wanna tag along at this party?"

"It depends..."

"Come on! It's going to be fun! I'll guarantee it"

"Fine, but you owe me"

"Sure, sure, whatever. Catch you later byeeeee!"

You chuckled as your friend hangs up. It's silly how you can't say no to your friend. Parties may not be your strongest suit but it's not always that bad, it's not like you hate parties, most of them are great if the people there aren't problematic. You shrug to yourself, one little party wouldn't hurt, right?

You decided to finish all of your chores before preparing your outfit for tonight's party. Nothing too flashy or bland, just something you're comfortable with. Eventually, you texted your friend and as the evening arrives, they went to pick you up and take you to the party.

Upon arriving, you notice a large number of people present. Luckily, it wasn't too overwhelming as you went inside the place where the party was being held at. There were drinks, food, and music played by a band. It was like every typical party you've been to. You followed your friend around and talked for a while until the rest of your other friends showed up. You had fun with your friend group, convinced that this was going to be a good night.

All of a sudden, you whip your head around to see a familiar set of hazel eyes. You nearly dropped the drink in your hand when you realized whose eyes were that. You blinked several times, wishing it to be only your imagination. But to your dismay, it was real. Curly brown hair, sunkissed skin, and a laugh that used to bring butterflies to your stomach. There was no mistaking it.

"Holy shit...is that Camilo?"

One of your friends pointed out. Your throat goes dry at the sound of his name. Quickly, your mood changes, and you no longer wanted to stay here. You frowned at your friend.

"You didn't tell me that he's going to be here?!"

"We didn't know, [Name]!"

Your friends explained. You glared at them and at Camilo, who was across the room, laughing with a bunch of people. You groaned.

"I'm leaving"

"Oh come on! We know whatever happened between you two was nasty but you moved on, right? He shouldn't be having any effect on you, [Name]"

"Ugh, you don't know what it feels like to be in the same room with your ex"

You told them before walking away, your friends called for you but you ignored them. You stopped at the corner of the room, trying to calm yourself down but Camilo decides to stroll by and accidentally meet your eyes. He looked horrified that he recognized who you are, you freeze on your spot. How did it get this way?

"I don't feel like this is working at all, [Name]"

A younger version of Camilo told you. With furrowed brows, you walked over to him and grabbed his arms.

"What do you mean, Camilo?"

"Lo siento, but I think we should end this"

You gasped, and tears immediately began welling up in your eyes. After so many years of being together, all the laughing, crying, hugging, and kissing. Now, it's coming to an end. You can no longer see the sparks in his eyes when he first met you.

"No, you wouldn't do this!"

"I can't be like this with you anymore, [Name]"

"What? You're unhappy being with me?"

"No, I do feel happy when I'm with you but I'm afraid it won't last long and I don't want to see where that goes"

"When you got jealous while I was with other people, did I get angry?"

You bring it up and it causes Camilo to frown at you. He denies it but you point a finger at him, telling him all his flaws. It makes him mad as he does the same until it turns into a nasty fight, with him storming out of the door and you not realizing the tears rolling down your cheeks.

"You know what, I'm glad we're finally ending this, Camilo!"

"The feeling's mutual, I finally don't get to deal with your shitty attitude"

"Same here asshole!"

"¡Adiós para siempre!"

He slams the door in front of you and it goes quiet. It takes a minute for you to fully break down on your knees, crying and hiccuping. You replay the fight over and over in your head, sending needles to prick your heart knowing the love of your life is no longer there to hold you in his arms. It was over, and it was the truth you had to carry with you through the rest of the years.

You gulped. You recalled the fight you had with him after many years of burying it at the back of your mind, you sniffed and broke eye contact with him. You find another place to stay away from him, you feel your pride swell in you as you decided to not acknowledge him at all.

Camilo was baffled to see you at the party, he too remembers the dispute you two shared before officially falling apart. A nasty feeling forms at the back of his throat as he walks away, ignoring you from the corner of his eye. The two of you fought a silent battle, to ignore each other, to act not to care.

As much as you looked coldly on the exterior, on the inside, it's killing you. You send a glare to Camilo, who's doing good at acting like you don't exist. You feel alone standing in a crowded room. Truthfully, you wanted to tell him how you missed him, but you didn't know how. You weren't mad anymore, just sad. You fidged at your clothes, secretly glancing at Camilo, hoping he'd look your way again but he doesn't.

It fucking sucked feeling this way, you felt so hopeless. When you thought you had to suffer longer, your eyes caught the band on stage, an idea lights up in your mind as you make your way to it. With a little courage, you managed to persuade the band to play a tune for you to sing along to. So, you walked on stage, hands shaking as you grabbed the microphone at the stand.

Drums kicked in followed by electric guitars, it was loud enough to catch everyone's attention at the party. They all gathered to listen closely to the lively music on stage. You inhaled.

