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gloryavila · 1 year

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Hirofumi Yoshida X OC!reader

A/n: This isn't anything special and these scenarios were written on Discord, not edited, proofread just purely for thirsting over Yoshida.

Please keep in mind he's aged up to 18 or older in every scenario!!

I will post them here for whatever reason, I swear I'm writing everything exept my Neteyam fic lmao 😭 anyways @mwlkie pookie this one's for you 🫶🫶

Scenario 1:

Sometimes you couldn't help but wonder and just stare at your fiancé. He's literally so beautiful and amazing, you're truly a lucky girl but he's also a very lucky guy to have you. He's beautiful but you aren't ugly either. Anyways..

You were highschool sweathearts, about to be wedded but yet somehow you still get nervous around your soon to be husband. You're guessing it's in his nature to tease you and for you to be shy but this shy with your future husband was a bit too much..

"What's wrong darling?" He asked as he turned his head around as he just parked the car in an empty parking lot.

"Ah.. nothing I was just thinking about something.." you said as you started to wonder off in thought again.

"Is something troubling my darling? Is there something I could do for my darling?"

How could you not get nervous when this utterly amazing man was talking to you like this, looking at you like this..

You got a bit shy again as your cheeks turned a pinkish color while maintaining eye contact with him.

"Hmm?" He put his hand on your cheek.

"My darling if were going to get married how nervous and shy would you be then?" He teased as his words were followed by his infamous teasing smile.

"I guess we'll have to do something about that hm? Don't you think?" He kept teasing making you even more tense and nervous as you started to fiddle with your fingers. He put his other hand on your thigh, rubbing it gently, making your heart want to escape your chest.

"Isn't it better if we take care of that now..-" he said as his voice got lower and he pulled you into a kiss. A small cute little kiss that very quickly turned into whimpering and moaning into eachothers mouths as he was on top of you in the backseat.

Scenario 2:

Friday night out with friends and most importantly your crush, Yoshida. Everything was going good until someone mentioned we should play truth or dare..

You instantly knew you were going to be exposed not just Infront of your friends but also infront of your crush you somehow successfully hid for a year.

You were hoping you could somehow skip your turn by now being active in the game but your luck had to run our sooner or later when you heard your friend say your name.

"Yes..?" You asked nervously.

She chuckled. She was definitely onto something.

"You thought I would just let you be ahh" She teased you.

'GOD DAMN IT..' You thought as your expression was sour as if you just ate a lemon. Your palms sweating and you gulped.

"I dare you to kiss Yoshida kun!" You Friend spat out your whole body was wishing the sun would explode right now, too bad it was night.

"On the cheek right?" You tried to play it off as calm as you could and your response caught Yoshidas attention.

"Yoshida kun, can she kiss your lips?" Your friend asked and he nodded in agreement.

You swore you could literally pass out. Why would Yoshida wanna kiss you.

You turned your head towards him cupping his face about to kiss him as your friend cut you off.

"No no no sit in his lap as you kiss him" She said giggling and another friend commented

"Why are you acting like a porn director" your other friend joked and another said

"Maybe that's her career dream haha"

You wanted to laugh too of the joke wasn't about 'porn' you were doing now.

"You guys shut up!! Now do it!!" You nervously sat in his lap as he made space for you and put his hands on your lower back making you shiver.

You cupped his face again and brought him closer and gave him a soft kiss but Yoshida had other plans.

He moved his hands from your lower back to your neck and face and pulled you for a deeper kiss and you got so into it you moaned a bit.

Then you realized where and you were doing.

You pulled away from the kiss your face as red as a tomato seeing a string of saliva connecting your mouths.

Scenario 3:

Summary:

U and Yoshida r married yk.. so Yoshida works away from home and he has just came over like a few days before his birthday so u ask him what he wants for his birthday.

Yoshida works away from home while you work in a maid cafe. He comes home every few days or so sometimes longer. It was just a few days before his birthday and he said he will be arriving home soon. You sat in the silent kitchen, went from patiently waiting for your husband to impatiently waiting for him. Now he has finally arrived. You two immediately brought your bodies together for hugs and kisses to express the feeling of longing between you two. You were both laying in bed as you suddenly remembered the fact he's here so you can go pick out his birthday gift together.

So you turn to look at him placing your book on the bedside table.

"So..is there something you want for your birthday?" You innocently asked your husband who looked like he couldn't wait those words escape your mouth. He was already feeling excited, I mean how could he not with a wife like you? (Excited.. take it any way u want..🤭) and he turned just to kiss you again. You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden gesture and asked him what's the deal to which he just responded with kissing you more, deeply and more deeply. Both of you pulling your bodies close to eachother, only pulling away to take a short breath before coming back into the kiss. He pulls away but he was still so close, looking down at your eyes.

"I think you already know what I want" He teased his own wife as she blushed at his words knowing damn well what he wanted. But what could she possibly do? How could she possibly resist her sweet husbands birthday request? Exactly. She returned the deep kisses as his hands easily found a way into her nightgown, both touching any part of skin they could..

You both adored the feeling and taste of eachothers lips. He was quite a tease. Touching and brushing over your sensitive areas and pretending like he didn't. It either made you feel flustered or frustrated longing for his touch. Now naturally you would be the one recieving but since it was his birthday gift you decided to take matters into your own hands. You were now sitting on his lap, hands wrapped around his neck as whimpers and moans filled the previously silent room. You layed him down while sitting on his lap, exactly where you should be, moving your hips as you looked at your husband trying to keep his cool. You leaned in unbottoning his shirt and gently going over from his lower stomach to his abs and then kissing him again. By now you could literally feel his boner under you as you say on it purposely putting pressure on it. It seemed like you weren't doing anything special but in reality of this man he was moaning and whimpering at any slight movement you made, any action you made.

He finished taking off your nightgown successfully while you took his pants off. Now you were again on top of him fingering yourself for him to watch. Even though this wasn't the first time you guys were doing this, you were married afterall but he was used to doing everything now it felt a bit embarrassing as he watched you finger yourself. He wanted to be the one to so it so he opposed. He was now on top of you and gently placed his two long fingers into your pussy (😭). It felt good. It felt amazing actually. You could have an orgasm just with him fingering you like this. After some fingering you decided to take matters into your own hands again in an attempt to pleasure your husband for his birthday, you already succeeded in that though, but it was already too late to stop so why not just continue..? Now you were on top of his literally riding his dick as his fingers dug deep into your skin from the pleasure. Both of your eyes rolling back.

"I'm gonna come.." he said between whimpers and you heard him in-between your moans. You put him whole inside of you, it made you feel so filled up but weird at the same time, still enjoyable and pleasurable. He expected you to move but you didn't you kept doing what you were, nodding letting him know u heard him. You were gonna let him come inside of you without a condom. Well it didn't really matter since you were married for a few years now. He came inside of you and you couldn't help but tremble at the feeling of it. It felt so good but it still felt like your whole body was on fire from the pleasure.

After that you both took a shower together, washing eachothers hair and stuff.

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Honestly the reason these were written like they were is because I honestly couldn't keep serious while writing these 😭😭😭🙏🙏

Wise words from my pookie shmookie

@mwlkie

#chainsaw man #yoshida x reader #yoshida x you #chainsaw man manga #yoshida fanfiction #csm hirofumi #hirofumi yoshida x reader #yoshida hirofumi

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unrivalling · 5 months

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5, 18, 29?

5. What’s a fic idea you’ve had that you will never write?

So I don’t like saying never, since things could always change. Some ideas never take off and some ideas seem dead before rising up out of the ground like zombies to torment the living.

I do have a Lot of Sk8 multichapters that there just simply is not enough of me to write. Maybe I’ll pick one of these up if/when we get an S2, or if I manage to publish an original book between now and then and feel better about writing longfic. They include:

1) a three part Fodlan AU epic where the Sk8 crew starts as a group of Robin Hood-esque outlaws before being arrested by the notorious Hubert von Vestra and conscripted as agents of Adrestia. Starts as adventure but turns into a war epic where they all struggle to recognize not only each other but also themselves.

2) Sk8 pirate AU

3) Sk8 thriller/murder mystery where someone dies via overdose of a mysterious new drug at S. Adam is caught between the yakuza, who think he’s branching out into dealing on their turf, and the police. The crew has to solve the crime before either party catches up to them.

4) Not a longfic, just not high on my list per se because it’s a little too bleak even for me.

Eden. Zombie apocalypse fic where skilled skateboarders, cyclists, rollerbladers etc are the best way to get messages or resources around the island. It starts out as the 8 of them but the crew dies one at a time as the years go on, until Adam and Langa are the only ones skilled enough to still be alive. They find comfort with each other in their shared history and shared solitude, and by the end it’s the only thing keeping them going.

18. What’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Oh man this is a good question. There’s a lot I’m genuinely proud of, but probably this bit from From the Garden. (Sorry, including the whole paragraph because my fave lines doesn’t make sense without it)

Then there was Tadashi.

They’d been close, then far apart, then close again. The stubborn silence and hurt of the last seven years lived in Ainosuke’s bones right along with them coming back together, wanting to build a future after wasting all that time in an emotional standoff. No matter which way he looked at his life, it was a palindrome, with him and Tadashi growing distant and then close again.

Finally, he settled on memories of being a child with Tadashi, of that spectacular summer where Tadashi taught him to skate and they’d spent every day together. No matter what else had happened, Ainosuke had just needed to see Tadashi and their decks and he’d feel like he could fly. It was the happiest he’d ever been.

If he was fading, those were the memories he wanted to fade into.

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

HMM there was an original draft of the Grell peril scene in Passing the World By that was a little hornier (inspired by a scene in the second Elvira movie), to the point where I decided to cut it and possibly expand it into its own fic at some point. This text won’t stay the same, but I want to repurpose the scenario.

To his surprise, he arrived in a chamber that was dimly lit by oil lamps. A desk littered with papers sat at one end of the room with a messy bookshelf behind it. All around the room, old torture devices lay in all sorts of configurations, rusted, dusted, and covered by cobwebs.

Sebastian fought the urge to stop and organize things. Just because someone was an occultist was no excuse for mess. In fact, he’d seen plenty of examples for why one should keep a tidy workstation when communing with the nether reaches of reality.

However, a steady, loud, clicking sound coming from the next room drew his focus instead.

When he opened the door to a spacious antechamber with a stone dais at the center, the person inside made eye contact and grinned wildly, tinged with a panic he’d rarely seen in a Reaper’s green eyes.

“Bassie! Oh my, how long has it been? Thirty years?!” She shifted uncomfortably, her back against stone. “I know I always say this, but I am glad to see you. Your timing is impeccable, you know that?”

Sebastian stepped through the entryway and took stock of the situation.

Grell Sutcliff was bound to a stone dais in the center of the room, her arms held over her head in a pair of strong metal stocks, while her ankles were locked in a second pair at the end of the dais. A matching metal collar was wrapped around her throat, her hair bunched up underneath it at the hinges as it kept her from lifting her head too high. Her captor had left her glasses, which didn’t seem like a mercy, considering the circumstances.

Overhead, a bladed pendulum hung in the air, swinging ominously back and forth directly over Grell’s stomach—it would have been nearly imperceptible to a human, but Sebastian could see that it was dropping further down. The sharpened blade glinted in the light, and it was easily identifiable as a reaper’s scythe.

He caught himself smiling. What an interesting predicament she’d found herself in.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you arranged this.” Sebastian leaned over, then glanced up at the blade overhead as it swung and ticked a notch closer. “Did you really miss me that much?”

#ask meme #ask meme answers #memes #my fanfic

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ladyinbooks · 2 years

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I have returned to ch1 of IB! It turns out Samiel did get to teach Jay some basic salzon skills on Mas-Hein. I can't remember exactly the circumstances/decisions that began the murders after 4 months, but now my imagination wants to see Jay and Samiel get longer before things turn bad. I think Deneira planned it to be a slaughter from the beginning ? right? BUT - what if she gets convinced to let the cohabitation last a while longer? Or maybe political unrest/shenanigans on Lenia force the 4 months time-table to be delayed. I have no idea how Samiel and Jay would find enough privacy to initiate meshala since there's no way the other severne would let them out of eye shot.

BUT! My mind is still inventing scenarios for salzon-master!Jay, so the story beat would probably run similar to most-exalteds!AU where after a year of bonding on Mas-Hein the emotional water would be muddled enough for a relationship to happen. I can't remember but what was the context of ambassador Lault betraying Jay? Could Jay somehow find out about it while on Mas-Hein? I should just reread all of IB for the sake of all my AU headcanons. ANYway, Jay would feel betrayed by humanity facilitated by Samiel absolutely lavishing him with attention and promises about a relationship between them. End result is consort!Jay and decime!Samiel though idk how that would follow war crimes on Mas-Hein. Hmm, I clearly need to workshop this more. On that note, how do you feel about fanwork of this series? I have no idea how to write, but lord am I tempted by this pairing to start. You have infected me with Jay-Samiel delirium 🤣

I intended to comment this on our chain but it seemed a bit too spoiler heavy for that so here I am!

Ahh, the things that could have been, if Mas-Hain had turned out differently. 😭 It was Lault who organised the murders, but if someone had stopped him, the potential was definitely there for Samiel to start training Jay properly. (And I have visions of poor Palek having to call up Deneira and explain to her that her nephew had gone off and decided to woo a human by using swordplay. 🤣)

I also agree with you that the rest of the Severne wouldn't have let the pair of them out of sight, when they worked out what was going on. The scandal! The horror! One of their best colleagues and a human?! (Although I like to think given more time on Mas-Hain, they all ease up eventually, and everyone starts to get along. I have a fond little headcanon from a previous ask, that if they'd had a few extra months, Lault's plan wouldn't have worked, and the whole bunch of them would have refused orders and ended up careening around the galaxy as a team of vigilantes together...)

I think Jay wouldn't have worked out it was Lault if given more time on Mas-Hain, but in terms of his relationship with Samiel, I don't think he'd have needed to. If Lault tried to pull his evil plan when Samiel and Jay had had enough time to engage in *ahem* 'cultural exchange', I honestly think Jay would have straight up picked Samiel up, thrown him over his shoulder, and run away with him as fast as possible. (And let's be honest, Samiel would have thought it was the best thing ever.) Although... that could lead to an interesting scenario where they think Deneira might be able to help them... 🤔(And yes, could absolutely lead to consort!Jay and Decime!Samiel, perhaps with the added bonus of Jay and Deneira cordially eyeing one another up like a pair of snakes, both fully prepared to take the other out.)

How do I feel about fanfic of my works?

Honestly? I THINK IT'S AMAZING! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I am so honoured if people want to write something because of my daft little fics. Seriously, the only warning I have is to be prepared for me sobbing hysterically with joy in the comments. 😊 (And I'm honoured you would like to do something like that!)

You are not alone in the Samiel/Jay delirium. I'm currently drafting the university!AU (and your salzon fic), and pretty much just going 'My boys! My sweet, disturbed boys! I have missed you!' 😅

#lady replies #Samiel Tremark #Jason Lane #Icarus Burning

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shysneeze · 3 years

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phases of falling in love (ginny weasley x fem!reader)

Description: the painful process of reader falling for her Ginny Weasley, her best friend.

Warnings: angst af, I can’t think of anything else specific but please let me know if you come across anything and I’ll add it

Authors note: in love by khai dreams and she by dodie fit this in my head and are worth a listen.( edit, : i have a playlist here that fits this entire fic) .

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(Y/N) has decided that falling in love comes in three distinct phases: realisation, denial, and acceptance, though with various forms of panic in between.

No one’s ever boasted that falling in love is easy, the bitter angst of doing so the subject of too many pieces of literature to be doubted. Yet, no one’s ever told her it would be this hard, but she supposes the stakes were always going to be higher when it’s your best friend.

Realisation came first during a party, sat in a small group by the fireplace as the cheers and laughter so typical of a Gryffindor victory party raged on around them. They weren't much different from the others, talking loudly and laughing with their heads thrown back dramatically. They were discussing the game, (Y/N) thinks, though she can hardly remember now, nor was she particularly invested at the time.

How could she be with her just across the from her, fair freckled skin aglow from the fire, who's light danced across her face with each flame’s flicker. Her hair tumbled down her shoulders effortlessly, as if it was pulled straight from the ponytail she wore during the afternoon's match.

That was the night she looked at Ginny Weasley and felt something in her heart, longing perhaps, that went beyond mere friendship, the first night Ginny's smile made her chest tighten and her eyes finding hers with a wink made her gulp.

It was the first time she looked at Ginny and saw her best friend but longed for more.

Denial was easy after that, the whole thing flippantly dismissed as a fluke of the evening, blamed on the giddy feeling that accompanied the house’s victory that Ginny played such a vital part in securing. It was nothing more appreciation, awe.

Weeks later though, and the tugging in her chest still lingers, holding her hostage and controlling her every move.

It flares up unexpectedly, from a smile at lunch, a wave during matches or a laugh hidden behind textbooks during classes. There is an endless array of quirks and habits that (Y/N) has never once before paid attention to that now leave her stomach victim to butterflies and her heart to palpitations.

Yet the denial continues, excuses ranging from the outlandish to the self-deprecating. Perhaps an insensitive prank, a love potion slipped regularly into her morning orange juice, or maybe it’s just all in her head, a crush manifested from loneliness, from the desire to be loved by someone.

Excuses are easy to provide, yet even easier to disprove and it soon becomes clear that every attempt to deny her own feelings is fruitless. Acceptance looms over her, unmindful of the heart it’s about to break.

Acceptance comes reluctantly during an evening’s study in the library. There’s no blame to place on atmosphere this time, hidden together at the end of an aisle of shelves, sat across from one another at a desk most certainly made for one.

The characteristic smell of old books lingers in the air and speckles of dust are illuminated by a dim lamp as they float aimlessly around them. The light does nothing to highlight the red in Ginny’s hair the way the flames of the fire had during the party, or to draw the warm brown from her eyes, yet (Y/N) is enamoured.

(Y/N)'s quill hangs limply between her fingers, ink drying on the tip with a word half-finished on her parchment. Across from her, Ginny bites her lower lip in concentration, deep brown eyes scanning each word she writes, occasionally lifting her hands to fix the loose bun holding her fiery red hair from her face, ridding her eyes of the messy stray strands with a frustrated rush of air from her pink lips.

