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The one with groceries and bad coffee
Fandom: 911 Ship: Buddie Words: 1361 Note: So, this is just a silly little ficlet, while I'm kinda having a writing crisis and beginnings of a writer's block rn, and I really don't feel all that creative, so as always, I'm trying to write through it haha Enjoy this fluff before all the delicious angst in tomorrow's episode destroys us all haha 😅❤️
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It’s fucking coffee, of all things, that finally does it.
It’s a regular Tuesday morning, they have a day off, Christopher is at school, and Eddie’s on his way to Buck’s place – lately they’ve been spending all their time together, and Eddie’s not complaining. When he gets there, Buck’s not home, which is not a surprise, since he texted Eddie that he’s going grocery shopping, and Eddie should just let himself in.
He’s there for maybe five minutes, when Buck walks through the door with multiple bags of groceries
“Hey.” a smile automatically pulls at Eddie’s lips at the sight of his best friend, as he walks up to him to take some bags from him. “How much stuff did you buy?”
“Had to stock up, I was out of basically everything.” Buck chuckles, putting the bags on the kitchen island. “Last few times I did groceries, it was with you for your house, so.” he shrugs. It’s true, they usually hang out at Eddie’s place, Buck cooks there, and sleeps there more often than not, and it’s almost perfect – would be, if he was there permanently, preferably in Eddie’s bed and not on the couch. It’s basically Buck’s home, too, at this point – and even though it’s unreasonable, it does sting a little, hearing it referred to as Eddie’s house, because for a long time now, in his head, Eddie’s been thinking of it as their home. Which is just silly, but he can’t help it.
“Right. This still feels like a lot.” Eddie eyes the bags, as Buck starts to unpack one of them. Without saying anything, Eddie grabs the things, and puts them into the right places, because of course he knows where everything in Buck’s loft goes, which is a perfectly normal thing to know about your best friend’s house.
So that’s what they do for the next few minutes, Buck unpacks things onto the counter, and Eddie finds their right place, while they talk easily about everything and nothing – well, it’s mostly Buck who talks, currently going on an annoyed rant about prices, and Eddie just listens and responds where appropriate – he loves listening to Buck, whatever he talks about, and it’s difficult not to get distracted and just stand there and look at him, instead of putting things away.
Then, Buck gets to the second to last bag, and when Eddie goes to grab the few things he already put on the counter, he stops in his tracks.
“What- uh, you don’t drink this brand.” he says, looking dumbly at the package of his favorite coffee, which Buck claims tastes disgusting, and always says that it’s an atrocity and an insult to coffee.
“Yeah, it’s fucking awful. I’m pretty sure your taste buds are broken.” Buck laughs. “But you like it, so.” he shrugs, and out of the corner of Eddie’s eye, he can see a faint blush on his cheeks.
“Why did you buy it?” It's a stupid question. But, to be fair, Eddie never complains about the stupidly overpriced coffee Buck always makes at his place, he doesn’t need to drink only one brand.
“So that you can drink your coffee here, obviously.” Buck sounds confused. “I have my coffee at your place, too, it’s no big deal.” he continues to unpack the bag, and Eddie notices a couple more of his and Chris’ favorite snacks, and cereal, some of which Buck likes as well, but wouldn’t normally buy for his apartment, not that much of it, anyway. “You guys are here pretty often, I figured I might as well have some of your favorites.” Buck adds, seeing Eddie stare at all this stuff.
He’s mostly stuck at the coffee, though. Because Buck bought it specifically for him. As if he wanted Eddie to spend more time here, to feel as at home here as Buck feels at Eddie’s, with half of the pantry stocked up by Buck anyway. He’s never going to drink it, it’s only there for whenever Eddie is over, and he never said he didn’t like Buck’s coffee.
Eddie’s not sure why he’s making such a big deal out of this, but there’s just something there that he can’t quite put his finger on.
“So, you bought my favorite coffee. And generally my and my son’s favorite things. Just so it’s here.”
“Yeah. It’s no big deal.” Buck chuckles, and Eddie feels his gaze on him. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know.” Eddie murmurs, still staring at the coffee, his thoughts going a mile a minute. This, buying things he won’t even use most of the time. Going grocery shopping with Eddie all the time. Cooking for Eddie and Chris multiple times a week. Having half of his clothes at Eddie’s place. Co-parenting with Eddie. And, now that Eddie thinks about it, also all the weird, indiscernible looks, touches, and smiles, that Eddie’s been convincing himself he was just imagining. But what if… what if it’s all there? What if it all means something? Something Eddie wants it to mean.
Something in him snaps. Suddenly, he turns towards Buck and looks him in the eyes. Buck looks confused, and a little nervous, and he’s blushing and looks adorable, and Eddie can’t form words. Instead, his legs take him across the space between him and Buck, as if on auto-pilot.
“What are you-” Buck starts, but then cuts off, and takes a shaky breath, when Eddie invades his personal space, and, still looking Buck in the eyes, slowly leans in, giving Buck all the time to move away.
He knows he should probably just say something first, they should talk, he should make sure he’s right about this. He can’t find any words, though, all he can think to do is to just kiss Buck breathless. He’s nervous, he feels like he’s looking at this whole scene from outside his body, and wonders what the fuck he’s even thinking. Then, something like understanding flashes across Buck’s face, and he closes the gap between them, joining their lips. It’s delicate, tentative, and unhurried. Eddie wraps his arms around Buck’s neck, and feels Buck’s hands on his hips. It might last seconds, or minutes, or hours, Eddie can’t tell, because time stops, and it’s just him and Buck. It’s a damn perfect first kiss. When he imagined and fantasized about what it would be like, he always assumed he’d freak out over how their relationship would change. But, strangely, he’s overcome with a strange calmness and completeness, as if everything just slotted into place, and it’s as it should have always been.
Eddie can feel when Buck just can’t contain a smile anymore, and starts grinning into the kiss, inevitably breaking it. He leans his forehead against Eddie’s, who also feels a goofy smile on his own face.
“Hi.” Buck whispers. “Gotta say, I did not expect today to go like this.”
“Me neither.” Eddie chuckles, pulling away just enough to look into Buck’s beautiful eyes. “I didn’t plan this, it’s just…” he sighs, feeling his cheeks get hot. The coffee is such a silly trigger for the realization that Buck might love him back.
“How about we finish unpacking all this, because there’s still some stuff that needs to go in the fridge, and then I’ll make coffee, and we can talk about it?” Buck suggests with the happiest smile Eddie’s ever seen on him, and he can’t resist, he leans in for another short kiss.
“Yeah, okay.” he responds into Buck’s lips. Now that he got a taste, he knows he won’t resist kissing him every chance he gets. And it’s a thing he can do now, because it seems like Buck feels the same way, and Eddie thinks that he hasn’t been this happy in a very long time.
And it all happened thanks to the shitty coffee he likes. It’s so ridiculous, he almost feels like he’s dreaming, and has to pinch himself to make sure it’s real. And it is, and he already knows that he’ll spend the rest of his life bickering with Buck over that stupid brand of coffee, and he can’t imagine anything better.
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Your event is so cute!!! Could I get a sun kissed Malibu dream house with Aaron?? 🥹 in need of some fluff with him hehe
i am so so sorry this took me so long to write! writer's block these past few months has been kicking my butt. but, thanks to my awesome betas, i think i wrote something you'll like! hope you enjoy!
"Summer Lovin" ~ A. Hotchner
Summary: As the start of summer arrives, you and your friends at the BAU find yourselves feeling a bit reminiscent of the summers before. Along with that reminiscence, you start to miss the days when you and Aaron had little babies instead of big kids…
Pairing: Dad!Aaron Hotchner x Mom!Reader
Word Count: 2,019
Content Warning: lots of talk of babies/pregnancy, sexual humor, kind of fade to black smut if you read between the lines lol, small mention of food, lmk if i missed anything!
Extra Notes: i'm so sorry this took so long, i had a very hard time writing this and def meant to post it sooner. however, in the spirit of my city being under a heat advisory today, this feels appropriate to post 😂
Originally Written: 06/04/2024 through 06/25/2024
Beta Read By: @dungeons-are-too-cold and @virtual-vivi 🫶🏻🩷
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Aaron tossed off the blanket, letting out a small sigh of relief. “When did it get so hot?” he grumbled, his morning voice prominent. As he rolled over to his back, you spotted a big wet spot on the front of his tee shirt from just how much he was sweating.
Still, you scooted closer to him anyway and tossed an arm over his abdomen, his familiar scent filling your senses. “News said there’d be an excessive heat wave today.”
“It's probably ninety degrees already,” he complained, “and it's not even 9:00 yet.”
Rolling onto your side to face him, you left a trail of kisses along his jawline. “Hey, Mr. Grumpy Gills,” you giggled, referencing one of your kids’ favorite movies. “When life gets you down, you know what you gotta do?”
“It's sweltering! How in the world could you possibly want to cuddle right now?” Aaron ignored your attempt to brighten the mood, instead opting to toss a pillow over his head and groan into it.
You just pulled the pillow away and left another peck on his jaw. “Because I love you. And because our children are gonna come in here any minute to take you away from me.”
He noticed the small pout that followed your statement, the expression enough to soften even Aaron Hotchner, king of stoicism, up. “Alright, fine. I'll allow it. But only because you drive a hard bargain.”
Your pout was replaced with a smirk as you snuggled closer into his side. “Mmm, that means a lot, coming from an ex-prosecutor. Maybe I should've gone to law school with you.”
“You're too sensitive for the big house, or whatever they say,” Aaron snickered. After noticing your look of offense, he quickly covered with, “I didn't mean it in a bad way. You have feelings. It's a very nice thing to come home to after dealing with emotionless psychopaths all day.”
“I think you're trying to compliment me. I'll take it.”
His lips met yours for a quick peck before saying, “I have nothing but compliments for you, my love,” Then, he met you with a second, much longer kiss, and while he tasted like morning breath, moments like this were so rare that you were willing to look past it.
One of his large hands met your leg, his calloused fingertips trailing along your bare skin. It felt like a lifetime since you'd been like this, with two children always needing your attention and the FBI always needing Aaron's. Just a simple touch of his fingers had you forgetting about the outside world, if even for just a moment.
Your lips met his neck, his stubble scratchy against your skin. He'd been away on a case in Seattle for about a week, and you were certain he hadn't shaved the whole trip. You liked it that way anyway.
His hand traveled further up under your nightgown, settling on your thigh. He squeezed the supple skin, a gesture of both affection and want.
“Are you trying to go for number three?” you joked before kissing his neck once more.
“Believe me,” Aaron chuckled, “if I knew I had enough time, I'd certainly try.”
As if on cue, four scurrying feet came stamping across the hardwood floor into your bedroom. “Good morning, Daddy!” both of your children yelled in sync, climbing onto the edge of the bed.
“That's why you're not allowed a third,” you mumbled into his ear. “The ones you have don't even appreciate me.”
“They love you, I promise,” he whispered, kissing your cheek. To the kids, he said, “Good morning. Don't you have anything else you want to say?”
They both turned to you, sheepish looks coming across their tiny, adorable faces. “Good morning, Mommy.”
“That's better,” Aaron said, gaining him a snicker from you. “Now, may I ask why the two of you are up so early and you're already in your swimsuits?”
It was then that you realized he was right. Jack, the older of your children, was sporting his favorite Spiderman swim trunks, while his little sister, Libby, had managed to dress herself in a cherry-print swimsuit she hadn't quite grown into yet. They made your heart melt.
“Daddy,” Libby sighed, clearly exasperated with her father, “don't you know what day it is?”
It happened to be the day your kids hadn't stopped talking about for weeks: the beginning-of-summer pool party you and Aaron threw every year for your friends and his coworkers at the BAU.
Aaron tapped a finger against his chin, his brows furrowing as he thought. “Let's see… it's not Libby’s birthday, and it's not Jack’s birthday, it's not my birthday, and I don't think it's your mom’s birthday,” his last comment earned him a sarcastic look from you. “Hmm, what day could it be?”
You joined in on his little game, tapping against your chin as you pretended to think. “Perhaps it's Christmas?”
Jack narrowed his eyes at you. “It's too early in the year for Christmas,” he said matter-of-factly.
“You're right.” As you continued tapping your finger, you shot Aaron a knowing look, which he gladly returned. He could tell by the gleam in your eye exactly what you meant with that look. “Is it…”
Each of you grabbed a kid, tickling and eliciting little squeals and giggles. “Pool party day?!” the two of you shouted in sync.
Libby thrashed around in your arms, laughing and squirming, while Jack attempted to escape his father's arms. Moments like these were almost as rare as the ones with just you and Aaron, so you had to take advantage of them while you could.
“It's pool party day!” Libby squeaked, while Jack was laughing so hard, he could barely breathe.
Their smiles and laughs pulled at your heartstrings. You wondered when the universe decided to make your babies grow up, since it seemed like only yesterday when you had a newborn and a two-year-old.
Bringing yourself out of your nostalgic trance, you pulled yourself out of the bed, grabbing each kid by the hand. “Who wants to make pancakes while Daddy’s in the shower?”
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Soon enough, all your friends had arrived and it felt like summer had too. Penelope and Spencer were currently entertaining all the kids, while the other men were crowded around the grill and the rest of the ladies were sitting poolside and working on their tans.
“You ever wonder if either of them will have kids?” JJ asked, nodding toward Penelope and Spencer.
“Spencer, a hundred percent,” Emily answered, like her statement was a fact. “Penelope, I'm not so sure.”
You were next to jump into the conversation, not even bothering to look up from your magazine. “Why do you ask, Jen?”
JJ let out a longing sigh. “It's been so long since we've had a baby around here.”
Putting the magazine down, you looked over to her, eyebrows creased. “Henry's only three. It hasn't been that long.”
“You don't miss having a baby at our get-togethers? Emily, where do you stand?”
“Don’t look at me,” Emily said with wide eyes. “If I didn't have to change another diaper for a lifetime, it still wouldn't be long enough.” She was the one person in the group that was rather indifferent to children, but babies, she'd rather not talk about or be around.
“Yeah, babies are nice,” you said, “but the pregnancy part? That's what I'd rather go a lifetime without.”
“Well, I'm sure there's one thing we can all agree on,” JJ snickered. “At least making the baby is fun.”
Emily tossed the pillow behind her back in the direction of her coworker, giggling all the while. “Jennifer!”
“What?” she laughed as she swatted the pillow away. “Am I wrong?”
You let out a small snicker yourself, shooting a glance in the direction of your husband, who was currently taking his turn in manning the grill.
Neither of your friends missed that look, both their mouths falling agape at the expression. “Spill!” they squealed in sync.
Penelope made her way over from the edge of the pool, her face overtaken by the brightest smile known to mankind. “I heard the ‘Someone has beans to spill’ variety of squeals and giggles. What am I missing?”
“Nothing,” you insisted with an eye roll.
Emily patted the edge of her chaise, welcoming Penelope over. “Come sit, we're gonna get it out of her. After all, two out of three of us are profilers.”
Your eyes narrowed at the brunette. “Do you forget that I also used to be a profiler before my kids came along?”
“Stop changing the subject,” Penelope said with a swat of her hand. “Spill your guts. What did I miss?”
“Well, we were talking about how it's been so long since anyone on the team, past or present, has had a kid,” Jennifer explained.
“And someone looked at her husband with that look,” Emily further explained.
You scoffed. “It was not that look.”
“It totally was,” your friends spoke in sync.
Penelope's face lit up like a child in a candy store, her mind clearly running rampant with ideas of what the look meant. “Oh my God, are you-”
“No!” you quickly interrupted, knowing exactly where that question was headed. “Not yet anyway,” you mumbled under your breath.