"I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us. How we met, and the sparks flew instantly"

"People would say they're the lucky ones"

You began to sing. Your friends see you on the stage and cheered. As confidence filled you, it wavered when you noticed Camilo looking at you from the crowd.

"I used to know my place was a spot next to you. Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat"

"'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on"

Camilo was surprised to hear you singing, but he doesn't complain about it. Instead, he sticks around to listen to you more.

"Oh, a simple complication. Miscommunications lead to fall out"

"So many things that I wish you knew. So many walls up, I can't break through"

You pushed yourself to sing louder, wishing you delivered the line right for your ex in the crowd to understand.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

The people around him danced along to you singing the chorus, having a great time. Camilo was conflicted if he should too but he's thinking about what you're singing about.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

"Next Chapter"

You find yourself loosening up and dancing along with the music, slightly distracting you from Camilo's intense gaze on you.

"How'd we end up this way? See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy"

"And you're doing your best to avoid me"

He listens to you sing the second verse, his face was impassive but internally, he's affected by you and what you just said that's clearly about him.

"I'm starting to think, one day, I'll tell the story of us. How I was losing my mind when I saw you here"

"But you held your pride like you should've held me"

Your voice was filled with sincere emotion as your eyes landed on Camilo's, hurting and hoping at the same time.

"Oh, I'm scared to see the ending. Why are we pretending this is nothing?"

"I'd tell you I miss you, but I don't know how. I never heard silence quite this loud"

The people were quick to dismiss what the song meant but it hits him in the face in so many ways. It hurt more than a slap, Camilo thought if this was your way of getting revenge on him for hurting you long ago.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

You confidently sing the chorus, smiling a little at the sight of the audience cheering and dancing along to the beat. But your eyes were fixated on your ex who was pursing his lips, you prayed he won't leave midway through the song.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

The guitar solo kicks in, it slowly reaches the bridge of the song and still, Camilo doesn't know what to say. He's distracted by the shimmer in your eyes, the tiny smile on your lips, and how he wanted to hold you again.

"This is looking like a contest. Of who can act like they care less"

"But I liked it better when you were on my side"

Your voice comes out softly, the melody was gentle as you try to convey what you truly feel through your singing. There was no stopping what you started.

"The battle's in your hands now. But I would lay my armor down"

"If you say you'd rather love than fight"

Camilo can feel himself bursting with emotion. He does want to choose to love than fight, he's tired of pretending he doesn't care when he does. Yet something is still holding him back.

"So many things that you wish I knew. But the story of us might be ending soon"

You feel your chest tighten for a moment, you didn't want tonight to end. You don't want to leave and never see Camilo again. You reach the chorus again.

"Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room. And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

He feels you pour your heart out on the song, and he smiles. Camilo missed you but he's afraid that he'll ruin everything and hurt you again. He holds back his tears, feeling his emotions kill him.

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, when it all broke down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now, now, now"

You hit a high note and you hear everybody cheer and clap for you. But you didn't focus on getting all the glory, you only focused on the boy with hazel eyes you're still in love with.

"And we're not speaking"

"And I'm dying to know. Is it killing you like it's killing me? Yeah"

"I don't know what to say. Since a twist of fate, 'cause we're down"

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now"

It takes Camilo the entire song to realize he still loves you and that he wants you back. He doesn't want the story of you and him to end. But you bring your lips close to the mic.

"The end"

You said as the song ends. Shouting and clapping fill the room as you exit the stage. Your heart was beating fast as you caught your breath. It was amazing that you just did that. You wiped the sweat off your forehead when you hear footsteps approach backstage. Your heart leaps out of your chest when you see it was Camilo.

"[Name]..."

He says breathlessly and it merely brings you to your knees, how you missed hearing him say your name. Camilo takes the risk to come closer, you were just as beautiful as the day he met you. Your eyes couldn't believe it when you saw the same sparks in his eyes when you first saw him.

"Camilo..."

"[Name] I...I'm sorry. For being such a dick and leaving you that day. I'm sorry for also ignoring you here"

You were speechless at his sudden apology, and it tugs on your heartstrings. Swiftly, you pounce at him with an embrace. Camilo quickly reciprocates and holds unto you for dear life. He buries his face in the crook of your neck.

"I've missed you, Camilo"

"Me too, mi amor"

Your eyes go wet when he called you that, he hasn't called you that in years and hearing it again felt like coming back home. You pull away and Camilo grabs the sides of your face, softly.

"Can we start over again? Can this story not end yet?"

"Camilo, the story of us is...over"

He frowns, and disappointment spreads on his features until you smiled and went to rub your thumb on his cheek. Camilo looks at you, he couldn't be happier seeing the love in your eyes.