(Y/N) gulps and panics slightly that in the quiet of the library, her best friend might hear the hammering of her heart in her chest. They're so close that their knees touch under the desk and (Y/N) is left unsure on whether to move her legs or not from fear of only drawing attention to it.

She's trying to convince herself to act normal, that this is all normal, a scenario they've been in so many times before with procrastinated essays and last minute deadlines, that she has no reason to act any different, yet her heart races, and she can hear it in her own ears.

It’s terrifying.

She's mid inner quarrel when Ginny lets out a loud sigh of surrender and lets her quill clatter against the desk. (Y/N) blinks out of her daze, dropping her own quill in surprise and frowning at the red head.

"Snape is asking for one of the twin's puking pastilles in his tea." She grumbles.

"They'd give you them for free if you tell them it's for Snape." (Y/N) manages a laugh. "How much more have you got to do?"

Ginny peers at her own parchment, then at (Y/N)'s with a questioning frown, reaching over to snatch it into her hands. She examines it with arched brows and stifles a small laugh at whatever she's read.

"Better than you- You've neglected to finish the word 'assignment', (Y/N)." She snorts softly. "It just says 'ass'."

(Y/N) stands abruptly to grab it back from her amused friend with a quiet 'oi' and a flustered wide-eyed expression that only adds to Ginny's laughter until she's clasping her hand atop her lips to muffle the sound.

"I got d-distracted." She explains embarrassedly. "It's just the first draft."

"Oh no, I think you should hand it in as is." She grins. "I want to see Snape's face."

"I'm not getting detention just so you can get a laugh." She argues.

"Aw, come on." Ginny pouts. "Not even for me?"

A part of her, a shameful part, almost instantly concedes to the offer, despite its teasing nature, just for Ginny's puppy dog eyes, which (Y/N) has until now been immune to. She falters for only a second before fixing her friend with a frown.

"No, not even for you." She decides firmly. "Lets hear yours then, Gin."

Ginny dramatically clears her throat with a grin, something that eerily reminds (Y/N) of her elder brothers, and begins to read aloud before (Y/N) stops her with an eye roll, cautious of the pacing click of Madam Pince's heels as she roams the aisles for the opportunity to evict noisy teens.

"You'll be surprised to hear I finished all my words and never once spoke about my arse."

"Sod off." (Y/N) rolls her eyes again.

"Well, what’s got you so distracted you felt the need to conclude that you 'learned lots about counter curses from this ass'?"

"You memorized it all ready?"

"Of course." She beams cheekily. "How else am I to tell the rest of our friends?"

"You are the worst."

"You love me really though."

(Y/N) worries when she can't laugh that off, when she falters for only a second, but enough to remind herself of this new and scary situation. She forces on a smile and hope she's been quick and convincing enough to seem normal, though something in Ginny's eyes tells her otherwise.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?"

"Fine."

"Hmm, you look nervous." Ginny hints. "What are you hiding? Is it a girl?"

(Y/N) is exposed instantly by the involuntary widening of her eyes and Ginny grins menacingly at her from across the tiny desk. She leans over, palms flat against the desk and head so close to (Y/N)'s that their foreheads almost touch.

(Y/N) forgets to breathe.

"Who is it?"

"No one." (Y/N) manages, edging back as subtly as possible. "It's not anyone."

"Aw, c'mon." Ginny rolls her eyes. "Tell me."

"You're going to make Madam Pince kick us out again."

Ginny tuts, rolling her eyes and returning to her seat, allowing (Y/N) to drop her shoulders in relief. She sighs as she picks her quill up again, soaking the tip in ink with a rejuvenated intent to write, motivated by the chance to change the topic of conversation.

"You're no fun." Ginny mumbles. "I'll find out."

“There isn’t anything to find out.” (Y/N) exhales, not daring to look up from her parchment, knowing once again her expression will betray her. “Or anyone.”

“Oh, but there is.”

(Y/N) doesn’t need to look up to know the red-head is grinning, it’s evident in her voice. All she can do in response is take a deep, calming breath and continue with her work.

It’s not long before she can feel Ginny’s eyes on the top of her head and she freezes again, not sure when this became a talent of hers, to tell just from some new sixth sense that Ginny Weasley is staring at her.

“Can I help you?”

“Is it Willow Kings?”

“Been there, done that.” (Y/N) mumbles with a sigh. “She’s nice but talks about her owl too much.”

“Hmm.” Ginny hums in contemplation. “You’re not crushing on Pansy again, are you?”

In every single way, (Y/N) wishes that was her current shameful crush, rather than the girl currently interrogating her. When (Y/N) denies it, Ginny begins to hum again in thought.

“Luna?”

“Luna’s just a friend.” (Y/N) sighs, distinctly trying to convince herself the same thing about Ginny at this exact moment. “I’m not telling you, Gin.”

“Ugh, why not?” Ginny grumbles loudly.

The red-head’s face pales when the methodical clicking of the Librarian’s heels halts, wincing at what is soon to follow. The sound begins again, quicker and sharper as it approaches the pair.

“Shit.” Ginny curses, already gathering her work into her arms. “Here we go.”

“You two.”

The girls turn sheepishly to the other end of the aisle, where Madam Pince stares them down, one hand on her hip, other extended outwards to point at them with a disapproving look.

“We’re just leaving.” Ginny assures.

Ginny stands, reaching out innocently for (Y/N)’s hand and clasping it in her own to drag her to her feet as she splutters out protests, flustered instantly by the action. Ginny only gives her enough time to gather her things before pulling her towards the exit.

“S-low down, Ginny.” She pleads. “Sorry, Madam- “

The librarian scowls at them with an icy look as they squeeze past her towards the exist, Ginny’s laughter barely concealed as they go. (Y/N) can barely focus on anything other than the hand in her own.

Once in the corridor, convinced of their own escape from the strict librarian, Ginny flings he rhead back in a laugh, bun bouncing on her head at the action, cheeks flushed from the excitement of it.

“Every time!” She exclaims. “We get chased out every time.”

“I-“

(Y/N) is too stunned to form a sentence, stunned not by their actions, one’s regularly performed to avoid Madam Pince’s wrath, but rather how suddenly loud her heart is in her own ears.

She could blame adrenalin, it would be so easy to do so, but she knows it’s not. It’s many things, but not adrenalin. Instead Ginny’s laughter, her free and proud laughter so cheerful on her ears, it’s the baby hairs framing her face, endearingly messy, and it’s most certainly the hand still clasped in her own, warm and soft.

Acceptance, that final phase. No amount of excuses in the world could hide it now, that (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is undoubtedly, and most terrifyingly, in love with her best friend.

In this moment, watching Ginny’s grin, that infectious smile that has (Y/N) own lips pulling into a smile of her own, she’s about ready to risk it all for her, to tug her closer and ask, even beg, to kiss her.

“Ginny- “She starts

“Harry!”

Like that, the spell is broken and Ginny’s hand is slipping from (Y/N)’s and her feet carrying her towards the red faced boy-who-lived at the other end of the corridor, flinging herself eagerly into conversation with him and leaving (Y/N)’s smile to drop.

The tugging feeling in (Y/N)’s chest returns, and she finds herself back in reality. Ginny likes Harry, she always has, it’s been the topic of so many late-night teasing, how could (Y/N) possibly forget. It hurts though, in a way it never has before, a painful stab of reality sent straight to her heart.

(Y/N) has just learned for herself that falling in love is never easy, even if her heartbreak isn’t one likely to be documented as a great tragic romance in future. No one told her it would be this hard, but as she watches Ginny grinning up at the boy across the hall, her heart twists with the reluctant acceptance that, not only is she in love, but that her best friend is in love with someone else.

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ellaenchanting · 3 years

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Hypnovember 2020 Master List

Now that I have awoken from my post-Hypnovember nap, it’s time to post my 2020 Master List! in comparison to last year’s entries, a lot of stories this year delved more into either more intense kinks or more of my intense personal feelings than my stories last year did. Sometimes writing stories is a bit like reading my own tarot cards in that way- letting an ambiguous prompt roll around in my subconscious and sometimes being surprised or amused or even slightly unsettled by what it turns into. I hope you will find something in this group of works that soothes you, that turns you on, that intrigues you, and that most of all provokes a response. If you do, I’d absolutely love to hear about it. :)

Copying one of my favorite @jukeboxemcsa ideas, I’ve also included a HypnoBS rating for every work about how realistic the hypnosis/mind control is in each work (IMHO). In this ranking, 1 means to is absolute bullshit and 5 is a normal Tuesday night (for someone).

Icons- 📰- story. 🔊- audio 💻- technology 😍- romantic 🌈- queer 😴- regular ole’ hypnosis 🛀- brainwashing and/or character in tub 👻- spooky 🐈- at least one happy pussy ❓- bad or reeeally questionable consent 👨‍🔬 -science! 🤪 -crackfic #-#sceneideas 😭-feeeels ⭐-author’s personal favorites

Day 1: Instant M/f 📰 😴🐈#😭

Choice quote: “Sean chuckled as he moved in closer. And closer. ‘I thought you wanted to know what it was like to be hypnotized, sweetheart. To follow suggestions? To have someone else take control? It’s not real control if I’m doing something you already wanted, now is it?”

HypnoBS- 5. Read the whole thing but- IMHO totally plausible.

Fun Fact- These are the same characters from last year’s Day 5: Poison.

Day 2: Coils F/m 📰 😴 💻 👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “Daniel rolled his eyes. ‘I bet you could hypnotize me with a bar of soap if you wanted to. That still doesn’t make me like spirals.’”

HypnoBS- 5. Maybe 4 because I don’t love the induction but- maybe you will? Also- oh no poor Daniel is so conditioned that he’ll go under to anything Jamie does! How hard for him. :(

Day 3: Staged Hypnosis (Stage) F/f 📰 😴 🌈 🛀 ❓

Choice quote: “No one needed to know she was a plant. A confederate. A stooge.”

HypnoBS- 1.5. This would collapse like a house of cards. It’s a fun concept though.

Day 4: Psychic F/nb 📰 😴 🌈 😍 👨‍🔬⭐

Choice quote: “Something about the hypnosis- being in and out of each other’s heads and in and out of each other’s bodies all weekend- made her feel like she and Tris had merged in some way. Like there was a new, deeper understanding between them now- a telepathic bond.”

HypnoBS- 5. Maybe a 4.5 if you’re recognizing some nre magical thinking here. But- I’ve definitely had this feeling and this kind of experience- and I hope some of you have had it/will have it as well. :)

Day 5: Visor F/multiple 📰 😴 🛀 💻 👨‍🔬 🤪#

Choice quote: “Besides, everyone knew stormtroopers were kinky.”

HypnoBS- 4.5. Some of the exact details would need to be changed and thought through more thoroughly, but I absolutely believe you could do something like this if you wanted to. (And if you do, you definitely have to let me know. I know some of y’all out there go to Dragoncon.)

Day 6: Pendulum F/y’all 🔊😴 👨‍🔬

Choice quote: This is a trick I first learned from a science book I read in 5th grade.

HypnoBS- 5. The real thing.

Day 7: Song Aliens/the human race 📰 💻 👻❓

Choice quote: “Anna didn’t know what she was singing.”

HypnoBS- 1. I hope. Why do the song based stories always turn out so creepy?

Day 8: Performance unknown/f 📰 👻❓😴# ⭐

Choice quote: “With each snap, the gears inside her doll body click click click clicked into action. She turned, jerky but graceful. She was determined to do well. “

HypnoBS- 5 (if part of a fearplay scene, which is my headcanon for this story)

Day 9: (Hot Under the) Collar F/f 📰 😴🛀🌈 🐈#⭐

Choice quote: “She was wearing her collar. She was aroused. It was as simple as that.“

HypnoBS- 5 With time, I think you could do this. Maybe a 4.5 for the 30 minutes thing- that might lead to a bit too much cramping.

Day 10: Gentle 🔊😴

Choice quote: “Just look into the spiral....”

HypnoBS- 5. I hope.

Day 11: Summoning Sappho (Summon) eventual F/f I hope 📰 😴🌈 🤪

Choice quote: “In fact, the only ideas left to try on their brainstorming board included ‘sexy alien invasion’, ‘sexy witches’, and this. Shockingly, at this point a sexy seance seemed the most practical.”

HypnoBS-1. Although stay tuned for Femme Flirt 2021.

Day 12: Plants unknown/m 📰 😴🛀#

Choice quote: “If he focused, Chris could feel that new suggestion also growing stronger and stronger, becoming more and more firmly rooted inside of him. “

HypnoBS- 5, with the right person

Day 13: Artifact F/f 📰 😴🛀🌈 👨‍🔬 ❓

Choice quote: “She fumbled through the contents when suddenly her hand found something unexpected from her past.A red lipstick tube. An artifact.”

HypnoBS- 4? There’s different ways of reading this story, but my headcanon is that the consent here is pretty dubious.

Day 14: Tail M/f 📰 😴🛀❓👻#

Choice quote: “It was no use. She could sense her tail was still behind her. She couldn’t shake him. She should have known he’d come for her.“

HypnoBS- Let’s say 2. Although I think this could work really well for a fearplay scene in an appropriate setting (where someone wasn’t actually left unmonitored with extreme paranoia).

Day 15: Serve F/m 📰 😴#⭐

Choice quote: “He had put his heart and soul into the dish.They were hers now.”

HypnoBS- As a scene? 5 (depending on the person). As a long term effect, much lower.

Day 16: Memory F/f 📰 😴 🛀🌈 😍

Choice quote: “Mesmera waited for Galaxy Girl at the door.”

HypnoBS- 4, you could do an induction along these lines but -1 for psychic powers

Fun Fact: These characters were originally featured in last year’s Day 19: Hideout.

Day 17: Toy F/f m/f 📰 😴 🛀🌈🐈 #

Choice quote: “Dolly hated to have Bad Manners. “

HypnoBS- 4.5. This is pretty deep into headspace, but I wouldn’t want to rule it out for the right person.

Day 18: Monster m/f 📰 😴 ❓😭⭐

Choice quote: “That kind of stuff wasn’t fair to think about here. It wasn’t everyone else’s fault that she was so warped.”

HypnoBS- 5. Ouch my heart. Poor young!Ella.

Day 19: Eyes M/m 📰 😴 🌈 😍

Choice quote: “Scott looked into his partner Brandon’s eyes. Brandon had hypnotized him so many times over the years in so many ways but- this was one of Scott’s favorites.”

HypnoBS- 5. Especially in a long term relationship like this. (In my pretend Hypnovember universe, these guys are some of the patriarchs of the hypnokinky convention scene and absolutely wonderful advice givers.)

Fun fact: The story of how these characters originally got together is in last year’s Day 12: Stage story.

Day 20: Possession F/f 📰 😴 🌈 😍😭

Choice Quote- “Things that were hard to do for herself during these times became easier to do as something owned by Thadra. Taking a shower. Getting up and going to bed at the right time. Making sure she ran once a day. Making sure she ate.”

HypnoBS- Errr....4 trending upwards. Although for this to be safe and healthy you’d really need to be checking in with a therapist and working on your continuing mental health at the same time (IMHO). Please do not get relationship advice from my porn.

Day 21: Snaps 🔊😴👨‍🔬

Choice Quote- “No, that one was up.”

HypnoBS- 5. I’m not sure quite how this translates to audio but this is the kind of shenanigans I pull with friends all of the time.

Day 22: Restrict F/f 📰 😴 🌈 🐈👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “’Hmm. By ‘weird’ do you mean ‘hot’?’ asked Zahara, lounging above her on the couch. Nikki nodded. She definitely meant hot. “

HypnoBS- 2. A month is a long time and this is a strong reaction. But- maaaaaybe would work for a bit, especially within these boundaries?

Day 23: Villain there’s a m and a f 📰 🛀👨‍🔬❓#

Choice quote: “They had been planning against that damned do-gooder reporter Lizzy Lampost for months and now they were about to finally have her in their clutches. “

HypnoBS-1. But you’re not reading this one for realism, are you?

Day 24: Drink F/f 📰 😴👨‍🔬🌈 😍

Choice quote: “’Leah,’ she said. ‘I’ve found a drinking game! This might be fun! Want to try it?’”

HypnoBs- 5. With the right person. (That part of the end might be a bit harder.)

Day 25:Worship: F/m 📰 🛀🌈

Choice quote: “After all, it wasn’t the time to work right now. It was time to worship his Mistress’s cock.”

HypnoBS- Someone on AO3 told me this fic just wrecked them. Lucky that person- this one’s a 5. Maybe not with everyone, but an awful lot of people should be able to do an awful lot of the activities in this story. :)

Day 26: Fey M/f 📰😴 😭⭐

Choice quote: “Humans do not know the spells they weave.”

HypnoBS- 1 Only true in that metaphorical way. (So- really, really true. But not factual.)

Day 27: Recording F./m 📰 🛀❓👻#

Choice quote: “It’s a recording, he reminded himself. “She’s not there. No one is there.”

HypnoBS- 2 At least, I don’t know how to make this happen (outside of a consensual scene).

Day 28: Obsession M/F 📰 🛀😍👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “Some guys had cars. Some had computer systems. Some had home brewing. But Mark’s obsession was Julia.“

HypnoBS- Oh gosh. Errr...2.5? Hard to say.

Fun Fact: This started as a one-sided scenario, then it changed, then it felt really hot, now it feels like a sweet silly sitcom premise. (If you want to read some episode synopses of this hypothetical sitcom, there are some brilliant ones here! Also- feel free to send me more!)

Day 29: Helpless F/m 📰😴😍

Choice quote: “’I want to be helpless,’ he replied. Juan felt his headspace changing. He threw himself into that feeling, trusting Josie to take the reins.“

HypnoBS- 5. Not a scene log, but pretty much How I Top.

Day 30: Awaken 🔊😴👨‍🔬

Choice quote: “Aaaaaand-awaken!”

HypnoBS- 5 Hypnotist BS- also a 5

Thank you all for reading these! Thank you especially to everyone who reblogged, wrote me comments, and generally supported me through this past month. I’m going to specifically single out @daja-the-hypnokitten, @wellgnawed, and @spiralturquoise for the encouragement- y’all are the best. :) I know this is a long post, but I’d really appreciate reblogs of it!

