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sweetcreatxr · 1 year
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♥︎Always been you (2)♥︎
(Part 2 : Back to you )
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A Chris evans x singer!malereader mini fic
Here part 1 !
Warnings : a lot of sadness, flashbacks, hurt feelings, Y/N having the best fans ! Sebastian shipping reader and Chris( still not warning but anyway !)
btw y/n has the same voice as Shawn Mendes because i freacking love his but feel free to pick another singer and also has the same energy and style as Harry Styles because that man is everything !
A/N : so so so sorry for the long wait, ive been overwhelmed with work for my school lately and i have sooo many importants exams so yeah, sorry again !!
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y/n's pov third person
Y/n wasn't an idiot, he was many things but naive wasn't one of them. So when David, one of his guitarist, offered him a drink for after their concert tonight, y/n knew exactly what David was referring to.
You see, David had been in love with y/n for years, long before Chris came into his life, so knowing the couple was on the brink was a golden opportunity for David.
Y/n knew it and despite that, couldn't get rid of him like that, the decision wasn't even up to him and moreover, Y/n was careful not to tell him that he was the main reason for the tensions in his couple with the Boston man.
No, he certainly didn't want to give him that joy!
Y/n therefore contented himself with ignoring him and thinking of something more positive, hoping to silence all the negative thoughts that had crossed his mind for 5 months now.
5 long months where he couldn't feel Chris' beard brushing against him while they kissed madly, where he couldn't feel his heart beating every time his lover appeared in the same room as him, of his smelling his body smell after one of their tumultuous sexual activities, leaving them in a most divine state, or simply not being able to catch a glimpse of his beautiful smile and laughter.
He still remembers a joke that had made him and the reaction of his man: "knock knock"
" Who's there ?"
"Who"
"Who who ?
" What are you, an owl ?
Chris laughed while taking hold of his left pectorals and tilting his head back but he quickly regained his senses before looking y/n as if he had done the most monstrous thing in the world.
"How dare you… use my own jokes against me, what a monster you are!
Armed with his strong Boston accent, Chris complained again and again while exaggerating his movements while y/n approached, a teasing smile on his face and wrapped his arms around Chris, this one being 10 centimeters taller than him, and took his gorgeous ass into his hands, causing a small cry in the mouth of Chris who stopped talking immediately and looked in disbelief, y/n who smiled innocently before leaving to their room while rolling his hips.
Y/n knew that his morphology drove his man totally crazy, especially when he used it to achieve his goals.
"So, are you coming sir 'I refuse to share my jokes'? I'll wait for you in the bedroom, hurry up…"
The rest of course being them making love for the rest of the afternoon, leaving them empty of energy for the rest of the evening, and the days to come.
Y/n was now shaking with tears sitting on the floor in his dressing room, he was trying his best to stop but it was so hard! He sincerely thought that he and Chris were meant to end their lives together, he had dreamed of it so much and now he could only do that, dream over and over again, wondering how their lives could have been without this fight.
He didn't have time to lament more than Sebastian rushed into his dressing room and came directly to take him in his arms without asking him any questions.
"Don't worry too much Y/n it'll be fine…I had him on the phone earlier and he's on his way, he'll come to see you and you guys will be able to explain everything together, everything will be like before you'll see!"
Y/n raised his head and was greeted by the devastated gaze of his big brother, sad to see his face flooded with endless tears.
"I send him hundreds of messages…he hasn't even opened them…"
Y/n finished his sentence with a small voice, getting ready to start crying again.
"He's driving, if you want him to come back to you, he better be alive right?"
Sebastian grabbed his brother's chin as he pulled him up and continued, "Listen, I know it might sound easy for me to say this but I think you need to pull yourself together! Your gig is in 2 hours and There are already plenty of people waiting for your arrival! They are just waiting for you and your good mood while you are there depressed…"
"You're right…it is very easy for you to tell me that, it isn't you who has your heart broken into a thousand pieces ! Plus, you're both actors! It's certainly easier since you are used to lying, hiding your feelings, but the only things I excel at are writing and singing…"
Sebastian took a few steps back, a small amused sneer on his face.
" So uhh, to begin with : that's not the job of an actor ! Given the lack of time we are facing, we will have this conversation later ! And precisely ! You are an incredible composer and singer and tonight I don't want you to act like everything is fine because that would be lying to yourself, but express yourself ! Sing until you cry!"
"So...About Chris…are you sure he'll be there..?"
"I can assure you that yes y/n. And to bounce on this story of asset, I may be an actor, I also like to sing!"
Y/n got up from the floor and began to choose the outfit he was going to wear before turning around to get his brother's approval, who gave him a thumbs up and a whistle.
"Everyone knows that you love to sing Seb but it doesn't mean that you KNOW how to sing…" replied Y/n with a small smile on his lips.
"And that doesn't mean that I'm gonna stop, you little jerk!" retorted Seb, throwing a pillow at his brother's face.
"Get out of here! I have to get ready to impress your dear friend"
"You know that even if you dress normally he would still be crazy about you?" Seb asked him while approaching the door of the dressing room
"I know"
Chris' pov third person
Chris was now sure, despite the fact that he loved this city, he didn't want to deal with this kind of situation ever again he was currently facing : traffic jams.
He was even more frustrated because he said to Sebastian that he would be there on time and he wanted on top of that not to disappoint anymore y/n, just thinking about him his heart sank as well as his hands on his steering wheel.
"FUCKING SHIT !" he said, honking his horn with all his might, causing a wave of honking all over the road.
Chris leaned back roughly and sighed, he was at his wit's end, he saw his couple tearing apart in front of his eyes and he couldn't do anything concrete but wait.
So he took his phone and started looking at pictures of y/n and him, happy, and without him noticing, tears were running down his cheeks.
He was very sober now and he had the ability to remember some things, like the time he had organized a surprise birthday party for his lover, but it had all almost gone wrong because of his touchiness. :
Chris had gotten up earlier than usual, just to carry out his plan: today was his boyfriend's birthday and he had planned a party for him in a small group but which will remain unforgettable for the young singer .
Chris therefore prepared himself at the speed of light and went down into the basement of their house, all without making the slightest noise, collected the gift(s) he had collected in advance the day before and left for his brother's house to drop everything off.
He then proceeded to continue the course of his day as if nothing exceptional was brewing in Scott's house.
Chris had all day paid attention to y/n's reactions who seemed really sad that his own boyfriend didn't wish him a "happy birthday", but Chris told himself that it was for a good cause and that of course he might getting scolded a bit but that the evening will end with y/n begging Chris to let him cum.
But what Chris didn't know was that y/n, really saddened by this day given Chris' utter ignorance, decided to spend his day at the first bar that came his way.
It was social media that alerted Chris as he tried to figure out where y/n might be. Lots of photos of him, drunk and on the edge of the abyss, were on different types of social networks and even articles with titles like: y/n l/n, all alone and drunk on his 29th birthday.
The evening ended with Chris picking up y/n from one of his bars and driving him home. All the way the singer was just asking Chris why he hadn't wished him a happy birthday.
"You…you left me rotting like a big jerk Christopher.. Why…why did you do that? Ignoring me like that…"
Chris felt the guilt growing inside him more and more, it was not his intention to upset his lover.
" I'm sorry love…I didn't want…I just wanted to give you a birthday party but don't worry I canceled, we're going to spend the evening together with a good old Disney, just the two of us, OK ?"
And that's what they did, just the two of them, they had fallen asleep on each other, y/n not letting go of Chris and Chris not wanting to anyway.
" I love you my baby "
Chris looked up from his phone, tears streaming down his face and as he continued down the road, his phone rang announcing his best friend's name.
Chris sighed and took the call.
" Halo ?"
"Where the fuck are you, the concert is going to start any moment! Don't tell me you preferred to parade Evans?! I'm warning you-
"How is he doing?"
"Chris where the fuck are you, that's my question!"
"And I just want to know how he is! Please…"
Chris heard Sebastian sigh and he spoke again.
"Bad, he's not well at all, I told him to get back on his feet at least for this evening but I realize that it's easier said than done…he wants to impress you tonight you know…"
"It's not up to him to do it but to me…it's me who must redeem myself!"
"I agree there…well I told y/n that the reason you weren't replying to his messages was because you were driving…if he finds out we're talking WHILE you're driving he's going to kill us both, and you know that he can do it…"
Chris laughed a little bit and refocused on the road which had become much clearer.
"I have my reasons, and before you ask me, it's just that I prefer to talk to him face to face"
"maybe but that's not a reason to totally ghost him, you know?"
"I know"
omniscient pov
"Y/N you come on stage in 3…!"
Y/n felt overwhelmed by his emotions, he had received confirmation from Sebastian that Chris was on his way and maybe even already in the stadium but the singer had great doubts.
" 2...!"
He wasn't sure if he really wanted to have this conversation with the actor, he felt broken both physically and mentally and didn't know how he could manage to get over it.
" 1...!"
He wanted to run away, run away as far as possible because he was afraid that his heart would break even more than it already is. But he knew it, it was essential for him as for Chris, if this one had for goal to give up their couple to go forward.
"Go Y/n to you!"
The singer put on his most fake and beautiful smile and entered the stage while hopping and waving his hands for the audience.
"How are you tonight Boston!!"
Screams that could be heard across the country took place and y/n took his guitar specially made for him and started directly strumming the strings on a tune that his fans had never heard before, and for good reason, it was a new song that he had no intention of recording in the studio but that, given the circumstances, was very appropriate to let his feelings speak.
" OK so now, i'm gonna sing a new song that i've writen times ago and i've just finished writing it soo, here it goes !"
He gave the green light to his team and began to sing
Took you like a shot
Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening
Let a couple years water down how I'm feeling about you
Y/n was standing there, standing on the stage and letting his heart speak
And every time we talk
Every single word builds up to this moment
And I gotta convince myself
I don't want it even though I do
he walked even further to the front of the stage and looked over to the VIP area where he could see his brother and a few of his friends but no sign of Chris, Sebastian confirming that by shaking his head from side to side.
You could break my heart in two
But when it heals, it beats for you
I know it's forward but it's true
Those lyrics were probably the most obvious to everyone, that song was obviously for Chris, but he wasn't even there.
I wanna hold you when I'm not supposed to
When I'm lying close to someone else
You're stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it
If I could do it all again
I know I'd go back to you
But what Y/n didn't know is that Chris was right now in the building trying to enter the room but one of the guards was stopping him because he didn't have of a ticket.
"But you know who the fuck I am?!"
"No sir, the only thing I know is that you don't have a ticket and therefore you can't pass."
The security guard remained calm while Chris got out of his hinges, he hadn't spent more than 2 hours in his car breaking his skull on his steering wheel all that to not get in!
"Do a simple Google search and you'll see! I- please just do this search I MUST get inside! My boyfriend is waiting!!"
The guard didn't have time to answer when another guard appeared and asked what was going on.
"Sir please I have to-"
But Chris was cut off by a scream and a huge smile from the security guard who hastened to add:
"Oh my God! I can't believe it! Ms. Evans! A great honor! My son and I are big fans of your character, Captain America, too! I-! Wow!"
"But what are you doing here? You can't re-enter?! Let's go, I'll escort you to the VIP section!"
Chris didn't even have time to explain the situation before he was pulled into an endless corridor with the inscription Very Important Person on it.
After a long time of walking, going up and down the stairs, they finally arrived at their destination, this moment of walking was still very pleasant for Chris who was able to chat with Dan, the security guard turned out to be one of his biggest fan.
"We've arrived Ms Evans and thanks again for the autographs and the photo!"
"No problem! Thanks again Dan!"
Chris walked back into the room and walked straight to Sebastian who waved at him.
"Finally!! Come and settle down!"
"Where is Y/n?"
Chris looked towards the stage but couldn't find him.
"He's just there, interacting with his fans, we'll never change him!" sneered Seb while shouting and encouraging y/n who was now dancing to 'You're the one that i want'
And it was in an instant, a short but powerful instant that Y/n and Chris had eye contact. Despite the distance between them, they could both feel that warm feeling filling their hearts. Despite their differences, they could finally look each other straight in the eye and understand each other.
Chris asking for forgiveness for everything he put him through and y/n for not trying to understand him enough.
Their exchange although short did not pass through anyone, everyone noticed and shouted, Sebastian first!
"Go find him!" he whispered in her ear
"But I-"
Sebastian took his arm and pushed him out.
" Go. Join. Him. He's just waiting for that, can't you see??!"
" I- Yeah what the hell !
Everyone around him shouted with joy and Chris snuck his way backstage as best he could and that's when he ran into Dan again.
"Dan ! Thank God ! I'll need one last favor…"
"With pleasure Ms. Evans!"
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OMGG Finallyyy ! Again sorry for the long waiting but i had really no time to write with everyone goingon with my life ! But here ! Part 2 ! Hope you guys will like it !!
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evilphrog · 6 months
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Watching Wheel of Time without reading the books: Season 2 Episode 3
Rand gets Pretty Womaned. Perrin has to once again make a choice between the hammer and the axe, and once again lets someone else make that choice for him. Nynaeve is missing, presumed dead, until she literally breaks the laws of physics to get back home because nobody tells her what she can and cannot do, not even reality. Egwene never stops believing in her. Mat escapes with the psychic bartender, but it was actually all orchestrated by the biggest bitch on the wheel.
Rand is the personal attendant to the False Dragon, who is now more of a lizard. He desperately begs to be taught how to control his powers before he suffers the same fate, but Lizard was never all that empathetic to begin with, and now he is actively suicidal. He agrees to teach Rand everything he knows, at the price of some fancy wine. Rand knows exactly how to earn that, and turns on the charm for his landlady. Selene really skeeves me out, for more reasons than just the predatory relationship with a barely legal guy who is clearly very mentally ill. I think it is the way she keeps trying to pretend this is more than a transactional relationship? The way she plays at romance, while still reminding Rand at every turn that she holds all the power? The way she pouts at him when he refuses to play along? I don't know, maybe she just has a sinister personality.
She gets him the wine, and an invitation to a dinner. He makes friends with some older lady who looks like Moiraine in disguise, who snarks at him about how much rich people suck. Okay, Not!Moiraine, way to hypocrite all over the place. Anyways, Rand is incredibly upset to realize the lady that has been preying on him is also preying on other desperate souls, so he runs off to Lizard. Lizard approves of the wine, and delivers the entirety of his advice: accept the madness and eventual death, because there is no way to avoid it. He then returns home where his landlady assaults him, and then they bang. Or maybe he just fell asleep and had a sex dream/hallucination. Either way, he accidentally Mannels, and burns down her inn. She rushes from the flames to find him, and I still get the feeling she's just Off.
Perrin and his friends have all been captured, except his Wolf Buddy who looks like Discount Heimdal. These are apparently the Seachan I have heard so much about. I now realize it is pronounced Shaun John, not See Chan. If there are no special effects from here on out, at least the rest of the budget was well spent on the Shaun John costumes. They are creepy as hell. Nancy Reagan is with them for reasons yet to be explained, and he keeps checking out Perrin. They take the Eyepatch guy up to force him to swear fealty to their throne, and immediately kill him when he refuses. Everyone else submits without question, though Perrin is still angry about it.
At some point he must have been knocked unconscious, because he wakes up alone, chained up in a carriage with Nancy Reagan. This dude is playing jumprope with the line between sweet grandfather and sexual predator. He wolf-baits Perrin, and comes out as the Dark One, which is still a lie. Perrin asks what he wants with him, and Nancy leans in like he is about to kiss him, and says he wants Perrin to be his. GAAAAAAYYYYYY. Heimdal and the wolves break Perrin out, and Perrin wants to rescue the others. Heimdal has another plan. Run away. Perrin follows along, but I sense some complaining in his future. He hates the choices other people make for him, but goes along with them because he still can't handle the thought of being responsible for another major mistake after his last one. Someone should tell him that choosing to follow orders is still a choice, and he is still responsible for the consequences of his choice. I fear he is going to find that out the hard way.