"But that doesn't mean it doesn't deserve a sequel"

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shivunin · 1 year

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gestures of affection - 21 for any pairing, 6 for Fenris and Hawke 💖

So---I know you said "pairing" but once I got this idea into my head I couldn't let it go. If you'd still like the prompt in a romantic context, I don't mind doing it twice c:

(Also, the Fenhawke one is coming as soon as I give it a solid edit. I will tag you!)

21. Holding out a box of tissues/offering a handkerchief when they are sick/crying (Arianwen & Alistair) (from this list)

Something to Cry About

By the time they finally left Redcliffe, all four of them were dragging. Arianwen didn’t try to speed up; she didn’t mind lagging behind the rest while they made their way back to camp and the rest of their party. It was unlikely that anyone would need her to show the way—and walking back here gave her a chance to observe the rest of them more closely without them paying any attention.

The assassin had clearly decided his most important task going forward was to needle Wynne. Arianwen couldn’t entirely blame him; the woman had her kind moments, but she was altogether too sanctimonious for Tabris’s liking, and anyone who opened a conversation by asking how one felt about being a murderer was clearly looking for a fight.

So: the two of them bickered in the front and then, ten steps behind them, Alistair trudged up the hill. He was the one Arianwen was actually worried about—he’d spoken little since they’d left Redcliffe, and she was certain the long walk back to the Circle would be hard for him, too.

What would I feel like, she’d wondered after they’d spoken to Bann Teagan, if it had been the man who’d raised me dying of poison in bed upstairs somewhere?

Well. She wasn’t sure how she would have felt before, but now she wouldn’t be all that calm. Alistair might look like he was handling it, but she doubted that greatly. The problem was—if she asked him about it, he’d almost certainly tell her, and she didn’t think she could handle a discussion.

Tabris mulled this over as they crossed out of Redcliffe proper and into the surrounding hills. As she’d anticipated, Alistair disappeared shortly after they reached camp. Wen hesitated on the periphery, her hand wrapped around the silver necklace she’d found in the castle.

It still didn’t seem…wise to befriend the man. But she was fooling herself if she thought she still disliked him, and Wen was no fool.

What was one step further? Might as well admit they were actually friends, and friends made sure their friends were alright.

“This is stupid,” she muttered to herself, and stomped back out of the camp again after him.

When she found him at last, he was crouched with his back against a tree and his shoulders were shaking. Wen grimaced and fidgeted with her sleeve until she could pull her handkerchief out.

“Hey,” she said, and Alistair yelped, reaching for his sword.

He was, in fact, crying—his eyes were red-rimmed and puffy—but when he saw the handkerchief he scraped a hand over his cheek instead.

“How’d that get there?” he said, his voice thick with tears, “Must be the rai—”

“Ugh,” Wen said, wrinkling her nose, and shook the handkerchief at him, “Just take it.”

He took it, turning his face away to mop at his cheeks and then blowing his nose loudly into the worn cloth. Arianwen ignored him and settled herself against the opposite tree.

She did not want to talk about it.

…

Ugh.

“You did what you could,” she told him, shifting uncomfortably against the tree before directing her attention at the branch above his head, “We’ll fix it.”

“I…” he began, then hunched over again.

Arianwen wondered what had to happen to a person, that they would make themselves smaller like that every chance they got. He did it with words, too, even when he wasn’t curling his shoulders the way he was doing right now.

Well—that was an odd thought. Hadn’t she walked around just like that before the wedding? Hoping that making herself smaller would also make her invisible somehow? Hoping the world would be a little safer if she just…disappeared?

“Here,” Wen said, shifting uneasily again and tossing the necklace at him before he looked up. Alistair caught it anyway, fumbling it between his hands before he managed to catch it properly.

“But this is—”

His mother’s amulet. Yes, she’d thought so when she found it on the desk. Arianwen squirmed throughout the ensuing conversation, looking anywhere but at Alistair.

“Yes, yes,” she said at last, “You’re a friend. Of course I remembered.”

She hated getting thanked; hated it so much she hadn’t even realized what she’d said until Alistair was already gaping at her.

“Shut up,” Wen said before he could speak, leaping to her feet and reflexively reaching for her throwing knife, “I didn’t say anything.”

“Friends!” Alistair said, and nothing more, as if the very thought of it had stunned him. Arianwen turned on her heel and walked away, her shoulders close to her ears.

“Wait!” Alistair called after her, “You forgot your handker—”

“Keep it!” Wen shouted back, speeding up, and soon enough she saw the light of the campfire in the distance.

Friends. Friends! What in Thedas was she thinking?

Wen drew a throwing knife from its bandolier and spun it between her fingers several times, trying to calm herself.

She’d had other friends, hadn’t she? Soris and Shianni were her friends. It was fine; it didn’t mean anything. It certainly didn’t mean she was getting attached—he was far too irritating to be attached to.

