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bivwifeybunny · 8 months

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I here by request Foolish fluff that can allude to smut!

Maybe reader has a headache and Foolish ends stream early to comfort her and she starts feeling better and then things lead into the bedroom..

(Also may I have permission to write the smut part? Like you put out the fluff and then I give the part 2 that’s smut 👀)

My Special Girl

Pairing(s): Foolish x reader

Warning(s): Cursing, alluded smut (actual smut in the part 2 hehehe 🤭), mostly just fluff tho

A/N: RAHHH I'm finally posting a fic after.... uhhh idk but a LONG time. haha... yeah sorry about that. but HEY it's a foolish fic and that's something new. shrimpy here convinced me to start writing for him (it wasn't hard since i cant say no to shrimpy lmao) but yeah, this is a little collab I did with her. so as said in the ask, she wrote part 2 with the actual smut. I loved writing this and working with her honestly. she helped with a couple questions I had and was really patient with me (i took 11 days to finish this lol rip) so would def do again. also my first collab? im so excited for y'all to read this. anyways this is getting long, enjoy and the link for part two is at the end.

You already felt it coming on. The tension building behind your eyes and the strain forming at your temples. But you’d be cruel to deny him when he looked at you with that cute pout. So you walked off, popped an ibuprofen and came back, sitting next to him as you watched him play some Minecraft.

However, the ibuprofen was definitely not enough. Thanks to his bright ass lights, the less than cozy screaming and yelling, and the eye strain from staring at the monitors, your headache began to worsen.

“I thought Minecraft was supposed to be a relaxing game.” You groaned, eyes squinted as you struggled to keep up with the pvp he was doing.

“Maybe it could be, if Richarlyson wasn’t being such a little bITCH!” Foolish screamed, resulting in another wince from you. His fingers darted around, clicking away as he chased after the little pixelated egg.

And then came the barking.

The back and forth, screaming, barking, with the added touch of his way too bright lights and the blue light from the monitors made you groan again. You leaned your head down, your hand covering your eyes, trying to find some relief. He was so excited to show you his progress on the titan, and you promised you’d at least stay long enough to see it, but you weren’t sure how much longer you could take this.

Luckily though, most of the screaming and barking stopped when Richas made a strategic retreat and teleported away. So you were able to look back at the monitor when he called your name.

“Okay, finally. Alright, alright, look.” Foolish grinned as he warped over to his titan build and began to glide over to it. “Now, I’m obviously not completely done but I’m so close, and I only really have- No, no, nO, NO!” He whined as a creeper dropped down next to him and exploded, ruining a part of the hand.

And unfortunately for you, that note struck the wrong cord and the pounding in your head grew past your limit. “Foolish, I’m gonna go lay down, okay?” You whispered, not only because of the throbbing in your head but also so his chat wouldn’t hear. You hurried off screen, heading back into his bedroom and crawling into bed after ensuring all the lights were off. You tossed the blankets over your head and buried your face into the cool pillow, hoping it’d ease the pain.

Meanwhile, as soon as you left, the doozers were all spamming things like “what happened to ___?”, “i dont think they were feeling well”, “they had their head down earlier”, “are they okay?” and so on.

Foolish, however, didn’t even glance at chat as he hurried off of Minecraft. “I think I’m gonna call it a day, guys. Sorry this was a shorter stream than usual.” He apologized for his 3 hour stream before quickly ending.

As soon as he was sure he ended, he rushed over to his room. He frowned at the dark room and the faint outline of your body curled up under the blankets. “Baby?” He called out quietly, climbing onto the bed next to you. He leaned over, propped up on his elbow and gently drew back the blankets. “What’s wrong?”

“Head hurts.” You muttered, eyes still shut tightly, jaw clenched.

“Aw, I’m sorry, honey.” He whispered softly, turning you to face him before rubbing his thumbs over your eyebrows, a silent instruction to relax from your tense position. “Should’ve told me. I wouldn’t have asked you to come on stream if I’d known you weren’t feeling good. Did you take anything to help it?”

“Just ibuprofen but’s not working.” You answered, leaning into his touch with a soft sigh, making him smile.

“Well, here. Why don't we try a bit of this?” Foolish mumbled, pulling you on top of him. “Where does it hurt?” He asked, to which you muttered, “My temples ‘nd behind my eyes,” snuggling into his warmth. He nodded, moving his hands to your head and beginning to massage your temples gently, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

You sighed in relief, relaxing your stiff position even more as he rubbed away all the tension, humming in a soothing, soft tone. You stayed like that for a while, letting Foolish work his magic while you cuddled him close.

After a little while he kissed your head again and moved his hands away, hugging you instead. “Feel any better?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” He smiled softly. “And I hope you know I’m going to absolutely clowned on by chat tomorrow and it’s all your fault.” He teased with a playful smirk.

“I say it’s worth it. They already get to spend way too much time with you as is. It’s about time I stole you away from them for a little while.” You laughed, lifting your head to look up at him before smirking. “But if you really want me to make it up to you, I have an idea in mind I’m sure you’d like.”

“Oh ho ho ho.” Foolish giggled excitedly, meeting you halfway when you leaned up to kiss him. “Don’t mind if I do…” He smirked into the kiss, flipping you over. “But since my baby was hurting, why don’t you let me take care of you?”

Part 2 :D by @mentallyillcrustacean

Taglist: @jordyncandy @foxilia @lacunaanonymoused @remiwastaken

Foolish taglist: none yet :)

#wifey: foolish <3 #foolish x reader #foolish x reader fluff #wifey's moots <3 #shrimpy <3

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swaps55 · 2 months

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Okay, how to phrase this question haha. I really love your Opus multiverse works, especially What We Choose (the hand holding scenes absolutely kill me in those) and The Things We’ve Done. I suppose what I mean to ask is, in these universes, what’s Sam’s thought process or the deciding factor that makes Sam act on his feelings for Kaidan, as most of them end up with them getting together as a result of Sam’s actions? Reading Opus, Sam doesn’t seem to really properly register his feelings for Kaidan in a blatant way until Sonata, so I wondered what pushes him to make a move in these multiverse scenarios. Obviously they’re AU’s so they’re just for funsies and just exploring what could be, but I’m always so immersed in everything you write!

This is an AMAZING question, and thank you so much for asking it!

The Opus Multiverse, the first kisses in particular, are a great excuse for me to do all kinds of stuff. When it comes to the first kiss AUs, in addition to getting some much needed release from the unrealized romantic and sexual tension, I get to poke Sam with a stick and see what happens. I LOVE exploring what flips his switch in different situations, because the answer is always interesting (to me, anyway).

My conclusion after lots of poking is that, in general, the way to get Sam to fucking figure it out is one of two things, sometimes both put together:

Put him in a situation where he is forced in some way to sit and stew about what Kaidan means to him, and I mean examine it, not just exist with it, like he does on the porch swing.

Touch.

Secret third thing: Put Kaidan in mylar.

Touch is a big one. Initially I really wanted to push the queerplatonic nature of their relationship - have them be a lot more physically affectionate with each other, but Sam is really keen on physical touch once you give it to him, and the slow burn would have gotten a lot faster, lol.

So, for example, in Yours, Sam had the double whammy of being forced to think about why the beacon visions upset him so much while lying in the same bed with Kaidan. The urge to touch him, for the reassurance he needs so badly, gets the better of him and he's toast.

What you can't do: spring it on him. Sam is an asshole when you back him into a corner. In The Hand and the Heart, his heart overrode his brain and surprised the hell out of him, and he reacted like an asshole. Sam almost pulled his asshole card on The Things We've done for similar reasons, but...he'd been forced to sit and stew a few days about some pretty serious shit, which made the difference.

(The Things We've Done is also a little bit different, because it's one of the few where I didn't change anything to flip Sam's switch - he just...kissed him, and I honestly don't think canon!Sam would ever do that, because he just isn't there yet. I think at that point in the story it's hard enough for him to grapple with the fact that Kaidan has become so important to him at all, and he just...isn't ready to go beyond that. But I REALLY WANTED HIM to, so he did.)

I tried to write a first kiss AU on Noveria in which Ashley ribs Sam about his feelings for Kaidan, but Sam lashed out so hard I not only couldn't get a first kiss out of it, it might have added a few years to the slow burn. XD.

Sam usually has to initiate, because for him to take it well he has to have space to think about things and get comfortable with it, and also, Kaidan is so good about suppressing how he feels and so unwilling to force anything on Sam that he doesn't think Sam wants that he won't make the move. (Exception: when you're on a midnight walk with the love of your life and you kiss him under the stars.)

It's also just fun to see that switch flip, because he basically goes from, "he's the closest friend I have," to, "if we don't get married right now I'm gonna start biting people," in the space of an eyeblink and it's delightful.

#swaps replies #Anonymous #'shoot it again sam' shepard #he's so dumb and so perfect and i just love him #the multiverse is a great way for me to just do a bunch of character studies on him #i wish all the kiss aus were canon #which is why i love the multiverse #because in some universe they are #(another fun exercise is 'in which universe does kissing kaidan before the events of sonata mean the reapers win?')#(hint - if they kiss on the porch swing the reapers probably win)

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lovetaroandtaemin · 3 months

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Smutty Drabble #1

Johnny Suh x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 341

Warnings: Smut (Sir kink, edging as a punishment, teasing in public, Johnny is a mean dom and reader is a brat). If you think I missed any warnings let me know! Does a cliche "story" need a warning?

MINORS DNI!!!

A/N: This was originally going to be part of something else, but my plan for that changed. I liked it though, so here it is! It's been a while since I've written anything smutty so feedback is greatly appreciated!

Fic is under the cut.

“Not so mouthy anymore, are you sweetheart?” Johnny asked as he continued to thrust into you. In response, you moaned and tried to plead for him to let you cum, but your pleas fell on deaf ears.

Earlier that evening, he had taken you to a fancy restaurant with the guys, and that was when you decided to push his buttons. In all honesty, your boyfriend found the small comments under your breath cute at first. Johnny’s patience quickly ran out, however, when you started to touch him under the table. So, he made up some excuse about not feeling well and dragged you home to remind you how you were expected to behave.

Once you were home, Johnny started to lecture you about his most important rule, no teasing while out with his members. He reminded you that while they were his friends, they were also his coworkers, so it was important to behave when everyone was out together. Especially considering his career as an idol. After the lecture, he led you to your shared bedroom, saying “Since you decided that you wanted to tease me in public, you’re going to take care of the boner that you gave me.”

It had been a while since then, so you started to wonder how he still had the stamina to fuck you like he did. He had spent what felt like forever bringing you to the edge, then denying you the orgasm that you craved. You had begged him to let you cum each time, but your requests up to this point had been denied.

“Sir, can I please cum soon? I promise I’ll be good. Please just let me cum for you,” you practically screamed, desperate for some kind of release.

“Not yet, baby girl. This is why you should listen to me instead of teasing me in front of the guys. You acted like such a brat tonight I’m not sure I’m gonna let you cum at all.”

It was going to be a very long night for you.

Thanks for reading! Once again, feedback is always appreciated. If you would like to be added to a taglist for future works you can either comment, dm me, or send an ask with the username that you would like tagged!

Just a reminder that requests are open! If there's anything you wanna see me write just send me a dm or an ask.

#kpop fanfic #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop smut #nct drabbles #nct x reader #nct 127 x reader #johnny suh x reader #johnny suh smut #smut drabble

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graciegoeskrazy · 10 months

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Hey i was wondering if you could do a matty fic where his daughter comes out as trans to him and the boys? Or if you are not comfortable writing for trans people like just coming out as gay?

figure my heart out

Matty Healy + Queer!Teen!Daughter!reader

Warnings: coming out, a lil yelling

A/N: Hi!!! Okay so I was writing something similar but then I put it down but then I saw this request and RAN TO MY COMPUTER AS FAST AS POSSIBLE ASNCONTINUED WRITING BCUZ I GOT EXCITED. A sorry and thank you to the anon who requested this! I felt like I wouldn’t do it justice if I did it with transreader and as a bisexual with a similar coming out experience this was easy peasy lol. None the less i love and appreciate you and I hope u enjoy! I really really really really really like this one and I’m proud of how it turned out. Enjoy!

