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I’m glad to see that you guys have enjoyed part 1! With that being said, here is part two! Make sure to read PART 1 beforehand instead of Chapter One as I have added a lot more to it! Enjoy!

Warning: ANGST & Friends with Benefits.

PART 2: PUP (COLBY BROCK x READER)

The next morning, you both woke up in the trunk of Colby’s car, where you had fallen asleep the morning before, you squinted your eyes shut as the sun shined brightly into the rear window. You looked over at Colby who was still asleep and smiled remembering the events from the night before, you truly didn’t regret a thing, apart from maybe not telling him that you were a virgin.

Before you knew it, Colby’s eyes were open and looking up at you, looking at him. You quickly looked away and he chuckled ‘watching me sleep, bunny?” He asked.

You tried to play it innocent, ‘we have to get back. I gotta get home to film.’

‘Wait’ he said dominantly, pulling you closer to him and kissing you passionately ‘Now say good morning’ He instructed.

‘Good morning’ You said, following his instructions.

‘Good Girl, Good morning’ he replied back before looking deeply into your eyes ‘You’re so beautiful’ He said before rubbing his hands over your shoulders and handing you your clothes from the morning before ‘Get dressed and I’ll take you home’ He added, doing so himself.

You got dressed, instantly wanting to get home to shower and put on something more comfortable than a dress.

Eventually, the two of you were up front and he passed you your phone to put music into. You noticed your notifications

Kris: Where are you and Colby?

Celina: Don’t tell me you were taken by the ghosts?

Kris: We’re genuinely worried, please reply.

Celina: Y/N?

Alongside 15 missed calls 5 from Celina, 10 from Kris.

‘They’re worried about us’ You told Colby who chuckled, the sound filling the car.

It was contagious so you also started laughing before replying

Y/N: Hey! Everything’s okay, just grabbed food late last night because I hadn’t eaten and we fell asleep in the car, on our way now.

Kris: FELL ASLEEP? RIGHT.

Celina: IN THE CAR?!

Kris: They totally did it right?

Celina: Yeah, totally.

Kris: DID YOU?

Y/N: …

Celina: OH MY GOD

Kris: Tell us everything! Our Y/N isn’t a virgin anymore.

Y/N: I will fill you guys in on everything later!

You replied, Colby holding your freehand, you looked over at him with the biggest smile.

Before you knew it, the two of you were back at Celina’s

‘I had a good night’ You admitted, looking over at him.

‘Me too, I’ll see you again soon.’ He told you before leaning in for another kiss before you got out of the car.

Sam was ready to go home so they headed off straight away, after saying their goodbyes of course.

You went to the toilet before having a shower, and you had noticed blood when you wiped and realised it was because you ‘popped your cherry’ you had a shower, scrubbing your body and then getting ready for the day and changing into the hoodie that Colby had given you to wear as well as a pair of leggings that you had brought with you, knowing you’d be sleeping over.

As soon as you got out, Kris and Celina were at the door, wanting to know about what happened last night and so you filled them in on every detail.

‘I’m so proud of you! I’ve always shipped you and Colby personally’ Kris admitted, glad that you had lost your virginity to the right person.

‘I second that’s Celina said in agreement, before adding ‘But you should have told him you were a virgin’

You nodded ‘I know, I just didn’t want to ruin the moment’

They understood, but you came to the conclusion that you would have to tell him.

After talking, you went home and noticed a message from Colby, you both having swapped numbers last night when you were talking.

Colby: We only just met but like, you’re pretty fucking dope and that’s terrifying, cause I keep getting hurt but I am happy and I am happy ‘cause I was with you. just laying there wondering if kissing you was right, I was so nervous, I’m never nervous I’m scared that because we click so well, you’ll be able to hurt me so well.

You looked at the message, your heart fluttering at the words.

Colby: You curled up into me and I felt your emotions swallow mine, and I felt how vulnerable you were and how scared but comfortable at the same time you were, and I just wanted to hide you away from the world, and hide you away from everything that hurts. I wanted to hide you away from me.

You kept reading the messages as they came through, not knowing how to reply. You had never made anyone feel like this before, and you had never felt this way about anyone before and you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t know the right way to respond, seeing him so vulnerable through the messages made you fearful of losing this connection.

Colby: You and I curled up into one being, and there was more intimacy in our fingertips than sex could ever give. This is above terrifying, It’s like next level shit hahahahaha

You swooned at that, although you guys had eventually lead to sex that night, he was right. The sexual tension was there since the start, since holding hands and even since the very first time you guys had met.

Y/N: I really like you, Colby. But I’m so scared of getting hurt and I’ve never really done this before, I don’t know what the right thing is to say.