The three of them practically jumped out of their seats and gathered around you, all screams and smiles.
“We haven't even had the conversation yet!”
“But you're going to!” Penelope insisted.
You rolled your eyes, but internally, you couldn't be happier for the gift of friendship from these three women. Jennifer, the mom friend in more ways than one. Emily, the voice of reason who not-so-secretly had a funny side and always knew how to make you laugh. And Penelope, the perfect shoulder to cry on and perfect soul to confide in. Lucky didn't even begin to describe how you felt about knowing these women.
Suddenly, you found yourself— as Penelope had said— spilling your guts. “I don't know. This morning just felt… different. Like, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to have another baby around.”
The three of them flooded you with comments of love and support, hugs wrapping around you from each direction. Having another baby would be different, of course, but your friends were making sure that you knew it would be a good kind of different.
“I still have to get Aaron on board, so no one get too excited,” you reminded them.
JJ was already way ahead of you. “We've got the kids, Rossi and Derek have the grill. Don't worry about anything out here. You and your man deserve a moment of free time.”
“Just so we're clear,” you said, pointing a finger as if to further prove your point, “we are just going to talk. No funny business.”
Emily snickered. “Yeah, the same way you guys used to ‘talk’ on the jet?” Your cheeks heated to a bright red shade at her comment.
“Ew, Hotch is in the mile high club?!” Penelope practically screamed. Luckily, everyone else seemed too engrossed in conversation to hear her, but you were still mortified nonetheless.
“Okay, scratch what I said. I'm actually going inside to give myself a lobotomy.”
And with that, your friends were shouting in sync different variations of “Have fun!”
Then, with a smile on your face from both the joy of friendship and the love you had for your husband, you found yourself heading over to the grill and pulling Aaron away. His reaction was nothing short of laughter as you practically dragged him toward the house, his shirt nearly coming off with how hard you were tugging it.
Lips met skin as you closed the back door behind you. Aaron let out another chuckle, though he surely wasn't protesting your affection. “Woah, that look in your eyes tells me you're the one thinking about number three,” he commented, referencing your words from that morning.
“Well,” you said as your fingers started to trail under the hem of his dark gray tee shirt. With another kiss to his neck, you continued, “About that…”
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Over My Dead Body
Got writer's block on the fic I mentioned with X23 so I wrote this to keep my creative juices flowing. 😁 Hope you guys don't mind. lol I swear this was just going to be a little drabble, buuuuuuut I got carried away. It was just like, I have an idea! Oooh I have another idea! And then it just spiraled. 🤣 I suck at writing short fics. lol
Probably not my best work, but just a little silliness between these two guys. Another fic where Wade discovers Logan is ticklish and goes all out on him. I very much enjoy tickle origin fics. 🥰
Again some somewhat movie spoilers, but if you haven't seen the biggest movie in the world by now then that's your fault. lol Then of course the typical foul language and Deadpool's dirty mouth.
"Deadpool and Wolverine"-verse
M/M Tickle Fic
Word Count: 5,139
"Fucking give me that remote, Wilson!" Logan let out a teeth-bared snarl while chasing Wade comically around and around the couch like in a Scooby Doo cartoon.
"But baby cakes, I want to watch 'Touched By An Angel'! Wade snickered, managing to stay just one step ahead.
"Fuck that shit! This is the final round for the Flames in the Stanley Cup, and I am NOT missing it!" He finally caught up to Wade and took him down with a flying tackle of heavy adamantium as they both crashed to the floor and the tv remote went sailing out of reach.
Logan quickly scrambled to his feet as he made a break for it, but Wade successfully grabbed his leg to trip him as he hit the floor again with the merc now up and giggling as he ran to claim the prize.
"Yessss! Home run! And the crowd goes wild!" Wade mimicked the sounds of a cheering stadium while triumphantly holding the remote over his head. However, this was instantaneously followed by a loud growl from Logan as he charged his roommate like a bull and slammed into him harder than a Mack truck.
Wade didn't have time to yelp as his body went flying across the room though the remote had been knocked from his grasp and dropped to the ground, exploding the case open as the batteries all popped out. Logan reached down to pick it all up, shaking his head in annoyance as he walked back over towards the couch and tried to jam the batteries back in properly.
"Motherfucking idiot. Just sit your stupid ass down and take the L. I'm putting on the hockey game and that's that."
But Wade wasn't through yet. He was having too much fun with this! He was always trying to get Logan to roughhouse and play with him, but with the X-man being such a stiff it was hard to get him to let loose. Alcohol usually played a big factor in getting Logan to loosen his inhibitions and engage, but at the current moment he was sober as a judge.
Pissing him off was the next best thing, and Wade loved a good chase and the physical contact, even if it was of the more painful variety. They had a rule about not spilling any blood inside the apartment, but he knew Logan could be pushed too far sometimes and forget about that so Wade would usually back off before he reached that point.
Though at this present time he had only antagonized him a little bit so he knew Logan would be able to tolerate him just a smidge more.
Logan's hypersensitive ears easily picked up the sound of the energetic man coming at him again as he turned around just as Wade plowed all of his weight into him to tackle him onto the couch. Wade quickly took the position to straddle the man's thighs and started making grabs for the remote as growling curses were hurled at him.
"Goddammit! You juvenile fucking moron! Just back off! The only way you're getting this is over my dead body!"
"Bet," Deadpool nodded and kept up in his efforts.
As they played slap-hands fighting to get a hold of the controller it slipped from their grip, hitting Logan in the face on its way down before sliding inside his collar down into his button-up overshirt.
"Nice going, captain loser. Don't worry, I'll get it!" Wade immediately went after it as he haphazardly began squeezing and poking around Logan's midsection as he tried to find the location of the remote hidden beneath the fabric.
As irritated as he was Logan now found that he had a new problem as his body started involuntarily reacting to the way Wade was grabbing at him. It was making his skin crawl. Shivers running up his spine as he began to writhe underneath the other man, trying to avoid the touches.
"Stop squirming, would you? You're making this way harder than it has to be. And I can't find the remote either," Wade teased, always managing to slip in inappropriate innuendos, but Logan was too occupied to make a sarcastic retort as he frantically tried to grab and get control of Wade's busy hands.
"Q-Quit it, shithead!" Logan gritted through his teeth as Wade just clucked his tongue and shook his head.
"Oh c'mon! Stop fighting it and just give it up!" Wade's words held a double meaning in this situation as his hands moved lower, giving the grump a particularly firm squeeze around his hips as Logan couldn't hold it in anymore.
His back arched off the couch accompanied by a loud snort; his nose scrunched as a soft string of giggles tumbled their way out.
Upon hearing that Wade immediately stopped what he was doing; practically frozen in shock as he stared down at the bigger male below him. After a few long, tense moments a slow grin of realization started to spread over his face and Logan was suddenly overcome with a feeling of immense dread at what was about to transpire.
"Did...Did you just giggle?"
"....No," was all Logan could say lamely; his uneasy mind not allowing him to come up with anything else as Wade only smiled more.
"Now here's the plot twist that I never would have expected. You wanna tell me what that was all about? Forgive me if I'm finding it difficult to believe that a hardened tough guy like you could possibly be, dare I say it.....ticklish."
Logan's eyes betrayed him as they widened in pure terror; his brain frantically trying to figure out a solution to get him out of this mess, but his silence told more than enough.
"Ohohoho, you are, aren't you? Well this just made things a lot more sexy...I mean, interesting," Wade stroked his own chin, pondering the situation while Logan finally regained his wit and was now on the rebound to try to deny it.
"What? Are you kidding? Tch! I am not ticklish. Where the fuck do you come up with such stupid ideas?" He made his best attempt to sound convincing, but Wade could easily see right through his bullshit.
"I gotta tell you that all sounds exactly like something a ticklish person would say. A pitiful performance like that isn't going to win you any Oscars," Wade smirked before his eyes then drifted back down to Logan's torso, "Oh dear. It looks like the remote has fallen inside your shirt. Whatever shall we do?"
Wade was gently tugging at the front of his shirt as Logan narrowed his eyes.
"Just get offa me and I'll get it myself. Quit looking for excuses to grope me, ya fucking pervert," Logan growled deeply with his characteristic hard-as-nails Wolverine glare, trying to be as off-putting as possible to hopefully get Wade to lose the notion.
"But it's so confusing when your mouth says 'no', but your eyes say 'yes'," Wade grinned, giving a light tickle to Logan's sides that made him flinch, "By the way, what do you want your safe word to be?"
"Touch me and I will cut your useless motherfucking head off, Wilson."
Wade laughed chaotically and shook his head.
"Now that's kind of a mouthful to say. You should pick something easier like 'umbrella' or 'avocado' or 'supercalifragilisticexpialidocious'-"
Logan realized he was running out of time for stalling and was now struggling to push Wade off of him before he could actually carry out this heinous act, but the merc simply shoved his arms aside and launched his attack, tickling wildly along his ribcage.
"Oh I get it! You don't want a safe word! Very kinky! I like your style! Well you did say the only way I was getting the remote was over your dead body. Who knew it was going to be death by tickling?"
Logan made a strained grunting noise as he steeled himself and began writhing about, still fighting to force Wade off despite the fingers running along his ribs. He in no way wanted to give Wade the satisfaction of making him laugh and would hold it in for as long as he could.
"Looks like we've got a tough guy, ladies and gentlemen," Wade grinned, momentarily looking out at the camera then turning back to his victim, "You know in all the fanfics I've read it's always the toughest guys that are the most ticklish of all. Look at you doing everything in your power not to laugh. How cute. Too bad you're not going to be able to keep that up. I pretty much wrote the book on 'lerring."
Wolverine had no idea what that meant but could hardly fathom the idea that he was going to have to listen to Wade's annoying jabbering and teases without being able to give him a piece of his mind. Because if he even dared to open his mouth it was game over and he was going to fucking lose it.
"So are you like one of those guys who are only ticklish around here...," Wade squeezed and massaged into his sides as an involuntary grin stretched across Logan's face while keeping his jaw clenched, "Or are you one of those head-to-toe ticklish kinda guys? I'm betting the latter."
While still keeping one hand digging into his side Deadpool now reached up to teasingly trace his fingers with a feather-light touch over Logan's ear and down his neck as the man wrenched his head away and scrunched up his shoulder to try to cover up that side of his head.
"Ooooh so sensitive. Am I going to have some fun with you. All we're missing is the sweet sound of your laughter. C'moooooooon just let it out already. You're not embarrassed of your laugh, are you? I'm sure it's wonderful. Don't be shy now, it's just the two of us here."
Every word that came out of Wade's mouth was slowly eating away at Logan's resolve along with his mental capacity to resist the laughter building up inside of him. Giving into Wade's demands was not high on his list of favorable activities, but he knew it was about to happen whether he wanted it to or not.
"You are one hard nut to crack, I'll give you that. But that's okay, it's just going to make breaking you even sweeter. Heheh, look how red your face is. You look like you're about to explode. I just need to find the right spot to poke that bubble and free you of your burden. Hmmm, I think I know where....," Wade smirked big time as he changed tactics to thrust his hands underneath Logan's arms and furiously tickle into his armpits.
The battle was finally over. Logan had fought for as long as he possibly could, but he just couldn't take it anymore. With Wade having honed in on one of his most sensitive areas he felt his lips make one last valiant effort to stay sealed as they trembled right before releasing his loud, pent-up outburst.
"HAHAHaahaha! AhahahahaStop! Stahahahap ihihhit!" Logan hollered as he managed to shove Wade's hands out of his pits, though they immediately latched onto his waist and dug right in. Wade was beyond pleased with this turn of events.
"Ahhhh there it is. And it's just as adorable as I imagined. See? Nothing to be embarrassed about," Wade's grin encompassed his whole face as he didn't let up and kept kneading his thumbs right above Logan's hips.
"I wahahahasn't embahahaharrassed, ya dehehehense fuhuhuhucking prihihihiiick! Gahahahahaa! Just didhihihidn't wahahahaha-wahant to gihihihive you the sss-satisfahahahaction!" Logan struggled to speak clearly through his laughter as he twisted and squirmed, trying to wriggle out from under the other man.
"Well mission failed, my little stud muffin. I can't believe you've been hiding your ticklishness from me all this time. Think of all the fun we're going to have together now!" Wade exclaimed with pure glee as he moved back up to the ribs now that he was receiving the reactions he wanted, making Logan cackle uncontrollably.
"Fuhuhuhuhuuuuck!! Okaahahahay! You gohohohohot meheheee! I'm tihihihicklish! Now fuhuhuhuhuhuck ohhohohoff!" Logan's hysterical proclamation was accompanied by a series of hard snorts, making Wade's face light up even more.
"You're a snorter?! Oh that's just so precious! How can you expect me to fuck off after hearing that?! Nononono, I think I will keep fucking on, thank you very much! Besides if I stop now then this will be the shortest tickle fic ever written!" He increased his speed, probing between every rib bone as he played his friend's sides like a ticklish piano.
Logan surprisingly laughed even harder, wheezing for air as he continued letting out a snort every few seconds with his burly arms pitifully clamped as tight as he could against his sides. Nothing was stopping the devilishly dexterous fingers of his hyper roommate though.
"Wihihihilsonaaahahahahah.......sssstooooohahahahahahooooop! I'll....I'll gihihihihive you ohohone lahahahast chaaa-EEEHEEHEEHeheheheheheeh!" Logan literally squealed much to his chagrin as he broke into high-pitched giggles with Wade switching spots to now claw mercilessly at his stomach and waist.
"Oh I've never heard a Wolverine squeal before. It's just the gift that keeps on giving. Definitely going to need that as my new ringtone. But hmmm, I think this could be better...," Wade mused as his fingers kept scratching over the buttons going down Logan's flannel shirt, no doubt hindering his tickling efforts if only a little.
In the next second he grabbed Logan's overshirt and pulled hard in opposite directions to pop all the buttons as the remote was finally freed and clattered to the floor. The mercenary smirked as he saw that Logan wasn't wearing anything underneath as his hairy, heavy-muscled torso was now on full display.
Logan was grateful that it had all stopped and the remote was now nowhere near him as he leaned his head back and tried to catch his breath.
"........Fuck......Okay.....You win you win. Just take the fucking thing.....and go ahead and watch your stupid ass shoHOHohOhOHOhoW! NAAAAHOHOHOHOOOOO!!"
Logan had thought it was over, but his momentary sparkle of hope vanished instantly as Wade paid the controller no mind and lunged for him again.
"Ahh yes, that's much better! Now I can really get my hands in here!" Wade smirked in delight with his fingers currently buried and wriggling into Logan's armpits while the feral man roared with deep belly laughs before fizzling into helpless wheezes.
"Ohoho you're very tickly here, aren't you? Bet you wish you would've chosen a safe word now, huh? Or not. Maybe you're enjoying this. Is that it? Don't lie to me now."
"I'm gohohohohonna fffffff-aaahahahhahahah.....fuhuhuhucking k-kihihihill yooooou!" Logan wheezed out as he weakly smacked at Wade's arms and haphazardly kicked his legs around.
"Awww don't be mean, peanut. I just can't get enough of the sound of your laugh. That's not a crime, is it?"
Logan couldn't remember having ever been tickled like this. It had been so long since he'd been this close to anybody, and his memory of such things was pretty fuzzy of anything that happened before his regrettable incident. After those events he'd become even more withdrawn and had fallen deep into depression from the unbearable guilt he felt, confident that he never deserved to be happy again.
And then this annoying little fucker appeared at that bar one day and dragged him on the wildest, most fucked up adventure he could ever recall being on. If at the beginning of all that someone had told him that Wade and he were going to become great friends then he would have laughed right in their face.
