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differentclasss · 6 months

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Domesticity ♡ Jonathan Crane (smut)

pairing: Jonathan Crane (Nolan Verse) x Reader

summary: Jonathan really wants to get you pregnant, it takes a little convincing for you to take it seriously.

warnings: somewhat possessive behavior from Crane, talk of pregnancy, smut, female reader, just the usual stuff! also, it's not really a warning, but its a pretty simple fluff-smut fic. It's kind of out of character lol.

a/n: sorry for not posting very often, i've been doing really important stuff and definitely not just rewatching the Sopranos again... anyways, I'll probably start posting again since I'm out of a creative funk and have like a million drafts in my docs right now. thanks!

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It was soft and gray outside by the time Jonathan got home. The sky was full of clouds and the house was quiet. He put down his briefcase and untied his shoes as he walked into the quiet apartment he shared with you. He could feel this distinct sense of neediness for you he’s become accustomed to when he has a long day. Something was comforting about you, something he couldn’t place his finger on, but you made him happy. It was what most would consider love, but for him, it was all too new for him to name it.

You were laying on your stomach with your elbows perched on the mattress of your soft bed as you read some book Jonathan had recommended to you. You wouldn’t have noticed Jonathan had returned if he hadn’t dragged your attention from the book laid out in front of you by clearing his throat as he walked into your shared bedroom. You looked up at him with that same doting smile you had whenever you saw him and made your way to him. He glanced over at you as he began to take off his tie but your hands quickly replaced his.

“Wait,” You said as you stood in front of him. “Let me do it.”

“Whatever you want.” He replied as if he was doing you a favor.

Truth be told, he liked your desire to do small things for him. There were little things you did that meant you cared about him, despite how cold and cranky he could be occasionally. He would find his glasses cleaned after going to shower or you would get his favorite suits dry cleaned without him even saying anything about it. All those little acts of domesticity he admired in private. He had his acts of fondness as well, he’d stop and pick you up a small treat on his way home and sometimes if he was feeling especially romantic, he would place a vase and flowers out on the kitchen table for you. There were plenty of silent acts of a proper home life that you both devoted time to.

“How was work?” You asked him once you finished taking off his tie and placed it on the dresser.

“It was fine.” He said before giving you a quick kiss on the forehead.

He hated talking about work with you, it was better to keep it vague and short. Anytime you prodded for more detailed responses he would brush it out with a simple, ‘patient confidentiality.’

“I missed you today.” You softly murmured as you wrapped your arms around him and rested your head on his chest.

“Likewise.” He said while slowly caressing your hair.

It was easy for him to just think about you during these moments, with your warmth enrapturing him in a spiderweb of affection. He could put off his alter ego for a night of your intimacy and during these nights, he often thought about how easy it would be just to enjoy you and enjoy the life you could have together. Seeing you so sweet on him made him want to keep you like this forever, something more binding than just living together.

“Thought about you all day.” He softly murmured against your neck as he pulled you over top of him on the bed.

“Yeah?” You asked with a teasing smile. “What in particular?” You asked.

“Thought about you just like this,” He replied, pulling you closer till there was practically no room between you, chest to chest. “You look so pretty.” He added.

You loved his praise, even the simplest of words made you get butterflies like how you did when you first met him. Knowing he was known as cold and bitter to most made it all the more special to hear him speak so fondly of you. You kissed the side of his neck and let out a content sigh as his hands slipped underneath your shirt and fondled your breasts for a moment. You let your neck fall back as he began to kiss the side of your neck and worked his way to your jaw. His teeth sunk suddenly into your jaw which caused you to hiss.

“I was thinking about another thing too,” He added as he pulled away for a moment. “I kept on thinking about how much prettier you’d look with my come in you.” He mumbled the last bit and it made you blush deeply.

“Jon,” You said with a small smile, your hand grazing his cheek. “We’re not married yet, you already wanna knock me up?”

“Don’t be so old-fashioned,” He said as he quickly maneuvered your body to be under his. “It’s just an idea.” He replied as he buried his face into your neck and began to kiss it with a certain amount of passion.

“I’m not against it.” You said quietly as your hands ran down his shoulders. “Just… Are you serious? That’s a big step for us.”

“Of course, I’m being serious.” He says as he pulls from your neck and gazes at you. “I gave myself a hard-on today just thinking about what’d it be like to see you pregnant with my kid.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the declaration. You always had figured he wasn’t one to even think about settling down, that just didn’t seem like him at all, but here he was, talking about having a child with you.

“Never thought I would hear you say something so affectionate.” You giggled and kissed his cheek.

“Can’t help myself.” He murmured as he kissed your lips and then pulled back. “Maybe I just want to marry you and get you pregnant. Have you here taking care of our kid and being a good little mother.”

He kissed you harder than before, clearly getting worked up over the thought of you as a mother. You didn’t mind the thought he had. It made you feel desired beyond just sexual attraction, to want to procreate meant something deeper than moving in with each other or having a pair of his shoes next to yours in the closet.

“Do you want me to dress up in a pin-up dress and wear pearls too?” You asked with a giggle, to which he bit your lip for.

“Don’t tease.” He reprimanded.

Based on his growing erection, he probably did want you to wear the dress and kitten heels, maybe not all the time but just to take it off. Jonathan got needier as he felt you through your clothes. He took your shorts off and discarded them carelessly before rubbing you through your panties. You grunted and pushed your hips to his hands.

“You do want it,” Jonathan mused as he felt your soaked panties. “You just wanna be a housewife with your cunt full of my come, hm?”

“Jonathan,” You mewled. “Just wanna make you happy.”

“You are making me happy,” He said with a small grin as he slipped his hands underneath the seam of your panties and pumped two fingers into you quickly. “It would make me a lot happier to see you nice and pregnant though.”

Jonathan loved how he barely had to touch you to get you into a whimpering mess underneath him. Your face always flushed into a pretty shade of red and your hands held onto him tightly whenever he gave you his fingers. Little moans and whines escaped your lips, no matter how hard you tried to conceal them. His hands left you for a moment as he took off his belt and then took off your shirt, making another short moan of neediness escape your lips.

“Can I come in you tonight?” He asked as he touched the bottom of your stomach, already imagining a phantom bump. “You’d make a great mother.”

Frantically you nodded, hands falling to his chest and pulling off his shirt. He worked on his pants and tossed them to the floor. You kissed him swiftly once he was as bare as you were and felt him hold your leg by the back of your knee as he teased you with more small pumps of his fingers.

“Tell me you want it as bad as I do, sweetheart.” He told you in a hushed voice.

“I want it,” You replied in a whisper. “Wanna have your baby.”

He didn’t need much confirmation after that. Hastily he moved your legs over his shoulders, knowing this position would let him get deep inside of you. Jonathan lined himself up and slowly filled your cunt up with his cock. You quickly inhaled and grabbed his shoulders for some support as he rocked into you. You moaned and felt tears in your eyes from the pressure in your cunt. He sneaked his hand to clit and rubbed it quickly, making everything seem a tad overwhelming. With your orgasm building sharply, you closed your eyes tightly as your cunt clenched around him, making both of you shiver. His hand kept circling your clit making feel more than overwhelmed at this point.

“That’s it,” He grunted from over the top of you. “Gonna make you a mommy, make you full.”

You inhaled in response, his hips coming down into you faster and faster. A few curses tumbled from your lips as another orgasm approached. Sweat began to form at your temple and once the separate orgasm came and went, your legs trembled.

“I’m so close,” He warned you in a hoarse voice. “Fuck, just gonna fill you up with my come and make you mine completely.”

You were too overstimulated to really hear what he was saying, everything blurred together at that moment. He gave you a few more unforgiving thrusts and then came inside of you, holding himself still for a moment to keep it all there. You caught your breaths together and kissed you on the forehead.

“Thank you.” He murmured as he lifted off of you and laid down beside you.

You smiled and then gave him a small kiss on the lips and went to the bathroom, feeling a bit shaky but strangely content with this new declaration. After you cleaned up you went and laid back down with him. He seemed miles away again, eyes fixed on the drawn blinds of your window. You couldn’t tell if he was feeling guilt or maybe a tinge of worry after all of that but you just nestled your head into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

#jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane fanfic

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emilymaxximoff · 2 years

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Deserve Better; Enid X Fem!Reader

CW: Some angst, Struggling with your sexuality, Fluff

Description: After Ron and Enid break up, you let Enid know that she has better options than him.

A/N: Confession time (sorry this note is gonna be long), I've been siting on this one for a hot sec. The absolute bi panic I feel between Carl and Enid is absurd. There's not a ton of Enid fics that I could find so I took it upon myself to write one of my own. This is definitely inspired by Boyfriend by Dove Cameron because, gay. I have been super excited bout this one. I definitely want to write more about her too. I mean just look at the GIF. Also the panic of do I want to be her or be with her is so real with her. Once agin disclaimer, everyone is at least 18. I am 19 and anything else creeps me out. The actors themselves are more than old enough now so like just please. It would mean so much to me if y'all reposted but don't feel like you have to. Love you!

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"Hey Y/N!" You heard someone yell behind you. You turned around and immediately smiled. It was Enid. You felt butterflies in your stomach as she lightly jogged towards you with a wicker laundry basket. She had a beautiful glow about her and her hair gently fell around her face.

"Hey Enid." you said as you gave her a cheesy grin. God she was beautiful. You had had a crush on her for years but you would never admit it. It was the apocalypse but people were still people and you were worried about if people would judge you. You also had no idea if Enid liked girls and she had just broken up with Ron so it seem a worse time as any to suddenly admit your feelings. Thankfully the break up didn't seem to bother her much. The only person who knew about your crush was Carl. That fucker knew everything about you. He knew before you did. He could read you like a comic book.

"So, I've been thinking and I think we need to have a girls night tonight. I've got shit to talk about." she said as she smiled back at you.

"Oh dear."

"Oh yes. Meet you at my house around sunset?"

You bit your lip and gave her a joking half grin. "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you then. I have guard duty tomorrow night though so we have to get some sleep tonight." you laughed.

"Great!" she squealed. "I'll see you later."

Your heart was beating out of your chest. You had sleepovers often but every time you still got butterflies. You always had to suppress the urge to lean over and kiss her and tell her how you felt but that never happened and you told yourself it never would. She made you so happy and she had no idea how much she meant to you and how much you loved those nights where it was just you two. She didn't know how much you wanted to hold her hand and hold her as you fell asleep. She had no idea how weak your knees felt as she let you wear her shirt and you breathed in the smell.

You started off towards the Grimes house to talk to Carl. He understood and you needed the support right now. You didn't even need to have the words for him to understand. You walked in the door and casually greeted Rick before climbing up the stairs and going into Carl's room.

"Hey shithead." you said throwing off your shoes and flopping down on his bed next to him.

"Well hello to you too." he laughed. "What's up?"

"I don't know my heart is just about to come out my ribcage and kill me but besides that I'm doing just peachy." you replied as dramatically as you could, sighing and putting the back of your hand on your forehead.

"Enid again?" he laughed at your dramatics, raising his eyebrow.

"Wow how'd you guess?" you rolled your eyes. "We're having a girls night again and you know how I feel during those. She's just so perfect god damn it."

"You should just tell her already. It's driving you insane and she broke up with Ron so it's a great time."

"YoU SHoUlD JuSt telL hEr." you mocked. "Yeah that will work out fucking great. I don't even know if she likes girls. I don't want to ruin our friendship."

"Jesus ok. You don't gotta be a bitch about it. I was just saying I hate to see you dancing around it like a pussy." he grinned at you.

You grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. You laughed as he put his hands up and laughed back. "Fuck you."

"Hey don't shoot he messenger just cause he's right."

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You took a breath as you knocked on the door of the Rhee house. Maggie opened the door and smiled at you. "Hey Y/N she's in her room. Let me know if you want snacks or anything. I don't have anything to do tonight." she said motioning you inside.

"Thanks Maggie. I'm good for now thanks." you said as you quickly rushed up the stairs towards Enid's room. You knocked lightly on the door and smiled waiting for the go ahead to come in.

"Come in." You saw her slime as you open then door and come in. "Y/N omg. Come here. I've got just so much shit to say."

You giggled and sat next to her on the soft bed. "Ok spill." you said crossing your legs and turning to look at her.

Oh did she have lots to say. She talked about her runs and her guard duties. She told you about the walkers she killed and how Maggie was nagging her about learning more combat. She ranted about Lydia and how annoying she was. You listened to every word she had to say, putting in input where appropriate. Everything was perfect. Just you two talking and sharing experiences. That was until Ron came up.

"Ron is trying to get back together with me again." you rolled your eyes. "Hey I know we just broke up but still. It's like how much else is there in the world at this point."

"I mean there is a lot more. I'm just saying you can do so much better. You deserve better. Ron is probably one of the worst options right now. He's mean to you a lot of the time." you replied, nervously playing with your hands.

"Yeah ok sure. Who then? Carl? Fuck no." she laughed sarcastically.

"No. As his friend I can tell you no. I'm saying there are other options." you paused. "Better options."

"Ok fine then tell me. What other person could I be with that's better?"

"A lot of people. Ron is awful." you said, trying so hard not to blurt out yourself.

"Ok but like who? We are some of the last people alive on this shithole." she said eying you. She could tell you had something on your mind.

You took a deep breath. You were frustrated and in the heat of the moment somehow you had courage. "I mean like me."

"What?" Enid stared at you wide eyed.

"Fuck. Just forget it. I'm sorry I didn't mean to." you sighed tears filling your eyes. You had been so mad at her naivety and you could stand it do you had blurted out your feelings. You felt as if you just wanted to melt away. Had you ruined your friendship? Was she mad? You couldn't look up at her. You were mortified.

"Hold up no. We need to talk about it. What did you mean?" Enid said reaching out to touch your shoulder. As she did you moved back, rejecting her touch and the tears you were holding back fell down your cheeks as you lifted your head to look at her emphatic face.

"NO! Fuck please stop. I didn't mean- I never meant to- just please lets move on or I'll just leave." You said shakily. You were trying to keep your composure but it was fading quickly.

"No. Y/N, I want to talk about this. I don't want to upset you but when someone you have known forever tells you that you could be good for them..... You want to know what they mean, ya know" Enid said as nicely as possible. You tried to read her face but it was impossible to in your distraught state.

"Fine. Do you honestly want the truth?" Enid nodded her head. "Honestly I've had feelings for you for a long time but you were with Ron and there are so many other factors like I don't know if you even like girls. I don't want you to hate me or think I'm creeping on you cause we sleep in the same bed all the time. It's not like that. I like you for more. Don't get me wrong I definitely wan to have sex but like it's more than that. I like your smile and personality and just everything you do. I mean again like I try not to let anyone know that I like girls so Carl is literally the only one who knows about my crush on you and also like I don't know if you like me or just girls cause you've never said anything. So I've been suppressing these feelings and I wasn't gonna say shit until... ya know... now."

