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ikonic-eve · 3 years

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TENDAE

WARNING:

This story mighful contains with smut and fluffy scene. I'm sorry if this story sounds more cringe or whatever you said but I wrote it like this because I got some inspired by some true story (but I wrote it in fluffy way bcs I love fluffy cliches sorry not sorry)

Ps. I'm sorry for the grammars though xo Luv yall.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

"Bobby!"

Suddenly you shouted, when something smell like sweat flopped on your head suddenly. You took it quickly, showed your disgusted face as you realized what the heck is it. You glare at the person who did it to you, while you placed the uniform next to you.

"Don't you see I'm just eating right now?"

"No, you just have eating exactly."Bobby turned his head to your gangs, greeted them once by once. Lisa, Rose and Jennie greeted him back. They now just have watched your drama with him. "Bring it, okay?"

You know what it means. It means you should laundry his uniform for godness sake. You sighed, done with his behavior. "Where are you going? You want to run away again from school, huh?"

Bobby grinned unapologizely to you. He then pat your head, that you could see your favorite black hair-tie is on his wrist. Suddenly he grabbed the pop-candy you sucking right now, then he put it out in his mouth before you protested. "Today's subject must be sucks. See you."

He wink his eye while he feel the candy, going through his friends that already waiting him. He put the bag on his right shoulder, walk casually with his white-shirt and his uniform pant. You watch his back that getting far and far, and find him tossed around his friends.

"I swear your best friend is really hot,"Lisa commented, watching Bobby with her chin on her backhand. "No wonder every girls not mind to open their leg for him."

"Don't tell me you thirsty with him too, Lisa?"Rose rolled her eyes.

"What? I don't steal what my friends have." Lisa glanced to you, smirked.

You laughed. "Nobody own him actually. Go ahead."

Bobby suddenly turn his head, and his eyes looked at you directly. He stared at you with his bunny smile, gave some warmth in your stomatch without reason. He hold the candy stick which appeard from the corner of his mouth playfully, teased you. You just rolled your eyes, give him some of go-fuck-yourself sight.

"I saw your hair-tie on his hand,"said Jennie, smirked.

You raised your eyebrow confusedly while staring at Jennie. "So what?"

"Y/N, don't you know there is a speech that if you wore someone's hair-tie it means you'll be his?"

You suddenly watched Bobby from afar that running his finger along his hair. Your eyes looked at the hair-tie on his wrist directly, stilll can't remember since when the hair-tie is on his wrist. Bobby nodded his head politely to some girls who tried to catch his attention.

You shrugged your shoulder, stood up and brought the wet smelly uniform on your hand carefully. You didn't know while you walked out from cafetaria, Bobby just watched your back and smile softly. Bobby glance over hair-tie on his wrist, his mind flashing back to few days ago.

You and him was lying together on his bed, watching the movie you streamed on his laptop. You just watched the romance drama, did not talking while watching the movie. Suddenly Bobby broke the silence, pointed out the scene.

"Why the girl put her hair-tie down on his wrist?"

You made up your position on his hug comfortably. "She wanted to mark him as hers by put it down there."

"Why don't she just give him some hickeys? It could be the best mark he had."

You glared at him. "This is why some dirty-minded as you will never ever happen to be director romance movie."

Bobby laughed so hard when he heard you commented on his opinion. Suddenly, he watched your hair from his chin. And he realized that you did not tied your hair so he can't found your hair-tie. So he keep the idea, then focused back to the movie with you.

"YO!"

You startled, when you felt the cold touched your cheek sudddenly. You've been in daydreaming since you ride the bus to go home after school finished. No wonder why you being surprised as something cold touch your cheek. You feel like your spirit come back to your body suddenly when you're not ready. You lifted yout head, already to cursed but your eye catched Bobby was standing with your favorite drink on your cheek.

"Bobby!"

Suddenly you hear someone calling his name. Both your head looked at the source, saw the beautiful girl sit down near your seat. She looked at Bobby with her sweet smile. "My next side is empty. Come sit here."

Bobby smiled to the girl who offered him the seat. Here it is what you mean of Bobby such as playboy. He have so many girls fall for him, crushing him. You leaned your back on the chair with no care.

"Thank you,"said Bobby. Suddenly you feel his hand touched your head. "Next time I will."

You frowned, lifted your head to see Bobby. Bobby give you his bunny smile, give you signal to move. You moved aside to give him the seat, then accepted the bottle Bobby offered.

"Why don't you sit with her?"

"I want to sit here,"Bobby take your drink, opened it and drink it anyway. You saw your hair-tie on his wrist, still wondering since when it already on his wrist.

"Hei, wanna go theatre?"

Bobby give back your drink. Suddenly, your memory was playing what's happened last night. You feel your cheek getting hot, so you didn't look back at him.

"What's movie?"

Bobby uphold his body, then he pulled something from his pocket pants. Your eye still landed on his wrist, while you still make a hypotesis maybe he take it when you did it last night. Yes, it must be already happen.

He raised it to you, so you can read the ticket with tittle 'Cruella.' Suddenly you forget your thought as you read the tittle. You look at him with your shining eye, then nodded agreely. "Let's go."

So both of you stopped at halte near from theatre. In theatre, Bobby sat next to you eating popcorn comfortably. You are yawning while commercials are playing before the movie started up, put your head on his shoulder. You could smell his sweat and his masculine scent you love from his body right now. You could feel the moving by his hand that busy put the popcorn to his hungry mouth while your head is on his shoulder.

Slowly the lamps started go off, the diplayed start expanded. Bobby put his head on chair, sit comfortably. You and him then started to focused on movie, without talking anymore.

But after a long time, Bobby whispered. "Her hair so cool. What do you think if I dyed half like that?"

"And you're gonna curled it up?"

"If you don't mind."

"Why do you asking my permission? Do what you want."

"I'll take that as yes."

You sighed but without any reason you can't able to hold your smile. You didn't realize Bobby glance over you, smiling too. Sometimes you and him keep spitting the comment about movie, sometime chuckled together because the small conversation you had, or just sat relax while enjoy the snacks and movie.

"Doesn't it cold?"

Bobby suddenly grabbed your hand, and holding it with his wide palms. You feel warm a little bit by his action, and nodded whil your eyes focusing to the screen. You did not realized for million times, Bobby looking at you unstoppable. He looking at you with his spark in his eyes, as you are the firework shining the whole of darkness of this studio.

Jesus christ, Bobby had fallen too deep with you.

After the movie finished, you guys went home and it's already dusk. You and him walked together after rode the bus to the place where you are living.

"I'm hungry,"said Bobby suddenly.

You looked at him. "Wanna some pizza?"

Bobby looked happy and nodded. "Let's order it and take it home."

"Great idea,"you agreed. You stopped at pizza restaurant, ordered some pizza. While waiting the order finished, you and him watch the outside together. You watched the outside. Suddenly you saw the small raindrops fell down. Again, again and again untill it became the rain. "Woah, it's rain."

Bobby stood up to take the order, then walk to you. "Did you bring umbrella?"

You shaked your head. "Sadly, no."

Bobby grinned. He pulled your hand gently, then opened the door. You could heard how heavy the rain right now. The smell of petrichor greeted your nose gently, give you comfort vibes. You looked at Bobby that smile to you. "Let's run."

"You crazy!"

But afterwards you and him run quickly under rain. Both of you holding hands, laughing so hard until the water come in your mouth. You two run the watery road together, like a reckless child did not care anything. The raindrops hit your face strongly but you didn't care. You and him keep running, laughing unconditionally untill you reached your home.

You two stood up together in the front of house. You tried to find the key home, with shaking hand because the wind touched your skin. "It's so cold!"

Bobby come closer to you, then he touched your pale lip shaking. You could feel his cold finger on your lip, sweep it gently. You watched his soft eye while he looking at your lip. Bobby still touched your lips, but his eye now landed on your eyes. Impatiently, you pull up his head and kissed him.

You closed your eyes, feel the fire burning your lip. Bobby touched your cheek with his hand gently, his lip sucked your lower lip softly. You pull up his hair, tiptoed your feet to reached him more closer. He placed his other hand on your waist to feel your body. You two are wet because the rain but it feel so hot between the two of you.

You feel his tongue on your mouth, checked all of your teeth that made you moaned. Bobby do the kissed intensely, give you some gooseboomps. Bobby sucked your tongue, made you choking by surprised. You moaned again by his kissing skill. It more intense and intense, the way he sucked and tied your tongue, made you melt down and can't stood up normally.

You almost fallen if Bobby not catched you impulsively. Bobby give you time to breathe, so now you two are staring each other desperately. Bobby placed his forehead onto yours, you feel his warm breath upon your lips. You held him by your hand around his neck. Your breast rubbed his chest, while your clothes dripping the water. You stared at him deeply. You could see how burned his eye right now, full of passion.

"Doesn't it feel satisfying to run under the rain?"Bobby whispered.

You smiled and nodded. "Take the responsibility if I got sick because you."

"Come on,"said Bobby when he grinned. "Nobody ever getting sick with me even you"

You rolled your eye sarcastically when you hear him playing the word around. "What a narcissist."

Bobby chuckled when you said it to him right in front of his face. Then you looked at his lips again. Then his eyes. He do the same, hesitationly. Bobby then give you a peck of kiss. "Shall we come in?"

You gave the key home to Bobby, he opened it in few seconds. Both of you came in together then closed the door. Bobby threw the pizza away carelessly. He pushed you on the door, kissed you passionately. You could feel how passionate Bobby kissing you right now, how hard Bobby sucked your lips now. You moaned again, call his name.

After run of breathe, he release your lips. With his husky voice, he looked at you with his smile on his lips.

"Let's eat some pizza."

"Take a shower first,"you said while you checked your hair that wet by the raindrop. "Your clothes is on the right side second place."

"Aye, aye,"said Bobby and he let you go. It's not strange to know that you have much Bobby clothes in your home because Bobby too often almost everyday sleep in your place.

After you've done showering, you saw Bobby sit comfortably on the couch with a slice pizza on his mouth. He already make up his appearance with his black hoodie that he found from your wardrobe. His hair looked semi-wet, fall messly in his forehead. He's look cute right now.

He offered you a slice of pizza with his pizza on his mouth. You sit next to him, accepted his offer and start to bite. "This is the best pizza."

"I know right,"said Bobby, agree with your opinion. "If someday I'll have kids, I'll give them pizza. They must try it."

You chuckled when he said something odd like that. "It's difficult to think you're gonna be a father someday."

"What's make it sound strange?"

"I don't know,"you chew your pizza. "You look so carefree and I don't think you want to have any kid."

"To be honest, I'm scared of them."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Just think like they could broken whenever I touched them."

You took the coke can, and drink it with pleasure. Eat pizza with soda as drinking is such a combination menu from Heaven. Bobby do the same, drink his coke then took another pizza again.

"Y/N.."

You turned your head to him, as you busy chewed the pizza calmly. "Hm?"

"Have you ever fall in love with someone?"

You choked. You hardly trying to gulping your eating, forced it with coke you go drinking so they can in through the throat. "Why suddenly?"

"I don't know what the else we could discussed about,"he shrugged his shoulder.

"But why? I think there is so many thing you want to know about me than—"

"I knew everything about you already."

You stared at him, then drink your coke again. When you licked your lips to feel the waste of taste the Coke, Bobby still looked at you with a grin. "What's the most favorite flavor of popcorn that I like?"

You just asked that randomly, only to tested him. But you raised your eyebrow when you heard what he replied like. "You like an original one, the salty."

You started to analyze what he said. Are you? You frowned your forehead, thinking back. And... after a few seconds you realized that. Yeah, you liked the original popcorn. You prefer it than the caramel one.

"I don't even know what I like until you told me,"you mumbled. Bobby laughing when he heard you said it definitely. "What's the last thing I...hm..."

But Bobby already cut your word when you still thinking to make a question for. "The last thing you studied was physics, the last thing happened that make you really panicked was one week ago when you got on your period. The last thing you ever crying about is—"

You raised both your hands, cut his word. You just still can't get over about the fact how Bobby really know well about you even in the small thing you didn't realize to. Bobby give you his characteristic bunny smile that melt you down.

"I did know everything about you."

"You must be a stalker for the rest of my life,"suddenly you said that with a sigh. "But in another case, I just realized how could be my 18 years old is trapped with you."

"It's more as blessed trap?"Bobby teased you.

"Of course,"you nodded and give him smile. But then your smile gone. "If I was your fans."

Bobby laughed so hard, got the point of what you mean already. You feel your stomatch already full, so you just lied on the couch, close to the pizza box. Bobby still eating, while you just yawning but not sleepy. You just enjoy the moment you had with him, again.

"Bobby.."

"Yeah?"

"I want to know, since when you made the song you sang last night?"

Bobby put the last bite on his mouth. "Hmm...Two month ago."

You look at him, watch his behaviour while he keep eating. It's fun to watch him eating his favorite food, his mouth can't stop to chewing and his eye look so happy everytime he saw the pizza. You hug your knee, made your bare leg showed.

"Actually it's not only a song."

Bobby turned his head to you. He looked at you directly with his smiley eye, give you some butterfly in stomatch. But before you say anything, your phone ringing suddenly. You took the phone, saw the uknown number on the screen. You accept it without any suspicious.

"Hello, babygirl."

You frowned when you hear the familiar voice. Then, you laughed as you remember who is the owner of the voice is. "Hi too...Mino?"

Bobby suddenly stop eating, watching you seriously. Before you answered Mino words, Bobby slightly grab your phone and hang up. You surprised, then tried to take the phone but failed.

"I don't like him."

You raised your eyebrow. "He's your friend."

A few seconds later, you chuckled. He staring at you confusedly, didn't understand what are you laughing about. "You should see your face right now. It's so fun."

Bobby keep silent, did not talking anything. He gave back your phone, feeling sorry after being a childish one. "Sorry."

You giggled. "That's fine. Not a big deal, literally."

You straighten your leg, streching your arm to make you more relax. Bobby leaned his back on the couche casually, with his leg wide open, your knee touched his knee. "Wait a seconds."

Bobby already stood up, walking to his bag. He opened it then took something from it. After found the thing he searched, he raised it so you can see what it is. "Nail polish!"