Like the little brother you never had, an insidious little voice whispered in the back of her mind. Wen sped up to get away from that, too, until she was stepping into the circle of light at the center of the camp and away from the disquieting shadows of the wood.

“Welcome back, my dear Warden,” the assassin said as she passed him, and when she glanced at him he was eyeing her clothing in a speculative way.

“Stop that,” she told him, and ducked into her tent before anyone else could comment on her absence.

#arianwen tabris #alistair theirin #my writing #dao #wen going into this friendship with her eyes squeezed shut braced for impact #as soon as i thought 'haha wen would totally give it to him but try to pretend it isn't happening' i couldn't let this go #there are probably platonic tags right? i do not know them

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stobinesque · 10 months

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WIP Weekend!

Once again tagged by @steves-strapcollection for a WIP game! (Gerry you are like half the reason phryctoria is nearly done, lol)

THE RULES

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

THE WIPS

wigwag (AKA Stobin go to Indy and Steve gets some (OMC) dick; AKA sequel to phryctoria, which is now revisions (and ch. 2 should be up tomorrow)!)

S4 Fix-it: Lucas POV

Stobin soulmate au

steddie week: day 1 [hunger] {I never finished or posted this one, but I want to start getting my Steddie week fics up on ao3!)

Not tagging anyone, but please please join in and tag me in to say I tagged you if you want to participate. (I'll also make note of it for the future!)

SNIPPET

from wigwag! alas i am not particularly close the nsfw bits yet, so it's entirely PG below the cut

"Guess what I have?" Steve asks when Robin dumps herself into his car on Friday afternoon.

"Please tell me it's something edible," she groans. "I'm starving."

"Unfortunately not, but I can make us some pasta when we get to your place."

"I would love you forever," she says with her puppy dog eyes. No wonder he'd tricked himself into thinking he had a thing for her. She's adorable.

"You already do, dingbat."

"Yeah...well..." she trails off like she's searching for an argument to that point. "That's true," she says, giving up. "So what is it then?" She asks as she buckles her seat belt.

Steve reaches into the cup holder and pulls out the plastic card there.

"Oh shit! Is that my fake?"

Steve laughs. "It is indeed. Your name is Rowan Buck and you were born on January 10th of 1965."

"Eugh. A Capricorn."

"What in the heck is a Capricorn and what is your problem with them?"

"Oh puh-lease--don't act as though a Leo such as yourself doesn't read your horoscope on the daily."

"Okay fine, I know what a Capricorn is, broadly speaking. I still have no idea why you'd have a problem with them."

Robin shrugs. "I don't, really. Just thought it would be funny to say."

"You're hilarious," Steve deadpans.

"Okay, you say that like you don't think it's true, but need I remind you of 'I've laughed more this summer than I have in a really long time'?"

"I never said that."

"You did."

"Must have been an alternate version, then."

"Yep," Robin says, popping the 'p' with a smug little smile. "Also known as 'truth serum Steve.'"

"Ugh, whatever, fine: you're hilarious," he concedes.

"Thank you." Robin holds her new ID up to the light. "You're sure this will pass inspection?"

Steve shrugs. "I got it form the same person who did mine."

"Yeah, sure, but we're dealing with small town dives down here, not big city bar tenders."

"Yeah, actually, I think the fact that we're up against everybody-knows-everybody-itis in Hawkins makes is more impressive that my fake works anywhere. Also--I don't think Indianapolis really counts as a big city."

"Touche."

"So...tomorrow? Wanna try our hand at hitting up a gay club?"

"I'd love nothing more, Stevie."

#longish snippet bc I'm just posting everything I wrote longhand last night #i love writing stobin dialogue so much #can you tell?#wip weekend #read writes #wigwag tag #couldn't resist the rhyme there lol #semiotics 'verse #at some point i should probably....explain...these titles....#stobin

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heroes-villains-side-blog · 2 years

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Prompt, well, tags, by @just-a-space-rabbit

Today had so far been great, in fact it had been fantastic! Well… that is what Hero would have said 30 minutes ago…

But now sitting in the back of Supervillain’s car, with their hands cuffed together and Supervillain’s arm placed around Hero’s shoulder, they were not so sure anymore…

Hero at Narrator: 😑

Narrator: Hey, it's not my fault you can break the fourth wall!

Hero: Hmph. It's times like these I really hate my power, I could've at least pretended that's not the direction life was going but noooo. Now, here I am, practically knowing the future but unable to stop it!

Supervillain:...You okay there? You're growling to yourself.

Hero: I'm fine! I'm perfectly fine! What's next on our agenda, hm? A picnic? Restaurant? Your lair? Maybe you only cook one thing and that happens to be my favorite, then you'll feel sorry for kidnapping me and get up to leave but I'll grab your arm and we'll stare into each other's eyes and you'll ask if I'm mad at you but I'll kiss you and shut you up and say 'does that answer your question?'

