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livelaughlovekny · 1 year

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✦ About Me

✧ Hii! You can call me Lipe and I adore KNY. My updates are infrequent but I'll try to post and reply whenever I can! You can always request as long as it's sfw. Since this is a secondary blog, I won't be able to reply to comments but I really love reading them and they mean a lot to me; don't be shy, I appreciate every ask/request/comment/etc. !! #lipe is procastinating is my goofy tag for my goofy un-fics posts! I can't remember when I started using it though.

✦ Masterlist

✧ Original AU You braid his hair ~ Drabble/Oneshot fluff He plays the "loves me, loves me not" flower game ~ Drabble/Oneshot fluff You consume demon flesh on impulse ~ Drabble/Oneshot fluff (Requested) You take care of him when he's sick ~ Oneshot fluff He writes about you ~ Drabble/Oneshot fluff (Requested) You reunite with him in the afterlife ~ Drabble/Oneshot angsty-fluff (Requested) You and Muichirou got lost ~ Headcanons fluff x Kid AU (Requested) You fold origami and discuss what you want to be with Muichirou ~ Headcanons fluff x Kid AU (Requested) He takes care of you when you're sick ~ Oneshot/Drabble fluff (Requested) You meet young Muichirou and his family ~ Oneshot/Drabble fluff (Requested) He declares his love for you (Original) ~ Oneshot/Drabble angst-comfort You misunderstood him ~ Oneshot/Drabble fluff (Requested) He folds a thousand paper cranes for you ~ Oneshot/Drabble angst He declares his love for you (Rewrite) ~ Oneshot/Drabble angst-comfort ✧ Modern(-ish) AU He is jealous of your plushie ~ Oneshot/Drabble fluff (Requested) He helps with your revision/homework ~ Oneshot/Drabble fluff He comforts you ~ Oneshot/Drabble comfort (Possible series/collection)

✧ Reader x [Item] Headcanons How reader acts before+during+after haunted houses

✦ Take Note

✧ There are some things I will and will not write and here they are!

✧ Will write: Fluff, angst, comfort, manga spoilers, Muichirou x Reader ✧ Will not write: Suggestive, NSFW, toxicity/hate, other ships/characters included in the ship <Muichirou x Reader> ✧ I only write for <Muichirou x Reader> but asking for other characters to be included in the story as side characters are fine!

✧ I try to avoid using pronouns and describing how Reader looks like, but if I do, I will most likely be using they/her pronouns and Reader's gender will be female. I have yet to write about a male Reader but if you would like to see it, do specify so and I'll try my best! However, I do not take detailed descriptions of Reader. Detailed descriptions of the plot you want is alright (and appreciated!!) but I try to keep Reader as neutral as possible so that more people can enjoy the story!

✦ Updates

✧ My posting schedule is really slow and messy so requests may take up to weeks. I might skip requests sometimes if I find myself unable to complete them but you can always re-request or request for another one!

✧ Currently working on: [ON A HIATUS]

a/n: will update whenever i remember [last updated: 8 Sept]

#kny #demonslayer #kny fanfic #masterlist #about the writer #muichirou x reader #lipe is procastinating

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loaksky · 1 year

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you are such a talented writer! i’m taking a creative writing class this summer and i wanna start writing my own fics, do you have any writing tips? like ur process and how tf you pull such wonderful imagery and feeling out of a story?? thank you! xx

hi babes ! sorry it took me a bit to get around to answering this ! thank you so much for such a sweet message AHHH ! i actually took creative writing my senior year of college as an elective and it was SO fun so hopefully you have a blast taking it ! also so excited that you're getting into writing your own fics, it can definitely be a gratifying experience. even though i feel like i'm not qualified to give writer advice, some thoughts are under the cut LMAO <3

my initial thought is gonna sound so unhelpful, but i read this quote / saying somewhere and it's stuck with me since: just write and keep writing after, even if you hate what you write. and the reasoning that came with the quote is that you already have 100 percent more to work with than if you were to write, hate what you produce, and then stop until you feel 'good enough' to go again. you can always revise, you can always edit, you can always delete and rewrite, but you'll have something to work with. this is something i really struggled with in high school when i was really getting into writing.

obviously you don't want to push yourself into a state where you develop an unhealthy relationship with it, but it's just a little encouragement or motivation that i used to remind myself of when i would get in a funk.

some random technical (?) advice in no particular order:

use pinterest for writing prompts, templates (for world building, character building, plot structuring), creating moodboards for your projects, etc. pinterest is my holy grail for writing both fanfiction and regular fiction / personal projects. possibilities are endless with miss pinterest.

said and says can get repetitive, yes, but they are still very useful. if you try to swap out said and says with too many alternatives, you run the risk of compromising reading flow and sounding a little too wordy.

in that same vein, try out different word choices, but be careful with which ones you choose! sometimes (like with said and says), writers will use a thesaurus and pick the 'smartest' sounding word and then it ends up throwing off the way the sentence reads...if that makes sense...i'm rambling now lmaooo

in regards to your specific question about my process:

i'm literally so all over the place. sometimes i'll think of a really cool title and then just run with that.

other times, i'll think of a conflict and craft a plot around the conflict and build outwards.

sometimes i'll already have my ending in mind and backtrack all the way to the beginning. then i'll the time to flesh out the foundation.

i also listen to a lot of music. if you go through my masterlist, you'll probably peep a lot of song titles hahaha. i usually use music as a way to feel out a vibe or write using inspiration from the lyrics.

as mentioned above, i love making moodboards and perusing pinterest !

also, this may sound lowkey crazy, but i love writing as if i'm describing scenes in a movie. or maybe directing a movie? i'm a very sensory person, so i try to make sure i include most, if not all, of the senses when constructing these 'scenes'.

and finally!

just have fun! in both the creative writing class and online, don't let outside pressures like your peers, numbers, or other things get in the way of you creating what you love and being apart of a community. it can be difficult and a little isolating at times, but no matter what, just remember what you went into your endeavors looking for!

ik i was a little all over the place, but this is what i can think of for now because my brain is absolutely fried lmaooo. if you have anymore specific questions: lmk, i love talking n chatting hehe

best of luck to you in your class and i hope you enjoy the journey of writing fanfiction as well! <3

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what-does-the-foxy-say · 2 years

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Stryking Emotions Ch. 1

So, I decided to rewrite the fic I was working on before I disappeared into the ether! Hope you guys like reading the first revised chapter with my OC Katherine Stryker!

"Kat, I need you to stay inside. Don't look out the window and keep the door locked."

"But daddy…"

Kurtis knelt down and hugged his daughter tightly. Outside of their apartment, the city was in chaos as strange creatures began attacking civilians. Kurtis had just picked up Kat from kindergarten when he got a call from Kabal that they were needed.

Kat hugged her father as tight as a 5-year-old could, feeling the stubble on her father's cheek tickle her face.

"Promise you'll be back?" Kat asked as Kurtis put on his SWAT vest and cap. He smiled at Kat as he opened the door.

"I promise."

Even as he gave her his promise, there was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that this was a promise he'll be unable to keep.

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"Stryker, we have an opening."

"Copy that, moving in."

Stryker gestured for her unit to follow her as they quickly moved through a back alley behind the abandoned warehouse. At her side was a large german shepherd in a utility vest. Ahead of her was a secondary unit that scouted ahead for a rear entrance to the warehouse.

"How many did you count?" Stryker asked as she reached the group. She could hear voices from deeper inside the warehouse. To avoid casualties, they had to be quick and quiet.

"About six; we could not confirm how many victims they're transporting."

"That's fine; if we do this right, we'll take them down before anyone gets hurt."

Stryker motioned for both groups to follow her in and stay low. She took the lead with her dog trailing behind her. The group quietly moved around stacks of crates until Stryker could see through a gap into the main warehouse area. As the scout said, ten men surrounded a large shipping crate. From her angle, Stryker could see a couple of women being pushed into the container. As the last person is forced into the container, Stryker gestures for the group to fan out and steps out with her gun drawn.

"NYPD! Everyone, put your hands up!"

The group of men turns to look at her as one, presumably the leader, laughs as he steps forward.

"Well, well, are ya lost, little girl?" He sneers at Stryker as she keeps her gun trained on him.

"This is your final warning; put your hands up and surrender."

The boss laughs again, prompting a couple of the men to laugh.

"You and what army, girlie?"

Stryker smirked.

"This one. Blitz, hemmen!"

Stryker sidestepped him as her dog Blitz launched himself at the boss and clamped down on his arm before he could draw his weapon. Stryker brought the butt of her pistol down on the back of his head as Blitz forced him down. She could hear two of the men curse and footsteps as they charged at her.

Stryker quickly turned, raising her leg and landing a kick to one of the men's stomach as she fired a shot into the other's leg. As if the gunshot was a signal, six men from her unit revealed themselves and pointed their guns at the remaining traffickers. Gunshots echoed through the warehouse as they fired at her unit. Stryker ducked behind a nearby crate and whistled for Blitz. Blitz released the unconscious boss and leapt over the man gripping his bloody leg to join Stryker, waiting for her next command.

Stryker waited for a pause in the gunfire to leap over the crate and charge at the closest trafficker. Before the man could aim his gun at Stryker, she grabbed his arm, twisting it until he released the gun and flipped him over her shoulder. As soon as he hit the ground, she pinned him down with her boot on his back. Around her, the rest of her unit were able to disarm the remaining men and cuffed them. Once she was sure the room was secure, she ran over to the shipping container, which had been closed during the fight. As she opened the doors, she saw about eight people of various ages huddled together in the far corner of the container.

"It's ok; my name is Katherine Stryker. I'm with the NYPD. You're safe now."

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"I'm home," Kat said as she stepped into her apartment, kicking the door closed after Blitz entered after her. By the time Kat made it home, it was a quarter past midnight. Two of the eight trafficking victims were a pair of children that Kat stayed with until they were safe in the local hospital.

"Sorry I'm late; there were these two kids that I just couldn't leave until they fell asleep," she kicked off her boots and walked into the kitchen. On the counter, sitting in a plastic container to keep it fresh, was a blue and black swirled cupcake.

"And the paperwork, oh god, the paperwork! I wish you told me how much paperwork there is in this job," she removed the plastic and placed the cupcake on a small plate, and set a single candle in it, which she lit.

"At least I don't have to drive back here. The traffic was awful from what I saw," she carried the plate, blocking the tiny flame with her hand, so it didn't blow out as she placed it on a table.

"Anyway, at least I'm here now. That's what matters, right?" She picked up a picture frame and smiled lightly. A 5-year-old Kat smiled back at her, her missing front tooth on display as she held onto the straps of her father's uniform vest. She could still hear his voice encouraging her as she stepped on the bus for her first day at kindergarten.