You admitted trying to match how vulnerable he was being, you owed him that much.

Colby: That’s why I wanted to hide you away from me, ‘Cause if I can understand you, then I know how to hurt you. I already know how to hurt you.

That sentence scared you, deeply. But you couldn’t stay away you wanted to be his puppy, you wanted to be his doormat.

Y/N: You’re a writer, truly. I never would have thought anyone would feel this way about me, and here you are.

Colby: High Colby is a writer apparently. If we’re doing this, can we do this slowly spend the time making sure the vibe stays strong. Like, really just do this properly. Be friends first before anything else ‘Cause we haven’t hung out, or just done our hobbies, and I wanna make sure that shit slaps too. Fuuuuuuck I should have spoken to you about this when I wasn’t high, this is complicated AF.

You laughed at the ending of that, and shook your head. Truly, feeling all giddy.

Colby: Talking sober is hard, cause the feelings all blend together.

You let him finish typing before replying

Y/N: I agree, I want to take our time and truly develop our friendship and who we are as people together before doing this. I don’t want to ruin this connection that we have, you’re far too important to me now.

You wanted to say that you were a virgin, but you were so scared you’d ruin this, so you didn’t.

A few days passed, You and Colby hadn’t seen each other, despite you wanting more attention from him.

You were hanging out with Adelaine today, the two of you were going into the city and doing some Christmas Shopping. It was the first time you had seen her since Vlogmas Day One and now it was Vlogmas Day Four.

‘Hey Guy’s! What’s up It’s Y/N!’ You spoke into your camera, ‘It’s Vlogmas Day Four! And Today Adelaine and I are going into the city to do some Christmas shopping and I think Adelaine wants to do this Tik-Tok trend, so we might make some Tik-Tok’s’ You chuckled.

When you picked up Adelaine the two of you sat in the car for a bit, as Adelaine showed you what Tik-Tok trends she wanted to create that day, both of your cameras were rolling when she showed you the trend where people would be dressed up in loungewear with the song put your head on my shoulder and then it would change into the song streets and the person would be wearing sexy clothing and turn the lights off, leaving a silhouette of themselves. You got into the trend, knowing that Colby would love to see you do that and so you nodded your head ‘Hell yes!’ You grinned, until she swiped to the next video the name reading ‘Colby Brock’ and he was with another girl, you read the time stamp ‘2 days ago’ and your grin disappeared, your heart started to race as you watched the events unfold on the screen- it took two seconds for your heart to be completely shattered.

You knew you couldn’t cry because Adelaine would instantly know and you’d have to tell her your secret, you couldn’t lose your best friend so you tried to hold your emotions in, as best as you could.

‘Isn’t Colby, so hot?’ Adelaine asked.

You instantly broke down, you could no longer breath, you took Adelaines phone and went into his Tik-Tok seeing multiple videos of the two of them, including one where they did the ‘two best friends in a room they might kiss, yes we will’ and then they made out on Camera, this was the one that broke you the most.

‘Y/N?’ Adelaine asked, seeing your face turn red and your eyes brimming with tears.

‘What’s going on?’ She asked, concern in her voice. You gave her back her phone as you held your head in your lap, bringing your knees to your chest and rocking back and forth.

‘I can’t, I can’t’ you repeated over and over again.

Adelaine held you, letting you cry it out.

After calming down, you had found the girls instagram ‘Amber Scholl’ and dm’d her about it, wanting to hear the truth from her.

Y/N: Hey, Sorry to bother you. My name is Y/N and I am kinda seeing Colby, I saw the videos on his Tik-Tok and I just wanted to ask if you guys were still together?

Amber: What? Yeah we are… What do you mean you’re kinda seeing my boyfriend?

Y/N: We slept together a few nights ago, and he told me he really liked me, he said he just wanted to be friends for now though.

Amber: Oh my gosh! Thank you for letting me know… I can’t believe he’d do this to me…

Y/N: I’m sorry I had to break the news to you.

Amber: I just talked to him about it and he apologised to me and said it was the biggest mistake he had ever made, sorry girl.

‘I can’t believe him!’ She shrieked when you finally told your best friend of seven years, everything.

‘I’m sorry I kept it all a secret for so long’ You tried, she just shook her head.

‘I get it, I’m just glad that you told me now’ you were so relieved to hear her say that.

You pulled her in for a hug, and decided to message Kris and Celina about everything when you saw a message from Colby

Colby: Hey Bunny, did you want to come watch a movie with me this weekend?

You couldn’t believe that he was asking you out on a date when he was clearly already with someone else, you ignored his message although it was obviously seen.