So onto Nynaeve, the heavy hitter of the episode. She is presented with an opportunity to walk through the swamp three arches, where she will face her greatest fears without even the force one power to protect her. If she succeeds, she will become a true Jedi master Accepted Aes Sedai. Her three greatest fears are really all the same fear. Watching people she loves suffer and die and choosing to leave them to their fate rather than fighting to save them. First up is her parents, then the Two Rivers folk, and finally, a brief flash of visions that end with her covered in blood. That last one haunts her so badly that she chooses to leave the tower, run away with Lan, and PSYCH! She was in the arches the entire time. She didn't even notice the archway return for her.
When the arch lit up and faded, the head Aes Sedai all realize she has been lost forever. The Principal of Novice School wallows in guilt, but has enough left over to remind JK Rowling that her self-righteousness won't actually wash away the blood on her hands. JK actually seems to feel shame, which I wasn't sure she was capable of before. She is suddenly more complex than the cardboard cutout lunch room bully she has been up until now. No more likeable, but painfully realistic with her ability to justify any and all actions as a defense against the deep self-loathing she can't afford to face. We all know someone like this. Someone so dedicated to their cause that they can't see the fact that they have become the exact thing they claim to fight against. In this case, She Woman Man Hater, Protector of Girls Everywhere has manipulated and murdered a young woman by treating her as a tool to power, rather than a person. But she doesn't have a penis, so she must still be Good. Right? Right? Her shields are failing. I wonder if she thought she loved Nynaeve, in whatever way her shriveled husk of a soul could comprehend love.
Egwene has recovered from her self-pity sleepover with Elayne, and is committed to appreciating Nynaeve a lot more. She goes to wake her up for school, but finds the Principal there instead. Principal stiffly and woodenly informs Egwene of Nynaeve's death and then walks out, in a way that seems cold to Egwene, but like she is inches from breaking down sobbing to the audience who saw her earlier performance. Elayne tries to comfort Egwene in her sincere, awkward way, but Egwene has just lost her final tie to home, and is not ready to pour her heart out to someone she met yesterday. Read the room, Elayne. Not that you have ever had this skill. Aren't princesses supposed to get etiquette training? She must have failed that class.
JK Rowling does find a way to blame a man after all. She WOULD have prepared Nynaeve properly, if only she hadn't been stuck tormenting Mat for no real reason except that she likes manipulating people. It is really all his fault, for being so manipulable. She releases him, after delivering a scathing rant about her own insecurities projected onto him. Someone in that room is certainly an insidious coward who mistakes their own moral failings for cunning and wallows in self pity. He and Min make a run for it, but Min goes back for a quick chat that serves no purpose except to let us the viewer know she's been working with JK all along.
Egwene goes to the arches, and pours everything she has into opening the archway for Nynaeve, but it just isn't enough. Elayne comes by for a second attempt at comfort. She is able to convince Egwene to stop trying to kill herself by overchanneling at the arches, but promises to sit with her until she's ready to leave. Maybe she CAN learn how humans work after all.
Nynaeve, meanwhile, has been living peacefully in a fantasy similar to Rand's. She and Lan are happily married, with a rambunctious daughter. They live in the Two Rivers with Mat and Perrin, and get letters from the Powerful and Amazing Egwene Sedai. After many happy years, however, her home is invaded by trollocs. She has to hide her daughter in a cellar, while she tries to fight, in a clear parallel to her own memories of losing her parents. The adults do their best, but Mat, Perrin, and Lan all die brutally within seconds of each other. Nynaeve rages so hard that she channels inside the arches. Okay, I understand. Her biggest fear is that being an Aes Sedai will keep her from protecting her loved ones because her duty will come first. She has overcome it by realizing that her power is the one thing that could have saved them all. But now for the final test. Her daughter comes upstairs for a hug, just as the archway appears. Nynaeve knows she must walk through, but she can't abandon her child to her fate. So she gathers up the girl and rushes through, only to emerge empty-handed and covered in blood to a shocked Egwene, who hugs her as she cries. Was that life ever actually real? Is there a world out there where a little girl closed her eyes and trusted her mother to carry her to safety, only to end up helpless and alone against a horde of monsters and the corpses of her family? Nynaeve will never know. Congratulations on becoming an Accepted, and on never knowing peace again.
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whimsicalpoet44 · 1 year
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Hi,how are you?Your content is great,I’m very interested in observations and placements and you describe it in great detail..🤍I’d like to ask you about a placement that I have and it’s Venus in Capricorn that squares my Libra Mars and I wanted to know if there is any hope for a romantic life or if doomed…Thank you
Thank you!! And yes! I love Capricorn Venuses! Although, I'm biased. Because I, too, am a Cap Venus. 😂
I'll explain both Venus in Cap and Libra in Mars and then explain the aspect.
Capricorn Venus
Cap Venus individuals are often teased because many believe they treat love like a business agreement. In some ways, I suppose this is true. But I think it's ultimately because Cap Venus individuals do not settle down unless they're extremely committed to someone. Once they decide they want you in their lives, they want it to be official.
Cap Venuses often are quick to define relationships. They like to know exactly what is going on and where they stand with a romantic partner.
They expect equal effort and they won't just stand by and let their partner take advantage of their kindness. They're putting forth their time (which is usually sparse anyways) and essentially investing in the relationship. So, they expect their partner to do the same.
As a romantic partner, they show up for the person they love. They are so reliable and their partner can count on them to do what they say they're going to do.
They're responsible, witty, and intelligence. And they are fiercely loyal. Probably to a fault.
Others might be intimidated by them because of their cold exterior, but it's only because they're very serious (and secretly sensitive). Inside they're warm and soft. They only show this side to certain people though.
Cap Venus individuals are really artistic, but usually in unique ways. Their approach is likely logical and pre-planned (but not always).
Cap Venuses can avoid love sometimes because they fear rejection. They might completely avoid telling someone they like them, and it can call for missed opportunities in love. This happened to me with another Cap Venus (we both had that placement). Neither one of us would admit we liked each other directly. It lead to a very sad missed opportunity that I regret every day I wake up. 😂
They have really great style and they usually have a glow up in their late 20s, early 30s. They're late bloomers. But that's okay. Because so many people will realize what they missed out on.
Libra Mars
Libra Mars individuals are driven by their desire to attain their perfect vision. They can see their dreams in their mind and they want to make them a reality.
They can also find motivation for humanitarian efforts. Helping someone seek and receive justice can be a way to get them to act quickly.
However, sometimes they can put others before themselves. Their dreams might get put on hold to help someone else reach theirs. They must understand that their dreams matter, too.
They don't have patience for close minded people that refuse to grow. They can also react if someone tries to take advantage of their kindness.
Because they are truly really kind and compassionate people.
They're great at diplomatic matters and they are fantastic to have around in crisis. They're always super level headed and overly polite.
However, they are very passive aggressive. (I personally admire this. I've seen someone with a Libra in Mars completely rip someone apart in complete kindness. It's truly a skill. And it helps them resolve a lot of conflict, particularly in work settings).
The down side to the passive aggressive nature, though, is that they don't communicate their anger to others in a direct way, leaving their needs unresolved. Resentment can build up as a result. No one can fix the issue if they don't directly tell them what's wrong.
Venus in Capricorn Squaring Mars in Libra
A person with this aspect could struggle with being un-attracted to the person they share a deep and intimate emotional connection with.
Alternatively, they might struggle with not emotionally connecting with the person they're sexually attracted to.
It creates a bit of a conundrum.
Another problem that could arise with this aspect is "right person, wrong time." Something could just be off about the timing of the relationship OR maybe they're not in a place where they can commit to a relationship at the moment. They could have some healing work to do or they may not be who you thought they were.
This placement is often referenced in divorce astrology. Having this placement doesn't mean you'll end up divorced. It just means that marriage and relationships could hold a bit of difficulty for you.
You could be initially attracted to the stability and loyalty of a person (Because of you Cap Venus). OR You could be attracted to the kind and diplomatic nature of a person (Mars in Libra).
Later on, these traits might become an issue for you. You could find that the stability your partner provides lacks excitement and spontaneity. Or you could find that diplomatic nature of your partner can cause you to become angry because they aren't assertive enough.
Look at the qualities associated with your Venus and Mars signs. Figure out how to balance them out within yourself. But you must first identify these qualities and accept them.
Find an effective communication system for you and any romantic partners. State your expectations. And face your concerns or problems head on. Your Libra Mars might want to avoid conflict, but if you don't address these issues, they can turn into a bigger problem over time.
So, no you aren't doomed. You just have a little bit of work to do in this department of your life.
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The Rest of Our Lives (ao3) - Sineala E, 11k
Summary: It’s the next year of the weapons expo, and Steve and Tony are back in Madripoor. Where there is one hotel with vacancies. Which has only one available room. Which has only one bed. Also Batroc is after them again. But that’s not really the important part here.
Tony Stark and the Super Sleeper, or actually, Soldier (ao3) - RurouniHime T, 24k
Summary: The one where Steve keeps falling asleep on Tony.
Trouble Finds Me Easily (ao3) - navaan 
Summary: Sheriff Rogers finds Tony Stark sleeping outside the sheriff’s office and drags him home. Because he’s trying to keep the streets clean and people safe, not because he’s worried about Stark at all or anything.
Wanderer (ao3) - 51stCenturyFox M, 1k
Summary: Tony jerks away like he’s awakened to find himself taunting an alligator with a raw chicken, and almost falls on the floor.“
You sleepwalked,” Steve says, stating the obvious,“into my bed.”
What You're Feeling Right Now Is Called Regret (ao3) - starksgoatee N/R, 1k
Summary: Steve and Tony are at Clint's farm and they have to share a bed.
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emmadoodlewrites · 1 year
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The Path to Prove Oneself
heyyyyyyy im still sort of trying to become more active. after this i’ll still sort of be on haitus. but! in the meantime i wanted to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY @fluffallamaful !!!!! I made this for the very special occasion and i REALLY hope you like it! We talked a bit about it and she wanted a little ficlet that takes place in my demon au :D. It may be a little confusing but all you really need to know is that Tommy is a tickle demon too hahaha! This is the story of how Tommy proves to Dream that he’s all grown up, and he’s a good tickler too! HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT BIRHTDAY LLAMA!!!
“I found one! I found one I really did, Dream! I told you I’m a big man now!” This was how Tommy decided to open the conversation after showing up once again at the front door of Dream and George’s cottage. It was early in the morning, George was still on the sofa trying to wake up. Dream knew what this was about, and he rolled his eyes as he smiled fondly down at the younger demon.
“Alright, so what, you caught a meal for yourself. That doesn’t make you a ‘big man’,” Dream playfully made air quotations with his hands, “even premature demons can hunt, Tommy.” Said boy had been trying to ‘prove himself’ to Dream ever since their reunion a few months prior. Since Dream had spent a lot of their previous time together calling Tommy a child, Tommy wanted to show him just how much he’d actually grown.
“Oh come onnnnnn! Dream!” Tommy complained, walking inside as Dream had made room for him to enter. George was currently watching from their sofa, amused at the banter. “I’m literally such a good tickler now! Why won’t you believe me! I thought once you knew I had caught someone that’d be enough,” Tommy pouted.
“Well I mean I didn’t see you catch someone. You could be lying,”
“Look at me! I’m so full of energy! Freshly fed!
“You’re always full of energy Tommy,”
“Ughhhhhh!”
Dream only laughed; he really enjoyed messing with the kid. Of course he believed Tommy could hunt on his own. That didn’t stop him from wanting to mess with him a little.
“Lemme prove it then! Let me tickle George!”
“whAT?! NO!” George finally piped in.
“Pleeeeease please please please! Let me tickle you then, Dream,” Tommy clasped his hands together under his chin and stuck his lip out.
Flabbergasted, Dream immediately refused, “Wh- whahat? No way, are you kidding?”
George on the other hand was flabbergasted in a different way, “Dream you’re able to be tickled?!” Dream winced at that. He may have purposely forgotten to mention that detail. He had told George before that nothing was able to tickle him, but that was before he knew they would end up encountering other tickle demons. Ones who were actually capable of tickling each other.
"You didn't know?!" Tommy said excitedly. Using the fact that Dream was caught off guard to his advantage, he jumped to tackle him down to the ground, "Aw George you should've been there when we were kids! He'd never let me tickle him for more than a minute. This time though, I'm gonna show him just how much stronger I've gotten!" Tommy explained this to George over top of Dream's loud complaints. The younger demon had managed to get Dream onto his back, sitting and putting all his weight on his hips.
Despite everything, Dream was in fact physically stronger than Tommy, and both of them knew this. He bucked a bit to try and throw the younger one off of his waist, which almost worked. He grabbed onto his shoulders to try and throw him off, but was stopped when he felt someone else grab his wrists and now held them down on the floor.
"Geohorge?! What are you doing??" Dream looked up at his friend with pleading eyes.
"I'm not passing up on the opportunity to see the 'untickleable' being tickled. Tommy, go ahead, show Dream what you've learned!"
Dream whined and pulled at his hands now being held above his head. It'd been maybe a hundred years since he'd last been tickled. Maybe more. He couldn't even remember exactly what it was like. He watched Tommy's hands like a hawk as they hovered over his stomach.
"Alright Dream, I'm gonna make you admit to me I've grown!"
Dream felt claws suddenly and expertly begin wiggling into his sides. He exploded into giggles, squirming upwards and side to side in hopes to find an escape. George was absolutely enamored. He had never seen Dream like this, the big teasy demon now a flustered puddle on the floor. George's heart began to beat a little faster.
"Tohohohommy this ihihihis stuhuhuhupid!" Dream's face was completely contorted into a big smile. His eyes were squeezed shut and he writhed on the ground in response to such a foreign feeling.
"Oh Dreeeeam! Remember how you'd always make fun of me because my teeth would never grow in?" Tommy stopped his fingers. This was boring,  Dream obviously knew he could use his claws. He wanted to really prove himself.
Dream groaned and immediately picked up his struggling. He knew exactly what Tommy was planning.
"Look at these bad boys, Dream!" Tommy opened his mouth to show off the big sharp fangs the younger demon now possessed. Dream was actually quite impressed. They were a good size, and it seemed Tommy did a great job taking care of them. Now the only trouble was that these were about to be used on him.
Dream shook his head but only giggled. He hadn't had anyone use their fangs on him since he was very young. But he could still remember just how sensitive he was to it.
Tommy pushed up Dream's shirt and lowered his head. Dream closed his eyes and looked away, sucking in his tummy in anticipation. Tommy bit down, gently, and began to nibble up and down his stomach, gliding to poke his fangs into his sides and ribs sometimes as well.
The reaction was instant, Dream letting out a squeal and pulling at his arms, "Whahahahaha! Nohohohohahahaha!!"
George, who was awestruck at how cute this was, smiled and glided his thumbs over Dream's wrist, "I can't believe you've kept this from me for so long Dream," George said as he laughed and then looked up to see what Tommy was up to. The other demon had moved to begin trailing the nibbles up his side.
As much fun as he was having, Dreamstill wasn’t very used to it, "I cahAHAHAHAN'T!" He arched his back before slamming it back down. It was unfair how good Tommy had gotten at this already, seemingly finding all the weak spots Dream didn't even know he had. Tommy added his hands again, allowing his sharp nails to trace and scratch at the bare skin above his hips. Dream was finally at his limit.
"OHOHOKAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY! YOHOHOU WIHIHIHIN! YOHOHOU'RE STROHOHONG!" Dream admitted, kicking his legs. George began cooing at him as Tommy lifted his head, his hands still tickling around his hips.
"What am I, Dream?," Tommy smirked.
"Hehehehe… yohohou're aha bihihig mahahan!"
Tommy finally stopped, letting Dream breathe, I WIN! YES I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO HEAR THAT!" The youngest beamed and flapped his hands.