You took a breath and looked at Enid for any validation. She smiled back at you in return. Your tears started to dry. "So what you're trying say is I should ditch men?" she smirked.

"I'm saying that I could be a better boyfriend than Ron ever could be." you said, leaning closer to her.

"Maybe I don't want a boyfriend anymore. Maybe I'm in the mood for a girlfriend now." Enid leaned close to you too, closing more space so you could feel her breath on your lips. You felt butterflies in your stomach and you couldn't contain the huge cheesy grin.

"Well I can be a better girlfriend than Ron too." Enid closed the gap, connecting your lips. she grabbed your face and pulled you even closer. You felt so happy and even through you were kissing her you just wanted to be closer, to become one being. You grabbed her hips and pulled the rest of her close to you. Even though it pained you, you separated once you were out of breath.

"As much as I want to keep going, I told you, I'm gonna be a better partner than you have ever had before. That means doing this the right way. Let me take you out on a date, a real one." you smiled.

Enid groaned and smiled. "I'm ok with rushing in."

"I know but still. I want this to last. I'm gonna do it by the book."

"Ok, I understand. Can we at least hold each other tonight?"

"Anything for you beautiful."

As you snuggled into Enid, you felt at peace for the first time in a long time. To know the girl you loved, loved you back. To know that at least one person could love you for who you were. For now, that's all that mattered.

#enid rhee #twd #the walking dead #lgbtq #enid rhee twd #enid twd #enid rhee x reader #twd imagine #enid rhee x you #wlw #bi panic

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bluepeachstudios · 11 months

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GitS Asks

(These are from before Chapter 30 came out)

They're unprepared but they make up for it in their tenacity and flexibility!

You. Are you spying on me? Squints

OUGH </3

Yeah, Don will make friends with anyone! He's often torn up over them leaving, as well. Ghost just lost too much. He's scared to get close to people because they might leave, or he might leave, but the kids kind of kidnapped him, so.

Spirit thinks that Leo's unfocused but he definitely doesn't mind it. He does think a lot about "is this how I would have been had I not been the leader?" He loves Leo, though. He loves that he gets to be silly goofy and a kid.

Spirit thinks Raph makes a good leader when he's not panicking over his little brothers. He's got a bit of learning to do, and some helicopter brothering going on, but Spirit gets it. This Raph isn't as angry. He can't afford to be as angry and reckless as Spirit's Raphael.

Probably Splinter, considering he's more skilled as a ninja but also incredibly used to Rise logic fhgkdjfhg

Oh yeah Mike would have a GRAND old time with the villains. He'd love the banter, love the theming. God he'd be delighted. All the villains are confused because he always gets so excited to see them.

Yup! One way or another, Don gets mutated.

The TV shows, movies, books, songs, entertainment media. There might be equivalents in this dimension, but not all of them exist. He wishes he could read Justice Force stuff because that's what his Mikey was most into, but it doesn't exist in the Rise Dimension. There are songs he can't quite remember the lyrics to but the melodies are stuck in his head. Some stuff just. Doesn't exist here.

Bringing back the Michelangelo saying "So THAT'S where you've been you WHORE" joke for this one

Arguably yes. In another dimension, Splinter lost his son the same way Rise Splinter lost his mother. It makes him worry that he's going to lose his sons again, so he withdraws further, which only worsens his depression. When Ghost withdraws, the kids go and drag him out, because they know that they can. They probably tried, when they were younger, to spend time with Splinter even when he felt bad, but he snapped at them sometimes. They would leave, and he'd feel even worse about himself.

Ghost being around means he doesn't have to worry about them as much. Ghost can do that for him. Ghost is a better father than him. Like Ghost said, he's a terrible father. So why bother trying?

I feel like I've definitely answered this before or it's in the fic, but he likes to bake with Mikey and do drawing stuff with him. Ghost only does blueprints, so his drawings are all very technical, but Mikey likes to do this thing where he takes Ghost's technical drawings and paints them all wild and colorful and it's a very nice juxtaposition.

With Leo, Ghost geeks out with him. They read Jupiter Jim comics together, they watch Lou Jitsu and Jupiter Jim movies, Leo will infodump about theories and headcanons and basically fanfic ideas he has, and Ghost will happily listen. His big brother used to listen to is infodumps, so this feels like repaying him, somehow.

Raph and Ghost usually train, or Ghost shows Raph how to build things. Raph's a big guy, he's a bit clumsy, he's never felt like he could build or make anything before, not like Mikey or Donnie, who are creative as all get out. But Ghost shows him he just needs the right medium. Metal is good for Raph because he can bend it easily, and he starts enjoying welding. He helps Ghost with a lot of the bigger repairs around the lair. Otherwise, they'll sit and read next to each other. They get cozy.

Yeah. That's why during "Same As It Never Was" short story, when Ghost intercepted Freshly Mutated Lou, they both kinda just. Broke down to each other and then. Y'know. Raised the kids together. Co-parenting. Generally much better off than Ghost continuing to isolate himself.

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Anonymous asked: I really do love how you make a point to emphasize that mutated Ghost is a scared animal more than a monster. 03 didn’t really give the time or depth to explore Ghost’s psyche as much. (Not that it’s a bad thing! It’s my favorite arc for a reason and part of it is just the nature of a visual and auditory medium rather than a written one, plus the nature of weekly episodes and the audience being a bunch of kids who are freaking out over their favorite character, it simply makes sense why they didn’t dwell on that and instead focused on his brothers’ reactions to it instead.) As a complete animal nerd to the point where animals and animal behavior is basically a special interest of mine though, it REALLY scratches an itch when writers actually take how animals actually think and behave into account rather than just defaulting to stereotypical monster behavior. An injured animal IS the most dangerous thing you can encounter in the wild for a reason. They’re scared. They’re in pain. They’re worried you want to kill them and therefore think they have nothing left to lose and will fight with everything they have to get you away from them. On top of it all, Ghost has just enough of his mind left to seek stuff out but not know /why/ he does the things he does. He follows scents that are familiar. He didn’t chase the boys or lunge until they got too close. He still tries to hide. Leo’s right when he says Ghost still doesn’t want to hurt them, it’s just that for once animal panic and self preservation instincts are making him forget everything else. He doesn’t understand that they’re trying to help him. A scared animal doesn’t want to fight, it just wants to be safe. -- (Keep Scrolling Anon)

This is a very good analysis on what I wanted Ghost to feel like. He's in a massive amount of pain. He's scared. He wants it to stop, but there are things reaching for him. He doesn't know that he's hurting the people he cares about, he just knows that he's being hurt.

@hrshlandturtles Yup! Fridays seem to be a good day to do stuff. A lot of other fics update on Saturday or Sunday and Friday is a good time for people who were busy with school or work to read the chapter after getting back for the weekend.

-------- The following ask happened after Chapter 30 released!

:') I'm very sorry for everyone's pain. I tried to warn people.

#asks #gits ask

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bookshelf-dust · 2 years

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it's the mac n' cheese.

matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 2,466

warnings: kissing, swearing, reader is on their period, mentions of ensuing symptoms, allusions to depression and anxiety, reader needs lots of assurance, matt being a teddy bear, fluffy fluffy fluffy

a/n: this is the first fic i've posted here! i am more frequently a wattpad writer, so i am not totally used to this yet! but i present to you a sweet matty fic i wrote forever ago that i hope someone out there will like. please let me know what you think! feedback is greatly appreciated!! side note: i wrote this with a female reader in mind, but i don’t actually use any pronouns, so i believe it will be okay for anyone who has experienced a period! <333

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You were microwaving macaroni and cheese when the phone rang. The caller ID read Matty. “Hello?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” His voice was quiet in that way that it got when he was around other people.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be late tonight. The case Foggy and I took on today is taking a lot more work than we anticipated. I’m really sorry. I know you aren’t feeling well and I wanted to be with you.”

“It’s okay, Matty. I understand—” The microwave started beeping, cutting you off.

"What are you making? Is it the mac and cheese?" Matt's tone was almost accusatory. "I know you bought the good kind. You better save me some,” he said, and you could hear the grin in his voice. It made you laugh as you shifted the phone to rest against your cheek and shoulder, enabling you to open the microwave door.

“Yeah, it’s the mac n' cheese. I bought the big ass container anyways to prevent myself from eating all of it. And I bought a small one for you to take to Foggy since he was raving about it when we had it the other night. Tell him I said hi, by the way. And that I’m still pissed he cut his hair.” Matt’s laugh rang through the speaker of your phone, deep and hearty. You heard him take the phone away from his ear to relay your message.

You could hear Foggy when he chuckled and exclaimed, “I’m sorry! I’ll never do it again! She’s only mad because she can’t braid it anymore." That bit was clearly not meant for you. “Hi back, by the way! And don’t save Matt any food.”

“You get all that?” Matt again. “Yes, Matthew. I got it," you sighed.

“How are you feeling? I got out the heating pad for you, so I hope you’re using it. And I washed your favorite blanket. And I put batteries in the remote. And—" You stopped him.

“Matty, I’m okay. Well I’m not okay. I’ve been extra emotional today, and by that I mean in an anxious spiral and my thoughts are eating me alive. My back is killing me and I haven’t eaten much. But I am alive, and I tend to count that as an accomplishment. You certainly do.”

Obviously disregarding your comment, he moved on. “Oh, baby.” Matt only called you baby when you were feeling like shit. Or when he was worried. Or when he was being needy. This time it was only two out of the three.

“I’m sorry. I’ll be home as soon as I can be, okay? Hang in there for me. I miss you. And I love you. You know that right? Whatever you’ve been thinking about today, I love you.”

“Matt, don’t rush home because of me. You guys take your time. I’ll be fine. I miss you too. I definitely did not cry this morning because I could smell your cologne on my book cover. I forgot I left it on your dresser. And I love you too. I do. Just do your job, Matty. Don’t worry about me. I’ll see you when you get home.”

“Okay, baby. I love you.” There he went again. He’d developed a habit of repeating that when he was worried about you.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” You threw that in there before hanging up, because you knew he liked it when you called him that. You heard his dramatic “ughhh” directed at Foggy when you ended the call. You knew he worried because of how you'd had a tendency to keep your feelings in for so long. He just wanted you to be comfortable with him.

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It was just past midnight now, and you were still awake, your back profusely aching. You were laying on the couch, in a big shirt and shorts, sprawled out so you could feel the cool leather. You were sweating, so the covers had been tossed off long before you decided you needed to get out of the bed. Just as you were starting to cool off, you heard footsteps outside the door and the jingle of keys. Mr. Murdock had made it home at last.

“Baby?” He’d barely made it through the door and you could tell he’d probably been listening for you since he got in the building. “Couch, Matthew.” You directed him, even if you didn’t have to. “And I’m fine. You don’t have to call me baby.”

He stopped in front of you, pulling up short, placing his hands on his hips. “I thought you liked it when I called you baby.”

“It’s just so generic.” You tossed your hands up for emphasis. “Everyone calls their significant other baby. Doesn’t feel special. But I do like hearing you say it. I just don’t feel like someone that someone else calls baby.”

“We’ll talk about this later,” he stopped you. He walked up to you and slid his hands under your back and legs, hoisting you up, and carrying you to the bedroom. “What’s this all about? I’m much to heavy to be carried arou—”

“Y/N, shut up. I’m taking you to bed. We are going to bed. I am going to hold you. And kiss you. And touch you. Because I’ve missed you. And been away much too long. You are going to tell me how you’re feeling.” He plopped you down on the edge of the bed and got down on his knees, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your chest.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and nuzzled into his hair. “I’m sorry I said I didn’t like being called baby." You suddenly felt very overwhelmed. "I like it when you call me baby. It feels special when you say it. I’ve just always hated when other people use it because it’s the most basic fucking ass pet name in the world.” You felt him chuckle. You’d missed that laugh. And then you started to cry. You never cry. This period was really fucking you up. You guess he heard you, even though you weren't making a sound, and raised his head.

“Oh, sweetheart. I know this one has been rough. And life’s been rough lately. And you missed me. Who wouldn’t?”

You swatted him on the shoulder. “Aren’t you going to kiss me, Mr. Murdock?”

“Why, yes. I suppose so.” And he did. Bringing one hand to the back of your neck, the other resting on your cheek, he kissed you slowly, lovingly. The scruff on his face rubbed against your skin, but you didn’t mind at all. In fact, that feeling was of comfort to you when you were in distress. So simple, yet so reassuring.

He pulled away only to kiss you again. He pressed his lips to yours firmly, as if to say I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Let me be here with you. And you wanted to let him.

“I saved you mac n’ cheese. I didn’t eat much of it. It’s on the top shelf. Right side of the fridge. I can put a label on it if you want.”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” His head was raised and focused on you, even though you knew he couldn’t see you. He swiped his thumbs under your eyes, down your cheeks, drying them. Your index finger tapped the edge of his glasses, signaling that he could take them off. Those brown eyes and ever sensual lashes were going to end you one day. “You can do it,” he instructed softly. You gently removed the red lenses from over his eyes, sitting them on the mattress beside you.

“How are you feeling? Just making it down my list," he explained, smirk eating away at the bottom half of his face.

“I told you my physical symptoms earlier.” Your fingers found there way into his hair, messing with it absentmindedly. “Mentally, I’ve been in a depressive spiral. Not amounting to much. Not deserving of you. Couldn’t comprehend why you’d pick me. Almost packed a bag, not that I’d have anywhere to go. Though I suppose Karen’s. I was sitting here all day, thinking about how I don’t matter much. That I am ignored. I don’t know. All those old thoughts coming back when I was starting to get better. I feel like I’m falling again, Matty,” you told him.

“Sweetheart, I need you to hear me when I say that you know a lot of this is hormones. And some of it isn’t. But I want you to know that I am so madly fucking in love with you.”

“And pick you? There are a million reasons why I’d chose you again and again. I’ll spend the rest of my life telling them to you if you want. You are my everything. I can’t believe you would contemplate leaving because you think I, what, deserve better?” A laugh left him, but there wasn’t any humor to it. He was serious. “There’s no one better than you. You were made for me. Your stubborn and sarcastic ass was made for me. ‘N you matter to me. You know that. I know you do. I don’t want you to start thinking that way again. I hear you, and I will tell you all of these things every minute if you like until it sticks. I will pick you up when you fall, my love.” Here he stopped to kiss you again, emphasizing his words.