Colby: Leaving me on seen?

He asked after a few minutes, your emotions started to get more intense and you were more likely to react so you called the group chat between Kris and Celina and told them everything, to say they were pissed off alongside you would be an understatement but they were also really happy that you had told Adelaine and so the four of you had planned to have a sleep over later that night to get your mind off everything.

You and Adelaine still went into the city, and you carried on with your day as if nothing had happened, you even still wanted to do that trend, more so just to rub it in Colby’s face.

You went Christmas shopping and then went to the store to buy snacks for the sleep over before going home, recording everything in the process. You all decided to turn it into a Secret Santa as well, and you had gotten Celina and decided to get her a mug that had ‘Spooky Boo’ written on it, obviously left over from Halloween but as that was her username you knew she’d love it.

The sleepover was going amazing, you had done the secret santa gift exchange- Celina loved her gift and Adelaine had gotten you and bought you some weed, knowing you’d need it after everything you went through earlier that day, You had ordered Taco Bell for dinner and were watching Mean Girls and doing facials, just a bit of self-care when there was a knock on the door.

Celina went to answer it as the sleepover was at her house, and you instantly knew the voice especially when he walked past her despite her saying ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea-‘ of course he didn’t listen.

Colby was at Celina’s house, standing in the hallway and just staring at you whilst you had a green face. You were annoyed that he was crashing the sleepover but even more so that he had the upper hand seeing you in a face mask.

‘What are you doing here?’ You asked him, annoyed.

‘I wanted to see you, and I could tell from your snapchat that you were here’ He explained, ‘What did I do wrong?’ He asked you.

This truly made your blood boil.

‘’Cause I found out that you held her’ You yelled at him, having enough of the constant lying and playing the victim, gaslighting.

‘What?’ He asked, confused.

‘I found out that you held her!’ You said louder.

‘Who?’ He was still playing dumb.

‘I found out that you held her in your arms when she told me’ You said, why should you say her name. He should just know.

‘Amber?’ He asked you

‘I’m trying to be the big person in this, but you’re sorry to her and she feels like it’ You spoke loudly as you walked up to him.

‘I hate all your songs!’ You said remembering how you both met.

‘I hate all your clothes!’ You said throwing the XLPR hoodie at him that still smelt like him.

‘I hate all your girlfriends! And I hate how you moan!’ You groaned.

‘Even if you were lying, I STILL had my fun.’ You admitted.

‘Oh, Oh even if you two fucked, I still had my fun!’ You yelled, you swore you wouldn’t cry in front of him so you ran upstairs, Kris and Adelaine following you both giving Colby death glares.

‘I think it’s better if you just leave’ Celina told him, Colby was obviously one of Celina’s best friends but so were you and this was your time with her, ‘You really hurt her Colby, she was a virgin.’ She told him.

Colby instantly felt bad, but he couldn’t believe that you hadn’t told him that ‘I didn’t know…’ He whispered, looking up the stairs.

‘Just… tell her I’m sorry’ He tried, before walking out of the door. Sam had been standing away from the door but listening into everything.

‘You aren’t going to tell them the truth?’ Sam asked, Amber was Colby’s ex and she had found out Colby was seeing someone new and so she posted a drafted video of the two of them, in fact all of the videos that you had seen that day were all drafts.

‘She’s really hurt’ Colby sighed, ‘Apparently Amber told her I apologised to her.’

‘Amber is lying-‘ Sam tried, Colby just shook his head and walked back to the car.

You looked out of the window seeing Colby and Sam get in and drive off, you instantly started crying again.

‘If the garden were smaller, I’d imagine you’d want me.’ You thought outloud, you saw Amber’s body and you knew your bodies looked so different, maybe her body was better… smaller.

You hated Colby for what he did to you, but that didn’t mean you didn’t miss him, you felt so dumb for missing him. It had been one full week since your sleepover at Celina’s and you had just put yourself into your work, into your Vlogmas videos. It was hard to film but your fans were counting on you to post daily so you did.

You still wanted to be Colby’s puppy, you still wanted your head in his lap, you wanted him to scold you if only to hear him speak. You truly would do anything for him and you knew just how bad this was for you. But still, you waited for him to reach out to you, but he never did. You could imagine the two of you doing things that only lovers do and wondered if he did too, but then you were painfully reminded that he already had a girlfriend to do those things with.

And so you turned to weed, and got absolutely greened out, you also drank almost a full bottle of tequila to yourself, hurting. It might have seemed stupid but the two of you had the strongest connection, and you couldn’t imagine yourself with anyone else. You cried your eyes out and went live, yep you went live.