"You alright, Dream?" George asked softly, running his fingers through his hair. The demon still had his eyes closed, and his cheeks were bright red.
He opened his eyes, "Ihi'm fine. Hahehhe don't look at me like that," now that his arms were free he pushed George's head away playfully. His sides and tummy were still tingling. Is this what George had to deal with all the time? He only slightly felt bad.
Dream finally sat up and watched the young demon celebrating, "Alright fine fine. Congratulations Tommy," Dream held his hand out for him to shake.
Tommy's eyes lit up. He truly did look up to Dream a lot! He happily took his hand.
"Alright my turn,"
"Wha- AAHG!"
Dream quickly and skillfully pulled Tommy down by the hand he had grabbed, and pinned him in a similar fashion to how he had done to Dream before.
"Hahaha! I'm about to be tickled by the Dream! It's been a while hasn't it," Tommy gave him a toothy grin.
"Oh shut up."
Tommy's bright laughter filled the air as George watched from the sidelines again. The human rolled his eyes and looked outside. The sun hadn't even made it all the way into the sky yet. It'd be a long day.
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Track 15
Floyd and Jade. Reader has a crush on Azul.
Warning for eels doing eel things. Invading personal space and squishing you?
Part 1
Prequel
Part 2
Maybe part 3?
Azul wanted to know more about you. You were so soft- such a perfect target for his work in progress scheme-! The way you treated him… it would be all too easy... But he refused to tell the eels how exactly he planned to manipulate you. Floyd suspected that Azul didn’t ACTUALLY have any plans to harm you, but Jade thought his brother’s complaints were just excuses to try and get out of their new mission. They were set out to dig up dirt on you… but it was difficult to find you separated from your loving (and equally “foolish” friends). But- at last- the perfect chance arose. You were slumped over a rock, saying something about some guy you wished to see more. An underrated shy classmate of yours. They tried to see what you were doodling in the sand, but you jolted as they came closer, ruining your masterpiece. The eels shared a glance with each other and invited themselves closer. Floyd held a hand over his mouth, sighing, “Poor child,” at his normal volume. Jade joined in and added his own layer of false pity. “Poor, sweet child.” “They have a very serious problem, haven’t they?” Their words and bodies wove together loosely. Both of them seemed to think quite lowly of you. It made you shy away slightly. “If only there was something we could do…” You recognized them but the embarrassment of saying their name and guessing wrong was too strong- They swam in lazy circles around you, effectively keeping you in place. You could feel their heavy analytical stares locked on your body. But you weren’t all too scared. Keeping an eye on Azul meant you also took notice of these two who seemed to follow him. Floyd and Jade agreed that your life was miserable but… were boy problems really all THAT bad? Floyd sunk beside you, matching your height. “Who will ease their woes and worries?” Jade also fell to your level, leaning across you to respond to Floyd. “Who will help them get their man?” Then they suddenly popped up slightly in surprise. Slowly, they turned to each other nodding smugly. “Perhaps the sea witch can~” The mention of that such alias startled you. “Wait but- that’s who-“ You were quickly interrupted before you could explain yourself. “He knows your dreams.” Your face began to burn- “I don’t think you understand…” “He’ll grant your prayer…” You were quickly becoming more flustered and confused. “But don’t you realize that-“ “He’ll cast a charm!!” “A tiny spell~!” “Why the alarm?” “No one will tell- No one will care!” “It’s your affair…” An opportunity had presented itself to you… “We’ll bring you to his lair right now. Bet in half a sec, your prince and you are reconciled.” They curled their long tails around you, leaning in close. Floyd booped your nose with a cold finger. “-togetheeer~” “foreeever~” Jade added while snuggling up to you. Their tightening grip went unnoticed. “Take me to him.”
Maybe they knew that Azul was the one you liked?
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Okay, this ship ask game is like, a dream come true. Because now I get to go into la-la-land and you know exactly why. Arlong. The fish-man everyone else loves to hate and I just love to love. 100% going self-ship on this one.
I am going with something a little on the nose (pun not intended) for him, Prompt 25—Write about your ship bathing or swimming together. This....is probably going to go very long because I am running with this for all it is worth.
Now, my man is a fish-man so he has the lovely advantage of pretty much everything when it comes to water. He has built in flippers in not just his feet but his hands as well and the bastard gets to breathe underwater to boot. To top it all off, he's a saw shark with an attitude, so while he must be wary of sea kings he doesn't really need to worry about anything else.
Me on the other hand? I don't know how to swim. Yup, the infamous fish-man snagged himself (or rather he himself was snagged) a woman who cannot swim. This isn't to say I have a devil fruit either. Look, I haven't been to church in a loooooooong time but even I remember, if the devil offers you a fruit you say no and run in the opposite direction of him.
No, I just never bothered learning how to swim. It wasn't that I didn't have ample opportunities, Mom tried desperately to get me to learn. I simply refused. Why? Well, Arlong asked the very same thing one day while we were exploring an island. The question came about as we found a decent-sized, hidden lake in the middle of some woods with what seemed to be a stone-faced "cliff" on one side of it. There was a mini-waterfall from the cliff (it wasn't a cliff, there was a rock formation that had a high point where one could dive off of, but we're in the middle of some woods here).
Arlong was eyeing the lake and I could tell an idea of mischief was forming in his mind. We'd never been swimming together. Not once. Long ago he had asked why I seemed to avoid water as if it itself were a plague. I eventually, sheepishly told him I didn't know how to swim. That was a half-truth. He thought all this time I was afraid of going near water because I didn't know how to swim.
So, now I was trapped and had to explain he had it backwards. I don't know how to swim because I'm afraid of the water. The way he looked at me. I swear that information took him 10 minutes to process. I'm a moron, I should have taken that lengthy interval to put as much distance between me and that lake as humanly possible. But I just stood there waiting for Arlong to react. I was mostly waiting for him to laugh at me, because who ever heard of something so ridiculous?
Finally his brain unfritzes, "so, are you afraid of what's in the water? Like regular sharks or something?" Well, at least he wasn't laughing, yet.
"Nope. I love sharks, you of all people should know that—" he grimaces here, fully remembering how we first met, I may or may not have traumatized him inadvertently. "I am genuinely afraid of the water itself. I know for a fact, it wants to kill me."
He raises an eyebrow, "a fact huh? You're afraid of the actual, water." The last word is pointed, he's either trying really hard not to laugh at me or his opinion of me just plummeted. Whichever it is, I'm getting embarrassed and try to stomp off away from him to go cry somewhere.
Alas, Arlong is exactly two-and-a-half-feet taller than me. He overtakes me in one stride, the bastard. "Hey now, I wasn't mocking you. I'm just trying to get a handle on this is all. I certainly wasn't expecting water to be the culprit here." He deftly wipes away a tear with his thumb before it has a chance to fall down my cheek.
I do what I do best and bottle up the emotions, swallowing the rest of the tears down. In my head, he's mocking me but in actuality he isn't. He's being very calm.
Arlong lets out a sigh. "Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to go for a swim, but I guess that's been rendered moot."
"Arlong, we don't have a spare set of clothes on hand."
"We wouldn't be swimming in our clothes, this isn't a party with booze and crew."
"Arlong, are you suggesting skinny dipping on a gods forsaken island?"
He looks away with a crafty glint in his eye and shrugs, "we're the only ones here and it's not like we haven't seen each other in the nude before." He looks back at me and stares intently into my eyes, I just now those icy blues of his mean no good right now. "We still could y'know." He gives one of his toothy smirks.
A normal person, a normal human no less, would have a chill of fear go down their spine because of those smirks. Not me, I just about melt. Just as I'm getting ready to remind him that I. Cannot. Swim. He beats me to the punch.
"Look, I'm a fish-man for crying out loud. I can breathe under the water and swim better than anything on this island. I'm not saying I'll teach you how to swim, I'm pretty sure that ship sailed and sank long ago (I flip him off at this). What I'm proposing is, you allow me to hold onto you in the water. I swear to you, I will not let go and I will not let your head go below the water."
Now, it's my turn to get crafty. I use what little feminine wiles I have and coyly stare back, "can I hold onto your dorsal fin?"
Arlong rolls his eyes, "what is it with you and my dorsal fin, woman?"
"I like it! It's sexy."
"All sharks have a dorsal fin. Are all sharks sexy then?"
"No."
"Then what the hell is it about mine?!"
"You really want to have this conversation now?"
"What conversation? How is this a conversation? I'm so confused, are we swimming or not?"
"Can I hold onto your dorsal fin?"
"No."
"Aw c'mon Arlong! Just this once!"
Facepalming as he realizes he brought this upon him self for allowing himself to fall for a lowly human, he heaves an exasperated sigh. "Fine. Clothes off, hold onto the dorsal fin, and I'll swim you around the lake. Then we do it my way, fair?"
Grinning like I just won the lottery I practically shout "deal!"
And true to his word, Arlong swims me around the lake with me holding onto his dorsal fin on his back. After a few laps, he pulls me into his arms and holds me tightly against his chest as he lazily swims in the lake, his back facing the lake floor so that I can practically lay down on his chest as if he were a floating pool lounge chair. It's mildly awkward because I don't want to wrap my arms around his neck or shoulders because that's where the gills are and I don't want to interfere with those.
Arlong chuckles, which feels like a low earthly tremor radiating from his body into mine, "so that's why you wanted to hold onto my dorsal fin. To avoid the gills?"
"Guilty as charged."
"Go ahead then, I don't mind. And for the record, you can't impinge breathing and you won't hurt the gills either. They're not that fragile. I'm a shark not a goldfish."
Now it's my turn to laugh, "you know technically speaking, fish who can breathe in the air can only do so temporarily. They have a special organ for it and everything. The critters than have both gills for breathing underwater and lungs for breathing on land are usually newts and some other versions of salamanders. So, technically you're an amphibian and not a fish."
"I hate you."
"I love you too Arlong."
Okay this was a treat. I don't even really know what to say to it. I love how well you balance the vibe of Arlong with the function of a full on relationship.
I LOVE the splitting hairs about classifications too, that just tickles me pink xD
Bathing/swimming with your ship hmm... Marco x reader style: Bathing isn't really the right word for it. He doesn't mind relaxing in the tub with you on occasion, but he really loves showering together. He loves getting to basically preen over you and clean you himself, teasing and touching and snuggling at the same time.
Spare moments are short, and he'd rather tangle up in one another arms and cuddle in bed, instead of cuddle in the tub. Preferring to run his fingers through your drying hair, and not your wet hair.
Not that he rushes shower time, he certainly takes his time, and he doesn't deny you the pleasure of returning the favor of cleaning him if you want. But he doesn't exactly make it easy for you, touching and teasing in return as you work.
Cuddling, admittedly, is not usually the first order of business once you're both out of the shower, and sometimes what you end up doing sends you right back in for another - albeit shorter and more focused shower.
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CW: This is straight smut. Not a hint of plot. If that isn’t your cup of tea you won’t lose anything skipping the chapter.
Word Count: 1697
Chapter VII: Let Me Hold You Close
She honestly didn’t know what she expected to happen, but Rhys pulling away from her the second she kissed him wasn’t an outcome she considered possible in the fog of emotions blending inside her. “Feyre… you’re upset right now. I don’t—”
“You’ve done enough to coddle me already, Rhys. I’m sorry if I misread you. You don’t have to pretend otherwise.” He grabbed her around the waist before she could retreat, tugging her against him once again. “What?” she asked, refusing to meet his eyes.
Clearly unhappy with that avoidance, he raised her chin and held her there. “You didn’t misread anything on my part, but I honestly don’t trust your judgment after you’ve been drinking and stressed about the storm.”
She almost scoffed. She was nowhere near drunk. Maybe she was more of a lightweight than she wanted to admit, but really, it was only one flight. A glass and a half of wine. She was fine. “Rhys. I’m not asking for your judgment.”
“Then what exactly are you asking for, Feyre?”
What did she want? For all her impulses today, she had done very little thinking in return. One thing she did know was that she had an opportunity here. One she could use to keep from digging too deep. This time would be different. She bit her lip, fingering his collar. “I want… fun.” 
Before he could respond to that, she kissed him again, throwing one leg over his other hip to straddle him fully. He gave up on protesting, resting one hand on her hip and the other on the back of her neck as he reclined into the couch again. And every touch to follow was infuriatingly gentle. She pulled back with a groan of frustration and he chuckled. “Alright, you’ve made your point, darling. Let me at least take you to bed before ravishing you.”
About time. With no hesitation, he lifted her in his arms, carrying her to his bed. Her back hit the soft mattress and she shivered as his hands slipped under the hem of her shirt to brace around her middle. “Okay?” She nodded, already missing his mouth on her. Maybe she would need more than a night of fun to get this out of her system. “And you’re sure—”
She slumped into the mattress with a dramatic groan. “Will you stop worrying about my consent and take your shirt off, already?”
He chuckled again, kissing her nose before obeying, tossing the garment off to the side and descending again, mercifully reaching for her top as well. Unfortunately he was deciding to take his time about it. Perhaps sensing her rising protests, he put his mouth back to use, his lips chasing the rising fabric until his nose bumped the fabric of her sports bra. She sat up to discard both pieces of clothing. She could admit her nerves were rising a bit. But then he was propped over her, looking at her with such reverence.
 Those nerves faded to nothing as the remainder of their clothes were discarded and she kissed him again, feeling all the more powerful for it. “There are some very thin walls in this house,” he murmured, tongue flicking over her nipple as his thumb toyed with the other. 
“We’re alone, last I checked,” she quipped back. 
“I’m aware.” He moved his mouth to her other breast. “So tell me, what was I doing in that dream of yours, Feyre?” She stilled and he raised his head back to hers. “What was it that had you moaning my name this morning?” Her lips parted slightly and her face grew warmer. God, had that only been that morning? And she was already in his bed, naked and turned on. Shit. “Don’t get shy on me, now.”
“Rhys—”
“All I ask of you is that you tell me how to treat you tonight, Feyre. That can’t be so hard, can it?” 
He pulled away, exposing her fully. “Rhys, please.”
He sighed. “How about this? I’ll ask a question, and you just answer yes or no?” He traced a pattern down her clavicle. “Was I using my fingers?” She shook her head, not quite sure if she loved or hated this game of his. He gave her nipple a sharp flick before continuing his slow descent. “Verbal answers.”
“No,” she confessed, sounding a little too breathless.
He hummed, the tip of his nose skating across her ribs before a soft kiss followed. “My lips, perhaps?”
“Yes,” The admission came quickly enough to summon that smug smirk again. She knew what he wanted. She thought back to that dream. “You started here,” Feyre murmured, her breath catching when he leaned in again, his lips following the trail her fingers left for him. Down her neck, her breasts, her trembling stomach. Her fingers tightened in his hair as he passed her navel, closer and closer to where she imagined him. He gave a soft hum. “I see.”
Lightning flashed in her periphery, an accent to the pleasure coursing through her as his tongue met her core. She stifled a whimper. “How long have you been this wet for me, Feyre?” She blushed, but didn’t quite have a quip ready for that. Apparently he didn’t expect an answer, because he only settled in closer, resting her legs over his shoulders so he could keep her pinned there at the mercy of his wicked mouth. 
God, she was already soaked. It wouldn’t take more than a few clever strokes to have her undone and they both knew it. “I’ve imagined this, you know. Having you laid out like my own personal feast.”
“Rhys.” She squirmed as best she could, sick of being teased by his breath against her.  “Rhys, please.”
“You needn't beg, darling.” She didn’t have time to respond to his taunting tone before she felt the next stroke of his tongue, quick and sharp, just brushing her clit. She bit her lip, fingers slipping from his hair to grip the sheets beneath her. “I want to hear you, Feyre.” She whimpered, realizing he would continue to edge her until she complied. “My darling Feyre.” 