The epitome of a perfect night. Driving in your girlfriends new convertible with the top down while blasting Lana Del Ray and giggling and smiling like nothing else in the world matters became a wonderful feeling of pure bliss. You wish you could stay in that moment forever. Endless talking about the things the people who piss you off in school talk about, or airing out your problems to her because sometimes it feels as if she is the only one who listens. There was no one word for that feeling. All you knew is that you craved it. You needed it like a an IV through your arm, supplying nothing but joy and love into your life. You didnt just need her but she needed you too.

Yes it was a secret, but it was a beautiful one, Sure, sometimes you wanted nothing more than to parade through town with your hands intertwined and boat to everyone around you that she was your girlfriend, but this secret needed to stay hidden. Not just for her, but for you too. You were n stranger to the things your father has said online. He was Matty Healy, if the guy wasnt known for his music, he was for sure known as the man who makes homophobic jokes on stage everynight to a sold out crowd. The man has been cancelled and apoloized more times than you could count. Even though everytime he says he’s not against anything of the sort - ad you whole heartidly believed that - would it be different because you were his daughter? Some days that thought was just a quiet whisper in your head, and some days that voice grew louder until it grew loud enough to keep you up at night. But you always came to the same conclusion. He would love you no matter what…right?

Any and all thoughts surrounding it came nowhere near crossing your mind while you were at your girlfriends. After singing your hearts out and getting lost but not caring at all on the drive, you both decided to head back to her place since her tank was running low. It was there you fell asleep in her arms. Not thinking. Not caring. Not paying attention to anyone else in the world but her. And most definitely not thinking about you 11 pm curfew.

To June’s parents, you were just a friend sleeping over. A best buddy who helped their daughter get through her high school years. Nothing more than a nice, kind, good girl with good morals. And that was true. They just didn't know about the part where you make out with their daughter every time you’re under their roof. Same with you dad. They were downstairs, absolutely clueless of what was happening above them when a loud flush they made woke you up. You jolted awake and as a result of sleeping so close to your girlfriend, woke her up too. The blaring light on your phone read 1:07.

“Fuck.”

You scrambled out of bed and started packing up your bag without saying a word to June.

“What’s happening?” She said, still half asleep.

You turned to her, suddenly becoming more gentle. “Go back to bed. I missed my curfew, my dad doesn’t know I’m here. If I don’t leave he’s gonna get suspicious as to why slept over during a study session.”

She smiled at you, pulling you in for a kiss. “You’re just a very determined student.”

You fell into the kiss, and let go with a smile. “Bye.” You said. She winked and watched you walk out the door. “Text me when you get home please.”

You turned back and winked, shutting the door.

The drive to your house was uneventful. Yeah sure, you missed your curfew, but it wasn't like your dad was the type of helicopter parent to make sure you were home exactly by 11. You hadn't even received a call or message asking you where you were. If anything he was probably fast asleep along with the other members of the band. Or at least that’s what you told yourself.

When you walked into the flat you shared with your dad and your uncles, it was dead silent. You could hear the silent snores coming from Mayhem on the dog bed in the living room and the crickets outside. You were in the clear. You walked very carefully heading up to your room. Before you could even make it to the 2nd step. You heard a voice. Stern and loud.

“Y/n Healy.”

It was your father. Of fucking-course. As you slowly turned around you were met with him standing in the dining-kitchen area. A light turned on and revealed his full frame along with Ross, George, Adam, Carly, and Jamie. All sitting down at the table except for your dad, standing above them all. He slowly walked towards you as you stood still staring at him. You closed your eyes and let out a shaky breath, followed by a “Shit.”

“Where were you?” Your dad asked sternly. To which you replied, “Nowhere.” It was clear he was PISSED. He only spoke twice and it was evident you were in for something. He never spoke this way. Never to you at least. Until now. He raised his eyebrows, giving you a second chance. You sighed again, looking down and toying with your fingers. “I was with June.” You said shyly.

“Tell me the truth.” He said. His tone softened just a hair.

“That is the truth-“

“Tell me the whole truth.”

You dad knew you like the back of his hand. You were him. A literal miniature version of Matty Healy. Therefore he knew when you were lying. Not that you did it often, you were a very trustworthy kid. Never lied, never got grounded. (Ok so maybe not a literal miniature Matty)

You shrugged, “I was just with June.”

He raised his voice again, “Stop lying to me, y/n.”

“I’m not lying!” You raised your voice this time.

“Your hand twitches every time you lie.”

You were taken aback. Shit, I thought I grew out of that. You just scoffed. “No, it doesn’t.”

Adam spoke up and pointed to your hand and it’s movements. “Boom. Twitch.” You gave him a look.

Matty ignored him and stayed locked in on you. “In all of your years of existence on this earth, you’ve never lied to me.” He said, a little more gentler this time.

“And, I’m still not. I’m telling the truth-”

“But you’re not telling me the full truth.” He was very good at this whole parenting thing. He put his hands on your shoulders. You didn’t reply, just sighed and looked down. After a moment, he continued. “You’re grounded.” You head shot up. He walked back to the kitchen and started refilling his drink. You followed in suite.

“What! For what?”

“For lying.”

“I’m not lying! I’ve never even been grounded in my life.”

He shrugged, “There’s a first time for everything.”

You could not believe what you were hearing. “C'mon Dad! George, help me out.”

George was ethier high of drunk or both because he seemed to be enjoying this little argument way to much. “I’m on his side for this one, babe.” He said.

“What?! You guys, I'm not lying.” You said, gesturing to the group.

“You’ll be ungrounded when you tell me where you were.” Your dad said from the kitchen.

“I was with June! How many times do I have to say that?!”

“Doing what?”

Your eyes widened and you stuttered a bit. The group must have noticed because that to them was a giveaway that something more was going on than you cared to share for. “Nothing! We were just hanging out!”

“Your hand twitched again.” Adam yelled.

You turned to fully face him again. “I’m about to murder you.” You said.

You dad came back around and with a solum look, but a hand over your shoulder. “Look, I’m not gonna get mad. Whatever you’re hiding, it’s not worth getting grounded over. Tell me what’s going on - the truth - and all let you go. Okay?”

You couldn’t do it. There were so many possibilities of what could happen from this moment on. None of which you wanted to explore. You rolled your eyes and headed back to the stairs, whispering a faint, “Whatever.”

Your father followed behind. “Y/n Healy, tell me NOW-“

“I was on a date with June!” You yelled.

“We went on a date! Ok? We went on a date then went back to her place and watched TikToks for an hour before watching New Girl reruns and having awesome sex. I lost track of time, I tried to sneak in so none of you would find out, and so my secret would stay secret.”

The room was quiet. Only the sounds of Mayhem and the crickets like you heard before. Tears were falling out of your eyes and you were heaving pretty heavily.

“Is my hand shaking now?!”

Everybody remained quiet and still, not daring to move. “Jesus.” You said as a final goodbye, before walking up the stairs to your room as fast as you could.

A few minutes after they heard the door slam, Ross spoke up. “You fucked up bro.”

Matty shook his head. “It’s not my fault.” He said in defense

“Mate, you just forced your daughter to come out to you.” George yelled.

Marty liked back at the stairs. A single tear falling from his face as he does so. “Shit.”

#matty healy #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty healy x reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #x daughter!reader #the 1975

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fiction-is-the-new-reality · 9 months

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Pt 2: Searching for Spector

word count: 2k

warnings: major violence, language, fem!reader

summary: We get a look at Steven. And then we’re reminded of a not so happy moment.

first part here

third part here

a/n: I’m still building our world and trying to give the reader some backstory. I promise there will be interactions next chapter. I guess I should tag this as slow burn too. 😔 also I don’t have DID and I don’t know anyone that does. I’m going based off the show canon and stuff that I’ve read from other creators. Please give me feedback!!

Steven jolts awake, a little yelp leaving his mouth. Looking around, he realizes he’s home. A sigh of relief escapes him. How silly was he for thinking that he was truly falling from a cliff, obviously that wasn’t real. His brows furrow, but it felt so real. He felt the cold, harsh wind pushing against him as gravity pulled him down. His body felt like a bus had run him over. He does what he does whenever he feels strange and chalks it up to sleep deprivation. He lies back down, letting his breathing go back to normal until he notices how bright it is outside and the time that the clock shows him.

“Oh, Donna’s gonna have my head on a spike.” Throwing himself out of bed, he quickly goes through his morning routine.

He only falters for a second when he notices a deep purple mark across his ribs, a stark contrast against his tan skin. That’s the spot where he got hit in his dream. He frowns, before deciding to push this to the back of his mind. He’ll deal with it after work.

Five minutes later, he’s throwing a quick “later, Gus!” over his shoulder, before he’s out the door with only ten minutes left to get to work.

Stevens enters the museum sprinting. He dodges past the tourists, who are all meandering around getting ready for tours. He skids around the children, throwing gummies at each other, and makes it to his sales counter only two minutes late. He feels proud of himself for it.

“You’re late!” Donna’s shrill intrusion into his ears causes him to drop his shoulders.

She takes in the bags under his eyes and his tousled hair.

She smirks. “Thrilling night? Stevie you dog.” She pops her gum, adding to Stevens’s irritation.

“It’s Steven, Donna, with an n at the end, not Stevie. And not that it’s your business, but no, it wasn’t a thrillin' night.” His words are harsh as he starts tidying the area.

“Well Steven,” she overpronounces his name and emphasizes the ‘n’ at the end of his name. “If you’re late again this week, you’ll be Steven with a write-up.”

Steven glares daggers into her back as she walks away, her heels clacking across the marble of the museum floor.

Work was going as it always does. He sold the public candies, plushies, and other historically inaccurate knickknacks. He scrapped gum off a sarcophagus and tried his hardest not to get jealous of the tour guides.

Towards the end of the day, Steven began feeling like he was being watched. He’s never felt like that before. He looked around but couldn’t find a pair of eyes on him. Shaking it off as being sleep-deprived again, he got back to work and tried his hardest not to let his hair stand on end.

This feeling caused Marc to stir and co-front. Usually, when Steven fronted, he used that as the time to get some sleep, not wanting to risk fronting at Steven’s place of work. He viewed the room when Steven looked around, his eyes trained to find prying eyes, unlike Steven’s. But just like Steven, he couldn’t find the source of the feeling.

Prior to the past few months, Steven used to feel a weight lift from his shoulders at the end of the work day. But now the walk home is filled with dread as he realizes he’ll have to go to sleep. Which will most likely lead to him having a weird dream or waking up wearing a shirt he didn’t even know he owned. Life had gotten so confusing and draining lately. He dreaded sleeping, he honestly dreaded being home sometimes.

Steven dragged his feet as he walked through the shopping square. He tossed a coin into his golden friend’s hat but didn’t stop. He continued trudging towards his apartment. Lost in his dreary state, it left him vulnerable. Having no clue you were behind him, let you follow him directly to his apartment building.

Approaching the building you relax your stride, blending in with the small crowd gathered at the bus stop. You watched as Marc crossed the street and opened the door to the building. Staying hidden between two buildings, you waited to see if he’d come back out. You wondered if he knew you were down here and if he knew that you had followed him. Letting time pass, you realize he wasn’t coming back down. Turning away from your hiding spot you make your way down the street to the cafe you had seen.

Entering the cafe reminded you of how long it had been since you had eaten. Focusing all your attention on Marc had caused you to forget the basic need for food. Grabbing your coffee and a sandwich, you got comfortable at a booth that looked over into the street. Gazing out the window, you quickly begin drowning in your thoughts about Marc.