But it did happen, and Logan was taken-aback to finally be around someone again who actually cared about his well-being. Someone who wanted the best for him and to make sure that he knew that he mattered. Someone who wanted nothing more than for him to be happy.
And Deadpool was always trying to make him laugh. The look of genuine happiness on Wade's face was unmatched whenever one of his jokes managed to land and make Logan chuckle. The X-man seemed to smile a lot more these days, but laughing was still a rare occurrence for him, which is why Logan was so defensive against the tickling that was currently causing him to do so.
But could he say with complete honesty that he truly hated all this? The answer irked him a little bit because it was no, he didn't hate it, but he was conflicted because he still didn't think he should be allowed to feel pure joy again.
He felt that guilt come up again when he admitted to himself that laughing like this actually felt good. He didn't deserve to feel good. Ever. But obviously Wade had a difference of opinion on that. Wanting him to smile. Wanting him to laugh. Wanting him to let go of his guilt and be happy in this universe that undoubtedly wouldn't be here without him.
"Don't think I forgot about this little sweet spot!"
Wade brought him out of these thoughts rather quickly once he began scribbling all ten fingers over his taut, bare stomach as the Wolverine tossed his head back in howling laughter with his eyes squeezed shut and tears forming in the corners of them.
"Coochie coochie coo! Awwww wittle Wolvie is so ticklish! Yes, he is! Yes, he is!" The merc cooed playfully, knowing all these teases were key to breaking down Logan's mental barriers. And it was working as Logan finally stopped feeling sorry for himself and just gave into it all.
"W-Waaade nooooo! Aahahahahahaah! Cuhuhuhut it ohohhohout! Pleeheheheheeease!"
The merc cocked his head in amusement, having never heard Logan even come close to begging for anything before.
"Oooooh this really is a killer spot, isn't it? Is this rock-hard belly of yours the most ticklish of all? How ironic," Wade mused while absentmindedly squirming a finger down into his navel, making Logan buck strongly and shriek with unrestrained giggles.
"Shihihihiiiiit! Aaaheehehehehehee! Noohohohooot in thehehehere! Fohohor fuhuhuhucks saahaahaakeheehehehehehahahah-st-stoohahahahop tihihihickling! You're kihihhihillin' meheeheehee!"
Wade's stomach did a little somersault at how vulnerable Logan was now being with him. It was all he ever wanted was to see his friend let go of all his anger and self-loathing of the past and surrender himself to the present day.
Logan was laughing freely now. He wasn't grinding his teeth and trying to hold anything in anymore and he even stopped really fighting to get Wade off of him. His face and chest were flushed, tears running down his cheeks as he just laid there in a squirming heap with his wide-open mouth releasing endless peals of laughter and pleas for mercy.
In all honesty Wade didn't want to stop just so he could keep Logan in this state for as long as possible where he was freed from the prison of his own mind, though he knew that he'd have to let him go eventually. Still not quite this second.
"Stop? But I couldn't possibly! Look how happy it's making you! I'd be an asshole to rob you of that! Lucky for you I'm such a good friend, huh?! Tickletickletickletickle! Laugh it up, buddy!" He kept ruthlessly tickling his heaving belly while his other hand slid up to creep back into his armpit, rendering Logan into a powerless wheezing wreck.
"Nohohohooot fahahahaaair! Baahahhhahahaha! Wahahade pleeeease! I cahahahaa-cahahaan't tahahake anymohohohore! Uhuhuhuhuncle!"
Between Wade's unrelenting yapping and Logan's loud fits of laughter they both failed to hear the sound of the front doorknob rattling right before it opened and in walked Dopinder with several plastic bags of take-out in his hands.
"Hello? Your UberEats order is here, Mr. Logan. I've got your hot wings and your pizza rolls and your-AAAH!!" Dopinder let out a scream as he rounded the corner to find Wade straddling and feeling up a howling, red-faced and bare-chested Wolverine.
Upon hearing the terrified cry Wade immediately paused what he was doing as he looked back over his shoulder like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Uhh heeeey Dopinder. Ummm.....This isn't what it looks like.....," he had a guilty look on his face, but quickly revealed his facade as he broke into a devious grin, "Just fucking with you! It's totally what it looks like!"
"And-And what exactly does it look like?" The younger man dared to ask despite his better judgement.
"Well you see Dopinder when two men start living together they begin to develop these feelings; feelings that cause them to get these strong urges that they just can't ignore and-," Wade's tirade of nonsense was cut off as Logan took the opportunity to give him a hard shove and flip him over the back of the couch between pants for air
"Fucking idiot. Don't...freak out, kid. The asshole....was just ticklin' me...is all," Logan breathlessly grunted while moving to take a normal seated position on the couch as Wade then popped his head up from the back.
"That's what he wants to call it. Wanna get in on this action, Dopinder?"
"Oh uhh hehe, n-no thank you. I actually have some more deliveries to get finished. Ermm, next time perhaps," he stuttered nervously as he gingerly placed the food down onto the coffee table in front of them and began to make his exit from the apartment.
"Don't think I'm not holding you to that," Wade teased, making his former cab driver blush and dart out through the door as Wade chuckled and nudged Logan in the shoulder, "Hehehe, did you see how flustered he got? I'll bet he's even more ticklish than you are."
"Leave the kid alone, Wilson. You'd probably kill him. He doesn't have a healing factor like I do," Logan snorted, bunching up his shoulders as Wade lightly ran a finger across the back of his neck.
"Ohh I can be gentle if I want. But I'm pretty sure you're the kind of guy who likes it rough," Wade teased as he moved around to the front of the couch to sit next to the other man, surprised to hear Logan let out a low chuckle.
"Was that a laugh? Nice to see you finally start to appreciate my elite level of humor. Maybe I won't have to start with the daily tickle sessions after all."
Logan made a face at that and lifted his brow.
"Daily? Yeah fuck no, that ain't happening. Once in a while......fine. But I don't think I could take it every day," he mentally shivered thinking about what Wade just put him through.
"Tell you what, you start laughing a little more at my jokes and I'll consider it. But no fake laughing! Because I can tell the difference! Especially now that I know what your real laugh sounds like and let me tell you it's going to be hard for me to get enough of it," Wade experimentally grabbed his knee, giving it a firm squeeze and digging his fingers in around the kneecap as Logan instantly wheezed out a laugh and quickly wrenched the hand off of him.
"Alrihight! I get it! Promise I'll try!"
"I guess that's all I can ask of you. Of course I'm still making it my mission to find everywhere else you're ticklish, and what other really bad spots you have.....unless you just want to tell me," Wade suggested with a grin as Logan just smirked right back.
"Now where'd be the fun in that?"
"You know, you are so right, you smug little honey badger. I gotta say though I'm liking this mood you're in now."
"Well it's your fault. Ya tickled me so bad I couldn't even think straight. Seems like you pushed all the negative thoughts right outta my mind," Logan confessed as Wade began to reconsider his earlier promise.
"Is that so? Hmmm maybe those daily tickle sessions are a good idea after all...," Wade teased just to watch Logan squirm at the thought again.
"I don't think so, bub. Besides, look what ya did," he gestured to his wide-open shirt, pointing at all the areas missing buttons, "You ruined my favorite fucking shirt, dickhead."
"Hardly. You've got like twenty of the exact same one. That's all you ever wear," Wade was quick to point out as Logan just shrugged with a smile.
"So? What's your point?"
"My point is you're a walking fashion disaster. But okay, I'll try not to be so rough next time. We can do the gentle stuff if you prefer. So for research purposes can you tell me how you feel about feathers, hm?" He grinned as he saw Logan shift uneasily in his seat.
"You're gettin' a little crazy now, Wilson."
"Oh c'moooon, just imagine a nice, fluffy feather teasing that big ol' neck of yours.....circling your little tummy button....stroking the backs of your knees.....threading between all your toes....I can't imagine that your feet were spared of your adorable weakness."
"Wade...."
"Oooh! What about raspberries?! Those are fun! Bet it would drive you insane if I blew them on your belly. How about we test that out really quick?" Wade took a deep breath and started leaning towards him with his eyes locked onto his stomach.
"Alright cut it out!" Logan's hand caught him by the face and shoved him kind of hard, though couldn't stop himself from chuckling as he shook his head, "Fuckin' hell, you've seriously got a career in how to mentally torture a guy."
"At your service," Wade tipped an invisible hat as he then surveyed all the bags of food on the table in front of them, "So what did you order all of this for?"
"I told ya I was gonna watch the hockey game. Can't watch it without some proper snacks now," he reached into one of the bags and pulled out a tall can of beer as he popped the pull ring and took a long drink out of it while the other man began removing the take-out boxes.
"Chimichangas? Since when do you eat chimichangas?" Wade looked over at him questionably upon opening one of the containers as Logan gave him a half-smile.
"I got those for you, dumbass. Thought maybe you'd wanna hang out and watch the game with me."
Wade was left momentarily speechless, truly touched by Logan's unexpected gesture.
"Well.....yeah of course. I'd love to. But how come you didn't ask me earlier?"
"Didn't get a chance to because you started bein' an idiot and going off about some other stupid show....'Touched By An Asshole' or something. What kinda pervy ass show is that anywaahaahaays?" Logan giggled, rubbing at his ribs where Wade had now just indignantly poked him.
"It's 'Touched By An Angel', you disrespectful twat. And it's a national treasure. But besides the fact that I've seen every episode, I didn't really want to watch it. I was just trying to get a rise out of you. You seemed tense," Wade admitted as Logan only shrugged and sipped from his beer can.
"When am I not?"
"Umm...Right now. Honestly I haven't you seen this relaxed in.....ever. Even when you're drunk sometimes you're still pretty moody," Wade pointed out as Logan took it in and knew he was right. He'd literally been forced into laughing off all of the burdens that he had carried for many years. His mind currently free from all the adverse feelings and troubles that he'd been endlessly plagued.
The effects were likely not permanent but at least for the time being he felt good. Having to suffer through a vicious tickle attack to achieve that was more than worth it he decided.
"Hmph. Yeah. I guess you're right," a smile broke across Logan's face as he punched Wade in the shoulder, "Thanks asshole."
"Any time. And if you ever change your mind about the daily ticklings then I'm your guy," Wade was glowing from the actual genuine appreciation he'd just received from the normally cantankerous Wolverine.
"Heh. We'll see," Logan smirked as he bent over to pick up the remote off of the floor and turned on the television ahead of them, switching channels until he found the right one, "So do ya even like hockey?"
Wade nodded enthusiastically.
"Love it so much that I've never watched a game in my entire life," he said matter-of-factly before clapping his hands in excitement when he saw Dogpool trot into the room, patting the spot on the couch next to him as she jumped up.
Logan sighed as he handed his roommate a beer, realizing that the next few hours were going to be filled with Wade obnoxiously asking questions about every little thing that happened in the game. Though he couldn't help but smile as he watched the man-child start happily eating the chimichangas while simultaneously feeding little bits of them to his unusual looking dog.
Truth be told they all were an unusual bunch. Not just the three of them, but Blind Al, Peter, and Dopinder, to name a few. All these people that Wade had brought into his life and openly shared with him. Not to mention without Wade's intervention he never would have met Laura; someone he found he made a fast connection with and was now someone he cared deeply about.
Really Wade had rescued him that day. Rescued him from himself and gave him another reason to keep on living for. He felt his heart warm as he looked over at one of the side tables where Wade kept a framed photo of all of their friends; only now it was a new picture that included Logan, Laura and Mary Puppins in it.
Logan's smile grew as he reached over to pat the dog on the head before Wade made a whimpering noise and leaned his own head towards him to receive the same affection. He chuckled and obliged for a few moments before getting a wicked grin on his face as he snatched the hair piece off of Wade's head, prompting a momentary yelp of pain from the scarred man.
As the merc rubbed at his head while glaring over at him Logan found it impossible not to start laughing while jokingly dangling the toupee up in his hand. Wade then promptly broke into a smirk that told him he was dead, though even with that warning Logan made no attempt to escape.
Wade easily knocked him onto his back again to mercilessly tickle his sides while at the same time making the Wolverine shriek by blowing those promised raspberries into his stomach. And they tickled just as badly as Wade had said.
Yes, they were an unusual bunch, but they were his whole world now. And Logan was never going to let them down. Over his dead body.
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The Scenic Route
Civilian/Non-Military AU
Summary: You, your boyfriend, and his best friend go on a road trip together. One night, when his friend's asleep in the backseat, you and your boyfriend get up to trouble in the front.
Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader
Word Count: ~1.0k
Warnings: SMUT 18+ (fingering, vaginal sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism – both include an unknowing/unconsenting party)
A/N: Hello! This scenario actually came to me in a dream lol. I'm sorry I haven't posted much as of late, but I've been trying to get over a nasty bout of writer's block recently. This drabble is the first thing I've been able to finish in months, so as always, I hope you all enjoy! :)
Just imagine it: you, your boyfriend, and his best friend are on a cross-country road trip for the summer. After miles and miles traversing winding roads and visiting quaint, historic towns, what started out as a fun adventure has become… mmm, less so. Because the days, maybe weeks, stuck together in a metal box with wheels has left you feeling a little… frustrated, if you know what I mean.
It's no one's fault, really. That's just the nature of extensive group traveling. But your poor boyfriend's friend, bless his heart, has really received the brunt of your ire.
Though it's not technically his fault you're all pent up, you can't help but feel a sort of unjust bitterness towards him. It's just that all the times you and Simon have tried to sneak away for a little 'alone' time, his friend was always hot on your trails, interrupting whatever tryst you two were trying to engage in.
So now, well over a week into your trip, Simon can tell you're about to explode. Trust him, he feels the same way as you, so at the first opportunity he sees, he takes it.
One night, when his best friend is fast asleep in the backseat of the car, Simon suddenly pulls over on a stretch of deserted highway. You think he's stopping because maybe there's something wrong with the vehicle, but then he's leaning over the center console, pressing his lips urgently to yours.
Immediately, you startle and try to push him back. "What are you—?"
"Shh," he hushes softly. "It's alright. He's asleep." He points his chin towards the snoring passenger.
And though a quick peek for yourself confirms Simon's words, that doesn't stop the concern from rising within you, especially as he undoes both your seatbelts. Even if his friend is dead asleep, he's still sitting just a few feet away in full view of everything. The proximity as well as possibility of him waking has you flooded with anxiety, and with your eyes locked on the sleeping figure, you try to protest your boyfriend, whose lips gently suck the hinge of your jaw.
"He could—"
But then Simon's big hand is down the front of your pants, swirling quick, tight circles around your neglected clit. You choke on a moan as he presses his fingertips hard against you, grabbing his collar when he dips lower, smearing them through your slick.
It feels so good yet so wrong all at the same time. But despite the guilt weighing on your conscience, ultimately, you can't help but be swept up in the moment.
Gaze still fixed on the man in the backseat, you let your boyfriend play with you however he wills. You twitch and groan, trying to keep your noises to a minimum, but it's difficult with how terribly brilliant he is at this.
He's smirking, the bastard, as he takes you apart right there on the side of the road. And when he stuffs you full with two fingers, causing your voice to suddenly pique, Simon urges with a low purr in your ear, "Shhhhhh... Don't wanna wake him, do you?"
~OR ALTERNATIVELY~
Simon, feeling like the third wheel on you and your boyfriend's road trip. Even though this trip had been planned for months and even though you two try to include him in everything, he can't shake that feeling of a deep tension directed towards him, from you in particular.
While you're not outwardly hostile to Simon, it's the little things he's picked up on. Like how multiple times he's caught you staring at him in the rearview mirror, or whenever he's accidentally brushed against you, you've reared back and caressed the spot like you'd just been burned.