Wiping a stray tear from her eye, she set the photo down and blew out the candle. She looked at her reflection through the photo glass. She shared her father's crooked smile.

"Happy Birthday, daddy."

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Sonya rubbed her eyes as she flipped through another stack of paperwork. The sound of her office door opening made her look up to see Johnny walking in with a small pile of files.

"Are those the potential recruit referrals?" Sonya asked as Johnny leaned against her desk.

"Yeah, I looked through the list for any for our division. There are a few good ones; you might wanna look at them."

"I trust your judgment; just put them in my approval stack."

Johnny raised an eyebrow, sliding the files over to her.

"Are you sure? You might wanna look at this-"

"Johnny," Sonya cut in, pushing the files back. "I have enough to look through already; if you think they'd work with us, then I don't need to look at it."

"Suit yourself," he shrugged, dropping the files into her approval stack. On the top was a file sent from the NYPD.

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Kat yawned, taking a large sip of her now room-temperature coffee. It's common for the station to have a slow day, but this was the third day in a row she was stuck at her desk doing nothing but catching up on her paperwork.

"Stryker."

Kat whipped her head around at the sound of O'Brien, the station's chief, calling for her from his office. She quickly made her way to his office, pausing at the doorway when she noticed another person in his office—one wearing the Special Forces logo on his uniform.

"Stryker, come in. This is Lieutenant Simmons with Special Forces," O'Brien said, gesturing to the man sitting in one of the two free chairs in the office.

"Is everything alright, Chief?" Kat asked, sitting in the free chair when O'Brien gestured for her to sit.

"Everything is fine, Officer Stryker," Simmons said, holding out his hand for her to shake. "You were called in here because we received a file with some of your accomplishments here in the NYPD, and you were chosen to join Special Forces."

"What?" Kat looked between Simmons and O'Brien. "I never applied for Special Forces."

"Could you give us a moment, Lieutenant," O'Brien gestured for Simmons to step out of the office. As soon as the door closed, Kat was on her feet.

"Did you send my file to SF?!"

"Katherine," O'Brien sighed, standing from his seat and walking around his desk to place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I'm getting old; I'll soon be retiring. I won't be able to have a peaceful retirement if I know you're stagnating here for the rest of your career. You're a talented officer; you could help many people outside this district. I'm sure Kurtis would agree with me if he were here."

Kat was silent; she knew he was right. The trafficking incident was the most excitement she had seen in months. Most of the time, she'd be with first responders taking care of car accidents and fires.

"I'm gonna miss you guys," Kat admitted, making O'Brien smile.

"You're always welcome to stop by if you're in the area."

Kat nodded, squeezing O'Brien's hand before stepping out of the office. She could see Simmons was looking at the wall of fallen heroes, a memorial wall that contained photos of all the officers that fell during the attack twenty-four years ago. Simmons, hearing Kat's footsteps, turned to face her.

"Alright, I'll join, on one condition," Kat whistled, and Blitz, who had been napping under her desk, shot up and ran over to her side. "If I'm joining, Blitz is joining."

Simmons chuckled, nodding his head.

"I'm sure we can find a spot for him."

It wasn't long before Kat was riding in a helicopter on its way to the Special Forces base. She had packed a bag filled with her essentials while the rest of her things would be brought to her new apartment in the following weeks. As they landed, Kat saw a man standing by the landing pad waiting for her. She was expecting an officer to meet her when she arrived. Not her movie idol, Johnny Cage.

"Welcome to sunny California!" Johnny said as Kat and Blitz hopped out of the helicopter. "My name is Johnny Cage, and I'll be showing you around today."

"I know who you are," Kat admitted, trying to keep her grin in check. "I'm Katherine Stryker. I've been a fan of your movies since I was a kid."

"Stryker, huh," Johnny shook Kat's hand and gestured for her to follow him. "You wouldn't happen to know-" he paused. "Nevermind. Let's get you situated."

Kat followed Johnny through the base, memorizing where each room was located and the path to reach them. As they walked, she talked about her job at the NYPD and her canine partner. His tour ended in a large training area where she could see a pair of women training with a team of men.

"Alright, team, listen up," Johnny called out to the group. Kat observed the group as they approached Johnny.

It was apparent both women were in Special Forces by their uniforms. One of the men dressed more like a tactical ninja with a bright yellow headband. The other looked straight out of a kung fu movie with an intricately designed bow slung over his back.

"This is Katherine Stryker. She'll be joining the group starting today."

Blitz let out a bark.

"Oh, right," Johnny laughed. "And this is Blitz; he'll be joining as well."

"You sure it's wise to bring a dog?" The man with the bow asked, eyeing her dog with a raised eyebrow. "Pretty sure he'd end up a meal if we ever went to Outworld."

"Jin! Knock it off." One of the women hissed at him before smiling at Kat. "Nice to meet you. Kathrine. I'm Jacqui; this is Cassie, Takeda, and Jin."

"You can just call me Kat; most people do," Kat smiled back. Johnny grinned and placed a hand on Kat's shoulder.

"Well then, now that introductions have been made. Who wants to go against her?"

"Wait, what?" Kat looked between Johnny and the group.

"It's standard procedure," Cassie said, chewing her bubblegum and blowing a bubble that burst with a loud pop. "It's just a quick fight to test your skills."

"I'll do it," Takeda offered, raising his hand. "I could probably take on both you and Blitz."

"Alright, but I'm not gonna hold him back," Kat unhooked Blitz's leash and followed Takeda over to a nearby mat. Jin, Cassie, and Jacqui stood on the sidelines with Johnny. She could faintly hear Jin and Cassie placing bets on who would win.

"Alright, we'll make this quick," Johnny called out. "First one to land on their back loses."

"Sounds fair," Takeda said, hopping lightly on the balls of his feet.

"Fine by me," Kat raised her fists, moving into a fighting stance while Blitz let out a warning growl.

"Alright then, Fight!"

At Johnny's call, Kat whistled for Blitz to follow her as she charged Takeda. As she neared him, she saw him flick his wrists, and two whip-like cables released and swung at her. She ducked under one while the other coiled around her arm as she attempted to block the hit.

"Blitz, hemmen!"

Blitz leaped at Takeda, biting down on his arm and attempting to drag him to the ground. She could feel the cable around her wrist loosen letting her free her arm and grab her nightstick. She moved to bring her nightstick to his back when Takeda raised his free arm to block the strike before she made contact.

"Looks like she has you on the ropes, Tak," Jin snickered, watching as Takeda attempted to shake Blitz off his arm to no avail. Blitz kept a tight grip on his arm. While his armor was able to keep the dog's teeth from digging into his skin, it made it harder for him to break free. Thinking quickly, he released the blades on his free arm's whip and swiped it at Kat, forcing her to back away.

"Call him off, or I'll release the other one," Takeda threatened. When Blitz bit his arm, part of Takeda's whip was caught in his mouth. Kat knew what would happen if the other whip was released.

Kat whistled for Blitz to return to her side. Takeda sighed in relief, glad he didn't have to hurt the dog, and grinned at Kat.

"You're pretty good; I might have to get serious."

"I warned you," Kat smirked, raising her nightstick, "I'm not gonna hold him back."

"Clearly," Takeda released the blades on his other whip and swung them around him like a bladed shield. Kat hesitated as she observed Takeda's movements. If she attempted to get too close, she would more than likely get shredded. He must be planning to keep her at a distance and wait for her to lower her guard and drag her down with those whips.

I promised dad I wouldn't use this, but they want to see what I can do, so I might as well.

Behind the group watching Kat and Takeda's fight, Sonya walked into the training room looking for Johnny. He was supposed to bring the new recruit to her so she could assign the recruit to a unit. Instead, it looks like he dragged them to meet his team without telling her.

"What is going on-"

Sonya was cut off as a pink glow formed in Kat's fist. She let out the energy with a punch, sending a pink ball hurling at Takeda. The ball quickly passed through his whips and hit him squarely in the chest, knocking him off balance and dropping him on his back.

"Well," Johnny said after a moment of stunned silence. "It looks like the winner is Katherine Stryker."

"Kathrine?" Sonya let out a stunned whisper.

#mk #Mortal Kombat #mkx #mortal kombat x #foxy's fics #mk oc

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mresundance · 2 years

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another excerpt from a dune fic i'm working on. i actually had to rewrite the entire sequence this excerpt was lifted from, so. here’s a revised piece.

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You think about him every day. You tell yourself it’s not because you miss him, or want to know him. It’s definitely not because you’re in love with him. You can’t be in love with someone you only knew for half a day. You’re just lonely in that shale hut with your mother, with only the ocean and the fish to talk to. The great ocean is vast and your conversations with him are always fascinating, neverending. But there are times you hunger for something more human. It had been nice to talk to Paul, to let him help you. To not be so alone.

But you know he can’t be anything more than a pleasant fantasy: fine as gossamer and something you will never have. At least that is what you tell yourself in the nights when you touch yourself and think of river-stone eyes.

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You’re cleaning salt off the deck of the Samuel when you see him out of the corner of your eye. At first you think it’s some trick of the early morning light, so you turn and look. A tall, gangly figure plucking his way down the silty footpath from the village. And it’s unmistakably Paul, between the fine features and the dark curls, which you can see even at this distance. Plus, he has that proud, almost haughty gait. You keep looking because you can’t believe it’s actually him. You wonder if your mother’s outburst has made you imagine him for some reason.

He reaches the silvery wood of the docks and you turn back to your ship, wondering if you can perhaps hide from him. Maybe crawl under a sail until he’s gone. You weren’t supposed to see him again. But he’s already spotted you and running down the docks towards you. He’s all limbs, just like a puppy, and it makes you smile just a little.

“Y/n!” he calls, bounding up alongside your ship, green eyes bright and wide, curls wild in his face.

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The cream white shirt he wears billows, making him look even younger and softer. He’s smiling and it’s not a half smile, but full and radiant enough to rival the sun overhead. You’re mesmerized and forget, for a moment, about anything else. There’s nothing left but him, standing on the docks and you, standing in your ship.

He is impossible.

“What are you doing here?” you manage to say after a moment.

“Lydia said you’d be down here,” he replies.

“I haven’t seen you in two weeks,” you sputter.

You definitely didn’t mean to say that, because it made you sound like some love-struck idiot who’s been pining away.

He blinks at you.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “It’s been hard to get away. But I’m here now. What are you doing?”

And just like that he’s back as though he’s never been absent, as though he’s always been part of your days.