Seeing him at the museum, you quickly noticed how he tried to make himself appear small like he didn’t want anyone to notice him. The way he kept his eyes focused on the counter in front of him and the way he fidgeted with his fingers as he spoke to customers. He left you confused about how he was the same guy you saw in those videos a few days ago.

You stayed in the small shop, enjoying the comforting ambiance, even after you had finished eating. The day had faded into night, letting the moon make its way above the city. You figured that the best way to watch Moon Knight in action was for night to fall. This mission wasn’t any different from others you’ve had, except the outcome was unclear. In the past, the objective was clear: track down the targets, get information, turn them into S.H.I.E.L.D. or if it came down to it put them down. With Marc, you weren’t sure what side he was on. You didn't doubt that you'd be able to figure out his motives quickly, but you weren't a big fan of going into a situation without a clear picture of the person. It left you with a lingering sense of uncertainty.

Leaving the cafe, you head to the hotel to the right of Marc’s apartment building.

“Good evening, any rooms left on the top floor tonight?”

The teenage boy working behind the counter doesn’t care enough to look up at your question. He just begins tapping buttons.

“Yeah, it’s 130 pounds, and that’s just for one night.” The dull voice makes you smile. At least you know he doesn’t care enough to remember your face.

“Sounds great here.” Sliding over enough to cover the cost for tonight and extra as a tip for him.

“Keep the change. Night.”

He gives no response as you take the hotel key and walk towards the elevator.

Once in the room, you take to the large window that looks over the area. It gives a decent view of the right side of the apartment building. You pull the curtains so they cover the outer portion of the window, and let the blinds open just enough so you can see out but no one could see in. Sliding the brown cushioned chair over to in front of the window, you get settled in for a long night.

There hasn’t been any movement. Hours have gone by and the only interesting thing you’ve seen has been two rats fighting over pizza. Glancing at the clock, you see the red numbers staring back saying 3:00 AM. You rub your eyes, thinking back to the last time you did a stakeout.

You watched as the front people of the group exchanged bags full of cash for crates of alien tech. After the battle of Wakanda, weapon dealers somehow got their grimy hands on the leftovers. They quickly got spread around and were making rounds on the streets. There have been multiple situations where crimes like bank robberies have turned horrible just because of some Chitauri weapons. Waiting for the exchange to be over, you let the guys take the money and leave. You’re only here for the fucks that bought the guns. You’ll deal with the seller later.

You aim the small firearm at one man behind the van, letting him open the door before you pull the trigger. The silencer and your distance let the assassination remain silent. You leave your post and sprint to where the rest of the group struggles to move the extra large crates. Taking a rope, you loop it around someone’s legs and yank, pulling them towards your shadow-cloaked figure. Slamming the guy’s head into the ground with extreme force, he goes limp without screaming. Before anyone has the chance to notice where their friend has vanished, you’re up on the rafters on the underside of the bridge. Once they notice he’s gone, they freeze. The panic looks back and forth before they huddle together, trying to figure out what to do. They have no clue who, where, or what you are. They have no upper hand, so they try to make one.

“You must be dumb! These guns are so powerful they’ll dust your ass!”

You’ve never understood why they try to talk while fighting, not that it’s beneath you but, there are more pressing matters at hand. You don’t strike yet. Letting them get anxious, turning their backs to each other.

There it is. The perfect moment. Where they let a gap form between them, with just enough room so you can land between them and finish them. Tossing down a smoke bomb, you soon follow it. As it fills the area with smoke, you unleash hell upon them. Grabbing one by the jaw, you flip them over your shoulder. Hearing the double snap of bone and then the body hitting the ground, you know you can move on. Kicking the next guy in the legs, you wait for him to fall before brandishing your knife and slashing across Adam’s apple. He gargles as he tries to hold his throat. Taking your foot, you nudge him backward, letting him flop before turning to the next person.

They stare eyes so far open, mouth fully gaped as they take in the scene that happened in front of them. As you stalk towards her, she tries to move away from you, but there’s nowhere for her to go.

“Don’t-don’t do that to me! They forced me into this! Please, you don’t understand!” Dropping to her knees with shaky hands and a raspy voice. She lies.

“You’re such a coward. So pathetic and ashamed of yourself that you’d rather pretend to be some lackey. When in reality you’ve been the one setting up the meetings. Hazing new recruits and even finding suppliers that have the weapons you want.” You scoff.

“Stand up!” She makes no effort.

“Now!” Grabbing her arms, you pull her to her feet.

“Show me all the information that you have saved. Every hard drive, backup file, written plans, and written information. All of it. And if you even think of lying or hiding anything, I’ll give you worse treatment than them.”

Movement on the street causes you to be brought out of the depths of your mind. You hold your breath as you watch a man exit the building. As he turns away from you, he stretches his legs and breaks into a steady jog. It’s not Marc. There’s no curly hair or tan skin. Your shoulders sag in disappointment as you sigh. You know you need at least three hours of sleep and the museum Marc works at doesn’t open until 8. You think for a moment before coming up with a new plan.

You’ll get some sleep and then, once the museum opens, you’ll go in and speak with Marc. The plan sounds good enough to you in your sleepy state that you decide that you’re done brainstorming. Switching into loose-fitting clothes before climbing into bed. The mattress is hard and the sheets tug at your skin in a way that you didn’t know sheets could. Huffing out a small non-humorous laugh, you put your head down with your last thought being a very cynical.

Mmm, Home Sweet Home.

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w3bgrl · 9 months

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universal deviation

synopsis: changbin and juyeon officially deny their dating rumors; now it’s time to talk about it privately.

date: april 5th 2019

era: miroh

word count: 2.3k

featuring: kang juyeon, seo changbin, jyp, bang chan

warnings: n/a, just angst! maybe hinted misogyny at the end?

a/n: lied in that ask lol merry binchumas to those who celebrate! ps this occurs after their music bank performance! also ummm calling jyp ‘jinyoung’ is so weirddd (°_°)

“so…i’m sure you both know why i called you in today,”

changbin and juyeon sat anxiously before their boss in the jyp entertainment conference room with sweaty palms, tongues nearly bitten in half as he spoke.

“but, i wanted to get on top of this issue before it could get too out of hand. especially since you’re in the same group. firstly, however,”

they swore they could guess what was coming next.

“congratulations on your first win yesterday!”

juyeon and changbin let out a breath they had been holding since the moment they entered the room and smiled with the relief of some weight being lifted from their chests, thanking him humbly in unison.

“i have high hopes for the future of stray kids.” jinyoung eye-smiled in the same kindred way he always did to make others feel more comfortable in his authoritative presence. “i believe your time to really shine will come sooner than later, and i look forward to watching you all grow as artists.”

his smile fell now, replaced with that stone cold expression they had become quite familiar with during their trainee days. “but, all of that starts with maintaining your images for the fans. so, i’d like to get a direct quote that explains the situation and clarifies the status of your relationship with one another.”

“before we begin,” jinyoung slid the notepad beside him closer to where he could write “i’ll remind you that the company dating policy states that romantic relationships are strictly prohibited for the first 3 years after debut. in your case, this will be in 2021. i think as idols, the first three to five years after debut should be focused purely on promoting. so, with that said, is there anything in particular you would like to be cited?”

for the first time since sitting down the accused pair now looked at one another with knowing eyes. it was a good thing they read each other better than jyp because obviously they saw right through the others feigned innocence. juyeon was the first to turn back to their boss, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before she spoke.

“um…i know to be more subtle showing affection to my members for the public eye, so i apologize for acting without thinking. i will be more careful with my actions moving forward.”

the older man nodded approvingly and began to transcribe her account on his notepad. at this same time, changbin nudged her foot with his own under the table, eyes meeting from the corners of their vision. his eyebrows just barely knitted together like he disapproved of what she said, and as jyp looked back up, juyeon shifted to cross her legs.

“so,” he sighed and clicked his pen a few times “i’m just gonna go right ahead and ask; are you two in a relationship?”

changbin was the one to speak this time. “no.” he said stolidly, his tone flat and almost disinterested. “we’re just friends.”

“close friends.” she added

there was a moment of scrutiny from the man across the table who stared at them with narrowed, unmoving eyes. to be completely fair, both of their answers did sound a little uncertain, like they weren’t on the same page about where they stood. yet, jinyoung simply nodded and jotted down their words.

“that is good to hear, teamwork is an important piece of the puzzle. i hope this incident won’t impact your friendship.”

it was a blessing their boss wasn’t paying them any mind when he said this. even the most oblivious person in the world could have noticed the thunderstorm that brewed between them, growling and snarling as lightning struck with his words. they shared another knowing glance.

the trip home was quiet.

changbin and juyeon walked side by side with an unfamiliar distance between them, sullen eyes wandering from the cold tile flooring every few seconds to get a glimpse of the other. neither dared to mention the dark clouds that hung over their heads and instead fell head first into the busy swirl of anxieties, only starting to get dizzy once they arrived at their front door. changbin prayed that someone - anyone - would be home to ease the aching tension between them but all hope was lost when he wiggled the handle to find it locked.

the younger boy sighed heavily as he fished in his pocket for the key and hurriedly unlocked the door, obviously frustrated and yet he still held it open for her.

once in the entryway they both turned away from one another to take their shoes off and throw their stuff down haphazardly by the door. from his spot on the ground to unlace his boots changbin could see juyeon face him for only a moment before she left to disappear around the corner of the living room, a heavy thud followed by a grumble echoing off the wooden floors. he finally worked the shoe off his heel and meekly followed after to find her slumped into the couch.

juyeon looked up at him through her dark lashes and, though her features were tainted with woe, she offered him a weak smile. changbin felt a kick to the chest and left a noticeable gap as he sat down beside her, his mannerisms and movements now much softer than just a few moments ago.

there was a good long pause where both of them searched for something to say. anything would have sufficed, honestly, because this melancholic silence was really starting to eat away at their shared sanity. or what little was left of it at this point.

“please say something.”

she’d never heard his voice so frail, so weak. like a child asking for reassurance that things were okay. and unfortunately, the older girl didn’t have anything reassuring to say. she opted for another approach instead.

“sorry for getting you caught up in all this.”

changbin habitually reached out to tuck the stray hairs behind her ear so he could see her face but decided against it halfway. he sat back. “it’s a two-way street, joong. you can’t take all the blame.”

“but i am to blame.” she hummed, her gaze everywhere but him “we wouldn’t be here if i just…didn’t do…what i did...”

“…ju.”

finally she looked back over at the delicate flower beside her who blinked away tears as he shifted in his seat. “i’m glad you did. if not i would’ve spent the rest of my life wondering what it would be like. whatever it—”

he stopped himself. he knew what it was. they both did. and it was a part of the past now, there was no point in weaseling around anymore. still, he couldn’t put the word to it.

“—it was nice. and for what it’s worth, i wouldn’t change anything. if given another chance i’d do it all again. i’d rather die at your hands than never have felt them at all.”

she couldn’t help but smile at his words. he was always so poetic.

“you’re really special, you know that? i don’t know if anyone’s ever told you. i don’t know if i ever told you. but i hope you know. there is no one else in the world that even comes close.”

while the older girl rarely allowed her painful emotions to be shown in front of anyone else, changbin was someone who wore his heart on his sleeve - feelings displayed before him for anyone to bear witness. so when he finally gave up on fighting the tears and let them fall in thick streams down his cheeks that met at the scar on his chin, juyeon had to look away.

“don’t do that.” her voice was shaky as she nudged him with her foot “i’m not going anywhere — neither are you. i’ll be right here for a long time.”

he finally broke his gaze from her figure to wipe his wet face. “i know - i just…i just wish things were different. i don’t want this chapter to be over yet.”

there was a beat before her response.