“Thank you, Matty. And because I love you I’ll pretend like that wasn’t a cheesy spiel, but I liked it anyways.” You kissed his nose--making it scrunch--and his forehead, drawing out that purr you knew was hiding. Then you drew your fingers further into his hair, lightly scraping your nails along his scalp. His weakness. The purr grew. Got him, you thought.

Finally, Matt rose.

“I’m gonna need more of that," he started. "Now how about we get some rest?”

“Yeah,” you responded. He grabbed his glasses off the bed and walked over to his nightstand to set them down. You watched as he reached to loosen and remove his tie. He kicked off his shoes, tossed his socks in the hamper. Next he unclasped his belt and slung it over the one and only chair in the bedroom. When he reached up to start buttoning his shirt, you stopped him.

“Can I do it?” Your voice was a tad weary, worried he might find the gesture odd.

His fingers froze where they hovered above his collar. “Unbutton my shirt? Yeah, sure.” He waltzed over to you and you sat up on your knees at the end of the bed so that you could reach him.

You gently pulled at the shirt from his waist where it was tucked into his dress pants. You began unbuttoning the gray fabric slowly, making your way down his chest, and you could feel the warmth of him under your fingertips. That warmth you had missed all day, except for when you'd been sweating.

You reached the bottom. All out of buttons. He held out his right wrist for you. You'd forgotten about the buttons that lived on the cuffs of his shirts. You took care of that one, and then he held out the left. You wrapped your arms around his back, drawing such a faint hitch in his breathing that you could have imagined it, and placed a kiss on his bare chest. You released a soft hum when you let your cheek rest there, and could feel his slow and quiet laugh. “I could stay here forever, Matty.”

However, you removed your arms from his back, making sure to drag your fingers along his sides like he liked, and lifted them to carefully push the shirt from his shoulders and pull it down, letting him take his arms out of it. He turned away and tossed the shirt in the hamper once he had completely freed himself from it.

“What was that for? I liked it. Just curious,” he inquired, his voice a whisper.

“Wanted to be close to you. Like helping you. Missed you. And you know how fond I am of your chest.” He laughed again then. That throaty chuckle that made you dissolve into a sad little puddle.

He stepped back and went to unbutton his dress pants. You watched him take them off and toss them with his discarded shirt. He was left in nothing but his usual black underwear. He walked back to your perch at the end of the bed and pecked your lips before traveling to the bathroom to brush his teeth.

You settled under the covers, half covered and half not, tangled as you always were and awaited the warmth of him. He plopped down and settled on his back. “C’mere. Since you are so fond of my chest.”

As instructed, you lay your head on his chest, but high enough to still rest under his chin. You stretched a leg out over his, and he tangled it with his. His hand slid under the hem of your shirt to rest on your hip, rubbing over the squish there.

“Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?” He asked.

“Only you. And yes, I am very comfortable. And if I had needed something, wouldn’t it have been better to ask before we were in bed?”

“You make a valid point.” He kissed the top of your head, palm still rubbing your hip. His other hand moved to rest under his head. You kissed his chest, and you swear he purred again.

“You’re the lawyer, Mr. Murdock." You started to smile, "Did you just purr? Like a cat?”

His chest shook with laughter. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re referring to.”

“Whatever you say. Maybe I’ll see if I can make you purr again later,” you told him, starting to feel sleepy as a result of all the emotions of the day. You wanted nothing more than to sleep and be close to him. And it was exactly what you were getting.

“I think I'll take you up on that. Sleepy? Your breathing’s changed,” he stated.

“Very. I love you, Matty. Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For loving me. Listening to me. And caring about me.”

“Don’t thank me for that. It’s my favorite thing to do. I love you too, sweetheart. Get some rest, okay?”

“Okay, Matty.” You felt him laugh a little as you said that. You believe as a mixture of the sleep in your voice, but also because he liked it when you called him Matty. He told you that once after you accidentally called for him that way. It was the only way you called for him now.

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oooh just saw your tags on the stucky post - do u have any good stucky fics to rec?? im talking like looong fics. shit that like changes ur life. i was never into stucky when the fandom was super active but now im like !!! theres a goldmine of good fics out there i just know it

yeah absolutely!!!! but okay so. a lot of the stucky fic i read, i read back in high school before i started obsessively bookmarking things on ao3. i'm almost positive there are some blind spots on this list because i'm just going off the things i do have bookmarked rn. like i also want to dive back into the tag at some point & see what stuff i've missed / forgotten.

THAT SAID pretty much all the big stucky fics i do remember were in my bookmarks so i'm working off those! also thank you so much for sending this because i queued that post & didn't actually end up going back to read any stucky fics. i want to reread everything now.

actual recs under the cut!!

sincerely, your pal by lettered (rated m, 65,620)

i will always be obsessed with an epistolary fic. 10/10

to memory now I can't recall by etharei (rated e, 102,600)

uses time travel in a really interesting way, with it almost acting as a bodyswap scenario between the past and present. really interesting device in a fic with bucky pov.

building from the ground up by emilianadarling (series, various ratings & various lengths w a total wordcount of 68,687)

soooo good. i remember the (chronologically) first & the (writing order) first in the series better than the other two, but they're all good!! spans time from during the war to after the events of the winter soldier.

you know i dreamed about you by napricot (rated e, 59,311)

dreamsharing!! underutilized fanfic trope!!!

between everything, yourself, and home by napricot (rated e, 24,396)

i reread this one more recently than a lot of the others on the list & it hit so good, definitely recommend it.

United States v. Barnes, 617 F. Supp. 2d 143 (D.D.C. 2015) by fallingvoices & radialarch (rated t, 20,605)

the formatting & framing & storytelling devices in this one go hard, like, i'm pretty sure it was one of the fics mentioned on that post. it'd be worth checking out for that alone except that the fic is just Also good.

the way to a man's heart by niitza & whatthefoucault (rated t, 43,837)

this is one of the stucky fics i think about all the time. food as a healing device hits every time and it's SO good in this one.

the size of perfection by phoenike (e, 31,193)

if you want a lot of 1940's angsting about what the supersoldier serum does to a guy's dick, this is the fic for you.

all the angels and the saints by speranza (rated e, 48,740)

in the authors note of this one it's described as "a motherfucking 95 year epic love story of socialism! science fiction! and hard core gay fucking!" so. worth a read for sure.

roll on by jaxington (rated m, 89,113)

the historical queer themes in this were so good!! the supporting characters & world built up Hit. also i forgot/never knew it was part of a three fic series that is 306,592 words long. definitely read those too.

steve rogers at 100: celebrating captain america on film by eleveninches, hellotailor, M_Leigh, neenya, saintsideways, & tigrrmilk (rated e, 10,228)

exactly what it sounds like. from what i remember this probably barely counts as a stucky fic but it's so fun.

tin soldiers by idrilka (rated t, 19,743)

another one where the formatting & framing & storytelling devices go hard!!

a line that goes all the way by napricot (rated e, 45,218)

realizing now this is the third napricot fic on the list so probably anything else you find by them will also hit!! this one's more recent than a lot of the other fics here but i remember really enjoying it.

tezeta (nostalgia) by vowelinthug (rated e, 20,140)

another more recent fic set in wakanda!! it's steve's turn to be a total maladjusted disaster <3

sparked up like a book of matches by sena (rated m, 26,734)

didn't remember a lot of this one from my bookmarks so i started reading it to jog the memory & now am going to continue reading it. the vibes are vibing.

always stay near me, for tomorrow i will have much to do by roguewrld (rated e, 39,990)

this one's framing isn't as wild as some of the others i've rec'ed but it's still a little noticeable. a great non-linear bucky centric fic.

there's nothing left of you by notallbees (rated e, 22,346)

a fic set during the war!! those are always fun!!! and by fun, i mean. you know. it's good though, very in bucky's head.

i can feel the cold changing us inside by tesselated (rated m, 24,140)

a really good post-winter soldier recovery fic.

might never be normal again (but who cares) by napricot (rated e, 51,540)

okay one last napricot rec from my bookmarks. tagged 'Steve's Slow Motion Midlife Crisis' so you know it's good.

#replies #recs #there are nineteen fics here so i hope at least a couple end up doing it for you!!!!

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hanukkahbingo 2023

Fic or Art/Graphic Title: alone in the dark, chapter six : “Some Kind of Ghost” Author/Artist Name: josiebelladonna Fandom: Testament (Band) Jewish or Jew-Ish Character(s): Alex Skolnick (and how) Bingo Squares Being Filled: family, miracle, smashing fascists 🔥 Rating: Mature Warning(s): Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings Link to Work: x @aimmyarrowshigh

I was still shook up from the incident with Christine's father, such that my hands trembled as I brought the bites of latke and applesauce up to my mouth. Christine herself meanwhile never left my side as she indulged in her plate, and I could tell that she was enjoying it because it was humble and delicious while we were living in a cold house with no electricity and nothing better to do other than read books and play cards. She huddled up close to me but she never actually touched the side of my body, however. Though it was cold in the house, I started to feel warm again from the taste of those potatoes with the sliced and diced onions and the minced garlic. Though I had been jarred from my place, I still needed to eat, and I still needed to get back home to my parents, too. I blew on the next bite of latke before I slipped it into my mouth.

“How are they?” Wendy asked me.

“Delicious,” I said with my mouth full. “They taste almost as good as my grandmother's latkes.” I swallowed and took another sip of my coffee.

“Nothing beats Grandma's cooking,” she replied with a little smile on her face.

“Not at all! When I was a kid, my aunt and my grandma would also make my brother and me babka for Hanukkah, which he and I always loved. It was from there that I realized that nothing beats the real thing. Nothing beats the thing that came straight out of the home.”

“I think I've actually seen that at a bakery before,” she said as she took her seat next to Christine at the far end of the couch. “It's like a cross between a Swiss roll and a bread, isn't it?”

“Sort of,” I said. “It's definitely kosher in comparison to a Swiss roll, I would think, but it's more like... phyllo dough with chocolate drops, some cinnamon, and some melted chocolate rolled up and then coiled into a tin. We always like a little chocolate babka in our life.”

“We should make that at some point, Chris,” Wendy suggested.

“You've got chocolate babka, there's also cinnamon and apple,” I added. “Chocolate is the best, but I also love me some apple.” Right as I said that, I scooped up a bit of applesauce, which I could tell was sweeter than I was used to. But I wasn't going to complain.

“By the way, Wendy, is it all that flooded out there?” the grandfather asked her.

“Yeah, I've been meaning to ask you that, too,” I chimed in as I took another bite of applesauce.

“Actually, no!” Wendy assured us. “Although, I suppose it is elsewhere, but there's just some big puddles outside of the sidewalk. You know, you have to be careful walking along the storm drain because there are literal rivers out there. But it's not like immense flooding, though.”

“Plus, it's going downhill,” I added as I took another bite of latke.

“It's all going downhill, exactly,” Wendy declared. Christine then turned her attention over to me with a slightly annoyed look on her face.

“I hope this shit's not boring you,” she whispered to me.

“Hey, I would much rather chat about this than what happened with your dad back there,” I assured her.

“Oh, yeah, anything beats that, to be honest,” she said with a nod. “But you know, boring grown-up stuff.”

“You know, you're going to be a boring grown-up yoursself soon,” I pointed out to her as I took my last bite of latke.

“I kind of don't want to be,” she confessed. “You know, just because you reach eighteen years old doesn't mean you have to actually grow up and become boring.”

“You know, it's the funniest thing,” I told her as I set my empty plate down on the coffee table before me and I picked up my coffee in lieu of it; “I feel the exact same way. Who says you have to give up what you are once you've reached a certain age?”

And she showed me a smile at that.

It was right then I noticed that the rain had slowed down on the roof overhead.

“Is the rain stopping?” her grandfather then asked from the kitchen table.

“I think it is, Dad,” Wendy replied. I sipped on the coffee and the vagabond in me came alive right then. All the times that Testament travelled somewhere in the world or even there in the States, and the sheer sight of the hotel room all around me only made me want to go out and explore the town. Wendy then offered to take mine and Christine's empty plates, much to my pleasure.

“Thank you, Mom,” she said.

“Yeah, thank you, Wendy!” I added, and once again, I swore she flashed me a wink. I finished the rest of my coffee and turned my attention to Christine.

“Wanna take a walk?” I offered her.

“I'd love to,” she replied. “I have to get dressed, but I'd like to do that, though.”

“Go out and get some fresh air,” I added. “I have to find my shirt, anyways.” I couldn't help but chuckle at that, either.

Once her mom and grandparents were paying more attention to each other, she and I returned to our rooms for a quick change, whereby I found my shirt tucked under my pillow for some reason. But then I realized why and I couldn't resist chuckling again as well as wrinkling my nose and sticking out my tongue.

Once I had my shirt back on, I returned to the hallway and Christine dressed in faded denim jeans and a little black windbreaker.

“Shall we?” I asked her. “We shall,” she replied.

Once we told the three of them what was happening, we left the house and stepped outside to the gray morning. Though the place hadn't flooded like Wendy had said, small puddles still formed all across the yard, and the storm drain was one deluge away from overflowing onto the sidewalk as well. Nevertheless, we still walked up the street together, and I had a feeling that she was going to show me the stump.

“We go in the other direction and we'll be swept away by the flood waters,” she pointed out to me, to which I chuckled.

We reached the next corner up before we hung a right. The next corner up and we hung a left.

It was all so we could keep going uphill and away from whatever raging waters that came our way.

“I hope I'm not being too intrusive about it,” I confessed to her as the neighborhood around us grew much more overgrown with trees and bushes, all of which were dark and sparse for the onset of winter in the coming weeks. “You know my whole thing of 'I really don't want to impose on anyone'.”

“You're not being intrusive,” she assured me with a shake of her head. “Especially since he came after you.”

She fetched up a sigh and stared straight ahead: I followed her gaze to the veil of clouds over the mountains. We weren't far from the base of them as well as the sparse snow banks that capped them. At least it didn't snow that much.

“I love my dad but he's got his problems, though,” she pointed out. “He and my mom have separated, and he's still kind of raw about it. Then again, he should talk about it to me. He likes to drink, and my mom doesn't really like that he does that, especially in front of me. I remember one time he downed a whole bottle of gin over the course of a single day, and my mom was like 'no way' and she got me out of there. He's not a very good drunk, either.”

“I've known a few people like that,” I told her. “Where the members of my old band and I would have a drink or two and then we'd giggle and fool around and shit, there was always someone on the crew who would have a few too many and start yelling at us for no reason.”