@migwayne

#mre fic #mre fanfic #paul atreides #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides x you #paul atreides x male!reader #paul atreides x trans!reader #excerpt #fic excerpt #beyond the endless ocean

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Thesis

After a bad day, Colson comes over to take care of you, only to find out about a secret you’ve been keeping from him.

Request: “I was wondering if you could do a Kells fic where he's dating the reader and finds out she is c*tting, and helps her. Its total ok if you aren't comfortable writing this though 🖤”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: discussion and depictions of self-harm, cursing, angst

A/N: Gonna get really serious with this one: If you are struggling with self-harm (in all forms, not just those discussed in this text) or issues with your mental health, please reach out to someone! Family, friends, anyone. I know it’s hard and you may feel like no one cares, but I promise someone does. If you don’t feel comfortable telling someone you know, message me. My page is a safe space and I will never judge you. I promise you, the world is a much better place with you in it and you deserve to take up space, you deserve to be happy.

On that note, do not read this if you feel it may be triggering to you, please.

Word Count: 2457

You sighed as you read the email subject Re: Y/L/N Final Thesis Revised 2. Every time your doctoral advisor sent you an email in response to any work on your thesis, it wasn’t good.

Ms. Y/L/N,

I regret to inform you that the corrections that you have made are still not adequate enough for submission to the board. Please read my notes attached for further work to be done.

You didn’t even bother reading the rest of the email, instead choosing to slam your head down against your wooden desk. “Fuck!” You yelled to your empty house.

You had rewritten your doctoral thesis 4 times already and submitted for approval twice, both of which were rejected. Your advisor was trying to be patient with you, but you could tell his tolerance was running low. “What am I doing wrong?” You whispered to yourself, closing your eyes as you let your head rest against the wood.

Maybe you’re just not smart enough. That unhelpful voice in your mind chimed in, making you groan. Seriously though, if you were smarter, then you would have been approved already.

Your chest started tightening and you felt nauseous, tears coming to your eyes. You reached around for your phone, hearing Colson’s voice in your mind. “If you have a bad day, text me. You can always talk to me.”

Hey

You texted him, hoping he would respond soon. Your breathing was getting heavier and you just wanted to talk to someone that wasn’t the voice in your head.

Hey, I’m in the studio rn, everything ok?

My thesis got rejected

Again :(

I’m sorry babe

Wanna see you

Colson didn’t answer for a few moments, and you had a feeling he was letting out a frustrated sigh. You hated bothering him at work, it always made you feel like a nuisance to him.

I can’t leave right now

You’ll be okay

It’s just a paper

Now it was your turn to let out a sigh. Colson didn’t exactly understand why this was so important to you. Every time you got upset after it didn’t turn out well, he told you the same thing, “It’s just a paper, you can just rewrite it.”

But it’s not just a paper. It’s currently the only thing standing between you and a doctorate degree. And you’ve rewritten it four times before.

He’s just sick of you whining about it.

You annoy him

He doesn’t care about you

You got up from your desk and made your way to the bathroom, not sure if you were going to throw up or do something worse. The voice kept speaking, her incessant words running through your head.

You know what’ll make you feel better.

And you did. You had been trying to stop, and you were doing pretty good until a few weeks ago. Up until that point it was rare, a few times a month. Now it was 4 times a week; more days than not.

You reached under your bathroom counter, pulling out the small, inconspicuous makeup bag. You brought it over and set it on the edge of the bathtub, sitting on the floor next to it.

The zipper felt familiar under your fingers as you pulled it, the metal coming into view. Your secret stash of hellish paradise.

You pulled one of the razers out, feeling the coolness on your skin. Pulling up the sleeve of your sweater, you placed the sharp edge against the fragile skin on your wrist. You took a deep breath as you slid it across the skin, not even wincing at the pain. The blood rolling out of the wound was beautiful to you, a therapy in itself. You laid the arm over the bathtub, taking another slice at your wrist.

You had to be careful not to go too close to the hand or else the sweaters you wore could ride up and expose you, and you couldn’t make too many cuts or someone would be bound to notice.

Once you had made 4 slits in your skin, you stopped. The razor fell to the edge of the bathtub as you watched the blood drip down your arm, gravity pulling it towards your hand to pool in your palm. As fucked up as it was, you liked the view. The pain barely registered to you anymore.

It felt like all the fears were draining from your body with the blood. You knew it would all come back eventually, but in this moment, you felt peace. Your stomach stopped turning and your chest loosened. And for just a little while, the voices in your head were gone.

You laid there for probably 30 minutes, the peaceful silence engulfing you. Eventually you came back to your senses, realizing the mess you had made. You sighed, standing up and turning the faucet on. You watched the blood that sat in the tub wash away before running your arm under the water. It stung a bit, but the blood disappeared from your arm, leaving you with the visual of 4 dark red cuts.

Once the tub was clean, you moved to the cabinets under the sink again, this time grabbing a package of band-aids and covering the marks that were bleeding slightly after the water pressure opened them up again. You ran the blade under water from the sink to clean it before throwing it back in the bag and hiding it. Satisfied that all evidence of your sins was gone, you pulled down the sleeves of your sweater and made your way to your couch to watch a true crime documentary.

A little over a half hour later Colson texted you.

Picking up your favorite food :)

Be over in 10

You smiled at your phone for a second before guilt crept into your mind. How could you think that he doesn’t care about you? He’s never done anything but love you.

You are the world’s worst girlfriend.

You bit your lip, trying to make the thoughts go away. You didn’t want to be upset when Colson got there, it would spoil his whole night.

It didn’t quite work, but you were able to put on a fake smile when he got to your door. He set the bags of food on your coffee table before flopping on top of you on the couch. His face buried into your neck, pressing soft kisses onto the skin all over. He did this whenever he knew you were sad, it made you laugh.

He sat up, looking down on you, “how’s my girl doing?” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Better now that you’re here.” You mumbled, throwing your clothed arms around his middle and pulling him back against you. He chuckled and flipped you around so his back was against the couch and you were resting on his chest.

You smiled at him, you don’t deserve him, the voice screamed. You ignored it, burying your head into his shirt, the smell of him filling your nose. “What’re we watching?”

Your voice was muffled by the fabric, “The Vanishing of Elisa Lam.”

He looked up, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “of course we are.”

“We can watch something else.” You mumbled. Colson chuckled and sat up, pulling you with him to rest in his lap, your back against his chest.

His long arm reached to grab the food off the table, setting one box in your hands. “Your weird true crime show is fine, babe. You choose tonight.” He kissed your cheek, making you smile and sink further into his chest.

A little while passed and you had both finished your food, placing the empty boxes on the table. Colson’s arms were around your waist and you moved to hold his hands. You had tried wrapped your palm over the back of his hand, but he flipped his hand so his palm encased yours. As the documentary played, he began to rub circles into your skin subconsciously, moving down your wrist slowly.

In his arms you momentarily forgot about your session in the bathroom from earlier, but when his thumb brushed against the bandage on your arm you were shocked back into reality. “What’s that?” He mumbled, chin resting on your shoulder and looking down to the shirt sleeve.

“Nothing, I cut myself doing dishes earlier.” You lied, it being second nature at this point.

Colson’s hand moved to the edge of your sleeve, moving to roll it up. “You’re so clumsy sometimes.”

You yanked your arm out of his hand as you felt the fabric moving up, “what are you doing?” You asked, holding your arm closer to yourself subconsciously.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “I was gonna kiss it better.” He mumbled.

“It’s fine, you don’t need to.” You sighed, turning your attention back to the TV. He didn’t like that answer and based off of your reaction, he could tell something was up.

He reached to hold your arm again, and you relaxed into his touch, thinking he would just hold your hand. Instead, he dragged your sleeve up your arm, exposing four band-aids on your wrist and older, exposed scars.

“Colson!” You yelled, standing up and wiggling out of his grasp.

He had a shocked expression on his face that slowly turned into a mixture of concern and hurt. He tried to form words but was struggling. Finally, he got out a whispered “why?”

You bit your tongue, arms wrapped around your body as you faced away from him. Your breathing got heavy and you could feel tears coming to your eyes. He’s definitely gonna leave you now.

When you didn’t respond he stood up slowly, walking towards you and wrapping his arms around you. His lips met the top of your head briefly before replacing them with his chin.

The feeling of his embrace was enough to send your walls crashing down, tears finally falling down your face. You shook in his arms, your knees buckling under you. He whispered as he held you up, “hey hey hey hey, I’m here, baby. I’m right here. You can talk to me.” He led you back to the couch, pulling you back into his lap. You turned towards him and buried your face into his chest. His arms wrapped around you tighter than they ever had before.

Your sniffles filled the room, followed by your quiet “I’m sorry.”

Colson shook his head, taking your face in his hand and moving it away from his skin so you were forced to look at him. “You don’t have to be sorry.” You nodded and he slowly wiped the tears from under your eyes. The soft motion made you calm down ever so slightly. After a few minutes of being held, your sobs stopped, tears not falling as hard. “Can we talk about this.”

You sniffled but nodded your head, your eyes not meeting his. “I’m not gonna be upset with you, or angry. I just need you to be honest with me, okay?” He asked, his blue eyes searching your face. You simply nodded again, turning your head all the way down so your nose was parallel to the floor. The top of your head pressed against Colson’s chest.

“How long?” His voice was a whisper, but it held an infinity of emotion.

You mumbled out a response, “a while.” You could feel how fast his heart was beating, “Before I met you. It’s just gotten a lot worse lately.”

He nodded, sucking his lips in. “Why didn’t you talk to me? You know you can always talk to me, darling.”

New tears fell from your eyes. “I tried to.” You whispered, feeling guilty. His hand moved to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear.

He took a few moments to remember what you were talking about before he sighed. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that you were so upset. I didn’t know.” He whispered, “But I know now, so from now on you gotta tell me if you feel like doing this to yourself.”

You nodded against him. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying that. Don’t be sorry, why are you sorry?” He asked

You shrugged, “sorry you have to deal with me.”

He grabbed your face again, this time forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Don’t ever say that again. Okay? I fucking love you. You’re going through some shit right now, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop loving you. I don’t want you to ever think that.” As he spoke his harsh tone got softer, quieter.

“I just don’t feel like I’m good enough, for anything.” You slumped into him, your head laying on his shoulder.

His arms pulled you further into him, “Y/N, you are the smartest, most amazing, most beautiful person I’ve ever met. You’re literally about to become a doctor! That’s fucking incredible. I am so proud of you.”

“’m not really gonna be a doctor.” You mumbled, “I can’t get this fucking thesis approved.”