And he gets it; he's not the most convivial of traveling companions. A few weeks crammed together can strain even the best of relationships, and especially so when you two weren't particularly close to begin with.
So imagine Simon's confusion when one night he's awoken by the gentle sway of the car rocking back and forth. At first, he thinks it's just the normal movements of a vehicle in drive. But then he hears something – the unmistakable sound of a woman's breathy moan – and his senses are suddenly on high alert.
With the motion of the cabin around him and the crude noises in his ears, it seems obvious what the two of you are getting up to. But they wouldn't, would they? Not when he's sitting right here.
Peeking one eye open, Simon's suspicions are confirmed as he sees you straddling your boyfriend in the driver's seat. Your arms are wound around the headrest, your face twisted up in pleasure, and Simon can just make out the naked skin of your hip as you bounce in his best friend's lap.
The sight is such a shock to the system that Simon's first instinct is to freeze, both lids flying open without thought. You two must've noticed him asleep and taken a chance to steal a quick moment together, and now he's an intruding third party who's become witness to something he was never meant to see.
Realizing what he's doing, he's about to feign sleep and pretend like nothing happened tomorrow. But before he can act, your eyes suddenly connect with his, and he finds he's hopelessly rooted to his spot.
Are you about to scream? About to cry out and call him a pervert?
So many possibilities run through Simon's mind, but what actually unfurls is even more surprising than anything he could've predicted.
Rather than being angry or shocked to see him peeping, you seem almost… amused. Aroused, if he didn't know better.
Keeping your gaze locked with Simon's, you flash a pleased, little smile, and continue eagerly fucking yourself on his best friend's cock. You toss your head back, grope your chest through your shirt, really put on a show for the man in the back all while the one in the front remains completely unaware.
And Simon, for his part, can't look away from the scene. Whether it's out of confusion or sheer curiosity, he watches on, keeping his eyes firmly glued to your figure.
Will either of you mention this come tomorrow morning? It's hard to say in the moment. But for now, as he's kept rapt by your performance, Simon's content to sit back and let this road lead him where it may.
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A/N: I'd love to know what you thought! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed!
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ok this one IS an explicitly anti-maiko post, I'm not sorry. The Beach is a great episode except that a lot of it doesn't actually land for me in terms of relationship dynamics, and the extremely obvious one is maiko.
This episode does a lot of work for trying to establish the Fire Nation kids group dynamics and their motivations and insecurities. It's really good, especially for Azula. It also is where Zuko first starts confronting returning to the Fire Nation was not going how he expected and his growing internal conflict. But background to this is also further establishing the Zuko/Mai relationship, and lemme just say-- I do not think the writers do a good job.
This got long esp because of transcript quotes, so I put it under a read more, but here we go
Throughout the episode, Zuko and Mai snipe at each other, culminating in a blowup argument and a breakup. And then they literally just kiss and make up at the end of the episode, without doing anything to fix the things that led to the break up in the first place.
So let's start with the argument, work backwards from there, and back to their resolution. This is the argument:
Mai [Angrily.] Zuko, what is wrong with you? Zuko What's wrong with me? Mai [Scolding.] Your temper is out of control. You blow up over every little thing. You're so impatient and hotheaded and angry! Zuko [Snapping back.] Well, at least I feel something, as opposed to you. [Frontal view from behind Mai.] You have no passion for anything! You're just a big blah! Mai [Turns away from Zuko.] It's over, Zuko. We're done.
Immediately preceding this, Zuko shoves the Fire Nation kid talking to Mai at the party. Zuko's been jealous of him all episode and it's frankly not entirely unfounded. Chan invites Ty Lee to his party, Ruon-Jian notices Mai and invites her too-- Zuko is ignored until Azula insists on getting them both invites as well. Zuko's jealousy is out of line, and getting suspicious Mai likes Ruon-Jian is too, I can see why Mai would be annoyed by that. I can also see why it would trigger Zuko getting so upset when he sees Ruon-Jian talking to her at the party.
I... have trouble believing Mai would actually be so mad/upset that Zuko shoved another guy. It's a little controlling, but it is exciting and she had just been saying she as bored. It would make more sense to me if Zuko had taken this out on her -- she can't talk to people, etc-- as a reason for being upset-- because that would go better with her personal family trauma revealed later in the episode about being controlled and stifled.
I also think it's interesting Mai says Zuko's temper is out of control because other then going after Ruon-Jian, he's not really angry in this episode? He's annoyed about being handled by his father, he's dismissive of Mai's negativity at the party, he is suspicious and jealous but he doesn't do anything outright and hot tempered until then. What is Mai basing this on?
(after this Zuko IS very mean to Ty Lee at the fireside but we have no in show evidence he was before)
We certainly address Zuko's anger later at the fireside-- he's in conflict with himself, he is angry at himself. They sort of address Mai not feeling things and being a big blah in the fireside scene -- I'm gonna put the long block quote here lol:
Zuko [Camera pans right. Getting up.] Yeah, you do not believe in anything. Mai [Close-up; sarcastically.] Oh, well, I'm sorry I can't be as high-strung and crazy as the rest of you. Zuko [Aerial view of campsite. Walking up to the campfire.] I'm sorry, too. I wish you would be high-strung and crazy for once instead of keeping all your feeling bottled up inside. [Frontal view.] She just called your aura dingy. Are you gonna take that? Mai [Aerial view of campsite. Leaning back.] What do you want from me? You want a teary confession about how hard my childhood was? Well, it wasn't. [Close-up.] I was a rich only child who got anything I wanted ... as long as I behaved [Cut to shot of the sky.] and sat still, and didn't speak unless spoken to. [Close-up of Zuko.] My mother said I had to keep out of trouble. We had my dad's political career to think about. Azula [Side-view of campsite.] Well, that's it, then. [Close-up.] You have a controlling mother who had certain expectations, and if you strayed from them, you were shut down. That's why you're afraid to care about anything, and why you can't express yourself. Mai [Frontal view.] You want me to express myself? [Stands up and yells.] Leave me alone! Zuko [Side-view of campsite. Frontal view of Zuko.] I like it when you express yourself. [Approaching, attempting to put a hand on her shoulder.] Mai [Frontal view.] Don't touch me! I'm still mad at you. [She sits.] Zuko [Side-view of Mai.] My life hasn't been that easy either, Mai. Mai: Whatever. That doesn't excuse the way you've been acting.
Anyway, again, "the way Zuko's been acting" isn't really obvious to me-- he's a little snide after their fight and that's mean. And even here, Zuko is (I think fairly earnestly) trying to give her an outlet and she's not moved by it. It's not until he confesses he's angry at himself that she seems to forgive him, and it's unclear exactly what has moved her about this --
Zuko [Close-up.] Because I'm confused. Because I'm not sure I know the difference between right and wrong anymore. Azula You're pathetic. Mai [View from behind Zuko.] I know one thing I care about. [Walks up to Zuko. Frontal view.] I care about you. [They kiss.]
Press X to doubt because the whole episode has not shown once that Mai cares about Zuko. In fact, it's shown her rebuffing all his attempts to connect with her and the arguing with him. The episode hasn't shown me one piece of evidence that Mai even likes Zuko. There's nothing that's changed between the start of the episode and now, except that Zuko's addressed why he's angry and who he's angry with-- but it doesn't explain why that would make Mai not mad at him anymore. They haven't addressed any of their earlier grievances, but once again the writers use a kiss to show us everything's all made up and fine now, I guess. A kiss isn't a resolution, but I mentioned in another post, Book 3 does this a lot!
Also it's weird to me to just ignore Zuko expressing his conflict-- Mai has no opinion about that? This becomes a point of conflict a bit later in The Boiling Rock episodes, where Mai tells Zuko he is betraying his country, but again it's never really satisfactorily addressed. Azula at least calls him pathetic -- which isn't nice but isn't ignoring it either.
I would even go as far to say Ty Lee is shown to care more about Zuko when she calls him out for burning the family portrait and it's Ty Lee who says "I know you." That line just really hits me as very meaningful, but they opted not to give it to Zuko's girlfriend, not even to his sister, but to Ty Lee.
SO that is all to say-- if this is supposed to be a Maiko episode, it doesn't land. All it does is lay seeds for their dysfunction and conflict, then refuses to resolve it.
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Try Me
part 3
part 1, part 2
minors dni pls!! 🔞 (I will find you)
I wrote this because I'm having writers block and I don't feel like working on my Abby fic rn lol. I also have been bed ridden with a weird cold so there's that. There's barely any plot here it's literally just porn.
content warnings: Dealer! Ellie (sort of), teasing, dom! Ellie, Sub! reader, Fem! reader, Fingering (r! receiving), dirty talk, mentions of drugs, and as always no use of y/n
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So you’re back. Staring at the number “400”. The three brass digits you know all too well nailed on the chipped, rust colored door. It’s been about a week since your last interaction. The interaction that you can’t think about without your cheeks turning bright red. The interaction that had you hands down your lace panties every night since then, biting your lips, barely able to contain your moans. God, you needed her so bad.
This time you weren’t sure why you were here. She just kind of asked you to come over text. The words “come over.” lighting up on your phone screen under her name. It’s embarrassing how quickly you agreed with no questions asked. I mean after what she did for you last time, she could ask you to eat dirt and you’d do it willingly.
You finally knock twice and patiently wait for the door to open. You hear footsteps approaching and the door swings open to reveal Ellie. She was in her usual skinny jeans and tank top, but no flannel. Her toned muscles and tattoo are perfectly on display. Your mouth becomes dry and you have to swallow before speaking.
“Hi.”
“Hey.” She’s smiling, looking you up and down. You're wearing your usual pajama shorts and sweatshirt, but this time you took extra care to put on a matching bra and pantie set, just in case. It was desperate and weird, but the payoff could be worth it.
Ellie was looking at you with this intimidating hunger that almost made you want to put on a second sweatshirt. You smile back at her and she turns to her side to let you in. You start to make your way towards the couch again when Ellie grabs your wrist and tugs you towards her. You stumble right into her chest and look up at her green eyes. Her hair was messily framing her face and you could make out the freckles dotting her nose. She was breathing a bit heavy, you could feel her chest heaving against yours.
“God I missed you.” She doesn’t give you time for a response before she lightly grabs your jaw and kisses you. Hard. Her lips are so soft and warm and inviting you melt into her, unable to control your body’s reaction. She pulls away still breathing heavily and looks deep into your eyes with that same hunger.
“Bedroom.” You just nod in response, that kiss rendering you momentarily speechless. She makes her way to what you had assumed was the bedroom holding your hand to guide you.
“We can smoke later, but this needs to happen now before I lose my mind and end up accidentally ripping your pretty clothes.” You feel the wetness between your legs grow at her comment.
“Well I’m glad you aren’t planning on destroying my clothes. They’re the only ones I brought.” You smile a little.
Ellie sits down on the bed and grabs your hips so you're standing between her spread legs. She runs her hands down from your hips to your thighs and says “That just makes me want to destroy them more.” She looks up at you and smirks.
She runs her fingers along the hem of your shorts and slowly moves them down. Her warm hands tickle your skin as she tugs your pajamas downwards. She lets the shorts pool at your feet and takes a moment to stare at your lace underwear. She places a few kisses along the waistband gently and then looks back up at you. Her warm hands are lightly gripping your hips, keeping you steady. She runs her hands along the hem of the sweatshirt and says “Take this off for me princess.”
You obey and tug the sweatshirt up over your head and discard it on the floor. Ellie looks you up and down with surprise and an increased desire to rip your clothing.
“You dressed up all pretty for me?” She smirks and even as she’s sitting below you she intimidates you.
“Maybe.” You breathe out now a bit embarrassed.
“Admit it.You were craving this again from the moment you left.” She says with an evil smile. “You’ve stuffed your cute little hands down your panties countless times thinking about me huh?” You can’t even respond to that, she was too right.
She laughs and looks back down at her hands grazing your underwear, “Don’t worry I haven’t been able to get your pretty moans out of my head.”
“Really?” You’re genuinely shocked considering you really didn’t do much for her during your last encounter. She had you too blissed out to even offer.
She moves from her position on the edge of the bed to sitting propped up against the pillows at the head of the bed. “Yea, really. Now come here princess.” She gestures between her legs. You move so you're leaning up against her chest, her warm body radiating against you. She starts kissing her way down your neck while her hands move to your stomach. Her soft hands grope your breasts massaging the soft skin, causing you to let out a breathy sigh.
“So perfect for me.” She whispers roughly into your neck. Her voice causes you to whimper hips bucking up from the ache building between your legs. She moves her hands down your stomach and grazes them on top of your panties. Teasing her fingers across the lacey material. You begin to squirm a bit involuntarily but she stills you by casting her other arm across your lower belly.
“Stay still for me, pretty girl. I want to take my time with you this time.”
“Ok,” You breathily reply. You have to grip the bed sheets at the sound of her demanding voice.
She cups your cunt roughly and you let out a soft moan in response to the pressure. You lean your head back on her shoulder trying not to buck your hips up into her hands.
“God you just do exactly what I ask, don’t you, my good girl?” She mutters before kissing your neck, sucking lightly. “You can move against me princess, make yourself feel good.” You sigh in relief and begin lightly rocking against Ellie’s hand desperate for any kind of relief. You start to grind a little faster against her letting out a soft moan at every little movement. Ellie moves her hand up and down your slit still on top of your soaking panties. She moves her finger in slow circles on your clit and you’re not sure how much more you can take. Your hands grip the sheets harder, you’re convinced you’re going to rip them with how frustrated you are.
“Please.” You whimper out, unable to contain your need for her to touch you where you needed her.
“Gonna need you to beg a bit harder than that princess.” You can hear the snarkiness in her voice, but it didn’t change your desperation.
“Please Ellie, Please, I’ll do whatever you want just please.” With that Ellie pulls your panties to the side and swipes a finger up your slit. She moves her finger up and down collecting the wetness that had pooled between your legs. Without warning she starts moving your clit in circles with her finger. You moan out in relief, finally the ache between your legs was being tended to. She moved her finger slowly massaging your clit gently. When your breathing started to pick up she started moving her finger a bit faster. Ellie moved her finger down to circle your tight entrance. Once you opened up for her she slowly inserted her finger into your cunt. You moan as she curls her finger upwards repeatedly, hitting you right where you needed her. She inserted a second finger and you let out a whine as your muscles stretch and contract around her fingers. She starts moving her fingers in and out of you faster, hitting that spongy spot so perfectly you can’t even manage to make any noise. Just when you’re convinced you can’t take anymore she takes her thumb and starts moving your clit in slow circles. This almost sends you over the edge. Your back started to arch and a loud moan was forced out of you at every thrust of her fingers.
“Ellie I’m gonna..” You whine out.
“Not until I say pretty girl.” She spreads your legs out further, hooking hers around yours. She thrusts her fingers inside you even harder, hitting you right at that spongy spot so hard you see stars.
“Ellie I can’t..” You beg, not sure how much longer you can last.
“Alright, come for me princess.” Almost immediately your muscles violently contract around Ellie’s fingers, your hips bucking up against her hand. You squint your eyes shut at the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. Ellie fucks you through the whole thing, never slowing down. Your body goes through waves of pleasure that cause you to moan embarrassingly loud. “That’s it, so, so perfect.”
You start to come down and Ellie still doesn’t let up, you have to grab her tattooed arm to get her to slow down. She eventually pulls her fingers out of you. She brings them up to her mouth and sucks them clean, humming with satisfaction. She gently grabs your jaw and turns you so she can kiss you. She’s gentle and warm and soft and you are sure you must have melted into a puddle of your former self. Your limbs feel like jelly and all you can feel is Ellie. All you can hear is your breathing synchronized with hers and you could fall asleep right here.