“i’ll keep the corner folded on your page.”

her words resonated a bittersweet song that played on his heartstrings and when he was finally able to convince himself to look back over at the close friend beside him, there was already that familiar doting smile on her lips. he could feel his eyes getting wet again as she reached out to wipe the overlooked tear on his cheek and, for the first time, her touch left a sting.

“i know your feelings are locked up tight and all but…” he winced “how are you so okay?”

juyeon took a deep breath, subconsciously self-soothing. “i have to be. at least on the outside.”

“you can’t keep that up forever”

“it won’t be forever. just for…” her comforting smile became muddled as the timeline began to unfold before her “…for a while.” she said. her mouth tasted bitter.

he wanted to refute her claims - to tell her that it was okay to show them (him) how she really felt, especially in the privacy of their own dorm. but as he took just a second longer to think about it, he realized she was right. they weren’t just automatically in the clear once the statement came out, and though he’d certainly have to make some adjustments, juyeon especially would be scrutinized far worse than he ever would. or any other member for that matter. it happened before for less. he just couldn’t stop wishing that things were different; the people and the standards and their boss and —

“hey,”

her soft hum pulled him from the spiral.

“one day we’ll look back and laugh about this. and things will be different, but it’ll be okay. it is okay.”

changbin caught her fingers to pull her hand away from his cheek, deciding instead to cherish how perfectly the puzzle pieces of their palms fit together just one more time. he watched his thumb trace over the tattoo on the back of her hand and spoke so softly it was almost like he didn’t want her to hear him.

“i’ll ache over you until then.”

juyeon gave his hand a squeeze, and in that soft voice he used to adore, she put the final nail in the coffin that sealed their fate. maybe it was cruel of her; finally putting a word to it now of all times. but to her it was more like a secret message to the universe. like folding the corner of a page to revisit it later.

“the love isn’t going anywhere, bin. it’ll always be here.”

without the context she kept hidden inside, her original theory was correct; it was cruel. and her choice of words hit him like a truck. though he’d never been stabbed before, changbin could imagine that it felt pretty similar to this. and just as the tears began to fall again, there was a commotion on the other side of the room.

the pained pair whipped their heads in horror to see what it was - who had just stumbled upon something they definitely shouldn’t have - only to find chan waddling out of his room, eyes bleary with sleep. his hair stuck up in all places and as his focus zeroed-in on the recently accused chan was quickly brought back to reality.

“hey — are you okay? the meeting?”

changbin still hadn’t gotten past that word yet; love. it rang in his ears like his morning alarms, jarring and above all else, frustrating. that just left juyeon to handle the damage control and thankfully she was quick to jump into action.

“meeting went fine, binnie just felt bad i got in trouble.” she feigned nonchalance and fluffed his hair while he wiped his tears “but it’s okay, nothing’s changing and there should be a statement soon.”

changbin sniffled and plastered on a weak smile with a thumbs up to help the cause. it seemed to work as chan nodded with a yawn.

“well, i’m glad it went well. sorry you got in trouble, biya.”

she stood with a shrug, finally leaving the younger boys’ side to lighten the tension she felt with a joke as she grabbed a drink from the fridge. “it’s fine. just can’t be friends with my friends on camera, that’s all.”

chan chuckled dryly, “you’re funny, but that actually makes me very sad.”

“want a hug?” she offered over her shoulder as she unscrewed the lid.

“of course!”

the leader (who seemed like both the oldest and the maknae at times) giggled and happily bounced over to her, arms wrapping around her waist to lift her off her feet in a tight bear hug. he made incomprehensible squeaky noises as she wheezed and set her back down with a pat on the head.

juyeon laughed breathlessly as a result of having all the oxygen squeezed from her lungs. “better?”

“for now.” chan beamed. the chirp! of a twitter notification made his phone vibrate in his pocket and upon checking it he looked back to changbin, tears gone but the emotion still prevalent. “the rest of the boys should be bringing food home soon and then we’re going to the studio. you guys coming?”

both parties hummed in response.

he nodded and began to backpedal toward the bathroom. “kay, then i’m gonna go take a quick shower before i have to fight for it.”

“don’t slip!” juyeon called after him

“we’ll see!”

chan entered the bathroom and made sure to lock it behind him before looking in the mirror to find the natural perplexed expression he had been biting back. did they think they were slick? juyeon and changbin may have been able to fly under the radar to their boss, but really, how could they ever deceive someone who knew them as well as chan did?

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popcornforone · 1 year

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Pike & Prejudice

A Marcus Pike Fan Fic

My summer vibes are going well, it’s now time for Marcus Pike to have a bit of a vibe with you. Marcus is just such a romantic isn’t he, he deserves so much better. So when I randomly thought of the initial scenario in my head I knew I had to write it & find the right Pedro character for it. I just didn’t expect it to go for more than just a few paragraphs. Once again I’ve built relationships, that’s clearly my strong point, im starting to notice that now.

Synopsis: Marcus lovingly mocks all of your romance books when you decide to buy a place together, however it’s a few months later when his own romantic moment that he wants to create, leads to something’s that aren’t discussed in some of those classics.

Word count: 4100

Warnings: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18! PIV sex, shower sex, established long term relationship, teasing, pleasuring, swearing. Most of this is fluffy & romantic until we get to that one part of the fic.

Thanks as always for the read peoples, it’s all ways appreciated, please drop me any feedback at all.

Today is finally the day, you’re moving in together. You brought this place a while ago but you have had to wait for your last assignment to end so you can move states before you moved to the new offices. He’s already been in a for a few weeks & you’ve been to see him to consummate your decision to finally take the plunge & live together. He’s been good while he’s lived there on his own, he’s decorated the main bedroom & lounge, you have helped when you could, any excuse to go & see him. Living away has had its struggles but today is the day it actually becomes a reality.

“You only lived in 1 room how the hell do you have so many boxes?” Marcus asks as he carrys in another box to dump in the spare room for sorting. “Just because I lived with room mates, doesn’t mean I don’t have lots of stuff” you reply as you carry in your house plants, & put them on the sideboard in the hall straight away. Marcus pulls a face “well they aren’t going to live there, not enough natural light” “are you saying I’m gonna kill my house plants?” You accusingly reply. Marcus shrugs with a giggle & you hug him & give him a tender kiss. “I’m so happy we’re finally doing this Marcus . It feels like it’s taken forever” your noses rub sweetly against each other. “You’ve got to take it slow, if it’s right for life” he replies, his lips finding yours again, the sweetest kisses in the world come from this man’s mouth.

You’d brought most of your clothes over during the week, but most of what is yours has been dumped in the guest bedroom for you to sort out when you got here. Marcus has been slowly sorting his things out, but he wanted to make sure your new place together is a mix of both of you, not just something you’ve added too. Most of his stuff is in the dinning room which he’s not yet eaten in. “So I was thinking,” you start as you finish eating your sandwich. “That we make the lounge look good first. You’ve already painted it & the floor is down & the sofa & tv are up, but why don’t we build that book case? We have lots of books just sat in boxes, duplicates we can store but we should combine our collections together. Show people we have passion for literature as well as each other” the smile on his face when you mention reading or books, means you know you’ve cracked him. It’s something he’s wanted to do for the last few weeks, but he didn’t want to do this without your input. “You’ve read my mind baby, I’ve waited so long to get my books out. Let’s build that bookcase after lunch. I mean how hard can it be?” He laughs as he gulps his juice.

Turns out very hard “where’s screw F?” He starts to flap as he builds while you read the instructions. “I handed it to you literally 20seconds ago” you reply rolling your eyes, mockingly tutting. “Maybe this is why it takes couples so long to move in together, as they argue about building furniture” he scoffs. You’ve just noticed where the screw is & aren’t saying a word as you read the next two stages of instructions. “Well you said you wanted to build it with my input so…” “are you being sarcy?” He rolls his eyes & glances at you “no…” you smirk, you know what’s coming. Marcus crawls across the floor to you, pinning you down & starts blowing raspberries on your ticklish neck. “Ahhh baby, I’m sorry, ahhh” you giggle & scream & he chuckles away too, before he stops & you both calm down as your eyes meet. The lock is intense, & the way his lips feel as he embraces yours is one you will never tire of. So deep & connected. It’s only as he comes up for air, ready to go for another kiss, that he catches out of the corner of his eye where screw F is & a smile falls across his face, as your hands stroke each others cheek before bookcase building resumes.

You both are impressed that you built that bookcase & didn’t attempt to kill each other, that’s a good start to life together, but now comes the interesting part. Your 7 boxes of books between you put by the entrance of the lounge. “So should we decide on an order for putting them in first, or go through the boxes & then see what we have & then decide” Marcus asks. “Well I think Biography’s should go separate to everything else, they aren’t fiction, but other than that, I don’t mind. Maybe we should unpack each others books?” You smile as you grab the first box of his. “Oooh absolutely I like that idea, we then each know what are going to be duplicates” & Marcus grabs your first box. You start looking through his box, making 4 piles. Paper backs, hardbacks, biography’s & duplicates. “Well I didn’t have you down for reading this?” You hold up his copy of Britney Spears biography. “Oooh baby baby” Marcus starts singing baby one more time, & you laugh when he does the high note of “still believe”. “I think you just upset the neighbours cat, that was so high” you laugh, continuing onto his second box.

“Well you know I can’t sing, after we met at that karaoke night 2 years ago, & yet you’ve still stuck around.” He smiles as he puts to the side your copies of 50shades rolling his eyes at them, he knew he’d find them eventually in those boxes. “I think the porn star martinis had a lot to do with how that night turned out” you smile”& look at us now, going through boxes & wondering why you have 2 copies of Ready Player One?” He asks doing a double table, making sure he hadn’t lost his mind. “I had a copy & then I won the other at a quiz night I went to, but the one I won is a 2nd edition so that’s for selling one day, when it’s worth a bit” “fair enough.” Marcus replies still looking through your books.

“How many romance novels do you have?” He asks on the final box he’s undoing. “Not that many” your interrupted by him”how many is many? Cos so far I’m up to 12?” “12?!” You’re shocked “seriously?!” He beacons you over & he shows you a pile in the floor. “I had no idea” you look at them “well some of these are classics though, which everyone’s reads. Never let me go, Emma, Little Women. I don’t think they count they are just…” “13!” He waves the next book in your face as he interrupts “Pride & Prejudice” “ahhh Mr Darcy” you giggle & he playfully hits you with the book. “I mean no book collections should be without this, bet you’ve got the film too?” He asks raising an eyebrow. “With Firth & Macfadden” you smile & kiss his cheek. “Can’t believe everyone got hot under the collar about Firth getting out of that lake all dripping” you say as a throw away comment. “Marcus smiles at you. “Okay I see your point with all the classics that true, but it’s still a lot” he smiles as he gets the last 3 books out of the box, the last one over all being Gone Girl. “Now this… this is a book…” he smiles. “Don’t worry” you say as you rub his shoulders, resting your head into his neck, “I won’t go all Amy on you” you cackle. “But I might use that line if we ever get to our 5th anniversary baby” he says winking. You’ve read the book countless times & it makes you both laugh & blush. “Well I look forward to that day Marcus” his head turns to face yours & your kiss is soft & tentative, safe in you both being exactly where you want to be in life.

Months pass & summer arrives. You’re both so happy living together. Work does get in the way, but you both knew this would be the case with him being an fbi agent. But you always try to make Sundays your couples day & this Sunday is a rather glorious Sunday, perfect for a walk by the lake after a bit of lunch before heading back home to a dinner you will cook together, & then settling down to watch more of the Peaky Blinders Marathon you are doing.