He sighed into your hair, “You are going to get through this. You have worked your ass off to get here, I know you’re not gonna let a stupid paper get in your way.” He pressed a kiss into your hair and you looked up to him, a pout still on your face. “Baby you aren’t just good enough, you’re better. I know it feels shitty right now but you’re gonna get through this. And I’m gonna be right here with you.”

He leaned down and pressed a deep kiss to your lips. It took a second, but you kissed him back. “Thank you.” You whispered when you pulled away, reaching up to wipe your tears away with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“I love you.” He whispered, “do you think we could throw your blades away?” He asked softly.

“I might need your help.” You whispered. He nodded, lifting you off his lap and standing up. He grabbed your hand and you led him to your bathroom. You found the bag and handed it to him. “I can’t…” You whispered, trying to stop the tears you felt behind your eyes.

Colson nodded, taking it from you and opening it, frowning at the metal inside. “I don’t want to throw them away here, because you could get them out of the trash later. So, I’m gonna take them back to my house tomorrow and I’ll throw them out there.”

You nodded, hand squeezing his. You moved closer to him, resting your free hand on his shoulder, and pressing your cheek against his chest. “I love you.”

He smiled down at you, wrapping his arm around you, “I love you too.”

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violetnotez · 4 years

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Actions Are Louder Than Words- Pro Hero! Deku x Reader

So Im currently StruGgling through a Bakugo fic rn, which Im so mad about...so here’s a quick Deku rewrite of mine until I post that fic!

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2500+

Warnings: mentions of wounds

Summary: Izuku comes to your home mysteriously one night, injured and in his hero suit- and you’re the only one who can fix him up.

One Shot

(RULES | MASTERLIST| REQUESTS OPEN!!! :))

For some reason, your room was extremely hot.

It made sense, in the middle of July, but you hated it. Your clothes stuck to your body like glue, making every movement feel sticky and humid.

You had decided to go to sleep at a late time, hoping that maybe when the sun went down, the coolness of night would suppress itself into your room.

You had opened up your window just a little to help with that, which brought the sounds of the city to your room. You were on the 4th level of your apartment complex, so the sounds weren’t so loud that you couldn’t stand it. You looked out, feeling a luke warm breeze, imagining your best friend, Izuku Midoriya, doing his daily hero rounds, that infectiously warm grin plastered on his face. You smiled to yourself.You secretly loved Izuku, every since he told you about One For All. The fact he trusted you with something so important, and finding out he was the one doing all those good deeds pushed your over the edge. You had began to like him before that moment, because of his sweet and respectful demeanor (not to mention he was extremely attractive), but you were in the awkward of stage of where you didn’t know where your heart stood. But now, it knew exactly where it wanted to be: standing next to Izuku.

You sighed, feeling reality sink in. Izuku would never go out with you, you thought. Izuku was too good for you- you were his loyal best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

This thought made your chest throb, but you would get over heartache. You always did.

You left the window open, the curtains billowing slightly in the warm breeze. You crawled into your sheets, feeling the soft cool of the material, knowing that they would soon turn warm due to your body heat. You thought, drowsy from staying up so late now, that it would be best to go to sleep soon, and with that, a wave of slumber took over your body.

You felt as if you had slept for 10 minutes when you abruptly woke up to a loud crash in your room. You jumped up in your bed, feeling your shirt sleeve slip down from your sleep sluggish body. You looked around for the source of the noise, fear clawing your stomach in an iron grip. You almost screamed, but your throat closed in from terror. There was a dark outline of a body on the floor, looking like it jumped into your room from the open window. You stared at it, not believing what had just happened. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, hearing the cars below you honk and the engines whir.

You began spotting details: a gloved hand, red boots, teal fabric… “Deku?” You asked thickly, your voice sounding groggy from your nap.

The body pushed itself off the floor, laying itself against your dresser.The person sighed in relief, looking at you with huge eyes that glinted in the street’s warm light from below.

“Hi y/n,” the person chuckled nervously, the voice immediately soundly like Midoriya when he was flustered.

You heard a grimace in his voice as he grabbed his side.“Izuku!? Are you okay!?” you asked in shock, feeling way more awake than before. This was one of your worst fears- him getting hurt. It was bound to happen, with all the shady characters he’s always fighting, but you couldn’t bear the thought of Izuku getting attacked- or worse.

“Yeah Im fine- just- mmph- got a little scratch, nothing bad, Im fine...please don’t worry-.”

You jumped up , tearing the sheets away from you. You crouched next to Izuku, seeing the light scratches littering his face, illuminated from the streetlights below.

“If you were fine, you wouldnt be in my room.” you replied with a sad smile, trying to keep your voice down in order to not wake up your neighbors.

You freaked out inside- Izuku Midoriya was in your room, hurt, but in full hero gear. Izuku Midoriya. Had to be in your room. Your crush. You felt the heat rise in your face, cursing yourself for always acting like some love sick school girl around him.

“I’m sorry, you know I wouldn’t want to put you in any danger on purpose, its just I needed a quick escape, and I just saw that your window was open, so I-

”“Jumped in?” you finished his sentence.

“Yeah- something like that,” he laughed quietly, looking slightly at the floor, but laughing seem to be too excruciating because he made another painful grunt.

“Izuku,” you pleaded, losing your weak joking manner, “what happened? Where are your hurt?”

“No, no, I’m fine!” he insisted, looking at you with fear, failing at convincing you.

You gave him a look that clearly showed you didnt believe a single thing that had just came out of his mouth.

“Izuku,” you told him sternly, “tell me. Please.”

“Im okay I swea-”

“I swear to God Izuku Mirdoriya if you say your ‘fine’, which your clearly not, I will call your mom.”

You knew the last person he wanted to drag into this was his mother, and you didn't want to either. She was a sweet woman, but extremely overprotective of Izuku, for all the right reasons. You knew Izuku didn’t want to worry her, and even though you felt a little guilty for being unable to tell his mom all the things she should probably know that happens to Midoriya, you couldn't bring yourself to break your unspoken promise.

You didn’t want to play the “Mom” card on him, but you could tell Midoriya was in alot of pain- anything you could help him with, you were going to do it. Whether he admitted to it or not.

“No y/n, please,” Izuku said quickly, fear suffocating his voice. Guilt rose in your stomach, but you shoved it down as he asked, “you wouldn’t, right?”

“Izuku…” you sighed as you hugged your knees to yourself. You didnt want to- but there was a considerable difference between want and need.“You know I wouldn’t tell her unless I needed to- if your hurt only a little, we can fix it- but if you need medical attention, of course Im telling her. But for right now-if youll be quiet and let me help you-I wont say a word to her.” you added the last part as a slight joke, smiling so Izuku knew you weren’t trying to intentionally be mean.

He chuckled, stating softly, “You always are the one that wants to fix me up.”

“It’s what I do best,” you smiled.“Alrightie Deku-lets check the damage.”

You quickly changed the subject, seeing that you had brought Izuku’s wall down and you could easily sneak in to get to what you needed to do.

Izuku sighed hesitantly, stilling holding his side. He raised his hand slowly, showing a cut in the side of his suit, the fabric fraying back. You gulped, suppressing panic, and this time, anger.Who could do this to Izuku? YOUR Izuku?

You quickly got up to reach for your nightstand, feeling Izuku’s eyes follow you. You grabbed your phone, bringing the flashlight to its brightest level. You were focused and nervous at the same time, your hands trembling at the thought of touching Midoriya.You sat back down in front of him, pointing the light at his chest. You didn’t look at the angry gash across his chest, but at those big green eyes that somehow always make your heart stop beating.

“Is it-okay-if I….” you stumbled, nerves coming through thickly in your voice.

“Sure,” Midoriya replied an octave too high. He cleared his throat, trying again. “I mean-yeah yeah, go for it….”

You smiled to yourself, thinking how much of a cute dork Midoriya was, even when he was injured.

Even though Izuku was hurt, he could only focus on you. He felt comfortable with you, but extremely nervous. He never had a girl so close to him before, especially one he liked- the “like like” kind. He hated himself for thinking it was a good idea coming into your room at 1 in the morning, dragging you into his problem, and the fact he was actually, in some ways, enjoying this- you giving him your full attention, the feeling of your hands brushing his skin- made him shiver in the best way possible.Your hand shook as you gingerly reached to pull back the ripped fabric on his chest, while the other held the flashlight as steady as you could.

“Tell me if I do anything to make it hurt, Kay?” You instructed.

Izuku simply nodded, and you braced yourself for the worst.

Your expression was as if made of steel, determined and persistent.You gently drew the teal fabric away more , showing more skin. The slit of fabric was a clean one-it was hard to see what was under. All you could really make out was bruising and a cut-but couldn’t really assess the damage.

“I can’t see anything- the cut is too covered in the suit,” you exhaled as you moved away from Izuku, making him feel almost cold without your hand on his side.You looked at him, hoping he couldn’t see the red rising in your face. You had just thought of a solution to your problem, but didn’t know how Izuku would take it.

“So-I’m gonna grab a first aid kit- but I’m gonna need you to-um,” you cleared your throat, nerves coating your throat like a thick film, “I need to you to-take off.. the suit-“You wanted to kick yourself for actually saying this out loud. You sounded stupid! Asking him to take his suit off! This was too intimate, too weird for your relationship dynamic- but you secretly hated yourself more for wanting it to happen.

You panicked, trying to revise what you had just said, “You don’t have to take off the whole suit- just to your waist-you seriously don’t have to do this, I don’t even know why I said it, we could figure something else out-“

“I’ll do it,” He interjected quietly, looking straight at you, making your heart jump.

Izuku was terrified to say the least at the thought of showing his bare chest to you, but- he liked the feeling of your skin on his. It felt like such an adrenaline rush. He was intoxicated by the feeling- it was like everything was at peace with the world as his skin tingled with a charged energy he couldn't describe.

“It’s better if we do it like this,” he added, “If I have to go to a hospital, it’ll be all over the press tomorrow. I dont really care to see myself all beaten up on the news,” He smiled weakly, attempting at making the mood lighter so you wouldn't feel as nervous..

“Okay,” you exhaled, smiling back, relieved Izuku didnt take anything you said the wrong way, “if you say so.”

You stood up, trying to avoid Izuku’s gaze.“I’m going to go get the first aid stuff, and you just-” You waved your hand around Izuku, motioning up and down at his body. “So- yeah,” you added in a nervous laugh, brushing your hair away from your face.

He smiled at your obvious flusteredness, grateful he wasn’t the only one.

Walking to your connected bathroom, your head swarmed with doubt.Maybe- this was a bad idea. Maybe he should go to the hospital- he could be really injured and you both would never know until it was too late. But… Izuku didn’t want anybody to know… and you promised you would help him until he needed actual medical attention. Worst comes to worst you could call All Might- he’d know what to do. Until then, you’d take care of Midoriya yourself.