“Exactly like that!” she exclaimed. “And it's always really scary to be around and watch right before your eyes, too, because you don't know if they're going to punch you or do something awful to themselves. So, my mom got me away from him for a bit but I wanted to be with him again because—like I said, I love my dad and I want to see him get better. So they split and I stayed with him for a whole summer before he promised me to stop drinking. When he did, I went to go stay with my mom, and that was when my own relationship fell apart and then I dyed my hair after that as a change of sorts. When he was at the door earlier, I could smell a little booze on his breath. I've grown up around alcohol enough to where I can smell even just a few drops of it from clear across the room. It also helped that the wind carried it into the house, too.”

“Oh, wow, I didn't even notice,” I confessed as I ran my hand down from my chest down to my stomach. “All I could smell was the latkes and the coffee your mom got for us.”

But she bowed her head a bit and looked down to the drenched pavement and the small rivulets in the storm drain below our feet.

“The first man I ever loved,” she said in a soft voice, and I tilted my head to the side at the sight of her there next to me.

“First man you ever loved and had a relationship with, too,” I added.

“All of that before my ex showed up, and before you showed up, too,” she continued it.

“He promised you that he would stop drinking—actually promised you—”

“Right to my face, too,” she added, and she lowered her voice to a near whisper.

“—and yet there he was, right there at your grandparents' house, just reeking of it,” I followed along, and she nodded her head at that with a crestfallen look on her face.

“Mmm, I wouldn't say he was reeking of it,” she corrected me with a slight shrug of her shoulders, “but I could tell you that he had had some to drink before he showed up.”

“Which means he also took off in his car after that...” My voice trailed off, and I shuddered at the thought of someone climbing behind the wheel after they had had just a little too much to drink, especially with that person being her own father.

She and I fell into momentary silence with our gazes fixed on the storm drain beneath us; all the while, I noticed a few circles along the surface of the water, and I could tell that the sprinkles were going to give way to even more rain after that. Though things were not very flooded at the moment, I knew that it was definitely a possibility, and I could potentially miss out on the first couple of nights of Hanukkah with my parents as well.

I then turned my head to the right, to the stretch of sidewalk that snaked up the street beside us.

“So, tell me,” I began again to her. “Where's this stump at? The stump of the tree that fell on you?”

Her expression never changed as she strode around behind me, and I followed her right at her back. The storm drain seemed to swell as we moved further along, and then we reached the next corner and crosswalk up before us. Across the street stood an old house that looked to be empty, and behind that was an empty lot entrenched in mud and large puddles that could probably flood a bit should the rain pick back up again. With a quick glimpse in either direction, Christine and I crossed the street, albeit with a hop over the rivulets in the storm drains.

She brought me to the corner across from us, and I looked on at the empty house. Something about it gave me a weird feeling in my stomach, as if something happened there before and I should be worried. But I wasn't worried, and I shook it off once we reached the empty lot, which consisted of nothing more than slabs of blacktop and patches of dark mud.

“It's right here,” she declared, and she brought me to the dead center of it all, barring we avoided the mud all around us and treated the blacktop as stepping stones instead. Indeed, there stood a large round stump right in the middle of the muck and the mud, one that was wide enough for the two of us and maybe Wendy, too, to have a seat on. The cuts on the stump had eroded with the passing of time, and thus, I knew she was telling the truth. I looked on at her and the thoughtful look in her eyes: the fine mist that fell over us left tiny droplets on the crown of her head accentuated the red of her hair. The gray sunlight around us washed out the color to her face, and her skin resembled porcelain as a result.

I gazed up to the gray sky overhead as I tried to picture that big tree that fell over on top of her. Those wandering branches as they cascaded over her, and the earth took her in its arms. To think that she had taken the path that she had taken, and she was still standing there on the sidewalk next to me. She continued to stand, with her hands in her pockets and the scars that she bore all to tell the world about it. If only there was a way in which she could overcome it and use it to her advantage, and I could tell she was on her way given how she liked to joke around with me and be all cozied up next to me.

I was more stunned by the fact that she had survived it all, and more so when I shivered from the wind picking up courtesy of the mountain slopes off to our right. The rain was coming, and yet the silence was all that we could do right then.

“An absolute miracle that you're here with us right now,” I whispered to her over the winds behind us.

“It really is,” she whispered back to me, and she extended one hand out towards me as if to hold mine. I swallowed as I extended mine to her own: her fingers gripped onto the side of my palm, and I let my own fingers curl around her hand. A chill ran up my spine right then, and something told me that it wasn't the wind.

“When my ex and I were together, I often dreamed of this,” she confessed.

“You never got to hold hands with him?” I asked her, taken aback, and she shook her head at that.

“Not even one time,” she said. “I would often dream of kissing him and holding him, just like how I did with you back at the house. But I never could do it. I could never find the courage to do that.”

“Why is that?” I asked her.

“Like I said, I just never felt good enough. I never felt like I was worthy of kissing him or holding him. I never felt like I could really tell him as to how I felt about him.” She nibbled on her bottom lip right then. “And that's why he's my ex.”

“So I should consider myself lucky,” I muttered. The rain picked up as the words left my lips, and Christine tugged the hood over her head with her free hand.

“We should probably get home,” I advised her.

“Yeah, I think we should, too,” she said. “I'm starting to get cold.” She squeezed my hand before she let go of me, and then she huddled up close to me. The two of us began to walk along the sidewalk, away from the empty lot and the swelling puddles there, and I hoped that the rain and wind wouldn't pick up at any point on the way back to the house. We reached the house on the corner, whereby I caught a glimpse of the dark roof and the trees that protected it from the elements. I spotted the witching window at the back and a shiver ran down my spine. We passed the two windows that looked out to the street, both of them as black as night, and then the corner of the house and the edge of the yard. All the while, I glanced back to it.

There was just something about the house that gave me such a weird, indescribable feeling, and it was one of those things that was going to drive me absolutely batty for the rest of the day if I did nothing about it. We reached the corner when I finally stopped, and I took a good long look at it. Christine stopped right next to me and closed her coat lest a gust of wind come up before us.

“I should probably tell you that my ex and his family used to live in this house here,” she told me.

“They used to live here?” I asked her, slightly stunned, and she nodded her head at me.

“Not for very long, like not even a year but—yeah, they actually used to live out here.”

I turned my head for another look at the house again, and I tried to picture what exactly happened there, especially since it was giving me such a weird feeling whenever I looked at it. Maybe it was the garage door and the way that it struck me as a little odd in comparison to the rest of the house: it was a yellow house with black trimming but the garage door appeared to be a slightly different shade of yellow, almost white.

Something off about it all.

“Did he or his parents tell you why they moved away from here?” I asked her, and she shook her head.

“I mean, I have a couple of theories—they hailed from New York and so, you know, maybe they just didn't like it out here. It's too much of a high desert where New York is more tempered.”

I had my doubts about that, however. I looked on at the house, at the awnings right outside of the two front windows that looked out to either side of the street given it stood on a corner, at the second floor, at the brick chimney which gave me an even weirder feeling than that of the garage door. Maybe it was just the color of the door looking off by comparison, but something about that left me wanting more out of that. Add to this, I struggled to picture him and his family living there.

I walked on over to the mouth of the driveway, which was slightly sloped from the garage door. Maybe it was an optical illusion. Maybe I really did have nothing to worry about and I was just going to drive myself far beyond the point of meshuggah. But something about it was going to drive me absolutely meshuggah regardless of what happened. I turned my attention to Christine, who strode on up to me with her hands tucked in her pockets and with a bewildered look on her face.

“Nobody lives here anymore, right?” I asked her once she came within earshot.

“As far as I know, no,” she replied. Cautiously, I strode up the driveway to the garage door. The panels were crisp and sharp, but the paint drooped a bit in a few places. I took a closer look to the one closest to my face.

Something buried underneath. I let my eyes wander down towards the base of the garage door itself to see it in full. Though it had been covered up, whoever did it did not do that well of a job, at least not for me, anyway.

The black outlines. The shape it made plus the angles.

The mere sight that haunted my own nightmares as well as that of my relatives.

“Just as I thought,” I muttered.

“What?” she asked me, and the chills ran up my spine. I took her by the hand and led her away from there.

“Alex, what is it?” she asked again, but I never replied. All I knew was I had to get away from there, and I had to get away from that particular part of the neighborhood as well. Our shoes padded on the pavement and that was the only noise I could hear. With a quick leap over the storm drains, we crossed the street from the house to the opposite corner; Christine stayed behind me as I led her away from there. At one point, I could feel her looking back, and I wished that I could completely tell her about what I was feeling. The thing is I had a hard enough time reading emotions on someone's face, let alone fessing up my own to someone like her.

We slowed down to a quick walked right before we reached the line of trees again. At least we were safe from the feeling that house gave unto me. Nevertheless, I still shivered and closed my coat to keep in the warmth. I was missing the warmth of those latkes her grandparents made for us.

I leaned back against the trunk of the tree closest to the sidewalk, and she gathered next to me as if we were hiding from something.

“God...” I breathed out, and I gazed up to the canopy of the trees over our heads. Though the leaves had gone for the autumn, the branches still protected us somewhat from the impending rain beyond us. I was not a man of prayer by any means but I could only pray that the rain spared us there in the trees for the time being.

“Makes me sick to think about,” I confessed to her with a shake of my head. “Regardless of whether or not he's your ex. It still makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.”

“What?” she demanded, and I licked my lips and ran my fingers through my hair.

“I really don't know if I can tell you,” I told her, “like I don't really know as to how to put it.”

“Well... start from the top,” she began. “That's what my parents' therapist says, just start from the beginning.”

“But... you said your ex was Jewish.”

“Yeah.”

“They lived here... not even a year, you said,” I continued.

“If I remember correctly, they moved here in July and they were gone once school was let out in June, so yeah, not even a year. I remember talking to him about it, too.”

I nibbled on my bottom lip yet again, that time because the mere suggestion only deepened the pit in my stomach.

“You know how you said you'd stand for me if something happened to me all because of my own heritage?” I recalled to her.

“Yeah,” she said, and she squinted her eyes at me as if she knew where I was going with this.

“It's so weird to me, because... you don't think of Nevada as sinking that low,” I admitted. “I mean—shit. 'Battle born.' Became a state in the face of the Civil War. You don't think of... something that hates me and your ex and probably wants the two of us dead, and maybe you, too, because you're associated with both him as well as me now. You don't think of—you know, that—as being here.”

Her mouth then dropped agape and her eyes widened. She brought a hand to her mouth, and all I could do was nod at her.

“Are you sure?” she asked me in a hushed voice.

“That fucking thing could be buried under six feet of black tar and I would still recognize it,” I told her in a single breath. “I knew what I saw, and I know for a fact that they're in that neighborhood.”

I peered out to the street. All the houses were shuttered and calm for the incoming rainstorm, but I still had my feelings no matter how they looked to me.

“Yeah, we should probably—” But before I could finish, she once again took me by the hand and yanked me away from there. Her hood fell right off her head as we ran as fast as could back to her grandparents' house with the wind and the rain at our backs; both picked up the pace as we reached the edge of the property and the welling up of the puddles in the front yard, and I was glad that we ran home when we did and as fast as we did, as well. The only exception was I never looked back to that house.

I didn't have to look back because I knew for a fact I was the menorah in the broken window.

#hanukkah 2023 #hanukkahbingo #hanukkah #fanfic #alone in the dark #as the seasons grey #as the seasons grey fanfic #fanfiction #alex skolnick #testament fanfic #testament #testament band #oc tag #also on ao3 #writing #text #hanukkah bingo #hanukkah sameach #hanukkah fic

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Oooh another would you rather!

Level A:

1. Oh Yzma definitely. She wouldn't try to marry my kid, she has an awesome lab, and as long as I treat her justly I think we could get along.

2. I don't like needles. Poison apple it is.

3. Honestly, I'll go with Frollo. I ain't gonna get blamed for Hades' plan working, and I will have the chance to make Frollo suffer for everything he's done. I can't be upfront or else he'll catch on, but I want to turn his whole world upside down.... And I have a better chance of befriending Quasimodo! :D

4. Oooooh neither option sounds good... I think I'll pick the favor. At least I only have to do it once... Hopefully...

5. Hm... I'll pick Scar. I have more confidence i can charm him into not attacking me. And besides, tigers are more deadly than lions.

6. Lock, Shock, and Barrel. I may regret it, but I'm curious. Besides, we can talk about spooky stuff.

Level B:

1. I think I'll take my chances with Kaa. I feel more confident being able to sneak around his coils, and not look into his eyes.

2. Now I'm going to go with Gaston here. Yes I'm terrified of the wedding night, but I'll get the reputation of being his oh so sweet little wife (and people will LEAVE ME ALONE-), meanwhile I can... Arrange an accident, or slip arsenic in his beer slowly. He's immune to salmonella, so it will take time, but once he's gone I'll be seen as his poor widow and get sympathy instead of judgment just because I want to read a book (ngl I've been thinking about this and the last frollo one for awhile. Like how the heroines could have offed the villains themselves).

3. Hmm... I'll go with Cruella. I don't want to go mining for diamonds or work with alligators.

4. .... *deep breathes* Silver and Scroop... Especially for Scroop... I'm not sorry...

5. Oh Toon Patrol, definitely. I like creepy things so maybe I can strike up a conversation with Psycho, Stupid and Wheezy look friendly/chill enough, I'd be doing my damndest to not get on Smartass' bad side, and I highly doubt I'm Greasy's type. Sure I'm being kidnapped, but maybe if I try to be friendly I'll be able to get off easy.

6. Dr. Facilier. He seems like he'd actually like me instead of just want to use me like Mother Gothel probably would. Besides, I would love to chat voodoo and magic with Facilier.

7. Oooooh I like both options... Can I have a contract with one now and the other later? XD um... I think I'll go with Clayton first. The wildlife views would be beautiful and familiar, unlike these whole new worlds that were thought to be fictional like Atlantis.

Yes, more would you rather's! ^^ They're all I have the energy for at the moment 😅

Omggg XD Starting off great here- 'she wouldn't try to marry my kid'. Right, you're so right. Well, I mean, unless they're a dumb beef cake in their mid-20's. She might try it, then 😅😅😅 Watch out!

3. Perfect!!! XDD That's a great fic idea, too, Frollo with a wife who secretly ruins his life XDD And yeah! You get to be friends with the sweet man too!