Bobby walked to you in excitement too. He sat next tou you, your shoulder rubbed against his. You took the black nail polish one, and you looked so happy. Bobby is the same, seemed glad to saw you became excite by his gift. You play the bottle, read the brand. Your eyes bigger, then you give Bobby the shook sight.

"Bobby, this is the expensive one. You crazy."

"I bought it when I ran from the class today,"he grinned, didn't think it's a big problem. "You desperately want it but dont have any time to go shopping, right?"

"Yeah, but well—"

"Take it, princess."

Bobby nodded. You two staring each other. You felt the hearbeat getting increased while he keep staring you, made something fly over in your stomatch strangely. He then smiled softly, so you did nothing but smile back to him. "Of course I would take it, why not."

You grabbed his left hand, then you push his sleeve hoodie to see his hand. You placed the hand onto your thigh, then you opened the nail polish. Bobby sit comfortably beside you, watching you busy with the polish thing. You started do polish on his nail seriously.

"Your hand really big,"you commented on his hand. "Why my hand look so tiny here when it compared to yours."

"Yes, your hand so small,"he started to teased you, smirked.

"Doesn't it ridiculous to think that we are in the same age but you getting taller than me since puberty? Dude, it's not fair."

Bobby chuckled when he heard your mumbling. After you finished, you raised his hand to saw the result. You look satisfied with the result, showed it proudly to him. "Cool."

Bobby nodded, saw the black nail on his left hand. You still looking at his wide hand, then you flip it so now his palm is on top. Bobby watching what are you doing, as you placed your hand on his palm. Now his palm rubbed against yours, because you busy placed the your finger and you shake your head and laughing.

"Look, my fingers only half size of yours."

Bobby laughed too. "Cute."

"Noooo, I hate it."

"What's wrong with it? It looked cute still, though. You're such a witch if you had long finger with this tiny body."

"Don't you just body shamed me, dude?"

Bobby laugh playfully, when he saw you annoyed. Bobby suddenly petting your hair gently, his eyes staring at you peacely. "I just want to say you are cute, Y/N."

You freezed, your mind blank when he said it with his soft low voice. You feel warm and cool at the same time, while he do it to you. You could see your hair-tie on his wrist, made you more insane.

Bobby really lost his mind when he saw your eyes. He drowning in your eyes already, the logic already gone everytime he saw you. He really wished he could say how much he loves you but he can't. He always wanted to but he can't be able to do because his mind always full with the doubt. He scared if he's gonna lose you if he tell you what does he feel about you.

He just feel like he doesn't deserve you. At all.

You saw his face, that really close each other. Then you said it playfully. "Such a bad liar."

Bobby giggled and smiled sweetly to you.

Yes, Y/N. Call him a bad liar, for not able being such a best friend for you. Because he really hungry, he really wanting you so desperstely but it's hard to tell you directly. He wish his kiss would give you some signal but you never responded him anyway.

What are we?

Bobby still wondering himself what kind of relationship he having with you untill now. It feels like you are his family, in the other side his best friend because you knew everything from his bad side and know how to help him covered it. Like a partner in crime.

But... if only a friend with a family bond, then why did you kiss and holding hands like a couple do?

Back in eleven, Bobby found out he fallen in love with you. He did not know since when he loving you, but he realized it as you two are in eleven. Bobby still remember how pretty you were when you running to him trying to catch the basket ball from his hand but failed. Bobby keep teasing you, made you more frustated but laughing as a response.

Before you could beat him, he already threw the ball on the ring accurately. He looked so proud, leave you there with eyes rolling. You were ran of breath, standing in the corner of field watching him play around with his ball.

Bobby ran to you, ran of breath too. He teased you, love to make you annoyed. You really annoyed, so you just replied his teased with your cruel word but he didn't bothered at all. You left him, let him keep teasing beside you.

You tried to found your hair tie, and you tying your hair slowly. The wind blow your hair, make your hair shake a little. You did not realize while you busy tying your hair up, Bobby watching you and he freezed as he saw how beautifull you are as the wind blow his face.

It'a like a slow motion, as you finished your thing then looked at him directly. His eyes met yours, locked each other. And it that time, Bobby almost forgot how to breathe and his heart suddenly hurt. You still looked at him, waiting if Bobby wanted to say something but Bobby still silent.

"Bobby?"

The owner of the name startled when called, reality hitted him back to the real. And Bobby realized even though he still not understand what happen. He already fallen in love with his childhood, without he cant handle.

Years by years, you two enjoyed the time together. You guys spent the time together at same school, so do you when you back to home. You two always together, do everything togetther unseparatedly. You both grown up together, with a more than brother-sister chemistry.

Bobby smiled as his mind flew over to the past. You already finished made his nail ger polished. Suddenly Bobby pull you, make you lost balance and fall on top of him. You smakced his chest because surprised. "You too tough!"

"Sorry,"he grinned and hug your head. You could heard his heartbeat by this position, because your ear is on his chest. You smell his scent that stronger than usual because the soap he used while he take shower here. You tried to positioning your body comfortably, let Bobby do what he want right now.

"Y/N..."

You lifted your head to see him when he mumbling your name. You raised your eyebrow, give him such a smile. Bobby suddenly touch your fallen hair, ran his finger on your hair then placed it behind your ears. You watched his face that looked with mix-feeling while he focused on your hair.

"What do you think of me?"

"Suddenly?"You chuckled when heard the word he said about. You placed your hand on his chest to keep your balance on his stomatch. "You Bobby."

"More specific,"he sighed.

"Brother?"

Ah, here we go again. The status 'more than friends, stronger than brother' you always said to him. You staring his expression right now, seemed confused and disapointed like you used to seen.

"I don't want to lose you,"finally you said that words and kissed his cheek a second.

Bobby could smell your scent when you placed a kiss on his cheeks, also your shampoo because your hair fallen onto his face. Before you tried to stand your body, Bobby pulled your hand and push you so now you and him switched the position. You under him, feel his weigh on your body with his face right in front of your face. You saw his eyes, full with the feelings.

"Y/N, why don't we try?"

"I don't understand what you mean,"you told him with a giggled. You keep your denial acting to avoid his request, trying to not make it a conversation anymore.

In the other side, Bobby looked so hopelessly want to tell you how deep he love you for a long time. He feel sad also lonely as you rejected him with your pretending act as you did not get his point actually. Bobby really hate this relationship, where his position is only such a best friend and brother for you. It's closest position, but not the best position to make your his.

He want to be your partner.

Bobby sighed, then placed his head on your shoulder. Again. He feel the scent on your skin, mixed with his hoodie you wore right now. He really love this scent. He never told you that he loves to see you wear his clothes, so nobody would try to make you being someone's girlfriend by his clothes.

"Let's do it,"suddenly you break the silence.

He lifted his head, staring at you disbelief. "You—"

But you cut his word by your instantly kiss. You push his head onto you, to make you more intense play with his lip. He give the good response, kiss you back and then dominated all of the game again. He kissed you passionately, make your head fuzzy and lightly.

Oh. He almost thought what you mean try is the relationship, while you mean is this pleasure. He laughing pathetically to himself.

Bobby realeased your lips, kiss your chin then go through your neck. You lifted your head, give him some access to running his tongue down there. You pulled up his hair, feel his tongue lick your neck gently. You startled, when Bobby sucked your skin and bite it. After that he give you some licks again then go back to your lips again.

"Does it hurt?"

His husky voice sounds sensual, give you that damn goosebumps. His hand running across your neck, touch the part he bited before.

You shaked your head. "Go ahead."

Bobby kissed you again and again. Too deep, untill you can't handle yourself to stood still. You just feel burned up even sweating because your behavior. His breathe tickles you, give you some butterfly on stomatch. He licked your ear, give you more surprised.

"Hmm...Ah.."

"You like it,"whispered sensually Bobby while he kiss your ear and neck. Bobby's hand touch your breast softly, and squish it. You lifted your head, puffed out your chest by his act. It's feel strange but fun to do. You could feel how Bobby's hand grope it give you some pleasure you had never been before.

You grabbed his hand, drained by your pleasure. Bobby kissed you again, give you double pleasure. While you enjoyed the kiss, you did not realize Bobby's hand now busy to take of your clothes. As he released your kiss, looking down to see your breast with your black bra.

You covered your breast, feel embarassed suddenly because you never showed it to anyone. Bobby grabbed your hand, then he kissed you again. Suddenly Bobby held and carried you in bridal style. He placed you to the bed, then kissed you passionately. Bobby just can't stopped himself to tasted your lips. It's feel like something he addicted to, more than drugs. He keep kissing you, still not enough with your lip. When he took a second to give you breathe, he distancing you and open his hoodie.

You watched him shirtless now, with abs that shaped his stomatch. Your cheek feel hot right now, so you turn your head. Bobby grinned when saw your shy reaction, come over to you. He lifted your chin with his hand, then he dropped the kiss on you once.

He looked at you intensely, made your heart beating faster. Shakingly, you touched his moisted chest. Bobby kissed you more intense. You closed your head, feel warm by his act. His hand running through your neck, rubbed your skin sensually. He hugged you, then unclasped your bra behind your back. After the bra loosen up, he pushed you to lied.

You hugged him, feel your naked breast rubbed his chest. It felt so warm. You two kissed again, not talking anymore but just feel the joy and sweetness over your partner lip. Bobby can't get far away from your lips, it's like he can't let your lip didn't do anything with his mouth. He love to kissed you, made you think is it the way he making love with the girls he banged up to?

Bobby kiss your jawline, then goes to your neck. You could felt his tongue run accross your skin, feel wet and ticklish. He lick some spot then bite it to left a mark. You just moaned and moved a little as a response everytime he bite your neck.

Bobby's hand running through your naked breast, touch your skin overthere. Soft and smooth. He could feel it by his hand, and it really turn him on. He started to squished it gently, make you tensed up for this sin thing.

"Oh!"

Bobby going down, let his lips ran to your boobs. You just lied, don't know what to do while he give you some pleasure by his treats. Before you think, Bobby started to lick your left nipple sensually. You tensed, pulled his wet hair for response and he become high-spiritedly to suck it more. You put your leg around his waist, feel his thing on your thigh.

You feel his warm tongue around your nipples, made you lifted your chest to feel more. Bobby's hand now teased your chest skin, then going down to your waist. You in reflect lift your butt, to give him space to take your bottom right now.

He still play along on your breast, while his hand now touched your inner thigh that cold. He threw your skirt, then he went back to your lips again.

"Bobby— mmmhhhmmm..."

You ran your fingers in his hair, your finger went down on his jaw line. You realized how manly his jaw line is, and you loved it more. Bobby really such an attractive boy that you can't reject anymore. You startled, when you feel something touch your clit in your underwear. You stopped paid back his kiss, your eye bigger when you feel it aroused you. "Bobby...Ah~ Ngghh~"

"It already wet,"he whispered on your eyes seductively. You ears redden when he said that thing, while you looked away. Bobby smirked when he saw you looked away, your cheek blushed.

"Y/N,"he calling your name with his low voice. He took your head, you not able to avoid his sight. You feel his finger penetrated you slowly, made you more tensed up. He kissed you again, to give you some comfortable moment while he keep pull and pushed it on your vagina.

You squeezed his shoulder, while his fingger keep aroused your vagina wall. You feel the sweats dripping upon his skin. The vibes became hotter than before, even raining still not stopped out there. You closed your eyes, your breath more heavier and the moaning keep coming from your lips while you feel his finger penetrate you gently. It's crazy.

How could you feel this way by your friends?

Is it how best friends do?

You tried to not listen what your brain said. You let your heart fight against your brain, break down your logic. You feel his finger more intense, now already two fingers inside.

It's hot. Bobby can't keep away his eye because he adoring your face while you moaning calling his name like this. He watched your body moved sensually while his hands busy pleasuring your underneath. He's serious when he said that you are so sexy and turning him on right now. You such an angel in his eye while you keep enjoy the pleasure.

You already close. You could feel something gathered as one in your center spot, and it feels like its gonna bursted out. You grabbed his hand, squirmed a little. "Stop—there's something will coming. I think I want to pee—Ah!"

He didn't listen, he keep do it harder. You tensed your body when you reached you climax. "BOBBY!"

You squirmed hard when the first climax hits you, made your sight blank suddenly. You keep moaning, feel the pleasure wrapped your body. Bobby pulled out his finger, started to kissed your neck again.

"You liked it?"

You shyly nodded, as his husky voice come to your ears. Bobby laughed, then he kissed you. "You must be tired now because it's your first time. Let's stop here."

You staring at him, not understand what he meant. He stood up from your body, take the blanket to covered your naked body. You lied with the blanket around, watching his back that you can read his tattoo clearly. A few moment later, he took his top and wear it. You watched him, still need the explanation.

"I need to go,"he told you with his calm voice he can. He gave you his bunny smile then go to the door. Then he closed the door, sighed and feel relieved. He standing in the front of the foor, leaned his back on the door. He touched his chest, feel the beat of his heart still fast and he still remember how your hand touch his skin softly. He suddenly feel his face getting warm with no reason, when he remember every inch of your body.

"What the heck, Bobby?"He cursed himself and walk to get out. "You promised to yourself not to touch her like that. Stupid. She's your precious."

He keep mumbling while he walking to his house, blaming everything to himself for losing control. Or maybe, feel embarassed because it's strangely feels like his first time doing this thing. How could you make playboy like him act this way, Y/N?

To Be Continued

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years

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Headcanons for being Bucky Barnes’ adoptive child

Bucky Barnes x child!reader

warnings: knife

a/n:

prompt: @multifandomlover121: “i adored your natasha romanoff’s child headcanons! could you do one with bucky barnes and him adopting a child? thank you!!”

bucky saw someone in need and wanted to help them

that someone was you

he would have wanted someone to do the same for him

“are you okay, kid?”

“i’m fine...”

“are you sure?”

“...no”

you kinda started crying and ran off

but that wasnt the last time he had seen you

the more he’d run into you, the more he’d check on you, offer you food/water/shelter

“i really don’t mind, it’s the least i could do”

“are you sure?”

“i am”

you began to trust bucky more as time went on, he really was helpinh you out of the kindness of his heart

and buck became more protective of you, of course

soon enough he saw you as his child and you saw him as your father, neither of you had had a bond like that before

“i’m going to the market, do you want anything?”

“uh, peaches?”