As you sit in the cafe by the lake eating your sandwiches , after a lovely walk taking photos, Marcus says something very spontaneous which isn’t like him at all. “We should rent one of those boats after lunch & row on the lake” he’s even shocked the words have come out of his mouth. You look at him perplexed. “Are you okay? Have you been swapped with another Marcus Pike?” You ask, prodding him to make sure he’s real. “Didn’t you ever as a kid want to go on one of those boats?” He asks as he sips his coffee “yea but I was 5 or 6 not 30” you chuckle as you steal one of his crisps “well now we’re adults, we live together, no parents to say it’s a waste of money & not worth the time” Marcus is making a very good point & you can see the excitement in his eyes to do this. “Fuck it, why not” you say “you right let’s do it after lunch” His smile is mischievous at your comments & he caresses your hand across the table.

“$25 for 45mins on the lake” the boatman asks & Marcus pays & he helps to get you comfortably in the boat. They have lockers & you have left most of your stuff in there. You’ve got your camera to take pictures of the boat ride & that’s about it. Marcus insists on rowing, so you can be treated like the queen you are. He slowly starts to row out into the lake & you start taking photos. “I’m getting some really good ones here Marcus, I can’t wait to show you some of these later.” “Whatever you take is always so beautiful my love, I always love your nature photos, so calming & peaceful.” He says slowly rowing further around the lake. He insisted on putting on canvas one of your sunset photos from a few years ago, so people see it when they enter your house. “How are your arms baby?” You ask after about 10minutes. “I’m happy to row too…” “no no no…” he chuckles “this is all for you, trust me” he smiles & you go past a beautiful willow tree before he stops the boat in the middle of the lake & starts to shimmy across towards you tentatively.

Your heart is racing, only a moment like this in the middle of the lake in the sunshine, as he wears his favourite white shirt & jeans as he slowly stands up, with his eyes full of desire, can only mean one thing. He’s going to ask you to marry him. You’re trying to just stay calm about this but your mind is racing, already thinking of venues, flower girls, first dances. You glance up at him as he steadies himself & starts to speak.

“My love, Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.” He pauses “or maybe I’m remembering it wrong…” he’s quoting all your romance books, declaring his love for all to see. Your eyes are filling with tears as he recites them all. You are a little too overwhelmed & he can see this, & so he bends a little to come & hold your hand, to finally you hope ask that questions, that you both know will be answered with i do.

Then the next minute is a blur, but not for the reason you expect. Another boat isn’t looking where it’s rowing & it crashes into yours, just at the point where Marcus lifts his leg to take a step. Neither of you can react, it just happens. He loses his balance as the boat rocks & as you go to grab him to steady him you make the boat move even more, & he tumbles into the lake. “Ahhhh Marcus” you screech. The people on the other boat realising what they have done. Up he come spluttering for air, drenched to the bone, while the other boat rows around to help him back into your boat & keep it steady.

You camera is still in your hand & you start taking photos of the incident, & then you stop. He pulls himself out of the water. The crisp white shirt is now see-through, & completely stuck to him. Every muscle well defined & on display & you just gawp. You know Marcus has a good body but it looks too good here, you’re jealous that others are seeing what delights you most evening before bed. He gets over the initial shock of going into the water & sits back down on the boat with the people on the other boat still apologising profusely. He tells them he’s okay & shouldn’t have been standing up in the first place. He then sees your eyes dilated in desire lusting over him unable to speak, jaw almost on the floor looking at your man. “Well you can call me Mr Darcey now if you want” he smirks which brings you back to reality. You laugh “are you okay baby?” You ask, there’s a blanket under the bench you are sitting on & you hand it to him to dry off. “Well when I’m home, warm & dry I will be” he smiles “it’s cold in there despite being so warm today” “it is a natural lake baby,” your little giggle always makes him melt a little. Those big brown eyes always fall more in love with you when you do that. “Let me row us back to the boat house” you grab both the ores & carefully navigate your way back to the boat house. He may not have asked you to marry him, but this will be a story you both tell for many years to come.

You’ve never seen Marcus move so quickly when you get home. He’s up those stairs & changing out of his clothes running the hot water for him. You’re busy getting some things out ready for dinner tonight when you receive a message asking you to join him. You’re never turning that offer down, so you go upstairs taking your clothes off as you go.

In his wet clothes he looked good coming out of the lake, but seeing him from behind washing his long naked body, as the steam starts to form, you bite your bottom lip. An arse so peachy, perfect for squeezing, always being admired by your wondering eyes. Watching the lather from the soap drip down his back as he rolls his head around. “I can tell you’re biting your bottom lip my love.” He mumbles, not even turning “maybe it’s time we shared those lips” it’s a much deeper & seductive tone, & you don’t deny him. You walk around in front of him & grab his wash puff & caress it over his chest. “My big strong leading man had a bit of an adventure today, didn’t he?” You say as he sighs as you get covered by the cascading water too & you rub circles around his chest. “I’m always on an adventure with you baby” he echos back. He takes the washer from you, putting in on the side shelf as he towers over you leaning in to claim your lips at last. Your naked body trembling with anticipation.

He slowly pulls you into him so he’s against the cold tiles of the shower, your lips hungrily chasing after each other. His hands on top of your arse tracing over those round cheeks, while you have one hand in his hair as your faces merge, & the other trailing down from his chest, slowly edging near his happy trail, to then eventually start stroking his length. When your hand makes contact his eyes shut & he gasps. “I’m not sure this happens in any of your romance books my love,” you go to protest before he continues “you can’t call Christian Grey romance” “yea your right” you reply before you start kissing his chest, chasing all those water droplets that are covering & flowing from his body. Watching him pant expectant for more that this seduction.

He slowly turns you so you are now against the tiles & spreads your legs a little. You’ve had shower sex with Marcus before, but not since you brought your own home together. He knows the best way to enjoy this & he is making sure you are ready. He leisurely strokes his length which you had been teasing with your own hand. “Real romance storys leave out the naughty bits” he says eyes twinkling at you through the steam. “Then I’m very glad we aren’t in one, because I would be livid if I wasn’t satisfied with a happy ending” you gaze upon him as his head comes down to take your lips again. Your hand joins his on his penis & once he has done with an initial tease, your moan is deep as he enters your core in a couple of slow motions. Making sure you’re okay to start, then checking he’s alright & then seeing how deep He can go, as drags along your walls.

“Fuck Marcus…” you pant out. He always feels so much bigger when he has you like this “fuck yesss” your hand grips into his shoulder as he starts to make regular movement. Marcus doesn’t say to much during sex ever, he likes to hear you whimper & moan. You don’t put it on but when you do you make sure it’s sound sexy. His eyes, lips & hand say what his words don’t. Feeling all the man that he is as he attends to every need your body gives aways. A hand stroke here, a quick dance around your nipples, grappling you thighs, he reads your body so well & it shows. “Ooh my love, you’re so tight tonight.” The words come out softly as he sucks on your neck, his moves getting faster, you feel him even deeper insider you.

“Please baby please” his hand is on your clit, making each gasp & pant longer. Your body’s rhythm now matching, as you feel like he’s pushing you into the tiles & through the wall into the guest bedroom. He’s delicate & also powerful when he needs to be, but it’s exactly what you need. He makes sure that your body responds to each touch, & he can see it react each time. He can also feel the way he drags in & out of you, filling your cunt with his penis. Making sure that you will remember this sensation & moment for a little while. The heat is steaming off you both, making the actual hot shower feel cold. The passion you have to make sure each other feel good, is unrivalled, & it’s growing every single time the two of you make love. “Marcus, make me yours” you’re going high pitched as you look up at the ceiling. The mist isn’t the only thing blurring your vision as you start to lose control & can feel your orgasm approaching.

Each thrust pushing the air out of your body, makes your moans louder. His pace is getting fast but it’s not blistering. It’s methodical & he is enjoying every second, feeling your body go numb & he hears you beg for more. He burys his head in the crook of your neck, rocking into you nibbling at it. He then slowly rests his mouth next to your ear & whispers “you’re ready baby, let go” it’s deep & seductive much like the eyes that you know are looking deeply into your soul. As your core gives in & you gush & soak his cock deep inside you, the moan you make can probably be heard by the entire street. “Just like that, good girl” he returns his head to your neck for more indulgance & pushes fully into you, thrusting his hardest. Making sure he coats you with his essence. He is silent as he cums, but you can feel he has as warmth embraces your cunt. “Fuccckkkk” you moan. Your can also see his shoulders relax & his movements slow, now he has experienced his favourite pleasure. “Marcus, my Marcus” you pant desperate for air, as you return from your high back to the reality of the shower, water & mist & the man you adore. You don’t need a proposal to know this man loves you. It’s the look in his eyes as you finally lock them with yours again that tells you all you need to know. He is yours, you are his, you don’t need any other validations other than the come down kisses you are about to have.

Cleaned & dried off after your exploits in the shower together, Marcus & you put on your jammies & start cooking dinner together. A slight kiss her, a bum grab there. Harmless usual Sunday late afternoon flirting. Something that’s so you two. It’s cheesy but it always makes you blush & feel all unnecessary & always keeps the spark alive in your relationship. Once you’ve eaten, you sit on the sofa ready to watch the next part of Peaky Blinders, however you’re shocked when the menu screen for Gone Girl appears, but you don’t complain, it’s one of your favourite movies & books of all time. You smile as Marcus wraps the blanket around the two of you & you start watching the thriller movie.

About 5mins in he pauses it after the line about the 5th anniversary, remembering what you’d both talked about months ago, when putting the books on the shelf. “I can’t remember if that line is just made up for the film or if it is in the book?” He whispers. “Go check my love.” & he gestures at the copy that’s on the side table which is used with a few other duplicates you have to show off to people. You scoot across the sofa & remove the fake sunflowers propped on top of it & life of Pi & flick towards that page, when something shiny lands in your lap. There it is, the engagement ring you thought might not come.

Tears well in your eyes as you turn around to see Marcus on his knee off the sofa. “This may not have been the way I planned to do this today, but I think this makes it more us” he says his hands now in your palms intertwined. “& I also don’t think that quote about fucking her & then slapping his cock on her saying that some wood for you would have been the most romantic way to declare my intentions while standing on that boat” this makes you smile & laugh even more, brushing your eyes of water. “But what do you say to getting that far my love? Will you be my wife? Will you let me be your leading romantic man, faults & all?” He pleads. You nod silently as his own tears fall & he places the simple small diamond on your ring finger. “Forever baby, I’ll say yes forever” you hold his face before you make out. Lips entranced, devouring each other desperate to never break this moment. “I don’t need any romance novels ever again. I have you, the most romantic hero any woman could ever ask for” he tucks your hair behind your ear before he delivers another cherished kiss to your lips & then knuckles. “My perfect fiancé” he says as he wraps you in his arms & he puts the film back on. You both now know that love doesn’t need to be picture perfect like the books or films, it’s just got to be right for the both of you.

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duckprintspress · 9 months

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Meet Aether Beyond the Binary Contributor Terra P. Waters

Another day, another AETHER BEYOND THE BINARY creator to shine the spotlight on!

Before we get to that, just a note: hi, I’m Nina Waters, the lead editor, the person running this campaign, and the one who writes all these blog posts. I’ll be traveling for the next four days (Friday, Jan 12 – Monday, Jan 15) to vend for Duck Prints Press at Arisia in Boston. As a result, I will be slower to answer messages, reply to comments, and post updates (I’m going to try to post one, but I’m not sure I’ll have time). I appreciate your patience while I’m less available. And if by some chance, you’re attending the con, make sure you come and say hi! I’ll be at table D14 in the dealer’s room.

Now, on to Terra…!

About Terra: Terra is a scientist by day who lives in the Pacific Northwest with her family. She has been writing fiction as long as she can remember, and has always told her partner of 17 years that if she wasn’t a scientist, she would be an author. During grad school, she discovered fanfiction and immediately began writing her own. After many years and several fandoms (including Teen Wolf, Hawaii Five-0, and Stranger Things), she returned to writing original fiction. To date, she has self-published two novellas in a 90s-nostalgia polyamory comedy series and has drafted two YA/NA sci-fi novels. When not doing science or writing, you can find Terra indulging her yarn addiction and knitting.