4. I'm curious what you have in mind for this favour 🤔🤔 (I'M NOT BEING DIRTY I SWEAR. though that stuff applies too)

2. ANOTHER GREAT CONCEPT!! I love this!! We have to talk more about Disney Villains S/O's and heroines taking them down from the inside. Also you're quite right at the start there- being Gaston's little mrs would for sure offer some immunity from town creeps. No one wants to fight him. Uh uh

4. You shouldn't be I get it XD

5. ... Why... do you highly doubt... that you would be Greasy's type?? This isn't self deprecation here is it???? =_O ... Apart from that- great answer!! ^^ I knew you would pick the weasels but I never get tired of talking about them! ^^

7. Yeah I get that ^^

Thank you so much for responding!!! I hope you enjoyed ^^

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aotvfilm · 1 year

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Hiya Holiday Pal here!! No, you need sleep and rest, it's a busy time of the year innit! :D

AKLJDFLKJSDF I'm sorry that made me laugh so hard, just the way you said it. Nothing wrong with hating cooking! That's very sweet of your partner! Aw, how lovely that they asked for money, and the other for legos, and wow, that's fantastic! There are so many good kids books out there! I will be exchanging gifts, mostly things such as calenders and soap and books, since all of my family is just my grandmother, uncle, mother and twin brother, and our doggy! So it's going to be super exciting to see the dog with a three foot piece of rawhide made from buffalo! LOL ! Also getting them items such as soap, lotion, calendars, and ornaments, and books! Not too exciting but I hope they enjoy them!

Escapade is so good! It's fantastic! Oh my gosh I have so many. For now I'll send two. I read Lightning Strikes Twice last night, very well written, a bit too much smut for me though. I'd say two recs I have are Sodalite and Aventurine ( https://archiveofourown.org/works/21931873) and the domestic monsters series (https://archiveofourown.org/series/167063) hopefully you'll enjoy them! Important question, do you read Escapade with the playlist playing or do you read it silently?

It really is intense that it's almost 2023. OH I HAVE TO HEAR MORE ABOUT THE TOUR !!! WHAT WERE THEY ALL LIKE, WHAT WERE YOUR FAVORITE SONGS? No, no no one is judging you for running a Larrie instagram, I think it's spectacular!

Well you seem really wonderful and great yourself friend <3

Okay, yeah, the Witcher-- I've only watched S1-- not even S2, so I can't recommend S2 in good faith, and have heard it's not that good. I've written 35 for that fandom! I have not been able to write any Larry as of yet, espc with graduate school apps picking up rn, but I can't wait to!

Absolutely okay to have that fear, but I encourage you once more; you are more capable and a better writer than you think. Try a prompt, try a little drabble, see how it feels. You don't have to post it you know?

Hopefully this week is going better, so sorry about not replying very quickly. Sending you all the love <3

Holiday Palllll <3

Hi Holiday Pal <3

I love that you also get your dog something for the holidays! I do the same with my pets. Your gifts sound wonderful!

Yes Escapade was SOOO good! I read it a really long time ago so it was nice to reread. I read with the playlist on! How about you? Usually I have my headphones on while I'm reading fics so I appreciate when an author includes a playlist. I'll definitely check those fics out! One of the last fics I read that I really enjoyed was The Finish Line (Is A Good Place For Us To Start) https://archiveofourown.org/works/1136964/chapters/2298990 it was slow burn but at a perfect pace.

Oh the tour was so great! They opened with Midnight Memories and hearing Rock Me live was an experience. I was so fucking young though omg and my mom went with me. I also cried when they came out and I saw Louis for the first time. What is your favorite 1D album?? I'd do anything to go back in time and go to OTRA.

Also my instagram name was elounotachance. Tell me that isn't great

Wow 35 fics! That's impressive. I'm definitely going to try writing some more because I do think I could produce a coherent fic, I just give up on projects easily :(

What are you going to grad school for? I'm graduating from undergrad in march and I may go back to grad school in a few years. Definitely need a break from school right now though! Best of luck with your applications! xx

Talk soon friend x

#holiday pal #ilysm #<3

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shewhotellsstories · 3 years

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i really dont wanna annoy you but you post about racism in fandom sometimes so i thought you'd be the right person to ask. i hope this doesnt come off as expecting u to be my teacher. yesterday someone said they didnt trust white zk shippers and i thought it was mean but then people started sending the them all these nasty messages and i started to worry maybe op was right. honestly a lot of this stuff is pretty new for me. i think our fandom is inclusive & unlike the rest of the atla fandom we actually like katara. but i'm trying to learn.

why would it be a problem that a lot of zk fics have katara looking after zuko? i always just felt like he needed it more bc he was abused and kataras better at dealing with feelings and she's good at taking care of people. is fire lady katara still ok? is there racism in our fandom? there are a lot of woc zks and i've seen them get hate for it. but the messages op got were pretty bad too. i know i'm asking a lot of questions i just hate the thinking that we might be as bad as the z*kka stans have been saying all year.

This is gonna get long so I’m just gonna jump right in. When I listened to fansplaining’s episode on fandom racism one of the guests said white fans who can acknowledge that fandom racism exists tend to frame it as “just a few bad apples” and get caught up in worrying about not looking like a “bad apple” instead of making fandoms spaces that aren’t hostile for BIPOC. Jag offs hiding behind anon to tell women of color who ship zutara that we have a creepy fetish for imperialism and colonialism suck, but your biggest concern really shouldn’t be the optics or if you can claim superiority over zukka stans.

Yeah the “katara’s a homophobe” nonsense didn’t come from our end of the fandom, but it feels naive at best or dishonest at worst to act like the zutara fandom is uniquely immune to fandom racism. A creator I follow made the excellent point that allyship conditional upon if a poc talks "nicely" about racism is still white supremacy. I believe poc need to be allowed to vent and be salty or angry without being tone-policed. I definitely have my days where I’m like “ugh white people,” or "why must white fans be like this," so I get where the OP was coming from. Ironically the folks that sent them anon hate proved their point. You can always count on hit dogs to hollar.

Fandom is only escapist for some people. It doesn’t exist in a vacuum so you’ll find racism in fandom because there’s racism in the world. Navigating that gets exhausting. There are certain things I enjoy, but for the sake of my sanity I'll only talk about it with friends in real life or only follow fans of color. Before I follow white fans I need to see first that they’re not the kind of person who inspires posts about fandom racism. A good friend of mine loves Star Wars, Kpop, and gaming but after years of attempts at calling in she decided that she’d only interact with woc in those spaces. Again, you get tired.

ATLA wasn’t on my radar until last year so I definitely haven’t read every zutara fic out there but I have noticed a lot of fics do tend to have Katara being the one comforting and supporting Zuko. It’s not inherently wrong of course, it’s just in the grand scheme of things in fiction woc are often cast as eternal caretakers and confidants in fiction:

“How characters of color are portrayed in fanworks, especially fanfiction, is worse than the actual films. They are portrayed as supportive, almost invisible understudies. Any characteristics which they possess in the [MCU] films are stripped and given to other white characters. It is not only erasure. It’s a theft of identity.

Characters of color are positioned within storylines to support the main, white characters. Even within the slash biracial pairings, the character of color is underdeveloped and in a position of servitude within the relationship.”

TheNavyLanguage, Fansplaining

As the quote above points out this honestly happens in a lot of fandoms. I’ve read fanfic for books, movies, tv shows, and comics and I can’t help but notice that in fics the writers often have the non-white character or-- if neither character is white--the darker skinned character being the care-taker, the bodyguard, or the person who is performing all the emotional labor. It’s not inherently wrong to have a character of color have a nurturing personality, you just have to remember that since Black and brown folks have been saddled with narrative after narrative where we exist to serve leaning into dynamics where the non-white or darker skinned character is providing all the emotional support and getting very little in return has some unfortunate implications.

It’s not better if instead of being defined as the avatar’s girl, Katara’s the fire lord’s girl. Part of the appeal of zutara for me is the idea that Katara could lay down some of her burdens and get some much needed support. I always imagine she’d have some major issues after the war.

"i always just felt like he needed it more bc he was abused and kataras better at dealing with feelings and she's good at taking care of people."

I’m going to push back against that statement. Yes, Katara didn't grow up in an abusive household but she has pain and trauma of her own. In fact I’d argue that her believing it’s her job to take care of everyone is rooted in her trauma. Katara needs support and care just as much as anyone else does.

Having read a lot of fics revolving around abuse victims in different fandoms I’ve observed that if fans feel a character’s trauma wasn’t properly addressed in canon, they’ll give them a lot of TLC in fics. But again, reducing the non-white or darker-skinned character to a glorified therapist has some implications.

I feel like the Fire Lady Katara headcanon's been talked to death so long-story short, it’s not inherently racist but it can problematic if it's not clear that Katara is Katara of the Water Tribe wherever she lives. Fics and art where her crown has a crescent moon, she wears blue, or Zuko wears blue when she's in red are the executions I'm fondest of.

When in doubt just listen when poc talk about uncomfortable trends in the fandom. Give fansplaining’s episodes on fandom racism a listen here, here, and here. And very loosely quoting my favorite professor just remember that if a marginalized person says they’re distrustful of a group of people or institution it usually happens after a lot of bad experiences. Don’t center your own comfort and hurt feelings.

“If we truly believe in fandom’s progressive credentials, then perhaps it is necessary for us to listen to critiques that make us uncomfortable rather than those that keep arguing that the status quo is perfectly acceptable—even as there is plenty of evidence to the contrary. Perhaps then we will be able to come at these, yes, these very complex and nuanced discussions with the type of openness and good faith that is required for them to succeed, rather than approaching them with hostility.”

-Rukmini Pande, Fansplaining

#asked and answered #zutara #katara #atla fandom crit #fandom racism

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kayluh1915 · 3 years

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More Than Anything

Words: 3,813

Pairing(s): Pedro Pascal/Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ Only!

While enjoying a long awaited drink, you find yourself entertained by the young bartender with horrible jokes. Pedro, however, doesn't see the humor in the situation.

DISCLAIMER

This fic is a part of my "Pedro y su Abeja🐝" series. You don't have to read the previous stories to understand this one, but they're there if anyone would like to give them a glance with your peepers. I write them as a reader insert, but they can also be read as an original character. It's up to you.

Follow me on Twitter, Instagram, and TikTok if you'd like. I'm pretty boring but I try. You can also checkout my Pedro Pascal Masterlist if you'd like to read some more Pedro works by me.

Enjoy!

Read on AO3

Additional Warnings: Daddy kink, dom/sub undertones, oral sex (female receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, vaginal sex, and creampie.

London was beautiful.

Maybe a bit too cold for your tastes, but beautiful nonetheless.

It was your first time ever in the city… actually, it was your first time out of the States period. You always loved to travel, but never had the time or the money to invest in it. So, being in a new city and a new country was extremely exciting.

Big Ben was gorgeous, the London Eye was romantic, and Buckingham Palace was elegant. So many new and exciting sights all around you and yet your only focus was on Pedro, holding on tightly to his arm as he escorted you down the red carpet.

“Okay?” He asked, turning his attention towards you for a moment. You smiled up at him and nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear as you did so. The red carpet still made you incredibly uncomfortable, but you had gotten better at it since Oscar night. It’s not something you enjoy, but you didn’t mind it as long as Pedro was there for you to follow and hold onto.

“After I finish presenting, we can head to the afterparty if you want. There’s really no need to stay if you’re not feeling it.” He offered once you were finally away from the blinding cameras.

“That sounds great, actually. I could use a drink."

"Yeah? What're you feeling?" You pondered for a moment.

"Honestly, I'm not really sure. Maybe something with vodka or bourbon."

"Bourbon, huh? Are you homesick?" You scoffed playfully and rolled your eyes with your tongue stuck out at him, earning a deep chuckle as he placed a kiss on your temple.

He teases you about that every time bourbon is brought up.

After the usual press interviews and greetings with Pedro’s peers, you were finally able to take your seats, getting as close to him as possible while he draped his arm across the back of your seat.

Before meeting Pedro, you loved award shows. It was an excuse to get off your ass with friends and shit on the biased bastards who clearly chose the winners on other criteria besides which film had been best crafted.

Now, you fucking hated them. Having to sit still in a seat and listen to these rich snobs drone on and on about nothing important for hours on end with no booze or idiotic friends to laugh with made it damn near unbearable for you. Pedro knew this and picked up on your fidgeting about 40 minutes into the show. He placed his hand on your bouncing knee, gently rubbing his thumb over it.

"You can go on to the party if you want, Abeja. I still have a bit before my presentation and I know how restless you get with these things.” You shook your head, going back to bouncing your knee, but a bit gentler this time.

“Nah. I want to stay here with you and show my support.” He chuckled.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me and you know that." A split second of silence fell between you as you weighed your options, but he wasn't having it.

"Go. Have a drink and loosen up a bit. I’ll come find you after I present and we can watch the clip together on YouTube later.”

Normally, you wouldn’t listen to him and would tough it out. Pedro lit up like a kid on Christmas anytime he was on camera and you loved to see it, but he was right. The video of him presenting would be on YouTube within minutes of it being aired so you’d still be able to see it.

"... Okay. I have my phone if you want me to come back." You offered.

"Alright. I’ll see you in a bit, honey." You exchanged a quick kiss, bunched your dress up in both hands, and nearly booked it out of the theatre, more than happy to finally be away from all the formal shit.

You were the first one at the party, rushing over the bartender and ordering some Jim Beam and Coke. Pretty basic, but it was just something to get you started.

"Your accent is lovely." The bartender complimented as he slid your drink to you.

"Oh, this ugly thing?" You gestured to your vocal chords. "I respectfully disagree, but thank you. I’d much rather have one like yours. Sounds much nicer than deep fried hick." The young man laughed, resting his elbow on the bar.

"Where you from?" You took a sip of the concoction before answering.

"Kentucky. Born and raised." The bartender looked at your drink and then back at you.

"You're not a little homesick are ya?" He asked, gesturing to your drink. You groaned, rolling your eyes and laying your head on the bar.

"Why does everyone ask me that? I just like bourbon, okay?" The bartender laughed again as you took another sip.

"Yes ma'am. I apologize. I'm Brice." He held his hand out for you to shake. You did, giving him your name in return. "So, this your first time in the UK?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The afterparty had a lot more people now, the three drinks you've had relaxing you and tinting your cheeks blush red. It wasn't enough for you to ditch your filter, but it did make you quite giggly.

Brice especially found your giggle fits endearing. He had been talking to you the entire time you’d been there, only leaving to serve the other guests before coming back over to you. He'd lean on the marble bar as you spoke and he started telling you bad jokes just to get you to giggle. He seemed like a pretty cool dude.

"Can I ask you something?" He asked, watching you closely as you down your shot of whiskey. You put the glass back on the bar with a clank, letting out a sigh as you felt the liquor run warm down to your stomach.

"Sure. What's on your mind?" You answer. Brice takes the glass from you and washes it quickly, drying it off with a towel as he seems to ponder on how to say what he's about to say.

"You know, you're pretty awesome and I would love to get to know you better away from all of this." He started, gesturing around the party atmosphere. "So, I was wondering if you would like to exchange phone numbers? Maybe socials as well?"