“got it, be back in a while, don’t answer the door for anyone”

“got it, pa”

that was the first time you called him “pa” and he shut the door behind him and stood there in SHOCK he was so ???!!!!

you asked him about his life, and at first he didn’t want to tell you much

“pleaseee? it all seems so interesting”

“well, i don’t remember it much. and everything i do remember isn’t very great”

“is that why you’re lying low?”

“yeah...that’s one of them”

“can you tell my how you got your metal arm?”

you tried not to pry but you were disappointed that he wouldn’t open up to you

he knew just about everything about the short past you had, all the highs and lows of your messy childhood before he met you

bucky lived in a one bedroom apartment, so he gave you the bedroom and slept on the couch

honestly you guys led your lives mainly inside the apartment just to stay safe

and filling the day was a bit difficult, but you managed

“can i watch tv?”

“after the news”

“you said that twenty minutes ago”

“well, it’s not over yet. just watch it with me”

“can i pleaaaase watch tv?”

that “pleaaaase” always makes him cave

you two also baked together! it calms his nerves

especially when he can smell cookies/brownies/cake/etc baking in the oven, it’s his favorite

“are you sure we’re making these right, y/n?”

“no, i am not.”

helping him clean his arm sometimes

he couldn’t get in the crevices

one day you were watching tv and it said that bucky was wanted for a bombing, which couldnt be true because that was in vienna and you were far from there

“so that’s what you didn’t want to tell me? you’re a...”

“a terrorist? an assassin? an 100 year old man? i...i wish i wasn’t, but i had no choice. i can’t remember everything that happened to me, but i don’t want to. this new life is good for me and you. and i promise i would never do anything to hurt you”

“i know, pa, i trust you more than anyone else on earth. but...what does this mean for us now? the whole world is looking for you”

“nothing, they wont find us here. i’m going to the market for plums, though. keep the door and windows locked”

“yes sir”

“love you, kid”

“love you, pa”

and the next thing you know the door has been opened and you do not know what to do so you hide because that’s the plan you and bucky came up with just in case and next thing you know there’s sounds of fighting, things breaking, yelling

it’s time to come out

“pa? pa, where are you?”

“y/n, get down!”

“bucky, who is that?” -cap

“my kid”

steve immediately: ????¿???

ur WHAT

anywhooo you ended up running with them and not able to keep up bc they were kinda enhanced 100 year old men and you were baby

so the falcon, the REAL DEAL MAN RIGHT THERE had to give you a helping hand

“you doing alright, kid?”

“to be honest, i’ve never flown before”

✨getting arrested with pa and the crew✨

you sat next to steve rogers

“so, you’re bucky’s...child?”

“he took me in a while ago, we were both in a dark place”

“has he told you about his past?”

“i ask but he cant remember most of it, and what he does remember, he’s too ashamed to say. he just recently told me he used to be an assassin...and he’s and eldery man”

“hey, whatever happens to buck—your dad, i just want to let you know that i’ll be here for you, okay? he was my best friend growing up, i owe it to him”

it’s a feat to be a minor caught by the CIA but look at you go

you had to explain how you and bucky became family, which they were not buying even though every word was true

releasing you to steve bc he had some pull

oh yeah bucky kinda sorta went feral and you insisted you’d be able to calm him down but it doesn’t exactly work that way

“pa! i’m right here, it’s me! please, stop it!”

“y/n, you need to get out of here, it’s not safe!”

“i can’t leave him like this!”

escaping the CIA and waiting for your dad to wake up, this is where he regained his full memory

once he was free of the debris, he gave you a big hug and apologized with tears in his eyes (why the fuck am i rhyming)

“i’m sorry if i scared you, dragă”

“i couldn’t ever be scared of you”

steve was so happy that bucky was happy dhshshshhshs

being pushed in the backseat with pa

sharing your granola bar

since bucky remembered some good thinsg about his past, he thought it may be time to share!

“yeah, so me and steve were best friends, right? steve always picked fights with every bully he met, despite being less than half the weight he is now. i always had to swoop in and save the day”

“i can’t believe you were born in 1917. my father is a world war two veteran”

“how impressive” -sam, also a war vet

honestly they didn’t expect THAT much resistance at the airport but everyone knew you were off limits

excellent spiderman who webbed your hand to a car

luckily, your dad had taught you a thing or two and you got to hacking through these webs with your pocket knife

it took forever

but you finally escaped with your dad and who you’d soon call ‘uncle steve’

black widow nearly stopped you, you were very afraid :)

bucky made u stay in the jet “for your own safety”

“we don’t know what to expect in there, y/n. the last thing i want for you is to get hurt. i should have never dragged you into this”

steve casually talking to bucky about you being unofficially adopted by him

“so, you’re a dad?”

“that i am”

“what’s it like?”

“it’s like...finding a reason to get up every day. and a decent amount of compromise”

“sounds exciting”

“you have no idea”

finally being retrieved from the jet to see your dad with one arm

trippin out

but he told you it was alright

t’challa, new king of wakanda who was trying to end bucky’s life just a few hours ago had apologized and offered you sanctuary in his country

he SPECIFICALLY apologized to you, saying that it was unfair to you by trying to hurt your father because the pain of losing one is unbearable in his eyes

getting some much needed peace (not really bc you wanted to train with wakandan warriors)

and it paid off since you all had to fight off a hoard of aliens

“you think you can handle this, y/n?”

“oh yeah”

you definitely could not handle your dad turning to dust :)

:))))))

“y/n? steve?”

no nope no

steve had to take care of you on bucky’s five year hiatus from life (oh my god im sorry)

not a day went by that you didn’t think of him

it kinda sucked bc you didn’t have any pictures together or anything, only pictures from the 1940’s that steve pulled out every once in a while

“doing okay, y/n?”

“not really”

“do you want to come and watch a movie with me or something? im still not completely caught up on everything i missed”

after five years, there was a breakthrough and it was finally time to get your dad back

but he probably wouldn’t recognize you...you’ll find out soon enough

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caitybug · 4 years

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(Also sorry you are working on sads and feel blegh) maybe Rain is too "mundain" as far as prompts. 5? 7? 8? Any of those sound fun? 😂

5. Typed kisses.

7. Kisses after decades apart.

8. Kisses after dark.

Birdy, bc I love you, I’m going to try to do all of these haha.

(Shoutout to @adamarks for looking this over to make sure I wasn’t going insane.)

(1:35): Good morning!

(1:35): Snow, it’s 1 in the morning.

(1:36): Why are you messaging me?

(1:36): It’s 7:30 here.

(1:36): It’s still morning, though. So my original text stands.

(1:37): Good morning, Snow.

(1:37):😘 😘

(1:38): XO.

Day 2:

(10:03): Let me know how your appointment goes.

(10:03): XO.

(10:04): My what?

(10:04): Your check-up.

(11:05): You forgot about it, didn’t you?

(11:10): I’m here, I don’t know what you’re talking about, Baz.

(11:12): You’re an idiot, Snow.

(11:12): 😘 😘 love you.

(11:13): I love you too, XO.

Day 3:

(15:03): Do you think the milk is still good?

(15:04): When did it go bad?

(15:05): It says it went bad a few days ago.

(15:06): But the date says best by…

(15:06): So it just means it isn’t at its BEST right?

(15:07): How does it smell?

(15:07): Not good.

(15:08): Then don’t drink it.

(15:09): What if I just don’t know how milk is supposed to smell? How often do I really smell milk?

(15:10): Snow, just get more milk. I think we can spare the money it costs.

(15:10): But I’ve already started cooking.

(15:12): I’m just going to try anyway.

(15:12): It’ll be cooked anyway, right?

(15:13): I want it known I believe this to be a bad idea.

(15:14): You also said that subscribing to three different butter services was “unnecessary and excessive”

(15:15): I stand by that, Snow.

(15:15): How can one person eat that much butter each month?

(15:16): I can’t believe you would doubt my abilities like this.

(15:16): I thought we were in a loving and supportive relationship.

(15:17): I love you and support your health.

(15:17): Which means cutting back on butter sometimes, darling.

(15:20): I’m going to use the milk.

(15:22): I wish you the best.

(15:22): 😘 😘

(15:23): XO.

Day 5:

(7:40): How is your stomach?

(7:45): Better.

(7:45): I told you to buy new milk.

(7:47): I think there is a stomach bug going around.

(7:47): Probably that.

(7:49): Sure, Snow.

(7:49): That’s why you spent yesterday regurgitating the entire contents of your stomach.

(7:50): Yes, it is.

(7:52): Have a good day.

(7:52): I miss you.

(7:52): 😘 😘

(7:55): I miss you too.

(7:55): XO.

Day 8:

(20:46): The people above us are pounding it out again.

(20:47): Earplugs are in my bedside drawer.

(20:47): If you were here I’d just try to compete.

(20:48): You certainly would not.

(20:50): I bet we could beat them.

(20:52): Come on, Baz, I know you’ve got a competitive streak. Don’t let Richard and Shelly show us up.

(20:53): You’ve got two hands, Snow. I’m sure you could manage something.

(20:54): Oh? Good idea.

(20:54): Talk later.

(20:55): 😘 😘

(20:57): I regret so much about this conversation.

(20:57): XO.

Day 13:

(14:05): YOU COME BACK TOMORROW!

(14:07): Please stop yelling at me.

(14:07): But yes, I do.

(14:08): 😊 😊 😊

(14:09): I love you.

(14:14): I love you too.

(14:15): Can we facetime?

(14:15): In a couple of hours, Snow.

(14:15): I’ve got one more meeting.

(14:16): 😔

(14:16): Alright.

(14:17): XO.

(14:18): 😘 😘

Day 14

I get through security. It’s always a painful even, especially in America. Have to practically strip just to stand in a machine that tells everyone what I’ve already known.

No gun here the machine says with a green light and a beep.

As if I’d need one.

It’s been delayed several hours for a reason I’ve yet to figure out. The weather looks clear, planes are moving in and out. People on other flights are still departing on time.

The only reasonable explanation I’ve come up with is the airline is incompetent.

“Snow,” I say, putting a finger in my right ear, trying to ignore the man screaming at the poor help desk person. “I may not be back until tomorrow.”

I look at the clock. Even if we left now I wouldn’t get home until midnight.

“What? Why?” He asks. His voice sounds frantic.

I hate worrying him.

“This airline work flew me through is set upon ruining my life,” I growl under my breath.

The service representatives have been berated enough, they don’t need me coming after them as well. (Even if I want to.)

(Crowley do I want to.)

“Right now it doesn’t have us leaving for another two hours, so at earliest I won’t be home until 3 in the morning. With the trend of how this has been going, I won’t be surprised if it gets canceled altogether.”

He huffs.

“I miss you.”

It comes out as a whisper, any quieter, and I would have missed it.

It’s not that he’s ashamed of saying it. We’ve said it a lot over the past two weeks.

He’s sad. I am too. I was supposed to be home by dinner. We were going to order takeaway and watch a movie, kiss and makeup for lost time.

Ignore all responsibilities of the world around us for the evening.

“I miss you too.” I face the large windows, looking at planes that aren’t mine leaving the runway.

The blasted airport is under construction too. Everyone said to fly in and out of La Guardia because it is easier, but I’m wondering if I should have taken JFK.

“I’ll be home as soon as I can.”

“You better. Preferably before I drink more spoiled milk.”

“Stay away from all dairy products until I return,” I chuckle into the phone.

An announcement comes over the intercom.

“They’re announcing another delay, I’m sure,” I groan. “I’ll send you a text.”

“I love you,” he says from the other side.

“I love you too,” I respond, ending the call and slipping it into my pocket.

(14:36): I hope you get home soon.

(14:36): Threaten to suck their blood, or something.

(14:36): I’m sure that would work.

(14:36): 😘 😘.

(14:37): You’re an idiot, Snow.

(14:37): XO.

Day 15, 4:16

I turn my key in the door, trying to quietly walk into the flat. My suitcase softly rolls against the wood behind me as I pull it in, letting it sit next to the door.

Unpacking can happen after I get at least fourteen hours of sleep.

I place a brown paper sack of scones on the kitchen table.

I couldn’t resist. The shop next to us had just opened, and I knew it would make him smile.

I continue down the hallway, stopping only to take a piss.

In our room, still blanketed in darkness apart from the street lights coming from the road beside us, Simon softly snores.

He still sleeps on his side of the bed while I’m away. It makes my heart feel softer than I’d like to admit.

One hand rests next to his head, his wings spread out across the bed.

I change clothes, relieving myself of all the feelings of travel before softly lifting a wing to get under the blanket and allow him to cover me again.

I don’t have long to process the fact that I’m with him again before I feel something wrap around my calf.

I pause for a moment before I remember.

The tail.

He is, for all I can tell, still asleep. Meaning it’s recognized I’m here and is saying hello in its own way.

I rub it softly with my other foot.

It dislikes not getting attention, you see.

Simon’s mouth is open as he breathes deeply. I think his pillow is a little wet.

I’d call it disgusting (it is, truly), but I missed him so much that I can’t help but smile.

I risk moving closer and kiss his cheek softly, trying not to wake him up.

I know he hasn’t slept well without me.

(I haven’t either, without him.)

Side effect of sleeping for so many years in that tower. We both got dreadfully used to hearing the other breathe, the way we each navigated and slept.

At this point, I think even his snoring lulls me to sleep.

(I still complain about it, however.)

An arm wraps behind my back and pulls me close.

He takes a deep breath, and when I pull back I see one eye open.

“Hey there,” he says, voice hoarse with sleep.

“Your breath smells.” I lean in, kissing his forehead.

“Well your hair is greasy,” he replies, pulling me into a kiss, his hand moving to my hair.

“You don’t seem to mind it.”

He hums in response.

I pull him tighter. I need to feel this. Everything.

His lips.

His hands.

His chest against mine.

“And you don’t seem to mind the morning breath,” he states, smiling at me as we break for a moment.

I open my mouth to retort but he puts a finger to my lips, shushing me.

“No talking, only kissing,” he whispers. “I’ve not kissed my fiancé in decades.”

He leans in but I pull back for a moment.

“It’s been two weeks, Snow.”

“Decades,” he states matter of factly. “Each day was like five years passed. It’s been 70 years. I’ve gone grey and wrinkly, waiting for you to return.”

I laugh, being shut up briefly by another round of kisses.