Like a trigger, those words she’d so recently imagined were her undoing. Every wound muscle loosened and she finally surrendered, whatever hesitations lingered finally melting away with every curl of his fingers and stroke of his tongue. Feeling that pressure building, she started to wriggle away. “Feyre.” Warning enough to stop her squirming. “Take it, love.” She cried out, shattering at that gentle command. “Good,” he murmured as she came back down. “Good girl.”
He shifted back to eye level. Forehead to forehead he sank into her, kissing wherever he could reach as she took him inch by inch. He seemed to read her desires easily enough, bringing his lips back to hers. A sweep of her tongue and she could taste herself on him. She groaned against him as he shifted back, rolling his hips to claim her. An exploration to begin something she knew wouldn’t be sated for months, let alone one night.
She knew she was bringing more into this bed than her body. She knew this was a dangerous game to start. She knew this was more than fun, but as she waited for the dread to close in, she felt nothing but the pleasure she gave. Maybe that was a sign for the better. She could move on with confidence.
A particularly sharp thrust drew out another sound she should have been embarrassed by. Rhys angled his head, lips hovering by her ear. “That beautiful mind of yours is going a mile a minute.” Another firm thrust. “You should know that that does something to a man’s ego. I’m rather determined to change that now.”
He pulled out entirely. “Rhys.”
“Turn over,” he ordered, guiding her to her hands and knees. Without another word he plunged into her from behind, hissing as she clenched around him. “I want my name to be the only word coming out of your pretty mouth, Feyre.”
Holy fuck.
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Rhys had to admit, he was quite pleased by Feyre’s shock at his change in attitude. He was even more delighted to find she was quick to follow his command. Whatever worries had been holding her back were gone with his first thrust into her, his hands tightening at her slender waist as she clenched around him, adjusting to the new angle. 
“My Feyre,” he crooned. 
A contrast to the way he was about to claim her. Though she had responded to every tender touch, he knew well enough what she was aching for tonight. He drove into her, building up to the force she’d been silently begging for. Her flushed face was buried in the pillows beneath her as her trembling arms gave out. He reached down to tease her clit and she jolted, granting him another long moan. One last faint whimper warned him that she was close to coming undone again, responsive to his touch.
She rocked back, crying as she came around him, triggering his own release. Bracing himself over her, he kissed her nape before pulling out and watching her turn onto her back, looking every bit a woman well-fucked. “Hi,” she murmured.
“Hi.”
Her eyes slid to the window and the flashing sky beyond it. “You make a very good distraction.” He couldn’t help but laugh at that. She reached up to tug at his neck. “Why aren’t you holding me?”
He hesitated. With how they had been dancing around each other he had half-expected her to bolt from his bed before he had the chance to take her in his arms. Rolling onto his back, he turned her with him, tucking her into his side and under the thin blanket. “You’re warm,” she mumbled, eyelashes fluttering against his chest. Even if he had a response to give her, it wouldn’t have mattered. Having wrapped herself around him, head pillowed on his chest, her breathing was already starting to level out. He didn’t know how much longer he’d get this—how long she’d want this “fun” to last—but he’d take it for as long as he could get it.
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AN: Smut always feels cringy when you actually post it. Why is that? Anywhoseville, no cliffhanger, you're welcome.
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[Soulmage] A mimic, seeking to improve its hunting ability, starts hiding among humans studying them to the point where it can pull off a perfect human disguise. However, it soon finds that life as a human is much better than life as a mimic pretending to be furniture.
I expected Odin to show up the next time I fell asleep. Perhaps to taunt me, perhaps to manipulate me further, perhaps to go for the kill and offer a deal I would be forced to refuse.
What I didn't expect was a dreamless, uneasy slumber.
When I woke up, I half-expected to still be in a dream, with Odin waiting to finally spring the trap they'd spent weeks building. But... Experimentally, I waved my hand in front of my face. Unless Odin had somehow fundamentally changed the rules of soulspace, I wasn't in a dream. This was reality.
Odin had thoroughly outmaneuvered me, held me over a barrel in order to extort me, and then... left me entirely alone.
Somehow, the thought terrified me more than if they'd showed up in full demonic form, tempting me with every trick they knew.
My stomach growled, and I grimaced. Odin could wait; if they weren't immediately going to twist my brain into knots, I could at least spend some time trying to find something to eat in this hellhole. But I'd already spent a day wandering the upper reaches of the Plane of Elemental Falsehood, and I'd found nothing but wooden steaks and salads made of solid glue.
So that left me with only one choice.
I had to go deeper.
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As dungeon names went, "Do Not Enter" was one of the scariest. Oh, sure, it wasn't "Quarznidoth's Tomb" or "Home of a Thousand Pointy, Tentacled Horrors," but there was something primally worrying about the only lettering on the dungeon entrance being "Do Not Enter," scrawled in a fluid that could have been oil or blood or something in between.
But I needed food in my belly, and it wasn't like there were many job opportunities in my nearby area, so into Do Not Enter I went. At least my contrarian side got some kicks out of defying the message.
The halls within were slick with oil, iridescent rainbow sheens glancing off their surface wherever one of the dungeon's strange, sourceless sunbeams struck. I could hear the click-click-clack-ing of one of those clockwork monstrosities that pretended to be human in the distance, and pointedly stayed away.
The only weapon I had was a wooden chair leg, and my only relevant offensive spell was soulsight. In theory, my soulsight would let me sense when anything with a soul got within a couple dozen meters of me... but that didn't exactly help when mimics didn't have souls.
I didn't fancy my odds against one of those demonic mimics in my current state. I was alone on my little adventure, and I needed to prioritize.
Find food, eat the food, live another day. That was my mission. Everything else was irrelevant.
I found it darkly amusing that the inhabitants of the dungeon quite possibly had the same goal as me.
"Hello?" A high-pitched, feminine voice called. Oh, rifts, it was another one of those mimics that could copy voices. The one that had done my mother's voice was creepy enough, but at least I could tell it wasn't human—this one, however, sounded perfectly real. "Is anybody there?"
Nnnnnope. Nope, nope, nope. I wasn't touching that with a ten-foot pole. The last creepy clockwork nasty had nearly gotten me, and that was when I had a convenient ledge to shove it off of; in these cramped hallways, armed with nothing but a stick, a straight-up fight with a mimic was just asking to be turned into dog chow. I hated myself, but I didn't hate myself that much.
But on the other hand...
It could have been a real person. It could have been someone else, lost and hungry and afraid, just like me.
And the part of me that wanted to lie in bed all day and never wake up would get just a little bit stronger if I abandoned someone down here without even trying to look.
"What do we think, gang? All in favor of risking our lives to get eaten by a mimic, say 'aye'," I muttered.
Of course, nobody answered. There was no-one here but me.
"And all in favor of doing nothing, and tiptoeing away to leave someone to die?"
I was alone. Which meant that there was nobody to stop me from doing something monumentally stupid.
Being a solo adventurer was tough.
Cursing the shard of myself that still tried to be a halfway-decent person, I slunk down the oily, dim halls to where I last heard the voice.
"Hellloooooooo?" The voice called out. "Is anyone there?"
I turned the corner and froze.
She looked like a real person, not a mimic. Her pale skin was the pale of flesh, not of cracked ceramic and ebony. Her eyes creased up at the corners instead of swiveling freely in their sockets, and their blue was the blue of a healthy iris, not of too-perfect paint. Her body didn't even tick and ping with metallic sounds like every other mimic I'd met did.
But my soulsight informed me that there was nothing in her heart.
I backed away, but she must have heard the splash of oil, because she turned around. And when she turned, it was relieved and human, not rigid and mechanical. "Oh, thank the rifts! Someone else came through! I thought... I thought that I was alone down here..."
I warily took a step back. "Don't come any closer," I warned, holding my chair leg between us as if it would do anything against a being made of metal.
Her expression flickered—and not in the uncanny shutdown of a mimic entering hunting mode, but... in genuine pain and shock. She complied, though, holding her hands up and taking a step back. "I... I'm sorry. It's just... been so long since I've seen another person."
"Are you?" I asked.
She blinked. "What?"
"A person," I continued.
Emotions flickered across her face—offense, fear, horror, resolution—and slowly, she closed her eyes.
"What... what gave it away?"
I... paused. That... wasn't the response I'd expected from a vicious killing machine. "You... I have soulsight. You don't have a soul." At her hurt expression, some part of me was compelled to say, "...Sorry."
She bitterly laughed. "No. No, don't apologize. I... I should have expected this. Why should I count as a person, anyways? I thought... I thought if I faked it for long enough, I could be... real. Laugh along when adventurers made jokes, instead of dumbly, numbly staring. Cry in pain when I break my leg, instead of idly thinking how inconvenient it was."
"Get out of bed with a smile on your face, instead of lying on the floor, wishing that you'd never wake up," I found myself blurting out.
The mimic turned to me, surprised, and I swallowed heavily.
"I... I know what it's like." I bit my lip, then... well, to hell with it. I was already in the room with the mimic. If she wanted to kill me, she'd have done so already. "Putting on a mask. Waking up every day and pretending to be human. Because you like what they have. Because you want to live in the light with them."
The mimic stared at me, shocked. "Are you another..."
I shook my head. "I'm a human, born and raised. I just... sometimes feel like I don't have a soul, either."
The mimic playing human and the human playing mimic traded long, bone-deep looks for a cautious... considering... vulnerable heartbeat.
Then she reached out to shake my hand.
"Meloai," she said.
"Cienne," I replied, shaking her hand.
"Come on," she said. "It's not safe out here. The other mimics aren't as... much of a person as I am." She shuddered. "I've got a saferoom with human-food and real beds. You'll like it there, I promise."
A faint smile crept across my face. "I believe you, Meloai."
At the use of the name—her name—she smiled back.
Being a solo adventurer was tough.
It was a good thing I'd found a friend.
A.N.
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Convince him (smut)- Choi San (최 산) x Kang Yeosang (강 여상) x female reader PART 1.
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Author's note: This is supposed to be for San only but when I suddenly had a wet dream of Yeosang, I included him in this fanfic haha! But I also hope you will like my beloved readers! THIS PART HAS NO SMUT SCENES.
PART 2
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Y/N is working in a men’s health magazine named ATZ Magazine and she has colleagues named Wooyoung and Jeimin, they are the ones who are busily finding the cover models for the magazines every month. Then their manager named Jeong Yunho called them for a meeting in the conference room.
“So, I talked to our CEO, Mr. Park Seonghwa about the cover model that we will find for next month’s issue and he said that since we already made many celebrities to be the cover model, this time, we should find a personal trainer to be the cover model,” Yunho said.
“Oh! That will be very interesting if we will make a personal trainer be the cover model since they already have great and healthy bodies to flaunt for the magazine,” Y/N said.
“Exactly! But it’s better if we will find a personal trainer who is not famous so that many will have an interest in him in the future,” Yunho said.
“Also, that can help them to get more clients in the future,” Wooyoung said.
“You are right, Wooyoung! So you need at least 3-8 personal trainer profiles to submit to me so that Mr. Seonghwa and I will choose who will be the cover model,” Yunho said.
“So, this time we will be visiting fitness gyms to talk with the personal trainers, right?” Jeimin asked.
“Yup! But please, make sure your chosen personal trainers are willing to be the cover model and we don’t want to force anyone who doesn't want to be the cover model, okay? Are we clear about that?” Yunho said, then Y/N, Wooyoung, and Jeimin nodded.
“Okay! Great! Let’s go back to work now,” Yunho said, then all of them went back to their working stations and started to find some fitness gyms that they will visit. As time went by, it was already lunch break, and while they were having lunch…
“Did you two already find fitness gyms that we can visit next week?” Jeimin asked.
“Yup! I think it won’t be hard for us to find a cover model,” Wooyoung said.
“Me too! I already found numerous fitness gyms to visit. But I hope if we talked to those personal trainers, they would somehow accept the offer to be the cover model. What about you, Jeimin?” Y/N asked.
“I have already found a few fitness gyms. Also, you are right, Y/N. Because we can’t force them if they refuse,” Jeimin said.
“I almost forgot about that. But I think we can still try to convince them, right?” Wooyoung said.
“You are right! But if they still said NO we really have to let them go,” Y/N said and her friends agreed.
“But since we found many fitness gyms, I think someone will at least say yes to be the cover model, and also, that will be a big opportunity for them,” Jeimin said.
“Yup! I believe that someone will accept the offer,” Y/N said as she smiled.
“I think we should go back to work now,” Wooyoung said, then Y/N and Jeimin nodded and all of them went back to work.
FAST FORWARD…
It was already the day when Y/N, Jeimin, and Wooyoung will be visiting the fitness gyms to talk to the personal trainers. Some personal trainers refused and accepted the offer to be the cover model. But there is one fitness gym that they visited and as soon as they enter, Y/N noticed a man who is currently helping his client do some exercises.
“Damn! He is so handsome and really physically fit,” Y/N thought as she was still staring at him and her friends noticed it.
“Y/N, focus!” Wooyoung said, which made Y/N cut off her thoughts.
“Sorry!” Y/N said as she slightly laughed.
“Good morning!” Jeimin said to the male receptionist of the gym named Jongho.
“Good morning! How may I help you?” Jongho asked as he smiled.
“We are from ATZ magazine, we are here to talk with your personal trainers because we are looking for a cover model for the magazine. Will that be alright?” Jeimin asked.
“Oh! I love reading that magazine. Sure! But not all personal trainers are here at the moment because some of them are having their day off. So, is it alright that all of you will just talk to two personal trainers today?” Jongho asked.
“Yes! That’s alright,” Y/N said as she smiled.
“Okay! I’ll tell them. Wait for a while,” Jongho said, then all of them nodded. Jongho approached the personal trainers and…
“San and Yeosang, are you two on a break at the moment?” Jongho asked.
“Yup! Why?” San asked.
“Well, there are three people who are working for ATZ magazine and they want to talk to the two of you,” Jongho said.
“Oh! Really? Just the two of us?” Yeosang asked.
“Yup! They need to talk to the personal trainers and they are looking for a cover model for the magazine,” Jongho said, which made San and Yeosang surprised.
“Oh! I will never refuse that offer,” Yeosang said as he smiled.
“Yeosang, you can just talk to them. I don’t want to talk to them,” San said.
“Why? Just give them a minute to talk to you,” Jongho said.
“If they will just ask me if I wanted to be the cover model, I will say NO,” San said.
“Come on, San! Let’s just talk to them and you can tell them your reason for that,” Yeosang said and San sighed.
“Fine! Let’s go,” San said, then Jongho together with San and Yeosang went into the reception area and…
“These are our personal trainers, this is Choi San and this is Kang Yeosang,” Jongho said.
“Good morning Mr. San and Mr. Yeosang! I am Y/N, this is Jeimin and this is Wooyoung. We are from ATZ magazine, can we talk to the two of you?” Y/N asked.
“Sure! No problem! Nice to meet all of you!” Yeosang said as he smiled.
“Nice to meet all of you too,” San said as he also smiled. Then they went to the cafe that was beside the fitness gym and Y/N is the one who will talk to San and as for Yeosang, Wooyoung and Jeimin will talk to him. But before Y/N was about to speak…
“Ms. Y/N, I am sorry to tell you this but before you ask whatever question to me, I will already say NO to that. But thank you for considering me to be the cover model,” San said, which made Y/N surprised and sighed.
“Gosh! I thought this handsome man here will accept the offer to be the cover model,” Y/N thought.
“But Mr. San, this will be a big opportunity for you to get more clients in the future,” Y/N said.
“Ms. Y/N, I don’t care if I will get more clients in the future. I just don’t want everyone to pay attention to me and I just want my life to be peaceful. I hope you understand,” San said.
“But Mr. San, I think you are the best choice to be the cover model just for next month’s issue. Please!” Y/N said, then San sighed deeply.
“Ms. Y/N, If I say NO, it's a NO. Anyways, I have to go back to the gym because our break is already done. Thanks again for your time,” San said as he stood up and…
“Yeosang, are you done talking to them? Our break is already done and our clients might be waiting for us,” San said.