Also, I didn’t have time to contribute myself but- if you donate to Hypnokink for Trans Lives, let me know and I’ll write you an epilogue for any of these stories that you choose.

#Hypnovember 2020 #master post #me/my accomplishments #thank you all again for reading!#seeing people actually liking my stuff gives me a ton of energy to keep going #<3 #19746 words and almost an hour of audio #an entire month of my life :P #not a novel but definitely a novella

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Sun and Stars | A Lee Minho/Lee Know Scenario

Word Count: 3430

Type: Fluffy Smut

Warnings: Might give you a toothache

Author’s Note: Dedicated to @channiesmixtape and @jisungsjheekies. These two have been helping me find my writing groove again, whether it be sending me pictures of Minho, or by hyping me up when I get down on my writing.

I would not have been able to bust this out if it wasn’t for these two.

This is a very self-indulgent fic for me. I was craving some super soft Minho smut, and I wanted to use the phrase I use for him~

Through these trying times, Lee Minho truly has been my sun and stars — a bright light of happiness that cuts through these gloomy days.

Excuse my sappiness. I’m sure y’all aren’t interested in that :3 I hope you enjoy this fic. It quickly became one of my favorites.

You smiled softly as your eyelashes fluttered open. The golden sunlight was peeking through the crack in the curtains, illuminating the room in a dim yellow light. You turned around to see your boyfriend’s sleeping face, completely unbothered by the light shining in his face. Lee Minho was a very beautiful man. Put that beauty in front of the golden sun — God, he looked ethereal.

Minho’s face was clear and bright, void of any imperfections. He looked so peaceful as he slept, chest rising and falling with each breath, perfect hair falling in his face, a soft smile tugging at his lips. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was dreaming about. Perhaps he was dreaming about dancing or Stray kids. Maybe… just maybe… he was dreaming about you?

You couldn’t help but gawk at Minho’s beautiful body. The sheets had slipped down his chest, giving you a great view of his toned chest, additionally reminding you of the passionate night you two shared just a few hours prior. Oh, how you longed to feel his fingertips against your skin once more, hands squeezing your hips, lips attached to yours as his hips rocked against yours as he thrusted into you.

A smile tugged at your lips as you scooted closer to him. Minho made you so happy and he was all yours. Any fool could see how completely and utterly devoted he was to you. The boy spent every waking second showing you how much he loved you. Minho showered you in kisses every morning, told you how much he loved you all the time, and he was always touching you one way or another — whether it be his arm around your waist or his fingers intertwined with yours.

Overwhelming love filled your chest as your eyes scanned the sleeping boy’s face. Out of all the women in the world, he chose to be with you — to love you. You were so happy with him…

You couldn’t shake the desire to feel his soft skin against yours. Should you crawl into his arms? Or would that wake him up? You didn’t want to wake the peaceful boy, but you needed to feel his skin against yours — to feel his arms wrap around your waist and pull you close. You longed to feel his body glide against yours as his plump lips pressed against yours.

You sighed as you carefully crawled on top of Minho, hooking your leg across his hips as your head rested on his chest. His heated skin felt so comforting — so soft as your arms wrapped around his frame. The sounds of his heartbeat mixed with his steady breathing nearly lulled you to sleep as you traced small hearts onto Minho’s chest.

You completely lost track of time. Were you lying on him for ten minutes? An hour? You couldn’t tell, but you were in complete bliss. His skin was so soft, so warm. You always felt so safe in his arms. It was if his very presence would protect you from any gloomy thoughts that might run through your mind. That boy was a ray of sunshine, and you would do anything for him.

Minho suddenly ran his fingers through your hair, fingertips brushing any snarls and tangles that formed in your silky locks from the night before. The sweet gesture made you smile as you nuzzled closer to his body, making the boy underneath you chuckle. “How long have you been awake?” You asked, fingertips continuing to draw soft shapes on his chest.

“Hmm.” Minho smiled as he pretended to think about it. “Since you first crawled on top of me.” He chuckled.

You grinned and closed your eyes, thoroughly enjoying the way his fingertips massaged your scalp. Soft mornings like these were your favorites. Minho’s other arm wrapped around your waist, resting comfortably on your lower back as his other hand continued to run through your hair.

The soft treatment made your heart ram in your chest. You could swear the whole neighborhood heard the way your heart beat against your ribcage — Minho probably felt the steady thumping against his skin. The urge to kiss him overcame any ounce of exhaustion left in you. You tilted your head and pressed gentle kisses along his throat.

Minho’s adam’s apple bobbed under your lips as he swallowed the lump in his throat, a soft smile tugging at his lips as his eyelashes fluttered open, bright eyes squinting as the sun’s golden rays blinded him. He leaned his head back against the pillows, eyes drifting shut as he enjoyed the feeling of your traveling lips.

You started to get more daring, tongue darting out to run along his throat, making the boy’s breath hitch. Minho chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist, tilting the two of you over onto your sides. Finally — he had a great view of your beautiful face.

Minho smiled softly as his eyes scanned each and every inch of your beautiful body — well, the parts of you that were uncovered at least. Your big beautiful eyes met his, and he could SWEAR he saw them sparkle under his gaze. Your plump lips were pulled into a sweet smile, making Minho’s heart soar. You were all his. He could hardly believe someone like you would fall in love with him.

For the next thirty minutes or so, the world was completely still. There was nothing going on, nothing that would stop you from leaving his arms. It was just you and him, in each other’s arms, without a care in the world. Minho’s thumbs gently ran along your cheek, coaxing a smile from you to match his own.

The sun’s golden rays shone in Minho’s eyes, showing you the familiar sparkle and shine his eyes always carried. The stars were in his eyes this morning — as usual. Minho was your sunshine — a bright ray of happiness who brought light into your dull and gloomy life.

You hummed in approval when Minho leaned forward and kissed your forehead. His soft and sweet kisses down your face made your heart soar as your hands ran up and down his back, fingers dipping into each and every curve in his back. Minho mimicked your movements, hands trailing across your lower back before pulling your hips flush against his.

Minho sat up a bit, chuckling when you groaned in disapproval and pulled him closer. “Please don’t get up. Stay here and love me.” You pouted, making Minho downright giggle.

God, his giggles sounded bright and sweet.

Just like him~

“That was my plan.” Minho smiled, eyes crinkling as he hovered over you. “I was planning to kiss you properly.”

You couldn’t help the grin that tugged on your lips. “I’d like that.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, eyes drifting shut when his lips connected to yours. God, you’ve been waiting all morning to feel his lips on yours — and it was SO worth the wait.

Minho softly pecked your lips, hand gently caressing your cheek while his lips moved with yours. The kiss was soft, sweet, gentle, just like him. You could feel his body shift against yours as he adjusted his position, giving him a better angle to coat your entire face with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. Minho’s lips traveled from your cheeks, to the corners of your mouth, before finally resting against yours once more.

You parted your lips slightly, longing for him to take things further — longing to feel his tongue against yours. The boy merely chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose. “If you aren’t careful —”

“I don’t want to be careful.” You interrupted him, lips traveling all the way across his jawline. “I want you.” To accentuate your burning desire, you rolled your hips up, making Minho’s breath catch in his throat. You could feel his shaft start to harden against your hipbone the more you rolled your hips against his.

“Alright, love.” Minho nuzzled his nose against yours, “You win.” Minho pressed his soft lips to yours once more, tongue tracing between your parted lips effortlessly. The moment you opened your mouth slightly wider, his tongue darted into your mouth and oh — it was still worth the wait. Minho’s taste was intoxicating. The way his tongue moved against yours, the way his hands ran along your bare body, fuck — even the way he smelled made you want to drown in everything Lee Minho.

Minho slowly backed away, just enough to gently suck your bottom lip between his teeth. He tugged on the soft flesh gently as his heated gaze met yours. If you weren’t gushing down south already… you certainly were now.

“Minho please.” Your pathetic little whine didn’t go unnoticed by Minho, who chuckled as he pressed his lips back to yours.

“Aren’t we eager?” Minho pressed more soft kisses to your lips, making your heart flutter in your chest.

“I’m always eager to have you.” You rested your hands on his cheeks, making the boy’s face flush ever-so-slightly as he smiled. “You’re my everything. My sun and stars.”

Well, that did him in. Minho grinned as his cheeks flushed red. That sweet little saying always turned him into a red, stuttering mess. Those four little words meant the world to him, but he always wondered why you decided to call him that. Minho buried his face in your neck, making you smile and run your fingertips through his hair. “Why do you call me that?” Minho pressed his lips to your neck, making you giggle and pull him closer. “I love it so much.” More open-mouthed kisses traveled up your neck until he reached your lips once more. “I’m just curious.”

His curious eyes bore into yours, making your heart flip in your chest. You tucked a stray bang behind his ear and ran your index finger along his cheek. “Because that’s what you are.” You couldn’t help but grin at the boy. “Your personality is so bright and happy, like the sun.” You brushed some more stray hair out of his face. “I’ve always related to the moon. I love how bright the moon is, yet it’s surrounded by so much darkness each time it pops out in the night sky.” You smiled. “My life was so dark and gloomy until I met you.” You kissed Minho’s forehead, making the boy smile softly. “And I could swear you have the stars in your eyes. They shine so bright.” You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, forehead resting against his for a moment. “That’s why you’re my sun and stars.”

Minho couldn’t help the bright smile that took over his face, eyes crinkling as his cheeks flushed slightly. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Minho wasn’t one to go over the top with romantic words and cheesy gestures. This time… it wasn’t over the top — he meant every damn word. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too my dear.” Your thumb caressed his cheek, “I want to worship you.” You pressed soft kisses along his entire face, making Minho chuckle. “You’ve done so much for me, it’s the least I can do.”

“You’re being awfully sweet this morning.” Minho held your face in his hands as he kissed your lips. “You’ve said such sweet things.” He pressed another sweet kiss to your lips. “Let me worship you this morning.”

“Only if I can worship you tonight.” You giggled as Minho adjusted his position, giving him the leverage he needed to grind into your core, making you gasp.

“Deal.” A devilish smirk took over Minho’s features as he kissed your cheek. “Let me show you how much you mean to me.”

You sighed in pleasure as Minho’s lips traveled down your neck, between the valley of your breasts, down your stomach, until he reached your dripping core. “Mmm please do.” Your hands reached for him, a small smile tugging at your lips when he slipped one of his hands in yours. “I love you.”

Minho’s free hand trailed along your inner thigh before slinging your leg over his shoulder. You lifted the other, spreading yourself out for the man between your legs. “I love you too.” He smiled before diving in, tongue trailing along every single inch of you while his hand squeezed yours. The boy hummed in approval, nearly chuckling when your back arched off the bed at the small vibrations traveling up your core. Your soft moans sent the blood rushing down to his shaft.

Minho’s tongue dipped into your core before he slurped your clit between his lips. The intense stimulation made you gasp as your hand squeezed his tighter. Your head rocked side to side as Minho sucked on your clit, pausing only to roll his tongue around your sensitive flesh.

God, he was always such an attentive lover. From the very first night you two spent together, Minho always made sure you were satisfied by the end of the night (or morning depending on when your hormones would kick in). He was so in-tune with your body. Minho knew every single sweet spot that would make your toes curl. He knew exactly how to use that tongue.

“Fuck Minho I’m close.” Your head pressed back into the down pillows as your back arched off the bed, rolling your hips close to his mouth. “Fuck Minho please.”

Minho pulled away from your core, using his unoccupied hand to trail soft figure eights around your clit — not enough to make you cum, but just enough to keep you on the edge of an orgasm. “Who knew such a sweet girl could say such nasty things.” He chuckled as you whined. “Do you want to cum baby?”

“Yes please.” You squeezed his hand tight as your thighs shook around his head. “Please Minho please, I’m so close.” God, you sounded so pathetic, but that wasn’t your biggest concern. At that moment, you wanted his pretty lips back on your core. “Please.”

“You’re so sweet, baby.” Minho pulled his hand away from your core and wrapped it around your thigh. “I’ll make you cum sweetheart.” As soon as the words left his mouth, his lips were back on your clit, tongue rolling over the sensitive flesh before he started to harshly suck.

“Fuck Minho I’m almost there.” You moaned as your body spasmed. Your thighs shook around his head as you released on his tongue, loud moans echoing in the room as Minho continued to slide his tongue between your folds. “Fuck Minho.” You pulled your hand out of his, fingers immediately darting to rest on his scalp. “Oh my God.” Your body shook more as the boy continued to eat you out, devouring your pussy as if it was the last meal he would ever have. “It’s so good.”

Minho pulled away for a split second to say, “I love hearing those pretty moans. I want to hear more.” With that being said, Minho darted back to your core, tongue lapping up your juices before he began to attack your clit once more with his lips and tongue.

The pleasure was so intense, you felt like you could black out, but it felt so good you wanted more. “Minho it’s too much.” You moaned as your body shook, fingers starting to tug on his soft, brunette locks. “Fuck.” Tears ran down your cheeks as another orgasm hit you — this one more powerful than the last. You practically twitched as Minho’s tongue slurped up your release.

Minho separated from your core, head leaning against your inner thigh as his curious eyes watched you come down from your high. “You look so beautiful like this.” He kissed the inside of your knee softly. “Do you want to keep going?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the boy. Any fool could see the raging hard-on he was sporting between his legs. You always craved the boy, but you knew if you told him no, he’d gladly take care of the boner from hell himself if you were too tired. You spread your arms out for the boy, making both of you grin. “I always want you, my love. Please keep going.”

Minho crawled up your body, leaving soft kisses here and there until he reached your lips. “I love you.” The boy pressed his lips against yours, the same moment he slid his hard length between your folds. You couldn’t help but gasp and moan when Minho slid his entire length into you. You could feel every single inch of his shaft as he rolled his hips against yours, starting a soft, yet steady pace.

“God, I love you too baby.” You moaned, arms instantly wrapping around his neck as his lips pressed sloppy open-mouthed kisses along your neck. His quiet groans sent a rush of arousal through you as Minho rocked his hips into yours. Your hands tugged gently on a couple of locks at the base of his neck, making the tall boy moan into your neck. You loved the slow pace, but you were craving something more. “Go faster baby.” You moaned into his ear. “Let go.” You softly bit Minho’s earlobe, tugging gently to coax the boy to go faster.

“You feel so good.” Minho moaned as he quickened the pace — once soft and sweet thrusts turning powerful and precise. He tilted his hips just so, allowing him to hit your g-spot with every thrust. “So, so good.” Minho’s breath hitched when your walls clenched tightly around him. You were close too. The boy guided your hand between your sweaty bodies, coaxing you to rub your clit as he pistoned into you.

You quickly caught on and began to rub your sensitive clit as Minho’s hand ran up your body before resting on the sheets beside your head. The boy fisted the thin fabric in his hands as he thrusted into you, thoroughly enjoying the loud moans that slipped past your lips with each powerful thrust.

Minho’s head dropped onto your shoulder as his pace quickened impossibly faster. He was close. You could tell by his moans, the way his teeth gently scraped against your shoulder, the way his hips slammed into you — escaping the even rhythm he once had. “Cum for me baby.” You whispered in his ear. “I’m close. Cum for me.”

Hearing such a sweet command sent Minho right into his orgasm. The boy moaned against your skin as he released inside you, the sweet sounds sending you straight into your own sweet and blissful release. Minho slowly rolled his hips into you as he rested his forehead against yours, allowing you both to ride out your orgasms.

The two of you stayed in that position for a while. Minho securely resting between your legs, his forehead on yours, his hands on your cheeks, his loving eyes scanning yours as your breath mingled with his. You tilted your chin up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, making the boy smile and roll off you, shaft slipping out of you. The boy immediately pulled you into his chest, legs wrapping around you so you couldn’t escape his grasp — not that you wanted to. “I love you so much.” He whispered in your ear.

“I love you too, my sun and stars.” You leaned into his embrace, feeling safe and loved between his arms.

“The moon is never truly alone,” Minho whispered before kissing your temple. “Neither is the sun.”

You looked up at Minho and smiled. “Oh yeah?” Your fingertips began to draw soft patterns on his chest as you nuzzled back into his neck, eyes drifting shut when Minho started to run his fingers through your hair.

“The moon will always have the stars.” Minho chuckled. “The stars don’t go away just because the sun comes out.” Minho smiled and kissed your cheek once more. “The stars are always there.”

You smiled. “That’s true.”

“You say you see the stars in my eyes.” Minho grinned as his cheeks flushed. “But baby I see them in yours.”

Your cheeks flushed bright red as you buried yourself into Minho’s chest. “Oh my gosh, you’re being so sweet right now.”

Minho couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. Well, if being sappy was getting him this adorable reaction, why not keep going? “You’ll never be alone, my love — because we both share the stars.”

“I might be your sun and stars, but you’re my moon and stars. As long as we’re together, everything will fall into place.”

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asexualzoro · 3 years

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24 and 25 for the writing thingy

24: Would you say your writing has changed over time?

I... should hope so. i mean, ive put in a fair amount of effort to improve!

i think ive become able to make more serious / impactful / emotional writing as of late. when i was younger, i didnt know how to make any emotions happen that werent like...

you know that post thats like “some stories are a home cooked meal, and other stories are drive thru taco bell. and you know what, sometimes youre just in the mood for taco bell, and that isnt bad. thank your fast food writers.” i think, for a long time, all i could write was like, single serving chip bags. which, like, for a beginner writing, thats fine! honestly, that’s fine for any writer. sometimes you just want something light and airy that makes you happy for a few minutes, but is ultimately unremarkable and forgettable.

but i definitely feel like i can do more than that now. i think i can write... maybe not home cooked meals, but definitely something better than single serving chip bags... a pretty decent restaurant, maybe? not your favorite, but still one worth recommending? i think this metaphor is getting away from me.