I should sleep.

But this is so much better than sleeping.

I feel something wet hit my cheek.

Backing up, worried there is a leak from the ceiling, I realize why.

It’s Simon.

“Love,” I say.

What’s wrong?

“It’s fine; it’s fine,” he says, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. “I’m just tired, and I missed you.”

Another tear drops from one of his eyes, and I brush it away with my thumb.

I open my mouth to say a response, to comfort, but I feel a stinging in my own eyes.

(My eyes have been open for too long, you see. Couldn’t sleep on the plane. I’ve been up far too long to be able to control any tears that fall.)

I lean in to kiss him again.

We kiss, and kiss, and keep kissing. Hands roam, trying to remind our brains of what it feels like to have each other again.

It was dark when we started, but soon an orange haze comes over the room as the sun rises.

The tears start, stop, start again.

Laughter rings out a few times.

“You did WHAT to our oven??” I shout at one point.

He lays now with his head on my chest. My eyes are closed, fingers scratching his head lightly.

His hand is softly rubbing my stomach.

“Wait,” Simon says, jumping up and looking at me.

I blink a few times, trying to fight off the sleep that was about to overcome me.

“Did you get?” He asks, question incomplete.

I search his eyes for a moment, frowning, trying to comprehend before I realize what he is saying.

“Yes, they are on the table,” I laugh softly.

He jumps up and starts to go to the door.

He pauses, looking back at me, clearly wracking his brain with a question.

“We can eat them in bed,” I say, knowing where his mind is trying to go.

He smiles and continues his run to the kitchen.

I look out the window and see the sun hit the windows of nearby buildings.

It’s good to be home.

#snowverylost #carry on #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz #Caity does fanfiction #I hope you like this!#Me #Trying To Do A Text Fic #lol #<3 you birdy

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moontours · 3 years

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The ‘confirmation’ that Scott is sleeping with Logan came from an issue where Logan was talking to someone (cannot remember) about going to that beach on another planet.

There was mention of Jean in a bikini and Logan replied with something positive. Then they said Scott in a Speedo and he replied, well who could say no or something to that affect. Which was enough to confirm it for some fans.

Personally it’s not poly, it’s open but it’s just awkward as fuck. I feel like Scott’s just like yeah I want to sleep with Emma still Jean so if you sleep with Logan occasionally he won’t be such a pain in the ass to me because it is destructive.

Also do you remember RoLo before he died and they were proper committed but Jean was back so fuck Storm I guess.

But tbh she was too good for him too. I do reckon he washed more when he was with Ororo. I do think the original intention decades ago was to have them be together after all the Jean debacle. She’s a literal Queen so she was always too good for him anyhow.

Though she should not have been pushed to the side like that.

Poly doesn’t make sense for these characters (Well Scott, Jean and Emma) in my opinion; there are so many it does but it’s just queer baiting nonsense. Hickman doesn’t want to deal with emotions, Hickman wants to keep queerbaiting Scott (I always thought Wolverine was bisexual, maybe that’s just me), teasing relationships.

Also

EMMA FROST DOESN’T SHARE! If you’re telling me she does I am going to have to disagree. Jean straight up insults or jibes at her about borrowing. Yeah sure ok. Totally in Emma’s character to be chill with that.... The irony with Emma is, you’d never expect but she’s monogamous as hell. She clearly wanted to get married (which is why Namor reminded her Scott married Jean and not her) but nahhh she’s a bad ass bitch and they must be happy with these situations.

Representation is getting better but they won’t even come out and say that Rachel Grey is anything but straight but it’s obvious she isn’t straight. Soooo.... hmmm. Maybe invest in those relationships instead do shit jobs with ones that have good foundations

I don’t like people saying I have this inherent hate of Poly ships! It’s just awful right now and awkward. Show us a variety of relationships and commit to them.

Look what he did to the Cuckoos! They all had separate personalities and now they’re sharing Cable and if not goddamn making his penis bigger Quentin. The Cable/Cuckoo situation reads like bad fanfiction. Sorry but eugh.

OHHH I REMEMBER THAT ISSUE yeah i just repressed it bc i didnt like it LMFEJBASHJD and YEAH. jeanscottlogan just feels like their “solution” to the ongoing “love triangle” (in quotations bc it really was just one sided for logan) and now they have this ~poly~ relationship that’s not really poly it’s just an open relationship with weird vibes. also yeah ororo is too good for logan (anyone) really but they were cute!! and their moments during xos ..... i thought they were going to get back together :( also full agree with emma. she doesn’t share. she is very very much monogamous and i know she’s unhappy as hell about all of this. i don’t like the idea of her settling for it just bc it means she’ll get a scrap of scott bc she’s not the type of character to settle. i dont hate poly ships either i just dont think this one is good HJEBFJAHSDBJA and YEAH. THE CUCKOOS ..... they deserve better than ~dating~ bable all at the same time. AND QUENTIN DATING PHOEBE. I HATE IT SO MUCH. ALSO YES LET RACHEL COME OUT!!!!!

#this era of relationships makes me want to cry who are they #anon #m.inbox

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professorspork · 3 years

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today in the Andromeda Galaxy, GLITCHES TRIED TO KILL ME BUT I MADE IT WORK. or, well. Helen made it work, actually, and I was very grateful. (Elaaden, what do you have against my triangle button working? and wtf was that Nomad bug where suddenly I could see through time and the world contracted and my hair turned white????)

anyway.

this morning I joked to Helen that I was feeling very “I love all of my crew equally”/“I don’t care for Cora” so today I made a concerted effort to get to know her better--and tried a few Nomad combos where she wouldn’t sound like the fun police. (turns out, she and Vetra get along great! and also when I put her with Peebee she gets very self-conscious about how she’s totes not appropriating asari culture and it’s v embarrassing. on the OTHER hand, she makes fun of Peebee for peeping on Jaal and like, again, wtf, let me have my ot3.)

I started out finishing up that Morda drive core mission that glitched, and of course I gave the krogan the drive core in exchange for the outpost because I LOVE KROGAN and also RYDER LOVES OUTPOSTS. win/win tbh. but honestly the best part was getting to pick the dialogue option talking to Addison “fuck Tann” and Ryder actually getting to say fuck! it’s the little things.

after closing out Elaaden I decided to try and finish up a few errand-y missions like scanning plants, etc. in doing so, I got to play soccer with my very best friend Liam which was a heartwarming lot of fun, and fought TWO architects because just one was not enough. Peebee’s ex stole our beloved Proof Of Concept (I know the bot is called Poc, but honestly I think full-naming it is much cuter) and I was all “of course I’m gonna help you we’re in this together” which threw Peebee off her game because she’s still thrown every time someone cares about her. I AM, AGAIN, CANNOT EMPHASIZE THIS ENOUGH, GENUINELY SAD I’M GOING TO HAVE TO CHOOSE AMONG ROMANCE OPTIONS. this experience could not be more different from the main trilogy, where I romanced Liara out of a sense of obligation/curiosity faaaaaar more than any genuine interest or investment, and wasn’t tempted* to deviate from that by anyone else along the way. there are a thousand mechanical reasons why I think romance works much, much better in Andromeda than it ever did in the main series--among them the very pointed focus on found family throughout, the more nuanced ability to craft a unique Ryder by doing away with paragon/renegade and instead having the more robust conversation trees, and the overworld chatting on the Nomad giving EVERYONE the amount of personality off the bat that my OG crew had to like bite and claw for for two and a half games-- but like. I’m not gonna lie a big part of it is just that I just think more of these people are more interesting as potential partners. I THINK I AM AN ANDROMEDA GIRL.

* well that’s a lie I would have romanced Tali in a heartbeat if I weren’t playing fem!Shep and that was illegal. and I’ll probably romance Sam Traynor after that. so. it’s not a total bust.

but I digress.

saved that scientist’s baby on Voeld, and afterwards had my first ACTUAL, HUMAN conversation with Addison about--shockingly--the nature of friendship. I was genuinely surprised and pleased! look at us go! I also did some spying for that STG agent, and got the world’s most badly delivered “gee, are you really going to believe that old coot?” speech out of my main suspect, which was hilariously insulting.

and then, partly due to Helen’s advice and partly because, again, today was Learn To Appreciate Cora Day, I finished out her loyalty mission! I was shocked to find Sarissa alive after all the build-up-- I was certain that after that long a drum roll for how key she’d be in the Initiative’s growth that we’d find her mega-dead-- but as Helen pointed out to me, the trope is Don’t Meet Your Heroes, not Your Hero Is Probably Dead, Actually. her whole “be calm, soldier” routine @ Vedaria was kind of grating in the moment but is very cute after the fact, so fine. the whole muted sounds and gravity tricks of that final fight were super fun, even though I did accidentally jump into space once or twice. the big biotics lightshow was v impressive, but after I took a pretty hardline stance on Sarissa: come clean and shut up, and you’re fired. I did get a little offended when the asari captain was like “you could have killed us all, it was only dumb luck that Ryder found us” bc EXCUSE ME, SOME OF IT WAS DUMB SKILL, but still. it was good to get that all settled, and very good to hear Cora say what was immediately obvious to everyone but her, which is that her compulsion towards mentors and plans would have made her a poor Pathfinder but makes her a perfect XO.

then I hit level 50 and spent a lot of time upgrading my gear, and like-- a kind god would have put the loadout console next to R&D and the buy/sell screen so I wouldn’t have to run up and down the Tempest corridor like an idiot. but whatever. Baby’s Fourth Beam Gun TM (an Avenger with a beam emitter) is working out splendidly, I’m slicing and dicing with my asari sword, and I’ve just put seeking plasma bolts on my Eagle which delights me. still shopping around for my ideal sniper before I commit but we’re getting there!

then I went to start the new planet, but then realized Ark Natanus was right there, and ended up backtracking twice. First I ran back to the Nexus thinking there’d be another fun homecoming cut scene for the asari like there’d been for the salarians that I didn’t want to muddy with adding turians, too, only that didn’t happen. boo! I did remember to check on my mom, tho, so that was nice and emotional. then I went back to Netanus to start that up, only to realize I was wearing a very ugly and entirely face-obscuring helmet-- and once it was clear the entirety of the mission was going to be me emoting at Rix, I restarted the mission with a different armor loudout. yes, I am that vain, but only because opportunities for mlm/wlw solidarity are rare in this game (Gil’s been quiet lately, lol) and Rix deserved my best. though after doing all this, I am wondering: why do all the SAMs have different voices? surely making even one AI as smart and unique as SAM is difficult; then making each Ark’s SAM unique feels like an unnecessary burden? but whatever.

H-whateverthefuck is by far my favorite planet to Nomad around on. I’ve been complaining about the lack of low gravity mechanics since the Mako in ME1 (WE WENT TO THE MOON, THE LITERAL MOON, OUR MOON, AND NOT EVEN THAT HAD LOW GRAVITY?) and so this felt like pure vindication. (also, in general but very aggressively NOT for this planet because of the radiation, shout out to the Nomad for letting me get out no matter how poorly or vertically it’s parked, because lord knows I glitched the Mako many times trying to pause and get out in ‘impossible’ places the Nomad handles with ease.) anyway. the concept of a broken-up planet is terrifying, and the reality of it was eerie as all get-out. what neat execution!

and speaking of a neat execution, I’m so relieved going with the interrupt and firing at Meriwether while she held Sid worked, because I was again legit scared I might get Sid killed. as you’ll recall re: my Jaal loyalty mission, that’s the second time I was genuinely quite nervous there would be real consequences to screwing this up! I give the game a lot of credit for building a world where it feels like I really could screw up that badly. I’m very proud/fond of Sid, and the whole security camera mechanic was delightful-- a more fun version of the kind of stuff KOTOR always made me do. back on the Tempest, I decided to flirt with Vetra while the flirting’s still good, but tbh her flirt option (“I care about Sid bc I care about you”) wasn’t even all that romantically valanced, if you ask me! but also I love that Sid’s idea of justice is fast-tracking having cats in Heleus.

phew! with so many big things now out of the way, I’m not sure how much dithering I can/should do before continuing with the main mission. but that’s a decision for future me.

#leah plays mass effect andromeda

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You should TOTALLY write trans Theo/Boris! I think it would be interesting to have that from two different perspectives, one from mine and then your own. It would really translate our own experiences with transitioning, so we should both have trans boreo fic. I also wanted to ask what your absolute favorite part of the book was? And if you could rewrite a scene from the book, which one would it be and why? -tea anon (hope your day was good ☺️)

I definitely should add trans Theo and/or Boris to my queue of fics! I don’t have a clear Vision of what era/how it would go, but I’m interesting in seeing where my ideas take me. I think adult socialite trans Theo Decker would be so interesting-- especially reuniting with the Barbours. Hm... I’m excited to have this little team up xo

My favorite part (taking out any with Boris bc that’s too easy) I think would have to be the part where Hobie explains the “psst, hey you!” nature of some art. That part really makes me cry just thinking about it. It has a certain way with me and my Emotions. I also really do like the beginning of the whole book-- I remember reading it on my garage steps while my dad was changing the oil in our cars and just. Having a moment about parents and losing them so suddenly... Fuck man.

And a part to rewrite? I feel like it would be that reunion scene with Theo and Boris in his hotel room. I mean, that scene is GREAT already, but I really wish we could’ve read Theo verbalizing and Boris reacting to Theo telling someone he almost died the night before. That scene feels just so heavy because I can just feel it sitting on Theo’s tongue-- but he has no intention of telling him, so it’s just this obstacle and hurts to know it will only ever sit there... UGH I just really wanted Theo to have SOME feeling of complete transparency in the bridge between the lowest and (maybe) highest points in his life.

Hope you had a fantastic day-- hope the weather was good!! Cheers!

#Cheers... get it bc... tea-- nvm #tea anon #hi again love!!#to write #xoxo #asks #trans theo and boris #Anonymous

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What would you have done to make season 5 better? Like what plots would you change? What characters/character development would you change? That kinda stuff

Sorry for taking so long to answer this, but anyway. Okay, this is a rough idea of what I’d prefer and some of this is just stuff I didn’t like.