“Oh! Yes! Thanks, Mr. Wooyoung and Ms. Jeimin for your time,” Yeosang said as he smiled at them.
“Thanks too, Mr. Yeosang! Have a nice day!” Wooyoung said, then San and Yeosang went back to the gym. As for Y/N, she sighed again and her friends noticed it.
“It seems your conversation with Mr. San didn’t go well,” Jeimin said.
“You are right! I tried to convince him but he completely refused. But I am not gonna lie that I really want him to be the cover model and I think he is the best choice,” Y/N said.
“We know how you feel, Y/N. Because we saw the way you looked at him earlier,” Wooyoung said, which made Jeimin slightly laugh.
“Can you stop it, Wooyoung?” Y/N said, then Wooyoung and Jeimin laughed.
“Girl! You were drooling a while ago when you saw Mr. San,” Jeimin said, which made Y/N roll her eyes and her friends just laughed again.
“Let’s just go back to the office and submit the profiles of the personal trainers to Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said, then her friends nodded and went back to the office. When they arrived at the office, Jeimin first printed out Yeosang’s profile, and then, she gave it to Y/N who will be the one who will submit the profiles to Yunho.
“Oh! I didn’t expect that you would give me just a few profiles of the personal trainers that are willing to be the cover model. It seems all of you had a hard time finding a personal trainer who is willing to be the cover model,” Yunho said.
“Yes, It’s harder than we thought because many refuse and they don’t want to be recognized like what the personal trainer told me that I talked to earlier. But I will still try to convince him and I will give his profile to you,” Y/N said.
“It seems you really want that personal trainer to be the cover model, huh?” Yunho asked.
“Yes! I think he will be the best choice to be the cover model,” Y/N said.
“Okay! But don't forget that I already said to all of you not to force someone, right?” Yunho said.
“Yes! I remember that, Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said.
“Just remember if you submit someone’s profile to me without the person’s permission and I suddenly call that person and suddenly get mad at us, they might think that we are invading their privacy. Are we clear about that?” Yunho asked.
“Yes, Mr. Yunho! I’ll remember that,” Y/N said.
“Good! You may go back to work now,” Yunho said, then Y/N nodded and left his office. After Y/N left Yunho’s office she went to the nearby restaurant where her friends were waiting for her to have lunch.
“So, did you tell Mr. Yunho about San?” Jeimin asked.
“Yup! I also told Mr. Yunho that I will still convince him,” Y/N said.
“Oh! So, Mr. Yunho will still wait for San’s profile?” Wooyoung asked.
“Yup! By the way, you already have Yeosang’s number, right?” Y/N asked.
“Yup! Why?” Jeimin asked.
“Can I have Yeosang’s number?” Y/N asked.
“Oh! Do you have a plan?” Wooyoung asked.
“Not entirely. But since I want to talk to San, I'll try to get San’s number from him,” Y/N said.
“Wow! You really are determined to convince and get San as the cover model, huh?” Wooyoung said as he smirked, then Y/N nodded shyly which made her friends laugh.
“You know, I think you are only just attracted to San, that's why you are suddenly determined to get him as the cover model, don’t you?” Jeimin asked.
“Yes! I’ll admit that it was like love at first sight,” Y/N said.
“Oh! Now we know. But don’t stalk him, okay?” Wooyoung said.
“I won’t do that! I promise. So, can you please give me Yeosang’s number?” Y/N said, then Wooyoung gave Yeosang’s number to her.
“Thanks, guys! I’ll call him when I get home,” Y/N said.
“Okay! Anyways, let’s get back to work,” Jeimin said, then all of them went back to work. As for Yeosang and San who already went to their condo unit.
“By any chance, did you still refuse the offer?” Yeosang asked.
“Yup! I also told Ms. Y/N that even though they intended to help us gain more clients in the future, I still don’t want to be the cover model,” San said.
“But why? Also, Ms. Jeimin and Mr. Wooyoung told me that their manager and CEO will still choose the cover model. It means we are still not sure if we are going to be the cover model,” Yeosang said.
“Even so, I still won’t accept it. So, good luck Yeosang and I hope you will be chosen to be the cover model,” San said as he smiled and patted Yeosang’s shoulder, which made him sigh. As time went by, Y/N already got home and she decided to call Yeosang.
“Yeosang! Someone is calling you,” San said as he saw someone calling on Yeosang’s phone.
“Who is it?” Yeosang asked.
“I don’t know. It’s an unknown number. Here’s your phone,” San said as he gave the phone and Yeosang answered it.
THEIR CONVERSATION…
Yeosang: Hello? Who is this?
Y/N: Good evening, Mr. Yeosang! I am Y/N from ATZ magazine. Do you remember?
Yeosang: Of course, Ms. Y/N! Why did you call?
Y/N: Just call me, Y/N. Anyways, can you give me San’s number?
Yeosang: Yes! By any chance, will you try to convince him again?
Y/N: Yes! I think San will also be a good candidate for being the cover model.
Yeosang: I see. I’ll send you his number after our conversation.
Y/N: Okay! Thank you very much, Yeosang!
Yeosang: I am glad you will still try to convince him because I also think that San is a good fit to be the cover model.
Y/N: To be honest, both of you deserve to be the cover model. But you two should be in a separate monthly issue of the magazine.
Yeosang: Thanks, Y/N! But if I wasn’t chosen by your superiors as a cover model, will my profile be still kept in your department?
Y/N: Yes! If they also think that you can be the next cover model for another monthly issue of the magazine we will still keep it.
Yeosang: Thanks for the information, Y/N.
Y/N: No problem, Yeosang! We will update you about the results, okay?
Yeosang: Okay! I’ll have to sleep now. Thanks again for your time and I’ll surely send San’s number. Good night, Y/N!
Y/N: Okay! Good night, Yeosang!
END OF THEIR CONVERSATION.
After their conversation, Yeosang sent San’s number to Y/N, then Y/N saved San's number and she decided to wash up and went to sleep.
NEXT DAY…
Y/N is spending her day-off with Jeimin in her condo unit.
“So, did you already call Yeosang yesterday and got San’s number?” Jeimin asked.
“Yup! I will call him later,” Y/N said.
“Oh! I see. But what if San will still refuses?” Jeimin asked.
“I will still think about other plans because I really want him to be the cover model,” Y/N said and Jeimin chuckled.
“Sorry to say this girl. But you sound so desperate already to have him and I won’t be surprised if you will stalk him in the next few days since you are now friends with Yeosang, right?”Jeimin said, then Y/N sighed.
“Yes, I became friends with Yeosang already. You know, If I wasn’t attracted to San in the first place when I saw him in the gym, I wouldn't be like this,” Y/N said.
“I know how you feel, girl! But remember you will be scolded by Mr. Yunho if you did other things without San’s permission,” Jeimin said.
“I will never forget that and I don’t want to be scolded by our handsome manager, Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said, which made Jeimin slightly laugh.
“Anyways, good luck to you in convincing San, and I somehow agree that he is the best choice to be the cover model,” Jeimin said.
“Thanks, Jeimin! I really hope that San will think that this will be a great opportunity that he shouldn’t miss,” Y/N said, then Jeimin nodded and smiled. As for San and Yeosang who were hanging out in Jongho’s condo unit…
“Yeosang, who called you last night?” San asked.
“It’s Ms. Y/N, from ATZ magazine,” Yeosang said.
“Oh! Did she already tell you the results?” Jongho asked.
“Not yet. She just talked about San when he refused the offer,” Yeosang said, which made San surprised.
“Oh! By any chance, will she try to convince me again?” San asked.
“I think so. But why don’t you just give it a shot, San?” Yeosang asked.
“Yeosang is right. Also, nothing will lose if you accept that offer,” Jongho said, then San sighed.
“Guys! I already made a decision that I will never accept that offer, okay? She can find another personal trainer who is willing to be the cover model,” San said.
“To be honest, she asked me for your phone number,” Yeosang said.
“Did you give it to her?” San asked, which made Yeosang gulp.
“Nope!” Yeosang said as he lied to San.
“Are you sure? Because if she calls me, I will still say NO to her and will not answer her call if she does it again a few times,” San said.
“Aren’t you being rude to Y/N?” Jongho asked.
“Jongho and Yeosang, I already made my final decision and that won’t change my mind. So, I hope Ms. Y/N will not be stubborn,” San said.
“Fine! Do whatever you want. You are missing a great opportunity that was just right in front of you,” Yeosang said.
“Anyways, let’s just change the topic. I don’t want us to have a bad day, okay?” Jongho said, then Yeosang and San nodded. As time went by, it was already evening and Jeimin had already left Y/N’s condo unit, then she decided to call San.
THEIR CONVERSATION…
San: Hello? Who is this?
Y/N: Good evening! I am Y/N from ATZ magazine.
San: I knew it! Yeosang gave you my number! You know, if you want to talk about the offer again, I will still say NO to you, okay?
Y/N: But San, please! This is only a one-time opportunity.
San: *sighs* I am really sorry, Y/N. But that’s my final decision. You can just find another personal trainer that you can recommend to be the next cover model, okay? I have to sleep now. Good night.
END OF CONVERSATION.
When San hung-up the call, Y/N sighed and…
“I have to try other things to make San the cover model,” Y/N thought and she went to sleep.
NEXT DAY…
Y/N is still having a day-off and while she was having lunch alone, she is still thinking about how she will make San the cover model and suddenly she thought of calling Jeimin.
THEIR CONVERSATION…
Jeimin: Oh! Y/N, why did you call?
Y/N: I just want to ask you, how did you get Yeosang’s profile that you submitted to Mr. Yunho?
Jeimin: After we had a conversation with Yeosang, we called Jongho to email us his profile right away. That’s why Wooyoung and I had a chance to submit his profile on the same day when we went to the gym. Why? By any chance, did San already accept it and you will ask Jongho to email San’s profile?
Y/N: Umm… Yeah! Thanks for telling me, Jeimin. But can you also give me Jongho’s number?
Jeimin: Sure! I’ll send you, Jongho’s number after our conversation. Are you really sure that San already accepted it?
Y/N: Yes! San accepted it.
Jeimin: Make sure that he is really willing to be the cover model, okay? Because if you submitted his profile without San knowing it and Mr. Yunho called him, you will be doomed, Y/N.
Y/N: Don’t worry about it, okay?
Jeimin: Okay! I’ll hung-up now and I’ll send you Jongho’s number.
Y/N: Okay! Have a nice day, Jeimin!
Jeimin: Have a nice day too, Y/N!
END OF CONVERSATION.
After their conversation, Y/N already received Jeimin’s message which was Jongho’s number and she saved it in her contacts and decided to call him already.
THEIR CONVERSATION…
Jongho: Hello? Who is this?
Y/N: Good afternoon, Jongho! This is Y/N from ATZ magazine. Remember me?
Jongho: Of course, Ms. Y/N! Why did you call?
Y/N: Just call me, Y/N. Well, Jeimin told me that you were the one who sent Yeosang’s profile to them.
Jongho: Okay! So, are you also going to ask for San’s profile?
Y/N: Yes! You can just email his profile to me at the same email address where Jeimin and Wooyoung asked you to send it like last time.
Jongho: Okay! I’ll send it later. But I guess San still didn’t accept it, right?
Y/N: Yup! He still refused.
Jongho: Okay! So, you are doing this now so that when San is the chosen cover model he will have no choice but do the photoshoot, am I right?
Y/N: Umm… yes! I just really want him to be the cover model and I think he also deserves it.
Jongho: I understand, Y/N. I’ll send you his profile but we should expect that if San knows about this, he will get mad at us.
Y/N: I know. I’ll just try to see if this will work or not.
Jongho: Okay! The reason why I still send you his profile of San is that I also think that he deserves to be recognized as a personal trainer not only as a cover model even though he doesn’t want it.
Y/N: Thanks for helping me, Jongho. I guess you won’t tell this to San, right?
Jongho: Yup! No worries! I won’t tell him and I think Yeosang is also on your side, right?
Y/N: Yup! But to be honest, those two really deserve to be the cover model.
Jongho: I agree with you. But if San will still refuse? By any chance, will Yeosang be the cover model?
Y/N: I think so! It seems he is also a strong candidate for being the cover model.
Jongho: Okay! By the way, I have to go and I’ll send you San's profile.
Y/N: Okay! Thanks again, Jongho!
Jongho: No problem! Bye!
END OF CONVERSATION.
After their conversation, Jongho sent San’s profile and Y/N received it.
“I’ll send this to Mr. Yunho tomorrow,” Y/N thought. As for Jongho who went to Yeosang and San’s place, he suddenly noticed that Yeosang and San were quiet and…
“Did you two fight before I arrived?” Jongho asked, then San and Yeosang still didn’t respond and…
“Guys! I know you two can talk so please tell me what happened,” Jongho said as he sighed.
“I got mad at Yeosang because he lied to me that he didn’t give my number to Y/N but she suddenly called me yesterday,” San said.
“Is that all?” Jongho asked, then Yeosang nodded.
“I just don’t really want Y/N to bother me about that offer, that’s why I don’t really want to give my number to her,” San said.
“I am sorry, San. I was just helping Y/N,” Yeosang said.
“It’s okay, I understand. Let’s just forget about this since I already talked to her yesterday and still said NO to her,” San said.
“Okay! We won’t comment anymore about that,” Jongho said and Yeosang agreed.
“Great to hear that, guys! I’ll just order our food, okay?” San said as he smiled, then Yeosang and Jongho nodded. While San is focused on his phone ordering their food, Yeosang receives a message from Jongho which makes him surprised and reads the message and it says…
“Yeosang, I gave San’s profile to Y/N and she has the plan to submit it to their manager - JH”
When Yeosang read the message, he looked at Jongho with a surprised face and he just sent a reply to him instead of telling it to him loudly because San might have heard them.
“What? But if San knows about that, he will get angry at you, and also, he will get angrier at Y/N!- YS”
As Jongho read Yeosang’s message he sighed, then suddenly San noticed it.
“Any problem, guys?” San asked.
“No! Everything is fine,” Yeosang said as he tried to smile.
“Oh! Okay! I thought you two are into something,” San said, then Yeosang and Jongho slightly laughed.
“You know, we should play online games today after we have lunch,” Jongho said.
“That will be fun!” San said as he smiled. After they had lunch they played some online games. As time went by, Jongho went home and suddenly Yeosang called him.
THEIR CONVERSATION…
Jongho: Yeosang, why did you call?
Yeosang: I still want to talk about you sending  San’s profile to Y/N.
Jongho: What about that?
Yeosang: Jongho, you shouldn’t have done that without San’s permission.
Jongho: Both of us are just helping Y/N because we also both want San to give this a shot, right?
Yeosang: I know! But like what I said earlier, he will get angrier at Y/N because she will just submit his profile to his manager without him knowing it.
Jongho: Y/N knows that will happen and I think she is already prepared for that. As for me, I know San will also get angry at me when he knows that I was the one who sent his profile but I know what I am doing and I am not doing anything that can make San in danger.
Yeosang:*sighs* Okay! It seems you are also prepared that San will get angry at you.
Jongho: Yup! But I notice you are very concerned about Y/N, huh? Even though we just saw her once in the gym.
Yeosang: Is it bad to be concerned about someone?
Jongho: No! That’s not what I mean. But by any chance, do you like her?
Yeosang: So, you are now thinking that way, huh? I’ll admit that she is pretty and has a good personality but I just like her as a friend, that’s all. Also, I think she likes San because her determination to get San to be the cover model is really high.
Jongho: *laughs* Well, you have a point there, Yeosang. Anyways, I have to sleep.
Yeosang: Okay! Good night, bro!
Jongho: Good night, bro! Bye!
END OF CONVERSATION.
After their conversation, Yeosang and Jongho went to sleep.