25: What part of writing is the most fun?

hmm. do you want a bit of a personal answer?

well, a fun fact about me is that i dont sleep well. most nights (all nights? every night?) i spend about an hour around 3-4am (had to unplug the clock in my room bc there was a good year where i checked the time every night, so i can give this time with certainty) awake, staring at my own eyelids. even when i was passing out w my phone in my hand from trying to stay up to talk to friends in high school, i still consistently woke up at 3:40am-ish

in the few occasions ive slept thru the whole night without waking (of which i genuinely feel i could count on my hands, even if that maybe isnt true), i actually feel kind of uncomfortable about it. it feels like ive missed something? its like, idk. forgetting to grab your glasses, or put on a piece of jewelry you wear every day (those might also just be me), or any other harmless ritual you need for your day to feel right. an integral piece of my day is just not there. (bc it is integral, even if ive had my fair share of nights where i just can not wait for that hour to pass)

ton top of that, i lucid dream (sort of--i dream normally, and then usually ill pilot the dream once ive got a feel for the plot). and most mornings (which dont require me waking up, ie weekends), i spend a good hour or so (or more. two hours, honestly, to four, is probablt the best estimate) just lying in bed, pretending to be asleep. so, yanno. i spend a lot of my time “sleeping,” uh. very aware? legitimately conscious?

but in that time, i daydream (...is it daydreaming if its night?). lots of time to play with stories, and go thru scenes and scenarios and whatever else. make up bits of dialogue or scenes that make no sense or just, idk. imagine? imagine whatever bullshit i want. play aorund with scenes id like to see in the fic i was reading before bed, imagine stuff thats coming up in the story im working on, imagine all the “One Cool Scene”s of all the stories ill never be assed to write, think about alternate endings to something or unwritten endings to fics i still remember from middle school.

most of those are all mine, and a lot of them ill forget, but,

i dont know if its the most fun part of writing, technically, but it’s something i love about writing every single day (night?). okay, im not literally writing these things out. in the grand scheme of things, ive written like, .01% of these things. but that... idk, font of imagination? of Stories? of, idk. of pure amusement for the sake of just having fun, for me and me alone?

writing can take that and make it real. catch it, and take it from... hazy colors and conversations i have to start over bc i lost track of how they started or where they were going (dreams are slippery like that), and it can put them somewhere, and say “this is what you imagined. it took a lot more time and work, but its real. it’s not ‘pinned down,’ exactly, nor ‘captured,’ but possibly ‘crafted.’ puzzled through and put together and wrapped in something as lovely as language, and it’s real.” you can shave away those fuzzy edges, every word hammering those snippets into something solid! carefully constructed words and retyped sentences refining those wisps into something!

and i dont know if that means anything to anyone else, but it means something to me. and maybe that’s corny (it certainly feels corny, ha, i even used italics!), but its something i love about writing for sure.

#ask lew #anonymous #THIS IS. MORE WORDS THAN YOU WERE LIKELY EXPECTING. SORRY BOUT THAT #i just have a lot of feelings about writing

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Can’t Go On, Thinking Nothing’s Wrong

Summary: Rus’s sparkle is becoming a firecracker, the Fell Brothers still aren’t talking, and Red is a Grand High Poobah. Just another day in Rus’s life since he got knocked up.

Tags: Spicyhoney, Brotherly Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pregnancy

Notes: Why does this happen to me? Guess it’s a series now, here we go.

Just quick, thank you SO much for all your comments everyone. I’m going to reply to them eventually, but I’m having some pain issues right now. I can reply to comments or I can write, and I went with write. So, I SUPER appreciate them and I love them, and I will reply when I can. ^_^

Warning: There is what could possibly be a discussion about miscarriage but nothing like that actually happens.

What Will Be, Will Be

Something To Say, But Nothing Comes

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Not that long ago, Rus would’ve said he knew what tired felt like. Tired was always dogging after him, dragging him down into impromptu naps and through exhausted days while his piddling HP soaked up any rest it could, keeping him afloat.

But the past few weeks had taught him a new definition of the word and the only good thing about it was that this time, no one was griping at him to get his lazy butt out of bed.

Oh, yeah, and there was gonna be a baby eventually, that was nice, too.

Rus had a sneaking suspicion that the tired wasn’t gonna end with the skitten putting in an appearance. Probably learn a new definition of it, though.

Anyway, there was also the added perk that his brother no longer came in to wake him up in the morning for sentry duty. Alphys was a tough chickie, but she had a soft, gooey center for baby Monsters, skitten or otherwise. She immediately put him off work until the baby decided to show up before putting in a demand for some babysitting time. The way things were going, Rus was gonna have to come up with a duty log or something if he ever wanted a chance to hold his own kid.

Behind Rus, the mattress creaked as the bed shifted and, oh, right. That was another change, wasn’t it. For starters, his mattress had been upgraded to a bed frame scavenged from the dump. Not so much for the skitten, but because Edge refused to keep sleeping on the floor, like a no-account vagabond, was how he put it.

Rus sort of thought he should be offended by that, but, eh, the new bed came with perks. Namely, it usually came with an Edge included in the nighttime hours, big and cozy warm, and a helluva lot more cuddly than their previous visits led Rus to believe.

It was just a damn shame that morning came so early when Edge stayed over,

The bed creaked again. “I need to go.”

“mm hmm,” Rus mumbled. He wasn’t ready to commit to actually being awake, but he had enough going for him to be sleepily waiting for what came next. He was not disappointed.

First, a kiss on top of his skull. Very soft, a butterfly’s breath of a touch. Hesitant, not really sure of its welcome, but every morning that it wasn’t rejected upped the odds that tomorrow might bring another one.

Next came the one right over his sternum and this one was more confident, sure. Today Edge added a new layer, murmuring softly, “Be good, baby.”

Yeah, okay, Monsters didn’t exactly get hormones when they were knocked up, but Rus was just about to weep at how precious that was. Better to pretend he somehow didn’t notice. Edge got all flustered and blushy when Rus teased him and as cute as that was, Rus also didn’t want him to stop.

He didn’t want to say that upcoming parenthood was softening Edge up in seriously unexpected ways, but damn if it wasn’t. Hell, he’d pretty much accepted that Edge was giving all he could before with the occasional one-night stand, and that was okay, you know? Rus didn’t take it personal, was what it was. He’d gotten a few glimpses of Underhell...er...Fell, he saw where Edge and Red were coming from and if part of him desperately craved more, then that was his problem because Edge never promised him anything but orgasms.

Turned out that beneath that hard, boney shell Edge had a gooey center of his own and with a little spark to smooth the way, Edge was becoming the best sort of cuddle Monster.

Yeah, Rus could get used to this. He kinda hoped he’d have the chance and it wouldn’t dry up once the kid was here.

The sound of the bedroom door quietly closing was a sign that it was time to go back to sleep and when Rus woke up again, he could see the bright, artificial light coming around the curtains.

His phone buzzed again; that was what woke him up the first time, and Rus groaned loudly, not bothering to look at the text. He already knew who it was from and he also knew they were turning him into a crazy person because they were from a crazy person who was probably already inside the house.

In the end, he looked at it anyway because he couldn’t not look at it. It said exactly the same thing as yesterday. And the day before. And the day before that.

need to get down here and eat

Yeah, Captain Obvious, it was about the time his hunger started warring with the whole tired thing, he didn’t really need a wakeup call. But since he had one, Rus went ahead and gave in, kicking the blankets to the end of the bed and hauling himself upright.

He yanked on his bathrobe over his pajamas, leaving it hanging open as he wandered downstairs. The gargoyle currently slouched on his sofa was getting to be a common sight, too.

“morning,” Red didn’t look up from his phone. “your bro left breakfast for you on the table.”

Even Red’s grouchy mug wasn’t enough to dim his appetite and Rus’s shuffle got a bit of a lift as he headed over to the covered plate. Toast soaked in butter, richly browned sausages, glistening eggs. Even a bowl of oatmeal swimming with a generous amount of honey, with a tall glass of orange juice to wash it down. Twice and then some what he would’ve eaten before and Rus dug in as if it might make a break for it if he looked away.

He piled most of it on a toast slice in a messy sort of sandwich and took a happy bite. Around a mouthful of eggy toast, Rus mumbled, “you know, you don’t need to come over every day.”

Blue and Edge woulda had some words to say about his manners, some more profane than others. Red was his sort of guy and spoke ‘full mouth’ fluently. His pissiness, on the other hand, was more a character flaw than anything Rus did to earn wrath.

“yeah, and you don’t need to tell me what to do but here we are,” Red grumbled. “boss’s gotta patrol. your bro has training. i’m the only one who can hang around.”

“uh huh.” Telling him that Rus didn’t need anyone hanging around probably wasn’t gonna go over well, or it least it wasn’t gonna do much good. Red had assigned himself as the Grand Poobah of Overprotectiveness and Rus was gonna have to roll with it.

Probably wouldn’t be too much longer, anyway. The little spark was growing quickly. Already it had gone from a twinkling to a firecracker, much faster than expected. He’d always had an overabundance of magic and according to Undyne, the souling was happily gorging on it. That was why he was so damned sleepy and right now he’d nod off about anywhere. Which, okay, he did that before but these days Blue only shook his head indulgently and sometimes tucked a blanket around him.

For some reason he was feeling a little more energized today, so after he dumped his plate in the sink, then went back to rinse it off so he didn’t get ‘The Lecture, Now In Stereo’, Rus went upstairs and put on actual clothes instead of standing by his previous declaration that pajamas were good for all occasions.

That was enough of a program change to get Red to look up from his Candy Crush or whatever the hell he was engrossed in. “what are you doing?”

“going for a walk.” Rus told him as he stepped into his untied shoes. Then, more grudgingly, “you coming?”

The answer was obviously some version of yes, but the expected bitching and moaning didn't come. Red only hopped up and put on his shoes, double-knotting the laces before he went over and did the same to Rus’s sneakers, ignoring his exasperated sigh.

Red didn’t ask before practically leaping in front of Rus to make sure he was first out the door. He looked around like he was expecting a sneak attack from the garage or maybe an ambush from the Librarby, books lunging out with nefarious deeds already written on their pages.

When neither of those scenarios manifested, Red seemed to decide it was safe enough for a stroll. Rus pushed past him impatiently and headed for Waterfall.

“your bro is out in the woods,” Red puffed out, jogging to catch up with Rus’s long legs.

“yep. which is why i’m taking a walk in waterfall. got a problem with that?” Because if he did, Rus’s easygoing attitude was about to bypass the lighthouse and crash into the rocks.

Red only shrugged. “nah. some exercise is good for the kidlet.”

“Kidlet?” Rus made a face, “i was gonna stick with skitten.”

Red stopped in his tracks, horror flitting over his expression, “skitten?”

“yeah, you know. skeleton kitten. a skitten.”

Red scrubbed a hand over his face and shook his head as he started trudging after Rus again. “i tried to tell the boss something was wrong with you.”

“i bet you did.” Rus said agreeably. “i mean, there are, so many things. probably hard to pick one.” It was true. He had a list.

But if Red was gonna drag that out of the shadows and into the light of day, Rus would like to point out that whatever was wrong with him wasn’t as bad as what was currently wrong with the Fell brothers. Didn’t take a genius to notice that as soon as Edge came back to Underswap from patrol or training, Red took off, usually with a grunt for Rus or Blue, but always without a word to Edge. It was like as soon as Red passed the little souling torch over to his brother, Red was out.

Rus was starting to feel like the ball in the Underground’s most boring game of ping pong.

Of course, it was really their business, not Rus’s at all. Like he was up to giving any advice about relationships, considering he and Edge hadn’t even gotten around to slapping a label on theirs? Right. He should stay out of it and let them work it out.

Except, Rus didn’t give two hurty squirty shits about that because it was really starting to get on his nerves. Edge was supposed to show up here and spend his time looking all adorable about upcoming parenthood, possibly (hopefully) tossing a promising look at Rus from time to time. He was not supposed to be moping around soulbruised because his brother was a dick. Which, okay, Red was always a dick, but he could be less of one.

Around the path, the snowdrifts began to trail away, the air around them slowly warming as it shifted to a gentle trickle of constant rain. A change of scenery called for a change of conversation, and fuck it, Rus was up for a challenge. “so, you ever gonna stop being pissy with edge?”

“no.”

Well, at least Red wasn’t going to pretend everything was a-ho k-ho. “it’s because of the kid, isn’t it.”

Okay, yeah, he probably deserved that particular derisive snort.

The damp was starting to creep in through his shoes, making them squeak against his bony feet. “you aren’t pissy with me,” Rus pointed out. “why? takes two to jitterbug, yeah?”

“yeah, but he’s not supposed to be the stupid one.”

It took a second for that to click. “…hey!”

Rus reached out and gave Red a shove, cause he might as well enjoy it while Red wouldn’t push him back. “seriously, though, he’s really upset about it, i can tell, you should--”

“stay in your lane, honey bun.” The words were gently said, but the warning in it was clear.

Welp, he’d tried. Mark that notch on the board and maybe tomorrow would be a better day.

“kinda hard right now, feel like i’m swerving all over the place.” Up ahead was one of the larger pools of water and Rus stopped at the edge and sat on the damp ground. After a fierce struggle with Red’s knots, he pulled off his shoes and rolled up his pant legs, scooting up to dip his feet into the cool water.

Next to him, Red did the same thing, tucking his socks deeply into his sneakers before sitting next to Rus. Their height difference wasn’t quite as obvious sitting down since Rus lost the advantage of his gangly legs.

Rus gave Red’s foot a nudge under the water with his toes and asked slyly, “how are you gonna protect me from the cave ninjas in your bare feet?”

Because he was a shit, Red scowled deeply and started to stand. Rus grabbed his arm to keep him still.

“stay put, you pine cone. we both know you could probably murder someone while you were bareass. Not that you’re gonna need to, thanks.”

“be a hell of a last sight before ya dusted, though.”

“thanks, i was looking for a good excuse to bleach my mind.”

The cool water felt good, soothing. His joints were a little achy lately, especially in his feet. From the magic drain, according to Undyne. Thinking of...“i’m supposed to see undyne tomorrow for another checkup. she wants to measure the souling, see if she can give me a guess-tament on when it’ll descend.”

Red grunted, noncommittal. Rude. Rus was trying to give him a heads up on the agenda for tomorrow. Chances were Edge would want to tag along, but if he couldn’t, he didn’t want Red grumbling about having to take a trip to hotland. Though he probably wouldn’t anyway, Red was being weird about all of this, everything, and Rus didn’t much want to guess at why.

But the silence was drawing out and at last, Rus went ahead and asked the question that'd been bugging him most. “do you want to see it?”

“see what?”

“my tits,” Rus said exasperatedly. “the souling, what else?”

Because for all his protectiveness, Red was the only person who knew that hadn’t asked for a quick peek. Not that Rus minded; he was perfectly happy to show off his little spark and now that it was bigger, it was starting to look like an actual soul, not a little blob of light. Edge was practically trying to commune with it on a daily basis, cuddling up close so he could stare through Rus’s rib cage or pressing his skull against Rus’s sternum and listening to its quick-quick little throb, barely audible over the pulse of his own soul.

Red seemed to be giving the question a lot more consideration than Rus thought should be necessary for a quick glimpse at a souling. The legs of his shorts were too close to the water and they were getting soaked, made worse when he kicked his feet and sent a little wave to splash back at them.

At last, Red gave a little shrug and said, “nah.”

Hm. Rus didn’t press, lifting a foot out of the water and watched the trickles fall from his boney metatarsals. Not far away were a few echo flowers, their words unintelligible, but their glow lighting the walls with an almost eerie blue.

Rus was about to suggest they head back to see if lunch miraculously appeared while they were gone when Red asked, low, “can you feel it yet?”

“feel it?” Rus asked dubiously. He rubbed his fingertips over his sternum, right above where his soul hovered with his own little echo circling around it. “maybe? sometimes it does feel warmer in there--”

“no,” Red shook his head and his words were tight, grated out, “when it gets close to descending, you should kinda feel it. it’s a full soul right next to your own, ain’t it? but not like soul joining, there’s no real thoughts or anything. just emotions. like...like getting touched with happiness.”

“not yet,” Rus said softly. His voice reverberated faintly, and he wondered if the echo flowers would claim it. “must be too small still.”

Red nodded jerkily and fell silent.

There was a fuckton of questions springing up around that, but Rus didn’t ask any of them. They sat there a while longer together, and if the silence wasn't exactly comfortable, it wasn’t bad, either. Eventually, Rus flopped back to lay in the cool grass, still paddling softly with his feet. The water dripping down into his sockets was weird but not unpleasant. He didn’t remember falling asleep, didn’t know how he got back home to be lying on their sofa, and he definitely didn’t want to know how he ended up in fresh, dry clothes.

What he did know was that Edge was in the living room with him, still pulling off his boots, and Red was nowhere to be seen.

“you look tired,” Rus said. Which, was the truth, but he winced a little belatedly at having said it like that. He was always a little off his game when he woke up and lately, that seemed like always.

Edge replied, curtly. “Today was...difficult.”

He didn’t elaborate and Rus didn’t ask.

“well, hey, come lay down until dinner is ready.” The sounds coming from the kitchen were a pretty good sign that Blue was already in there, whipping up something delicious. And when it looked like Edge was going to argue, because of course he would think he needed to toss on a chef’s hat after an already long day, Rus said lightly. “undyne was just telling me that frequent proximity of the other soulsharer is good for the little firecracker.”

Sure, that was a blatant lie, but Rus thought it was for a good cause. Edge faltered, his eye lights straying to the kitchen, but in the end, it was too much of a good thing to resist. Edge settled down next to him, moving immediately and unashamedly into Rus’s personal space, already prepared to start trying to commune with their little spark. Talking to it, humming little songs, even summoning his own soul so that he could offer a taste of the emotions bubbling in him and yeah, that overflowing love wasn’t for Rus, but feeling it so close to his soul brought tears to his sockets, maybe someday...maybe…?

Almost, Rus thought he might have felt something, a tiny, sweet little echo of emotion, but he couldn’t be sure.