Links: Archive of Our Own | Tumblr (pterawaters) | Tumblr (terrapwaters) | Instagram | Bluesky

Terra has previously published one short stories with Duck Prints Press, a Patreon-exclusive entitled The Wayward Timekeeper, and she also wanted to share a few of her works from AO3:

Kope Kamekona (Hawaii Five-O, Steve McGarrett/Catherine Rollins/Danny Williams)

Forever’s gonna start tonight (Stranger Things, A/B/O, multiple ships and ot3s)

Other Delicacies (Our Flag Means Death, Ed Teach/Stede Bonnet) – this is the piece that Terra used to apply to Duck Prints Press, and several of us reviewers liked it so much that we sought it out and read the whole thing even though we aren’t in the fandom!

An Interview with Terra P. Waters

What motivates you to create?

My love for the ideas!

How did you pick the name you create under?

I’ve been using the name “pterawaters” since 2009, when I joined fanfiction.net. “Ptera” came from an old gaming character I had, “Ptera the Pterrible,” and “Waters” was a last name I really liked the sound of. For my original writing, I decided to go with a more conventional version of the name. I moved the P from the front of my name to the middle initial as an homage to my fannish writing name.

What do you consider to be your strengths as a creator?

My ability to brainstorm scenarios and know how to outline the plot from there. Longer-form works, where I get to dig into the character motivations and development. World building.

What do you consider to be your weaknesses as a creator?

Short stories, creating characters who serve the story I want to tell, adding enough description around the dialog and plot.

When and why did you begin creating?

I’ve been writing since I was a kid, and even took a lot of creative writing classes during college (aside from my science major). I get a lot of joy out of thinking “what if…” and then turning that idea into a story.

Are you a pantser, a planner, or a planster? What’s your process look like?

I’m most often a planner. I like to outline the story beats of any project before I write. Sometimes, I’ll be more of a plantser. I’ll write 1-2k words of an idea before I do the rest of the outline, so I can see if it’s an idea worth planning out further.

Which of your own creations is your favorite? Why?

I wrote a story called “Entanglement” that was part of a long Stranger Things fanwork series. It’s absolutely my favorite thing I’ve ever written, and I’m excited to get to the point where I can incorporate the rewritten version into my sci-fi series.

What are your favorite tropes?

Polyamory, First times/Getting together, Forced proximity (cuddling for warmth, only one bed), Soulmate AUs, Omegaverse, Fake relationship, Friends to Lovers

What are your favorite snacks and/or drinks to consume while creating?

I like herbal tea, candy, or a crunchy snack like popcorn. I’ve recently gotten into eating roasted lentils, which is a nice substitute for not being able to eat nuts anymore.

What is your “dream project” – the thing you’d see as the culmination of your work as a creator?

I want to finish a series of at least 4 novels and have them all in print.

When you look at your “career” as a creator, what achievement would you most like to reach – what, if it happened or has already happened, would/did make you go “now – now I’m a success!”?

I would like to have at least one full-length novel printed and for people to actually buy it!

Tell us about your pet(s).

I have two orange cats, Gadget (the chonk) and Gizmo (anxiety in animal form).

What’s the best advice you’ve ever received?

Finish the thing. My writing got so much better once I forced myself to finish fan works so I could put them up for other people to read. Practicing the first part of writing a story without practicing how to write the end leaves you never finishing anything.

Terra’s Contribution to Aether Beyond the Binary

Title: Ancient Hearts Unearthed

Tags: academia, alternate history, cancer, character illness (serious), f/nb, f/f (background), fat, first kiss, friends to lovers, getting together, hospital, modern with magic, mystery, non-binary, panic attacks, past tense, phobia (claustrophobia), pining, professor, scientist, third person limited pov

Excerpt:

Victoria turned and ran a hand over the runes again. “What bothers me is that these are early Age of Aether markings. You see the way they’re using archaic forms of our letters?”

Sasha leaned closer. “I’ll be damned. This doesn’t match the bronze-era artifacts in the rest of the cave, either.” They made a tiny humming noise. “Who else would have this much knowledge of ancient runes?”

As Victoria leaned as close as she could to the wall, she asked distractedly, “What do you mean?”

“Obviously, it’s a fake,” they said, mulling over the problem in their head. “Sanderson has wanted my place on the admissions committee since he joined the department.”

“What if it’s not a fake?” Victoria made a tiny, excited noise. “What if this is early Aether Age work? What if this is a secret that’s been buried for almost a thousand years?”

Sasha’s heart swooped at the thought. “We have to find out what that inscription says.”

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beefromanoff · 1 year

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Going Under Ch. 23

summary: another night at the compound. Wanda has a bad dream. Gianna asks Bucky to stay.

characters: Bucky Barnes x OC

soundtrack: you're the one - greta van fleet

warnings: fluff, pop star fantasy x love story, set in an AU where the Avengers reunite after Civil War, pre-infinity war, slight angst, hurt/comfort, lonely reader/OC.

author’s note: some hints as to where the plot is going...some angst, but TRUST ME. I plan to have plenty of fluff too. thanks for reading, xo!

chapter list

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Gianna’s voice rang out across the stage, cutting through the air with the kind of intensity that only came from a woman scorned.

Her presence was different than before. Her eyes didn’t twinkle, her smile wasn’t audible in the way she sang, she didn’t dance around the stage. There was no glitter, no pastels, no mistaking her for some kind of character from a fairytale.

This time, she was cold. Closed off. Her eyes were hardened, darker. There was no sign of a smile on her face, her pretty features icy even under the heat of the spotlights. She clutched the microphone with both hands, never removing it from the stand. Her eyes remained locked on the camera, gliding down the wire as it filmed her.

She knew, somewhere, he was watching.

“Wanda! WANDA!”

She jolted awake with a start, assessing her surroundings immediately. Steve and Natasha’s worried faces hovered over her, with Peter’s not far behind them. Pushing herself up on her elbows, she looked around the common room.

“What happened?”

Nat sat down on the couch next to her. “I think you were having a nightmare.”

“You looked…upset.” Steve frowned.

“That, and the lamp was floating,” Peter added sheepishly, gesturing to the piece of decor in his hands. Thank God for spidey senses, or it would probably be shattered all over the floor.

Wanda rubbed her eyes with her hands. “Sorry guys, I haven’t had one in forever.” Feeling their worried gazes still on her, she forced a smile. “I’m good, promise. I just shouldn’t nap after eating so much candy.” Peter ducked as she threw an empty skittles bag at him.

Steve glanced at Natasha briefly before nodding, turning to Peter. “Alright, kid, let’s get back to it. Someone’s gotta show these recruits how to take a punch.”

Groaning, Peter traipsed out the door after him. “Something tells me it’s not gonna be you.”

When the elevator doors had closed behind them, Natasha turned back to Wanda, the room silent. “Was this one like before?”

Wanda hung her head, replaying the scene in her head. “It felt…similar. It felt so real. But I don’t understand, it doesn’t make sense.”

Nat put a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently. “What happened? Who…who was the dream about?”

“It was Gianna.” Wanda squeezed her eyes closed. “She was performing again. She looked…broken. Angry. I could feel her pain, it was overwhelming. She felt…alone.” She looked directly at Natasha. “She felt abandoned.”

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“Care for some company?”

Gianna looked up from where she sat out on the balcony, watching the sunset across the lake. Her hair was damp from showering, staining the shoulders of her sweatshirt. She tucked her notebook behind her knees, hiding it from the subject of her writing.

“It depends, is the company as handsome as you are?”

Bucky grinned, looking down. It was almost painful how adorable she found his humility. Even after all this time, he still struggled to take a compliment, especially from her.

“Guilty.” He sat down in the overstuffed patio chair next to her. “Didn’t feel like going all the way down tonight?”

“I ate way too much lasagna for that kind of a trek,” Gianna put a hand over her stomach, groaning. “Plus, I’ve gotta save something for the morning. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my daily schedule isn’t exactly overflowing.”

“If you want, I can sign you up for a shift helping Sam train air agility.” Bucky shrugged. “It’s the most fun job in the whole place.”

She raised an eyebrow, already seeing where this was going. “How exactly do you help him train air mobility?”

“Mainly by throwing things at him while he flies. Rocks, benches, tires, Peter…” He trailed off, chuckling as Gianna shoved him, giggling despite herself.

“Be nice!”

“Okay, okay, no training for you.” He gestured to her notebook. “New song?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” She winked, holding it to her chest.

“Alright.” He looked at her for a second before standing up and silently walking towards the doors.

“Wait, hey!” Gianna called after him. “Where are you going?”

He smirked over his shoulder as he pulled open the door. “Two can play at that game.”

Moments later, he reappeared through the door holding a small black leather notebook and pen. She eyed him as he returned to his seat next to her, opening it without a single look at her. Clicking his pen, he began to scrawl onto the page.

“Are you making fun of me?” Gianna cocked her head to the side.

“Ah, I wouldn't dream of it.”

She watched him write, a suppressed smile set on his stubbled jawline. After a moment, she clicked her own pen. “Fine.”

They sat quietly for close to ten minutes, the scratch of pen on paper and rustle of wind in the trees filling the air. Unable to focus on her lyrics any longer, Gianna gave in. “Alright, I cave. I’m tapping out.”

Bucky looked up at her innocently, pen still hovering above the page. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, you’re clearly baiting me with something.” She rolled her eyes. “Where did you even find that? Is it Peter’s? If it’s for one of his classes, he’s gonna freak out when he sees it’s gone.”

“It’s mine.” He blinked.

She narrowed her eyes. Over the past few months, she’d gotten exceptionally good at reading his poker face. Either he’d leveled up recently, or…he wasn’t kidding.

“If it’s yours, then how have I never seen it?”

“I really only write in it at night.” He shrugged. “You were either asleep on the bus or in your own room.”

Her posture changed as the tone shifted from teasing to vulnerable. “What do you write about?”

“Oh you know,” His smirk returned. “A list of everyone who’s ever wronged me, the names of all the women I’m juggling, new things to throw at Sam…”

Gianna scoffed, smacking him with her own book. “I knew it, you’re messing with me!” Bucky laughed, covering his head from her blows. She saw an opportunity and lunged, snagging the book out of his hand and jumping out of her chair.

“Wait - Gianna,” He leapt after her, one step behind as she scurried to the corner of the balcony, the pages already open. Bucky breathed out, watching as her eyes began to process the words. Her smile sank, eyes flicking across the words.

Week two of tour. Tried fancy coffee, turns out it isn’t bad. Hazelnut latte (if they ask what milk, say regular)

Gianna is different than I thought. Soft, kind. Funny. She made me play carnival games I haven’t played since Steve and I were kids. I don’t think she knew how much I enjoyed it. I need to be nicer to her. She tries so hard to make me feel welcome.

I think she’s glad I’m here. I’m glad too.

She flicked a few pages ahead, heart pounding in her chest.

Remember - Gianna doesn’t like rushed mornings. She said it makes her feel like she’s on a hamster wheel. Can try waking her up earlier than scheduled so she can get coffee? Or I could bring it. I’ll try tomorrow.

Also, Steve finally starting to admit he has feelings for Nat. Maybe they’ll have it figured out by the time I get back.

She flipped ahead.

She asked me to stay with her. I know it’s just because she’s scared. I wish it wasn’t.

I wish I could take away everything scary in her world. I don’t want to see her cry ever again. I want to wipe her tears and keep away anything that threatens to bring them back.

And then I hope she still wants me to stay with her.

Gianna looked up, eyes brimming. She slowly lowered the book down and stepped to Bucky. He stood, tense, waiting for her reaction. Gently setting the book down on a chair, she stepped into his arms, wrapping him into a hug. He relaxed in her embrace, breathing out and resting his chin on her head. Her fists held bunches of his shirt as she clung to him, the last bits of evening sun warm on their skin.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled her head back and looked up at him. Her eyes were watery but crinkled at the corners, the way they always were when her smile spread across her face.