NEXT DAY…
Y/N is already in the office and as she checked the email she already received San’s profile then, she downloaded the file and printed San’s profile, then went to Yunho’s office.
“Good morning, Y/N! What brings you here?” Yunho asked.
“Good morning, Mr. Yunho! I will just give this personal trainer’s profile that I mentioned to you last week,” Y/N said.
“Oh! You already convinced him?” Yunho asked.
“Yes, Mr. Yunho!” Y/N said as she smiled.
“Gosh! What am I doing?” Y/N thought.
“Okay! Since there are no other profiles to be submitted anymore, it means we can already choose who is the model, right?” Yunho asked.
“Yes, Mr. Yunho! You and Mr. Seonghwa can already choose the cover model,” Y/N said.
“Great! Thanks, Y/N! You can go back to work now,” Yunho said as he smiled, then Y/N nodded and went back to her working station. As for Yunho, he sent a message to Seonghwa in their web portal that they can have a meeting about the selected personal trainers and choose the cover model, then both of them went to the conference room and had a meeting.
“Good morning, Mr. Seonghwa!” Yunho said.
“Good morning, Yunho! I am kinda excited to see the profiles of each personal trainer,” Seonghwa said as he smiled.
“Me too! But some of them I already saw their profile and earlier, Y/N gave me the last personal trainer that she chose and it will be my first time to see his profile,” Yunho said.
“Oh! I see. Can you give me their profiles now?” Seonghwa asked, then Yunho nodded and gave it to him. While Seonghwa is reading each profile, Yunho is reading San’s profile. Then after a few minutes of reading their profiles…
“So, have you made up your mind already, Mr. Seonghwa?” Yunho asked.
“Yup! To be honest, two personal trainers caught my attention and both of them fit to be the cover model,” Seonghwa said, which made Yunho surprised.
“Two personal trainers? But aren't we supposed to choose only one?” Yunho asked.
“Yes! But one of them can be the cover model for next month and the other one is for another month,” Seonghwa said.
“Oh! So you are also now choosing for another month’s magazine issue?” Yunho asked.
“Yup! Here’s my pick,” Seonghwa said as he gave two profiles of the personal trainers.
“We have the same pick, Mr. Seonghwa. But who was your number one pick?” Yunho asked.
“It’s Mr. Choi San,” Seonghwa said.
“I also chose him. It means the cover model for next month is Mr. Choi San and for another month is Mr. Kang Yeosang, right?” Yunho asked.
“You are right! Mr. Choi San will be the first cover model then Mr. Kang Yeosang,” Seonghwa said.
“But Mr. Seonghwa, what if Mr. Choi San suddenly refused?” Yunho asked.
“Then, Mr. Kang Yeosang will be the first cover model. I also think we can still keep Mr. Choi San’s profile if he really refuses because in the future we might not know that he will accept to be the cover model,” Seonghwa said.
“Really? But why?” Yunho asked.
“I just really want him to be the cover model and he’s a catch. I also think he deserves to be recognized,” Seonghwa said.
“Oh! Okay! I understand, Mr. Seonghwa. I’ll call Mr. Choi San after lunch,” Yunho said.
“Okay! Thanks for today, Yunho! Have a nice day!” Seonghwa said.
“No problem, Mr. Seonghwa! Have a nice day too!” Yunho said as he smiled, then both of them went back to their offices. At that time, Wooyoung, Jeimin, and Y/N saw that Yunho came back.
“I think Mr. Seonghwa and him already chose the cover model,” Jeimin said.
“You think who might be the chosen cover model?” Wooyoung said.
“I can feel it will be San,” Y/N said, then her friends chuckled.
“You really are determined to make San the cover model, huh?” Wooyoung said.
“Of course! I think he is the best choice,” Y/N said.
“The best? Where? In your heart?” Jeimin asked, which made Wooyoung laugh.
“That’s one reason but I just want him to have a great opportunity for him to be recognized,” Y/N said.
“We know that, Y/N. But there might be a chance that aside from San, Yeosang will also be selected,” Wooyoung said.
“But they are supposed to choose only one cover model, right?” Jeimin asked.
“Yup! But who knows? Mr. Seonghwa might have chosen already for another month of the magazine’s issue,” Wooyoung said.
“I agree with you, Wooyoung! I also think Yeosang was also selected. Anyways, let’s just talk later and go back to work,” Y/N said, then her friends agreed and went back to work. As for Yunho, he called San.
THEIR CONVERSATION…
San: Hello? Who is this?
Yunho: Good afternoon, Mr. Choi San, I am Jeong Yunho from ATZ Magazine and I am calling you right now because you are selected to be the cover model for next month's magazine issue.
San: I guess your staff is really stubborn, Mr. Yunho.
Yunho: Huh? What do you mean, Mr. San?
San: I told Ms. Y/N already that I don’t want to be a cover model. To be honest, I don’t know where she got my profile. You can just make my friend, Kang Yeosang, the cover model since I know that they submitted his profile to you.
Yunho: Umm… I am really sorry about this, Mr. San. I’ll talk to her later. But I also want to tell you that the CEO of ATZ Magazine wants to keep your profile even though you refused to be the cover model.
San: Is that so? Okay! Just make sure that my profile is safe.
Yunho: Of course, Mr. San. No worries. Also again, I am sorry about Ms. Y/N, I think she just really wants you to be the cover model. But I respect whatever reason you have on why you refused to be the cover model.
San: I understand, Mr. Yunho. But thanks for respecting my decision. Also, don’t worry I won’t sue Ms. Y/N for stealing my profile since I know she has good intentions. By the way, I hope you can make my friend Yeosang the cover model because he is really willing to be the model.
Yunho: To be honest,  Mr. Yeosang and you were chosen as models but since you refused, Mr. Yeosang will be the cover model next month.
San: Really? I am glad to hear that, Mr. Yunho! Anyways, I have to go and have a nice day!
Yunho: Thanks! Have a nice day also, Mr. San!
END OF CONVERSATION.
After Yunho had a conversation with San, he sighed and…
“Y/N is so stubborn and I almost got into trouble because of what she has done!” Yunho thought. Then he decided to send a message to Y/N to come to the office. As Y/N saw Yunho’s message, she got nervous.
“Guys! I will just go to Mr. Yunho’s office,” Y/N said, then her friends nodded. As Y/N entered his office…
“Sit down first. I want to talk to you,” Yunho said. Then Y/N sat on the chair that was in front of his table.
“What is this about?” Y/N asked, then Yunho sighed.
“Y/N, how did you get Mr. San’s profile?” Yunho asked, then Y/N gulped.
“I got it from the fitness gym, why?” Y/N asked.
“Are you sure? Also, how did you get that profile even though he told you that he doesn’t want to be the cover model?” Yunho asked.
“Umm… I became friends with one of the staff that is also a close friend of Mr. San and he gave me the profile because he also wants San to be the cover model even though he refused,” Y/N said, then Yunho was surprised.
“Really?” Yunho asked, then Y/N nodded.
“But Y/N, you should have respected Mr. San’s decision and didn’t get his profile to his friend without his permission because stealing someone’s identity or profile can make you go to prison and thankfully Mr. San won’t file a lawsuit against you because he knows you have good intentions,” Yunho said.
“I am really sorry Mr. Yunho. I’ll call Mr. San later about what I did,” Y/N said.
“You really should do that, Y/N. Because to be honest, our CEO, Mr. Park Seonghwa wanted to keep his profile even though Mr. San refused to be the cover model. Mr. Seonghwa will still wait for him to change his mind to be the cover model,” Yunho said, then Y/N was surprised,
“Oh! I see! Don’t worry. I’ll make sure that I will be on good terms with Mr. San,” Y/N said.
“Okay! Great! Just don’t do this again, okay? Remember not only you will be in trouble but also the company, are we clear, Y/N?” Yunho asked.
“Yes! I am really sorry again for what I did, Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said.
“I understand that you were determined to make San to be the cover model but you really have to respect his decision,” Yunho said, then Y/N nodded.
“By the way, who will be the cover model for next month?” Y/N asked.
“Mr. San’s friend, Kang Yeosang will be the cover model. So tell Wooyoung and Jeimin to contact and tell Mr. Yeosang that he will be the cover model, okay?” Yunho said, then Y/N nodded.
“Okay! You can go back to work,” Yunho said, then before Y/N went back to her working station, she first approached Wooyoung and Jeimin.
“Y/N, what did you talk about with Mr. Yunho?” Wooyoung asked.
“Well, you can contact Yeosang now because he will be the cover model for next month,” Y/N said, then Wooyoung and Jeimin were surprised.
“Really? Mr. Yunho told you earlier?” Jeimin asked, then Y/N nodded and smiled.
“Great! How about San?” Wooyoung asked.
“To be honest, San was selected to be the cover model. But Mr. Yunho told me that when he called him, he completely refused to be the cover model. I guess Yeosang was the second choice that’s why when San refused, they made Yeosang be the cover model instead. To be honest, I was scolded by Mr. Yunho, that’s why he talked to me in his office,” Y/N said.
“Why?” Jeimin asked.
“Wait. Can I guess what that is about?” Wooyoung asked, then Y/N nodded.
“You get his profile without San’s permission. Am I right?” Wooyoung asked, which made Y/N and Jeimin surprised.
“How did you know?” Y/N asked, then Wooyoung chuckled.
“Yeosang and Jongho told me about that. Also, Jongho was the one who sent you his profile, right?” Wooyoung asked.
“I didn’t know about that! You really became friends with them, huh?” Jeimin said, then Wooyoung slightly laughed.
“You are right, Wooyoung. I was scolded because of what I did,” Y/N said.
“You could have just respected his decision,” Jeimin said.
“I know. But because Jongho and Yeosang were supportive of San being the cover model too. I just grabbed the opportunity to get his profile and submit it to Mr. Yunho,” Y/N said.
“We know where you are coming from, Y/N. But that’s inappropriate and an invasion of privacy for San,” Wooyoung said.
“I know. I’ll try to call him later. But if he won’t answer my calls. I will ask for help from Yeosang or Jongho so that I can apologize to San,” Y/N said.
“You really should do that and also, since Yeosang will be the cover model, he might have a little celebration with them and he might also invite you and with that, you can have a chance to talk to San,” Jeimin said.
“I hope so! Anyways, I’ll have to go back to work now,” Y/N said, then her friends nodded.
As time went by, it was already time for them to go home and when Y/N arrived at her house, she tried to call San a few times, but San didn’t answer which made Y/N sigh.
“I guess he was really mad at me,” Y/N thought. Then suddenly someone called her and it was, Yeosang.
THEIR CONVERSATION…
Y/N: Hey! Yeosang! Congratulations that you will be the cover model for next month.
Yeosang: Thanks, Y/N! By the way, I called you because I will treat you and your friends in a bar on Saturday so that I can thank all of you for making my dream come true to be a cover model.
Y/N: Sure! I’ll join you on Saturday night. By the way, will San be there too?
Yeosang: I will still tell him later about the good news and will ask if he will join. Why?
Y/N:  To be honest, a while ago at work my boss scolded me about San’s profile that I got from Jongho because he completely refused when he called him and I didn’t respect his decision.
Yeosang: Oh! I see. But did you already call him? Because at the moment, San is still not here in our condo unit.
Y/N: I already called him a few times but he didn’t answer my calls. I think he is now mad at me.
Yeosang: Oh! Okay! I’ll talk to him together with Jongho about that matter. Because I think he will talk about that when he arrives with Jongho later.
Y/N: Oh! Does it mean Jongho will be in your place tonight?
Yeosang: Yup! So I think San will bring that up later. Don’t worry, okay? We will try to convince him to talk to you if he will join us on Saturday. But if he won’t join us on Saturday, you can visit our place.
Y/N: Are you sure about that?
Yeosang: Yup! No worries!
Y/N: Okay! Thanks, Yeosang! I have to rest now because I just got home from work. Congratulations again!
Yeosang: Okay! Thanks, Y/N! Have a good night!
Y/N: Good night, Yeosang!
END OF THEIR CONVERSATION.
After Y/N had a conversation with Yeosang, she washed up and went to sleep. As for Yeosang, who is watching TV in the living room, San and Jongho arrived but Yeosang felt already the tension between them and…
“Yeosang, all of us have to talk,” San said, then Yeosang gulped and nodded. San and Jongho sat on the sofa and…
“I will get to the point guys. Who gave my profile to Y/N?” San asked.
“I am!” Jongho said.
“Why did you give my profile to her without me knowing it?” San asked.
“We helped Y/N and we also want you to give it a shot for that offer,” Jongho said, then San sighed.
“I already told you guys that I don’t want to be a cover model. Also, I don’t need to be recognized as a personal trainer so that I can gain more clients. Yeosang, do you also know about what Jongho did?” San asked.
“Yes. But I just found out about it a few days ago,” Yeosang said as he couldn't look at San.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” San asked.
“I also told him not to give your profile to Y/N without your permission but I ended up agreeing with Jongho,” Yeosang said.
“Thanks for being supportive friends, Yeosang and Jongho but from the start, you should have respected my decision,” San said.
“We’re sorry San,” Jongho said.
“It’s okay! I understand. But it was a surprise that the magazine company will keep my profile,” San said.
“Really? Even though you refused to be the cover model?” Jongho asked.
“Yup! Their CEO decided to keep my profile. Anyways, Yeosang, did someone contact you already?” San asked.
“Yup! Wooyoung and Jeimin told me that I am chosen to be the cover model!” Yeosang said as he smiled.
“Congrats, bro! You deserve it!” San said.
“Congrats, Yeosang! We will surely buy the magazine that you will be covered in,” Jongho said as he smiled.
“Thanks, guys! Since I was chosen to be the cover model, I will treat all of us to a bar with Wooyoung, Jeimin, and Y/N on Saturday,” Yeosang said.
“Oh! That’s great! We will be having fun on Saturday night,” Jongho said.
“Are you really going to include them?” San asked.
“Of course! They are the ones who made my dream come true to be the cover model. Why? Is it because of Y/N?” Yeosang asked.
“Yup! To be honest, I am still mad at her and I didn’t answer her calls,” San said.
“To be honest, Y/N called me earlier and she told me that she wants to apologize to you for what she did and I think that will be a good time that you two should talk,” Yeosang said.
“Okay! But she should approach me first so that I will know she will really apologize to me but if on Saturday she will avoid me, I will get the wrong idea,” San said, then Yeosang and Jongho slightly laughed.
“San, Y/N will not approach you first because she knows that you are mad at her and I think she will be more comfortable if you approach her first so that she will know that you want to talk to her,” Jongho said.
“I agree with Jongho. Also, Y/N probably will be scared to approach you first,” Yeosang said.
“Fine! I’ll approach her first on Saturday. I hope everything will go well,” San said.
“You two will surely be on good terms on Saturday,” Jongho said as he smiled.
“Well, let’s see,” San said, then his friends slightly laughed.
THE PART 2.
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Sonny finding out Michael was cheating on Victoria though 🙈🙊
OH… OH NO. 😶 I remember when the “what if?” AU prompts of Michael cheating on Victoria were almost as popular as the Victonny prompts are, but now Mr. Santino Corleone finding out his brother’s cheating on the woman of his dreams? Bring on the drama. 🔥
‘What? Was I just in the wrong place at the wrong fuckin’ time or what? Married too soon? Married the wrong goddamn woman? And there you are, you smug son of a bitch…’
Sonny leans his back against the side of the boathouse, quietly and inconspicuously looking into the towards the back of you and Michael’s private estate.
Dozens of potted arrangements of plants and flowers cover Sonny up to the full length of his height, providing not just the perfect opportunity to take a sneak peek for himself but also remain hidden in one spot without the need to move around or worry about being caught.
“I will.” Michael gives a small smile to his mistress, keeping one hand lovingly wrapped over her waist. “I told you last week I would, wouldn’t I?”
A scowl spreads over Sonny’s face as he remains frozen in position, wanting to look away and pretend he’s seen nothing but at the same time take in the full scene and analyze everything to confirm what’s been going on between Michael and this new woman for the past few weeks.