‘Hey guys, sorry I’m sorry…’ You started.

Your fans started to come in fast, almost reaching 5k views in less then 5 minutes.

‘I need to tell you the truth about something’

You also saw comments rolling in

User1234: What is going on? Are you okay?

User:2345: y/n is so pretty!

User:3456: Is she drunk?

Colby Brock: Don’t do this, I’ll call you.

You saw his message and instantly your heart fluttered, he could still do that to you even after this and before you could say anything else Colby was written across the screen, he was in fact calling you.

‘Y/N, Can I come over and explain?’ He asked, you sighed. Hearing his voice was truly all that you needed, and at that point you didn’t care if he had a girlfriend you needed to feel him against your skin, you needed him to hold you.

‘Please?’ He begged, his voice making your heart skip a beat.

‘Yes, please.’ You said as you started crying, hard.

You told him your address and with that he was on his way to you and you were back on live, but you turned it off and switched your phone off, waiting for him to arrive.

I’m actually low-key proud of this! Also Next song will be Eat It Too and it’ll be much more wholesome I promise!

#fan fiction #angst #sam and colby #colby brock #colby brock x reader #spotify #kris collins #celinaspookyboo #paranormal #fluff #youtube #Spotify

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deandoesthingstome · 1 year

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Hall Pass - Chapter 2

Paring: Henry Cavill x Reader (RPF)

Series Summary: You run into Henry Cavill at the start of a two-week house-sitting vacation. You had some previous plans. Some were ruined by your now ex-boyfriend. Some were made better. Guess by whom?

Series Warnings: I’ll be honest, this whole thing is just self-indulgent smutty fluff. Here’s what I offer: meeting, making out, and having sex with Henry Cavill (rpf). I’m probably NOT going to be adding chapter warnings unless I get a bug to re-write and something worms it’s way into the story that I wasn’t expecting.

A/N: I started this story shortly after the fiasco of The Witcher and Superman announcements. I thought about how great it would be to try and cheer him up a little. For the purposes of this story, he is single. No hate to anyone in his life right now, in whatever way you imagine that to be. I also understand if you do not read rpf. Feel free to scroll on by. I don’t need to hear about it.

This was going to be a looooong one-shot, but solicited feedback prompted me to break it up for you.

Playlist: I will add to Spotify with each chapter.

Word Count: 3.8K

Chapter 1

In the morning, the smell of freshly brewed coffee forced your eyes open. You hoped you had enough time to shower before heading out to say goodbye to Henry. Plus you needed to tame the lingering fantasy from your dreams the night before. Somehow while reaching for the bottle of body wash on the floor of the tight shower cubicle you almost slipped and fell out, cursing loudly and grabbing on to the shower curtain, praying it held while you found your balance again. You heard a sharp knock at the bedroom door.

“Everything alright in there?” Henry called.

“It’s fine! I’m fine. I’ll be right out,” you hollered back from the bathroom.

You tried to hurry while still taking your time to keep your footing. One more quick rinse, then a dry off with a fluffy towel and you were back in the room slipping into fleece-lined leggings and a comfy oversized sweater.

He had another fire roaring in the great room and was sitting next to two mugs of coffee at the breakfast bar.

“Good morning! I heard a shout when I came to see how you took your coffee. Everything okay?”

“Oh, just clumsy me. I’m fine. And black is fine, thank you very much.” You glanced at your watch. So little time left.

“Yeah, I should probably get going soon. The store said 10 and I recall it was about 30 minutes out?” You nodded in response to his query. “Yeah, so a quick cup and then I should run.”

You hoped your face hadn’t fallen too low. Could you fake a need in town so you could head in with him? Ooh, go back for the honey! No, too desperate.

“Henry?” Might as well try, desperate or not.

“Yes?”

“Do you… where you’re staying… Is there any reason…Would you want to…I mean, there’s a table that gets good natural light you could take over and work on your model…oh, but Kal…shoot, nevermind.”

“Were you offering this farm as my hiatus home?”

“Yes? I mean, you could take up more space than a table. Plus the grounds are inspiring to wander around. And the goats. You barely had time to meet them while you were making out with the horses yesterday.”

Henry gave a hearty chuckle. “That’s really sweet of you. Very kind. But I’ve got…”

“Yeah, right, of course. Ignore me. Please. This must be so weird for you. A total stranger offering you a room in a home that isn’t even hers.”

“Well, I wouldn’t call you a total stranger and I’ve often found that Henrys make the best friends, but yes, I do have Kal and my assistant to think about.”

“Yeah, of course. No worries.”

You offered to jot down the directions back to town while you finished your coffee with Henry. He asked you to text him the details instead, reciting his cell number for you.