“I want you to stay.”

He nodded, playing it cool as he looked over her head and soaked in the sunset. His lips were curled in the slightest smile as he panned the horizon, holding her. Finally looking down, his blue eyes settled on hers. “You can’t take that back.”

“Why would I ever want to?”

Finally, Bucky’s grin broke through. He knelt down and picked Gianna up, hands grabbing the back of her legs and pulling them around his waist. She squealed in surprise as he spun her around, throwing her arms around his neck for stability. When he stopped turning, she put her hands on his cheeks, relishing in the feeling of his smile lines beneath her hands.

Gianna turned her head and ever-so-sweetly pressed her lips to his. The grin was still spread across his face, making her giggle into the kiss. After pressing several rapid-fire pecks on his lips, she pulled back and looked at him.

“I mean it,” She tucked a strand of dark hair behind his ear. “Stay with me. Tonight.”

His eyes flicked to hers, looking for confirmation. Gianna simply nodded, biting her lower lip.

That evening seemed to play out in slow motion. They’d rejoined the others inside, catching the tail end of whatever movie was playing. Neither Bucky nor Gianna could focus on anything besides each other. Sitting in the corner of the sectional, she leaned back into him, relaxing under the weight of his right arm draped across her. Nat leaned back into Gianna’s knees, once again putting her feet into Steve’s lap. For a brief moment during the movie, Steve turned to steal a glance at his best friend. Their eyes met over the heads’ of the two women between them and Bucky grinned.

It had been so long, decades since they’d both been happy like this. Bucky wasn’t even sure they’d ever both been in a relationship at the same time. Although he and Natasha liked to toggle between denying their relationship and choosing to accept their feelings, it was real to Steve and that made it real to Bucky. They were together, they both found someone to love them, they were safe.

It couldn’t get any better.

When the movie had ended and the team split off to their own separate rooms, Gianna poked around the common space, making up reasons to be the last person still out. Bucky sat at the kitchen island, watching her straighten the pillows on the couch for the fourth time.

“You callin’ it a night?” Steve put a hand on his back as he passed.

“Here in a few.”

Looking from Gianna back to Bucky, Steve raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Ah. Sweet dreams.” With that, he sidled into his room and shut the door behind him, leaving only two.

He could feel Gianna’s gaze on him from across the room. Bucky stood from the barstool and crossed over to her, draping an arm over her shoulders. “What’d you think of the movie?”

“Shut up.” She nudged his side. “Like you paid any attention either.”

They spoke softly until they got to her door. Gianna’s room was still pretty bare, the only decor she’d added being the vase of flowers he’d given her. It made him equal parts happy and sad, he made a mental note to get her something for the space. At least something for the bare walls.

“Just like old times.” Gianna grinned as she crawled on the bed, perching on her knees.

“Feels like it was just yesterday.” He sat on the edge, legs dangling off the side.

“Really?” She tugged on his sleeve, pulling him gently down to his back. “Because I feel like it’s been a really, really long time.”

Bucky raised his eyebrows, watching her lay down across his chest. She propped her head up with her hand and traced the letters on his t-shirt. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it without saying anything.

“Hmm?” She purred as she continued sliding her fingers across his chest.

“What?” Their voices were both soft in the quiet room.

“You were going to say something.”

He closed his eyes and sighed, dropping his head back on the bed. “It was dumb.”

“Well, now you really have to tell me.”

Metal fingers pinched the bridge of his nose as he smiled sheepishly. “I was going to say it probably feels like just yesterday because I dream about this almost every night.” He paused, eyes still closed. “But that would be a dumb thing to say, so I didn’t.”

“I don’t think it’s dumb,” Gianna tugged his hand away from his eyes and planted a kiss on his fingers. “I think it’s sweet.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Very. In fact, I’d love to hear what else you dream about?” Her voice was teasing.

“Mmm, I don’t know if I’m ready to divulge that just yet.” He pulled himself up to a sitting position, leaning back against the bed. Gianna looked up at him, head resting on his lap.

“I’m giving you kind of a green light to make a move here, Buck.” She bit her lip.

“I know,” He stroked her hair out of her face. “I keep telling you, I want to do this right, all of this. Believe me, I’d love t- there’s a lot I’d love to do. A lot that I’ve dreamt about for a long time. But…you deserve the best. You deserve to know how special you are.” Bucky reached for her hand and brought it to his lips, punctuating each word with a kiss. “And that…is very…very…special.”

Gianna blushed, feeling his stubble scratch her hand as he kissed it. “If you insist on being perfect…” She rolled onto her elbows, looking up at him. “But if we’re not going to spend our night that way, I have another request.”

“Shoot.”

“Can I read more?”

He paused, wanting to protest but being immediately disarmed by her wide eyes. “Sure.”

For the rest of the evening, they sat in a comfortable silence. Gianna resumed her position on the bed, laying on her back with her head in Bucky’s lap. He stroked her hair absently, watching her eyes flick across the pages full of his notes.

“Why do you write these?” She asked, turning the page. “I love that you do, but I wouldn’t have pegged you as the type to keep a journal.”

“It helps me remember.” He cleared his throat. “Or, I hope it would. If I ever…if I ever need help again. I started it when I first got free, trying to piece it all together. It was such a hard thing, being a grown man and only having a few weeks’ worth of memories. I didn’t even know who I was.” His eyes glazed over as he spoke. “I started to get bits and pieces of memories back, little by little. It wasn’t always a full memory, just fragments. I’d write it down as it came back to me and then put it together. Even though I was free, I didn’t know if I’d lose it all again. So I wrote it down.”

Gianna reached up and cupped his jaw, rubbing her thumb over his cheek. “I’m so sorry for all you’ve had to overcome…but I’m so thankful you chose to do this to help yourself. Getting this glimpse into your mind is such a gift.”

He laid his hand over hers, still cupping his cheek, and kissed her palm. “First and only person to ever get that glimpse.”

She smiled, stroking his cheek one more time before returning her grip to the notebook. The entries were mainly from this summer and beyond, she assumed he had the other notebooks somewhere else. The earliest date was shortly before he got his assignment to work with her.

Wherever he found the trust to let her see this oh-so-vulnerable side of him, she wasn’t going to take that lightly. Turning the page, she found reason after reason why she adored him so much.

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Stan = when you support the relationship between two people. Ex: today, someone wrote that they “stan” Gianna and I. She said that means they think we’re cute together.

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I didn’t think I would like being on tour. It’s not so different from being at the compound. Besides the fact that we’re in a different city every night, surrounded by press, and exposed to the world. The routines, the familiarity, the handful of people you actually know each day…I don’t mind it. I miss the team. Most of them. Actually - all of them.

I’m glad Gianna and I get on so well. If she was anyone besides herself, I’d be counting down the days until it was over instead of counting the days I still have with her.

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We go back to New York soon. I miss the city. Sometimes I think I’d like to live there again, but I remind myself it won’t be like my childhood. That was - quite literally - decades ago. Brooklyn isn’t my Brooklyn anymore. Hell, I wouldn’t know if it was. I barely remember those days.

I like staying at the Tower. It feels safe, but still close to the city. I wish more of the team liked to stay there. I’d choose the company of the Compound over the Tower by myself any day. Something I never thought I’d say. It’s nice to help train, too. I feel like I’m contributing something when I help with the agents. Putting something good back in the world.

I hope I’m doing that here. At least putting good in one person’s world.

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Something almost happened last night. Someone rushed the stage, I handled it. I think I scared Gianna. I was afraid to look at her face after I hit him. I don’t want her to see me differently. But the truth is, I would let her watch me do much worse if it meant keeping her safe. Even if she was terrified of me.

She tried to be strong, but it scared her. It would scare anyone.

She asked me to stay with her. I know it’s just because she’s scared. I wish it wasn’t.

I wish I could take away everything scary in her world. I don’t want to see her cry ever again. I want to wipe her tears and keep away anything that threatens to bring them back.

And then I hope she still wants me to stay with her.

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I saw Steve today. We got to run through the city. It almost felt like old times. I think it was better. He seems happy. I didn’t get to ask about Natasha, I should have. I know there’s something going on. Mark my words. I’ll show them this page at their wedding.

He insisted I’m smitten with Gianna. I told him he’s wrong. I enjoy being around her. She’s great. That’s all that there is.

I wonder if this page will come back to bite me too. I sincerely hope so.

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She kissed me.

Tonight. At the Tower. In front of everyone.

In all the times I’ve been hit, nothing ever rocked me quite like that.

If this is all we ever get of each other…that’s enough for me. If all I ever got from her was the look she gave me before she kissed me…that would be enough.

But, she was drunk. It might all end tomorrow. I should put it in a box and turn all of this off before it gets out of control. I know I should. Tonight, I’m choosing to remember the way she looked at me.

I wish I could write down every detail so I never forget it. Something tells me I won’t either way.

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Note - Gianna is from Charleston. I’ve never been. Maybe we can go back together.

I wish she didn’t know how true loneliness felt. I wish we didn’t relate on so much.

I wish we both had gotten to live more of our lives before they were taken from us.

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Bucky felt Gianna’s arm slip down onto her chest, the notebook still fanned out in her limp hand. She’d been fighting sleep for the past twenty minutes, continuing to read through heavy lids. Finally, she succumbed to her exhaustion, head still resting on his lap. He tugged the book out from her grip and set it on the nightstand beside him before turning off the lamp.

Slowly, gently, he tucked her under the comforter beside him. She barely stirred as he slid his right arm under her pillow and curled his body behind hers. As he laid his arm across her waist, he was careful to keep the full weight of the metal from resting on her.

Taking a deep breath, he let himself breath her in. She was right here, in his arms. She wasn’t scared. She wasn’t drunk. She knew exactly where he stood.

She still asked him to stay.

#bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #avengers #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes x oc #bucky fluff #winter soldier #sebastian stan #winter soldier fluff

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zonerz · 1 year

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Answers Update

OKAY IK THIS IS A TEXT BLOCK BUT DONT PANIC! We are good JKSDKJL

So it’s been about a month since the last chapter update, my b 💀🙏BUT I have good reasons, and I realized that while I mentioned it in an A/N on the fic itself, I probably have people following me here who haven’t seen that 😭👍Better late than never tho! Putting it under a cut bc it’s a bit long my bad

I’ve had a good chunk of chapter 39 completed since I uploaded 38, but as I was writing and reviewing my stuff to ensure consistency and such, erm, well 😭I’ve hit a point where the problems I’ve had on the backburner are no longer avoidable. Additionally, by nature of how long I’ve been working on this story (4.5 years mama mia 💀💀💀) I’ve had time to think about and enhance some #Lore 😳!

Reflecting on all of this, I really think that in order for the upcoming bits to be at their best and most impactful, I need to revisit the much older chapters and make some revisions. Which I know can sound beyond frustrating, but I would rather do this and make the whole experience much more consistent and satisfying than shoehorn in a bunch of stuff late-game and feel like a rugpull yk???

The main thing that pushed me over the edge is Hiro because the track that I’ve been on regarding his background/power set up is gonna lead me into an unsatisfying and unfun corner, and that’s not what I want. So I’ve been rattling that man around for months tryna figure smth out AND I FINALLY GOT IT! His character and personality won’t be changing so no worries there! Nor will introductions or roles, but I’ve finally got something set up to explain his powers a lot more reasonably as well as being able to have a bit more classic HB callbacks :]

Essentially I’m gonna do what I did in 2021 where I have a little laundry list of things to tweak and add so that the story is at it’s best! My writing abilities have definitely improved and grown since I first started writing this fic, so I’m finally able to add or depict things I simply didn’t have the skill level for before which is SOOOOO SATISFYING !!!