“You know if it was up to me, I’d come to see you every single day.” The mystery woman speaks back to Michael softly as Sonny mostly realizes on reading both of their lips throughout the conversation; already having been his fourth time catching the two somewhere.
‘For fuck’s sake.’ Sonny presses his lips down firmly, feeling nothing but bitterness and resent building up inside of him. ‘You love lecturin’ me while you share Victoria’s side of the bed with someone else.’
“I’ll make it easier for you.” Michael caresses his mistress’ face with the back of his hand gently. “You’ll relocate to Tahoe and I’ll cover all of your expenses for you. Travel, moving, your new home, everything.”
Sonny frowns, knowing he can’t exactly tell anyone any of this, including Tom.
Sonny has no proof to show Michael has a mistress in any way possible, perfectly hidden and devised by Michael just as he wanted to, to ensure his little affair would stay as private and non-existent as possible even if someone had suspicions.
“That new Alfa Romeo wasn’t enough?” The mistress giggles, gazing up at Michael with such awe and delight in her eyes as she hugs his chest. “You really don’t have to, baby. Please.”
‘And it’s his word over mine all the damn time.’ Sonny grits his teeth, wondering just how much more of this disgusting scene he’s able to take.
“I insist.” Michael tilts her chin up, planting a soft kiss upon his new lover’s lips. “It will happen.”
‘You don’t deserve Vic. You’ve never deserved her. You’re proving it to me right now in front of my own eyes.’ Sonny knows lashing out and approaching the two isn’t going to make a difference—nobody else is home and Michael’s men won’t say a word.
“Fuck this.” Sonny mutters under his breath, quietly moving away from the boathouse building and back towards the docks to Lake Tahoe as he reaches into the pocket of his trousers for a cigarette.
Sonny glances down to see the half crushed cigarette he pulled out from his pocket, glowering at it before he throws it down to the ground.
Out of frustration and refusing to turn back around and acknowledge his younger brother doing something Sonny would never forgive himself for even having a nightmare about, Sonny crushes the mushed cigarette with the heel of his shoe.
Pacing around Lake Tahoe to make it look like he’s out for a breath of fresh air or taking a walk does nothing to calm Sonny’s nerves—a natural hot head only mounting further with frustration until Sonny can effectively get it off of his mind.
Sonny turns his head back to face you and Michael’s estate, making his way directly towards it knowing Michael will at least go back inside at some point after his little mistress can conveniently sneak off the compound grounds.
It’s only when Sonny sees the garden remains empty from where he stands does he pick up his pace, practically storming inside of the estate. ‘Now where the hell are you?’
Sonny pushes open the front door, stepping inside to see nobody and hear nothing else but the regular, calm atmosphere of your home.
Taking a deep breath and letting the door shut behind him, Sonny feels a strange sense of second hand guilt rack over him at the scent of your faint floral perfume still lingering around your home only you’re in Reno in the middle of a trial, completely unaware of everything transpiring behind your back now for weeks.
Sonny shoves his hands into the pockets of his trousers, walking down the hallway and towards Michael’s office door and expecting him to be inside only to spot his brother at the end of the hallway.
Michael reaches his hand out towards the door knob of his office door before glancing up at Sonny with a monotone expression, giving nothing away. “Still here, Santino?”
“I don’t do any of that shopping shit, you know me.” Sonny shakes his head, knowing Michael’s referring to the fact Sandra and the children are out for the day for shopping and lunch.
Michael doesn’t answer, simply opening his office door and stepping inside without bothering to look back at Sonny who follows directly behind.
“Nothing ever really goes the way you actually want it to, doesn’t it?” Sonny can no longer hide the bitterness in his voice the moment he walks into Michael’s office.
“Such as?” Michael’s not in the mood for vague or deep conversations, slipping a cigarette out of its pack from his office desk.
“For one, I should have married Victoria.” Sonny states boldly, staring at Michael.
Michael takes his lighter out of the inner pocket of his suit jacket, glancing up at Sonny with no reaction over his face. “Is that what you repeated to yourself all night when she rejected your advances in New York to help you fall asleep?”
“This isn’t about me.” Sonny narrows his eyes. “So save your insults for another time, eh? I’m talking about Victoria.”
“You’re talking about a married woman who doesn’t want you, has never wanted you, and is your fantasy.” Michael lights his cigarette, facing Sonny directly now. “And you think coming into my office to tell me about how much you want my wife is going to bode well?”
“Shit, I just thought I would let you know, considering you don’t want her anymore.” Sonny shrugs his shoulders. “You got that random broad off the streets in Reno or somethin’ and look happy with her, so maybe I just came in here to ask you why the hell you keep wasting Victoria’s time.”
“Amusing.” Michael notes, taking a long puff of his cigarette. “I suppose you don’t have proof of this ‘random broad’ you’re accusing me with?”
“You’re a sly motherfucker.” Sonny glares angrily at Michael, having never felt so repulsed and frustrated towards his younger brother in his life. “You hide the shit you do well, affair or not. I’m not here to air out your dirty laundry.”
“Then what are you here for?” Michael waits for Sonny to get to the point. “You’re wasting my time and your breath.”
“Victoria will find out one way or another.” Sonny points at him. “All this time—ten fuckin’ years of marriage—you really think you’re invincible, Michael? Vic knows you better than you know yourself. You’re not doing yourself any favours. She deserves so much better than you.”
“There is nothing better.” Michael states out sharply. “She’s my wife, Santino. Her place in my life is different. Coming from a man who cheats on his wife on a regular basis, this is quite ironic.”
“Let me know if Victoria ever decides to give you permission to cheat on her then.” Sonny forces a fake, taunting smile at Michael. “Because when that happens to be the case like Sandra, she can cheat on you with me. The one difference being that she’s not going to go back to you.”
“You disgust me.” Michael blows out smoke around him, beginning to grow thoroughly irritated with Sonny’s every word. “And your delusional little fantasies fuel your anger that you can barely control. You think I’ll let you even step a foot near Victoria after this proclamation?”
“You’re not gonna be able to keep her from me, is what I’m saying.” Sonny takes a step towards Michael. “Because the moment you decided to make that mistress yours, I made Victoria mine.”
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a mother’s love: ch 1
It has been so long since the team has had even half a second to breathe to themselves, let alone take a break. That’s the thing about fighting a relentless empire of space Nazis  – there is ten thousand years worth of shit to fix. They are seven people. Breaks are a pipe dream if not a total fantasy.
But they are, quite simply, seven people. Seven people who cannot function every second of every day with no time to step back, gather themselves. Whether or not they have time for a break is irrelevant; they either schedule one or one will be scheduled for them. So they do, reasoning one single day at the beach would be well worth the sand that would be invariably tracked into the castle, to remain for eternity.
Of course Allura and Coran had been ready to go immediately, having all their clothes and belongings on the castle, but the rest of the team hadn’t thought to pack a swimsuit when they went to check out the weird vives Keith felt int he desert. And there’s a kind of unspoken rule about many things in the castle, as haunted as it is – no one really wants to dig through rooms with old ghosts to find something that might fit them. It feels wrong.
Luckily for everyone, Lance’s needle-threading abilities aren’t limited to flying. He’s pretty good with his hands, too, and after securing some material from Coran, he gets right on it.
For Pidge, he creates what is vocally convinced is the ugliest set of swim shorts to ever see the light of day. He’d been inspired the very second he saw the neon yellow fabric with patches of barf green-brown, littered with pictures of weblums posed in such ways that could only be described as grotesque. He complains the entire time that simply looking at the fabric makes him physically ill, but Pidge is ecstatic. She doesn’t even mind when Lance refuses to continue working with the material, instead making her a swim tee out of plain black. 
Hunk, much more used to being Lance’s model, is happy with a pair of orange trunks that match his headband exactly. Shiro gets a pair in his favourite colour – a dusky pink – and bites back tears, because he is the dweebiest most emotional dork of all time. (Lance was originally going to do the same for Keith; make him a pair in his regular emo colours. Maybe even something that matched his nerdy go-go boots, as abhorrent as the swim-shorts and boots combo would be. But at the last minute he was struck with the divine urge to be a dick, and decided instead to make Keith a pair of plain maroon shorts, and then embroidered ‘dorkass’ into the waistband of the shorts with the same colour. He finds great joy in knowing that Keith will be wearing around a pair of shorts calling him a dorkass. He looks forward to telling him, after Keith wears them for a couple hours and has to live with it.)
On the day they finally get to go, the excitement in the air is palpable.
“Do you have to wear those shorts?” Allura asks for what is probably the fifteenth time in as many minutes.
Pidge sniffs obnoxiously. “Lance poured his heart and soul into making me these wonderful shorts and all you’ve done is shit on them. I should tell him you have no appreciation for his art.”
“It might improve them if I actually defecate on those abominations,” Allura mutters darkly. She glares at them as if they are specifically responsible for Zarkon himself.
Tired of listening to the same argument for fifteen minutes, Keith groans loudly. “For fuck’s sake, we’ve been waiting here for, like, two hours! How long does it take Lance to throw on a pair of shorts and get –”
“Throw on a pair of shorts?! Mullet, please. We are going to a public beach . I am looking like a babe or I am not going.”
Six heads swivel to the source of the sound, revealing Lance in all his glory.
Clearly, Lance has taken the creative opportunity to treat himself. Instead of just making a pair of trunks and throwing on a t-shirt, like everyone else (except for, of course, Allura, who looks absolutely ethereal in an elegant white one-pieces that matches her hair, and a sheer sparkly cover-up that reminds everyone that she is, in fact, royalty), he has taken the time to craft himself a calf-length yellow sundress. He has also somehow fashioned himself what absolutely must be be universe’s largest floppy sunhat, and –
“Are those mom sandals?” Hunk asks, aghast. “Jesus Christ, Lance.”
Pidge bursts out laughing. “If by babe you mean MILF,” she chokes out, because she has zero shame.
Shiro goes scarlet.
“Pidge!” he scolds. “You don’t just call people MILFs!”
“What’s a ‘milf’? Allura asks, frowning curiously.
“I swear to God if any of you tell her what MILF means  – “
Shiro doesn’t have to worry about the rest of the paladins corrupting Allura’s brain (not that his efforts will matter, because she and Hunk have an agreement, as the resident gossips – any and all garnered information will be shared at a later date to be analysed and recorded) because they’re all laughing to hard to get any words out. Except for Lance, of course, who does his very best to appear offended but can’t quite manage. 
At least being called a MILF is still kind of a compliment, no matter how teasingly Pidge had meant it. And he can concede to the point that he has seen his sister in law wear a nearly identical outfit, now that he’s thinking about it, and she’s actually a mom, so. Pidge may have a point.
“Whatever,” Lance says rolling his eyes. He bites his lip to tamp down his smile, shaking his head at the paladins, then lights up. “Wait, if I look like a MILF, I’ll attract all the DILFs! Score!”
Pidge, Hunk, and Keith sober up immediately, laughter disappearing from their faces at the thought of Lance’s flirting. Shiro sighs.
“How come you always ruin all my good jokes?” Pidge whines.
Lance smirks at her. “Not my fault I’m funnier than you are.”
“You are not – ”
“Are too!”
Coran, sensing an impending argument and possible wrestling match, speaks up. “Perhaps we should make our way to the beach while there’s still sunshine, hm?”
Everyone makes various noises of agreement, making their way to the exit. Hunk shifts the pail and shovel he has in his hands. Keith adjusts his utlity belt, which looks absolutely ridiculous paired with his swimsuit – not that he cares. Shiro takes a deep breath, closing his eyes.
God. He cannot wait to sit under the sun and sleep the whole time, leader duties be damned. Someone else can watch the troublemakers that are is teammates. Hopefully no one would drown, because Shiro is not monitoring that shit. He is tired. He needs a break. He is going to nap for six straight hours, and no one is going to stop him. The entire Empire could descend with every single ship they have and Shiro will simply say no. Not happening.
“Not a single fucking one of you is leaving this castle until I watch you put on sunscreen.”
The pure conviction in Lance’s voice makes everyone pause and turn to look at him. After a moment, Pidge breaks the tension with a dry laugh.
“Alright, Mom, sure,” she says sarcastically. She sticks her tongue out at him before turning back around.
Lance wastes no time entertaining her scathing wit. He pulls out a bottle of SPF 80 from what appears to be actual thin air, waving it emphatically at the paladins.
“Since all of you refuse to care for yourselves,” he says, pausing to look pointedly at each of them in turn, “I suppose it will fall onto me.” He gestures in front of him. “In line, children, hold out your hands. You must put it on your face and ears and neck and any exposed skin. No exceptions.”
No one moves. Lance claps his hands sharply, startling them.
“Chop chop! Form a line!”
The paladins just blink at him, gobsmacked. 
Keith speaks up first. “Where did you even get a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic? We’ve been in space for a whole-ass year!”
“Yeah, and why are you only being anal about it now?” Pidge adds.
Lance glares at them, hands on his hips. “I am responsible about my health, and had a bottle in my backpack when we were abducted.”
Four pairs of eyes roll in tandem. Lance insists on saying they were ‘abducted by aliens’ when they left in Blue, because he’s extra, as if it wasn’t him who boarded Blue first. As if he did not see the glowing blue wormhole and immediately suggest they go through it. ‘Abducted by aliens’ yeah right – he boarded their ship and asked them to take him to their leader, more like it. 
It’s a pointless argument to convince him otherwise, though. The paladins have tried dozens of times to no avail.
“Anyway,” Lance continues. “I used the fabricator to make more bottles when we first got here, along with shampoo and conditioner and stuff, all of which I delivered to your rooms. I have been under the impression that you have been dutifully using your protection from actual skin cancer like rational people, but it has recently come to my attention –” he looks pointedly at Pidge, who had been burned so badly on the last planet that the skin on her face peeled off in one go like one of Lance’s face masks, a comparison he did not find nearly as funny and thought-provoking as she did – “that the four of you cannot be trusted to apply protection like grown-ups, and so you will be treated like my niece and nephew, who are the only ones in my family who still complain about, once again, actual protection from literal cancer. So.” He looks at all of them individually, eyebrows raised and jaw set. “Again: line up, children.”
The paladins begrudgingly form a line, sensing from Lance’s tone that although he’s making jokes and speaking lightly, he’s one-hundred percent serious. He shakes his head and tuts at them every time he squeezes a dollop of white goop onto each of their hands.
Allura and Coran, recovering from their shock, exchange horrified looks.
“Human skin has not yet evolved protection from radiation?”
“And you complain about the only protection you have?”
“I’ll remind you that humans are only two hundred thousand years old,” Lance says to the Alteans. “So no, we haven’t really evolved superpowers yet. As for Allura’s point – ” he raises an eyebrow at the other humans, who are finally beginning to look slightly chastised – “some people are just plan stubborn.”
“Okay, okay, you’ve made your point, mother, we are wearing the sun protection,” Pidge says impatiently. “Can we go to the beach now?”
Lance nods. “As soon as I grab some water and snacks.”
“And you complain about the only protection you have?”
This time, it’s Keith who groans. “Come on, Lance, I’m sure there’s water and shit on the beach, and I don’t want to wait the billion years you’re foing to take to pack or whatever. Can we please just go.”
Lances raises a judgmental eyebrow again, and picks up a bag no one had seen from a few feet down the hall. 
‘Bag’, frankly, may not be the right word for it. It is approximately the size of Pidge, it’s so massive.
“What do you even have in there?” Pidge asks incredulously.
“I think you can actually fit the Green Lion in that bag,” he agrees observationally. 
“We’re literally only going to be gone for, like, ten hours,” Keith adds.
Shiro only sighs. Every moment of nonsense is one less minute of his tropical nap – minutes he mourns deeply.
Despite the complaining, Lances haughty eyebrow does not lower. “I notice that none of you have a bag.”