1. Bringing Michael back-- If they brought back Michael to have him bond with Jane’s family again, especially Mateo, that would’ve been good. Even if Michael and Jane didn’t get back together and they mutually agree they’ve moved on, that would’ve been fine. And Rafael being perfectly fine with Jane becoming friends with her estranged husband. Instead, we got Michael being completely cut off from Jane’s family, save for the scene where he, as Jason, talks to the Villanueva-de la Vegas and Rogelio tries to get him to remember that they were brogelios. But that was it. After he became Jason-Michael it was ONLY about his relationship with Jane and he wasn’t allowed to interact with anyone else. Mateo flat out told him that he hated Michael, the man who was his step-father once upon a time, the man who loved Mateo like his own son. And they never fixed that, they never let Mateo and Michael reconnect. Michael’s presence was framed as some scary thing, that Mateo had every right to hate him. How messed up is that? Michael was kidnapped, tortured until he lost his memory, and dumped in Montana so he could start a completely new life, then was suddenly brought back into this old life he didn’t know anymore, and when he finally got his memory back, his wife and her family wanted little to do with him. Well, Jane did try and appear to be in love with him again but then lol nah. I didn’t even really want Jane and Michael back together, I did agree that too much had happened between them HOWEVER the writing didn’t do a good job of actually showing that. They TOLD us that Jane was feeling one way, but in the Montana episode, I didn’t see that.

When Michael does come back to Miami, he comes back just to show that he knocked up someone that used to hate him and now they’re in love, and he still isn’t allowed to interact with anyone else.

2. Rafael’s insecurity-- We know Rafael is insecure, this isn’t the first time this has been shown, so wouldn’t it make sense to use Michael’s return to help Raf get over his insecurity? Or........ nah. Anytime Raf is insecure about Michael, it’s Jane’s job to get him through that, it’s her job to tell him he isn’t a second choice and blah blah blah. She even apologizes to him, for being unsure about her feelings for her husband. It’s also Jane’s fault that Raf became depressed or whatever it was they were trying to imply.

So, really, the only thing I really wanted from this was for Rafael to grow past his insecurity. The only evidence of that is in the second to last episode when Michael was coming back and Rafael was suddenly cool with it. This man threw a fit if Michael’s name was even mentioned, and you expect me to believe he’s good now? It’s only because Jane had to reassure him constantly. Raf should’ve learned how to get over it on his own but instead Jane had to tell him over and over that she only loved him.

3. Jane’s character development-- Honestly, I don’t think Jane had any. Nor did she need any, in my opinion. I don’t know what Jennie was trying to say about Jane throughout the show, but think I think Jennie felt Jane was too uptight or... something. Which isn’t true. Jane isn’t and we’ve seen that she isn’t. Jane’s Catholic and that’s a big part of her, but that doesn’t mean that she’s repressed. Yes, the way Alba told Jane about sex and her virginity really messed Jane up, but that’s on Alba. That doesn’t mean Jane wanting to wait is a bad thing and it doesn’t make Jane naive. She writes smut, she isn’t naive.

But Jane’s whole arc is about Jane letting go which isn’t inherently bad but there’s just this way that the writers framed it, that the things that made Jane, Jane, were bad. Jane was/is judgey and I think that’s valid. Some people are judgey. Yes, she could be a little bit of a jerk about it sometimes, but a lot of the time she was right. Everyone she knows jumping on her for voicing a (probably right) opinion, or even thinking an opinion, says more about them than her.

As for Season 5, the area they should’ve let Jane grow was her not letting men revolve around her life. They even had Petra tell her to get over it and just live her life and not wait around for a man to take her back. And Petra sounded right but then... it turned out that was not what Jane wanted at all and took Rafael back the moment he had decided he loved her again. Jane hadn’t grown at all and in my opinion, had regressed. If it were me and I HAD to still make Jafael endgame, I would’ve let Jane get that apartment, let her write her book, learn that being in a relationship and being alone are equally fine, and then over time she and Rafael drift back together, maybe two or three years down the road. Of course that would mean a couple more seasons, which JtV didn’t have so them choosing to have this breakup in the last season is the dumbest fucking thing.

4. Petramos-- If I’m being honest, the moment they had Petra gaslight JR in season 4, I was kinda out. I loved Petramos, but once it was revealed that Petra was lying, then had her yell at JR multiple times, it was hard for me to jump back in. They were cute for a period of time, but they shouldn’t have gotten back together when they did. I get they had restraints with Rosario’s schedule, but they handled it poorly.

I think I would’ve had them talk to each other for the first few episodes of Season 5, just put it all out there, have Petra apologize, let JR actually communicate her feelings. Just have them really open up to each other, because I know they can do that. But then not have them get back together. Just let them heal platonically. Then JR can either move because of her job bc she needs some space, similar to what actually happened just without the second breakup, or she doesn’t move, but maybe takes time to spend time with her mother because she knows her mother doesn’t have much time left. Petra is upset, of course, but she gets it and she takes time to heal too. Then JR comes back in the finale. I didn’t like how it was actually done because I think too much had happened between them and they weren’t allowed to really talk about it and JR’s break-up with Petra felt so final that I can’t imagine Petra just being like, okay.

5. Xiomara-- Let her dance and/or sing, damn. Nursing is a great field, no doubt, but Xo has never showed interest in that and she was put through Cancer just to give up on her dreams. Why was she constantly punished for doing something she loved? Jane was allowed to write as a career and was even offered $500,000 for a romance novel, but Xo can’t do what she’s dreamed about doing since she was a child?

6. Ro and River-- Nothing against Brooke Shields, but JtV wasted their budget on focusing on her character too much. They could’ve had the telenovela stuff without having another rehashing of Rogelio feuding with every one of his costars. Even worse was River falling in love with Ro, that served no purpose. They could’ve done what they did with River, but like half the amount of time.

7. Rafael’s adoption-- I know people have said that his adoption corrects that Justin was white playing an ambiguously latinx character, but was Rafael ever supposed to be latinx? Elena (his mother) was Italian, and I don’t even know what Emilio was supposed to be. I’ve said I’ve forgotten a lot so maybe they said that Emilio was latinx, but idk. In an early episode Alba assumes Rafael doesn’t speak Spanish and is surprised that he does, so is it more than he’s rich so she assumes that HE assumes that he’s too good to speak Spanish, or he isn’t latinx so that’s why he doesn’t speak Spanish.

Outside of that, the adoption story line only says that Rafael isn’t biologically related to Emilio or Elena, who are shady people (or at least Elena is) so he’s okay. But what does that say about Petra, who is related to Magda and Anezka, also shady people? Also, Rafael was raised by Emilio, despite not being blood related so Rafael could still turn out like Emilio. Just because Raf’s blood parents were a sweet little Italian family doesn’t mean he’s anything like them. He didn’t know them.

It’s just weird to look at adoption vs birth parents like that. It’s an argument for nurture vs nature, but they never bring it up. Rafael learns that his parents were bakers, were not connected to crime, and died in a normal way, so he’s okay. I guess blood is more powerful than who raised him. Good luck to him and Jane trying to adopt if that’s how they see adoption.

8. Jorge-- Fuck that dude

9. Jetra-- If everything was completely up to me they would’ve been endgame lol

I have so much more to talk about it but there’s just too much. If anyone has specific questions for me, go for it.

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guardiandae · 5 years

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Meta/Commentary Part 1: A Little ‘XO’ Wouldn’t Go Amiss

(Spoilers below)

Wade finally learned his roomie's real name on day two, when the proposed nickname of 'Priscilla' was rejected via stabbing.

"Y'know- I usually know a guy's name before I let him penetrate me," Wade joked, gritting through the pain.

"My name is Nathan Summers. You can call me Nate. Or you can shut your whore mouth."

I’m gonna say this right now so when I finally finish the sequel of this fic, nobody can cry foul or anything or pretend that I didn’t plan everything all along from the very start of this journey: There’s a reason why Nate stabbed Wade and it’s not just to be an edgelord. This fic starts written in Wade’s POV and then switches to Nate’s, and there is so much more info revealed from Nate’s perspective that changes how interactions are colored. In the sequel, it’s not written in that style but eventually you will understand Nate’s POV and be able to look back on this (and other moments) and be like, Ah. I spent a few months just agonizing over this fic planning. The levels of depth going on here, you don’t know.

Also it’s hilarious because, the movie never really establishes Cable’s real name so hi, it’s Nathan Summers. Scott Summers’ (Cyclops)’s son, but like... older than him because future and time traveling hijinks or whatever. This is only important because like, daddy issues.

technically they were even sleeping together, even if Nate slept in the only bedroom because he'd called dibs and Wade slept on the couch in a pile of fast food wrappers.

Denial.

Living with Nate was weird after living with Vanessa for so long. No more kisses -- not like he wanted any.

Denial!

Usually when Wade got home, Nate was never there. Hours later when Nate did come back, he'd just go to bed. Other times, Wade was hired for jobs that took days of travel to complete. There was little interaction between them and they barely saw each other, so Wade took to leaving little notes behind.

[Went to get milk. And also to put a cap in someone's ass. He's a bad guy though, so don't worry. I'll be home late. xoxo] [Forgot the milk. Also didn't cap the guy so I didn't get paid. Can you pick some up while you're out? xoxo]

So much info in one little spot. Nate only sees them as roommates, as a living arrangement and tenuous partnership to serve as an end to both of their needs. Nate has a place to live, and his only responsibility, as we learn in his POV, is to pay the rent on Wade’s behalf, with Wade’s money, because Wade is a disaster and his memory is getting worse. Not only is Wade just an annoying person who can’t take anything seriously, in his incorrect opinion, but there’s that level of guilt for feeling like a freeloader when Nate is the kind of person who’s had to fight just to survive his entire life. Wade’s little notes are so sweet, but to Nate, 1. weird 2. is this a joke? 3. stop reminding me of how much you care and meanwhile i can barely bring myself to write a note back, aaaaaa

I need to remember to revive the note-leaving between them in the sequel. It’s too cute, I can’t stand it.

Mercenary jobs had become harder to come by, and then work dried up. It was almost like nobody wanted to pay a guy to kill people anymore. As if there could ever be a shortage of people in the world who needed to die. But when one door closes, another opens -- everywhere he went, he suddenly saw slews of missing persons flyers. Wade had never noticed how many there were before, but he took it as a sign. He'd always wanted to try his hand at being a P.I. and Wade hadn't realized that the market was booming with families desperate to find loved ones. He offered his services as a private dick to several different people, but every single case was unsolvable. It was like they'd just vanished into thin air, but he knew that wasn't possible. It was frustrating to realize he was such a lousy dick.

Spoilers, but this is when the Thanos snap happens, and Wade is completely oblivious. Could someone who can be so devastatingly observant really be so obtuse? Or is his mind just protecting itself from such an incomprehensible reality that everyone else is suddenly saddled with? These are things Nate wonders later as well. Even I don’t know for sure. (I haven’t watched End Game and there’s still more plotline to tackle during the Snap, don’t @ me about how Marvel did it, I don’t know and I don’t care, I have my own plans) (By the way, characters will either be snapped or inexplicably alive, and that’s not a plot hole, that’s the joke. Welcome to Marvel, the writers never fucking make sense and I don’t have to either, YEET)

[Someone tried to sell a metal arm on the black market????!! It better be Bucky's and not yours. Not like I care.] [It was Bucky's.]

Rip Buckkyyyyyy lmaooo

But also, cryyyy because Nate is busy trying to help deal with absolute fucking chaos and he didn’t really stop to consider whether Wade would be wondering what happened to him. Ow. Yeah, I think Wade definitely subconsciously registered what happened and is in total denial of reality. It’s better that way. Nobody fucking tell him.

There was nothing that he hated more than being ignored. Might as well just talk to himself. Which he did a lot of lately.

Foreshadowing.

All of the warmth left his body at once, leaving him a little breathless and dizzy. He was vaguely aware of Nate looking at him, but it was less of a 'you're home' and more of a ' why are you here?'

This whole area of the fic hurts so good because I’m gay and I love drama.

Wade coming home, literally bleeding to death on the inside and in shock because, once again, everything went to shit for him, story of his life. And he sees Nate just there, dressed down, relaxed, and has this little flash of domestic happiness because he so desperately wishes that the domestic happiness was real and that Nate actually was waiting for him and happy to see him come home, and the hard snap back to reality where Nate doesn’t even like him is soooo fucking painful lol end me. And on top of that, he misread Nate’s concern as hate/disgust for him bc that’s what he’s used to, and then he passes out on the floor and wakes up with Nate over him because I’m gay and I love drama!!!!

"Wade, you died for a second," Nate told him. Wade couldn't quite tell if Nate was concerned for him or just annoyed. "I had to pull a piece of metal pipe from your chest. Can you tell me what happened?"

"I got a… pipe in my chest," Wade said, pausing for breath. His lungs felt wet and heavy. He should've left the pipe in.

"Very illuminating," Nate deadpanned, letting go. "Anything else I should know?"

This moment where Nate is so very fucking concerned for Wade, but then Wade cracks a weak joke, because that’s how he copes, and Nate is like, wow, fuck it, so much for being worried about you.

[[SCREAMS IN GAY.]]

These thoughts didn't feel like his own, even though they had his voice. His mind was always scattered, full of thoughts that flowed nonstop like a babbling brook. Sometimes it took a lot of conscious effort to reign himself in and make sense of his own head. But these just popped out of nowhere, in bold print, in boxes that were separate from everything else.

"Am I going nuts?" he wondered aloud, whispering to himself, because honestly, he was a little afraid of his own head right now.

(A little late to be asking that.)

And this is when the ‘boxes’ manifest for Wade. But in this fic, the voices that manifest in his head are his own intrusive, negative thoughts. The depression, the loneliness, the self-hatred, the belief and fear that Nate hates him too.

I’m gonna recap vs a full copy and paste because the next bit is long:

-Wade is coughing up blood clots from his lungs in the morning, or trying to. -Nate is disgusted but also sympathetic and offers to help Wade out. -A really layered conversation occurs.

“Maybe if I drown myself in the bathtub, the blood clots will rinse out. What d'you think?"

Wade’s exhausted. Joking, but also dead serious. Nate is concerned about Wade making such a dark joke, but he also can tell that Wade really is struggling.

“I’ll help you.”

“Really?” Wade is relieved Nate wants to help him, at first, but then remembers he just said he wanted to drown himself in a bathtub, and becomes disheartened again because he remembers Nate doesn’t like him. “Oh. Yeah.”