Currently all chapters up to chapter 14 have been updated with new action sequences, conversations, and grammatical/pacing issues resolved to be much closer to how I always intended for them to be--also some fun little 1.20 snippets that just fit in a way I’ve always wanted! Those cherry trees were too good to not mention 💖

When I’m done I’ll be uploading the real chapter 39 in the place of the A/N one and will denote which chapters got the most notable changes :> They’ll mostly be the ones from about 8-15 I’d say tho solely because of Hiro 😭 Love that bastard but he has been a MIGRAINE to sort out for YEARS

Anyways that’s all I’ve got 😭🙏Thank you guys sm for reading and for your patience and apologies for the change-up, but I do think this is a good thing to do for the health of the story even if it takes a lot of extra effort and time. It’s worth doing. Very funny to feel like I’m adding patch notes to a fic tho KLJSJKLDJ Answers HD 1.5 Remix moment

anyways ty and have a good one !!!

#mcsm #minecraft storymode #answers mcsm #zone chats #sorry for the kingdom hearts joke it will happen again 💖#pulling a Nomura with these retcons by going back and putting their fixes in like they were always there ooOOoo /lh

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zer0cyanz · 1 year

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This is a question for those who read WRoEF fanfics. This is really important and I would appreciate some input from you guys. No force though if you don’t wanna comment, reblogg or send a message privately.

So I’m working on a very long fic about the Finch family through the years where everyone is alive the whole time (meaning no deaths… for the most part). I’ve started and restarted several times but can never seem to become satisfied with the way I write their story. I think this is due to not having a fuller beginning.

See the first 3 chapters are like years apart due to not having anything to fill them with. The Finch kids are so young at that part and just having Edie and Sven do stuff is only entertaining for a while. Why I skip forward. But doing this leaves some severe gaps in the story. I’ve tried to fill them in later on but it doesn’t come off as naturally doing so. Not that I want to only have exposition explain what is happening, but it’s weird to always have a character bring up or reminisce on something that happened years ago and have it come off naturally.

Here’s where my question comes in.

Should I include Odin, Ingeborg and Johann? Or maybe just Odin and Johann but I like the potential of Ingeborg as a character.

I like the idea of this story being somewhat about Edie learning to let go of the Finch curse as she watch her family extend and live their best lives over the years. I want it to include basically every emotion you can think of at least once with a happy/hopeful ending. Yes, I have big plans.

But where my issue lies is whether to kill of Edie’s parents and brother or not. If I include them I will have a lot more I can explore plus to have something to fill in those earlier pages with, but that also means Edie won’t be mourning their deaths. The curse will still be on their minds but not in the same way. Sure the old house can still sink but this also means the family cemetery was probably never build, at least not till years later…

I want to write a fic where Odin, Ingeborg and Johann lives but I also want to write one where they don’t. The question is, which one do I spend more time on. I can’t write like over 30 chapters, if not more, on both. It simply isn’t possible with my schedule.

Which one sounds more interesting? I like exploring different ways grief can manifest and how that effects different peoples lives but I also like exploring under developed characters. I would like to add Johann doesn’t have a confirmed birthday but it’s heavily implied he’s born in early January (before the 7th at least), which means he’s born the same year as Molly, 1937. Sure, just because the wiki says it doesn’t mean it’s true, they have been wrong before, but it’s a lot more fun thinking about it like that than imagining him being born in late December 1936 (though, that would mean his birthday is the same month as Molly’s and he could be born around Christmas/New Year’s if we wanna get crazy with it).

Ok just because I can, I’ll add it as another question.

Conclusion:

Should I prioritize a story about the Finches after Odin’s death and how they learn to deal with it and the curse over the years?

Should I prioritize a story about the Finches’ lives if Odin, Ingeborg and Johann had survived (or only Odin and Johann if that is what you want but again, I like to imagine who Ingeborg could’ve been)? They would still move to America btw^^ forgot to mention that I think.

Adding to that: When do you think Johann is actually born? It would presumably be the same day Ingeborg (and him) died.

If no answers I’m just gonna pick the 2nd of January because I can :))

#what remains of edith finch #wroef

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ellethespaceunicorn · 1 year

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From this post: Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines.

Or, send in a ⭐star⭐ to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!

So I would love to talk about Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth. One of my favorite stories I’ve written. Below the cut is an excerpt followed by some notes.

“I can’t let you take that with so little sleep. It’s dangerous for both of us. Trust me, one slip up, and one of us is down,” he warns, holding his ground.

“Marshall, get out of my way. We have a job to do.”

“No, I have a job to do. You’re off the clock. Go home, kid,” he urged, holding his position.

“You’re gonna have to take me out of this mission by force, Marshall. Otherwise, I’m-”

You did not get to finish that sentence before Walter was taking you down on your stomach. A strong arm fully extended holding your left shoulder, while your right wrist is being restrained, would have been enough. But, this was Marshall after all and if he was anything, he was thorough. He straddles your hips, with just enough pressure to keep you down, but not enough to scratch a certain itch.

“I didn’t wanna have to do that,” Walter breathes, winded slightly from the takedown, “but you gave me no choice.”

“Marshall, get the fuck off of me,” you growl, trying to buck him off.

“Yeah, kid, that’s not happening,” he spits, hooking his ankles over your thighs, “You’re lucky I don’t cuff you to keep you down.”

“So, what? You just looking for a reason to get me to obey you?” you challenge, struggling under his weight.

“As if you needed an excuse,” he laughs, straightening himself above you.

“Please! If you honestly think-”

“Give it a rest, I can smell your arousal from here,” he teased, lowering his hips a fraction and watching your squirm, “And before you say it’s not because of me, why couldn’t I smell it until after I had taken you down?”

“Fuck you, Marshall,” you scoff, trying to hold some semblance

“Yeah, maybe if you did, you could get some fucking sleep,” he offers, his left hand moving from your shoulder down your arm, “But here you are, stubborn as hell.”

This story was a prompt fill for “enemies to lovers” (which I had never written before) and my oh my I had fun writing it. I wrote it while also writing the beginning of my series Bright Like The Moon, which also features Walter Marshall. But, a different version. In my opinion, these are different men.

It’s one of my most popular works and I love that for Walter. I hope more people realize how fucking amazing his character is. Watch Night Hunter if you haven’t. Walter is delicious.

I looked at Walter sort of like a wolf in this story, I even refer to him as "top dog" early in the story. Barking out orders, growling in your ear, holding you while he fucked you in the mating press. He was an animal. Smelling your arousal was another thing I added during the proofreading read-through.

I actually spoke with someone I used to work security with to find out what was the best tackle approach if you're straddling someone. Needless to say, that interaction started and ended a bit weirdly lol.

The whole calling you "kid" thing just came from me not liking when men called me something condescending like something you would call a small child. And Walter delivered his lines so well.

I love this story and love that people are still finding it months after I wrote it. This is one of my "put it on the fridge" works. LOL

Thank you for the ask, my love!!! And I hope you enjoyed a look into this story.

#walter marshall #walter marshall fanfic #ellethespaceunicorn fanfic #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #henry cavill #walter marshall fanfiction #walter marshall fic #night hunter #night hunter fanfic #night hunter fanfiction #walter marshall x reader #walter marshall smut #ask reply

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Hi! How are you?

First, thank you for create tbaf and hb, I really love the au's you create and how you tell stories, idk you are amazing. I just needed to tell you :D

Now, I'm sorry if this ruins the 'no spoilers' but can you say if there is a happy ending for homeward bound series or is there not one planned yet?

Have a nice day, thanks!

hello!! i’m pretty good, actually! i hope you’re doing good, as well!!

no one has to thank me for tbaf and hb, these two projects have been very fun to write and have helped me a lot in terms of developing my writing styles and exploring different approaches to writing in general, and i genuinely LOVE writing them (even if i sometimes go a Very Long Time between updating them lmao) so please no need to thank me!! thank YOU for reading them !! ❤️❤️❤️

honestly i’m not against giving spoilers, i’m more just worried about posting them and anyone who may have wanted to avoid them getting upset? it happened a few times back when i wrote reddie fics (the reason i stopped writing for the it fandom is because i would get a lot of messages and asks that were in general not nice and very demanding about what i write and how often i post and it just took all the fun out of it) so i’m just like… overly cautious probably lmao

but!! if anyone WANTS vague spoilers, there are some that i don’t want to share at all because i’m very excited to see peoples reactions to them (there are things i haven’t even told oddy, who i have messaged A Lot about hb and have told the most about my plans for it) but i’m down for some spoilers/hints !!

here’s my compromise i guess for anyone who WANTS to see these hints and mild/vague spoilers and stuff: i’m down to post them, but i’m gonna put them under a read more tab and maybe i’ll start a hb spoiler tag?

homeward bound fic is my tag for the series (i also follow the tag in case anyone else ever wants to post about it pfkfkf) but i’ll tag this homeward bound fic spoilers and any posts in the future that drops hints and shit will be tagged the same !!

anyway, your question: will hb have a happy ending? look under the cut if you’d like to see my answer!!

okay, so here’s some transparency about the series: i don’t have the whole thing planned out.

i have a lot of ideas and i have certain things decided and vague ideas about the other parts, but past the last three chapters of the first fic, i don’t have like proper outlines or anything just yet. i didn’t even have a plan for the first fic when i posted the first like two or three chapters—i was coming up with it as i wrote it and it wasn’t until i was a couple chapters in that i started planning ahead because it was at that point that i realized how massive i wanted the fic to be and it was around that time that i started thinking about making it a series instead of a stand alone fic.

i’m still trying to decide who the antagonists of the second fic are gonna be (i know one, but i’m debating adding more and am ironing out subplots and such)

basically: i don’t know how the series is going to end yet. i’m planning on having the four main fics that will basically be the main story, and then having additional one shots/short fics that kind of fill in gaps and provide moments after college, as the four fics are supposed to encompass one of their school years. this might change, i might make it three fics or add a fifth one or something, but as of now that’s my plan.

while i don’t have the actual ending figured out, i can say with certainty that i want it to be a good ending. maybe not necessarily a super happy one, but it’s not going to end in tragedy. harley and peter are going to have a future together. the spidey squad is going to remain a found family and support system for each other. (also the spidey squad is going to consist of more than the core four we currently have, but i’m not going to spoil that part. it’ll start to be clear who else will be in it group as the series continues. matter of fact, the last chap of the first fic starts that process!)

the one shots that i plan to write based after the end of the main fics will have a lot of snapshots of moments as they all grow up — ups and downs, highs and lows, relationships taking next steps and having fights and making up and everything in between.

this answer is kind of long and rambly, sorry, let me try to summarize my answer in a few sentences:

while the ending of homeward bound has not been officially decided, it is not going to be a bad ending. it’s not going to end in sadness or tragedy. that being said, it might not be a super upbeat ending either, because life will always have its struggles, but the ending will be hopeful and happy in whatever way is most fitting of the series once it ends.

hopefully that answers your question well enough? idk i don’t wanna make it sound like it doesn’t have a happy ending at all, because i definitely want the best for these characters and their futures, but homeward bound has, at its core, been the embodiment of being a realist—not an optimist, not a pessimist, but a realist. the reason i started writing the first fic was because in the emotional turmoil following nwh, i wanted to try and take a realistic approach towards what peter’s story could be following the spell and may’s death and the loss of everything that his life used to be. and also wanted to explore how harry and gwen could be introduced and how harley could be brought into the loop. and of course as a parkner shipper how to make it into parkner as well lol.

life is hard. these characters have been through a lot (and will go through a lot more as the series progresses) but they are strong and they are full of love for each other and that will get them through it.

thank you for the ask!!! genuinely i LOVE answering questions about my fics and having a chance to ramble about them so please feel free to send more!!

#parkner #homeward bound fic #homeward bound fic spoilers

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