Supervillain:... Hero... I had no idea you felt that way.

Hero: Of course, I didn't! Er, I mean, of course, you didn't.

Supervillain: If I had known you felt this way I never would have kidnapped you.

Hero: Somehow I doubt that, but sure.

Supervillain: I wouldn't have, I swear!

Hero: Alright, whatever. Are you gonna let me go now?

Supervillain: *not listening* And here I was going to hold you hostage to blackmail Superhero.

Hero: What?

Narrator: Hero x villain doesn't always need to mean romantic, you idiot! It can mean platonic or even just mean that they're interacting, be it fighting or flirting.

Hero: Oh. Oh no.

Supervillain: But you know what?

Supervillain: *to driver* Henchman! Turn the car around! We're going home! And I'm going on a date!

Supervillain: *to Hero, while uncuffing them* Oh, Hero. I definitely didn't feel that way but now that I know you do, well, I should at least give this a chance, right? For your sake.

Hero: For my sake...ugh.

Narrator: Well, now I'm curious to see where this goes 👀🍿

Hero: I hate you, Narrator.

Narrator: Hey, I'm not the one who got you into this mess. This was all you. And also, may I ask why you know all these hero x- I'm sorry, romantic hero x villain tropes?

Hero: What are you talking about? It's because of you! You keep writing them!

Narrator: Nu-uh. I've never written anything like what you described in blue up there.

Hero: Uhhh

Narrator: I've never even read the tropes you described.

Hero: Uhhhhhhh

Narrator: Admit it. You like romantic hero x villain tropes, don't you?

Hero:

Narrator: Hey, what are you doing?

Hero: Almost there

Hero the Narrator: And the villain let Hero go. And Narrator never troubled Hero again. And Hero had the best life ever.

Ex-Narrator: How did you do that?

Hero the Narrator: Well, since you very embarrassingly proved that I have some power in this story. I mean, otherwise Supervillain wouldn't have changed his motivation and the plot just like that. So, I figured that I can take your place and fix everything.

Hero: *to driver* Stop the car, please.

Hero: *to Supervillain* I appreciate your kindness, but there's been a misunderstanding. I don't feel that way about you.

Supervillain: Oh. Okay.

Hero: I'm sorry I made you think that way.

Supervillain: It's alright. It happens.

Hero the Narrator: And so Supervillain unlocked the car without any hard feelings.

Hero: *gets out of car and stretches* See? Problem fixed!

Ex-Narrator: One that you created, but sure. But I must warn you, sometimes stories and characters have a mind of their own.

Hero The Narrator: What's that supposed to mean?

Supervillain: *gets out of car* Hero! Hero, here. I want you to have this.

Hero: What?

Supervillain: It's nothing special, just a flower I picked up this morning and would have thrown it away but...

Hero: But?

Supervillain: Well, it matches your suit and it's pretty and I just- I just think you should have it.

Hero:

Hero The Narrator: Narrator! What did you do?

Ex-Narrator: I didn't do anything. I can't do anything, just look at my title! I told you, sometimes stuff just happens.

Supervillain: *holding the flower out bashfully*

Hero: I- uh... thank you?

Supervillain: You're welcome. Bye now :)

Hero: *grabs Supervillain's arm* Wait.

Ex-Narrator: What are you doing?

Hero The Narrator: Shut up!

Ex-Narrator: You're... You're falling for the villain?

Hero The Narrator: It's only because- because—

Ex-Narrator: Because you're a sucker for soft villains

Hero: Because I'm a sucker for soft villains

Supervillain: What?

Hero: Nothing. I would like that date now, if you're okay with it, that is

Supervillain: Oh, alrighty :)

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bitbybitwrites · 6 months

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for the game !! 🍐🥭🥝

Thank you @kurtsascot for the asks!

🍐 Is there anything in canon that you absolutely hate and love to fix in fics? A wrong choice made, a fuck-up in characterization, a misunderstanding never cleared up, a conversation never shown onscreen, etc…

In my head Dalton Academy NEVER burned down . . that was just - ugh why writers . . why did you do that?! So yeah if there was one Glee thing I'd fix, it would be that - oh and maybe Kurt actually spending more time there - wish we had more of that in the show, him bonding with the other Warblers and such.

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🥭 Rank from most enjoyable/fun to write to least: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Crack.

I'll say: Angst, Fluff, Smut and Crack. (To be fair, I haven't written any crack fic yet so this order could change😂)

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🥝 What’s your favorite trope/AO3 tag to write?

God ,this is going to sound like such a copout - because I really feel like I'm still so new to fic writing and am trying on everything that I don't have a particular favorite yet. I've enjoyed the tropes I've done so far but wouldn't say I prefer any over the other.

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Thanks again for asking ! 💖💖

For anyone else who may want to play . . . the fruit emoji ask game.