Soon, it’d be soon. He hoped. Rus was really looking forward to getting touched with a little happiness.

tbc

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#spicyhoney #papcest #keelywolfe #underfell #underswap #underfell papyrus #underswap papyrus #underfell sans #pregnancy fic

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volturialice · 4 years

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Spork Haven chapter 23: salt fucking peter

welcome to spork haven, where I spork the EL James fic you’ve never heard of

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previously on Spork Haven:

actor!Edward got an outlandish fucking award and became Best Actor!Edward! hotel maid murder witness cello prodigy orphaned ““cajun”” heiress!Bella was his date to the awards show! Ed looked into Emmett’s dark burning eyes and had a Moment! Bella felt dizzy and then went missing! will the Volturi mafia succeed in murdering her? let’s hope so stick around and find out!

warning: this chapter is incredibly long. please check the tags for content warnings—there are a lot! it’s eventful, though, so we’ll give it a pass. but settle in and make yourself comfortable. maybe go get a drink or something. I know I needed a drink after I read this garbage.

chapter 23 opens with Edward attempting to process the fact that Bella has disappeared. he does this in what I have to admit is a pretty seamless fusion of el james’s and stephenie meyer’s trademark styles (negative space here preserved for authenticity):

wow. eat your heart out, New Moon.

once we’ve experienced that bit of totally original typesetting magic, Edward leaps into action!

just kidding. he’s “totally fucking immobilized.” paralyzed with fear, he “stifles a sob” and toys with whether to “wail, scream, and tear his hair out with impotence”

luckily, he’s very good at giving himself pep talks:

this bracing self-administered kick in the pants unfreezes him, allowing him to summon the mental faculties to go get Emmett.

Emmett clears the ladies’ room and calls for backup. He and Edward search the restroom and are joined by a rando Local security guard as they discover—gasp!—a secret second exit to the bathroom (shoutout to the phoenix airport womens’ room, amirite?) leading into a service tunnel.

the Local security guard informs them that the tunnel leads to an alley, but the alley’s only exit is onto Hollywood Boulevard. you know, the street currently clogged with limos, paparazzi, cameras, and fans. idk about y’all but I’m starting to think this kidnap attempt may have been just a tad poorly conceived. why kidnap her at all? they had ample time to kill her, dump her body in the service tunnel, and make their escape unencumbered.

as Ed, Emmett, and Local race down the service tunnel, Emmett radios for Jasper to go around and cut the Bad Guys off in the alley. Edward is the slowest of the bunch

so he quickly falls behind the other two.

he’s trying to catch up when—wait! what’s that on the ground? something...sparkly?

that’s right: he pauses in chasing after Bella and her kidnapper in order to notice “six thousand dollars’ worth of earring” lying on the ground.

then he stops and picks it up.

now, I know what you’re thinking, guys—is he seriously stopping to pick up a lost earring when Bella’s life is in danger?—but keep in mind, these earrings were twelve thousand dollars. also, Edward loves earrings! they make him horny! what else is he supposed to suck on at Bella’s funeral?

I mean, yeah, if your worst fear was that Bella might lose an earring.

what indeed, Edward. what indeed.

imagine for a second that you’re Emmett in this fic. you’re a law enforcement professional racing to protect your charge’s life, bellowing into your walkie for backup, preparing to apprehend an armed and dangerous suspect in an area full of innocent civilians...when suddenly, from somewhere far behind you in the dingy gloom of the service tunnel, you hear the sniveling, British-accented voice of the bitchass manchild celebrity who’s tagging along:

“I’vE fOuNd hEr eArRiNg!”

jesus.

still ahead of Eddie boy, Emmett and Local burst out into the alley, guns drawn. Edward hears gunfire and is terrified for Bella as he finally catches up and arrives at the scene.

this is about where erika’s writing gets...incredibly confusing. and not in a POV, “we’re in the character’s head experiencing the chaos with him in real time” way. more like in a “several dozen drunk blind amputees playing Twister” way. this is my cute way of saying “it’s bad” and “I had to read it four times before it began to make sense.”

in the alley, all is chaos. a gun has just gone off

I’m sorry. salt...peter? saltpeter? did someone shoot off a Ye Olde Civil War Musket? I know fuckall about firearms and even I know they phased that shit out in the fucking 1880s.

and while we’re here, fun trivia fact about saltpeter: in Olden Times, people would ingest saltpeter in order to nuke their sex drives. silly Olden Times! if it’s a bonerkiller you’re after, all you have to do is read this fic!

ok, back to the alley. security are cordoning it off, keeping the “fucking jackal” paparazzi at bay (already?)

the LAPD are arriving (already??)

but perhaps most interestingly,

real quick before we get into whose body it is, why we’re sexually objectifying it, and what it’s oozing, I just wanna draw your attention to the construction of that sentence. the artistry, if you will. below, I have replaced some of the nouns so that we may all appreciate the sheer poetry of the syntax:

“there’s a fucking meatball lying prone on the floor, all covered with cheese, a dark cloud oozing under the meatball.”

sitting a few feet away from the Skirt & Heels Body™ is Jasper, cradling the unconscious Bella. you could be forgiven for thinking that first body (you know, the oozing one) was Bella’s, because that’s what the narration wants you to think. the effect is somehow both enhanced and ruined by the fact that Bella’s actual body is mentioned in the next sentence. erika really tried to have her suspense cake and eat it too, with the result that by the time I finished reading this paragraph, I had absolutely no idea how many bodies there were or who they belonged to, which ones had on a skirt and heels, which ones were oozing, and where.

another excerpt I should probably share is the paragraph where we describe Edward reacting to this tragic pietà.

here’s our text, raw and unedited:

I can’t even begin to list all the ways this paragraph makes me uncomfortable, so I won’t attempt to.

anyway. remember how in the last chapter, there was an incredibly gay bit where Edward looked into Emmett’s dark, burning eyes? fasten your seatbelts because we’re about to blow that bit out of the water.

ｌｕｍｉｎｏｕｓｈａｚｅｌｅｙｅｓ

filled with

𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒

the next sentence tries to take us back into heterosexual territory with

are we meant to understand that Jasper’s luminous hazel eyes are saying “don’t you just wish it was you getting to cradle Bella’s unconscious, injured body?” yes, that is exactly what we’re meant to understand. this attitude continues as Bella is loaded into an ambulance. at first, Jasper tries to stop Edward from coming, then the paramedic says they can both come but only if they sit on opposite sides of the ambulance like kindergarteners in Time Out.

l o n g i n g l y

the paramedics also checked the other body (you know, the oozing skirt and heels body) and Edward made a startling observation:

though oozing, the mystery person is still alive, and a second ambulance hauls off

and here I was thinking all this story needed to make it complete was some veiled transphobia! what a fun new direction for erika.

once at the hospital, Ed is banished to the waiting room with Emmett, Jasper, and Taylor. the doctors won’t let him see Bella, even when he tells them he’s her fiancé.

hmm. is it just me or is there a movie about this exact scenario?

yep, there are at least two movies about this exact scenario.

after the “fiancé” thing, Edward picks up on some bad vibes from Jasper

interesting. can you feel MY animosity hit you like a brick fucking wall? I guess it’s more of a brick fucking skyscraper at this point.

things we learn at the hospital:

Bella was roofied! so if you voted “poisoned” in the poll, I’m gonna give you this one. congrats on your victory.

Bella is fine now

Jasper shot the mysterious kidnapper in the chest.

that’s right, Jasper is the cause of all the oozing. well done, Jasper. good luminous hazel eye.

finally, Bella wakes up and asks to see Edward. He goes back to see her

and

she

dumps his ass.

not for any Sane People reasons, of course. having decided she’s “too dangerous to be around,” she breaks up with him in a scene straight out of New Moon, complete with “eyes full of tortured pain” and dialogue like

“You are too precious to me. Please. Go.”

Edward spends the whole scene in panicked denial, to the point where he’s practically gaslighting Bella, telling her she’s just been through a traumatic ordeal and she can’t possibly mean what she’s saying.

then he interrupts her mid-breakup

to fucking propose.

🤣🤣🤣 READ THE ROOM, BUDDY. Bella is resolute for the first time in her doormat life, turns down the proposal, and firmly breaks things off with Edward. he returns her earring (you remember, the six thousand dollar earring we paused in the middle of the climactic chase scene to pick up), “inhales her fragrant hair for the last time,” and leaves.

and with that, the chapter is FINALLY over.

possibility.mp3

best “fucks”

“level fucking head”

“a fucking microsecond”

“fucking sirens”

“loud fucking noises”

“enough fucking damage”

“a soothing fucking balm”

“fucking Hale”

“fucking purgatory” (the hospital waiting room)

“pale as fuck” (bella)

“fucking lifeless” (bella)

“non-believing fucking arse” (edward)

“like a fucking idiot” (edward)

best “shits”

next chapter: fucking blinds and curtains

#spork haven #twilight fanfiction #twilight revival #anti e.l. james #long post //#transphobia //#drugs //#guns //#injury //#blood //

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years

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“Nolan, Baby” - Nolan Sorrento x Reader (Ready Player One)

🎅 Holiday Fic #4 🎅 (Santa Baby... But not!)

GIF CREDIT: X Author’s Note: Because I’m a glutton for punishment and Nolan refuses to write for me, I wondered if he might like to join in the Holiday fic parade. He accepted. Then I had to find the song, and I had a good one and then threw it out... because this scenario is just... too good to pass up. Ah! Finally some more traditional Christmas hits! (If you’re wondering where the extra pieces came from... Micheal Bublé. ‘Thank’ him!)

If the Boi has money, I will use it as a plot point.

Disclaimer: Ready Player One characters not mine / lyrics not mine

Premise: After confusing the hell out of him with your Christmas list, Nolan decides two can play at that game...

Words: 1990

Warnings: Quite a lot of poking fun of ‘fad’ diets

_______ Been an awful good girl Santa baby, hurry down the chimney tonight Santa baby, a '54 convertible too convertible too, light blue I'll wait up for you, dear Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight Think of all the fun I've missed Think of all the fellas that I haven't kissed Next year I could be also good If you'll check off my Christmas list Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot Been an angel all year Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight Santa honey one thing I really do need, the deed To a platinum mine Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight Santa cutie, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks Sign your 'x' on the line Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight I really do believe in you Let's see if you believe in me ---

The sheet of paper had been on his desk for the past week. When he had asked you what you wanted for Christmas, as his partner, (although he’d had some ideas of his own) he was a little more surprised that you’d managed to produce a whole list in little to no time at all. He’d had to think very carefully about his own. Because what could you buy one of the most powerful men in the world? That stream of money was endless. And Nolan knew that material had long since stopped mattering to him. What can you buy someone who has everything? So, in the end he’d given you a super short list of one thing, knowing that you would do what you always did and get gifts that spoke to his heart. You were exceedingly good at that.

He was getting better at doing the same for you, but he still wanted to get you something you really wanted. And money was obviously not the issue here. Only. What you were asking for was an innumerable list, from which Nolan didn’t know where to start. Some things were possibly easier than others, and he’d already managed to come by. In fact, he’d already given you one of them - but you were apparently surprised that he would go out of his way to surprise you with Tiffany decorations for the tree this year, that he thought you might well have forgotten how long and ridiculous this list actually was.

But he didn’t have long left to think about this, so he had blocked out some time in his calendar today to go through it again and break into it a little more. Nolan collected it from his desk and brought it closer to his eyes as he sat back in his chair. Nolan, Baby, 💙 Slip a sable under the tree for me A '54 convertible too convertible too, light blue I want a yacht and really that's not a lot The deed to a platinum mine A duplex Checks Decorations bought at Tiffany A ring – and I don’t mean on the phone… Rolex Game day tickets – For kicks 😉 A Mercedes…

That was only the beginning but it was enough to already have his head spinning. He’d ticked off a few things that had been a little easier to find, or that he could turn into little thought of surprises. But some of these requests were just bizarre; “Okay I know I have a lot of money but how the hell am I supposed to source this stuff!? A deed to a platinum mine....Geez—!!” He ran a hand through his hair and breathed out. Well he might be able to do it with company money, but it was unlikely the board was going to let him do it..!

Nolan placed it down again, alright there was only one thing to do - ask if these things were quite beyond his capabilities on purpose, or this was actually what you really, really wanted. You, after all, would know. And then Nolan could really focus his efforts best. He pushed it to one side - he’d get it over with tonight. Hopefully he could avoid you looking unimpressed while he was at it.

***

You hadn’t been home so long yourself when he walked through the door, but you ran through to greet him just the same. “Nolan!” You didn’t even allow him respite to shrug himself out of his coat before you started peppering his face with kisses. He laughed; “Okay... okay... Y/N... alright...” His voice was soft and gentle, and you knew that meant it’d been a long day. When isn’t it a long day for the CEO of IOI... You stepped back and allowed him to undress; “Honestly, this weather is awful isn’t it?” He ran his hands back through his hair; “And this dark... ugh.” He checked himself in the mirror before turning back to you, “How was your day, darling?” “Fine. We’re on the Christmas wind down... There’s a few projects to be done but, there’s not a lot so important that we’re going to need to spend overtime on them...” “No. They are not going to have to spend overtime on. I know what you’re doing.” Sorrento gathered you in his arms to afford you just as many kisses as you had him.

“Well, they work for me...” you gave a shrug. “I feel like they deserve the break. I’m the CEO for a reason.” Not of a rival company, you were CEO for a little internet security firm. IOI was currently a little out of your range to start bidding RFIs and RFPs on but... eventually you’d quite like to have them as a client. “Mmm...” Small enough a company to have the entire week of Christmas off - that was one perk you hoped you’d always be able to keep. You just wanted things done by then. “So how long have you been home?” You turned to the clock, “Uhhhhh... 30 minutes, maybe.” He sighed “This is no good! You’re as bad as me!” “Uh-! You have a contest to win!” “That’s hardly the point.” You repeated him; “This is a war, for control of the future!” “Ah, did I say that-!? I don’t remember!” Nolan let you go, laughing and wandered upstairs “Of course you did... I think you got this-!” “Well I better have, considering the money I poured into it!” There is that!

You wandered back into the kitchen, to wait for him, but it didn’t take long for Nolan to change. “Still on this pre-Christmas fad diet?”’ “It is not a fad diet!” “It’s such a fad diet! I starve every time I look at your plate!” He pushed your arm as he opened the cupboards, “It’s not! I got this and my exercise... it’s going great.” “Oh!” You smirked, “I didn’t think that’s what Kegel was for.” Sorrento turned to you with slightly narrowed eyes “...You should be so lucky that I might use it for that in the first place.” “Oh my god-! You-!” It was your turn to playfully push him “Ah, now I clearly must abstain! Sit!” “Oh... fad diet evening meal-! Fantastic!” You did as he asked, sliding into your chair and trying not to let your tone show obvious distain. That was hard. “You can eat whatever you like.” “No, no- allow me to suffer with you!” He tutted; “Such a martyr!”

Nolan sat and you tried not to look like you were about to complain “Don’t you get bored?!” “No.” “I would.” Although his Italian heritage was helping on the variation somewhat. “I know you would. Ah!” He patted down his pockets until he found the paper, pulling it out and holding it up, “As we were talking about things I’m pouring money into... honestly. What is with this list!?” “Oh, now you’re complaining!” You smiled, and leant on your hands “No, I just... I know I might be made of money but-!” He unfolded it... “Like, how do you expect me to get hold of a car from nearly 100 years ago-! I just I-!” He stopped as you began laughing, and kept laughing until there were almost tears. Nolan raised an eyebrow; “What?” “Oh-! My God! Are you taking it literally!?” “What?” “Nolan! Oh! Honey!!” You kept laughing, “It’s a joke! Babe! They are song lyrics!” He looked nothing short of bemused “They’re what?!” “The lyrics! To Santa Baby...!” Sorrento looked to the paper again, and his whole face lit up in embarrassment, which only served to make you giggle more. “I-! I knew that-!” He cleared his throat, “I-I was just... testing you!” He folded it back up; “It’s not like I actually got you anything on it... or anything...” sounding a little more dejected than embarrassed, Nolan covered his face with his hands. “Oh honey! I’m sorry! I thought you knew!” He shook his head; “Oh my god... I can’t believe...” “Thought you might be trying to figure out clues on a daily basis...” “Oh...” he put his hands down, tone now slightly more amused, slowly shaking his head; “I pay people for that.” “Oh... well, honey... I thought it would be fun. Oh! I’m so sorry! Wait-! Nolan!” You placed your hands over your mouth as is suddenly clicked; “Is that was the Tiffany decorations were for!?” It was your turn to burry your face in your hands. “Mm hmm!” And the seriousness on his face made you feel even more guilty “Oh sweetie! You didn’t go overboard!?” “Guess it’s good I didn’t now, isn’t it!” “I thought by the time it got to yacht and platinum mine you’d think it was a little stupid and throw it away!” “Clearly, I took it too literally...” He sighed, and got up. You knew he was heading straight for the wine. “That’ll ruin the diet for sure!” “Oh! No!” He laughed “I freaking need this!” He poured a glass, and one for you too; “Well, then what do you want-!?” You smiled sweetly, pulling him by his tie to kiss his cheek in both apology and as a thank you; “Use your intuition babe! You know me!” “I know but I...” “Honey. Spending the day with you is going to be the best present I get. And we both know that you can’t wrap that and put it under the tree.” “I dunno!” Nolan laughed; “I could sure try!”

***

Christmas Day rolled around as quietly as you had first anticipated. But you laughed every time you opened something related to the lyrics. And once he’d got the gist that they were lyrics, he’d bought you little joke things instead, like a model yacht. And a printed “deed certificate” that had you in stitches, appealing to your humour. It was nice to relax with him like this, everything in the house still and calm, glass of wine, his hands continuously caressing you... his attention was all yours. There was no technology in sight... You realised that Nolan was really buying you the most precious thing he had – his time. “Well... I hope I made your Christmas shopping stress free after the big reveal...” you ran your hands through his hair, knees up on his lap, as you sat together. He tipped his head; “Not... exactly. But, yeah I mean I guess I’m glad you did. Once I understood things got a little easier...” Sorrento nuzzled his face against yours gently, and you giggled. “Okay, if I assisted in some way I think that makes me feel better..!” “Ah!” He gave a little shrug, “It was an elaborate ruse, I must congratulate you on your effort!” “I’ll take it!” He nodded, good, and you sat there for a few more moments in content silence. You took another sip of wine. And then he started rummaging around, as Nolan often did when he thought he’d forgotten something.

“Ah-! Forgot to mention one little thing...” he turned back to you, and taking your free hand in his, he slipped of the sofa and onto one knee; “a ring.” You almost spat wine everywhere. Had he just used your little joke against you-!? Was he proposing!? Nolan opened the little box delicately, and then it was a race to put your glass down and cover your mouth again in surprise; “N-Nolan!!!” “Y/N. Will you marry me?” Your voice wavered between a phenomenal high and the fact that you might actually be about to cry; “Good lord, did you just use Santa Baby against me-!?” He gave a gentle shrug, and his smile was a little crooked like he couldn’t possibly say, before he returned his eyes to yours. Nolan took a breath, and remained serious; “Yes.” “Yes!!!” You threw your arms around him and never wanted to let go; “Of course, I will!!!”