“I can trust you won't just go handing this out now, right?”

“Never!” You clutched your chest in mock dismay.

Too few moments later, you waved down the drive with a bittersweet smile on your face as you watched him go, then turned to re-enter the house and settle into your non-anniversay day. It had started out so lovely, but now that you were alone…

Oh, but not! You shifted gears and headed into the barn, where Caleb was mucking stalls.

“Did you have a visitor last night?” the old man greeted you with a cheerful smile.

“Sort of? The strangest thing…”

“And where’s your better half this morning?” He watched your face fall and tried to recover. “Everything okay?”

“It will be.” You paused for a moment. “We’re done. He just couldn’t tear himself away from work, not even for our anniversary.”

“That stinks. I’m so sorry. Was that him I heard leaving just now?”

“Not exactly…” you hedged as Caleb laughed at your reticence.

“Okay, well, keep your secrets then,” he winked. “Want to help out here?”

You jumped at the chance to get a little more familiar with the care and handling of the horses. Caleb helped you lead Mikka and Sadie into the field. You asked if you could have Butterscotch saddled for a ride in a little bit, which meant Telly would stick nearby. He never went far without her. Caleb recommended waiting to saddle the horse until the work was done so she wasn’t uncomfortable for the duration. The manual labor kept your mind off both Henry and your ex for the time being. As soon as the stalls were done, you headed back inside to pack some provisions for the afternoon. When you headed back out to the barn, you turned your attention to the goats who were ready for mid-morning nibbles.

Caleb was just about to saddle Butterscotch when a familiar vehicle wound its way up the drive.

“Holy shit,” you whispered under your breath.

“Any idea who this is now? Wait, isn’t that the SUV I saw on my way in?”

“Sure is,” you were almost beaming. Henry Cavill was driving back up the road to you with what looked like a large bear in the passenger seat.

Henry parked and stepped out of the car, making his way toward you and offering a hand to Caleb in greeting.

“Good afternoon! I’m Henry. You must be the horse master?”

“Sure am. Name’s Caleb. Nice to meet you.”

“Henry, what on earth are you doing back here?” you asked.

“Well, I got to thinking. First of all, we forgot to grab some photos for your hosts. And second, why would I spend my hiatus in a fancy hotel in the city, when I could just as easily enjoy this beautiful country-side? If the offer still stands, that is.”

“You a photographer or something?” Caleb asked, and it was all you could do not to laugh at the older gentleman.

“Uh, no. Nope. Not a photographer,” Henry smiled.

“Caleb, Henry forgot to give you his last name. Seems that’s his schtick. This is Henry Cavill, he’s an actor. Plays Superman,” you offered, thinking it would be the easiest character for Caleb to identify with.

“Well, played, yes,” Henry countered and you almost fainted from embarrassment. Of course! He’d just had some terrible news about that role. And after leaving The Witcher, no less. Poor guy was having a hard time of it lately.

“Oh, yeah. Think I knew that. Well, what’s a big Hollywood celebrity doing all the way out here?” Caleb asked.

“I was picking up some items from a store nearby when I got sidetracked and wound up at this wonderful farm last night. And now I’m hoping I can impose for a little while longer.” He smiled at you with a genuine sincerity and you couldn’t stop grinning back. Suddenly a sharp bark sounded from the SUV.

“Oh, yes, and Kal! Caleb, are the horses good with strange dogs? I’d love to let him run free, but happy to keep him inside if it’s a problem?” Henry asked.

“As long as he’s good with horses, they’re good with him. Sadie and MIkka are out in the pasture right now, but Telly and Butterscotch can show him around.”

While Henry retrieved Kal from the car and introduced him to you and Caleb, an idea began to form and before you knew it you were giving it voice.

“Caleb, would it be too much trouble to saddle Telly as well? If Henry’s up for it, I’d love to take him for a ride this afternoon,” you gave a questioning glance toward Henry, hiding your panic that he might think you were once again insinuating a different kind of activity altogether.

“Oh, well if it’s not too much trouble for Caleb, that would be a wonderful treat.” If he did notice the double entendre, he wasn’t showing it.

“Sure. Happy to saddle ‘em up for you. Think you can get ‘em untacked when you're back?”

You nodded, noticing Henry did as well, and Caleb proceeded to get the horses ready for you while you led Henry back into the house.

“Oh, and here, for you” Henry handed you a small brown paper bag. You opened it and peered in to find two jars of honey. “I wasn’t sure which flavor you preferred, so I just asked Josh if I could have one of each.”