From Wade’s point of view: Nate just offered to help Wade kill himself, because of course someone would get a kick out of drowning him, he’s annoying, yadda yadda.

From Nate’s point of view: Wade isn’t okay and he offered to help him with his problem, because he sounds desperate and Nate doesn’t think that jokes will help Wade with his mental state, nor will the drowning actually do anything to solve the problem (the blood clots festering in his lungs).

"I bet you'd love to hold me down and watch me struggle," he said, still thinking about the drowning idea. Then, in a flirtatious tone, "I'll make it good for you, baby. Just promise me we'll do it face to face."

From Wade’s POV: He’s making a joke about Nate drowning him, but also making a sex joke to make it funny, to mock Nate if he really does want to drown Wade, so maybe he wouldn’t do it, or maybe it’d be weird and interesting.

From Nate’s POV: Wade is flirting with him, and his humor and still really dark and Nate really shouldn’t laugh at it or encourage that kind of thing.

From Wade’s POV, seeing Nate trying not smile: ah holy fuck he really wants to drown me.

"I don't want to watch you struggle," Nate said. If he did, he'd just leave Wade alone to keep coughing up blood.

"Ah. Consensual," Wade nodded. "Okay, well, I'd be open to some over-the-clothes stuff, and whatever happens while I'm still dead doesn't count."

Nate couldn't help but laugh. "I don't think we're having the same conversation."

Wade is continuing the joke, because from his POV he’s like, whelp, this might as well be what happens.

But they really aren’t having the same conversation. There’s more like, four different conversations happening at once. Wade’s very sincere idea of drowning himself as a solution to his problems, and Wade joking about Nate drowning him as a sexual innuendo. Nate interpreting Wade’s dark humor as a shitty attempt at flirting that he neither wants to encourage nor outright shoot down, and Nate offering to give Wade a better solution to fix his actual problem.

And Nate’s solution is to use his telekinesis to just... remove all the shit from Wade’s lungs. But he didn’t communicate that idea with Wade before just doing it, even if he did ask permission, so that’s pretty shitty and hence why we had to add the ‘Nonconsensual Telekinetic Heimlich Maneuver’ tag. smh

"That was dubious at best and now we have to add a warning in the tags," Wade sighed. "Non-consensual telekinetic Heimlich maneuver…. This is problematic now. People aren't gonna click on this."

This is a good spot to stop for now and continue in another post.

#self meta #reread #a little xo wouldn't go amiss

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hi! i’m currently struggling with the summary for my fic like i don’t want to make it boring with barley anything but i also don’t wanna i reveal everything (did that even make sense¿) any advice?

(this was sent weeks ago and im so sorry it took me so long to respond!!)

right ok so, when i write a summary, in the first summary i make sure to introduce the main character especially. (im gonna use clueless, morningstar, and ruby ruby as an example) (the only reason im using a few is bc i want to show that there are lots of different ways of writing a summary, it really depends on the story)

this is super long so read under the cut xo

CLUELESS: OK, SO, BRIAR CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH — she did not mean to act out the second she stepped foot in Beauxbatons, her grandparents deciding that Hogwarts (for ‘reasons unknown’) was no longer good enough for her and her little brother. She did not mean to find out that her grandparents had forced her and her brother out of the country to avoid them from meeting their father, who had become the newest D.A.D.A. professor… Nor did she mean to get so angry by this that she, well, gave her best friends a run for their money. Fireworks lighting up the dining hall, statues transfigured to resemble David Bowie — everything she remembered her best friends talking about doing, she did, putting her own twist on it (hence David Bowie… and Freddie Mercury… and ABBA…)

MORNINGSTAR: HERE’S THE DEAL — Isabelle Oswald is, sort-of, a changeling. The daughter of the devil given to a human man, a rich lawyer in the Upper East Side, who couldn’t have another kid. Her best friend Riley says that it isn’t really a changeling, more like a demon, but anyway. All Isabelle knows is that she’s pretty much a vampire, swap the blood-sucking for a general need to feed off of energy. And she supposes that’s where her 'birth name’ came from, Moroi Morningstar, but again, whatever. The main issue on the table isn’t so much Isabelle’s weird, but rather, Isabelle doesn’t have to be evil, so she isn’t going to — like, sure, her birth father was a fallen angel, but that doesn’t mean she is. It’s the same as those creeps that are half-angel. (The only saint she needs is Laurent, thanks!)

RUBY, RUBY: RUBY SULLIVAN likes to do the right thing — and she knows this sounds like bullshit, what with associating herself with Carol and Tommy, but for some reason her best friend Steve likes them and that’s enough for her to stomach them. But she likes to do good. Her dad always says stuff about karma and Ruby hopes that if she’s good to the world, the world will be good back… And by “good back,” she means that she’ll get into a good college, or at least find a way to escape Hawkins… And maybe, along the way, Ruby will be able to finally stand up for herself…

so in the first paragraph, i’ve introduced the main character and the situation that they’re in. it’s not so much the actual plot, but like, it’s some background on the character and what’s going on, and also it gives the readers an idea of where the story’s going to start. also, if when you’re writing about what’s going on with your character, if you can find the opportunity to mention other details

“the newest D.A.D.A. professor” = remus is briar’s dad, and “her best friends a run for their money” = if you’re a fan of hp you can gather she’s friends with the twins

“she’s pretty much a vampire” then the specifics introduce isabelle’s powers, and the description about her dad and her origin also explain what’s going on. also, you’re introduced to her best friend riley, and although she’s introduced anyway in the actual story and you don’t need to introduce every single character, riley is important and by having her in the intro puts some emphasis on that

“likes to do the right thing” so ok you know ruby’s motivation already, but also the fact that she’s friends with carol, tommy, and steve. with “escape hawkins” and “stand up for herself,” you can also gather that in this story, you’re gonna have a character that wants to leave her hometown and wants to stand up for themselves (a lot of this does focus more on my next point tho)

then, this is optional, but if possible, you can introduce the character’s personality and, uh, character. obviously this depends on your writing style and whether or not when you’re writing the summary you can add it in without it sound strange, but if possible, introduce the readers to your character. (it’s not like u want them to read a whole story about them)

examples:

from clueless you can gather that briar’s rebellious but also what music she likes. tbh this summary doesn’t show this point as much as the others but that’s okay!! sometimes one summary will have lots of background or introducing the character’s personality and sometimes it won’t!! it depends on the story you’re writing!!

for izzy however, you can get her personality. the informal language (”kid,” “blood-sucking,” “those creeps”) kinda give the sense that izzy’s the opposite of serious, and again that sort of language in a way shows izzy’s age a little? also, the same goes with the “but whatever,” and “but anyway.” like izzy as a character is quite carefree and bubbly. and then, with “the only saint she needs is laurent, thanks!” introduces a couple of things: izzy makes remarks, izzy is rich (bc she’s mentioning a luxury brand like it’s a brand she’s accustomed to), and izzy can be materialistic. like. the only saint she needs is laurent. she’s what madonna was singing about in material girl likeee

with ruby it’s a lot more obivous, and also a lot more stressed? so like in the intro to ruby ruby it shows: ruby wants to do the right thing (so her morals), ruby’s an optimistic character (”she hopes”), and she wants to stand up for herself. because with ruby ruby, the full introduction introduces all of the sullivans, the paragraph for each character was sort of more “yo this is this one” and much less of “this is the full story.” for ruby ruby, the full story’s introduced a lot more in the final paragraph

normally when i write a introduction i stick to two paragraphs and then maybe one sentence right at the end, which often becomes the short summary for the full thing. so in the second paragraph, i introduce the plot. not all of it, but enough to get a reader interested.

CLUELESS: But things take a turn at the end of the school year, when Madame Maxime pulls her aside and informs her of the Triwizard Tournament, a game where Beauxbatons competes against Durmstrang Institute and Hogwarts. And, in the words of Madame Maxime herself — “the school will burn down if I leave you here, so, you are coming, too.”

Fair enough.

MORNINGSTAR: The thing is, though — Isabelle doesn’t want to become a superhero. There are lots of other ways to improve the world, and if anything, she wishes she could keep her powers as hidden as possible. But, when things start to go upside down, it becomes a lot less difficult to stay secret. More and more monsters begin cropping up in her side of the woods, girls from her high school are disappearing left, right, and centre, with the explanation of “We want Morningstar” — and to top it off, her heart skips a beat every time she runs into the kid called Spiderman, even though they’ve managed to be on opposite ends of the civil war between the Avengers…

Life’s hard when you’re the devil’s daughter.

RUBY, RUBY: So when Will Byers goes missing, both Ruby and Lisa are thrown into the deep end. Whilst Ruby’s helping his older brother Jonathan, Lisa’s forced to speak to her own friends again, upon noticing the weird girl that she and Ruby helped escape from the restaurant earlier that week. And now, both girls are living up to their parents’ life lesson of “the most important thing is being good,” even if it means they’re hurtling towards the life their parents escaped from all those years ago…

normally it starts with, “so when this happens,” and it won’t introduce all of the plot, but it’ll introduce part of it.

like, with clueless, in the intro you learn that briar’s going back to hogwarts. you don’t know she becomes a werewolf, you don’t know that she starts to have doubts about preferring hogwarts to beauxbatons, a lot of the plot is unknown, but there’s still enough for a reader to like the sounds of it, and keep on reading.

same with morningstar. it carries on the explaining from the first paragraph but then, you find out that monsters are appearing (but not which ones) and that girls are going missing because someone wants isabelle, but you don’t know why. the stuff’s introduced, in enough detail for a reader to be interested, and then i introduced the love interest. like your readers don’t need to know every single detail off the bat, just enough to be interested

then with ruby ruby. ruby and her little sister are going to be involved with the main story in stranger things. you know who they’ll be hanging out with, but you don’t really know why, nor do you know the rest of the details. at the end i mentioned that their parents were connected with the upside down at one point, but you don’t know what they actually did. just that they were involved. it’s just enough for the reader to be like, “oh shit” and want to read the actual chapters

so, in summary:

introduce your character (because it’s that kid that’s gonna attract readers at the end of the day)

introduce the plot but not in much detail. just enough for readers to be intrigued

make sure the intro reflects upon the story like,,,, don’t give me a fun introduction when the actual story is sad and serious u know

i know it’s super difficult to actually write a summary but i try to keep things in mind when i’m writing mine. like i always want to make sure that the introduction properly reflects upon the story and the character. and again, a lot of the stuff i talked about i don’t make sure to include, it’s more like, i’ll be conscious of the words i’m using when i’m writing it. also a lot of my intros are pretty informal but that’s because my narrative style’s definitely influenced by reading too much meg cabot and lisi harrison when i was little lmao

also!! when you’re writing a summary don’t be afraid to have a look at others. like don’t copy them but look at how different people have written them. like even with three of mine, there’s some variety. there’s no harm in reading others to get a feel of what to write yourself

hope this helps!! :-)

ask me questions!!

also: clueless, morningstar, ruby ruby

#asks #bioodflood #writing help

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teenwolve · 6 years

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I´d like to ask questions from 1 to 44 thank u

damn alright sis lmao get comfy -- also i answered these quick and all over the place so its messy

1: Age

Eighteen!2: Shoe size

I didn’t wanna do this but ya girl’s an elephant AND so size 10 (women, au) ):3, 4, 5: Do you smoke/drink/drugs?

Nope! Nope! Nope!

6: Age you get mistaken for

idk but it’s always older,, i gOT TOLD SOMEONE THOUGHT I WAS 25 WTF7: Have tattoos?

Yah,, just one atm. The one on my wrist saying ‘love dad xo’ in his handwriting8: Want any tattoos?

YES SO MANY9: Got any piercings?

Yeah boiii, just two in each ear right now.10: Want any piercings?

Yeah, I want more in my ears and i kinda dig nose piercings but idk if on me11: Best friend?

That’s motherfuckin complicated atm because i don’t talk to irl people and like we’re still friends but we havent talked which is normal for us but yeah idk where i stand bc we dont talk about mushy things like that anymore ya know. i still love her as a sister and think of her as my best friend, but idk what she thinks of me12: Relationship status

Single af man13: Biggest turn ons

DACRE MONTGOMERY14: Biggest turn offs

RUDE, BOSSY (24/7)15: Favorite movie

DUDE WHERE’S MY CAR AND/OR STEP BROTHERS16: I’ll love you if...