“...So?”
“What are you planning on drying off with? Sand? Especially you, Shiro – aren’t you napping? As for all the alleged water and snacks on the beach, Keith, I don’t see you packing any GAC. And you’re the most accident prone person I’ve ever met, Pidge, did you bother to bring a first aid kit?” He pauses, looking at Hunk’s shovel. “You nailed it, Hunk. No criticism for you.”
Hunk beams. Lance smiles back, then turns a very knowing and prim expression to the rest of the paladins.
The ensuing silence has Lance dripping smugness.
“That’s what I thought. None of you dorks ever plan ahead, yeesh. You’re welcome. Now, come on – we’re losing sunlight! Let’s go!”
chapter 2
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i'd say it depends on whats most important to you. personally i view the ending as a tragedy more than an optimistic one (although i do think its optimistic, just a bit more so tragic) because i believe that the loss of recovery is painful. its easy to say in narrative analysis that cdream had nowhere to go, that he had to die because he was already 'dead', but i prefer the more realistic approach of people choosing the path of betterment and choosing to go down the hard path of recovery. making better choices for urself and moving forward is imo very hopeful and much more hopeful than the very traumatized person essentially "dying", although im not trying to criticize the ending here and i like it /for/ the optimistic tragedy. i truly believe that nothing is ever too late. really. no matter how unrealistic that is thematically or something like that, the point of the story is breaking the cycle of abuse. c!dream may or may not recover his memories in the new world, and he may have received what he wanted: for everything to be simple again, but the reason the ending feels so hopefully tragic to me at least is because we wouldnt get to see him heal. his hopes were tarnished as quickly as they rose. but im really happy they have a new beginning
Okay but here is the thing I do not get AT ALL about this argument: how exactly is anyone supposed to heal in a toxic environment?
Because the cycle of violence (not abuse, abuse is just a facet of violence) was broken by c!Techno and c!Foolish too, and c!Aimsey did not want to contribute by it. That did not stop them from being roped back into it. That did not stop them from falling back into unhealthy patterns. Because breaking the cycle of violence on an interpersonal level is not the same as breaking the cycle on a systemic level and the system itself was broken irreparably.
Yeah, the idea of c!Dream and c!Tommy reaching an understanding and then getting out of the prison to Heal is all very hopeful and all but... what about the, you know, literal mind control Egg out that's still there? What about the death book? What about the fact that c!Sam and c!Quackity still quite literally exist and, when given opportunity after opportunity of breaking the cycle, simply refused to? What about every single other person in that server that did not break the cycle when c!Dream and c!Tommy did and would, then, just like with c!Techno and c!Foolish and c!Aimsey rope them back in? What about c!Punz, literally still standing in that room, who do we not actually know accepted to let go of the plan? Just because everyone has the ability to break the cycle, that doesn't mean everyone actually does.
It'd be easier, if the world was just c!Dream and c!Tommy and their respective traumas. But it's not. You can break the cycle and choose to heal but as long as the system that perpetuates the cycle still exists then you can never really escape it.
Like this, they got the chance to start over in a world that does not require them to be horrifically traumatized before the opportunity for happiness.
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Ha! A nickname? Cute idea! From now on, I'll end my message with the daisy emoji since that's my middle name and use pops of green in the message.
It absolutely does feel good to be told that! Not to get too side-tracked, but I actually took a break last summer from the boutique because I got a job offer at a startup cosmetics store. I realized pretty quick that that industry wasn't for me lol. It's a great company and I love all the brands as well as products the company carries, though! When I broke the news to my parents, instead of being supportive and saying the things like you said, they just got onto me and was like "Do you even have a job lined up?" and "Why?" Another reason was my mental health was declining, which shocked me, and I now know that one reason was because we had to wear solid black. I love dressing up! Anyways, I swear they just made me feel bad about quitting, but I still did two weeks left because I wanted to (and did) end on good terms with my manager and the company. Irrelevant fun fact: She was actually my manager for this boutique at another location closer to my city in 2022 after I transferred there in March! All of that is a different story lol.
AANNYYWAYSSSS,
I called the manager I used to work with at this boutique in the city we both started in together in 2021, asking if she still needed an assistant manager, and she did, so I went back there in September last year. I love the company and everyone I've worked with from 2021 up to now, but, like I said, it's just boring for me (especially since because I love the arts and creativity) and there's not growth beyond assistant manager. I can become a manager, but there's no telling when that would be. And to be honest, I don't want to wait around any longer to find out. For good. Moving out will change my life and most definitely make me happier. I was on my own in college (I hated where I went!) for 4 years and I LOVED it. I loved and now miss being independent. I am both and introvert and extrovert lol. I want to have holiday parties at my own place!! I'm open to moving to a new city New York or Los Angeles, or even Paris or France (especially considering my bachelor's degree and now master's).
Once again, you're amazing, and thank you so much!! And yes, this will be our year!! I'll keep you posted!!
~🌼
great! so from now on i'll be using a special tag for your asks, so it's easier for you to find my answers (i'm not posting much these days anyway but still i like to keep things organized here 🤭). daisy anon it is! (cute btw!)
see, this is the thing about parents: i feel like they don't really care about your happiness as much as they do about you just doing things right... (not ALL parents, i'm sure some are actually supportive, but i get it cause my mom is the same kind of person lol). it may look like they are trying to force you to do all the things you don't want to do & they think they know exactly what is best for you, when in reality they know shit. i've always felt like the biggest failure because i refused to do exactly what my mom wanted for me (this is the main reason why i moved to the other side of the country lol). it's good that you tried something else tho, at least you know now that it's definitely not for you! but i suggest moving out as quickly as you can, you don't need anyone to tell you what to do, you have to decide for yourself.
like i said before, it's amazing that you want to aim higher. you know exactly what you want from life & you're working very hard to get it. also, i think maybe moving out to a different city would actually help you find a decent job? honestly, living in new york sounds like a dream... (i've never been there but i'm dying to go visit one day). paris on the other hand? one of the most beautiful places on earth. if i were you & i had this opportunity to move there, i wouldn't even have to think twice! like i said before, sometimes you have to take that risk. no one says it's gonna be easy, but damn it might be worth it, you'll never find out if you don't try!
& ngl, your stories are actually very inspiring for me & i started thinking about my life and what i can do to change it & just... simply find my happiness. much to think about.
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For the dear nonny who asked for some of the Tarlos Bodyguard AU this week for WIP Wednesday, and @lilythesilly who always thinks to tag me, I am here with a little bit of fun for you all. (Well, fun for me. You can decide if it's fun for you ;) ) ~*~*~*~
If TK had known it would be the last semi-normal day he would have for a while, he would have done things differently. He’s not sure what exactly he would change. TK just knows that he would have liked the last day of the before to include more than just a walk to get boba and head home. Maybe he wouldn’t have badgered Carlos into letting him walk the distance to his favorite tea shop. Maybe he would have woken up early, insisting they should go to the Smithsonian, knowing the earlier they went, the more likely he would have been allowed to make his way through at least half of one while the Secret Service kept the flow in whatever wing he was in light. Or they could have gone to the botanical gardens and TK could have spent time in a place meant to preserve some of the beauty of the earth for a little while longer. Or he could have brought food by the firehouse to amuse Judd and drive the Secret Service insane. Or a million other options than what was a basic part of his life.
Instead, TK walks down the street, blissfully unaware, boba in hand while Carlos scans the street in the way he always does. It’s a beautiful day and TK is glad he has it off. He’ll work the next few days and then Saturday will hit. They have shortened hours at the gym on Sunday and everyone deserves a break.
“So, what are the odds we can go out this weekend?” TK asks, the invitation for his presence at a new club had skirted across his desk and as he’s making public appearances again, there’d be some perks to it. “There’s this club—”
Carlos shifts his attention so that his head is facing TK. An eyebrow raises above his sunglasses as Carlos asks flatly, “We?”
“Yes. We.”
“Who does we entail?” Carlos tries again, only adding inflection on the word we, before going back to his actual job of scanning the street. 
TK squints at him, because Carlos is being weird. He can’t figure out why though. “Uh, me, my friends and you know, you and the rest of my friendly neighborhood detail.”
TK would joke about not being able to go anywhere without an entourage but it’s not the way he actually wants to live his life. 
Carlos hums noncommittally before saying, “I don’t know. I’ll have to check in with Agent Washington.”
TK sucks hard, pulling up three tapioca balls. He chews on them while he continues walking, considering. Security has been tight for the longest time, even if TK’s allowed outside, Carlos has been edgy since he mentioned the death threats. TK’s still a little upset to find they filter the death threats out of his mail.   
“Things are still weird? You would normally just be upset about it but say yes and grumble about paperwork. It can’t be that much paperwork.”
“Do you know how hard it is to cover you in a nightclub?” Carlos asks, almost absently. He’s looking across the street at one of the brownstones.
“You do such a good job covering me though, Agent Reyes,” TK can’t help but respond.
The comment is pushing things, just a little, and TK knows he shouldn't. Ever since Carlos admited that it's not that TK misread the signals but that Carlos refuses to do anything with the giant pink elephant that sits between them, TK does his best to not lean into it. But sometimes, when the opportunity presents itself, TK has to let a little of the feelings out rather than explode.
He might try to kiss Carlos again.
The snort and brush off TK’s expecting don’t come. Instead Carlos’s voice is harsher than TK’s ever heard it. “Get down!” Carlos tackles him to the ground and something burns TK’s arm. The taro and boba spill as the cup cracks on the pavement. Carlos is on top of TK, one hand cupping the top of TK’s head. He’s entirely enveloped by Carlos and it’s not as hot as any of the dreams TK has been having lately. Probably because this is terrifying. Two thuds reverberate in TK’s ears and Carlos seems to jolt and thud in tandem with them. TK’s brain races through all the possibilities and then his brain alights on what’s happening.
Someone tried to kill him. And Carlos…Carlos took two bullets.
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ELLIOT’S 2022 FIC WRAP UP
writing version / click here for the reading version
i originally wanted to keep track of the amount of words i wrote this year, but that kinda fell apart after a few months. i do know that i didn’t write as much this year as i did the years previous, but hey, i also know i’ve published a total of 110,538 words across 14 fics in 2022, and that’s gotta count for something
so, here’s the list of fics i wrote this year and some thoughts on them (continues under the cut):
dean winchester’s guide to grieving an angel | spn | After Cas dies, Dean feels lost | 1.4k words
this one’s the first fic in my supernatural guides series, and when i wrote this i didn’t even know it would become a series. i’ve tried some new things in this one, specifically how to write about grief and playing around with cas’ trueform. i’ve never called this fic a fix-it, but i guess that’s what it is
the birthday present | spn | Dean’s family surprises him on his birthday | 507 words
this is just a soft little birthday ficlet and another excuse for me to give dean tattoos
time will bring him back to you | spn | After a knee injury, Dean Winchester’s ballet career could very well be over. Refusing to think about it too much, Dean returns to his hometown to take some time off and relax. However, when his old ballet teacher Rowena gets sick he has to take over teaching, and he keeps seeing his ex-boyfriend around town. An ex who he definitely doesn’t have any feelings for anymore… right? Castiel Novak has a good life. He loves his two adopted children, Jack and Claire, and he’s happy with his job as a paramedic. There’s nothing more he needs. Least of all having his ex from back when he was a teenager show up suddenly and distract him from what’s important. Which shouldn’t even be a problem because Cas is totally over him… right? With some meddling from Charlie, Dean and Cas find themselves confronted with feelings they thought were left in the past. | 24k words
okay so while i published this fic in 2022, it was mainly written in 2021. it’s the first time i participated in a big bang type event (deancas pinefest!) and it was such a fun experience. i have done ballet pretty much all my life, so i make ballet aus for pretty much every fandom i’m in, but this is the first one i’ve actually written out! it is very dear to me, and i have more ballet fics in my drafts
castiel’s guide to loving a human | spn | After being rescued from the Empty, Cas is finally allowed to love Dean with all his heart | 2.3k words
here it is, the second part of the supernatural guides series. i never planned for this fic to exist, but i worked off a creator celebration’s prompts and it worked out perfectly! this might be the least angsty fic i have ever written in my life btw
proper pirates have tattoos | ofmd | Before the crew sets sail to follow Blackbeard, Stede gets a tattoo | 720 words
aaand another excuse for me to write about tattoos! funnily enough, i don’t have as much of a desire to write ofmd fic than i do for other fandoms, but this little moment got stuck in my head and i had to get it out
canvas | spn | Claire Novak is a canvas | 1.2k words
a fic about the love of my life claire novak. she is my absolute favourite and i will always jump on any opportunity to a) mess with her gender and b) give her tattoos. this might me my favourite fic i wrote this year, it’s simple, but means so much to me
healing | 911 | Eddie is healing | 100 words
A DRABBLE do you know how hard it is to keep a fic to exactly 100 words?? not easy, especially when you have so much to say about a specific topic (like, eddie’s journey in season 5!!)
the dream goes as follows | spn | dean dreams and he bleeds | 641 words
i’m kinda playing around with imagery in this one, it was fun to write, even though dean is very much not having a good time
home | spn | dean and his home | 100 words
sometimes i look back on my writing and wonder how i did it. i have no idea. i don’t even remember sitting down and writing this. it was just suddenly there. and somehow at perfectly 100 words
cas and dean’s guide to making a home | spn | Cas and Dean buy a house. Now they’re making it their home. | 3.3k words
after writing the previous two guides, i realised that i really liked this universe i’ve created and when another creator celebration with the right prompts came along, the third installment of the guides series was born. it’s a story told through painting walls and i think that’s neat. also, i wrote parts of this while visiting a friend in amsterdam
thread | spn | The thread with which Sam holds himself together | 649 words
ohhh boy okay. a sam character study i came up with after a morning of sewing. i’m very proud of it, however i do think it’s a little cursed
hunting contact | spn | After Hibbing, Jody becomes Donna’s first contact concerning everything supernatural. What starts as professional calls slowly develops into something much more personal, and Jody has to juggle with her job, keeping Donna up-to-date with information on monsters, making a home for Alex and Claire, and realising that there’s more to the blossoming friendship between her and Donna. | 11k words
a jodydonna fic! i’ve wanted to write this one for years, it’s just a comfortable little fic about donna becoming a permanent part of jody’s life. also claire and alex are there and i love them
[insert mamma mia quote here] | spn | Claire Winchester has long resigned to not knowing who their second parent is, but when they find their dad's journal from the summer they were conceived, there's suddenly three possible other fathers. Claire decides to invite them all to their upcoming wedding, convinced that they are going to recognise their father on sight. What could go wrong? Dean Winchester may not understand why his child wants to get married at twenty-two, but he wants to give Claire and Krissy the perfect wedding nonetheless. Now, that would be much easier if there weren't those three guys from his past running around on the island, who cannot under any circumstances find out about Claire. And no, Dean does not still have feelings for one of them. At least that's what he keeps telling himself. | currently at 33k words
BIG SIGH okay. okay. i was supposed to finish this fic within the year but hey, here we are, the last day of 2022, and we’re only slightly over the midway point. i’m a little sad about that actually, cause this fic is so fun! it’s a mix of my favourite things (mamma mia and transnatural) and it is the best thing i have ever come up with. but i am still working on it, so it’s not abandoned! i would never abandon it it’s much too important to me, i’m just inconsistent and can’t stick to schedules
Fire in the Dark | spn | With his brother Sam out of town, Dean and the other forest rangers in his small town in West Virginia must figure out why the forest has become disorienting to those that know it best and, with Cas’ help, concoct a plan that will set it back to normal. | 32k words
okay, first off only around half of the words in this fic were written by me, the other are from ely @/juliept who agreed to try and write a horror fic with me! which was a very fun process. it’s not the first time we’ve co-written, but this one felt different, because i was the one who came up with the concept, and i love how it came to life with our words
eyyyy and that’s it! here’s to many more stories in 2023!!
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