“Could use a nap.” You murmur.
“You can sleep here, we just have to get ya cleaned up a bit.” You nod weakly.
“It’s your turn next time, okay?” You manage to slur out sleepily. You feel like you owe her at this point. Although, she doesn’t even give you a chance before she has you incapacitated.
“I’ll do whatever you want, princess.”
good night lovie dovies! lmk what you think! As always any Ellie or Abby requests are welcome 💕🪷
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Title: “Recreation” (3/?) Author:@ageless-aislynn Characters/fandom: Kai-125/M!Reader, Halo the series Summary: You wanted to take Kai on a date that she would love but your ideas are running a bit thin. Don't worry, though, ODST Jerry is here to help. 😉 Rating: T (PG13) Length: 3,405 Spoilers/warnings: Set in the Silver Timeline of Halo the series, not the games or novels. No show spoilers. Disclaimer: Definitely not mine but I do enjoy borrowing them just for a bit! 😉 A/N: Annnnd it's been a while, friends. Since the last update, life has been all about stress, health issues and writer's block but I'm trying to get things back on track again. 🤞😣🤞
Thank you to @mrtobenamedlater for the suggestions on what sort of dates to not take Kai on. See, I was paying attention, lol!
If you also read "15 Minutes" (or you're checking to see if I'm going to mention anything about it 😉), the next chapter on it is also in progress. Ideally, it should also update at some point this month but I make no promises.
If you've been reading since the beginning, thank you for sticking around. If you're reading this at some later date, thanks for giving it a chance. However it goes, I hope you enjoy! ⭐💖⭐
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I tagged everybody I tagged last time but, as always, if you'd prefer not to be, just let me know! And if you would like to be tagged in my Kai/Reader fics, just let me know! At the moment, I also write John/Reader, John/Kai and John/Cortana, so I’m glad to tag you for whatever you’d like. Also, if you’d like to be removed, just let me know as well, no hard feelings. 😉 💖
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"So, what's the plan?"
You looked over as ODST Jerry fell into step with you. "Plan?"
"You know, for when your Spartan honey gets back from extended deploy."
Your I'm thinking over my options face clearly looked a lot like your I'm completely at a loss face. Wait, now that you thought about it, they really were one and the same in this case.
"Come on, man, you need a plan," he bemoaned. "You can't just try to wing it with a Spartan. Not a Spartan. She's worth the time, the effort, the thought, the whole thing. Don't you worry, though. Jerry's got you covered. Give me a few hours and I'll be back with some options."
He strode away with great purpose, leaving you staring after him, a bit flummoxed at having somehow gained an ODST Fairy Godfather.
All considering, though, you could definitely use a little of that "feet first" attitude when it came to dating.
You were on your way to the mess for lunch when, as if by magic, Jerry appeared next to you once more.
"I've been going over the options, running the numbers, all that," he began without preamble. "You know that big amusement park that opened a few weeks ago, tallest roller-coaster on Reach, guaranteed thrills for all?"
"That's where I should take-?"
"You should absolutely not take her there. Think about it, she can jump from orbit without so much as a pod! How exciting is some plain ol' roller-coaster going to be to somebody who can orbital jump in just her armor?"
You nodded slightly, conceding the point.
"Same thing with the games. Punch a bag to show your strength? She can punch the whole machine onto the next continent. Hit a target? She's a sniper, my man. Even with the lousy 'guns' they use for those things, I'd bet you a whole year's salary that she'd make every shot. That's no fun for her. She'll want to be challenged, she'll want excitement! You've got to give her something she's not going to get any other way or why would she bother, right?"
You went from nodding to shaking your head to finally just doing a circle with your chin. "But I'm not that exciting," you said. "That's going to be impossible."
Jerry whipped out his padd. "I made some notes," he said and flipped it around so you could read the screen.
You leaned down a bit, squinting at the print. "Um, you know I couldn't survive that one, right? And I'm just straight-up not doing that one, that one or that one," you said, pointing at the corresponding bullet points.
"If you're worried about where to find a marching band, don't sweat it. I know a guy," he said confidently. "I can even convince him to throw in the venomous carnivores for free."
"I don't know," you said with a slight grimace. "None of this is my style."
"Really? Not even number 15?"
"Yeah, I'm definitely not doing battlefield karaoke. Besides, where would I find an Elite who could sing?"
"I know a guy," he repeated even more confidently.
"Maybe some other time. But thanks."
He waggled a finger at you. "I'm not going to give up on you, buddy. Not after you opened my eyes to the wonders of yoga."
"Are you feeling more centered and enlightened?"
"Eh, that, too," he said. "But I'm going to make sure that you show that Spartan the time of her life, even if it kills us both, don't you worry!"
He gave your shoulder a friendly punch and disappeared into the crowd before you could respond.
You were on an early shift today, so you decided to do some recon in the city. There were a few fancy restaurants there, would Kai like something like that? There were also movie theaters, some quite elaborate. That movie in the park you'd been about to see before the emergency deploy, she'd said she liked it, so was it playing somewhere? She might like the chance to see it in a more elegant setting. Or what about live performances? Did she like plays? Musicals?
You realized you had no idea about her taste in music or entertainment. Or food. Or pretty much anything important, the more you thought about it.
Frustrated, you let your feet carry you out of the city into the outskirts. There was one place you could go to clear your mind for a while. Maybe some fantastic, Spartan-worthy idea would come to you, then?
Not long into throwing balls for the pack of rescue dogs, you'd gotten the feeling you were being watched. Surreptitiously, you'd scanned the wooded area beyond the fenced-in yard but couldn't spot anything suspicious. Even after casually checking out the buildings of the animal sanctuary behind you, you didn't spot anybody watching you from a window or around a corner. Often, some of the other volunteers would gather to watch you playing with the dogs but you really didn't know why.
Deborah, one of the other volunteers, approached after a while, calling your name in greeting. "Want a break? I'll take a turn if you want to go visit your best girl. She's in her usual place."
"Sure, thanks," you said, tossing the ball to her and giving the dogs still clustered around you fond scratches. You headed back to where you'd left your shirt hanging on the porch railing but it was warm enough you'd worked up a light sweat, so you left it off. You found a place in the shade on the ground next to the steps to sit, letting your hand turn palm upwards on the grass.
You caught a glint of eyes beneath the steps but didn't say anything, knowing it was better to wait.
It didn't take nearly as along as it once had before there was movement from the corner of your vision. You still didn't react, keeping your gaze forward, but when a slightly cold, damp nose skimmed your palm, your mouth twitched.
It wasn't until the furry body sat next to you, close enough for the wiry fur to brush your arm, did you look at the small, gray dog. "And how are you today, Gigi?" you asked very softly.
You moved your hand up onto your lap and waited until she shifted to lean against your leg before slowly and gently petting her back. She sat there stiffly for a few more seconds, then finally sighed and laid down with her head propped onto your thigh.
"You know, you're welcome to play ball with the rest of them," you suggested and she rolled her dark eyes to look skeptically at you. "Or not," you concluded.
You both watched Deborah and the rest of the dogs for a while, then Gigi abruptly tensed and darted back under the steps a heartbeat before you heard the crunch of footsteps.
"Hey, marine," Kai said as she came around the corner of the building, dressed in dark civvies, the streak of red in her hair barely peeking out from under her black knit cap with the tear on the edge. "Got room for one more?"
You were on your feet and striding towards her before you even realized it. Halfway there, you realized you didn't know what you were going to do when you got there but fortunately, she didn't have the same problem.
As soon as you were within reach, she grabbed you into a massive embrace. For a long moment, you just closed your eyes and held onto her.
"When'd you get back?" you finally asked into her muscular shoulder.
"Couple of hours ago. Been in debrief for ages. Though poor Chief is still there, so guess I shouldn't complain."
"You all right? No casualties?"
"Silver's in one piece," she said which wasn't really an answer but you figured that was all she could say.
When you leaned back, you expected her to let you go but instead she shifted her hold so to touch your face.
"I'm glad to see you," she said, her tone husky.
"Yeah. Yeah, me, too," you stammered out, feeling tongue-tied.
And then she kissed you and, in addition to feeling bereft of words, you had your breath stolen as well.
You heard a faint growl come from under the porch and Kai released you, murmuring, "So, who's your friend down there? They sound like they're considering biting my ankle."
It took a few blinks before your brain resumed functioning again. "That's Gigi," you said. "She's had a rough go of it, doesn't trust very easily. Usually she wouldn't call attention to herself like that, though."
"She must like you, then," she said with a slight smile, "considering that she's warning me to back off."
You turned, finding that Gigi actually had her head poked out from under the porch, her lips curled and showing teeth. "That's not very nice," you admonished in a gentle tone. "You're both Spartans, you should stick together."
Gigi gave a displeased barky growl at that and vanished into the shadows once more.
"She's a Spartan, huh?" Kai remarked, biting her lip as if to restrain a grin.
"Well, she came to the sanctuary already answering to Gigi so they didn't want to change it," you explained. "So, I told her that it was short for Gorgo, you know, the Spartan queen? I thought she should have a strong name, something to give her courage when she needs it."
Kai looked at you as if you were too precious to be real. "I like it," she said. "Well, Queen Gorgo Gigi would be a welcome part of Silver Team, if she ever feels like joining."
"One day," you said. "Or at least I hope one day that she'll feel safe enough to come out and play ball."
"You'll get her there," she said confidently.
"You think so?"
"Yeah," she said with an encouraging nod. "You're good with her, I can tell. She trusted you enough to come out from her hiding place and sit with you. That's a big deal."
You arched an eyebrow. "How did you know that? Can Spartans see around corners now?"
It was her turn to look a bit sheepish. "I saw from the woods." She jutted her chin in a direction across the yard through the fence. "I, um, might've been watching you running around, playing ball."
"Why?"
She gave a huffing laugh. "Probably for the same reason why you watch me do my deadlift routine."
"Because it's an impressive display of strength and agility?"
She waggled her hand to indicate you were close.
You thought it over for a second. "Because you're hot?"
She did an on the nose gesture. "You didn't answer me before: you got room for one more or do you think it'll upset Gigi if I sit in her space?"
You glanced back as if the small dog would offer a comment. Her eyes glittered in the darkness, which told you she hadn't completely withdrawn. "I think it'll be all right," you finally surmised. "If she seems to get distressed, we can move."
Kai nodded and the both of you took a place on the ground with you the closest to the steps. You sat there in companionable silence for a while, watching Deborah throwing the ball to the pack of dogs.
Eventually, Deborah came your way, gesturing to Kai. "Want to take a turn? They've about run me out but I'd like to give them a little while longer to play."
Kai bounded to her feet. "Sure," she said eagerly. "Just… throw the ball for them?"
"Just throw the ball," the other woman confirmed.
Though you had no doubt that Kai could've thrown it three days' drive away even for the speediest Mongoose, she tempered her strength to mimic approximately how Deborah had been throwing it. Soon, she was laughing at the antics of the pack as they raced around. You noticed that she would also deliberately throw the ball to some of the smaller or slower dogs, giving them their turn as well.
She also paid attention to when they began showing signs of being tired. "Should I let them rest now?" she asked.
Deborah had found a place in the shade to sit far enough away that Gigi didn't withdraw further. At Kai's question, she pushed to her feet. "Yeah, they seem good. I think they'll all have solid naps now, thanks."
Then, as Kai approached and gave her back the ball, she went on, "We're always looking for people for play time like this, or even just feeding and filling water bowls. If you'd ever like to spend more time with them, please feel welcome. I know they'd love it."
"Thanks," Kai said with a broad smile. "I'd love it, too."
"You'll make sure she gets in?" you asked, inclining your head towards the little gray dog under the porch.
Deborah gave a wry smile. "Don't worry, I'll make sure she gets that spot she likes tucked away in the linen closet."
You turned to Kai and gestured for her to proceed.
"You don't tell Gigi goodbye?" she asked, arching a brow curiously.
"Gigi doesn't believe in goodbyes," you returned, partially because you thought it would make her smile.
The toothy grin she gave you went straight to the center of your chest. "Something else we have in common, then."
The walk back into the city was much more pleasant now that Kai was at your side. She couldn't tell you much about the mission Silver Team had been on but that was all right with you.
After she told you that she hadn't had time to grab anything to eat, you diverted your course to find the little out of the way diner you often frequented when off-duty.
As it turned out, Kai had never before had the chance to discover the wonders of the classic hamburger. The elderly owners were quick to ply her with every conceivable variation they could concoct.
Kai's enthusiasm was contagious and her appetite was indeed Spartan-sized. In the time it took you to eat three generously sized burgers, she'd gone through perhaps a dozen. The happiness radiating from her made it difficult for you to not grin like a fool.
She waved them off when they offered to grill up another. "I'm stuffed," she demurred. "Couldn't possibly fit in another bite."
"But," the silver-haired woman asked, "what about dessert? Do you like pie?"
"Pie?" she asked, her tone perking up. And, as it turned out, yes, she did.
When you requested the bill, Kai snatched it off the table in a move so fast you didn't even see a blur of motion.
"My treat," she said. "You can pay for the next date."
Her casual choice of words surprised you. Once you were outside, having promised the owners that you'd come back soon, you fell in line beside her.
"Was this a date?" you finally asked.
"It was to me," she said with a tiny smile and threaded her fingers through yours. "It was actually the most perfect date I could've imagined."
For a moment, you couldn't seem to remember what words were. Then you cleared your throat and said, "I have something for you."
"Did you knit me a gun cozy?" she asked eagerly.
You gave what you hoped was a mysterious smile. In truth, you probably just looked besotted. That was okay, though, because it inspired her to kiss you again.
Kai had remained outside of the marine barracks as you went in to retrieve her present. As you joined her, you noted about a dozen ODSTs and marines lurking none-too-stealthily nearby. One of the privates took a step in your direction and, from out of nowhere, ODST Jerry intercepted him, steering him back into the crowd.
He gave you a covert thumb's up, then disappeared again.
You'd thought you'd done a decent job wrapping the present in plain gray paper, tied with a silver ribbon, but when you actually saw it in her hands, you couldn't help but notice how it looked like a lumpy mess.
You should've put it in a box and had somebody professional do the wrapping. It was too late now, of course, but as she stood just looking at it, you wondered if you should offer to take it back and try again.
But then she glanced up at you and her eyes shone with a surprisingly wet sheen. "Thank you," she said quietly. "I love it."
"But you haven't even seen it," you protested mildly.
"Don't have to. I love it already."
You would've expected her to tear through the paper in a split-second but instead she carefully slid the ribbon free, then undid each seam with careful precision. It was almost as if she had never been given a--
The thought hit you as if you'd walked straight into a wall.
Then the thought made you want to punch the wall. She had never been given a wrapped present before.
It was a good thing she was preoccupied with the wrapping paper because you'd never been that great at concealing your feelings, especially when something made you see red. Scuttlebutt about how Dr. Halsey had treated the Spartans had never been particularly kind but you suddenly had an inkling of just how very unkind the treatment had been. Spartans weren't unthinking, unfeeling machines, no matter what anyone had ever said. It was true that they seemed more… animated since Dr. Keyes had taken over the program but maybe that was merely because she was allowing them to be?
It was all way above your pay grade but your feelings for Kai—
Okay, yeah, you had to admit it at least to yourself: you had feelings for her. Pretending to be in a relationship had been only been pretend for you at the very start. Kai was easy to care about, easy to admire, easy to want to be around.
The kissing was also a fantastic perk to the pretending, of course, but even if that had never been a thing, you would've still wanted to spend time with her.