YOU LOVE ME AND ARE HONEST17: Someone you miss

My dad18: Most traumatic experience

My dads death19: A fact about your personality

I’M VVV SELFLESS20: What I hate most about myself

BODY21: What I love most about myself

MY EYES22: What I want to be when I get older

I JUST WANT TO PAY MY BILLS MAN23: My relationship with my sibling(s)

MY YOUNGER BROTHER AND I ARE BASICALLY TWINS BUT MY OLDER BROTHER HATES THE WORLD BUT WE’RE GETTING BETTER24: My relationship with my parent(s)

MY MUM IS CHILL AND MY STEP DAD IS OKAY ON CERTAIN DAYS. I STRONGLY BELIEVE I’D BE BESTIES WITH MY DAD25: My idea of a perfect date

tbh just dinner and a movie or like maccas or just at home with movies and pizza26: My biggest pet peeves

loud breathing, loud anything, screaming/crying children, and 100 more i can’t remember right now

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

DACRE MONTGOMERY28: A description of the person I dislike the most

IDEK MAN I LOVE EVERYONE EVEN IF I HATE THEM and yes that made no sense29: A reason I’ve lied to a friendTO GIVE THEM A BIRTHDAY PRESENT 30: What I hate the most about work/school

PEOPLE WHO DONT DO WHAT THEYRE TOLD31: What my last text message says

’OK thanks lovey xoxo’ LMAO MY STEP DAD32: What words upset me the most

‘dacre doesn’t know you exist’ lmAo idk a lot of words yikes im triggered at anything

33: What words make me feel the best about myself

anything to do with my hair, eyes, skin, and body i guess. idk exact words but34: What I find attractive in womenhair tbh like why are we all so pretty35: What I find attractive in men

hair, cheekbones, JAW LINE, back muscles, haNDS, etc and good manners, humour36: Where I would like to live

NEW YORK37: One of my insecurities

MY SIDE PROFILE

38: My childhood career choice

VET39: My favorite ice cream flavor

CHOCOLATE40: Who I wish I could be

ME BUT WITH A BETTER BODY41: Where I want to be right nowSOMEWHERE COLD AND/OR NEW YORK42: The last thing I ateliquorice bullets yUm

43: Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately

DACRE MONTGOMERY 44: A random fact about anything

Unicorns aren’t real ;)

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thecloseststar · 7 years

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🌟, 🌻, ✈, ☕, 🎵, ⚡, 🍀, 🐬, 🍄, 📚, 🐧, 🐵, 💫, 🎀, 🐼. :)💖

🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!)my hair, open-mindedness, and patience

🌻 if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change? usa’s president, prejudice, and the denying of global warming

✈️ what is your dream city and why?probably seattle bc it’s very liberal lmao and i like the weather there better than florida so who knows my man

☕️ talk about your ideal daywell my ideal day would probably be meeting up with a bunch of my friends and going to a tøp concert together

🎵 name 5 songs you love at the moment1. andromeda- gorillaz2. xo- fob3. kingdom come- jon bellion4. fake you out- tøp 5. girls/girls/boys- panic

⚡️ if you had any superpower, what would it be and why?probably shapeshifting if it had no limits so i could turn into like an oxygen molecule and just disappear or turn into a cheetah to run and stuff like that

🍀 if you could be any fictional character’s best friend/lover, which fictional character would you be?i love ron weasley

🐬 if you could transform into any animal/magical creature, what would you be and why?a unicorn bc nobody fucks with a unicorn

🍄 talk about someone/something you really disliked****d tr**p, i don’t like his views, attitude, ideas at all and he’s not someone i would want being in charge of my rights, he doesn’t give a fuck about anyone that isn’t a white straight cis guy, which is most of our country, he’s homophobic, sexist, racist and literally every form of prejudice there can be, he doesn’t care about equal rights, reproductive rights, and anyone that isn’t in the upper class. he doesn’t give a fuck about education or the future of our country (and our planet bc apparently “the concept of global warming was created by and for the chinese in order to make us manufacturing non-competitive”- what a fucking dumbass) all he cares about is money and golfing and his priorities do not match mine in anyway- he is literally the only person i can say i hate on this planet and he is literally my president, he didn’t win the election fairly (with a popular vote) he won by this dumbass, out-of-date thing called the electoral college where a bunch of old white cis dudes get to pick who runs our country (the concept of the electoral college was to have a group between the government and the people to make educated decisions bc the people were not seen as educated by the government) okay so that’s my rant for now

📚 share 3 books that you love and your favourite quote from them.i love harry potter and my favorite quote from the prisoner of azkaban is “happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light”

“you are too generous to trifle with me. if your feelings are still what they were last april, tell me so at once. my affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.” from pride & prejudice idk why i love that part so much but i do

“but you can’t make people listen. they have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. it can’t last.” from fahrenheit 451

🐧 describe yourself in 3 wordspatient, open-minded, pink-hair 😂

🐵 which quotes changed you?basically the entirety of top’s signing to fueled by ramen:“don’t give up. push through the droughts. channel the inevitable disappointments into your craft. break molds. think. create. and most importantly, stay alive. and in the meantime, make it about others. that seems to work. stay strong. live on. and power to the local dreamer.“ |-/

💫 who inspires you?twenty one pilots

🎀 what’s your fashion sense like?band shirts, skinny jeans, sweaters, cardigans, chokers, flannels, i kinda like boho stuff but i don’t really have the clothes for it lmao

🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be and why?twenty one pilots, they have changed my life and affected it more than anything else, i have found such amazing friends and i’m now part of this incredible supportive family that i’ve needed for a long time, i know that a lot of people in the clique have gone through what i’ve gone through and it’s nice to have a community that can relate to you and actually cares about you, i love all of you very much and i don’t know where i’d be without you, meeting tyler and josh would mean the world to me because they gave me all of you, they gave me hope, they gave me music to keep going and i am eternally grateful for that

#ask

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aplaceforrtprompts · 7 years

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hey fam!!!!! hope ur having a swell day. could i maybe possibly have something with joel h x fem!reader where she's like 22 or something and they're dating and it's all people talk about? like on twitter and in comment sections and forums and stuff. and he gets heckin upset bc she does? xo

Word Count: 1,049

It started with a comment and exploded from there. You knew how mean the community could get when they latched onto something. You also knew that usually it went away after awhile but six months later and it was still just as bad if not worse.

“You know if I was trying to sleep my way to the top I would have gone with Burnie or Matt. Sure Joel is the looker but they have the better pull,” you read off to Jon. He was also going to for this kind of thing considering he was your closest friend at the company. “It’s not like I’ve even moved up. Sure I’ve been offered positions to move up but I can’t take them because of shit like this.”

Jon pulled you into a much needed hug. “You love Joel, right?” You nodded. “And he loves you?”

“Sure but-”

“No buts. People suck. I will be first in like to tell you that but you two care about each other. The comments are only going to keep coming. Remember what they said before?” Jon raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah they were about how I wouldn’t get anyone and a lot about my weight,” you remembered.

“They always have something nasty to say it's the internet. They also have some good things today too,” Jon noted.

You scrolled through your latest video feed, “You’re right.” You gave him a forced smile, “Thanks.”

You stepped out of Jon’s office and completely missed your boyfriend hiding around the corner as you walked off trying to read through the comments. Jon understood where you were coming from but he didn’t get the comments couldn’t just roll off your back.

You continued to read through about how you weren’t good enough for Joel, that he was just using you to feel young, how the age difference was creepy.

You took a deep breath to try and calm yourself though it did nothing this was all you obsessed about when you weren’t with Joel or working on a project.

A few days later you received an email to be on On The Spot from Jon. You were about to reply yes when your eyes caught sight that Joel was planned to be your partner.

You sighed and started typing out a response about how you didn’t plan that was such a good idea when your boyfriend popped his head into your office.

“Hey,” he greeted, eyes darting around giving you the sense he was hiding something.

You still couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face every time you saw him. You reached out and took his hand so you could pull him closer. He dipped his head and gave you a soft kiss.

“Hey,” you finally greeted back. You smiled even wider when he flashed you his grin.

“Did you see Jon’s email yet?” he asked in an excited tone, something you rarely heard from him and never something you heard when he was referring to when talking about On The Spot.

“What did you do?” you raised an eyebrow.

He chuckled and shook his head, “Nothing. I just told Jon I’d only do it if you were my partner. I was seeing if he emailed you.”

“He did but Joel I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” your smile fell.

“Why not?” he took a step back to read you better.

“We’re still getting a lot of shit for dating and I think it’d stir the pot,” you explained.

“I don’t know. I think it could be our chance to show off how cute we are. We’re cute right?” he asked the last question as if he was actually unsure.

“So damn cute,” you agreed and shook your head. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

“Yes!” Joel celebrated with another kiss to your lips, “See you Thursday.”

As he started to walk out of the office you shouted after him, “I better be seeing you at lunch as well.”

“That too!” he shouted before running off.

Thursday rolled around and you had pocketed your phone for On The Spot. You’d deal with the negativity after. Right now you were just having a blast with your friends, doing stupid improv games.

“Jon. Jon. Look at me,” you took your friend’s hand and leaned across the desk. You really didn’t want to do the redemption challenge. “You love me right?”

“I do but this is tough love babe,” Jon took his hand back. He looked back to the camera, “Now normally this is where I usually read our second ad but today’s second sponsor is not the RT Store though you should always check it out.”

“Roosterteeth.com/store,” you chimed in.

“Or store.roosterteeth.com,” Jeremy added.

“Thank you. Five points to each of you instead we have a special PSA that Joel would like to share,” he gestured to Joel who stood and cleared his throat. You looked at him having a feeling this is why he was so insistent as to have you on the show.

“I just wanted to say to anyone who has any comments about my relationship with the beautiful Y/N that aren’t something supportive or kind, fuck you. Seriously. We’re both happy with one another. We get each other. The age difference is pretty large but we don’t give a shit so neither should you. The relationship is between me and her. She’s turned down promotions because you’re such a judgmental pile of assholes. She frets over what you say. I don’t but she does so you don’t have to like us but you do have to fuck off if you’re not going to be nice,” Joel preached.

You stared at him in complete awe. He had heard you in Jon’s office and you felt guilty instantly for worrying about such silly things when you had such an amazing boyfriend and such supportive friends.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until the audience started clapping and hollering. You reached out for Joel’s hand, “Thank you.”

He turned to you and smiled before leaning down for a soft kiss but he let it linger for the cameras. You were blushing now.

“Love you,” he grinned down at you.

“Love you too,” you smiled back up at him.

#JoelH #ragehappy #reader insert #rt reader insert #rt imagine #Anonymous

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crqstalite · 5 years

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pt. 4, off duty.

this and thek’s chapter took the longest because while i enjoyed their romances (aric n mako) they also took a higher place on my favorite romances, and aric was actually the first ever companion i had (i started playing in 2011 but never got past the prolouge), so i wanted to do him some real justice. in all, i think for the trooper companions everyone ends up getting their spotlight (bc i’m really bad at writing other companions unless you’re the first companion of the class or the love interest) bc i love the trooper companions. the story could’ve been better, but a 8/10 for me.

small tw : anxiety attacks.

written : 6.29.19. published on tumblr : 7.6.19. word count : 3,956.

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character song : hooked on a feeling, blue swede

character file : major hakiojkl hyperion of the republic army

Off-duty.

An odd word for a Major of the Republic Army, more so for the Commanding Officer of Havoc Squad.

But somehow, she’s technically (supposed to be) the definition of that word right now.

Or she should be. But, the reports from other cells of the Army are calling to her, and it’s now candlelight hours, a definition once told to her by an officer on Coruscant, and in Tanno’s words, meaning she should be sleep by now. She doesn’t think she’s gotten that far, filing a few away for presentation to Garza in the near future, but her eyes are drooping as she moves on through the mountain of work.

Of course, the Thunderclap is silent as they move slowly in the vacuum of space. Elara had been busy at work on some reports earlier in the day, but Hakiojkl had politely asked her to enjoy herself during their few weeks of leave. Tanno and Yuun had also attempted helping her file them away for a later date (Yuun helpful as always, even if he didn’t fully understand them, but Tanno still trying, futilely, to get her to do some R&R with the rest of the crew), but she’d sent them away as well. M1-4X was going through some of his own updates, so he was in a low-power mode all day. (Tanno made fun of him a few times before getting bored and residing to the storage room) Everyone slept somewhat peacefully, except for her.

Aric had been the most persistent though. She’d tell him to leave, he’d come back five minutes later to help her. She’d tell him to leave again, firmer, he’d come back again. While it wasn’t frustrating, four eyes were better than two, it’s was her job, not his, to finish these and keep a standard of order and punctuality. Not to mention that like the others, she didn’t know how long it had been since her XO had taken a few weeks of leave himself, even though he’d been with her the longest.

He’d given her a disgruntled look at the idea before leaving for the last time fifteen minutes ago, “If that’s how you want it.” Before pressing a kiss to her temple.

Maybe that’s why she hadn’t gotten anything done since he’d left. Her face still burned from the interaction just thinking about it. Hakio wasn’t good at loving, and she knew it. Jonas’ advancements made her uncomfortable, and she’d shook them off like water. But something about Aric made that cling onto her. He wasn’t flirtatous, whatsoever, and in the beginning seemed to be jealous of her new position as his CO. She’d assumed he would always be like that, and nothing she did or didn’t do would make him more willing to follow her.

But somehow, they’d ended up like the ‘star-crossed lovers’ from the holodrama she used to watch with her sisters as a child. They weren’t moving fast, and that’s how she liked it, but even just having him around made her feel safe, protected with him by her side. When these feelings had first surfaced in her, she panicked. It was wrong to feel these feelings for your squadmate, especially someone that you shared a ship with. You had nowhere to run if things went bad, and if that was the case, whenever they were alone with you, you could be killed, or worse, handed over to the Empire without a second thought.

It wasn’t practical.

Romance was an impairment.

Growing up as the youngest of six girls and three boys, she’d seen her fair share of romance. It sometimes was small, and bloomed into something more beautiful, like with her oldest sister, Quinne and her husband, Niko, and sometimes it was hot and passionate, like with her brother Tyqin and his husband, Yuvi. As they all got married off before she left for military training, often her sisters would try pairing her off with the boys around her age, which always went worse than intended. Josie, her youngest brother attempted pairing her off with girls in his grade, which ended in Deandre leaving her because she couldn’t put up with Hakio always been at the Army camp.

It wouldn’t have worked in the long run, and she figured Deandre was only with her to get closer to Josie. That or to be the gold digger she turned out to be once she married Josie.

Unlike other girls, she’d never gotten that pulsating heart feeling, her face didn’t go red seeing anyone shirtless, male or female. When she’d eventually been promoted Sergeant and subsequently transferred to Ord Mantell, she’d just resigned to accepting she was ace. And that was okay, it meant there was no rushing home to someone because you’d been out all day saving the galaxy, it meant no having to share an apartment or a room, and it definitely meant not having to try and impress your partner with MREs because you couldn’t cook (that was primarily based off an offhanded comment Aric had made, and it was halfway true with Hakiojkl herself).

But the Cathar had weaseled his way into her heart somehow. It kept her from focusing, even on her better days. She’d never admitted to anyone about it, even her siblings, who made it their job to call every other day, even if they didn’t know that another sibling had called her just a day before.

Her eye twitched at the thought of it (or it could be the caffeine she’d had today). She was gonna have to have Elara begin blocking her siblings’ holocalls one of these days, they were getting more distracting than Jorgan.

“I’m not in love, am I?” she whispered under her breath, eyes scanning over the datapad’s bright light, stylus in her mouth as she made a movement to stretch. Closing her eyes, she yawned as her shoulder popped, relief flooding into her body. Eyes open again, she was ready to begin working once more, but instead her eyes locked onto Aric’s.

He’d been standing behind her with a cup of something steaming as she yelped girlishly, something she hadn’t done in years while in the military. He was also startled, as she must’ve been so deep into her work (or her own thoughts) that she hadn’t heard him come in. “Jorgan!”

He restabilizes the drinks and places them down next to her on the desk, a mischeveous grin crossing his face as he sat down next to her (she hadn’t bothered putting away the chair he had been sitting in before, knowing he’d just be back). “Sir, permission to speak freely?”