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So, this wasn’t supposed to be a proposal fic, and then that was ALSO too good to pass up!

@dennismitchell @happyskywhale @wltz-bby

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#There will never be enough Nolan Sorrento on my blog #Nolan Sorrento #Nolan Sorrento x Reader #Ready Player One #Ben Mendelsohn #I will always write my baby as an absolute sweetie #don't EVEN tell me he's not!#Look at that precious baby trying /so/ hard to get noticed as an intern...!#I hate that scene but my god the feels #and the S M I L E #Need I say more?#He's always gonna be my sweetie...#Let me get my kegel jokes in dammit!!!#If you don't think I will turn these /lets all laugh at him/ things into strengths you're damn fucking WRONG!

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prettyyoungtragedy · 5 years

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Written in the Stars (8)

Characters: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: You’re the type of woman who is headstrong and fiercely independent. Heiress to a fortune and one of the most brilliant minds of the 21st century. Until you’re forced into witness protection. Your “Protection” turns out to be 220 pounds of dreamy, sassy, delightful Bucky Barnes. Whatever could go wrong?

Warnings: bad language, and violence.

A/N: This chapter was a fucking delight to write! I swear it might be my favorite one haha! We finally get the moment you all have been waiting for since these two met and of course the ending it just ANGST CITY! If you liked it throw me a reblog or a comment and I will love you forever!

This was generously Beta’d by my beta @suz-123 who helped write this soft chapter bc she’s so soft!!! love ya

Links are being a bitch so you can find the whole fic in my WIP masterlist in my bio!

Taglist is closed, Sorry guys!

The little black envelope that sat on your coffee table was glaringly obvious that it wanted your attention. Bucky had placed it there while you were sitting on the couch working on your laptop, sorting through emails and trying to get a little work done.

It had been a week since the release of Doctor Reinhardt and it seemed Bucky had doubled up your protection. He was always hovering when you were at work, or at lunch, or when you stepped out of the ladies room, it was tiring but you kept quiet through it all knowing he was just trying to be as thorough as he could at his job.

He eased up a little when you were at the safe house, leaving you alone to work in peace but every few hours he would check up on you, or pretend he had something to do in the same room you were just to see if you were okay.

Not that you didn’t enjoy having him around constantly, he was an easy conversation and devastatingly pretty to look at but you missed your friends and the life you had before this whole mess.

So when the black envelope arrived with pretty gold detailing on it, you knew it was just begging to be looked at.

With a sigh, you set your laptop beside you on the couch and picked up the envelope. Breaking the pretty gold seal that held it shut, you pulled out the invite that was inside.

It was from the NY Historical society hosting the annual Gala dinner. You went to it every year, and of course, it went hand in hand with being part of that society. You looked at the invite for a moment longer wondering how Bucky was going to react to you wanting to go to this event.

Bucky sat nearby his face concentrated on the file before him, he was doing some serious thinking as his hand rested on the bottom half of his face, eyes almost squinting at whatever he was reading.

“Bucky?” You said looking at him,

“Hmm?” he replies not looking up from his work,

“Can I go to a party?”

“No.”

“Okay, I am still going,”

Bucky tore his gaze away from the file before him to look annoyedly at you. “What?”

“I said I am still going,” You rose from your seat on the couch, slightly defiantly and walked over to where he sat, placing the invite beside him, “I go every year and I am not missing it, this is important to me.”

“And keeping you alive is important to me, so it’s a hard no from my side.” He retorted picking up the invite and handing it back to you without so much even as a second glance at it.

“I am allowed to have a life Bucky!” You exclaimed, “I can’t just work, and sit in this apartment all the time. The only people I ever see these days are ones you pre-approved and none of which are my friends and I feel like a prisoner in my own life!”

“How many times do I have to say it’s for your own-”

“Safety yeah yeah I know, same shit as always. But you can’t keep me here forever you know at some point I’m going to want to go back to my old life, and in fact, starting with this Gala.” You cut him off,

Bucky stood up, his height towering over you as annoyance flashed in his eyes, “For fuck's sake, why are you being difficult? Do you know how dangerous public gatherings are?!”

“Yes but this is a Gala dinner with state senators and fucking ambassadors, there will be security!”

“It’s an open invitation to put a target on your back,”

“Not if you go with me,”

At this suggestion, Bucky vehemently shook his head, “Absolutely not, rule number two.”

“Bucky,” You said exasperatedly, “Meet me halfway here please,”

“No.”

“Fine if you won’t go with me, I will take Steve or maybe Sam,” You folded your arms over your chest glaring up at him.

He stands toe to toe with you now, and you can almost feel the annoyance just radiating off him. Bucky clenches his fists at his side and takes a deep breath, he doesn’t want to argue with you, but he’s slowly losing patience at your insistence at going to this event, and clearly, you weren’t going to budge on this one.

He should have just ripped up that damned invite instead of giving it to you.

“Fine, I will take you but you will follow every single one of my instructions, and if I think that there is even the slightest hint of danger, we’re leaving. Got it?” He snapped,

“I hate you,”

“Good,”

And that was the end of the conversation.

~~~

The night of the Gala came with anticipated excitement for you, it had been months since you’d been able to see your friends or even attend anything that required you to pull out your best outfits. Lately, it was a steady stream of casual wear and workout wear, no diamonds or expensive champagne paired with delicious caviar.

You missed it and to say you were excited for tonight would have been an understatement.

You had barely been able to focus at work, you were all too excited to put on a fancy dress and dance the night away drinking champagne and enjoying the company of your fellow society members.

The occasion called for a new dress, which had been delivered to the apartment upon your request from Barneys. Sam had no idea what was going on when he walked in to find you surrounded by racks of dresses, and rows of designer shoes.

He merely glanced over the mess of expensive laces, and silks in the living room and walked right back out.

Once you’d chosen a dress, Bucky had come to the apartment and damn near had a heart attack when he found the jewelers from Harry Winston you’d asked to come over in the safe house. It took every bit of self-control for him not to yell at you until he was blue in the face.

But the second they had left, he lost his shit with you. Of course, you didn’t let this sour your mood, you brushed him off saying that it was fine and you had known these people your whole life.

It didn’t help improve his mood.

While you were all excitement and anticipation, Bucky, on the other hand, was having a god awful time with this whole ordeal.

He had informed Sam and Steve of this event and spent hours going over the entire layout of the Historical Society building in an effort to ensure your safety. He inquired on the security at the event and planned every exit route and worst-case scenario in his head. Sam and Steve assured him that everything would be fine, they would arrange to have Natasha and Scott on standby if anything went sour and Tony would be attending this party too.

None of this eased his worry, Bucky still had this dreaded feeling that something was going to go wrong because he missed something and it was torturing him.

~~~

“Is that what you’re going to wear?” Natasha asked incredulously as she appeared in the doorway of his room at the tower.

“God, not you too.” he groaned after having just been annoyed by Sam about what he was wearing.

“You’re going to stand out like a sore thumb,” She stated walking into the room carrying a black garment bag.

“Don’t care,”

“Well, I do care so strip.” She ordered tossing the bag at him. Bucky caught it with ease, looking quizzically at her before she sighed and moved forward opening the garment bag in his hands.

“Nooope.” Bucky shook his head the moment he saw the contents inside, “Absolutely not.”

“James-”

“I refuse, I am not wearing this penguin suit. Absofuckinglutely not.”

“Too bad, You don’t have a choice. Steve and Sam are wearing one too, so get your ass moving or you’ll be late to pick her up and I don’t think your princess likes to be kept waiting.”

Natasha doesn’t let Bucky argue any further, she grabbed him by the arm and practically dragged him towards the bathroom to get changed. For all his defiance and obstinance Bucky could never argue with Natasha Romanoff.

~~~

“I feel like a fucking moron,” Bucky muttered, fidgeting irritably with the silk bowtie that Natasha had tied around his collar in a perfect bow.

“You look fine, Bucky.” Steve chided as the pair got onto the elevator, Steve pushing the button on the floor to the safe house.

“I never said I don’t look fine, in fact, I look like a million bucks. I said I feel like a fucking moron, there’s a difference,”

Steve chuckled, “Okay then stop feeling like a fucking moron,”

“Can’t believe we agreed to do this,”

“You agreed to do this,” Steve corrected him,

“Don’t be a semantical ass,”

“Just put a smile on your face, escort her to this party, be nice and everything will be fine.”

“Everything will be fine,” Bucky mimicked Steve’s voice, childishly pulling a face at his best friend,

“You’ve got a stick up your ass, you know that.”

“And you’ve got self-righteous knowitall-ness living in yours,”

Steve punched Bucky on the shoulder, and Bucky shoved him back. The pair might have been a century old but they were still scrappy with each other like they were teenagers.

~~~

The moment you heard the front door to the apartment open, you grabbed the black satin purse that you’d paired with your dress and slipped on the gorgeous pair of satin black Manolo Blahnik’s with a silver buckle on the front, and walked out of the bedroom.

As you stepped out into the hallway, you see the two super soldiers standing there seemingly arguing with each other. They looked gorgeous in their black tuxedos but Bucky, Bucky looked just sinful, he even brushed his hair to your amazement. Bucky’s back is towards you, Steve sees you first and he hits Bucky’s shoulder alerting him of your presence.

They both turn towards you now and you watch their faces as they take in your outfit.

It was a deep wine red dress, thin straps, and a deep V neckline, perfectly fit over your breasts cinched in at the waist and cascading over your figure with a silky finish that moved like water when you walked and a long slit up to your upper thigh exposing your leg as you did. You’d paired it with the sparkliest diamond necklace you could find and teardrop diamond earrings.

To say the least, it was a distracting dress.

“Wow,” you hear Bucky say.

Steve hits him with the back of his hand in the chest lightly at his response to you and both of them quickly recover when you smile at them. That was the reaction you were looking for,

“Evening boys, don’t you look dashing,” You grinned at them,

Steve cleared his throat and nodded at you, “You look great,” he complimented you,

“Don’t I just,” You give him a quick twirl before looking at Bucky waiting for his compliment but he doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you.

“Ready to go?” Steve asked, frowning at Bucky for a moment.