“Well, thank you!” You put the honey in the kitchen and continued down the hall to drop Henry’s bags in his guest room. While he used the bathroom, you took the time to gather a few more items to add to the bag you’d already packed to take with you on your ride, then led Henry back out to the barn.

“Alright, you two. I’ll be back this evening to gather the other two and get them all in the barn for the night. See you later!”

You waved as Caleb took off, then headed into the barn to grab a helmet. Henry followed.

“Do you think I could borrow a helmet as well?”

“Oh, I didn’t even think. I usually wear one because, you know,” you gestured to yourself, “clumsy. But I didn’t want to assume, since you ride so often.”

“Well, it’s always a good idea to take precautions, I think. Maybe just to stay on the safe side,” he winked at you. Or tried to.

Once you were settled in the saddles, Henry asked where to.

“There are a few different paths around the property. If you don’t mind, I’d like to take an easy ride through the pasture and around the woods.”

“Sounds just fine.”

Henry and Telly fell in line with you as you led Butterscotch down the lane and into the field at a slow pace. Kal ran ahead and returned every so often to make sure he was headed in the same direction you were. You asked Henry how he managed to switch up his plans.

“I just felt so welcome and unbothered here last night, I really didn’t want our time to end. I called my assistant and had her bring Kal to meet me in town. Gave her the rest of the hiatus off and hoped for the best. I just texted her while I was settling my things in the guest room to go ahead and cancel the suite as well, since it seems I have another lodging option now.”

A warmth spread from the tip of your head to your toes. Henry Cavill wanted to spend more time with you. It seemed you wanted the same. You let your sincere smile speak for itself and enjoyed the rest of the ride in a serene quiet, listening for the sounds of nature instead. Every so often, you snuck a glance to see if the videos you'd watched online did any justice to the way this man sat in the saddle.

They did not.

Soon, you turned Butterscotch to enter a small copse of trees and Telly followed suit, barely requiring a nudge from Henry’s reins. A short distance in, you pulled to a stop and turned to see how Henry was reacting to the landscape in front of him.

“What in the world…?” he marveled.

“It’s a small natural hot spring. The next town over is famous for them. There’s a hotel, spa, roman bath house, the whole works. It’s their tourist draw. My friends were lucky enough to find this small pocket on their land. They set the flagstones surrounding the pool and even created some stone seats once you step in.” You paused, realizing Henry had just told you how unbothered he felt here and now it seemed you were making a play to see him practically naked. “If you want to, that is, no pressure at all.”

“Well I don’t know if I’m prepared…”

“I snagged a pair of swim trunks while you were settling in,” you admitted, sheepishly. “I was already packed and getting ready to head out here when you showed up. I really hope you don’t mind.”

“How could I mind? And the water’s safe?”

“Absolutely. They test it just about every week, but it stays consistently warm and without bacteria. It’s really a wonder!”

“Well alright then. Let’s do it!” Henry smiled wide and dismounted with such ease you were almost embarrassed to get down in front of him.

It honestly felt like you were flopping yourself to the ground every time you got off a horse. But once you were on solid ground, Henry approached to help you unpack the saddle bags. You let the horses saunter around the clearing, trusting Butterscotch to keep Telly close.

“There doesn’t seem to be a changing room out here,” he joked, making a show of looking around.

“Yes, well. I thought you could just step behind that rather large pine over there and change while I get in. There’s no one around for miles, I swear it.”

Henry accepted the trunks and towel you offered, then marched off to the makeshift dressing room. You set the food and drink you’d packed on the side of the spring, then peeled off your clothes down to your bathing suit and stepped in, sitting quickly to fend off the brisk, wintery air, keeping your back towards Henry, lest he actually be too big to fit behind the tree as well.

In a moment, you heard a rustle and footsteps heading your way, so you turned and almost lost your breath. He was striding toward you, jeans and sweater in hand, towel draped around his neck, and looking just fine in the borrowed swim shorts. They fit him snuggly and it may have been the best idea you’d ever had, short of actually inviting him to stay with you at the farm.

As he got closer, you moved to the far side of the spring to give him room to enter. He sat and released the same satisfied sigh you had when you first entered the warm water.

“I didn’t realize how chilly the air had gotten until you had me strip naked behind a tree. But this is just phenomenal.”

You laughed and apologized, but he waved it off.

“I’m glad you suggested this. It’s a welcome treat. And I see you have champagne?”

“Yes, well. My plan was to come out here and drown my sorrows alone…”

“Oh, right! Ah, today’s the actual day, is it?”

“Was. Yes. So would you care to toast the demise of my most recent blunder with me?”

“Absolutely. And his loss, by the way. Absolutely.”