You entered your bathroom, and rummaged in your cabinets until you found a white plastic case with a large red cross emblem on the front. You grabbed the handle, pulling it close to you and tiptoed out of the room, praying your neighbors didn’t hear you from the other side of the hallway.

Izuku was in the same position as you left him, except that his suit was gathered around his navel. You could make out Midoriya’s bare shoulder, a shadow in the dim glow of the streetlights below. You quickly looked down, feeling heat rise to your face, not knowing what to do.

You sat back next to Midoriya, rummaging in the box, trying not to look at him. You never really thought of it, but Midoriya was super fit. Like- to the point that you wondered how the hell someone could have so much muscle. Midoriya was built extremely thin and lanky- how was that even possible?!

Your cheeks instantly got redder.

“You alright?” Midoriya asked sweetly, making your pulse jump up.

“Yeah, Im fine- actually I should be asking you that, youre the one with the injury,” you stated, trying to keep your voice under control as you looked for stuff- god, you were a mess right now.

“Im fine if youre fine,” he answered innocently, giving you a reassuring smile which made you think you couldnt love him even more- he was injured, and he was making sure you were okay.

God why was he such a good person?!

You gave a small smile thanking him.

”Thanks,” you said, as you tied your bed hair back.“Im sorry I cant turn on any lights, I just dont want my annoying neighbors complaining about me again, there honestly crazy…”

“Oh, youre good!” he whispered, “Just- thanks for doing this for me. You really dont have to do-”

“Midoriya, please, you literally cant walk.” you stated sarcastically, knowing full well Izuku could probably take the pain but you werent letting him go home over your dead body.

“Thats true,” he chuckled, wincing again from the pain. You went to touch him, not knowing what to do to leviate the pain- except, fix it.

“Alright, we need to see what’s wrong- ready?” you asked hesitantly, trying to sound strong.

Midoriya nodded his head, a determined look on his face.

“Ready.”

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chelsfic · 4 years

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Chapter 6/18 - Safety - Bucky Barnes x OC Soulmate AU

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Summary: Soulmate AU! Bucky/OC. Our soulmarks appear at the moment of our soulmate’s birth. The Asset’s mark appears in the Spring of 1987. The words imprinted into the skin of his forearm. “Please! Don’t hurt me…”

A/N: I wrote this fic over the course of 2017-2018 and it was originally published on AO3. Recently, I decided to do some light revisions in order to fix inconsistencies in the POV, some awkward diction and typos. Please note–I’m aware that a lot of people love this fic just as it is. This is not a rewrite, I won’t be changing major plot points and I’m purposely leaving most of the writing alone. Just sprucing it up. Since I wrote this before I started posting fic to Tumblr, I decided to take the opportunity of posting the revised chapters here as I edit them. If you got to the end of this A/N: thank you!!!

Warnings: Kidnapping, Angst, Violence, Eventual happy ending

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The windows of the (clearly stolen) SUV were tinted almost totally black. There was no hope that anyone in a passing car would be able to discern Sophie through the window--so that avenue of seeking help was cut off. Even if she was daring enough to attempt a tuck and roll in the middle of a highway she couldn’t. He’d tied her wrists together with a nylon cord and roped them to the headrest in front of her. This not only impeded her from unbuckling her seat belt and opening the door, it also meant that she couldn’t lean back in her seat or lower her arms. So this was her state: arms numb and tingling, head aching from all the crying she’d done, body sore from her brief but intense struggle with the man, and the muscles of her lower back forming into one giant knot.

And she had to pee.

Awesome.

She squirmed in her seat for the millionth time in a vain attempt to seek comfort in an alternate position. She hadn’t spoken since he’d loaded her into the car almost an hour before, but she couldn’t take it anymore. She wiggled her hands through the gap at the bottom of the headrest so her fingers could nudge the back of his neck. Even now, she felt the tingle ripple through their soul bond when she touched his skin. This is so messed up.

“Hey, um, you. Man, I wish I knew your name... Maybe we could pick one?” he continued to glower stormily ahead, ignoring her chatter. His silence, like everything else about him, unnerved Sophie. “C-can we please stop soon? I have to use the bathroom.”

Maybe politeness was the way to go. If she couldn’t escape she was going to have to change his mind about whatever mission he was so hell bent on completing. She knew that he felt guilty about putting her through all this, she could feel it. So, he was conflicted but he didn’t think he could disobey orders from whoever was controlling him. Maybe she could work with this. They had a soulbond after all...she could really lay it on him and go for the guilt factor.

“Please! I’m hungry too. I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.”

There it was. She felt the flair of guilt radiate through their bond. And something else. He was irritated with himself. Had he seriously forgotten about food?

“You have to feed me, you know. That’s, like, the care and keeping of soulmates 101. Food. And, you know, being nice to each other…”

He sighed quietly. “There’s a rest stop a few miles ahead. Will you make it?”

“Yes!” she squeaked hopefully. She returned to her quest for a more comfortable position, but left her fingers where they were, gently brushing the back of his neck. He hadn’t told her to move them after all. And even after all of this, physical contact with her soulmate felt...comforting.

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The soldier had never considered what it would be like when he met his soulmate. He’d never had much time to consider anything outside his missions. He had the vaguest memory of the day they first discovered the mark. He’d felt...hope? It was the smallest spark but it was there, a seed planted within him all those years ago. Now she was here. But everything was wrong. He tried to think back to what he knew of soulmates and bonds. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be, was it? She wasn’t meant to be another mission. She was different, special. He felt the strong desire to protect her and keep her safe. He longed to hold her close to him but the exigencies of the last twelve hours had not allowed it. And now he had her tied up in the back of a stolen vehicle on their way to a Hydra conditioning center. This was all wrong.

When she said she was hungry he hated himself for not thinking of it last night. He’d taken her from her home when she was clearly already exhausted, driven her out of the city against her will, yelled at her, demeaned her, been physical with her and handcuffed her to a bed. And he’d neglected to consider her most basic human needs.

They pulled into the parking lot of a busy highway rest stop. He parked the vehicle and turned in his seat, looking at her with hesitation clearly written on his face. She seemed to read his expression. Or maybe she felt it through their bond. He could certainly feel her. She sent him a wave of comforting assurance.

“I...I won’t try to get away or anything. You don’t have to worry about that.”

She looked profoundly sad having to say those words. And the soldier felt another stab of self hatred that he had made her feel that he was someone to be escaped. He gave a single nod, took out his dagger and sliced through the cord connecting her wrists to the head rest. She nearly moaned in relief as her aching arms finally fell downward. He reached around the seat and gently unwound the cable from her wrists, wincing as the reddened skin beneath was revealed. He took a moment to rub up and down her arms, stimulating blood flow. The act of touching her seemed to fire his nervous system and the strange, invisible bond between them thrummed inside his chest. He tried to ignore the sensation. The girl sat there, eyes wide as saucers, staring at him.

He felt awkward as he spoke, “We’ll go inside and get something to eat.”

She gave him the smallest most pitiful smile and it quickly fell from her lips. But still, it touched the cold depths of his heart.

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Inside the lobby of the rest stop, Sophie stood awkwardly at the man’s side. It was designed sort of like a mall food court with a few different food stalls lining the wall, a convenience store in one corner and a large bathroom entrance tucked into another corner. She shifted back and forth on her feet a little. He noticed her discomfort and immediately stalked toward the restrooms, his hand gently grasping her elbow.

“I’ll wait right here,” he said, indicating the spot immediately outside the ladies room. She nodded and went inside. She could still feel the tumult of his emotions riding through the soulbond. It pained her to feel her soulmate so conflicted. But the pain was justified, after all. This was not how it was supposed to be. She shuffled into the ladies room and made her way to the nearest stall. The bathroom was huge and she didn’t have to wait, thank God.

When she was finished she stood at a long bank of sinks rinsing her hands and staring at herself in the mirror. She looked...not good. She stood there for several minutes, allowing the never-quite-warm-enough water of the tap to run over her hands as she stared ahead. Her mind was blank, as if it’d had enough frantic thinking for one day and had given up. She nearly screamed when a redhead, slightly taller than herself slid up behind her and spoke into her ear.

“Sophie, follow me quietly we’re leaving here. I’m taking you someplace safe, understand?”

She locked eyes with the woman in the mirror, clearly weighing her options. Sophie had no idea what she was caught up in and didn’t know for sure that she’d be able to differentiate between help or danger. But something in the woman’s crystalline green eyes conveyed her sincerity and she silently nodded, following her into a supply closet at the back of the bathroom she hadn’t even noticed. As they entered she realized it wasn’t a closet at all, but a service corridor with an exit to the outside. The woman slunk ahead of her, cracked the exit door open and motioned to someone outside. Before she knew what was happening the woman was gone and she was being ushered into yet another nondescript vehicle by a couple of stoic looking men in dark suits. They shut the door behind her and she was alone. The A/C in the car blasted and she shivered against the cool leather upholstery.

About half a minute after they’d stuck her in the car she heard distant shouts and pops like fireworks...or guns. Then she felt the sickening tug on her soulbond. He was in pain, and panicked. She sensed his worry for her and his fear and confusion. She threw open the car door and burst forward, fully intending to find him and make sure he was okay. The men in suits immediately grabbed her and refused to allow her to leave.

“Let me go, please!” she shouted. “He needs me! He’s hurt!”

“Calm down, miss. Barnes will be just fine. Orders are to capture not kill.” She realized this dumb dumb had meant to comfort her, but the words capture and kill weren’t really doing it.

She growled furiously and struggled against them but they wouldn’t budge. She could still feel the man’s fear pulsing into her. In desperation she tried to comfort him, sending him waves of affection and peace. But if they got through to him she couldn’t tell.

She heard a tinny voice coming over a radio, “Suspect in custody. Is Ms. Reynolds accounted for?”

One of the men pulled a walkie talkie from his hip and responded, “We have her, Sir.”

“Alright, everyone proceed to SHIELD HQ, we’ll be right behind you.”

Sophie didn’t have time to consider what was happening as the men herded her back into the freezing cold car. She could only ponder the sudden quiet that had come over her bond mate.

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storyofmychoices · 4 years

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Recent Fic List #4

Tumblr tags seem to still be hit or miss, so I figured I would just keep doing these recent fic summary posts every few weeks for anyone who wants to keep up with what I’m writing :)

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Thomas Hunt x MC/Alex Spencer [HWU] {RCD}

The Bogart Diaries #3: Naptime: A short drabble about a sleepy Bogart and a sleepy Alex

Not So Subtle: Alex teases Thomas During a party and gets a little carried away

Keep Smiling: Thomas writes love letters to his children about the first time they smiled.