#ask game

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Tag Game to Better Know You

Send this to people you’d like to know better!

I was tagged by @tennessoui which is surreal beacuse I admire her so much and she is a fandom superstar to me. (In case you are reading this Mrs.Kit: Hi! Thank you for the tag! 😍)

What book are you currently reading?

Does this count as reading?

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year? I didn't really make it to the cinema but out of the movies released I would say The Northman

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What do you usually wear? Something comfy like joggers and a T-shirt, layering it up according to the season. I would describe my style as echoes of goth and urban utility.

How tall are you? It should be 5’6 in 'Murica measurments.

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event? Cancer. I share my birthday with USA's Independence Day. One year I had such a crazy birthday I ended up drinking my way to the local US ambassador's fancy reception party.

Do you go by your name or a nickname? My family shortens my passport name and friends call me a short or long version of my chosen name.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child? In a way. I always wanted to be able to fix stuff and now I work in construction.

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one? Not in any official relationship, but I have someone in the winds, maybe one day there will arrive a chanche to make it work. Meanwhile I am looking disrespectfully at Ewan and Hayden.

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at? I think I am pretty good at staying calm (at least on the outside) thanks to having been forced to work in customer service. I am bad at making connections and opening up to people.

Dogs or cats? Both! But really -- raccoons. The best of both worlds.

If you draw/write or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/line/etc from something you created this year?

Ugh, I am my own worst crictic but I guess if I had to choose I would say this bit from the Impossible crossroads:

Now you find yourself standing at the impossible crossroads. Do you choose duty and honour over love? Abandon the person who cares about you the most for the greater good?

Force had fallen quiet. The moment was drifting away, their paths solidifying. Anakin’s to remain on Coruscant and Obi-Wan’s heading for Utapau.

Obi-Wan had always chosen the Jedi. Over and over again. No matter what they asked. Anakin had always chosen him.

What’s something you would like to create content for? I love writing for small niche pairings so I am chewing away on Roman Sionis/A.J. (Hayden's character from the Takers). Like the dissapointment of seeing a great pairing and finding they have 0-3 fics on AO3 is crushing so I am trying to do my civil duty.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with? Obikin (gasp! surprise, I know). Also some work stuff I have to learn that I haven't had the chance to do before so I am watching a crazy amount of tutorials trying to teach myself.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year? Summer. It was a bummer.

What’s a hidden talent of yours? Not sure if it counts as talent but I grew up on a farm so I know how to milk a cow and cut sheep's wool with oldschool shears.

Are you religious? "Responsibility is the dark side of freedom. When you realize that you are completely responsible for your decisions, actions, and beliefs, how can you not be overcome by anxiety? To try and escape anxiety by ignoring, denying your freedom, your responsibility? But doing that only means you’re ignoring or denying your actual situation. You succeed only in deceiving yourself."

I am forever in love with this quote by nyxocity.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment? Stability.

I don't know if you've already done this but if not then I tag @that-gay-jedi @wibzen87 @fishnamedsushi @tunglo

#tag game #about the author #real life #Youtube

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ally-writes-many-things · 2 years

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Deserving (Eric King) Part 1

Summary: After working with Eric for almost seven months and hating him, you slowly realize you had feelings for him.

Words: 2.1K

Warnings or A/N: This story will contain NSFW and a cheating trope. (Not Rachel and Nick well them too)

Tags: @yellowroseskolchek @thefictionalgemini @house-of-kolchek

You couldn’t believe that some high and mighty asshole got you transferred to be his charge, you were perfectly happy with sitting behind a table doing intelligence, but no since you were so smart you were forced to go. You finished packing your things and sighed you heard a slight knock on the door. You turned around and saw your CO or former CO standing next to the door. “Last time we see each other, huh?”

He was why you enjoyed your job here. You mean it in no romantic or sexual way. He was a hell of an O.C. He was your closest friend and your favorite person. “I’m sure we’ll see each other again… hopefully,”

-Half a year later-

It's been nearly seven months since Lieutenant-Colonel Eric King took you under his command and it was miserable working for him. He's a selfish asshole who doesn't give a damn about anything but his stupid Caylus program. That’s why he got you transferred. He thought you could help with it, but you have to be honest, you have no idea what to help him with it, especially since he didn’t allow you to see all the data. "How am I supposed to help you when you won't let me look at all the data, Colonel?"

“You see what you need to see,”

“How do you know that? What if there is a teething problem that I can fix if I see the entire data you’ve collected?”

“There is no teething problem,”

“Then why the hell am I here then? You took me from a post I liked to come work for you with this stupid satellite that you don't even let me help you with,"

"Get rid of the attitude. I'm a superior and I'm going…

“You will what? Fire me? Get me discharged? Go fucking for it. I’d rather be discharged, then work for an egotistical jerkwad like yourself,”

Eric stood there staring at you in shock at the way you handled it. “Well? You want me to pack or what?