“Stars, yes, permission granted.” She’s trying to calm her racing heart, not uphold protocol right then. Whether because Aric was in private quarters right now or because he’d startled the Force right out of her (if she was force-sensitive), she figured it was a combination of both.

“Thought you were sleep in here for a minute, brought you something.” The cup was warm as she sipped at it, as she immediatly relaxed from the adrenaline rush. Well, it was still there, her face hot and heart racing. But, she smiled, it was a thicker drink she’d enjoyed back on Hoth when they’d been stationed there with Yuun. However, Aric hadn’t been with her then, Elara had joined her. She’d make sure to ask how he knew how to make it later.

Glancing over at him once she’d had her fill, she put the cup down. “Thank you, Jorgan. But if I may ask, why do you keep coming back? I told you I had this.”

He considers his words before speaking again, “Major, you’ve been working on these reports for the last three days of leave. I figured if you wouldn’t listen to anyone else, you’d listen to your XO, sir.”

“Yes, I’m fully aware of that, Captain.” She hadn’t been aware how long she’d been working.

“Elara believes you haven’t slept in those 72 hours, sir.”

“How does she know that?” Elara, perceptive as always must’ve noticed how clumsy she was getting around the ship, as she’d spent the first half of the day nursing a bump on her forehead and bruised ego for running into one of the Thunderclap’s walls. She hadn’t slept in a couple of normal sleep rotations though, she knew that. She figured any medic would know the signs of exhaustion.

“Didn’t say.”

They’re both quiet for a bit as she continues with her work, words swimming and formulas disappating as the night wears on. He doesn’t say much as they work side by side, where they’re at their best. It seems like whether on the battlefield or on the Thunderclap, everything faded away except for the task at hand when they were together. Aric had her back, and she had his.

Always would, she hoped.

However, maybe another hour later, her grip on the tablet is loosening, and Aric picks it up out of her hands and puts it down on the desk, looking up from his own. She doesn’t fight him as she leans back in her chair, blinking away the awaiting exhaustion. It’s like she’s missing pieces of the night, she can’t even remember whether she’d eaten before coming back in here after helping Yuun and Elara with something. Something she couldn’t remember right then. Crossing her arms and lowering her head, she was beginning to blank on the day’s events.

“Major?”

“Hmph?!” She’s dozing off once Aric lightly shakes her awake as she flails, jolting up and mildly confused as she steadies herself, scanning the room for any sort of danger. She’s out of it, completely. “I’m awake what’s-”

Aric’s grinning and she must’ve grimaced because it disappates. “Nothing, you fell asleep for a moment there and I figured you should sleep in a bed, sir.”

“Oh.” Danger averted, she guessed he was right. Sleep was calling, and her body desperately cried to answer. “Yes, of course.”

Stumbling out of the chair like a drunkard, her legs almost gave out beneath her, after not standing in so long. Aric stood in a split second, helping to stabilize her even though she made a weak motion to wave him off. “Stars, I’m not a child, Jorgan.”

She could almost hear his thoughts contradicting that statement, but figured she wouldn’t say anything else. He paused, as she made a motion for her storage closet, where she kept most of her clothes when she wasn’t wearing her armor. She desperately needed a bath, a nice run through the 'fresher, maybe a hat afterwards but definitely a shave, the fuzzies on the top of her head were coming in fast now. But just as that thought crossed her mind she turned back around. “I’ll be alright now, thank you Captain.”

“Yes, I’ll be out of your hair, sir. Good night.” He left, as she considered the white shirt she’d thrown off. It wasn’t even hers, she figured she’d know her clothing (It didn’t have Dorne written on where the tag should be, and she’d know if it were Yuun’s or Vik’s.), but it seemed she had been wearing Aric’s and he hadn’t mentioned it. No one ever made a big deal if you wearing someone else’s training shirt during drills, you were sweating and working out so no one cared as long as they got washed.

“For the record, you kiss like some people punch.”

After that episode in the weapons locker, she’d left the situation between them alone, and Aric seemed happy to leave it that way. She didn’t even know whether she remembered what he said correctly, but it had left her feeling like she’d done something wrong. Out of all the endorphins she felt, her main thought was 'Are my kisses supposed to feel like punches?’

A fleeting thought led her laugh at the idea of calling one of her sisters. If they knew, especially if Voonie knew, she’d either have Aric’s head or come down to the Thunderclap herself. She figured having no advice was better than having biased advice.

In that moment, she decided on just tossing the shirt back on and leaving the room, bare feet and all. It hadn’t been that long since he’d left, and she got lucky as he was just passing by the holocom in the middle of the ship as she nearly tripped over herself on the way down the stairs. (Hadn’t been the first time, thank the Maker that only Yuun had been on the ship that day, or Tanno would never let her live it down. Nor would Aric, but he’d be more discreet about his jestering, as would Elara.)

She wasn’t sure if he had heard her first or just…sensed her coming down the stairs (probably the former, Hakio enjoyed the 'going in guns blazing’ aspect of being Havoc Squad, not being an ace in stealth), but he turned around before she crossed the few millimeters between them. “Major?”

“Aric, you once said kissing me felt like a punch, didn’t you?”

He paused, clearly thinking over his words before responding. Even though her nerves were shivering in the darkness of the Thunderclap, she felt hot as she waited for his response. “Yes, I did.”

She doesn’t allow him another sentence as she steps to connect them both. She keeps that comment in mind, but she figures she’s less forceful than the first time. He seems surprised for a second, but he doesn’t pull away, instead melting into her. Her siblings always seemed to have a description for kisses they experienced, but for now, Hakio had none. It was just, euphoria. She felt nothing and everything at the same time. It’s one of the few times neither of them is in combat armor, so his hands are bare as they seem to just know to rest his hands around her waist, and without durasteel covering her, she could feel as it happened. A strong grasp keeping her in place as she tried her best to not shiver through the experience.

He doesn’t let her go once they do pull apart, quietly gasping for air in the dark of the ship, his face illuminated by the low-power of the holocom. “Better?” She whispers, questioning.

“Still feels like a slap on the wrist.” He chuckles lowly before kissing her again. “But, I’ll take as many slaps as you’re willing to give.”

She decides not to comment on the lude innuendo. This is the closest they’ve been since then, out of sight of the others and not in the middle of combat. This is the safest she’s felt since, well at any point in her life, maybe the exception being with her family. He’s strong, she’s known this since the days she’s caught him with his shirt off by accident (Elara’s made it a mild concern how Vik and Aric walk around the ship shirtless after drills, but at the time, Hakio made it a backburner issue and responded she could do the same if she wanted.), but it was different with his arms actually around her. He’s soft, and while she can’t describe it, so is his fur. Makes her want to run her hands through it.

They’re both breathing hard, trying to remain together as Hakio finally let herself go. As if all the anxiety of never loving before was taken away by Aric himself. She smiled as he leaned his forehead against hers, standing in each others arms, neither ready to let the either go. The fears subside, for now, but they scream to be let out again, expressed.

“Hakio.”

“Yes?” She whispered in response. She lifted hers to meet his emerald green eyes that softened at the sight of her, every time she walked into the weapons locker.

“I love you.”

She freezes for a second. No one has ever said that to her but her own family, so it’s a new thought to connect loving to someone that didn’t share blood with her. For a moment, all the fear and anxiety floods into her, feeling as if an attack is coming on again. Her heart is racing, too fast, her palms are becoming sweaty and she feels dizzy. But not in the way her siblings ever described to her. It doesn’t feel right, and it scares her.

“Hakio?” He seems concerned now, placing a palm on her cheek. She’s willing back tears as she tries to re-align herself with the situation at hand. Throwing caution to the wind is beginning to have it’s toll on her, and she’s afraid of so many things if they truly become involved, romantically at least… “Are you alright?”

“..Y-yes.” A few sneaky drops of water snake their way down her cheeks.

“You clearly aren’t.” He loosens his grasp around her waist, taking her hands in his. “Hakio, talk to me.”

“I’m fine, Jorgan.” She’s not fine. She’s hoping he doesn’t notice how she employs his surname instead of his first name, but he does.

“Hakio.” His voice takes on a warning tone as she looks back up at him, nearly sniffling away tears. Blast it, this is embarassing, she’s supposed to be the hardened Major of the strongest Special Forces unit in the known galaxy and here she is crying because she doesn’t want someone to care about her and get hurt.

Emotions really do get in the way.

“I’m afraid then.” She’s worried he won’t hear, but he’s very clearly listening. “Aric, if you and I get…'involved’, what if I die one day? What will you be left with? What if Garza transfers one of us, and I never see you again-”

“Hakio, breathe.” Somehow he’s well-versed in the attacks she’s had. None have been particularly this bad, or this intimate, as they keep their voices low, the others sleep only a couple of feet away behind a closed door. But he knows, and she follows his advice. She’s calming down, but the fear gnaws at her. They’re real fears, things she never wants to face, a world without Aric. “Whatever happens, happens. It’s business as usual Hakio, and we can’t control that. And y'know what, that’s okay. I’ll still love you, and I figure you love me, even if I haven’t heard you say it.”

She nods as he brushes away another stray tear. “You got it?”

“I got it.” She whispers as he goes in for another kiss. “I love you, Aric Jorgan.”

“And I love you too, Hakiojkl Hyperion.”

Somehow, she and Elara are working together the next day, mostly Hakio fixing up some of the ship’s life support systems while Yuun is out and just talking together. She and Elara gained a sister-like relationship while working together, and they trust and enjoy one another’s company to just end up spending a whole day together without ever explaining to the crew that. Not as well-oiled as she and Jorgan, but Elara has definitely been added to the small family Havoc has become.

“Major, permission to speak freely?” Elara asks as she hands Hakio a hydrospanner.

“Permission granted, Elara.” She says, rubbing her forehead before continuing with her work. The dark hairs trying to grow back are a reminder that she needs to shave again, or face the consequence of looking like a spiky plant until she gets a small afro again.

“Can I ask you about something?” Elara questions, handing her another tool as she ties her hair up. “Something…personal.”

“Of course.” She says, with one tool in her mouth and the other in hand screwing in the last part to an upgrade on the medbay’s cot. Squinting, it’s almost in, just about…

“I saw something that I didn’t fully understand last night-

Not unusual. Well, maybe a little. ‘Less a beast from space had wandered onto the ship during the night-

-It’s about your relationship with Captain Jorgan.”

The screw falls onto her eye as Hakio screams out a profanity, hitting her head on the cot, just barely rolling out from underneath it, Elara wincing as she tried to get a good look at the damage the cot had done to her Major, taking her face into her hands to inspect. “I’m sorry, I know it’s none of my business and all.”

“How much do you want to know?” Hakio asks, one hand covering her eye as Elara let her go. Damn, it stings like a bitch, and she wasn’t planning on explaining anything until she and Aric had discussed more. Elara wasn’t meant to see anything either, which is what concerned her more. How much had she seen of last night’s encounter?

She kept herself from dragging a hand down her face and groaning.

“Nothing! I didn’t intend to ever find out that way, I figured you’d tell me when you were ready.”

Elara Dorne has to be the most understanding and polite woman Hakio had ever met. Asocial her ass.

“I’m not hugely curious, really. It was partially obvious to the untrained eye.” She chuckles, and Hakio figures she’s accidentally blushed to cause a reaction from the ex-Imperial. “No offense taken, but it seemed you always chose the Captain over me in the early days. After overhearing his stricter nature, I originally figured you were trying to impress him, but as months passed, I learned you were, in a way I wasn’t expecting.”

“Wasn’t expecting?” Hakio questions as she nurses the second head-bump she’s had in two days as she listens to her Lieutenant.

“Not exactly.” Elara’s in thought for a moment before continuing, “I saw you as my CO when I first arrived from Taris, just a smidgen kinder than Kalor. But eventually, I realized you were nothing like him. You cared for your soldiers, each and every one of us, and you approved every request I ever made towards you, where Kalor would surely refuse. However, you were a strong woman, and I’ve met other per se, 'warrior women’ like you. None I know of ever married.”

“Elara, I’m not married-” She cuts herself off from the inevitable 'maybe’ Elara may respond with.

“I know that, Major. But the way you interact with Captain Jorgan, even around just Havoc, I find it cute. I would never inquire what you do behind closed doors,” Hakio busies herself with tinkering some other gadget to avoid looking at Elara, as she’s sure her face has gone a brighter red than it should against her darker skin, “But I think you both make a fine couple.”

“Thank you?” It turns into a question near the end as Elara hands her another tool as she returns to work on her datapad. “Thank you, I mean, for understanding.”

“Oh, of course, Major.”

“Hakio.”

“Hm?” Elara questions as if she didn’t hear right.

“You heard me, Lieutenant. My name is Hakio, I suggest after two years you use it.” She lifts her head from her gadget to look at the blue-eyed woman as a small smile graces her lips. “I think of you like a sister Elara, and sisters don’t use their sister’s titles to address them.”

“Oh. Of course, Hakio. Did you by any chance finish the reports that the Marshall sent it?”

Hakio groaned. “No, I almost fell asleep last night at my desk while Aric was helping.”

“It’s not that big a deal, really. I was just curious. You are on leave.” She pauses again before leaving the medbay. “Did you and the Captain sign Form 3578-K?”

Hakio is very close to banging her head against the wall if Elara brings up another thing she didn’t finish last night because of her panic attack and general exhaustion. Elara chuckles outwardly, “Just put it on your to-do list, Hakio!”

Hakio shakes her head, halfway smiling and the other half of her blushing madly. Would he sign it with her? She didn’t know, maybe she’d wait for him to ask.

Walking past the holocommunicator, it alerted her there was a message waiting to be played. Must’ve been a broadcast, or whoever was calling would’ve called her personally.

oh i also took some liberties with how the trooper ship is laid out,, bc while writing this i thought the captain’s quarters was across from the cockpit. it’s not :/

but for now i guess it is lol. i also adore elara dorne, and i intend to play her romance through at some point ;) but for now, she’s like a sister to hakiojkl, and helps her with more feminine things bc who are we kidding hakio’s a dumbass to anything that doesn’t include a rifle.

#star wars the old republic #swtor #swtor oc #oc #original character #swtor fanfic #swtor fanfiction #aric jorgan #female trooper/aric jorgan #hakiojkl hyperion

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