Universal Language (a Baby Hunt drabble) : Thomas has been reading a bunch of pregnancy and baby books/research. He puts some of it into practice.

The Bogart Diaries #4: Splish Splash: Bogart gets his first bath

Thomas Hunt x MC/Alex Spencer [Hollywood U] & Ben Park (#LoveHacks)

HWU105: One Step Forward, Two Back : Alex, Holly, and Ben present Hunt with the new/revised script... they eagerly await his thoughts.

HWU106: Moving Forward: With a new script, production on the film is ready to get back underway, they just need to fill a few positions first.

HWU107: a client, a star: Superstar agent Ethan Blake is looking to sign a new client in Hollywood U’s newest arrival, Ben Park

Beckett Harrington/Emma Carlyle

Detention XII:reflection: Beckett and Emma grow closer together while serving their detention sentence in the library from the beginning of book one. (each part in the series is a standalone)

Bryce Lahela x MC/Olivia Hadley

(Not So) Helpless: Rewrite/Extension of OH2 Ch9, instead of June comforting attacking MC in the closet when she’s upset, Bryce finds her and reminds her of who she is.

For Science: Olivia has a proposition she needs Bryce’s help with... a fluffy drabble

Room Warming: Bryce has a surprise for Keiki to make things more permanent for her in Boston.

Coordinates: Bryce has a surprise for Olivia and a questioned to ask her.

Mal Volari x MC/Daenarya

Tempting Turquoise: Extension of the scene in Chapter 3 when Mal shows MC the ocean for the first time

One More: Post Blades Book 1: Mal has established a successful orphanage and the children cannot get enough of his stories.

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If you wish to be tagged in any fics/pairings, just let me know :) Thank you for all the love and support! <3

#thomas hunt #bryce lahela #mal volari #open heart #hollywood u #red carpet diaries #bolas #blades #fan fiction

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egg2k16 · 4 years

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40 Fanfic Q’s Answered

the server wants answers, and they want them now!!! from this post

1. Describe your comfort zone—a typical you-fic.

Smut and pining all the way. Also, falling in love via laughing

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

Eh...I don’t think so, I’m always 100% self-indulgent, so what u see is what I want

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

Anything that has to do w mega sadness, I just Don’t. I can’t write anything sad, and if I do, there’s certainly gonna be A Lot of comfort afterwards

4. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Care to share one of them?

I have 91 wips, motherfuckers!!! My latest wip is a daddy month fic!

5. Share one of your strengths.

I think, since I’ve been trying to be sparser in my words, I’ve been able to better emphasize what isn’t being said

6. Share one of your weaknesses.

No action scenes from me are ever good, lmao

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

It was late at night, when he started to cry.

He didn't want to cry, but he did.

It's been years since he's last let himself feel, or was it since he was last allowed to feel?

He choked on his sobs, uncomfortable with his tears. He's forgotten how to properly cry. His entire body is shaking, and the connections between flesh and wire hurts.

He stops crying. He starts crying again.

This continues for another few minutes, until he feels as if he can't possibly have any more tears.

He wipes his face, pulls the covers up to his chin, and falls asleep.

(from Twilight on the Sea) I really like this bcus I don’t think I’ve ever really typed out crying in this way, n I tried to make it feel like it was a lot

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

Cass was quiet for a moment. “... you know what? Maybe I’ll just go up there and surprise you.”

“If you do, then you already ruined the surprise, haven’t you?”

“Eh, I dunno about that. Seeing my beautiful face is a shock for many people.”

“Oh, I’m sure of it.”

“Hey, Koda? I don’t know about you, but it’s really late here.”

“Really?” Koda asks, then remembers that time zones exist. “Oh crap, what time is it over there?”

“It’s midnight. What about you?”

“It’s eight o’clock. Only four hours difference?”

“Oh hey, that’s not so bad.”

“It reduces our time,” Koda said, a bit whining.

“Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“What are you going to do? Move here? Send for me?”

“You’ll see.”

(from Together) This was a gift for one my best friends on here, @suncatchr , and it’s about his ocs!!! I love this a lot bcus while it’s a soulmate au, it’s not ur average soulmate au, and I tried making it as original as possible! And this blurb, I just wanted them to effuse so much love w/o having to say love...cries

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

If this is by posted fics, then I remember writing Look What You’ve Done to Me was very very difficult, bcus, since it’s also a gift, for @daniel-bryan , I wanted to write it Good, n since my buddy usually wrote from the love interest’s pov, I felt a weird pressure to write Daniel Bryan’s pov as good as I could

10. Which fic has been the easiest to write?

2 of my fics in Spanish!!! My oc centric one, Rayos y Centellas, and my shyan one, oye cariño, solo pienso en ti ! Turns out writing in ur native tongue makes everything easier

11. Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby?

It’s a very passionate hobby!!! I just!!! try to pour all of my love into everything I write!!!

12. Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more?

I’m not sure!!! I just watch movies n quietly scream to my gay lonesome bcus No One Ever Watches Movies ;-;

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

To just keep writing n not stop for details or forgotten lore, bcus it’s important to write down what’s firing u up Right Now. Of course, it’s very difficult following that ;;-;;

14. What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across?

“No adverbs!” “No ‘said’!” “It has to make grammatical sense!” sometimes things Need those

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

Was gonna say my rewrite of the end of The Rover, but actually, my SPN fic Ube . Shit was peak inspired

16. If you only could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?

Eridirk (Eridan Ampora/Dirk Strider from Homestuck) all the way. The one otp that’s stayed thru thick n thin <3

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

A little mix of both, and tbh it depends on the fic, but I tend to write chronologically

18. Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines?

I’ve started bullet pointing my ideas out before writing my fics, and so far, it’s been helping me be more streamlined n get my things written out faster n clearer!

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

Is the need for representation in all the niche movies I keep watching a muse?

20. Describe your perfect writing conditions.

In my dark room, w music blasting from my laptop, the TV w a soft hum, I have the perfect playlist to get the mood right, curled up in my blankies, n my plushie Sweet Pea by my side

21. How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?

Zero, we rely on autocorrect & editing while typing and die like men

22. Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit it into your current writing style. (Person sending the ask is free to make suggestions).

YOU DON’T SEEM SCARED.

Del Rio shrugs. “Working as a cop, it makes you numb to some things. It’s good, it lets you react to things as you should, and not how you’d want to.”

YOU SOUND SAD ABOUT THAT.

He makes a noncommittal noise. “It is what it is.” He eats another spoonful of his ice cream, then gets a thought.

“Can you show up?”

HOW SO?

“Can you,” he tries, waving his spoon around, “Manifest?”

I DON’T KNOW. I’LL TRY.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” Del Rio assures, and he can feel the air around him smile. The...world, he thinks, around him shifts just slightly, and there seems to be a chink in the armor for a moment before it goes away, as if someone had wiped the glass clear. He realizes that this is her, trying to show up in a physical form, step out of the phone.

He doesn’t know where to look, but then his confusion wanes when a butterfly shows up, fluttering towards him. It lands near his phone, skitters a bit, flaps its wings.

“Lucy?” he asks, transfixed on the butterfly. Its orange wings are bright under the sunlight.

I THOUGHT I’D TRY SMALL, FOR MY FIRST TRIAL.

“Well, you certainly nailed it.” He smiled warmly at the butterfly, and he had the crazy notion that it smiled back at him.

(adapted from The Policeman , the first fic I posted!)

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Yeah, probably The Policeman lmao, I remember it today n I cringe a little at the very obvious refs to other fandoms I made. Despite that, it continues being one of my best hits!

24. Have you ever deleted one of your published fics?

Never

25. What do you look for in a beta?

I’m just thankful to have gotten a beta in general in life at all

26. Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?

I beta’ed once, and since English is my 2nd language, I pointed out syntax confusion, typos, n continuity errors

27. How do you feel about collaborations?

Can be done, it’s just that I am frightened. Tried doing that, it fell thru, n the new thing that came up, I still have to hold up my end of the bargain ;;-;;

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

cries omg ok so!!! Chancy_Lurking ( @lurkerviolin ) is one of my faves, n we’ve become friends, n their Felix+ Sense8 series is the reason for it all, and u know it’s good if it managed to make a friendship that’s last its good while, and also they’re so nice, and we vibe so well!!! thegoatz ( @daniel-bryan ) is also now one of my bestest friends ever, and I wuv him so much, he is such a good kid, n he’s so enthusiastic about writing, and I hope that spark never goes out!!! And adamwhatareyouevendoing ( @skatingthinandice ) bcus she’s doing a rewrite of The Last Kingdom where it’s all gay where it should be and vnjkdfsnvkd God, what a wonderful friend!!!

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I actually technically am working on a sequel to @rettaroo ‘s A New Kind of Touch ! Another promise I have to hold up eventually ;;;-;;;

30. Do you accept prompts?

Sure!

31. Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant?

I try to follow canon as much as I possibly can!

32. How do you feel about smut?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

33. How do you feel about crack?

Eh, it’s alright. I don’t normally look for it, so I don’t really have a solid opinion on it

34. What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con?

I don’t want to read it, but I have so far encountered it twice very amicably: once here in a ficlet, and another in a longer fic on AO3, and they were both very good

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

Probably not, I don’t like sad things!

36. Which is your favorite site to post fic?

AO3! I’m RedLlamas on it!

37. Talk about your current wips.

Lmao which one. The one I’m currently working on is an impregnation kink turned “oh no I actually do wanna have a family” feelings fic!

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

Gonna be real w u, the best comments I’ve gotten have mainly been from my friends, who either write a paragraph or two going into detail of the fic, or just send a one sentence comment that’s just “screams!” I’ve gotten very few paragraphs from other people, n they’re always so!!!

My friends are the realest :’)

39. Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them?

The perks of being a rarepair writer is that the only people who read my fics are the ones actively looking for content!!! And they can’t complain about my work because No One Else Is Writing For It!!!!!!

40. Write an alternative ending to [insert fic title] (or just the summary of one).

All my fics are masterpieces, so I’ll do a summary change! For don’t you just know (exactly what they’re thinking?)

Dakota finds himself in unexpected heartbreak, and the universe decides to bring him in the direction of a night club with a dancer with stars on his skin.