As she undid the final piece of tape, she glanced up at you again and whatever she saw this time made her straighten. "You okay?" she asked.
"Sure." Your attempt to clear all of those feelings off your face was obviously an abject failure, so you went with it. "Hoping you like your gifts."
"There's more than one in here?"
"Finish opening and find out."
She slowly peeled the paper back, as if loathe to have the experience end. Oh, you were definitely getting her more wrapped presents, ASAP.
"I noticed yours was torn," you said as she gently lifted up the black knit cap from the rest of the bundle.
She made a surprisingly squeaky sound as she turned it and the metallic thread of the embroidery along the wide brim caught the light. "Is this my sniper? And a Needler? A MA5C? These are all my favorite weapons!"
"I know," you returned, then grinned as she actually spun in an excited circle.
She yanked off her old cap and put the new one on with reverence. "I just wish I could wear it and look at it at the same time," she said and you gestured at the package she still held in her hands.
She lifted the scarf out next, making another squeaky sound as she took in the matching embroidered pattern across both ends. After throwing it around her neck, she looked at you, this time with heat. "Would you want to come back to my room so I can model these for you?"
You stared quizzically at her, about to point out that she was modeling them, wasn't she?
But before you could speak, she leaned in closer to murmur, "So I can model only these for you?"
You blinked. It took two tries but finally you got out a heartfelt, "Ma'am, yes, ma'am."
As she grabbed your hand and pulled you away, you passed ODST Jerry now in the middle of the group of rapt onlookers.
"I taught him everything he knows," he was saying with a proud sniff. "Now, c'mon, everybody pay up. Yeah, and maybe if you're lucky, ol' Jerry here will help you make a Spartan love connection, too."
#halo#halo the series#halo paramount+#x reader#kai-125#kai-125 x male reader#kai-125 x m!reader#male reader#fic: recreation#series: how to date a spartan without even trying#aislynn's fic#aislynn's fics#ageless aislynn
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Hey have been asking enterprise writers these questions from the fanfic asks going around, feel free to answer or not! (I just like hearing how people write). 🖖
What’s your favourite line you’ve written in a fic?
What is your ideal writing set up?
What is your favourite fic you’ve written and why?
Any advice for writers working through writers block or burnout?
oooo first ask!!! this is so exciting hehehe
what is your favourite line you've written in a fic?
that is a very good question. i think probably this one:
“Captain Reed was sombre, never speaking more than he needed to, and he carried himself with a martial erectness that made his eyes alert and watchful, as if he was concerned that one of the women in their satins and leg-of-mutton sleeves would suddenly draw a bayonet on him; his collar was crisp and unwieldy on his neck and the pin on his cravat was simple, just a tear-drop pearl.”
from “Danse Macabre” or this one:
“Garak doesn’t answer, instead watching the slow march of the stars like arachnids across the windowpane.”
from “Cobwebs on the Windowpane,” but it’s really hard to choose!! i have a few others i constantly re-use lol, which i guess are kind of my favourites in a different way? for example, i say “clavicle” an ungodly amount, lol.
what is your ideal writing setup?
i’m pretty low-maintenance when it comes to my writing setup. usually i like to write sitting in my bed (because it’s warm and comfy). i always prefer to have a big glass of water with me and a snack nearby so i don’t have to get up while i’m in the zone lol. i tend to slouch real bad over my laptop oops
i use word on my laptop almost exclusively (times new roman, 12pt font, 8pt spacing between indented paragraphs. i am begging ao3 to let us indent our paragraphs PLEASE). i barely ever write on my phone except to record small notes for ideas that come to me during the day.
what is your favourite fic you've written and why?
this is really tough because i go through phases with almost all of my stories where i intermittently think they’re the best thing i’ve ever written and then i hate them. i think right now i love rereading “Sing Me Lullabies in Form of Your Catcalls” probably the most out of any of my stories. i'm really like “Daydreams (Are a Mild Form of Dissociation)” because it’s the longest thing i’ve written in years and i’m really proud of myself for sticking with it even when i felt like giving up. i think “Danse Macabre” is also up there for me because it’s so out of my comfort zone but i don’t think it can be at the top yet because i’ve only written one chapter of the story, haha. and of course i loved collaborating with @glitter-and-metal on “You and Me”! it was really neat seeing how other people work :)
any advice for writers working through writer's block or burnout?
when i’m having a period of writer’s block, i tend to try to do other things that don’t involve writing. i go out with friends, focus on schoolwork, and try to enjoy myself. sometimes, in the process of living my life, ideas will come to me and i’m inspired to write them down! also i find taking a long ass shower and just thinking helps. watching the show i’m writing for inspires me when i’m stuck on stuff like dialogue or characterization. but sometimes, all i can do is sit down and pound something out, sod how good it is. that works best i find when i’m really in a funk, because at least then when i come back to it, i’ll have something to work off of.
thanks so much for asking me!! it’s really nice of you <33 i hope i answered your questions well enough and i wasn’t too verbose lmfao
#star trek enterprise#star trek: enterprise#enterprise#writing#fanfic#star trek#writers on tumblr#ao3 writer
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
I was tagged by the lovely @umber-cinders, TY
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
None. I just made an A03 a few weeks ago and it will take a long time for my brain to figure out how to put my stuff on there LOL. On Tumblr, jeez, let me see. I have 35? So far. I counted my two series as 2.
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
Oh lordt, let me see. On Tumblr, I have...roughly 168,964 words across all my fics. YIKES. And I can't even write in my books LOL
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Marvel, They Cloned Tyrone, Snowfall, and Scream.
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Sprung - Tyrone
Stay With Me - Tyrone
Sunday - Tyrone
Run it Back - Tyrone
Pray For Me - Franklin
Gonna link my masterlist because why not: Megamind's Secret Files
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes! I love getting comments. I want people to know I appreciate them taking the time to read and comment. I love discussing my writing.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Probably Through the Fire. It was such a sad ending! It had to be done! Someone said "What kind of sane person would write an ending so sad???" Literally made my day as a writer.
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Most of them got happy endings LOL. But the one that ended the sweetest, hm, probably...Sunday?
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Nope. I be in my own little corner of the innanet and all my comments and reblogs have been positive! It might change with my Kang fic and I'm okay with that. Block button is my bestie.
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
YES! A thousand times yes. So far, they've all been one shot smut fics that resolves itself. I have some pt 2's coming, but I'm so behind on Tyrone asks. I'm sorry!!!! I will get to them, promise.
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
Never did a crossover. My fandoms are all over the place and the only one to use for crossovers is Marvel and I'm not that confident yet. I don't hate on folks who do, but not the type of fics I be reading.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I know of and I hope it never does. That's so heartless and unnecessary. Everyone can write. You don't need to steal.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nope. That would be a huge compliment though!
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nah. But I'm constantly flinging my fic ideas at friends and they share with me. I love it.
14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?
I'm so not a person that ships, it's terrible. Canon relationships bore me to tears or I know that the writers are gonna do some fuck shit to break them up, so why bother? However, I'm obsessed with Attoye and Janine and Gregory from Abbott Elementary.
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Believe it or not, I write fics in the moment and release them in the wild before I have a chance to go back and change everything. I only plot my series. And I plan to finish both series! I've been trying to think of what other series I can do.
16. What are your writing strengths?
I think I write dialogue pretty well. I'm able to write things in character and pay attention to their characteristics.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Do we have all day? LOL. Nah, I think scene descriptions are still my biggest weakness. I always put them in a white room and it's hard picturing it well enough to write it down. I'm trying to work on it!
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I haven't done it. Only because Google translate only takes you so far and it doesn't take nuance into account. And I appreciate when there's translations after the fic. It's hard to copy on mobile and put it into Translate to figure out what was said.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
I just started fic writing this year. LOL. I used to say I missed a crucial part of writing culture as a teen. But it was a Marvel Loki fic.
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I can't choose between my babies! But it would probably be my Loki series. One of the chapters I finished, I was like??? Okay, you fuckin' ate that. I felt so proud of myself as a writer, that self-satisfaction is what I'm writing for.
No pressure tags: @soft-persephone @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @mybonafidefeelings @notapradagurl7 @sweet-potatah-pie @saturn-rings-writes @c-nstantine
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💕, 🥳, 💡, 🔮
💕 What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?
Of the fics I consider Finished, I'm shouting out Making the Most of It. REALLY happy with how that came out :)
🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?
I think I was in 3rd grade, maybe 2nd- I typed "Digimon Stories" into Google and was delighted to find stories about my favorite show. I was so little I didn't totally understand how to navigate websites, and thought you just got 20 random stories every day, so you can imagine my :D when I discovered the "next" button and how to use the search feature lol. I don't remember my first fic exactly, but I wrote it after the movie came out and it was some insane Digimon crack fic lol.
I just really wanted to make up my own stories about my favorite stories, and I've always had an affection for plucky guys I felt got done wrong by fandom and wanted to do better to make people understand why I loved them so much- I wrote fanfic about Davis from Digimon and Boromir from LOTR. The only fic I left up on FFnet was an HP fic that I might port over to AO3 and revise, and maybe finish or at least add authors notes of my outline, because I do mostly like what I had, but for Obvious Reasons have not been super motivated to write for that fandom in recent years lol.
💡How many WIPs do you currently have?
Oooh okay, a lot of things in the hopper, let me categorize:
Actively Working On
Truly unhinged Hawnk fic for kinktober kfkfkfk
The Courage To Be
Star Wars fic 'Resolute'
Actively Pondering/Nibbling On
CharHawk Fake Dating
HouliHawk role play fail
Two age play fics that are similar in tone, one CharHawk and one Hawkahy- not sure if either will get finished, but don't think I'll write both, so pondering options
Hawkeye "turns into a cat" gen fic
Hawkeye Goes To California and BJ Goes To Maine at the same time without telling the other and swap lives for about two weeks.
Two post-war fics, one that is a sequel to Making the Most of It and one that's more focused on Daniel and Hawkeye's relationship, although BJ and Trapper are both there. Pretty distinct, but with enough overlap I need to pick one to prioritize to make sure I don't write too similar of scenes between them.
Soft Hibernation
The next part of my Rescue Bots fic- I know what the next bit will be, touched the doc last month, but not actively working on it
Under the Banner of Heaven case fic/undercover in a gay bar fic. Haven't worked on this in a few months, but I still really like the idea
Hibernation
X-Men Band AU. Been over a year since I worked on it, although I have a pretty good outline for a lot of what needs writing
1920s X Men AU. Soft abandoned, I remember some of my ideas for this but don't think I'll write it.
Succession KenStewy fic. I have some scenes and an outline, but it's hard to get in these assholes (affectionate) POV...
Captain America Clone Fic I haven't touched in almost a decade now god help me. Functionally abandoned but I still think on it occasionally kgkdjdkd.
🔮 Any advice for writers working through burnout or writer’s block?
Keep pondering, keep nibbling, and don't be afraid to shelve an idea and come back to it later. Fanfic is supposed to be for fun after all lfkdjjd
I have found it helpful to make the world's worst outline to act as a kind of checklist document and help connect scenes of I get stuck at one point and need to skip ahead a little.
I also like to try and focus on an emotional vibe to carry the fic, which helps get in the characters head so I can get in that trance state where the little guys are Doing Things and I just have to write it down kfjdjf. Sometimes I have an idea I like but it takes some pondering to find an emotional angle to connect with the character that makes sense as to why they are Doing The Plot, so nailing that angle before I commit to writing helps...
If I start getting bogged down in research I do the "five link" rule, where I only let myself read five things about the topic, try and cobble together enough of an explanation to pass a sniff test, then move on kgkrkrkdj
Also with skipping, the Sticking Point comes when I get too far ahead and then lose motivation for the part I was writing. Trying desperately to avoid this with my two multi-parters rn jdkdjd. Only letting myself write one or two scenes ahead helps a little...
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pancakes for dinner ; park sunghoon
pairing: classmate!sunghoon x gn!reader genre: fluff, semi slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers warnings: intended lowercase, best friend sunsun and loser hoon agenda, a teeny bit of profanity from reader n a lot from sunghoon LOL, two v short mentions of food word count: 4.5k a/n: HAPPY VERY BELATED HOON DAY AND MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! part 4/7 of my song drabble series !! this one took me a lot longer to write than i'd like to admit ... regardless of my struggle picking a song and then getting out of writers block multiple times, i really like this one and i hope yall do too !! also go listen to lizzy mcalpine her music is seriously so good :>
sunghoon had never been the best with words, and you knew that all too well. after meeting him for the first time, you entirely believed that he could've been a mute until you saw him talking to his friend - and your fellow classmate, sunoo. most people tended to be taken aback by sunghoon’s timidness, but you honestly saw it as a challenge.
something about park sunghoon intrigued you.
maybe it was how he stuttered and stumbled over his words for the first few meetings you two had, but you wanted nothing more than to make him crack. and sunghoon didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he fell for you at first glance. you made him even more nervous than he usually is in front of people.
once you and sunghoon got seated next to each other in class, you took it as your chance to put your ideas into action. you wanted to break sunghoon out of whatever shell he was in, and after a couple of weeks, you can safely say it was working. even sunoo was shocked to see the side his friend was letting out when he was around you.
you made sunghoon laugh and smile more than anyone had ever seen. watching his fang-like teeth poke out from between his lips when you made him laugh extra hard filled your chest with pride. his reputation of being someone cold and shut out was shedding more and more with each passing day. despite how the both of you were always seen as class pets, you started getting reprimanded by your professors for talking too much during lectures.
even though you and sunghoon got super close as friends in class, you didn't spend time with him much outside of it, much to sunghoon's dismay. his feelings for you started to grow exponentially, as did yours for him, but he couldn't seem to gather the confidence to actually ask you about making plans.
"sunghoon hyung, you're never gonna advance with y/n if you never try to say anything, you know.. what if they actually like you back?"
sunghoon groans at sunoo's comment, a loud thump sounding in his bedroom as his head lands against his desk. he knows that sunoo's right, but it doesn't make anything feel any easier. that 'what if' when it comes to you is exactly what's holding him back. if being friends with you is the closest sunghoon will ever be to you, he'd take it in a heartbeat.
"i know, i know... but maybe they just want to be friends. i don't want y/n to pursue me because they see me as some charity case.."
hearing a quiet scoff come from sunoo, sunghoon sits up to look at him, finding a pair of sympathetic yet intense eyes gazing at him.
"hyung, i'm not 100% sure what to say outside of this: i wish you could see them from an outsider's perspective. i don't think they took a random initiative to talk to you because they see you as some pathetic guy like you seem to think."
the response catches sunghoon off guard, and he looks at sunoo with a quizzical expression. the younger boy just sighs softly and shakes his head, standing up from his seat on sunghoon's bed. gently patting sunghoon's shoulder, sunoo begins to make his way over to the door.
"this may sound cliché and cringy, but i think you should try writing how you feel down... maybe that way, if you ever get the balls to confess to y/n, you won't trip over your words and turn into an actual charity case."
before sunghoon could even get out a syllable of a response, sunoo was out the door, and he was left alone to fester in his own thoughts. a deep sigh leaves his lips, and he has to stop himself from slamming his head against his desk again. looking to his right, he sees an empty notebook he had purchased for a class that he never ended up using.
you should try writing how you feel down…
the suggestion rings throughout sunghoon’s head, and he reaches for the book without a second thought, opening the cover as he feels his nerves flood with anxiety. picking up a pen, every single thought sunghoon has seemingly ever had about you completely flees from his mind. he stares at the empty page as if a love letter would just materialize out of nowhere and write itself. he sighs for what feels like the millionth time, his pen hovering over the paper.