You ducked with a sudden shyness and took a sip of the champagne.

“Did you also bring strawberries for this? That’s a pretty standard anniversary thing, isn’t it?” Henry teased with a wink.

“I would have if they didn’t wreck my insides. I can’t stomach the tiny seeds. But here,” you turned and grabbed a small container to open and hand over. “Have some grapes?”

Henry thanked you and grabbed a few, then apologized if his strawberry joke was in poor taste.

“You had no idea. How could it be?” you assured him.

“You know, I’ve been meaning to thank you.”

“Thank me? For what?”

“For not treating me like a celebrity. With kid gloves and as if the whole world revolves around me. It’s been refreshing from the moment you bumped into me. You’ve listened to my ramblings about my hobbies and haven’t asked once about that Witcher fiasco. Or Superman for that matter. It made it very easy for me to accept your offer of a few weeks of quiet country time and I really appreciate it.”

“Confession?”

“Yours or mine?” he asked.

“Mine.”

“Ok, go.”

“You’re my Hall Pass.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Hall Pass. It’s like…”

“Yes, I think I’m aware, but you aren’t in a relationship anymore, right. Not since the very minute we met, if I’m not mistaken. Do you need a pass now?”

“No. No I suppose I don’t.”

“Good. Because I really wouldn’t want this to ruin anything you’ve got going.”

You blinked your eyes with confusion. “This?” you asked, not sure if you were afraid he would give you the answer you assumed he’d give, which was something along the lines of anything that hinted he had no real interest in you. Or if you were afraid he’d give you the answer you hoped for and that he meant he had the same undeniable attraction to you as you had to him.

He licked his lips, tilted his head, and furrowed his brow ever so slightly. You could see the way his mind sought the right words.

“I suppose it’s my turn to apologize and hope I’m not being terribly forward when I say that I don’t mind saying I’d like to kiss you.”

You blinked again trying to decipher the words that sounded like a jumble and yet also appeared to mean exactly what you wanted them to when combined with the sexy drop in his voice and the way he leaned in ever so slightly.

Don’t shake your head to clear the cobwebs, you idiot. But do something soon so he doesn’t regret what he’s just said.

“I think I’d like that, too,” you managed to whisper, afraid of the tremble you were sure would accompany the regular volume of your voice as he inched closer.

“Is now okay?” and he waited just long enough to see you nod before he bent his head left and captured your lips between his.

It was sweet and warm, a tender, gentle touch. At first. But the groan that escaped his throat as you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip when you very much couldn’t hold back sent shivers down your spine and a heat wave through your core. Henry placed a hand against your neck to hold you firmly in place as he tilted your head back and answered your silent ask with his own deepening of the kiss, tongue swirling into you.

The various ways you imagined kissing Henry Cavill could go each time you pressed play on one of his movies or shows did absolutely no justice to the real thing. And maybe you were naive, but this didn’t feel like an “acting kiss.” No, this was real, at least for you. Every tingle, every spark, every butterfly struggling for release. And yours wasn’t the only body reacting.

Henry pressed closer, pushed you gently against the side of the small pool, one hand behind your back to cushion you against the stones. You felt his knee wedge between your thighs and when your hand touched his side to hold him close you could swear you felt goosebumps. But that must just be the cold air.

Suddenly he pulled you away from the wall, backing himself up to the other side and dragging his hands down your back before lifting you onto his lap and coaxing your legs to either side of his thighs. He never once let go of your mouth, so you had no choice but to moan wantonly into his as you could now feel what else this kiss was doing to him.

His hands roamed your body, fingers pressing and squeezing gently before settling on the small of your back so he could shift you closer into the grind of his hips. After a few moments of even more passionate kissing with heads tilting back and forth in a carefully choreographed dance of lips and tongue, you felt him pull back and reluctantly let go.

“If we don’t stop, I’ll likely come right in these borrowed pants and I wouldn’t want to mess with the pH of the hot spring,” Henry confessed with a little sadness in his voice. “I’m sorry, I know I started that.”

“Please stop apologizing to me,” you answered kindly, attempting to retreat to the opposite side of the spring. “If nothing else, on my darkest days I can at least remind myself of a hot tub makeout session with Henry Cavill.”

Henry didn’t let go.

“Oh, well, I was hoping…I mean, is it presumptuous of me to imagine there could be something else, more than … well.” The way he simply stood up as he shifted your legs to wrap around his waist and turned to set you on the ledge. “Is the air too cold for this?”

“I have a feeling you can take care of that,” you grinned, accepting his arms around your shoulders as he bent for another taste of your lips. All his residual body heat was keeping you warm and even if it wasn’t, your mind was decidedly on other things for the entire time his mouth was on yours.