#post #about #sbbookclub #writing be like

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hunnybadgerv · 4 years

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Catching Matt | Free To Be | Remy McGinnis/Matt Miller

Summary: Remy returns from a mission more quickly than anyone anticipated, especially Matt.

a/n: So this prompt has been only partially finished for a long time. I drafted something earlier today and then wandered through my drafts folder and stumbled on this little piece. I realized it was mostly done and then started a revision where I wound up rewriting almost every single word in this fic. It is based on the image at the following link, which is very, very NSFW: http://31.media.tumblr.com/a69afe5c7ea9924ef083de2f15403377/tumblr_mur07iD1QF1s7qh9to1_400.gif

AO3

NSFW Under the cut (Yep, from the very first line.)

Catching Matt

The whoosh of the door was quieter than the music on the other side. When Remy saw his head pressed hard against the back of the sofa, she halted. Matt’s lips parted with a breathy sigh that reminded her of how he reacted anytime she went down on him. He made the exact same sound whenever she finally stopped teasing him and took him into her mouth for the first time.

“Ah, fuck,” he groaned.

The way his head moved, she could tell this wasn’t just one of those quick shower moments everyone had. A smirk curled across her lips as she tiptoed toward the back of the sofa to sneak a peek.

Matt had pulled his suit completely off, which left him nude as far as she could see. And his whole body rolled like a lurid wave as his hand stroked the length of his erection.

For a moment, her eyes fixed on the fading bite mark she’d left on his shoulder a day or so earlier. Then Remy licked her lips and bit the bottom one as she peeked on her lover, becoming the unintended audience for a very private show. She was certain she knew the reason behind it. They’d talked about it.

Though she didn’t really understand why, it drove Matt to irritation that he still regularly beat her to the finish when they had sex. His impatience with himself only seemed to get worse, the more he tried not to climax first. Some of the time when it happened, it would downright piss him off, which he knew was just the wrong way to feel after making love to the woman he cared about. What seemed to just make it worse was the fact that Remy seemed unperturbed by it.

Of course, in her experience, that was just the way sex was. For her, it wasn’t the peak she was looking for, at least not with Matt. She craved the closeness, the intimacy of it, and even if he came first, she found what she was looking for from the moment—him. Orgasms were something she could handle easily if and when she needed one. But being in his arms, feeling his body against hers, kissing him with wanton abandon, those were some of the things that mattered most to her. Honestly, she could have been perfectly content most of the time to just kiss and cuddle him in the nude; of course that always kind of led them both to arousal. And she’d never turn down the chance to feel him inside her.

He’d asked her once how he could increase his stamina. She, noting being the owner of her own penis, was not sure and made a quick survey of the crew. Of course, when she broke that news to Matt he’d turned a shockingly vibrant shade of red.

After assuring him, no one would care, she shared her findings. It all boiled down to the idea of practicing how you plan to play. If he wanted to pop at the sight of her, he should just keep up with the 2-3 minute shower jerk off. To change things, he’d have to handle himself the way he wanted to handle his lover, slow and teasing, and unafraid to edge himself.

Until walking in on him, she wasn’t completely certain if he’d been taking that advice. He didn’t really touch himself around her unless he was trying to taunt her into sex. She wasn’t sure if it was inspired by his ego or not—his desire to match her longevity in bed—but it was endearing none the less.

The ebb and flow of his body always ended in the shimmy of his shoulders against the cushion. Sometimes a low groan punctuated each wave. His eyes were pressed closed, and she spared a momentary thought for what might be inspiring that decadent shift of lean muscle. His entire body flowed like water into the motion of his hand. Muscles tightened as his hips lifted and pressed into that touch that slid gracefully and greedily from base to tip. She could not fight off a smug smile at the way the motion mimmicked the manner in which she touched his cock—a firm grip tightening and closing around the tip before gliding back down the shaft.

She just couldn’t resist it, finding some way to join in. "Fuck, you're beautiful, Matt," she whispered in his ear.

He jolted upright, snapping his head to stare at her over his shoulder. She could tell he was trying to find something to say, something to excuse what she’d walked in on.

"Don't stop." She leaned on the back of the sofa and smiled at him. "I'm rather enjoying the show." She reached out for his shoulder and tried to help ease him back into that lovely pose.

His attention never left her, and even as he leaned against the couch, she could still read the tension in his body. Remy pressed a kiss against his temple, her fingers lightly brushing away the hair that fell over his forehead. “Please,” she whispered, dropping a kiss near his ear. “It really want to watch.”

Matt let out a tiny, throaty groan and seemed to relax a little more. When he reached back between his legs, and gave himself a teasingly slow pump, Remy licked her lips and pressed a kiss to the shell of his ear. With the next, a hint of that roll entered his movement, starting in his hips.

She took care to touch his neck lightly, drawing her fingers down over his chest and back up in a way that wouldn’t interfere with the tidal way his body moved. “Fuck, Matt.”

His eyes were on her every time her gaze met his, there was no doubt now what he was thinking about.

When she pressed a sucking kiss to his neck, his free hand tangled in her hair and brought her mouth to his. Everything about the way the got himself off worked to turn her on, even down to the heavy way he breathed in her ear. Her hips shifted as she pressed her thighs together. She wanted to interfere so badly.

The kiss broke and her blue-gray eyes darted downward again. Matt had lost that stroke of bashfulness, though his pale skin still burned with a rosy pink hue. There wasn’t a trace of that uncertainty he’d shot her way when she surprised him.

“You’re so goddamn gorgeous,” she whispered, moving her head to the other side of his. Her fingertips traced down his upturned chin then along the length of his neck.

He hummed, a grin parting his lips.

“Are you thinking of me?”

“Who else?” he challenged.

“Is it my hand on you? Or are you thinking about one of the many times I’ve ridden you on this very sofa?”

A hoarse laugh left his throat. “You tell me.”

“Mmm,” she hummed. She pressed her lips to his forehead, just at his hairline. “Maybe you’re thinking of that first time. After you’d watched me stretch through a yoga routine. Nothing but those tiny shorts and that sports bra.

Matt’s freehand wrapped around one of hers and brought it to his lips. He greedily kissed her, eyes closing lightly as his blue-tinged lips brushed the fleshy part of her hand near her thumb. “I still remember how fast you tore that t-shirt off.”

“Your skin was so warm,” he breathed, looking up at her.

Remy shifted in order to kiss him. The light brush of lips, got more firm when his free hand slipped behind her neck. His tongue traced the seam of her lips. She parted them and moaned around it when Matt’s tongue plunged into her mouth.

She knew this kind of kiss well; usually, only two things inspired it—either her doing something entirely too dangerous after which he would kiss her in this same kind of claiming way to reassert just how he felt about her or when he was close to orgasm. With the latter, he would kiss her that way, thrusting his tongue deeply into her mouth, sometimes matching the motion to the rhythm of his hips. The second way she assumed was for the same reason as the first, a reminder of their developing connection.

“Fuck,” he grunted. A deep moan resonated through him with the seismic shuddering of his body. His smooth motion turned spasmodic and a gasp quivered past his lips. The boss smiled at him softly, her hands soothing along his cheeks as he blinked back up at her.

"I thought you were going to be awhile," he murmured, leaning his head against hers.

"I got bored," she replied with a one-shouldered shrug. "I'm kind of glad I did." When she smiled, he grinned shyly and looked away for a moment.

"I… umm …"

Remy hopped over the back of the couch and knelt on the cushion beside him. "You are beautiful and thoughtful and considerate." Her lips met his lightly after each adjective. "And that was hot." Another kiss, this one deeper. "And you have no idea how gorgeous you looked. How enticing."

Matt leaned back before she could peck him again. The question he could not seem to find the words for were etched on his face.

She leaned a little closer, her index finger ghosting along his collarbone to the hollow at the base of his throat. "You know what makes it even better?" She let her eyes travel his body in clear appreciation. "The context."

At that, Matt smiled with a little more confidence.

Her fingers traced down his chest then back up to his chin. Pressing at it, she urged him a little closer to her. "Now, my only question is whether you can do that again? Because you got me all wet."

His responded in haste in a manner that left no doubt in her mind. Pulling her body tightly against his he kissed her deeply, his hands pressing against her back as he pulled her onto his lap. Matt sucked on her bottom lip as he unzipped her suit. His hands were warm and gentle, and his touches slow and determined, a combination that kindled the spark of fire in her belly into a raging blaze that threated to consume her. By the time he finally undressed her entirely, she felt like she was on the edge of coming apart.

Matt was figuring her out. Most of the time she did not think about it and just enjoyed how their time together unfolded between them. Though when she thought about that fact that another person was getting to know her and her secrets, when she realized that he cared enough to pick up on the motes of her personality, the shreds that made her come apart; it often terrified her and made her head spin.

Strangely, this was not one of those times. Instead, Remy allowed herself to remain oblivious to the whispers in the back of her mind and instead concentrated on her lover and his strikingly blue eyes. When he entered her, a tiny electric shock seemed to radiate through her body, and he smiled as she sighed against his mouth.

Arms tight around her, he kept her close, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her chest, her jaw, and her lips as they moved at a deliberately slow pace. His measured stroke just seemed to draw it out into an exquisite brand of torture Remy savored. This time, she was the one who came in record time, and more than once as Matt let go of his focus of trying to outlast her for once. This time he just savored her, cradled her body tight against his, and took a hint of pride in every sound he wrenched free from her throat.

Spent, they held one another close, faces buried in each other’s necks. They breathed heavily recovering in one another’s embrace, without losing even an inch of contact. Remy pressed a gentle kiss against his neck.

“If I can sneak into a show like this, I’m definitely going to have to over estimate how long I’ll be gone more often,” she chuckled against his neck.

Matt laughed as well, squeezing his arms around her. “How about you just give me ten minutes warning and I’ll start without you?”

Remy leaned away enough to look him in the eyes. She brushed his hair away from his forehead, and kissed his chin. “Or not.”

Matt grinned at her. “Not sure I could keep my hands off you though.”

“Who said you’d have to?”

He pulled her lips back to hers with a hum. “Sounds like a plan.”

“Indeed,” Remy agreed, her imagination already running away with her. She shifted against him with a hint of need.

“I think you’re over estimating my refractory recovery.”

“I thought guys your age were always ready for anything.”

“We are,” he teased, grabbing her ass and squeezing, “but in this case, biology says no. Besides, you came twice.”

“So did you.” Remy kissed him deeply, perfectly content right where she was.

#Saints Row Fanfiction #Free To Be #Matt Miller #Remy McGinnis #Badger Scribbles

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quarterfromcanon · 4 years

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2019 Fic Writing Roundup

I was tagged by my lovely friend @catty-words.

Total 2019 Word Count: 58,159

Total 2019 Hits: Asdfghjkl; Oh gosh, it’s much harder to tell when the work is only on Tumblr! I’ll tally up the notes from there to get the closest approximation I can. It looks like there are 174 total (a mix of likes and comments) on the pieces that I posted from this past year.