Ah Lord. You were nowhere near drunk enough to deal with this shit. Brice seemed like a cool guy, but you didn't think you were coming off that way and immediately felt terrible for leading him on. You opened your mouth to say… something. You weren't really sure, but it was going to be better than dumbass silence. However, you didn't even get a word out before you felt a familiar hand on your back and Pedro’s voice right by your ear.

Perfect. Just in time to be used as a gentle decline.

"There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you." You spun around to come face to face with Pedro, your face instantly lighting up as soon as you saw him. He looked you over with a smile, noticing your flushed cheeks and drunken giggles.

"I see you've had your drink." You nodded, holding up four fingers. "Oh, four. Excuussse me."

Pedro looked over to Brice and ordered his own drink. He noticed that the young man had a melancholy look to him, his blue eyes shifting right back to you as soon as he acknowledged his drink order.

"Is he bothering you?" Pedro whispered, not taking his eyes off of the bartender as he made his drink. You gasped, pretending to be offended.

"Nooooo! Brice would never!"

Pedro wasn't usually a jealous man, but something about the current situation was making his blood boil. He concealed it well and thanked "Brice" when he handed him his drink.

"I'm going to go say hi to some friends. You wanna come with me?" You groaned, not really wanting to put your formal face back on, but your desire to be around Pedro as much as possible outweighed all of it.

“Fiiinnee. I’m not talking, though.” He held his hand out for you to take, helping you down from the bar stool before placing his hand on your lower back. He gave the bartender one last glance, trying his best not to feel the pride swell in his chest when he saw how devastated the poor guy looked.

About an hour had passed when you returned to the bar for another drink, Brice apologizing for being forward as he slid you your shot.

“I didn’t know you were with someone. I’m sorry.” You fanned your hand at him, downing your shot in one go.

“It’s no big deal. I didn’t say anything so you couldn’t have known. For what it’s worth, I think you're an awesome dude and would love to exchange socials with you. You have a discord?” Brice’s eyes lit up as he nodded, grabbing a pen and paper to write his username on.

After exchanging little scraps of paper, you continued chatting with him and ended up getting giggly again from the shot. Brice noticed and started telling his horrible jokes again, but your drunk ass still found them fucking hilarious. You were still sober enough to keep the filter, but you were talking and laughing pretty loudly.

Brice was in the middle of a joke when you felt Pedro’s large and warm hand wrap around your upper arm. You melted into him with a fit of giggles, Pedro laughing at how cute you were as he brushed a few strands of hair out of your eyes.

"C'mon, honey. I think it's time for us to turn in." Pedro said, a groan leaving your lips.

"Let Brice finish this last joke and then I'll come okay?"

This time, Pedro didn't hide his rage, looking up at Brice with the most intimidating look he could muster while he had you drunk in his arms. It definitely worked, the poor dude shrinking in on himself as his eyes widened with fear.

"A-actually I'll send it to you on Discord, okay? I think you should go with your boyfriend." Brice stuttered out, clearly intimidated by your sweet teddy bear which you found hilarious. So hilarious that you didn't even question why he was angry in the first place.

Pedro was satisfied with Brice's answer and deep down felt terrible for being such an asshole, turning his attention back to you leaning on him and still giggling.

"C'mon, Abeja. Let's go."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The door to your shared hotel room had barely shut before Pedro had you cornered, his eyes dark and the smell of his cologne dancing under your nostrils. You had sobered up a bit on the drive back to the hotel and was starting to feel tired.

You whine pitifully, mildly upset that he was keeping you from your plans of peaceful dreams.

"What is it, P? M'tired." You groaned. Pedro scoffed above you.

"Am I not enough for you?" He growled. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion and look up at him.

"Huh? What're you tal-"

"Is this old man not enough for your little pussy? Huh?" You froze and swallowed hard, now understanding where he was going with this and you very much liked it, your exhaustion instantly forgotten.

"N-no… You're perfect." He chuckled darkly, leaning down to trail his lips gently over your neck. You moaned quietly, feeling his stubble tickle your sensitive skin.

"Really? Then why would you waste your time with that... boy?”

Ooohhhh. Brice.

"He-he was just being friendly. He seemed like a pretty cool guy an-"

Pedro interrupted you by slamming you against the door, pinning your wrists to the cold steel as he got close to you, his lips only inches away from yours.

"You have no idea what you'd be missing." He snarled, your pussy clenching hard from just his words and voice alone.

"... Show me, then.”

Pedro growls low in his throat and pushes you harder into the door, now holding both of your wrists in his left hand as he caresses your face and lifts his knee up to your clothed cunt.

"Gonna fuck you so good. Your young little pussy won't be able to take it all." You whined quietly, grinding yourself down onto his knee.

"Please..." Pedro's breath hitched, his grip tightening on your wrists.

"See, look at you... You're already coming apart and I've only given you my knee. That boy wouldn't even get you this close with his inexperience. Only I know exactly what you need." You were squirming at this point, your juices already starting to soak through your panties.

"Please, Daddy… Please..." You begged as he pressed his knee even harder into your dripping heat.

"Patience, my sweet Abeja. Daddy will give you everything soon."

He jerked your wrists forward, pulling you close as he let go of his hold to grab your ass and hoist you up. You quietly squeaked in surprise, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he quickly carried you over to the bed. He threw you down on it, the springs protesting lightly from the sudden weight as Pedro began to strip.

He almost had his undershirt unbuttoned when you sat up and tried to unzip your dress, but he stopped you by pinning your wrists to the mattress.

“Only Daddy’s allowed to take that dress off, baby girl.” You whined, another gush soaking your already damp panties.

He let go of your wrists again and continued to undress, looking over your body hungrily as he did so.

“I bet you’re soaked already, aren’t you, pretty girl?” You nodded rubbing your thighs together as your pussy clenched again. He parted your legs and haphazardly lifted your dress. He groaned at the sight of your heather gray panties darkening in color as your arousal continued to seep.

The stylist had highly advised you to wear sexy underwear with the dress, but you didn't care. You'd take comfort over looks anyday and Pedro didn't seem to have a problem with your choice of underwear.

He took his right pointer finger and ran it gently over the darkening patch, the bulge in his boxers twitching and somehow getting harder.

"Fuck, look at you. So shameless." He wraps his arms around your legs and pulls you to the side of the bed while getting down on his knees. You impatiently began to fidget, knowing exactly what he was doing. He pulled your panties aside, the sight of your glistening pussy spurring him on as he yanked you closer and licked you from your opening to your throbbing clit.

“Daddy…” You sighed, your hands instantly tangling in his hair. Pedro groaned, the vibrations and his facial hair feeling heavenly. He wrapped his arms around your thighs and threw them over his shoulders, pulling you even closer and pressing the pads of his fingers into your smooth skin.

“MMmmmm.” You whined, the sudden movement causing your pussy to clench around nothing. You spared a glance down to Pedro. You could only see his eyes, but that was more than enough, his dark chocolate orbs staring up at you with a dizzying mixture of adoration and lust.

Pedro loved how wreaked you looked, your mouth hung open and your eyes hooded. He took pride that he was the one making you feel this way, knowing that he was the only one who got to see you like this.

He’d had plans on taking his time with you, slowly bringing you to one orgasm after another with his tongue, fingers, and cock; but the sight of you losing yourself just on his tounge alone drove him crazy and he grew impatient.

He pulled away from you too soon for your liking, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal as he yanked off your underwear in one swoop. He discarded his boxers as he stood up, pinning you to the bed as he drug the head of his cock through your slick folds a few times.

“You’re mine, understand?” You nodded quickly, wanting so desperately for him to get on with it. “Say it.”

“I-I’m yours, Daddy… Please….” You begged.

“Please what?” Your mind was so fuzzy with arousal, that you could barely process the words he was saying, let alone compose some of your own, but Pedro wasn’t having it. He grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked it, the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure only making your neediness worse.

“Answer me.”

“Fuck me!” You whined, your voice hoarse and weak, but still loud enough for him to get the message. Pedro let go of your hair and caressed your face, the gentle gesture a far cry from how he’d pulled your hair barley seconds ago.

“Good girl.” When he finally pushed himself in, you both made noises of pleasure, Pedro wasting no time. "God, you feel so good, baby." He groaned, starting to thrust into you faster. Though you both were inpatient and did very little foreplay, you were still absolutely soaked.

“You hear that?” He gruffed, his facial hair tickling your jaw as the sounds of your wet pussy squelched almost musically. “That boy could never get you this wet. You’d probably have to- fuck- have to use lube just to get started.”

You were already close. It’d been a hot minute since you’ve seen each other, your music classes revving up for concert season and his schedule getting booked by the day. It was hard to be away from one another for so long, but this… this made it worthwhile. No toy or vibrator could ever top the way Pedro made you feel.

"Pedro…" You groaned.

"That's it. Scream Daddy's name, baby girl. Show the boys who you belong to."

His cock repeatedly rubbing against your g-spot sent waves of tingling pleasure all throughout your lower half, the intensity of it building higher and higher as he continued.

"Don't stop, Daddy. Please don't stop." You whined, your voice getting higher as your orgasm grew closer.”

"Cum on Daddy's cock, Abeja. Let him feel you drip." Like a rubber band being pulled too tight, you snapped, your back arching off the bed and your toes curling. It hit you hard, your pussy drenching his cock and throbbing relentlessly with wave after wave of chilling pleasure.

“Mmm, Daddy’s gonna cum, baby girl. Whe-where do you want it?” He panted, his movements slowing for a few seconds while he waited on your answer.

“Inside…” You whined, your orgasm still wreaking havoc as he sped back up.

“Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna… gonna…” He thrust his cock into you one last time, his own orgasm tearing through him with the same intensity as yours. The feeling of his cum warming your insides and his throbbing cock brought you to the peak for a second time. It wasn’t very intense, but getting filled up always made your orgasm even if they’re small.

Pedro collapsed onto you, his lips colliding with yours in a slow, passionate kiss. You laid your head back with a sigh on pleasure, Pedro chasing after you to gently kiss and nibble at your chin.

“I know you like me to stay in for a bit after we finish, but can we please make an exception this time? My back is killing me in this position.” You snorted.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking old.” Pedro pulled out slowly, the feeling of his cum seeping out dazing you again for a moment. He smugly smirked at the sight, his hand gently caressing your upper thigh as he watched it trail down your folds.

“You weren't complaining about it earlier.”

A little later, you were laying on Pedro’s chest as he played with your hair, both of you just enjoying each other's company and the silence after a night of constant noise.

"Since when do you get jealous?" You finally asked, breaking the peace as his hand stilled in your hair.

"M'not… not usually anyway." You traced small circles on his chest for a moment.

"What was so different this time?" He sighed deeply, the silence returning as he thought of an answer.

“I dunno. I guess I just…” He sighed again, running a hand through his hair.

“There’s just... so many people out there… people who have their entire lives ahead of them, who doesn’t have back pain, who doesn’t have gray hair and wrinkles, and who doesn’t sound like rice crispies in the morning and…” He paused, his arms tightening around you.

“... Someone who has the time to give you all the attention you deserve. I feel so guilty knowing that I can’t wake you up with breakfast every morning, that I have to leave you alone for months and months at a time, and that you have to face so much scrutiny because of my age. When I saw you with Brice, you looked so happy and it made me think of all the things that I can’t give you…”

He was choking up at this point, his eyes glassy and brimming with tears. You sat up a bit to face him, your hand caressing his face and gently scratching his facial hair as you stared into his watery eyes.

“Pedro… don’t say things like that. You are more than enough for me. You’re so kind and smart and oh so sweet. You’ll come take care of me when I’m sick, you respect me and treat me as my own person, you spoil me even though I beg you not to, and you love me for who I am.” Pedro sniffled as you rested your forehead atop his.

“You are hands down the most amazing man I’ve ever met and no amount of scrutiny, grey hair, or rice crispy joints is going to change that. You may think that you can’t give me everything, but you give me more than enough and I love you more than anything on this Earth.”

Pedro smiled a small smile, bringing up his left hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and caress your jaw as a tear fell down his cheek.

“I don’t deserve you…” He whispered. You wiped the tear away with your thumb and leaned down to kiss him for a bit.

"That, and you're such a DILF. I mean, did you see yourself in Narcos?" He laughed, wiping his eyes with his wrist as he got up to take a shower.

"Alright, bye. Your fangirl's coming out." You got up as well, hoping to finally take off that stupid dress and join him.

“You know you love it.” His arms suddenly wrap around you from behind, his lips pressing gentle kisses on your shoulders.

“More than anything.”

#my fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro y su abeja #more than anything

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heliads · 2 years

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Slept from 4pm until now (almost 3am) and missed my evening medicine, I hope it won't be a problem that I took them now 😅 I also missed dinner and they were on my kitchen counter since 5pm... but the food was packed in a box so I guess it's still safe to eat if I microwave it. I don't have any food of my own because I didn't prepare of getting sick obviously and I haven't eaten properly since Thursday since everything comes up within an hour from eating. I hope this time it won't come up, I start to get sick of not being able to eat anything 😫

Yeah, it's super hard if not impossible to make Kaz feel JUST like Leigh has created him as he's a super complex character who has a lot of secrets he doesn't tell anyone else than the person who reads the book, not even Inej, but turning the wheel in a complete opposite way is just... making the writer seem so lazy and their fics mostly unlikable, finding only others who like Kaz being OOC and a soft puppy and those people aren't very common. I've seen some of those writers complaining about the lack of notes in their Kaz pieces too (as they get about 10-20 likes, usually no reblogs or replies, compared to most of in character Kaz fics that get dozens of even hundreds of likes, a few reblogs and sometimes replies too) and when I see them, I kinda want to send them an ask suggesting that they should try writing a Kaz fic which actually is in character, where Kaz seems cold and calculating but it's still seen that he holds deep affection for the reader even though it doesn't show up to anyone else, they just have this unspeakable bond which, for example, could show in how Y/N is spending time at his office while he works and they exchange glances at each other every once in a while. Or the trope of Nina teasing him about his heartbeat and Kaz is frustrated about it because he doesn't want to admit his feelings to anyone, not to himself and definitely not to others because he's afraid of having a weakness but the reason why I haven't done that is because I once saw one of them getting critique about it and a couple of other things (last year), they thanked the criticizer and promised to do better and ta-da, nothing changed. Some of their newer pieces are even worse now tbh in terms of Kaz being this touch-starved whimpering puppy.