“No, but you’re dismissed for the rest of the day,”

You backed out of the room. “Gladly,”

You walked a few doors down and opened the door to the barracks. “I really can’t fucking stand him,” You said, plopping on your bed.

“What did Captain Goldie lucks do this time?”

You looked over at one of the ladies that you share the room with before you laid on your side on the bed to face her. “I think the better question is what hasn’t he done. He’s a fucking egotiscal jackass who wanted my help but won’t show me everything,”

"I know it can be frustrating, but at least he's hot,"

Eric was really attractive, but that attitude was unpleasant. “He is but that ego of his,”

“Say no more, The new recruits are something else though,”

You laughed. ”Yeah no kidding,”

Over the past few months, you have been watching the new recruits try to impress Eric with their computer knowledge and/or flirt with them, but Eric couldn't care less about him. “Yln,”

You looked the other way and saw one of the new recruits. “Yes?”

"Colonel Klein asks for you in the briefing room,"

“Did you say Klein?”

“I did ma’am,”

You jumped off the bed and practically ran to the briefing room. The minute you walked into the bedroom, you saw him sitting on the table. “Colonel Klein,”

“Yln. We need to talk,”

You rolled your eyes as you knew what this talk was gonna be about. You walked up to the chair that was next to where he was sitting. “He’s a jackass, okay,”

"You do not have to love him, but you must abide by him. He is your commanding officer,”

“Do I have too?”

"If you get fired, you won't be able to work for me again,"

“UGH fine. I promise to be on my best behavior. Only if you put me back where I belong,"

“I’ll try,”

You opened the door to Eric's office without looking at the file you were holding. "Colonel, I found something you should look into."

You looked up to him when you finished that phrase and you saw that Eric was taking care of him and you laughed. "Couldn't you have waited until everybody was asleep to do that?"

Eric rushes to cover himself up. “Well most people knock on my door before opening the door?”

"Right, but I'm not most people," you laughed. "Do you need assistance?"

Eric stared at you with an eyebrow raised. “What?”

"Let me help you with this,"

“Again. What? Why would you offer to help me?”

"You won't get the satisfaction you want with your right hand and maybe I'll help you and you'll stop being an asshole. So when I give this to you last, do you want me to help you?

Eric removed his hand from his cock, you threw the file on his desk and got on your knees and took his hard member into your hand and you grip the base of his dick as your tongue flicks against him. You slid your hand up and down the shaft, your mouth and fingers working in tandem. Your other hand reaches underneath to gently cradle his balls, stroking the underside of the sack. You quickly found an easy pace with your hands gripping his thighs, bobbing your head on his member but you still did try to annoy him but slowing down every few seconds. Eric grunted when you did that as he didn’t like that as he grabbed a fist full of hair in both hands and started shoving your head up and down his cock. You gagged on his dick a few times. You felt his dick twitch as he let out a thick groan and you swallowed all of it. You dropped his dick and wiped the mouth. “Satisfied?”

“Yes, thank you,” He said, putting himself back into his pants.

You nodded and picked up the file on his desk. “So what I was saying is that Caylus found something interesting?”

Eric got out of his seat and walked over to where you were standing. “Did it?”

You handed the file to Eric. “Take a look and you tell me,”

He flipped through the pages and studied them before looking at you. “This looks like?”

“The weapon locker? That’s what I thought too,”

“We need to move on this,”

"Wait, Colonel. With all due respect, we should maybe double-check that this is what we think before we go in, because it could be quite different."

“Yln, I’m the Colonel here. I say when we move and I say we move now,”

“Okay, still a dick,” You said walking out of his office.

Even though he was still acting like a dick, you didn’t regret it. Now, every time he gets excited, he's gonna think of you.

You were setting up Camp Slayer's computers two days after you showed that data to Eric. He wasn’t kidding when he said that you were moving now. It took no less than a day to get it all ready for Iraq. Camp Slayer was the base that was part of the Saddom chemical weapons operation. “Colonel King,”

A woman's voice pulled you from the computer and you saw who you were pretty sure was the "Queen Bitch" Jason, the first lieutenant, was also referring to. And Eric's wife, too. Something you didn't know before you sucked Eric. You were going to talk to Eric about that when you had the chance.

Eric turned round and stared at his wife. "Mrs. King

She did not react to what he said, which you found quite peculiar. “Eric, this is my team. If you wanna brief them, you clear it with me first,”

Eric shook his head and spoke with Rachel. “I should have warned you I was moving the briefing forward. That’s on me but things escalated, I had to move fast,”

“I have a duty to my team to stay ahead of the curve,”

“I understand, Rachel, but CENTCOM has give their orders,”

“Orders?”