Other 2019 AO3 Stats: N/A, although I did finally join AO3 *this* year, so next time around there’ll actually be things to put here! :)

Total 2018 Word Count: Published? None. I think I might have tried writing a little bit of something for myself somewhere in there, but I didn’t get back to any kind of public fandom writing until 2019.

Total 2018 Hits: None. What a difference a year can make! I look forward to comparing 2019 to whatever’s yet to come in 2020!

Other 2018 AO3 Stats: N/A

links and titles to 2019 works

Oooh, this is actually a good opportunity to list them chronologically rather than in publication sequence. Let me see if I can get them sorted. (If, however, you’d prefer to read them in the order that they were published, you can click here and simply open the installments in reverse, since Tumblr displays things oldest-to-newest.) All of the following were written for the Crazy Ex-Girlfriend fandom and feature Heather x Valencia as their central pairing.

1. Barrier [1,385 words] - Following where we last saw them in 1.09, Josh and his friends continue their beach day now sans Rebecca’s presence. Consequently, Valencia’s critical eye falls on the only other woman in their company - Heather.

2. Unexpected [3,003 words] - The conclusion of 1.18 leaves Valencia with a lot of emotional baggage to unpack. As one of West Covina’s most frequented locales, Home Base is the first place that springs to mind where she might chase away her sorrows (or perhaps just air them out verbally while all other involved parties are away at Jayma’s wedding). Heather finds herself pulled into comfort and commiseration despite her efforts to avoid involvement.

3. Lost Control and Tumbled Overboard Gladly [3,265 words] - Heather goes to her parents’ home for the first holiday visit since moving out on her own. She has her new friend Valencia in tow. Sincere conversation and the rare allowance of vulnerability break down Heather’s walls with an ease that takes her by surprise.

4. Such Sweet Nothing [1,362 words] - Valencia and Heather return to V’s apartment after their Labor Day afternoon of story-swapping and quality time together. Valencia revels in the joyful acquirement of the second gal pal of her adult life. Heather contends with the dawning realization that her interest in Valencia may not be purely for friendship.

5. There’s A Reason Not to Want This (But I Forgot) [2,418 words] - Internet sleuthing with Rebecca pulls Valencia right back into a Josh fixation spiral. Heather must also face some unresolved feelings: namely, a crush now so intense it can no longer be denied.

6. Habits [3,599 words] - The desire to protect Valencia’s heart overrides the instinct to shield her own, and so Heather ends the self-imposed avoidance of her company. She arrives on V’s doorstep with a helpful cover story and some unfortunate news that needs to be broken gently.

7. I Want Not to Want Anything [1,314 words] - Heather Davis gets Santa Ana Winded.

8. Breathless [3,673 words] - A talk with Heather about Rebecca’s impending marriage to Josh leads Valencia to reassess what matters to her. A rosé-fueled jaunt to a local green space gives rise to the persistent inkling that what - or rather who - she really wants may be a lot closer to her than she’s ready to admit.

9. No One’s Really Got It Figured Out Just Yet [3,289 words] - Valencia throws the bachelorette party for Rebecca. Gurl Group antics and H+V flirting tactics set to hits from the mid ’90s and 2000s ensue.

10. Evading [2,207 words] - In the wake of events from 3.05 and 3.06, Heather and Valencia have a much needed heart-to-heart. They put some important truths into words while treading lightly around a few unspoken facts so delicate they’re best left in the margins.

11. How Long Do You Plan to Keep Me at the Back of Your Mind? [2,442 words] - An evening welcoming Valencia’s girlfriend Beth to be an honorary member of the Gurl Group doesn’t go quite as smoothly as planned when Heather has a difficult time harnessing her lingering feelings.

12. You and Me, Always Between the Lines [1,828 words] - Now that she has spoken with all of her immediate family members and closest friends, Valencia is prepared to announce her first romantic relationship with a woman on social media. In Beth’s absence, she seeks the moral support of her best friend. Heather is readily by her side for this next big step in Valencia’s coming out journey.

13. Gradation [2,503 words] - Valencia’s time with Beth is at an end and, in her hour of heartbreak, she returns to the same place for comfort as the previous occasion when she found herself suddenly single: across the bar from Heather.

14. Rough Draft [2,625 words] - Valencia and Heather FINALLY get together. Valencia experiences her own “Oh My God, I Think I Like You” freak out.

15. Strategy [1,212 words] - Heather and Valencia have a stay-at-home date night featuring deliberately cringey pick up lines and tangled limbs on a couch in the dark.

16. Verity [3,834 words] - Heather temporarily resumes her role as Valencia’s assistant coordinator when they plan a vow renewal celebration for Paula and Scott. On this night, the recently remarried couple may not be the only two pouring out their hearts in a room full of loved ones...

17. Different and the Same [1,035 words] - Valencia and Heather just moved into their own place. They spend their first morning there together and make good use of the privacy and freedom this new residence affords.

18. Finishing Touches [1,157 words] - Heather and Valencia personalize the interior of their new living space. The situation soon devolves into paint-splattered hijinks.

19. Patterns in the Light [1,058 words] - Despite the fact that they are literally cohabitating and have professed their feelings for each other, Valencia remains a clumsily flirty nerd and I love her for it. Heather does, too.

20. Sage [1,324 words] - After being trapped in a car with someone she didn’t want to be trapped in a car with, Heather returns covered in a dead woman’s ashes. Valencia’s time as a ghost-beleaguered home energy cleanser has arrived at last. She is uniquely qualified to save the day.

21. Portage [1,707 words] - Heather has plans for a couple’s trip with Valencia. The only obstacle is keeping it a secret between the two of them.

22. The Courage and the Strength I Need [1,957 words] - Valencia struggles during Heather’s business trip because it is their first time apart since becoming a couple. They FaceTime to ease the pain of distance and talk about their future.

23. Wanna Be With You All Alone [1,237 words] - Heather comes back from the aforementioned work travel to find that Valencia has made special welcome home arrangements.

24. Midnight, Fright and Candlelight [1,426 words] - A quiet evening is interrupted by a power outage. Heather and Valencia find a surprisingly wholesome and G-rated way to pass the time.

25. Next to You [1,550 words] - The big yearly Davis Family Reunion quickly approaches. Valencia prepares to accompany Heather to this event and be introduced to many members of her extended family.

26. Warm Whispers [1,683 words] - Heather and Valencia just want to be all cute and domestic and spend the morning fooling around. Their cats disrupt these pursuits in typical feline fashion.

27. “When We’re Together, Darling, Every Night Is Halloween.” [1,228 words] - Heather and Valencia get ready to attend a Gurl Group Halloween party. Their second annual couple’s costume? Gomez and Morticia Addams.

28. #afewofmyfavoritethings [2,838 words] - Nathaniel, Rebecca, Valencia, Heather, Paula, Scott, and Tommy all rent a cabin for vacation. This piece follows them through a day of wintertime fun. Pure fluffiness here and I had the best time writing every second of it.

Favorite Fic: Probably #afewofmyfavoritethings. I packed it with elements I personally love and moments I was hoping my new friends in the fandom would like. Plus, it was honestly just so good for my soul to write these characters in a soft world where they could engage in classic snow day activities and enjoy each other’s company.

Hardest Fic: I knew there were a few installments of Femslash February where I wrote whole paragraphs or even pages I didn’t keep/decided to revise, but I was pretty sure I also remembered at least one where I wrote an entire separate piece. My sleep schedule was, shall we say, not advisable during February but it was also easily the most exhilarating month of my year. I tracked down the evidence of that rewrite and it turns out the incident I recalled was for Unusual Kiss (the prompt for Day 4 of FF). The original involved something to do with butterfly kisses because, evidently, my inclination to link Valencia to winged beings knows no bounds. I’ve got to admit that I’m still fond of the concept of Valencia giving Heather a subtle “kiss” during a hug in that painfully frightening time before Beth when she was afraid to outright kiss a woman in any way that couldn’t be dismissed as platonic. There’s a good chance an interaction of that nature could appear somewhere in the full story. I am notoriously drawn to that angst period of undisclosed pining so the temptation is quite strong. Still, I’m glad I used the version I actually posted and saved elements of the first draft for later. Fragments of their conversation from the original will probably make it into the final tale, but I think I prefer to sprinkle them across several exchanges instead of divulging them all at once.

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2020? Sort of yes and sort of no. I am participating in the Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Valentine Exchange, which involves a prompt-esque note from the participant each of us were assigned as our guide to spark inspiration for the gift. It’s also possible that there’ll be some writing prompt list posted somewhere along the way just like Femslash February was last year, and I’ll end up wanting to join the fun. Other than that, though, I’ll mainly stick to the one writing project in an effort to hone my focus.

What was the best thing about 2019? I’d definitely say the bonding and interactions with other members of the fandom. The encouragement and support I received from them remains the primary motivation for me to keep writing and chasing after the ongoing goals I set for myself.

What was the worst thing about 2019? The most honest answer that my mind immediately supplied is death of a close relative. While that isn’t the sole reason for the dip in my creative output (especially since there were multiple months between my last published fic and the passing in question), I know it could certainly be counted among the contributing factors to an overarching writing problem I had. Even before my family’s loss, there was a shift in my thought process that only got worse once there was more on my plate in my personal life. There were many times I sat down wanting to write again but it felt too difficult and intimidating to commit words to the page. I couldn’t seem to transfer them from my mind to the keyboard and I’d invariably switch to doing something else. I developed this terrible internal conviction that insisted the larger fic I wanted to write wouldn’t work as well as the shorter installments. That gnawing insecurity would have me believe one month’s worth of well-received efforts was already such a marvel that anything beyond that point was somehow pushing my luck. Where did the mental voice originate and why couldn’t I shake it? It’s difficult to parse out but what I do know is that I’ve firmly decided 2020 is going to be a year I put it on silent. I know what it’ll mean to me for everything that’s been floating in my head to finally be told in one cohesive format, and to have the satisfaction of giving my favorite characters the ending my heart says they deserve. It’s a sense of closure that’s worth the pursuit.

Any last thoughts for 2019? The bad parts of the last twelve months made me want to essentially say “good riddance” to the year, but the good parts were far too treasured to wish all of 2019 away. I am so grateful for the new people I met and friendships that solidified during that time. I especially owe my most heartfelt appreciation to @catty-words, @notbang, and @monaiargancoconutsoy. Thank you for everything. <3

Goals for 2020

Finish. The. Fic.

I believe everyone I know who writes fanfic has already been tagged but, if you haven’t gotten the chance to look back over your writing year, by all means, use these questions to give it a go! :)

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