"...how the fuck am i supposed to do this...?"
fighting the urge to text sunoo for advice, sunghoon starts to write the first things that pop into his head:
y/n, here's hoping you never have to read this, because i have no clue what i'm doing.. you make me crazy in the most amazing way i don't know how to describe. honestly, i never thought that you would come up and talk to me in class, but seeing you approach me for the first time made me so excited for the future. i'm so unbelievably glad you started talking to me. even though we officially met not that long ago, i feel like i can be my true self with you. i'm not scared of being mocked or judged like i am around virtually everyone else, and it just feels right. you make me feel right. just by being in class with you, everything makes sense. you barely have to move a finger to make me the happiest guy in the world, and i'm hoping that one day i'll get the opportunity to return that happiness to you. i swear your smile shines brighter than the north star, and i want to witness it for as long as i have the chance to. stay just as you are, y/n. your personality is by far the most beautiful and captivating thing about you, and it's what made me fall so hard. - park sunghoon
setting down his pen, sunghoon stares at the page he just filled, not even rereading what he wrote down. he instantly picks up his phone and sends a photo of his writing to sunoo, closing the notebook's cover so he can't look at the letter long enough to regret his decisions. he watches his message to his friend go from delivered to read, and the hesitation in sunoo's response starts to fill sunghoon with dread.
a minute or so later, sunghoon hears his phone ping, and he instantly picks it up to read sunoo's response:
"hyung, you are so down bad..."
with a loud groan. sunghoon's head drops down against his desk again, his phone falling into his lap as his arms dangle helplessly at his sides. not even bothering to actually respond to sunoo's text, sunghoon sarcastically mutters a comeback, getting up from his seat and leaving his notebook abandoned at his desk.
"you say that as if this wasn't your suggestion anyways, you dick.."
sunghoon feels ashamed to walk onto campus the next day, paranoid that you would somehow manage to find out about his impromptu love letter. his rational brain knows that sunoo is the only person who knows—and you and sunoo have barely spared a conversation with each other—but school being school, he knows how easy it is for word to spread about anything. walking into the lecture hall, a quiet sigh of relief leaves his lips when he sees that you haven't arrived yet. he makes his way over to sunoo, rolling his eyes as the younger boy playfully nudges him with his elbow.
"soooo loverboy, when are you planning to confess to them?~"
sunghoon scoffs and makes his way over to his seat, muttering a nearly inaudible "fuck off..." sunoo just chuckles at his friend’s response, setting his book bag on the floor as he sits next to sunghoon. he gently pats the older’s shoulder, noticing how he’s trying to look everywhere besides the door to the classroom.
“look, i can tell you’re worried about y/n finding out. i will swear to you now that i won’t say a single word if you don’t want me to. i would never be the type of person to snitch, anyways; you of all people should know that.”
sunghoon’s shoulders slump as he nods in understanding. a stressed sigh wracks his chest and he threads his fingers through his hair, trying to keep his composure. as if on cue, his posture shoots up pin-straight as he hears your voice approaching the room. sunoo fights back another laugh, smiling knowingly as you make your way through the door.
sunghoon tries to ignore the butterflies in his stomach when you give him that bright smile that he fell in love with so quickly. whispering a soft "i'll take that as my cue to leave..", sunoo gets up from his spot and moves to another seat in the lecture hall, and sunghoon thanks whatever higher power may exist as you take the empty seat beside him without a second thought.
"hey hoon! since it's still pretty nice out, would you wanna go to a café and get some coffee after class? we could maybe study together, and even though it may still be school-related, i wanna see you outside of this setting for once.."
you motion to your surroundings with one hand and a pout on your lips. the endearing nickname you suddenly gave to sunghoon leaves him a little love struck to the point where he almost misses your question. he prays you don't notice the red flush to his cheeks or how his gaze instantly dropped to your lips as he responds—which you absolutely did and made sure to take note of—and he nods as he tries to collect himself to answer.
“oh-uh, yeah, totally! what classes do you need to study for?”
sunghoon instantly running with the study idea left somewhat of a sour taste in both of your mouths, and you have to hide the frown that fights its way to your lips as you ramble off some random class that you know you don’t genuinely need to study for. nodding nervously, he makes eye contact with sunoo behind you—who grins, giving sunghoon a thumbs up—and starts to turn his attention to the front of the room as he sees the professor walk in.
despite the awkward tension between the two of you, your lecture passes by uneventfully. you keep trying to steal glances at sunghoon, and he must have been attempting the same thing, because your gazes met on more than one occasion. you hide a smile as you watch his ears get progressively more pink everytime your eyes meet. you stand up simultaneously as your professor dismisses you, and as you look up at sunghoon, you swear a knife could cut through the nerves you could hear thick in his voice.
"so uh, y/n... i'll meet you at the café, right?"
you look at him confused, and you watch sunghoon's face blush bright red at your reaction. without even thinking, you reach to grab his hand, and both of you feel electricity shoot up through your arms at the point of contact. sunghoon catches himself staring at the way your hands fit together, and his mind runs with want to never let go of your hand. he noticed how perfectly your hand felt in his and fought the urge to intertwine your fingers, wondering if you were feeling the same things he was.
"what you mean 'meet me,' hoon? why don't we just go together right now?"
he wordlessly nods, and you two make your way out of the lecture hall, neither of you letting go of each others hands. sunoo watches in shock, and not long after leaving the room, sunghoon's phone buzzes. he checks it with his free hand, flushing an even darker red when he sees a text from his friend reading: "im sorry .. WHAT DID I JUST WITNESS?!"
by the time you both walk into the café, you were no longer holding hands after sunghoon had gotten embarrassed by sunoo’s text. after choosing a table and setting down your bags, you move to head up to the counter but are stopped as sunghoon puts his hand on your shoulder.
“what do you want to drink? it’s on me.”
you look up to see sunghoon smiling at you, his cheeks dusted with a light shade of pink, and you’re awestruck to see the shy and timid boy you met just weeks ago slowly disappearing in front of you. he seems to notice you spacing out and says your name to get your attention again, snapping you out of your daze.
“o-oh, shit, sorry.. can you get me an iced oat latte? thank you so much, hoon.”
his smile just grows as he nods, motioning for you to sit down as he heads up to the counter to order for the both of you. you watch him in shock, trying to figure out what happened to the nervous sunghoon that practically tripped over his own words just an hour ago when you brought up the idea of coming to the café in the first place. after a few minutes, you watch sunghoon walk back over to the table with both of your drinks and some pastries, and you start to blush as he sets them down onto the table.
"i also got us some things to snack on in case you get hungry!"
you look at him and smile gratefully as he sits down, shyly mumbling a thank you as you take your drink from his hand. starting to get supplies out of his bag, sunghoon looks up at you confused when he notices you not move to do the same.
"y/n, weren't we gonna study? did you not bring anything?"
sunghoon looks at you shocked when your mood suddenly changes, sighing as you look at him with a scowl and a slight glare. setting down your drink, your frown drops and you look at him, seemingly annoyed out of nowhere, at least in sunghoon's opinion.
"park sunghoon, are you being serious right now?"
sunghoon just blinks at your question, growing more confused by the second at your sudden mood switch.
"d-did i say something wrong? what happened?"
you sigh again at his cluelessness, slightly rolling your eyes. looking at sunghoon dead in the eyes, you bluntly tell him of your intentions.
"i didn't actually mean to turn this into a study date, sunghoon. i just used that as an excuse so that i could spend time with you outside of class.. i only ever see you under those god awful flourescent lights in that stupid lecture hall, and it was actually starting to drive me insane."
sunghoon gasps softly as he hears the word date leave your lips, his mouth gaped like a fish out of water. you maintain eye contact with him while holding the same, slightly frustrated expression, and sunghoon blushes darker than you've ever seen before. you can practically hear the gears turning in his mind as he tries to take in what you said and come up with a response.
"a.. a date..?"
you can't help but laugh at his question, resting your head on the palms of your hands as you look at him.
"you really are clueless, aren't you hoon?"
successful in flustering sunghoon with your response, he breaks eye contact with you and drops his gaze to the table, awkwardly coughing and scratching the back of his neck.
"i... i was so excited at the prospect of hanging out with you in the first place that i didn't even realize you didn't actually want to study together, to be honest.."
you mimic his previous shocked expression at his sudden confession, and now it's sunghoon's turn to chuckle. he catches your attention by suddenly outstretching his hand to you across the table, and you look at him confused.
"give me your phone, i want another chance to redo this 'date' and give you the experience you actually deserve."
you blush at his statement and nod, pulling your phone out of your pocket and passing it to him. sunghoon sets his own phone down on the table and motions for you to take it, so you do, putting your number into his phone. he smiles and passes back your phone before getting up from the table, grabbing his coffee and his bag.
"text me when you get to your dorm, yeah? we can replan a better date before class tomorrow."
failing to come up with a verbal response, you nod, and sunghoon grins as he bids you goodbye, turning to make his way out of the café. you continue to sit there for a few moments, processing everything that just took place between the multitude of attitude changes and confessions from both you and sunghoon.
you open your phone to see sunghoon's contact staring back at you, and you smile widely when you see he inputted his display name as "hoon" with a penguin and heart emoji next to it. stuffing your phone into your pocket, you decide to start collecting your belongings to head back to your dorm. right as you go to head out of the café, you notice that sunghoon left the notebook he brought with him sitting on the table. you pick it up and start making your way back to your dorm room, making the mental note to text him about it and return it during tomorrow's lecture.
you had noticed that the cover of the notebook had slightly opened as you grabbed it off of the table, and seeing sunghoon's name printed on the bottom of the first page caught your attention. it looked like a sign-off to some sort of note or letter, and your curiosity got the best of you as you open the notebook's cover to read what it said in full.
y/n, here's hoping you never have to read this, because i have no clue what i'm doing..
after reading that first sentence, you had to force yourself to wait until you got back to your dorm to read the rest of it. you instantly head to your bedroom once you return, and you rushedly pull out sunghoon's notebook again, your curiousity only growing as you were desperate to find out what sunghoon had written to—or about—you in this case. opening the cover to the notebook again, you sit down on your bed and start to read.
i feel like i can be my true self with you. i'm not scared of being mocked or judged like i am around virtually everyone else, and it just feels right. you make me feel right.
you start to smile at his wording, feeling various emotions flood in your chest. holding back your tears, you gasp at the next few lines he wrote.
just by being in class with you, everything makes sense. you barely have to move a finger to make me the happiest guy in the world, and i’m hoping that one day i’ll get the opportunity to return that happiness to you. i swear your smile shines brighter than the north star, and i want to witness it for as long as i have the chance to.
you feel your cheeks heat up as you blush deeply, and the last sentence causes you to tear up, suddenly getting emotional.
your personality is by far the most beautiful and captivating thing about you, and it’s what made me fall so hard. - park sunghoon
gently tossing his notebook in front of you after closing the cover again, you fail to fight back the tears as you begin to comprehend everything you've just read. grabbing your phone, you shoot sunghoon a brief text regarding his notebook, refusing to mention its contents as you wipe the tears covering your cheeks.
“oh shit…”
hanging out with sunghoon again, sunoo's head whips to look at him at his sudden exclamation. sunghoon's face fills with dread and nervousness as he responds to your text, and sunoo looks at him confused.
"what's wrong, hyung? did something happen?"
"y/n has my notebook."
sunoo's eyebrows furrow in confusion, not understanding where the issue lies as sunghoon cards his fingers through his hair, a stressed sigh leaving his lips.
"sun.. y/n has the notebook."
as soon as sunoo makes the connection as to what sunghoon was referring to, his eyes widen, covering his mouth with his hand as if to muffle his response—to no avail.
"OH MY GOD."
sunghoon groans, his head falling back against his pillow as he covers his face with his hands. worried about how he's handling it, sunoo moves to sit on the end of sunghoon's bed, gently resting his hand on the older's leg.
"god, what if they read it..? what if they hate me now? i'm gonna have no chance now.. fuck, man, i'm seriously screwed."
"woah, woah, woah.. pause. you're running to conclusions way too fast, dude."
sunghoon lifts his head up, looking at sunoo with an expression that exudes 'are you joking right now'. sunoo rolls his eyes, nudging sunghoon's legs to the side so he can fully sit on top of the bed. looking at sunghoon with that same intense and sympathetic look from the day before, he starts to speak.
"this is exactly what i meant when i said i wish you could see y/n from a third person point of view. they way they practically beam at you? they don't do that for anyone else i've ever seen. they even basically gave you a pet name. people don't just do that for someone unless they're genuinely interested in them. if anything, you've definitely still got a shot, if not a better shot now, at actually being with them."
sunghoon just blankly stares at sunoo for a moment, not sure sunoo's telling him the truth or just saying this to make him feel better. slowly, he nods, praying that the younger boy is onto something. he sighs quietly as he sits up, running his fingers through his hair again.
"let's hope you're right.. if i just royally fucked up, i'm done for.."
it's safe to say that when you and sunghoon saw each other in class the next day, you both were extremely tense, your reasonings being on the opposite sides of the same spectrum. sunghoon was stiff as a board as you handed him his notebook back, still petrified at the mental image of you reading the equivalent of his whole heart on a sheet of paper. you, on the other hand, were still processing the answers that said paper gave to you. his mannerisms and reactions when it came to you finally made sense.
the awkward "thanks.." sunghoon muttered out left you both cringing internally, hating the sudden atmosphere change between you. there was still some time before the lecture actually started, so the two of you decided to try and talk things out and settle the tenseness. sitting down, you and sunghoon turn your chairs to face each other, and you fight the urge to reach out and touch him.
"so.. the notebook..."
sunghoon was shocked to hear you mention it first, his worst fears beginning to manifest themselves inside his head. it feels like his heart leaps into his throat, and he looks at you with wide eyes.
"look, hoon, i read what you wrote."
oh no.
even though you called him by the nickname you gave him, the one that normally makes his heart race and his face flush, he can feel the beginnings of his heart starting to shatter. he dropped his gaze to his lap, holding back his emotions from rushing to the surface. you can sense sunghoon's distress, and you decide to gently rest your hand on top of his knee. you frown slightly when he flinches, looking up at you with glassy eyes. you slightly panic seeing his current state, gently squeezing his knee.
"wait, oh my god, sunghoon, hold on. please listen to me. i read what you wrote, and i can't even start to describe how happy it made me."
sunghoon isn’t fully sure how to respond. he was constantly dreading, waiting for the “i know about it” statement to stumble its way from your lips. however, the positive acknowledgement of his unintentional confession was the last thing he ever could have expected. looking caught like a deer in headlights, sunghoon responded with the only word his mouth seemed to remember how to say.
“what?”
you sigh softly and reach for one of his hands, which he’s fiddling with in his lap. as you intertwine your fingers, you can feel your heart practically beat out of your chest, but you try your hardest to ignore your emotions for just a moment. his eyes manage to widen even further until you gently squeeze his hand, letting him relax a bit.
"i know you didn't want me to see it, and i'm sorry i did. but please, don't be embarrassed or upset at yourself, okay?"
sunghoon was still seemingly confused at what you were trying to get at. he was so set on the idea that you were going to reject him to even possibly consider you reciprocating his feelings.
"what.. what do you mean?"
sunghoon watches you smile softly and starts to feel his worry start to completely fade away. there's something to your expression that looks different to how he's ever seen you. he notices an underlying look of love in your eyes, and sunghoon can feel the beginnings of his heart racing.