“Oh god yes.” You replied eagerly.

~~~

The New York Historical Society is known for throwing the most lavishly stunning parties, tonight was no exception.

As you stepped out of the car, the flash of cameras go off and the sound of people calling your name. You immediately feel Bucky tense in front of you as he held out his hand to help you out the car, clearly all the attention you’re getting stressed him out.

Steve is already by your side, offering you his arm to escort you towards the building. You slip a hand around his hulking arm and spare Bucky an apologetic glance but he isn’t looking at you, his eyes are moving across the area with practiced precision. Sam is beside him now, both of them mirroring each other's actions as Steve began to lead you towards the building.

The moment you walked into the party your breath was taken away, it was all white and crystal. The chandeliers decorated with perfectly crafted snowflakes that glittered and spun gently in the air, a tall champagne tower stood in the center of the room and the servers were all dressed in white with silver accents. The theme was winter in summer, and it was perfect.

As soon as you walked in, you spotted one of your friends who was already excitedly waving you over to where she stood.

“I’ll be right back,” You said to Steve who nodded and lets you walk off.

Behind him, Bucky almost immediately began to protest but Steve cut him off with a look, and he falls silent watching you walk off towards your friends.

“We can’t stand together,” Sam said looking around the room, noticing the looks the three of them were garnering,

“Yeah disperse, but keep an eye on her.” Steve agreed, “Bucky go join her or hover or whatever,”

Bucky doesn’t argue he nodded tersely and moved in your direction, his eyes on you at all times.

You were animatedly talking to your friends Lola and Kate, he knew them from the thorough background searches he had done on both of them. Lola was a wannabe socialite, her position at your company was only such because of you. She lived on the Upper West Side in a two-story townhouse paid for of course by you, and Kate was a natural born socialite. She came from wealth and was dating wealth. She was proud and haughty but spoke to Bucky with a voice dripping like honey. He knew women like her, they fuck men they deem beneath their status to get a thrill, it disgusted him.

Your choice in friends was poor.

Bucky moved to stand behind you, your eyes catch him for a second and the happy smile on your face puts him at ease for a moment before you looked away again and his stoic expression settled again.

A few hours and a couple of glasses of champagne later, you’re letting go a little more. Laughing and talking to the various guests you knew. Bucky followed you everywhere, he was this silent wall of brooding and angst that stood behind you, arms crossed and scowling. Whenever you talked to someone their eyes would cautiously roam to him behind you and then back to you with a questioning look, you never bothered to answer any of their questions.

You didn’t want to call Bucky your hired help, it just felt wrong so instead, you chose to ignore the questioning looks.

“Dance with me, Sergeant Barnes?” Kate said, slightly tipsy, and clutching onto one of Bucky’s bulging biceps.

“I don’t dance,” He replied coolly taking her hand off his arm,

“Oh come on, a dapper man like yourself. Surely they taught you a few moves back in your day, I’m sure you charmed the panties off all the girls,”

“Nope.” Was all he said,

“I don’t believe that for a second, you’re devastatingly gorgeous,”

“Thank you.”

“So are you single, Sergeant?” Kate’s insistence at keeping up a conversation with Bucky made you feel bad for him and you were about to step in but the question intrigued you so you waited for him to answer.

“I don’t discuss my personal life with complete strangers,” He looked at her with a deadpan expression,

“I am not a stranger, I’ve known you for months now.” She chided, becoming frustrated as she wasn’t getting anywhere with him.

“Really? I barely remember you,”

His response makes you almost choke on the champagne you’d just sipped. Kate opened her mouth to respond but you quickly cut in, grabbing Bucky’s arm and tugging him away from the table.

“Come dance with me,” You instructed, and to your amazement he obeys.

You lead Bucky towards the dance floor, where other guests clad in their gorgeous finery all sway and step along to the gorgeous sounds of Franki Valli being played by the band nearby.

As you stepped onto the dance floor, Bucky took your hand in his, metal arm sliding around your waist as he pulled you close and he looked down at you. Your hand on his shoulder, the other feeling the heat of his palm against yours.

The sweet sound of Franki Valli’s Can't Take My Eyes Off You sets the tone for your dance. Bucky is a wonderful dancer, he steps perfectly to the beat of the song and leads you wonderfully across the dance floor. You feel the eyes of the other guests on the two of you but Bucky doesn’t seem to notice his focus is entirely on you.

You looked into those gorgeous starlight eyes of his, and your heart skips a beat. This man was going to ruin you, you could just feel it. Everything about Bucky irritated you but by god, you somehow adored this idiot.

He looked so so good tonight, the way his lips curved into a small smile, the look in his eyes as he led you through the dance. You wanted to kiss him.

Oh, how you wanted to kiss him so badly at that moment.

And when the song ended you barely even registered him stop moving, you’d been holding onto him so tightly. You looked up at him breathlessly his face inches from yours, your heart hammering hard in your chest and that stupid watch on your wrist starts vibrating alerting you of your increased heart rate.

“I thought you don’t dance,” You murmured breathlessly,

“I don’t,” Came his equally breathless reply,

“Then what was that?”

Bucky leaned in a little closer, his mouth at the shell of your ear before he whispered,

“You.”

The graveled sound of his voice sends a lustful shiver down your spine and you closed your eyes at the closeness of his mouth to your bare skin. When he pulled back loosening his hold on you, you felt yourself snap back to reality as he guided you off the dance floor again.

“I need the restroom,” You said feeling flustered by that dance, and Bucky just nodded his hand on your elbow as you moved through the room.

Meanwhile, Steve’s blue eyes trailed after the two of you. A frown on his face as he watched the interaction between you two and he felt unease settle in his chest. Bucky was playing a dangerous game, losing focus and Natasha had warned him about this.

“Steve,” Sam said beside him, also looking at the two of you walking off together.

“Yeah?”

“We got a problem,”

“Yeah, yeah we fuckin’ do.” The Captain muttered shaking his head.

Bucky was a god damn fucking idiot.

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The second you’re both clear of the crowded room and you walk into the empty corridor, you turned towards Bucky. You need to tell him how you feel right now, but that stupid watch is already betraying all your feelings.

“Bucky-” You started to say but he doesn’t let you finish. He placed his hands on your waist and practically slammed you into the wall behind you, your hands tangled in his hair, his lips at your neck, he breathes you in.

“Fuck my life, you smell so good,” he groaned his tongue tracing the skin just below your ear before he placed a kiss to the skin, “You look so fucking beautiful tonight,”

You feel a hot flush run straight through you at the sound of the want in his voice, you closed your eyes and sighed softly. Your hands sliding down to grip his face and pull his lips up against yours.

That first kiss is fucking phenomenal, pure straight unadulterated splendor. Bucky’s soft warm lips find yours and it’s like every other kiss you’d ever had never existed, it was both heartbreakingly amazing and intensely emotional as it rips apart your soul and puts it back together all in one breath.

You had thought about kissing him for so long that every expectation you had was thrown out thw window and replaced by the breathlessness and splendor of this first kiss.

The breath is ripped from your lungs when you part your lips slightly and his tongue begins to explore your mouth. He pressed his body against yours and groaned when you pulled him as close as you possibly could.

It’s like straight fire is injected into your veins as heat flooded your body from his kiss, and then he breaks it with a sharp intake of breath.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I-”

“Bucky,” you interrupt him by placing your hand over his mouth, his eyes giving you a questioning look, “Take me home, now.”

The demand in your voice has him weak at the knees, and all he does is nod before he grabbed your hand and led you back toward the gala.

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The entire car ride back to the safe house is filled with tension so thick you felt like you could cut it with a knife. You sat in the back seat of the car with Sam, Steve in the front with Bucky driving and every few minutes his eyes would meet yours and the wild lust in them was leaving you breathless.

As soon as Bucky parked the car in the basement, you practically dashed out of the car. Not waiting for Sam or Steve both of whom give Bucky a look of disapproval but say nothing.

“Should we come up?” Steve asked as the four of you waited for the elevator in the basement of the building,

“No it’s fine, sweep aft and I’ll secure the apartment,” Bucky shook his head,

Your heart jumped as you looked at him, he stood beside you, and his fingers brushed against yours. Sam and Steve don’t say anything when they see this, instead, they nod at their friend and watch as the two of you stepped onto the elevator together.

The second the doors closed, Bucky’s mouth is on yours backing you up against the wall of the elevator. You moaned against his mouth, his hands exploring your body, you’re flustered and breathless when the elevator dings and the doors open on the safehouse floor.

“God damn fucking watch,” you muttered as the watch on your wrist went crazy while he was kissing you,

Bucky chuckled and shook his head at your reaction, the two of you getting off the elevator. His brain not registering the fact that you had skipped a few steps in front of him in the hallway. You turned around a smile on your face as you said something but he wasn’t paying attention.

You looked so fucking pretty, it was distracting him. Everything about you was distracting him, the way your body looked in that dress, the gentle curve of your back, the way the diamonds accented your beauty and glittered against your skin.

“I’m in the mood for ice cream,” You said as the two of you walked up to the front door of the apartment, the sudden subject change has him confused but he goes with it. He’s got a one track mind at that moment, he wants you in that dress saying his name over and over.

“Sure we can get some if you’d like,” Bucky replied, his hand reaching out for you when he realized you were going to open the door before he got there.

“I want to go to-”

Then he hears the familiar click and the sound of a ring falling to the floor before the realization hits him like a ton of bricks. A surge of terror torpedos through him and his eyes widened for a split second his metal arm grabbing you and yanking you back seconds before the explosion rocked the apartment.

It felt as if everything moved in slow motion, first you felt the heat wave that swept through the area then the pain of the debris that came flying towards you and Bucky’s metal arm yanking you toward him. Your body collides with something hard and the air is knocked from your lungs and then darkness.

#Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes fic #Bucky Barnes series #bodyguard!au #bodyguard!bucky #marvel fanfic #james buchanan barnes #Marvel fanficiton #Marvel AU #the winter soldier #bucky barnes fluff

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London Calling (TS, Kaitlyn x MC)

As I promised, here’s the Kaitlyn x MC fic I wrote about last week. This is more a...songfic? That’s how they call them? Anyway songs play a huge role here and helped me sketch the structure of it as well as inspired the whole concept. In this regard, a special thank you goes to my lovely friend @kinda-iconic who provided help and suggestions for what then became the Hayley (MC) section: it was brilliant, beanie!

So, my entry for the Choice Prompt of the @choices-december-challenge is a TS fanfic showing what made Kaitlyn flight to her girl. As Hayley is heartbroken in her London apartment, in NYC Kaitlyn finally opens up to Amara about her breakup with her aspirant writer girlfriend.

Prompt: Choice

Word Count: 2325

Warning: This fic contains bad words; also tissue warning (don’t know if you’ll need it but I needed my tissue box writing this)

Tag: @darley1101 @esteladannishreyakamilah @kennaxval @choiceslife @psychopathdreamer21 @bluedragonlove

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Hey there, Delilah What's it like in New York City? I'm a thousand miles away But, girl, tonight you look so pretty Yes, you do Times Square can't shine as bright as you I swear, it's true

Tears streamed down Hayley's cheeks as she listened to Hey There, Delilah. She was sitting on her bed checking her social media when a post caught her attention. It was a selfie Kaitlyn posted hours ago: she was smiling brightly at the camera in a nighttime Times Square and the caption said "On top of the world! #timeofmylife #newyorkmagic #dreamscometrue #midnightmayhemstardomcalling". She was utterly beautiful: the new professional haircut suited her and the night lights waltzing in her dark eyes made her look mesmerizing. Hayley instinctively reached to put a like to the post and a corny comment but refrained herself just in time. "No, I...I can't. We aren't-" a sob escaped her at the thought of their breakup.

"She's living her dream and I'm no longer part of it. I just have to let my rockstar go, she's...she looks happy without me. And she's not mine anymore".

She collapsed on her pillow, trying to silence her own sobs. She angrily reached for her laptop where the song was playing and shut it down. Then she stared blankly at it as she carelessly tossed her phone on the armchair.

"Enough with it. I need to get some sleep or else tomorrow I'll be late for my interview" she repeated to herself mechanically, as if it was a line of a script she played merely out of habit.

She went back to bed and closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm herself down. But her wounds didn't seem to heal.

Oh, it's what you do to me What you do to me

-------- Miles away, in an underground New York cafè another tune was playing.

Staring at the bottom of your glass Hoping one day you'll make a dream last But dreams come slow and they go so fast

You see her when you close your eyes Maybe one day you'll understand why Everything you touch surely dies

Kaitlyn was sitting in a corner booth, arms crossed and staring coldly at the table.

"This song is old, aren't they tired of this shit?" She commented harshly.

Amara, who was sitting in front of her, threw her a concerned look.

"C'mon, this song is not shit, Kaitlyn. It's not my style too but it's not that bad...and it's not what gets on your nerves".

Kaitlyn looked at her.

"Really? So what is it? Enlighten me".

Amara exhales deeply, pinching her nose.

"Kait...I'm worried about you".

Kaitlyn furrowed her brows, confused.

"Because I don't like the Passenger? I mean, we're a punk rock band, it's not that surprising-".

"Kait, I care about you and I like to think we're good friends so can you drop the act, please?".

"Drop the act? What are you talking about?".

Amara gave her a sympathetic yet concerned look.

"You haven't even touched your donut nor your coffee and you're the worst donuts & coffee addict I've ever known. We're living the dream of our lives in New York, New York, baby, with Overnight Records and something is off with you. You smile, you party with us but you're somehow...distant. Not your usual self. Even when you sing: you nail every note, but something is missing. You're missing".

"You're not happy with how I perform lately? Cause I can-".

But Amara cut her off.

"I'm not happy with how you pretend to be okay when it's clear and understandable that you're not! You should feel like touching the sky but you're not. Try and tell me I'm wrong".

"Do you think I don't understand the opportunity we got? That I'm ungrateful? Amara, chill! I'm having a blast! This is like the best thing that could ever happen to me, to us! It's a dream come true and I couldn't ask for anything better. We're making it big, my friend, I feel it!".

Kaitlyn smiled and took a sip of her coffee, but her gesture, her smile looked somehow forced. Seeing that she was getting nowhere since the walls her friend built were stronger than she thought, Amara decided to try a more direct approach.

"So I was wrong, well good to know." She paused, but just to put the stress on what she was gonna say next. "How's Hayley doing? Does she like London?"

Kaitlyn threw her an angry look, like a wounded animal.

"I haven't heard from her since she left. She must be busy with her new job" she hissed, looking away. A pained expression appeared on your face as she spoke.

"Job? Last time I checked it was just an interview-"

Kaitlyn immediately turned to her, an almost desperate tone cracked her voice.

"Only a fool wouldn't hire her, Amara! She's so freaking talented, haven't you read her book? You were at the Fringe Festival too: is there any other way to describe her dystopia other than "a fucking masterpiece not even Margaret Atwood herself could do any better"? No, she's born for that. Writing, it's like a second skin to her. Even if it's just for a ghost-writer book. She will nail it and they will ask her to publish a novel of her own and she will be the bestselling published author she deserves to be".

Amara raised an eyebrow to her.

"So you're totally okay that she's on silent radio ever since she left".

Kaitlyn shattered her jaw.

"She went her way and I went mine, Amara. Where one would go, the other couldn't follow so we did what we had to. What the hell would you want me to say?".

"That you're hurting. You don't have to put on the brave face with me, Kait, we're friends and if it happened to me and Darren I would be devastated-".

"Yeah but Darren followed you to London and found an internship in Albany, luckily enough. You just can't relate, Amara. Don't you even try that card" she cut her off coldly.

Amara hanged her head in defeat.

"I'm sorry, Kait. I didn't mean to upset you even more by mentioning Darren" she gave her friend a genuinely pained look. "I'm truly sorry, I'm just...Kait, I care about you and I can't stay here watching you hurting as hell and telling everyone you're having the best time of your life when it's bullshit!".

Kaitlyn diverted her eyes like a scolded kid. Amara took a deep breath to calm herself down and spoke again.

"She didn't even answer to your message then?".

Kaitlyn shook her head.

"No, she was clearly busy. Or she simply doesn't care anymore".

"I don't think she doesn't care...I mean at the Festival you two were so in love as-".

"WE BROKE UP, AMARA".

Kaitlyn raised her voice, making some customers nearby turn their heads. Amara gave them an apologetic look and gestured to that the show was over.

"Okay, okay...just don't shout, huh? You mentioned that you had a fight?".

"Yeah, I came home and announced her that we signed a contract with Overnight Records in New York, the world tour and all and she stood there like 'oh good for you'. So I said 'is something wrong?' She said 'I had something yo tell you too, I got an interview for this job in London but I wanted to talk with you first and what? You decided everything on your own'. But what should I have done, Amara? What? I'm in a band, I couldn't just say 'nope sorry girls my girlfriend is not okay with me moving to New York, abort the whole thing'? That would be nonsense!".

Amara considered her friend's words carefully.

"No, you couldn't...but I don't get it, what did you say to Hayley then? I mean she got an offer too, right?".

"Yes, but writing is different, right? I suggested her to come here with me. I mean, she gushes over New York all the time: the literary scene, the museums, the theatres...now, when I say: 'okay, let's go there together, I play in the band and you can maybe write about us' all of a sudden it's the worst idea ever!".

"You said so? Maybe you can write about us?".

"Yeah, like behind-the-scenes. If we make it big, it could give her a head start too! But apart from that, every aspirant writer wants to go to NY because there are so many opportunities or inspiration here!".

"Hmm...how would you feel if she suggested you to follow her to London cause London music scene is so lively you would surely find a band there? That singers can sing everywhere after all and you would have your muse with you?".

"But I'm in a band already! And Overnight Records is based in New York!".

"And Quillis in London. Kait, Hayley is a huge fan of us but maybe just maybe she doesn't want her career to revolve around us, around you. And I can't blame her, honestly: anyone would feel trapped. As you would have felt if she'd you asked to write songs about her in London. In both scenarios, you would have hated each other for the rest of your lives, probably. But" - she paused looking into Kaitlyn's eyes- "you know that too".

This time Kaitlyn hanged her head before speaking again.

"I know. That's why I didn't object much. This is how it must naturally end, apparently...you see it yourself. None of us wanted to become one of those couples full of resentment and self-pity who spend their day accusing each other of ruin their life. But..." -she sniffled and that's when Amara noticed a tear streaming down her friend's cheek- "But the truth is that it hurts and my dream now, here is less 'the time of my life' without her with me. I mean, with me even if she's an ocean away, but...mine".

Amara reached to reassuringly stroke Kaitlyn's arm.

"It's okay, sweetie, let it all out if you need to. We can leave if you-"

Kaitlyn gestured her that it wasn't necessary.

"No no, it's fine" she said sniffling again.

Amara quickly handed her a napkin to dry her face.

"Here, take this...Listen, I couldn't help but notice how you put it down into words: 'with me even if she's an ocean away'. Maybe this is what you really want-".

"Who cares what I want, Amara? It's over".

"Let me finish...and the possible solution to this".

Kaitlyn gave her a quizzical look.

"I articulate. I know that what I'm gonna say it's not easy: not gonna lie, it made many relationships sink, but I strongly believe that if something is worth fighting for it, you should go for it. Have you ever considered a long distance relationship?" Amara asked, biting her lip.

"I-" Kaitlyn started but stopped, unable to express her feelings.

"Wanna know what I think about your breakup, Kait?".

When her friend bashfully nodded, she spoke again.

"I feel that Hayley is hurting too, just like you. You both post fake happy social media status to keep the face but you're both regretting this already. I know Hayley a little too, she shut people out when she's hurting. She already did when you started with The Gutter Kittens and everybody was drifting apart in your suite, you remember? She isolates herself and tries to mend her wounds on her own before opening up again. Like you do, by the way. You're pretty similar here. And you're both inclined to make bad decisions out of fear. But when you let fear take the best of you, you don't really choose. She chooses, not you nor Hayley. You just run, just as she did jumping on a plane to London. But shut up that fucking fear! The truth is it doesn't have to be this way. You can at least try and fix this instead of well metaphorically bleeding you out because of some stupid pride. We may be making it big but you're too young to have regrets like this, Kait. The same goes for Hayley".

Kaitlyn blinked at her a few time before exhaling sharply and drying the last tear on her face. She cleared her voice and turn to her friend, encouragingly looking at her.

"I know what I'm gonna do, Amara".

She smiled weakly.

"You're right. I don't want to live with a regret like this. And Kaitlyn Liao may be stubborn but she doesn't go down without a fight" - she paused before adding - "I'm going to London".

"What? That's not what I meant! And...and we have a meeting with the producers right on Monday, then the sponsor-".

"Not permanently, obviously!" - Kaitlyn reassured her - "I just need to talk to Hayley. But I need to do it like face to face. I have to...at least try, Amara. I've made a mess and the least I could do is trying to fix it. Hayley...is worth fighting for".

Amara opened her mouth to say something but just smiled softly at her.

"Okay, Kait...I'll cover for you, if needed, just -I hate to say this after what you...just come back as soon as possible. But I'm with you: go get your girl".

Kaitlyn mouthed a thank you and reached to hug her. Amara squeezed her back then said:

"Now, eat your donut then we go straight to get you a ticket to London and pack your stuff. Then Darren and I are gonna drive you to the airport whenever the first flight is, okay girl?".

Kaitlyn smiled, looking a little bit relieved and taking a huge bite of her donut.

At that moment, a new tune started playing on the cafe radio and the girls giggled.

"If you were looking for a sign, Kait, this is it!" Amara commented.

The song was London Calling.

#choices december challenge #the senior #Kaitlyn Liao #kaitlyn x mc #choices fanfiction #playchoices

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Lights Out || Poe Dameron x Reader One Shot || (High School AU)

Summary: You're girlfriend of Poe Dameron. He fools you that he needs some help with learning. Soon, it turns out that he lied only to spend some time with you. How the things will end?

Warnings: none

Words: 2020

Author: Cass

A/N: This fic was written for @justsomewritingprompts ‘ s writing challenge. I had: Scenarios: 15 Study Date || Quote: 14. “Sweetheart, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you mean to me” || items: 11. Candles

"Finally." You muttered to yourself as you heard knocking on the door. Poe was supposed to be here half an hour ago to study with you but somehow he was late this time.