Yeah sure it would be nice to feel him cup your cheek and pressing a gentle kiss on your lips and know you're the person he cares about the most, but in order to Kaz get into that point with ANYONE, even his s/o, would mean he's somewhat comfortable with touch with others too, at the very least with people he trusts. Maybe not that comfortable what he is with his s/o, but he likely wouldn't get spooked about Jesper tapping his shoulder without a warning as he leaves the bar counter after chatting with him or his bartender handing him a drink and their fingers brushing together. He wouldn't necessarily enjoy it, but at least he would easily be able to keep the waters at bay. Y/N being the only one who can do anything with him, cuddle with him, kissing him, having sex with him while the littlest of touches from anyone else still makes him freak out is just so unrealistic and cringy. Trauma won't leave just with one person. It may be easier with that one person than others because he trusts that one person more than others but in any case, the Power of Love isn't some miracle medicine which heals all his problems 🙄

If you absolutely HAVE to have "affectionate" touch from Kaz, it should be like Kaz pulling the reader to safety from gunfire and out of necessity, has to hold Y/N against his chest to keep them safe (as they both won't fit behind the cover otherwise, I doubt Kaz would do that if he didn't care about Y/N that much). But like... reader escaping from kidnappers and Kaz immediately tackling them for a hug/pulling them in and crying against their shoulder while mumbling "I love you, I love you, I love you" and reader has to soothe him (made that up from my own, used the same example in my rant). Like canonly, (in my opinion) that situation could go that Y/N escapes and Jesper, Nina, Inej and Wylan group hug them and Kaz just looks at the scene, relieved but planning for a revenge for those who kidnapped you, asking who was it. Reader would tell and maybe also say that they killed a lot of them while escaping, and then maybe reader's eyes meet his and they exchange small smiles to show hidden affection (even if the Crows are aware that Kaz and Y/N have something going on or they date, I don't think Kaz would immediately be buzzing around Y/N being like "OMG ARE YOU HURT WHO KIDNAPPED YOU AAAAHHH", or alternatively, in a less affectionate piece (and slightly more in character imo), he would growl "who was it" and immediately make his way to his office to prepare the revenge, which also shows his deep affection for the reader and oddly makes readers of that piece smile and feel good because they know Kaz won't love anyone very easily and if he does fall for someone, they must be someone who he thinks is very special for him = people squeal).

(Partly copypasted this from my previous rant because I wanna show an example how affectionate touch could be presented in Kaz x readers) I've personally considered a short piece where basically, reader is dating Kaz and is worried about him/the Crows because they have been on a heist for a lot longer than usual, reader stays up waiting for them after everyone else has gone to sleep and when they finally come back, reader feels so excited and relieved about it after going through a hundred horror scenarios of what could have happened that she kinda forgets about Kaz's phobia and throws herself into his arms, he stiffens up and reader immediately lets go, profusely apologizing and says she was just so worried about him and after gathering himself, Kaz says he understands, nods at her or something. Aka he doesn't flip out, maybe he's a bit shaken because he hadn't prepared for the reader to lunge in for a hug but he still understands and maybe even feels slightly warm inside to know that the reader cares about him so much that she was climbing along the walls not knowing if he's dead or something?? Imo little signs of affection from him, even if wordless and just telling the fic reader how he feels about you (even if you in the fic/Y/N won't hear it) make it so much better because you can actually see him do that = your heart swells = you squeal and love the piece.

I'm just turning every OOC request down tbh 😅 Sometimes it isn't easy though, a while ago I got a super nice anon who praised my writing first and then proceeded to request an OOC Kaz request (the OOC part was that he was jealous of Jesper and kissed the reader to show who she belongs to), I felt so bad turning it down. I mean, the jealousy part was ok but the kiss + the thing of "showing who Y/N belongs to" didn't sit right by me. Imo nobody belongs to anyone and fics where Kaz is like "you're mine, you no longer are allowed to hug your friends because everyone should know you're my property and mine alone" make me stop reading immediately because yikes... that's toxic as hell.

Words of affection like "I can't believe you're mine" are ok and cute even but your partner forbidding you from interacting with anyone else because they're just so damn jealous that they aren't able to touch their s/o because of their trauma is just... 🤢 Yeah it surely feels shitty when they see Jesper having an arm around my shoulders as we joke around or me having fallen asleep against Nina's shoulder when they know they aren't ready to do stuff like that but at least I love hugs and affection and if my boyfriend, even if it was Kaz, would forbid me from showing or receiving physical affection to/from anyone anymore, I would likely get super pissed at him and eventually leave him if he really wouldn't understand why such orders hurt my feelings big time.

I wrote this for 1½ hours, it's now over 4:20am 😂

the sheer catharsis i feel upon reading your words is indescribable. exactly!! i'm not saying fic writers have to jump through hoops trying to perfectly fit every facet of a character's personality into their fics, but you have to at least try, you know? i remember i once did a kaz brekker soulmate au, a literal soulmate au, and at the end all that happened was that they agreed to talk on the matter later. they might have grazed hands once, but that was it. nothing more.

look, i understand the ooc requests, too. it's so fun to imagine someone in kaz's setting who would be okay with the more public displays of affection, but once you do that, it's not kaz anymore. same reason you can't have, like, a harry potter fic where harry potter is insistent on taking you around to meet his parents. it just doesn't work at all, and is really weird to even think about.

mainly, it's frustrating because i feel like people are annoyed if i don't take their requests, but i answer most everything i get! if i don't take a request, there's probably a reason lol.

#our tea spilling session is quite enjoyable i have to admit #not writing

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lem-20 · 3 years

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Desire and regret

Summary: It's the day after the night before. How are Sienna and Jackie feeling about their new years eve kisses?

Book/Pairing: Open heart, Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Cecilia Gibson), Bryce x Sienna, Jackie x Gary (😂)

Category/Rating: Fluff/ Teen

Warnings: Mentions being drunk

Word Count: 2100

Disclaimer: Characters owned by Pixelberry

A/N: I hadn't planned on writing this fic, but felt that my New Years Eve fic needed a follow up. Read it here or if you don't fancy reading it, the general gist is that Sienna kissed Bryce at midnight and Jackie kissed Gary.

Apologies for the boring header picture, I'm not feeling 100% today and just couldn't be bothered 😆

New years day

Beep, beep, beep, beep.

Cecilia fumbled around trying to find her phone to switch off the alarm. The sound was most unwelcome, as a wave of tiredness washed over her.

After managing to silence the noise, she rolled over to find Ethan looking at her, bleary eyed.

"Morning," he mumbled with a smile.

"Morning," she replied leaning across to press a kiss to his lips.

"I thought you weren't starting work until midday today? It's only..." he glanced at his clock, "...8am."

"I know, but I need to go and get some fresh clothes before I start. I can't exactly rock up at the hospital in my clothes from last night. As much as I would fully enjoy flaunting the fact I had spent the night with you, I don't think it looks very professional," she replied with a smirk.

"Hmm, I suppose you have a point," he chuckled.

She thought about mentioning keeping some clothes at his apartment, but then reminded herself that such a suggestion could only be followed by a conversation about their future after the hospital closure, and that wasn't something she wanted to be thinking about right now. She didn't want anything to taint the memory of the night of passion they had just shared.

She sat up and slowly swung her legs out of the bed, before letting out a groan.

"You okay?" Ethan asked, placing his hand on her bare back. "Hangover?"

"No, I didn't drink that much last night. Other than the champagne, I only had a glass of wine." She turned to face him. "My aches and pains are from what happened once we got back here," she grinned.

"I would say I'm sorry, but I enjoyed it way too much to have any regrets," he said with a sly smile.

"Oh no, it was definitely worth it," she giggled before grimacing. "But put it this way, I'll be getting constant reminders of it all day."

"I'm sure you'll feel much better after a hot shower," he said, trying to comfort her.

"Yeah, probably. I just wish that was something you could be a part of, but I really should head home."

"Okay, I'll get ready quickly. I may as well head straight to the hospital after I've dropped you off."

***

30 minutes later, they pulled up outside Cecilia's apartment building.

"Thank you for last night, I really enjoyed it." There were so many things unsaid, but she pushed them to the back of her mind as she tried to enjoy her last moments alone with him, not knowing when the next chance would be.

"So did I, immensely." He pressed a soft lingering kiss to her lips, before they reluctantly parted.

"I'll see you later," she said with a hint of sadness as she started to get out of the car.

"I hope the others aren't suffering too much today," he said.

Her mood lifted slightly as she thought back to the kisses they had witnessed the night before. "Yes, it's going to be an interesting day," she smiled, before making her way towards the building.

***

She quietly opened the door to the apartment, knowing that her friends had also arranged to start their shifts later in the day. The silence she was met with told her that they were all still in bed.

She took the opportunity to make herself a coffee and enjoy the silence before the inevitably busy day ahead.

After about 10 minutes Sienna's door creaked open. Cecilia turned to say good morning to her, but instead came face to face with Bryce.

"Oh, hi Bryce," she said, trying to contain a smile.

"Cecilia, hi," he replied, looking uncharacteristically sheepish.

Sienna came out of her room after hearing her voice. "Cecilia. I didn't hear you come in..." a blush crept up her cheeks.

"I was trying to be quiet, I didn't want to disturb anyone," she smirked.

"This isn't what it looks like," Sienna defended.

Bryce looked at Sienna and she widened her eyes at him. "No, not at all," he added, turning back to face Cecilia.

"Oookay." She looked back and forth between the two of them, taking great pleasure in seeing how awkward they were both acting.

Bryce grabbed his jacket, "I'd better get out of here, my shift is starting soon and we all know they couldn't possibly cope without me. Bye Cecilia." Sienna walked him towards the door and he gave her a peck on the cheek before leaving.

Once the door was shut, Sienna turned slowly to face her friend.

"Not what it looks like you say?" Cecilia teased.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting to see you. I didn't really want to talk about it in front of Bryce, you know how cocky he can be. I didn't sleep with him though, well...we didn't go all the way anyway."

"It's okay Sienna, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"No, it's fine. You're my best friend, who else am I going to talk about it to." She sat herself next to Cecilia on the couch. "I've never done anything like that before. I'd usually have at least a couple of dates with some one before doing anything, you know, sexual."

"It's not like Bryce is a stranger though is it. You've known him quite a long time now."

"I know, but I've never looked at him in that way before, the whole thing is a bit out of the blue."

"How are you feeling about it? Was this just a one off, or are you going to see where things go?"

"I honestly don't know. I'm not sure if I see Bryce as boyfriend material, he's a bit of a player isn't he. Although, he was really sweet last night. After we...did stuff, we talked for ages. I've never really spent time with him like that before. To be honest, I really enjoyed the whole night." She started to giggle.

"What's so funny?"

"He's, umm, really good with his hands."

"Yeah..." Cecilia chuckled, as she momentarily thought back to their housewarming party.

"Oh crap, I completely forgot you and he had a thing. Oh god, is this really awkward for you?"

"No, not at all. I enjoyed the time I spent with Bryce, but it didn't last long because I had feelings for Ethan."

Sienna nodded with relief.

"Look, I know you think he's a player and yeah, he is flirty and he's had casual relationships, but don't let that put you off him. During the time we spent together, he made me feel really special and as a friend he makes me feel really special, he's been there for me on so many occasions. He's a really sweet guy Si."

"Yeah, I know. I just need some time to think about it. Since Danny died I haven't really looked at anyone in that way...it just feels a bit strange. Bryce may not even want this to go any further anyway."

"Well, that would be his loss, you're a total babe," she giggled. "You deserve to be happy Sienna, whether that's with Bryce or someone else, or on your own."

"Thanks Cecilia," she said, wrapping her arms around her. "Did you have a good time with Ethan? I got so distracted that I didn't really see much of anyone else after midnight."

"Yeah, we had a really great night," she smiled. "Did you see Jackie at all last night?"

"Not much. I know she got a cab home around one. Bryce made sure she got in there okay, she was pretty wasted."

"Oh, that's good then." The lack of shock over Jackie's unexpected kiss with Gary obviously meant that Sienna hadn't seen it happening.

"Is she still in asleep?"

"Yeah, we might have to wake her up soon, and the others."

As if she had heard what they were saying, Jackie suddenly came bounding out of her bedroom, fully dressed.

"Oh hey Jackie."

"Morning. Can't stop, I'm off to work."

"Oh, okay. I was going to make some breakfast, are you sure you don't want anything before you leave?" Sienna asked.

"No, it's okay. I'm going to grab a coffee on the way in, busy day ahead. See ya." And she was gone.

"Well, that was weird," said Sienna, turning to Cecilia.

"Yeah...she seemed very chirpy for someone who had a lot to drink last night."

"Yeah, but she doesn't tend to get a lot of hangovers does she. I meant, she was acting a bit odd."

"Yeah, I suppose," she shrugged, before quickly trying to change the subject. "I'd better get in the shower. See you in a bit."

***

Later on that day - several hours into her shift - Cecilia was on her way to the cafeteria for a quick break. She was walking down a corridor when she spotted Gary walking in the opposite direction, carrying a big bunch of flowers. With a strong suspicion as to who they were meant for, she waited for him to pass her, before quietly turning around and following him.

A few moments later, she noticed Jackie standing at a nurses station. She glanced up and spotted Gary walking towards her, her eyes widened at the sight. After a quick look around to make sure no one was looking, she shoved Gary into an empty examination room.

Cecilia crept over to the door and stood as closely as possible, so she could listen through the slightly ajar door.

"What are you doing Gary?" Jackie demanded.

"Bringing you flowers."

"Why?"

"Because you're beautiful Jackie and I had a really great time with you last night."

"Eurgh, don't mention last night and it's Dr. Varma to you," she snapped.

"I was hoping to take you on a date Dr. Varma," he said, with hope in his voice.

"No, no, no. Never in million years. I was wasted last night and apparently made the most questionable decision of my life. Why would I ever go out with you. I can't even..." She threw her hands up in disgust, before storming towards the door.

Cecilia didn't have time to move out of the way before Jackie was standing before her.

"Were you listening to that?" she barked.

"Umm...yes."

Jackie sighed in despair.

"But, I already knew what happened last night. Ethan and I saw you kissing."

"Well, that's just great. Does anybody else know?"

"I don't think so. No one said anything at home this morning and I haven't heard anything being said here today."

"Well, that's one good thing I suppose."

"If you're so angry about it, why'd you do it?" Cecilia asked cautiously.

"I don't know. I was drunk, he was there. Maybe I had a moment of temporary insanity."

"You were a bit harsh just now though, don't you think?"

"Really?! He thinks I want to date him now."

"I know, but you could have let him down a bit more gently. You still have to work with him for the next few months. Look how sad he is Jackie."

They both looked through the gap in the door to where Gary was standing with his head hung forward, flowers dangling by his side.

Jackie let out a loud sigh. "I suppose." She made her way back into the room.