“I’m now Commanding Officer. I didn’t mean for you to find out like this. Truly. I’m sorry, Rache,”

“Somehow I doubt that very much,”

Jason approached the happy couple and handed her the note that Eric gave him when you landed here. “This is from SOC Central. It confirms that Lieutenant Colonel King has assumed control of this operation,”

You spoke to Rachel in the spot you were standing in. “I’m gonna need access to your network,”

She turned and let her wraith out on you. “Who the hell are you?”

The corners of your lip have slightly turned upward to the sheer boldness that bitch has. You were on the verge of saying something, but Eric talked to her. “This is Yn Yln. I’ve given her full clearance,”

“I bet you have. I’ll patch you through,”

“”Thank you,”

Eric took his eyes off his wife and walked closer to you. “Yn, please prepare the presentation,”

Yoy nodded and started tapping away on the computer so you can pull up the presentation. “Yes, sir,”

“You found something?”

After a few minutes and finalizing everything, the presentation was ready and everyone was in the room. The other Marines that were about of the operation were in here as well. The one who was fucking gross was talking about of his ass. “Fuck is that? Modern art or something?”

“This is footage from the highly classified Caylus program,”

“That suppose to mean something to me?”

You rolled your eyes at the Colonel. “Colonel, the only two people that know about Caylus here are me and you. You might wanna explain what it is,”

Eric nodded at you as he came to that realization. “It’s a thermal satellite system that I personally pioneered,”

“Ohhh, well I’m impressed. Please, pioneer away,”

Eric wasn’t having any of Merwin jackassary. You didn’t agree with Eric on a lot of things but Merwin was pissing you off too. You beat Eric this time. “Is he always this fucking annyoing? Do you ever shut the fuck up? I don’t understand how no one has knocked you the fuck out,”

“What did you say to me?”

“You heard me,”

“Colonel, you either shut this bitch up or I will shut-”

Eric looked between you and then Merwin and he took a few steps closer to Merwin. “CORPORAL! I’m gonna stop you right there so you don’t finish a sentence that you are going to regret,”

“But Colonel,”

“Make one more threatening comment towards Yln and I will have you packing your bags and on your way back to the states, got it?”

Merwin side eyed you for a few seconds before shutting up.

. "‘You behave like this in all of your briefings Corporal?”

“Now back to what I was saying. Satellite sweeps of the warzone have undercovered what appears to be an undercover storage facility. This well, of course, requires further investigation but I strongly suspect it’s where Saddam’s chemical weapons are hidden,”

Merwin and Nick fisted bumped and Jason looked up to the ceiling. “We got you, you son of a bitch,”

Eric pointed at the screen. “CENTCOM has given the green light to raid the facility and seize any weapons on site. Hostiles may be over but there are holdout groups of Republican Guard all over the country. They could deploy the weapons at any time, so we need to move fast. As soon as they get here, the army is giving us a ride out there in their helos. On arrival Lt Kolchek will lead the way to the facility. Once it's secured, we’ll carry out a full weapons inspection. Now listen up. There’s been a change of leadership but Rachel’s operational ex[ertise and local knowledge is just as valuable as ever. She’ll be flying with us, and I want you all to show her the same respect. Any questions?”

Merwin was the first to ask. “The fuck we waiting for? I’m ready,”

Jason was the next one to say something. “That’s tribal territory out there, Colonel. Make no mistake, those people are feral. I take it we’re getting air support?”

Merwin answered him before anyone else did. “Nah, too many birds could bring them down on us. ‘We more fast-in, fast out,”

Joey spoke next. “That’s pretty much what your mama said to me,”

“Hey, careful boy! If I didn’t pull out so fast. I could’ve been your ‘papi’!”

Jason spoke up this time. “Merwin, that’s enough. Sir, what’s your call?”

Eric actually looked like he was thinking about what Jason had said. “I’ll put in a request for air-support to be on standby,”

“Our birds can fly low under the radar. The site is in the Zagros mountains so we’ll have plenty of ground cover,”

“We go dark until the weapons are secured. If we don’t break radio silence within 24 hours, CENTCOM will mount a rescue operation.

“A lot of shit came go down within 24 hours,”

“Ah, quit being a bitch,”

“I’m not being a bitch, I’m just saying,”

Eric was trying to keep his cool but you can tell that this unit is wearing on his last nerves. “This is why we went to war! This is what gets us out of bed every morning! Make no mistake, ladies and gentleman, this is how we stop Saddam from using these weapons. Be ready in an hour. Dismissed,”

Eric walked over to me and started to point at the equipment. “Oh, you already put it all up,”

“Yep. Do you want to check to make sure I put them in correctly? I mean I know how particular you are,”

Eric looked like he was on his last nerve.You looked around to make sure it was just you and Eric in the room before laying into him.“You have a wife?”

#house of ashes eric king #eric king imagine #house of ashes eric #eric king #eric king x reader #eric king x you #house of ashes

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