"i've liked you for a while, sunghoon. genuinely. i had wanted to talk to you for a while before i finally decided to do it, and god—i'm so glad i did. you're so incredibly kind, and just being in this class with you has given me a reason to look forward to tomorrows.
the way you're looking deep into sunghoon's eyes lets him confirm that you're telling him the truth, and the smile on your face begins to grow as you watch him start to smile back. sunghoon squeezes your hand lightly, and you have to hold yourself back from pulling him out of his chair and into a tight hug. with his thoughts starting to clear, sunghoon finaly gets to ask you the question that's been replaying in his head for the past few days.
"so, how about we redo that café date after class today? i'll get you your iced oat latte again, and we won't have to do any 'studying' this time."
sunghoon smiles as you nod, and your attention turns to the front of the room as the professor walks in. you both decide to keep holding hands under the table, and you respond in a hushed whisper right before the lecture begins.
"i'd love that, hoon~"
#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fluff#enhypen soft hours#enhypen scenarios#sunghoon drabbles#sunghoon fluff#sunghoon soft hours#sunghoon scenarios#SoundCloud
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17 for the fic writer meme?
17. talk about your writing and editing process
Alright so I am kind of embarrassed about this tbh.
It's not like a big deal or anything, y'know, it's just like. For writing, I tend to just get really lost in the sauce of whatever idea I have in that moment. This might result in large chunks of scenes for stuff that doesn't exist yet, or just some vague notes of things I would like to happen if I wrote a thing, sometimes entire timelines for aus and whatnot you know. If I'm feeling delirious about it I might just draw instead and that's not writing but you know, these things happen.
If it's an existing work, I usually have like, a list of things in my head I want to happen by the end of a chapter, but I will let it meander as much as it needs to before I get to the end, because instead of killing my darlings, i largely let them roam free haha
since don't tend to write in a particularly linear way, either, my chapter files are a fucking mess hahaha They're all out of order, I'll have chapters halfway done months or even a year before I can post them, and not be done with anything in between.
Individually, it'll often be like: finished section, few lines of a pesterlog, supposedly finished section, something I still need to write, partially finished section, complete pesterlog, something I still need to write, finished section, probably hopeful ending (but who knows!! not me!!)
if I feel like I'm having a hard time focusing on what the characters are doing in the scene, that is when I'll straight up start doing just dialogue in large sections (i really love writing dialogue, even if I do it goofy style), and then add in the movements and background of the scene later. I like a good flow to a conversation, even if it's like, awkward and stilted, so if I have too much blocking of characters going on while also actively trying to construct a conversation, my brain goes "actually no fuck that toss the body language for now, let the fools talk" which usually works in my favor c:
My editing process is a nightmare. Since I write on my phone, I will just continue to do that until I reach the end of the draft, and then I will be like, okay I am done with the draft. Time to load up googly docs and Sprinto the robot and completely retype the whole thing on my laptop, for however long that takes me. Hours, if needed. This is usually where my typos show up lol I'm a fast typer but I don't look at my keys and you know, stuff happens. This also usually ends up being the phase where I accidentally add 1-2k extra words; going over it sometimes helps me realize there are things that need clarifying, or I'll feel like "this moment could have gone on longer" and I'll add way too much to a pesterlog, you know how it is.
And I know, okay, that editing is supposed to cut things, and I know that my chapters are already too long but!!! it's for fun!! it's fine!!! I'm fine!!! I do not have a beta, due to my crippling shyness, despite how much I will ramble, if you poke me even a little. It really is just "batter up, hope this reads" and off it goes hahaha
I'm so sorry I hope this says anything I don't expect anyone to read that.
#this feels more like a confessional meat lol#i also don't colorize my pesterlogs until later so if there's a TT vs TT or a TG vs TG#i will just rely on my knowledge of my own character voices to parse that when I move it onto my laptop i do not know what's wrong with me#but i cannot stop please help (do not help)#writer ask meme#i'm so sorry
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tag game, writing questions
Thank you @lexiklecksi for the tag! Their post :)
These writing questions were fun to answer!
What is your absolute all-time favourite ideas you’ve ever had?
Probably the concept of Acrylic Body? It's an issue because I love the idea but I'm having trouble executing it, so I think that's how I know it's a good idea lol.
Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you, and you still think about sometimes?
Probably not exactly what this question was looking for, but! A few times I've mentioned to people that I'm a writer, and they'll say something like, "Oh, what have you written? Can I read some of your work?" and I have to say no because I've never actually finished anything! I don't have something I can hand over and be like "Oh, here's a short story I wrote," or "Here's a book I'm trying to get published!" This is one of my greatest motivators, and why I think about it often. I want to finish a project so I can have something to show for being a so-called writer.
What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?
I love the feeling that comes with being inspired. I love when I'm in the zone where I'm just writing restlessly, my fingers can barely keep up with my thoughts, and I'm feeling like the story is playing out in front of me. I could definitely do without perfectionism and writer's block, though.
What is your greatest motivation to write/create?
Kind of like what I said in the second question - having something to represent my hard work. Less shallow, however, I do just love writing. I always have. I love coming up with things, re-reading parts that I'm proud of and knowing I made that. I can't say feedback from other people isn't also a huge motivator, though. If I hadn't had a reputation as writing being my "thing" growing up, I'm honestly not sure if I would've stuck with it.
What is the best piece of advice you’ve ever read or been given as a writer?
I love this quote from Jodi Picoult: "You might not write well every day, but you can always edit a bad page. You can't edit a blank page." It really helps me focus less on my work being perfect and more just having some sort of base to start with, even if it sucks.
What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?
When I first started writing in elementary school, I was very much innocent and starry-eyed and thought I was the most amazing writer, even when I was writing silly little Warriors fanfics. I wish I'd known to hold onto that optimistic and confident attitude a little tighter.
What is your favourite story you’ve written to completion? Link it if you’d like and can!
Still haven't written anything to completion, buuut I am very much planning to reach that goal with Choking on Sea Salt!
What is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?
Probably that same quote by Jodi Picoult! It's one of the only ones that has really stuck with me. Plus, just anything by Mary Oliver always stays with me.
Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so, and how do you personally feel about their ideals?
In terms of protagonists, I think Sadie's unending curiosity and hunger for knowledge can (and will 🤭) lead to some questionable ways of getting information. In terms of all characters, though, the main antagonist of Choking on Sea Salt (who will be revealed in chapter 2) is definitely unhinged and not in a fun way. Let's say there's a reason he's being haunted by malevolent forces.
If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?
I hope she would think I'm cool! She might be a little disappointed I haven't written a book yet or been published or become a world famous author (11 year old me was very ambitious), but I think she'd like what I'm working on. She'd probably be very confused that I'm a reporter of all writing-related careers, though. I'm confused about that too, though, to be honest lol.
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I'm here for the ask gamee!! I wanna make sure how alike we are haha sooo 4, 19, 23, 29, and 39...Is that too many? It's way too many lol, feel free to choose between them
Lin!!! Omg you're an angel, thank you for giving me the opportunity to be so self indulgent! And I want to hear all of your responses to these questions in turn 😏
4. What’s a word that makes you go absolutely feral?
Omg wow I found this so hard arrrrgh! I think I find this one hard because there's not a word in particular that I love, but I absolutely WILL go feral over a writer's word choice, especially when it's anything surprising or interesting or creative that just makes me think oh wow, what a great word! I do actually have a list of "good words" on my notes app though lol, so here is a selection of some of those: tranquil, raw, permeate, hollow, scorched, lethargy, deft (there were many others lol what a strange list 😅)
19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?
I only started properly writing at the beginning of 2022, but I really have been writing here and there all my life. I was a total bookworm as a kid, and was always writing stories. The first job I ever wanted was to be an author 😁 I have loads of old notebooks from my teenage years filled with snippets of prose and poems, but I never really finished anything or wrote anything cohesive. I feel like discovering the Internet was a major road block because it ruined my attention span and I barely read a book for years! Honestly, fanfiction was the intense hyperfixation I needed to get myself into gear - I've never had such a strong urge to create before!
23. Describe the physical environment in which you write. Be as detailed as possible. Tell me what’s around you as you work. Paint me a picture.
Ooh I love this - the environment I write in feels super important to me. Okay, so, sometimes, it's at my desk at home during the working day (sssshhhh!), accompanied by the modern day working from home soundtrack: the ping of Teams messages. Other times, it's on the sofa, snuggled under my electric blanket turned up to the max. And when I can make it work, it's in my favourite place of all - my local library. It has a beautiful reading room panelled in old, dark wood, and there's a huge skylight up above. It's a wonderful, peaceful place to work. Maybe not so great for when I'm writing smut 😁
29. Where do you draw your inspiration? What do you do when the inspiration well runs dry?
When I first started writing, I honestly felt like inspiration just threw itself at me from the void, lol. Nowadays, it's harder. Honestly, I think a lot of my inspiration comes via logical thinking, just trying to figure out what a certain character might do or say in a given situation and letting that guide me. Ooh, also, the act of writing in itself is SO important for me inspiration-wise - there is SO much that just comes to me as I'm writing. Like it just seems to appear in my mind. Which is annoying as it means outlining or plotting beforehand doesn't really work for me, I have to have a half idea and then see how it plays out on the page!
39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?
Honestly... Self discipline hahaha. That feels like such a sad thing to admit. But I'm the type of person who likes to see things through to the end. I rarely just WANT to write, but I make the time to and I keep at it. I am actually taking more breaks recently, though, and intend to take a longer break to fully recharge soon :)
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🌈🎀🎈
🌈 = is there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with? Oh, there have definitely been a lot of these over the years, but I think the prize on this one is definitely going to Dance with the Devil. (People who followed it from the beginning would definitely know, but I don't think the struggle comes through in the final story.) It was on hiatus for so long it was inching closer to voting age by the time it was finished last year. Somehow, while writing it waaaaayyyyyy back in 2007, I started off really strong and then just sort of...flailed at the end. For a solid eleven years, I assumed those last two chapters would never come to me. I poked at it on and off, kept battling block after block, even had someone request it as a charity fic twice and failed both times. In the end, during a rewatch of the Transformers Bay-verse movies last year, I suddenly found the drive to go back to it, and with the help of a friend who was visiting pushing me into ALL the word sprints, I bulldozed through the rest. It ended up working out well, too, because I could go back and tweak some things to better match the way my writing had changed in all the years since, and I'm really happy with how it finished out.
🎀 = give yourself a compliment about your own writing Okay first of all, how dare you. *deep breath* UM. I...like how I write emotions? Like, I think I do a good job of making the way a character is feeling bleed out onto the page, even if I lack the ability to write with flowery or poetic language. Also, I hate you. Never ask this again, I'm pretty sure my soul just exited my body trying to type all that. 🎈 = describe your style as a writer; is it fixed? does it change? I'm not actually sure HOW I would describe my style, lol. I rely heavily on emotions and dialogue, and I don't think that's changed in the *mumblemumble* years I've been writing fanfiction. The tropes I write certainly change, but the style I don't think ever has. I care far more about characters and their relationships with each other (not just in a shippy way) than I do about plot. (You will never, ever see me write case fic or a mystery. They bore me to tears to write.) I'm very much a pantser - I start at the beginning, and usually have a specific scene or general plot in mind, but let the story take me where it will to get there. I almost never write scenes out of order, unless I have to skip something particular and go back to it later to get through a block. Actual plotting is hard and I've only done it for a few stories over the years.
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Aaaa I can’t believe there’s only six more chapters!! I’m happy for you about the new job!!
Also 🥰🥰🥰 you continue to have first sentences on a Lock. “They pull closer, and spring washes away in thunderheads and afternoon showers to reveal a sweltering summer.”
Mike basically proposing how he does is So in Character of him tbh. I also like how he didn’t Push too hard about it. (Maybe if they do end up going to the east together, they could elope👀👀👀👀).
I’ve been trying to figure out what Will’s almost,,,wistful half-longing for leaving reminds me of, and I finally figure out. I could deffo be way off base, but it’s almost like the Elvish desire for the Undying Lands. (And tho Byler are most often compared to samfrodo, I think in this scenario they would be more like Legolas and Gimli, hopefully making sure his love dearest friend gets to go with him.) ofc, again I could be way off, but just what I was thinking.
“They grow and they learn. They speak and they smile and they laugh, and when one says something too out of line, the other lets him know with sharp glares and pointed comments. Will instinctively reaches for two sets of things now no matter what, and Mike always draws close to him, as if he’s not complete without the other by his side.” This whole paragraph !!! They!!!
Cuddles!!!!! Cuddling for safety from nightmares is !!!!!! They’re getting even closer !! I’m so dndjdic. I’m so normal about them, I swear.
I really do adore this story. It’s always a nice pick me up when the day hasn’t been the best, or turns an okay day great. I hope you know how much I appreciate u, as a writer and as a friend.
Anyway I hope you are doing well, and that the project and your upcoming job (!!!) are fun and wonderful.
i knowww!! it's almost over!! i will say all of these upcoming chapters run a little longer though, so there's at least that? i promise i'm doing my best to give them their happy ending :D
(and thanks for the well wishes on the job i am excited but so nervous but i am being so brave about it)
ajlsajlasdj i am once again making a surprised pikachu face and blushing at you pointing out something about my writing. i'm glad you liked that first sentence!! it's been so fun in this fic to describe the seasons passing and what-not. my more popular fics (like to hell and back again, cheer up baby, and what a match) all have really heavy time or place constraints, so this one has been nice to be able to let it flow more naturally and see where it takes me. it's become very near and dear to my heart, so i'm especially grateful for people like you for keeping up with it!!
yeah Mike basically proposing 👀 hrrrhmhmmmm 👀
Vee,,,i am about to reveal something about myself, and i hope you can forgive me: i honestly don't know a whole lot about lord of the rings (which is really weird considering i read the first book when i was in middle school, but i digress). i trust your judgment on this though, and i am doing some furious googling just so i can learn more about it!!
i'm glad you liked that paragraph about them growing together T_T that's been one of the parts that's been absolutely gnawing at me. like i've wanted to post it ever since i wrote it, so i'm very happy it gets to be out in the world now :D and yes, they are getting closer!! literally if i thought my brain could handle it i would proofread the next chapter and post it tonight, but i am so tired lol. it should be coming out tomorrow though!! i hope so at least, or else i might explode or something
i know i already gushed about this somewhere up there in this block of text^^^ but i truly am glad you enjoy this story so much!! i enjoy all the support i get on fics ofc, but people like you who have been regularly interacting with this one have made me feel extra special. this story means a lot to me, and i'm glad it can mean something to others now or that it can be a reason to make your day a little brighter, and in the end, that's all i can really ask for out of the stuff that i write, and it's something i've learned i really enjoy doing. i used to never share stuff i wrote with other people, but i'm slowly learning that you can never know how it might affect another person, and that sometimes it's better to share and see what happens than keep it close to your chest and never let somebody else partake in what you've made
aND YOU VEE!! i hope YOU know how much i appreciate you as a friend!! you are so sweet and kind, and i always look forward to what you have to say whenever i update anything because you're always so thoughtful and have such good insight. you're such a lovely person and a wonderful light in my life as well as others'. i hope this isn't being too Out There or whatever, but when i hit a point about a month ago where i really thought i was gonna have to put this fic aside because i was so stuck on it and just dealing with my own stuff, your messages about it really helped me keep going T_T it is not a stretch at all to say that i would not be nearing the end of this fic without you, so please know that you do so much even just by the presence you have on this webbed site and in this fandom!!
i would love to say this is the only time today i've typed up a super long reply to something when i maybe should've made it shorter, but nope!! i've been responding to ao3 comments that are just a few sentences with 2-3 paragraphs tonight. guess i'm just in a Mood huh
bUT if you are willing to put up with my drivel, i just want you to know you deserve all the best!! i am wishing you glowing flowers, as well as wonderful things for the new year and your endeavors, whether big or small!! :] 💜💜💜
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