"Gary, look, I'm sorry for how I reacted just now. The flowers are lovely," she said reaching out to take them from his hand. "You just took me by surprise, that's all."

He looked up at her, hope creeping back onto his face.

"But," she said abruptly. "I can't date you. You're my intern and it wouldn't be appropriate. Sorry."

"That's okay, I get it. We can still be friends though?"

"Yeah, sure. Why not," she said apathetically.

Gary obviously didn't notice her tone, as he beamed at her.

"Much better," Cecilia remarked as Jackie joined her outside the room.

Jackie rolled her eyes, while biting back a smile.

A moment later, Gary followed behind. Jackie stopped him, before he walked away.

"Gary, just so you know. Mention last night to anyone and I will kill you," he nodded compliantly, a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Very nice," Cecilia commented as Gary walked away.

"And the same goes for you," she smirked.

"Hey, I wouldn't dream of it," she replied with a chuckle.

Jackie walked over to the nurses station and plonked the flowers onto the desk in front of a couple of nurses.

"These are for you. Happy New Year."

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babycharmander · 3 years

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15, 18, 24?

15) why did you start writing?

Well... I mean, I've been telling stories for as long as I could talk? But I remember like... I first went online when I was 7, because my bro-in-law found a Yoshi fansite and showed it to me. I remember at some point running across the first fanfic I ever read, which was... a short fic about Yoshi eating pastries. Like, that was the entire fic, but it amazed me that people could just... write stories about my favorite character, so... why shouldn't I?

I remember verbally telling what was essentially fanfics for a while, but it wasn't until 3rd grade when I had a teacher who gave a weekly assignment for us to write a story, and on Friday we would stand before the class and read it. Eventually I started using that as an excuse to write Super Mario RPG fanfiction (specifically about Yoshi and Boshi and various others), and my teacher allowed it. (I tried writing Pokémon fanfiction for class too when that was new, but the teacher banned it because she couldn't comprehend it, haha. But she let us play Pokémon during recess even when the principal banned it so she was still cool in my book.)

Meanwhile, online, with my mom's help I submitted one of my Yoshi fanfics to a Mario fansite I enjoyed at the time. The webmaster actually published it, but made fun of the fanfic in his own description of it. (He later removed the mocking description, but the fic is still there.) A year-ish later I joined my first forum (with the username you see now!) and started RPing there, and went on to continue RPing and writing fanfic. I wrote my first iteration of A Light in the Darkness around this time--then a fanfic--and posted it on some forums that sadly no longer exist. Another version got posted to FFN when I was 13, and it... may have been my first fanfic posted to that site, I'm not sure. (It's not there anymore, though, so don't go looking for it.)

Uhhh... that's probably a longer answer than was needed, but yeah seriously I've been writing for the vast majority of my life. I can't not write. I think I would explode.

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

Answered in a previous ask!

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

Become an expert? No, definitely not. I HAVE done absurd amounts of research for fics (sometimes for stuff that doesn't even wind up staying in the fic anyway!), but I can't think of anything I've become an "expert" in as a result. Like, even just taking it to mean an exaggerated version of "learning a ridiculous amount of some random subject" I'm still not sure.

Like, I have done research on PTSD for various fics, and also researched schizophrenia when writing The Rodent and the Robot. Uhhh... OH, I did watch tutorials on soldering when writing A Few Repairs. XDXD;; I'm still not sure I got it totally accurate but, hey, I did research it! (... also that fic's prequel, A Little Test, had a weird instance of me making up crap and then finding out later I was right--specifically, having Wheatley see flashing colors when in pain--turns out that, uh, happens with machines when you mess with them when they're in operation, I found out later?? Wild.) I also did at least some research on broken bones for Neither Can You IIRC.

...OH GOSH I just remembered I also did research on lobotomies for a couple fanfics. Learned a lot of very upsetting stuff that way. x__o;

And uhhh... yeah, I think that covers that one? Gosh I know I've done research on more things than that but I'm seriously blanking on anything else...

#writing #bc answers nonsense

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thatblondeperson · 3 years

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Hi! I'm the girl who recommended "All I've Ever Known" from Hadestown from your most recent chapter, which, by the way, completely blew me away.

I wish I could send some of my own TimSteph thoughts/writing towards you, though I haven't done much. You are an excellent writer and I love your interpretations of both characters. They're so perfect together.

1. Do you have any fanfics concerning them coming after this one?

2. You have no idea how much it kills me that I have to wait 7 days to read another chapter. This fic should be CANON and no, I'm not joking.

3. Also, I recommend listening to Mr. Blue. It reminded me of Chapter 9 (was it?) when Steph said she was worried about Tim's mental health.

4. You said in Chapter 11 that you had a soft spot for Steph playing piano (that happened) and there would be more of "fun" Tim. Is it coming soon?

5. Have you seen Marcus To's art of TimSteph? They're so cute.

Again, so sorry for the long questions/responses. I just love TimSteph, which is weird, considering I'm not THAT big of a shipper and I'm more of a book fan than a comic book fan. I actually preferred DickKory when I got into the Batfam comics, and I still have them ranked high, but over time, these two grew on me. It was like, "Ooh, these guys are great BFFs! They can't get any better--"

Then I realized that they were dating, and the more and more I thought about it, THE MORE AND MORE IT MADE SENSE. I COULD WRITE A 10-PAGED PAPER ON WHY THEY WORK SOOOO WELL.

But IncoherentBabblings beat me to it with her incredible post on "Why TimSteph is Nice," and it's one of my favorite posts ever.

Hey hey!! Sorry, busy couple days at work!

I am so happy that you've been enjoying the fic!! I listened to the song and it's so so sweet!! I totally get the TimSteph vibes from it, where it's just the two of them clinging to each other in the face of everything else.

If you ever post anything lmk! I'm always happy to see more TimSteph content! You are too kind about my writing! I am just happy that I'm finishing my first multichapter fic like this. Never finished a big project before, honestly never thought it would happen.

1. I have a whole to-do list of little projects, god knows when anyone will see those. I'm drafting little things now that I'm winding down from FMWBTY. I am gonna be doing a collab project with @incoherentbabblings but we are just in the planning stages so far.

As far as with this fic, I would love to do a sequel to write the relationship more on this timeline, but we'll see! There's a lot more I'd like to cover, idk if it would be as long of a project. I do want to utilize Cass and Damian though, I want to bring them in since Cass is such an important person to Steph, and I'd love to see some forced bonding hilarity between Tim and Damian with Tim playing nice out of respect for Steph lol

2. lololol yeah I though a week would be a good amount of time in between chapters. It's better than waiting for me to write the chapters, I promise. I made my first draft of this thing in 2019!

3. I will listen to that too! It's on the list!

4. I use "fun" in an odd way. I'm trying to have Tim relax around Steph and act like himself again. He's kinda been battered by a lot of shit over the years, so he's kinda receded in on himself. I will drag him out a bit, but that's where a sequel would also be fun. Let him be a jokey, lovey dovey boyfriend for Steph.

5. Love Marcus! Hope to be able to commission a TimSteph piece from him someday. I do wish that she was drawn with more wavy, kind of untamed hair, since I just like the idea that Steph has this super thick hair. But his art is literally always stunning, such clean line work and I like that he doesn't draw the men too bulky, and that the women aren't oversexualized.

Long questions are fine! I think a lot of us started with DickKory in the form of RobStar in the Teen Titans TV show, that was definitely one of my first major ships, and it was a painfully wonderful slowburn. Wonder where I latched onto that trope? 🤣🤣🤣

Idk when I hopped onto TimSteph. I think I just latched on after I started reading Tim because their dynamic was so fun and sweet. And then fandom, cuz when I joined there weren't so many antis and Steph haters. Truly sad to see now.

Thank you thank you THANK YOU for all your support!! I definitely plan to keep writing TimSteph while I still have ideas! ❤💜

#personal #ask tbp #timsteph

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meda-crow · 4 years

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Okay, I've just got a thought (actually, I got it quite long ago) and I want to... well, share it now, I suppose. (My English is bad, bad, bad. 😂) So, James and Elizabeth. And the couple they... don't make at all.

Wait a moment. I have nothing against Norribeth. I've read really great fics about them, and I loved it, and I truly admire 'Redemption's Promise' by norrington-hell 'cause it's one of my favorite fics. Not only in this fandom but at all. But I myself (completely personally) don't see James and Elizabeth as lovers.

Not because I myself have Catherine (who has all this French and sarcastic stuff and who actually shares James' devotion to his duty and loyalty to the Crown), not at all. Well, it would be strange if I didn't love the relationship between the characters in my own fic but I don't put Elizabeth aside just because 'I have a better and loving woman for him, you, *itch!!!'. No. It's not about some headcanons and etc, it's only about the movies. The main problem for me is that James and Elizabeth doesn't work together as a couple right from the start. I know that people sometimes have problems with them being already acquainted when Elizabeth is twelve and James is... well, at least, eighteen, but he's a sailor. And a military one. He could leave Port Royal even for a year or two, going just anywhere he is commanded, and then return, find out she's grown up and only then fall for her. He definitely acts like she's nothing more than a child in the prologue of the COBP. Just look at the way he smiles when he speaks to her. He's only polite and not interested in her at all.

And this WORKS. When he tries to play that sort of an older brother looking over a naive girl. It should've stayed this way when she's grown up, but it doesn't and everything goes... bad.

He proposes, she falls from the cliffs. With James being that smart as he is in the movies he should've already thought that it was a bad idea. Then Elizabeth is taken to Isla-de-Muerta, saved by Will, goes into battle (who, by the way, taught her all these tactics? Of course, she's read books but she reacts too fast for someone who's never been into battle), then she's left on an island with Sparrow, then rescued again and... things get worse. She literally manipulates James into saving Will and I truly regret that they cut off James' phrase 'Mr Turner is the subject of the English Crown and thus is under my protection'. It would've been better (in my opinion) to show that James is still the man of duty. And that he hesitates not because he doesn't care about Will's life (he does as he looks quite... tormented, so to say, when Governor Swann says they will return to Port Royal and not go after The Pearl), but because James cannot risk Elizabeth' and her father's life as they are civils, nobles and etc. He's the man of honor and duty, he doesn't make rash decisions and he knows that he cannot endanger Governor of Jamaica because of a blacksmith' apprentice. While Sparrow is all that freedom stuff, James is strict and harsh but not merciless. That's what makes him so interesting as a character. He does what he has to even if he doesn't want to. Even if it's literally torments him but he knows that it's his duty. And still he, first of all, tries to do what he believes is right. (That 'Fuck off, Beckett, I am leaving' moment.)

While Elizabeth is... well, selfish and sometimes even shallow. She literally humiliates him in front of the whole Fort Charles and still acts like 'What? I did nothing wrong'. While it's James who did nothing wrong and Elizabeth couldn't even speak to him in private. She's the Governor's daughter, she has her father on her side (who said earlier 'A right decision made for wrong reasons can be a wrong decision') and what is she afraid of? That James might answer 'All right, I thought better of you'? Yeah, better slap him in front of half of his men, girl. And after he saved your dearest lover and lost many of his men in a battle with immortal cursed pirates. Great. (No, not at all.) People sometimes get surprised that Elizabeth left Jack to the Kraken, but well... Elizabeth was that kind of person right from the start.

Luckily, they did cut off that phrase 'Good luck to both of you'. Yes, James steps aside showing that he accepts and respects her decision but he has a sense of self-respect. I'm pretty sure that if Elizabeth were a man there would be a duel. James didn't react the way he might only because she was a woman. (Don't throw stones at me, it's 17th or 18th century, and relationships between men and women used to be different that time. And it still was in public.)

(Just look at his face! What the hell is wrong with you, Elizabeth?)

This is what I always disliked about this couple. They know each other for quite a long time but still don't understand each other at all. James knows that he has his duty while Elizabeth is all about her own freedom. And the moment James starts doing what she wants him to do, he steps on the road that will lead him to the loss of everything he has. And then even to death. While Elizabeth is like 'Oh, I've known him for at least eight years, and now he died after I manipulated him once more literally saying he killed my father. All right, let's fight for freedom!'. What the hell is going on here, ha? They have at least two scenes when she mourns about Sparrow (in the boat and in Tia Dalma's house), and then it like 'James! Ah, fuck off, James, I have important business with pirates'. Well, she doesn't love him, she doesn't care, I understand. And I don't hate her because of 'Go away from my beloved character' or something. But James deserves much better. He deserves a woman who will understand his struggles between his own honor and his duty to the Crown. He deserves a woman who will accept this and love him for who he is and not in spite of this. And Elizabeth is definitely not that kind of a woman.

And I myself actually see James being older than he is usually shown in fanfiction. Well, books and etc tried to show that he was like twenty-six in the COBP, but... well, being well-known pirate hunter and already promoted to the Commodore at such a young age? Well, he is definitely great as a sailor and a military man but still not that much. Or maybe he's too young for me. (Or it's me who is too old now and is just not attracted in this way to a twenty-six-year old man.) I see him as being almost twenty-six in the prologue of the COBP and being in his early thirties (thirty-three, to be more precise) during the main part of the movie. And working hard all these years as he wants to achieve high rank because of his own heroism and cleverness and not because of his father being an Admiral or something like that. Considering their relationship, James would desperately need to be respected and loved because of his own achievements and not because of his father's rank. Although I don't see any problems with James and Elizabeth being in love while he is more than thirteen years older (she's already twenty during the main part of the COBP, and I am a history nerd so I know about enough marriages with such an age difference that actually succeeded as loving and caring relationships), but I still don't see connection and attraction between James and Elizabeth. He actually looks happier when he saves The Dauntless from the hands of the pirates than when Elizabeth accepts his proposal. I'd rather believe that he proposed because it was... well, expected from him. He is the Commodore of the Royal Navy, the brave 'Scourge of Piracy' and all that, and she is the Governer's daughter and all that. She's a 'fine woman'. He cares about her but she's not the woman he loves. And it's a 'good match'. But it's not about love and passion as between Elizabeth and Will. In my opinion, James and Elizabeth communicate in much more interesting way when they act like some sort of friends. One of my favorite scenes is when he said 'Didn't you think how your fiancé got on The Flying Dutchman?' and... SHE DIDN'T GET IT. She even used the compass and still didn't get it. Oh, come on, go after him and make him explain! He is trying to build some sort of friendship between you two. And it would be even more interesting as in this historical period men and women were considered to be husbands and wives and not friends.

But Disney lost it. Yeah, better make him die for a woman who doesn't even care about him, that's what we all want. (No.)

#potc

#pirates of the caribbean

#james norrington

#once more it's just a personal opinion

#BUT THIS NAVAL SWEETHEART DESERVES BETTER

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