You quickly jogged to the door and opened them with a smile on your lips. It was no one else but Poe indeed, but you blinked surprised when you saw a puppy in his arms. "What BB is doing here...?" You asked and looked at your boyfriend.

With a huge grin on his lips, Poe leant towards you to place a little kiss to your cheek. "I didn't know when I'll be back, so I took him with me. I didn't want him to sit in my room alone, you know," he explained clearly, smile never left his face. "So, you're ready? Because I am," he laughed shortly, entering your room and putting corgi down on the floor. "Where we will start? Do you have some plans?"

You giggled when puppy ran to you, you gently pet its head and looked at Poe. "I told you yesterday that I will be ready, and you have to tell me what's your problem," you reminded him as you sat on your bed, puppy immediately joined you. "So? What subject gives great Poe Dameron such a big trouble that he needs his girlfriend to help him?” You asked, looking at him.

"Trigonometry," he said simply, spreading his arms in helplessness. "It's about trigonometry, Y/N."

Young man approched your bed and took a seat next to you. He petted his puppy, sighing. "If you won't help me, I'll fail last exam. And it'll mean I won't get scholarship for next semester," he explained simply.

You blinked even more surprised than moment ago when you saw BB. "Uhm, really? I have seen you during the classes, it didn't look like you have a problem with trigonometry but okay. I am sure you know the best what kind of help you need. I will go get my books."

After a short moment, you returned to him with two thick handbooks. "Okay, this should be an enough help for you. You should be happy that my parents and brother are away, we will have peace and quiet to learn," you summed up, sitting back on your previous place.

Poe took books from you and opened one of them lazily. He read one of the pages for a little while, then looked back at you. "Okay. But please, explain me how shall I be solving this quadratic equation, hmm?" Poe asked.

You picked up a big notebook that you were always using during the classes. "Okay, so come closer and I will try my best to explain you everything, and next time pay more attention during classes, don't goof around with your pals, okay?" You kissed his cheek with a smile. "Okay, let's start."

Then you started to explaining him every little detail in every step of solving the mathematical problem that he should make. You enjoyed this, not only a fact that you were helping him but also the fact that he was so close. His chest pressed against your back and his head on your shoulder made you feel relaxed and calm.

Poe was pretending that he was listening to your words. Truth was, however, that after a short while he started falling asleep. He felt this blackness came over him. Like a blanket, but not a blanket of warmth but a blanket of coldness making Poe shiver slightly. But somehow it's making his eyes felt heavier and heavier. He finally closed his eyes, nuzzling more to your shoulder, his arm wrapped around your waist.

You were deep in your thoughts, explaining him everything. You really wanted to help him, because he was your boyfriend. "... then you need to move this here, and sum this numbers here, and you will get what you need, do you understand?"

You waited for a little but received no answer. "Poe?" You looked on your shoulder with a corner of your eye, and couldn't believe the view. "Poe Dameron, are you serious right now?!" You raised your voice, growling slightly at the young man.

The anger was building in you, how could he be sleeping when you were trying to help him?!

Poe opened his eyes lazily, yawning. "What? Uhm, no, no, I meant yes, sum stuff," he mumbled and kissed your cheek. "To be honest, I know what are you talking about. Truth is," he yawned again and got up, rubbing his temple, "I am good at math. I don't need any help. I've came here because we spend not enough time together lately, and I miss you, Y/N," Poe explained openly.

You looked at him and couldn't believe his words. It was truth that you were focused on your own stuff, you only had some time for each other during breaks between classes but still, this really got onto your nerves.

"Poe, I understand but..." You raised your voice again but suddenly were cut off by darkness.

The whole house went dark. "Oh, for God's sake," you rolled your eyes.

"Lights out again, huh?" Poe giggled. "Do you have candles? We can lit them up."

You let out a deep sigh. "Yes, dad said he fixed this," you muttered and pulled out your phone to turn on the flashlight. "I think that mom put all candles in one of the cabinets in the hallway, we just need to look for them, because I am not sure in which one they're set."

You got up from bed and walked to the door, you opened them and entered the hall.

You started to roam through cabinets as soon as you got to them. "If you find any candles, please, don't touch the black ones. Ben has some freaking seventh sense and he even knows when someone dared to touch his precious stuff." you muttered.

"Your brother is emo, isn't he? Sometimes he reminds me about that young boy, the vocalist of that German band, Tokio Hotel. But fortunately, Ben doesn't wear make-up. Yet... Or am I wrong?" Poe peeked into one of the cabinets and clapped his hands. "Got 'em, Y/N!"

You laughed loudly and shrugged. "Maybe a little bit, it's hard to tell who he truly is. Mom says it's just a phase but it's weird. Makeup... Well. I don't know anything about this.. But once I found my eyeliner in his room. Let's hope it won't get worst."

You kissed his cheek and smiled. "Take them to the living room and I will go to find a lighter and maybe something to eat for BB and us," you said, and then walked to the kitchen.

"Lighter isn't needed, I got one in my pocket, you know that I am into cigarettes," Poe lit three candles, placing them into candlestick, he put it on the counter of your desk. "BB and I would be happy if you would share that delicious turkey your mom has made on Sunday!"

You rolled your eyes and shook your head. "Okay, I will see if we have leftovers," you answered.

After a few minutes, you came back with a two big plates and one smaller. "Here, something for us and something for your little buddy," you said after putting plates on their places.

You sat on the couch next to Poe. "I guess I need to wait until tomorrow. Dad will have to fix the light again, or mom will just call a specialist," you giggled and started to eat.

Poe did too, but he also put little plate on the floor, so BB could have eaten, too. "You ain't mad at me?" He asked.

"To be honest, I am a bit mad. I really thought you are in trouble when it comes to school, I was worried. You could have simply told me that you wanna hang out, you know I would gladly accept it," you looked at him. "It wasn't a nice thing to trick me like this. Don't do this again," you warned him and looked down at the puppy. "It's getting late," you noticed.

"It is, apparently. Was it a slight attempt to get rid of me and BB?" Poe laughed warmly. "Don't worry, we'll head back home soon. You still have to review the material for test."

"I already did that, Poe. You said we don't spend much time together, and it's weekend. You think your dad would be mad if you would stay with me? I am slightly afraid of the darkness, I don't want to be alone and we could spend some time together," you offered softly, looking at him.

"I will call him, soon. Don't worry. I guess he won't have anything against that idea."

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In the darkness your cuddles were feeling like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy.

Poe wished he could extend the night just so he could stay close to you for longer, safe in your embrace.

Your arms were wrapped right around him, bringing a peace he's never known before, a calming of the storms in young man's heart. He knew it's you that was giving him hope for the future. In your embrace, Poe started to believe that there was nothing out there to fear. "I love that little moments when we're together. No one else counts but we. Priceless," Peo hummed lazily into your ear.

You purred quietly and smiled. "I know, sweetie. I am so sorry if you ever thought that I neglect you or something like this," you said and kissed his jawline, then put the head to his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Poe was a blessing, you couldn't ask for more. He was always there when you needed him, and even when you didn't, and maybe especially then. You were so deeply in love with him.

"I love you, Y/N," Poe whispered into your ear. "Sweetheart, I cannot even begin to tell you how much you mean to me." he added.

His fingers were tangled in your hair as he kissed your temple. "You're my everything."

You hummed quietly at his words. "I love you too, Poe. You are my world," you said before kissing him softly on the lips.

Rest of the evening went rather quickly. You snuggled with Poe under a soft, warm blanket. Soon, both of you fell asleep in each others' arms.

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You woke up next morning to the view of your brother's face right above your own.

"For God's sake, Ben! Do you want me to die on heart attack?!" You growled at him.

"Mom! He is here again! Why is he in my house again?!" Ben yelled, and you in the meantime gently touched Poe's cheek in an attempt to wake him up.

"First of all, it's not only your house. Second, good morning sweetheart, and hi, Poe," Leia said with a kind smile as she stepped into living room.

Poe got up quickly, stretching his shirt. "Morning, ma'am. I am sorry, we've learnt for a long hours, I happened to fall asleep, so Y/N decided to let me stay."

"Hi mom," you muttered and nuzzled to Poe's shoulder.

"I bet you two got laid," Ben said with a smile.

You facepalmed and shook your head. "No, I was helping him with math, it took us long, plus light went off again and I didn't want to sit alone," you grunted, rolling your eyes.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you, Y/N. You see? I told you we should have called professionals," Leia said, turning to Han. He only rolled his eyes. "Now I will make breakfast for three of you." Your mother added looking back at you.

You smiled and nodded. "Sounds perfect, right sweetie?" You looked at Poe. "Oh, by the way. Good morning," then you kissed his cheek and skipped to the kitchen.

Ben frowned looking at Poe. "I hate you."

"Get used to me better," Poe chuckled slightly. "Maybe one day in the future you'll be my brother-in-law," Dameron wiggled his brow and followed you. "Y/N, wait for me!"

#justsomewritingprompts writing challenge #justsomewritingpromptswritingchallenge #Poe dameron x reader #Poe dameron x you #Poe dameron #Poe dameron fic #Poe dameron fanfic #Poe dameron oneshot #high school au #Sw oneshot #Star wars fanfic #Sw fic #Star wars fic #Star wars au

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demyrie · 6 years

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What appeals to you about EraserMight? I used to ship them, but was turned off. Too many fics gave me the feeling of watching a beautiful, talented kind friend with low self-esteem get in a relationship with an asshole that takes out his own issues by using friend as an emotional punching bag. Friend insists the asshole is a sexy, perfect guy because he's a great lay and can occasionally not treat him like crap. I can't find such a dynamic sexy, even with the narrative pushing that view.

hmm! This makes me wonder what fics you’re reading! I’m sure the first chapter of Bandages and Bravado encapsulates “yagi as a punching bag” to a t, but that’s not what attracted me to it. I couldn’t get behind that dynamic either, and as you’re describing it, Aizawa is clinically unshippable if healthy relationships are your thing haha. They’re def my main kink. (i’m guessing mic stands up to his abuse better in this scenario? unsure)

Short Answer: The lure of Erasermight to me is that of hidden natures, healing and authenticity, and mawkish, horrendously vulnerable old heroes learning really important lessons very late in life and trusting each other with their wounds, both mental and physical.

Long Answer!

The whole intrigue of the ship is that Aizawa seems like a crusty ass hat, but is secretly the softest man alive, and any harshness he turns toward Yagi (either planned, or out of split-second frustration) is in service of getting him to Stop Hiding from himself and others. He has anger in him, very true, but I think the main thing that hit me about writing him (my version anyway) is that pointless cruelty isn’t part of his nature. He doesn’t give the kids homework or extra classes just to fuck with them, after all, but because he wants them to be prepared to be heroes and survive and thrive (though he may flash that evil smile? Maybe? Because can’t he have his little indecencies when he’s dying from the stress of planning that extra training camp you damn kids?).

Everything he does and says has a point, one as sharp as Occam’s razor, and the man really is So Tired. Maybe he shouldn’t care about the fact that All Might is really a fretting, wistful shell of a man underneath all that boisterousness that he so hates, but once he sees it, he can’t forget it. He starts trying to parse where All Might and Yagi intersect and how much is an act. After that, he starts seeing things: noticeably, how miserable Yagi is for a man who is always smiling and being the person he thinks others need. And he Does Not Care for That Shit At All.

On the other side, you have Yagi, who is indeed a “kind/talented/beautiful friend” but whose struggle goes far beyond low self-esteem and reaches self-immolation. At UA, he’s learning that he exists beyond All Might, and deserves to actually, physically live beyond his hero role. He is trapped in his and others expectations of what the Symbol of Peace should be and constantly finds himself wanting, knowing his time is drawing to a close and incapable of imagining what could exist beyond it except a useless shell.

In teaching, he sees that Aizawa does not give a flying fuck what others think and is aggressively, shamelessly himself (fuck maybe he’ll bedazzle his sleeping bag this week you don’t know) and that captivates him once he begins to see what Recovery Girl sees – his heart, stern but simple. While others on staff may pull back and continue to treat him like a golden hero or like he’s untouchable, Aizawa, astutely realizing the Number One Hero has a Fucking Problem with Daily Life, slouches through the lifelong haze of alienating prestige without even blinking and yells HEY WHY AREN’T YOU EATING YOU DUMBASS GO EAT HEY and … it works?????

That’s why I love them, they’re so unexpectedly good for each other! That said, I don’t know if I’ve ever read a short/one-shot fic of Aizawa just … verbally or otherwise abusing Yagi to take out his anger? Yikes? He’s surly and slow to warm to people (and hey I am not saying that Yagi wouldn’t just sit there and take the abuse, that’s a definite problem he has and i weep for him, he’s working on it ok) but the whole charm of Aizawa is that yes, he talks crap to his friends who have known him for years in classic tsundere style … but later down the road, maybe post-Kamino, when Yagi flinches back and expects harshness from an instructor who seems to have no other attribute, Aizawa is kind to him. Weirdly, freakily, unexpectedly kind, or just understanding, when their whole premise as co-dads of Midoriya/1-A is that they couldn’t possibly understand each other or their lives because of all the things separating them. They “just don’t get along”, and yet somehow, they both value the same things (the children, the future, peace) with their whole hearts. That’s where they find each other.

Erasermight to me is about misunderstandings and the world-views we build from them – both about ourselves and other people, both as light as irresponsible gossip and as deep as trauma. It’s about identity and personal veracity borne from fire and loss and how internal truth can free you up to be so much more than you ever thought. It’s about worthiness and healing and deserving happiness, and not just because you’ve saved the world a dozen times, but because you love so hard, with your whole self, that its the only natural conclusion to things if you just let yourself be seen.

I!!! really!!! dig!!! healthy and transformative!!!!! relationships because the people!!!! you love should challenge you!!! to love yourself!!! even the parts!! you think are ugly!!!! aaaaaAHHHHHH GOD IM SO IN MY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW I GOTTA GO ROLL AROUND ON SOME CLEAN SHEETS OR SOMETHING IDK

anyway thanks for coming to my tedtalk, tired weirdly shy supportive old dads forever, peace

#erasermight #meta #shipper talk #aizawas not actually an asshole thats the whole point #i dont think erasermight shippers wank to aizawa treating toshinori like crap but maybe being the only one ballsy enough to Talk Real to him #No one else does #aizawa hates liars and toshinori is a liar #after they get over that theyre good as gravy lol #im also pretty sure all the fics ive read are like 'this sleeping bag man is so weird??? why is he sexy?? toshinori does not know and may n #they help each other #they see each other #its the good shit #Anonymous

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Review Response, May 5-11, 2019

Heart got updated in this week, and... got very, very little to show for it. Instead, got some... fossils getting some reviews. Hehe...

And since I wasn’t home yesterday, I guess I’ll include the one review that I got at 5 am today.

Cycle #001

1) Tho lemme just say one more thing. In reality, Gold is a dick. And I think it's great that Crystal is trying to help him out on that aspect. I forgot to mention that in my last review. I mean, the things he does and says, but I also think it's innocent in a way. Almost like he just doesn't know better. Now I could just be romanticizing it, but I think Gold just needs to learn about how to treat other people, and especially WHY. Once he understands why, that'll be when he starts to learn how treat his friends and such. Besides that, ye Gold is an asshole. And I still don't know why I defend him, or why I think he's still a great guy.

Hm. This order is a bit messed since you dropped the review for the second chapter first, but... ehn. Anyways.

I wouldn’t say that Gold is a total dick. He at least pretends to be, but not even that deep down, he’s generally a good guy. Just doesn’t want anyone else to think that he’s a good guy. That said, he’s still a very BAD influence to the younger kids, which is what Crystal doesn’t like. So Gold just needs to learn to be a better example for the juniors. So I guess Gold is more of a jerk than a complete dick? Hmm...

Cycle #002

1) God Nicole! I know you said you have sweet stories, but for some reason I keep picking the ones that aren't. Ah well, maybe next time. Anyway, on to my thoughts on the chapter. This was very good! I can't tell you how many times I've read a fan fiction with a horrible plot, the characters with the wrong personality, or just really bad grammar. It feel really nice not to experience any of those. So really, thank you for this. Personally, I know how difficult it is to write something good, and be able to post it online. So congrats to you! Anyway, I felt that I understood both sides (that is Crystal's and Gold's POV on things), I was cheering fro Gold, but I was also agreeing with Crystal for trying to teach Gold a lesson. Though to be honest, I'm not so sure that Crystal should have been trying to change Gold so much, I mean, it's good to help him better himself. And that's what I liked, she gave him the opportunity to improve, she didn't force it on him (only encouraging him to do it with the promise of a date). But, nonetheless, Gold is Gold. If she can't love him for him, then maybe she's right in thinking that she'll never fall in love with him, which would make the whole baiting him with a date actually really cruel in a sense. But, I feel that this is Crystal's mistake, not yours. You wrote the story in a way, where this can't be seen as a pothole of yours, it actually goes with the story very nicely. So again, you did nothing wrong, Crystal did. Tho in reality this is just my opinion, you're free to think whatever you want. Anyways, keep up the good work! I'll make sure to post another review soon! (sorry for the long ass review tho kek)

I have plenty of sweet stories! You’re... looking in the wrong place? Hehe. Yes indeed, there are a lot of horrendous stories out there. I try not to add to the pile.

The important thing to note in this story is that Crystal does NOT and is not trying to love Gold. Her line of reasoning basically goes as: “I know he likes me, but I don’t like him. But if I can use him liking me to try to steer him into being a GOOD guy and not such a jerk all the time, then this is a great opportunity.” It’s something that has a decent probability of occurring, given Gold and Crystal’s personalities and preferences.

Heart #004

1) Y and white’s interactions with each other in this chapter were so good. Keep up the good work!

Thanks! Yay for friendly banter and interactions between multiple generations of Dex Holders!

... And that’s it for Heart, huh? Hm.

SC #001

1) Wow. I really don't know what to say. But I feel like I will continue to ponder this even when I'm supposed to be sleeping. A part of me hopes that the real Blue doesn't feel like this, but of course she would. Anyone would in her position. Oh, really Nicole, my heart ached for Blue in this one. I could feel her pain even though I don't exactly know what she's going through. The first thing that hit me in this chapter was when she says. "I got too attached." or something or other. This line was before the paragraph where she explained that she should have listened to Pryce. But even then, I knew. This girl was so influenced by Pryce when she was younger, she thought she had escaped him, but his teachings till live on in her. At least the small ones. The ones that slowly creep up, and once you notice they're there, it's too late to get rid of them. Yep, that was the line where I knew that Blue was completely and utterly broken. I mean, you get that sort of idea earlier, obviously, it's not hard to tell. But before there was a glimmer of hope, a little nit of light. That line completely destroyed that little ray, and really plunged the entire thing into an "Utter Darkness". (See what I did there?) Anyways, your writing was wonderful as usual. You really know how to play with emotions, and you also have a way with people almost empathizing with the characters (I say almost because obviously we've never experienced that, or at least I haven't). I would say more, but I've already said so much in this review. Thank yoouuuuuuuu, so very mucccchhhhhhh!

Given Blue’s past, this is a very likely scenario to occur if she is denied the warmth and care that she would need deep inside. Yes, Blue’s heartbreaking situation... during the time I tried to pair her up with Green even though neither are really compatible with each other... That sure explains why all that happened in Destiny! Poor girl, huh? :(

Thanks so much for the long review!! <3

SC #006

1) I can't even. This was amazing, what Black did was sorta cruel, but that's exactly the kinds thing you do to your best friends. But seriously, I'm tearing up here (not really, but let me be dramatic). This was short, but it was short and sweet, and sometimes that's the best thing that someone can offer. As usual, your grammar is on point. I realize that while reading your stories, my view sort of narrows (something I have trouble doing even with some novels), and I'm focused only on the story. It's a great feeling actually, being totally engaged and unaware of your surroundings. Haven't felt that in a long time, so thank you again! You're the best.

Hehe. Best friends trick friends into playing a horror game! Hehe. White was the most obvious victim for such a thing, which automatically meant that Black had to be the one to do it. And it works out! Hehe...

Thank you sooo much!

SC #009

1) Oooooooooh, Nicole I really enjoyed this one! This was with no romance, just simple and pure fun! Ugh, I live for these kids of fics. You, dear, are amazing. Your writing is engaging, and I honestly felt bad when each person "died". The end was also perfect, I had completely forgotten about Crystal, and you took advantage of that. I applaud you, and thank you very much.

Yep! Purely for fun game of paintball survival! Purely friendly no-doom, no-heartache, no-romance, no-holds-barred game for pride and not losing money! Ehehe... thank you!

Indeed. Crystal went forgotten just so she could end a stalemate and so that her seniors don’t lose their pride.

DE #027

1) Guh. It was adorable, from Diamond's sincerity to Platinum's hesitance. And they kissed at the end! Who knew you were capable of sweet stories. (Maybe it's time for an oldrival sweet one eh) I'm just kidding. I won't ask that outright of you 'cause I know it's hard work, but just letting you know, that f you do decide to make one. You know the person to send it to ;). In any case, I'm going to go read some of your other stuff (with reviews at the end of course!). But before I do that, lemme just say. That everything I've said in other reviews about your writing applies to this one, I just won't repeat it because after a while things can get tiresome. It's just! When Diamond asked Platinum if he was making her uncomfortable, I was like, "*squeal* He's so kind!". I kid you not, I want to squeal even now, but if I did my mother would look at me weirdly. Anyways, until next time!

Hey, I write a lot of sweet things and certainly capable of it!! Hehe. And... heh, that pairing is not going to happen anymore, so... sorry :(.

Anyways. Diamond is such a sweet boy. And he does (should) understand emotions better, so he’d know that Platinum would feel uncomfortable before she realizes it. And since he’s so damn sweet, he’d try to make her feel comfortable to the best of his abilities! Ehehe... and fun fact! From when Diamond makes the... comment, exactly 135 shooting stars are mentioned. 135...

SA #015

1) “It’s not like I was hit by spike cannon”. Hmmmmm

Heh. The power of foreshadowing~! ... That no one caught on before it actually happened 15 chapters later. Hehehe...

#qna

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