Suddenly, your phone’s alarm sounded and you jumped, knocking your head against his once again.

“Shit! Sorry! That caught me by surprise,” you apologized.

“That phone seems to cause you more trouble than it’s worth,” he teased, letting you free so you could stand up and grab your cell from the bag.

“Oh, I'd rather say this phone has provided me a unique experience," you replied before glancing down to silence the alarm. "Oh…fuck,” you tried to keep your flash of concern to a whisper but Henry heard.

“Everything alright?” he asked, already slipped back into the warm water where you also wished you could be at the moment.

“Uh, yeah. It’s…oh, god. I swear. You are going to think I am just trying to take all kinds of advantage of you,” you offered, while wrapping yourself in a towel to stay warm.

“I mean, I’m not exactly protesting here, am I?”

“No, I suppose not. But this whole day is just..okay, well it was supposed to be an anniversary date, if you recall. So what’s happening now is that we need to pack up and head back to the house because in sixty minutes I have a massage booked.” You grimmaced, hoping it didn’t sound like just another excuse to be next-to-naked next to Henry Cavill. “I could just cancel, eat the fee, it’s not a big deal…”

“Absolutely not. Unless that’s what you want to do. This is your day, right?” He watched you nod. “And do you want to have a massage?”

What you wanted was to continue your time with Henry in a hot spring, but you had also shelled out some major bucks to schedule two in-home 90-minute massages for you and your dolt of an ex. Canceling now would mean losing the entire fee. And Henry was here for another two weeks. There’d be plenty of time to get back here, literally and figuratively, if that’s where things were really going to head.

Plus, the stress of everything over the last several months left you longing for the sensation of palms and knuckles and fingers kneading into deep tissue to release stubborn tension. You could send one of them home, maybe. Eat that cost. Unless…

“Would you be interested in one as well?”

Henry paused for a moment. “There might be some things to consider with that…ah, fuck it. Why not?”

Chapter 3

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the power of love part 2 (new steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part one here Also on AO3 (where it's tragically in need of some love *sobs*) Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Chapter Two

Steve POV

Steve blinks his eyes open. Fear lurches then fades. Leaning over him, kinda blurry, are… Robin? Munson!?! He’s at home. Lying on the couch in his parents’ living room, to be precise.

“Steve? You back with us?” Robin appears wild-eyed, spooked out. She’s holding a bloodied cloth over his bat bites, which stab like new again.

Steve presses the heel of his hand to his brow, disguising his pained whimper with a shaky, “Yeeeeah.”

“Phew! Not delirious? Only a bit woozy, huh?”

“You seriously still shitting yourself about rabies?”

“To be honest, no. That’s slithered so far down my list of things to lose my mind over, I’d forgotten. Trust me, he’s as likely to have it as you now.”

Eddie, who hovers at her shoulder, pokes out his tongue, kinda jokey. The rest of Eddie’s face is still slightly blood-smeared. Haunted. His hair is a mad mess, his bandana repurposed as a bandage about his elbow. Steve glances down his own aching body, which is damp, vaguely shivery. Near naked, in fact, with a towel tucked around his waist.

Oh yeah. He went for a swim, and then…

“Shit! Are you seriously mopping my blood with Mom’s linen napkins?” Steve tries to push himself up, and flops back down, humiliatingly fast. On top of that, his head throbs—when does it not, these days? He makes a more concerted effort to sit, forcing himself through a wave of nausea and dizziness, then notices: “Shit, shit, SHIT! I’ve bled on the couch—this cost a thousand bucks!”

“I knew there was a reason Wayne avoided white faux leather,” says Eddie, as he and Robin share a look. “Oh, and a Munson never splashes less than fifteen-hundred bucks on soft furnishings.”

“You’re hilarious,” mutters Steve.

“Your Pops can chew my head off,” says Eddie. “Some of that blood is yours truly’s. I mean, I got got bad. Really bad. And theeeeen… I got better.” He narrows his eyes to inquisitorial slits, which bewilder Steve, given how rough he feels.

Robin lifts the ruined napkin. “You’re bleeding like before Wheeler first bandaged you up. It makes no sense.”

“Nothing’s made sense for about two and a half years,” Steve points out. Actually, scratch that. Little of his life has made much sense. “There’s a first aid kit in the kitchen, with proper bandages. Where did you think I got the Hibistat towelettes from? Didn’t you morons think to look?”

Robin hurries off. Eddie takes over holding the now thoroughly disgusting napkin over Steve’s bites. “Woah, he’s not lying,” she calls. “His parents keep an actual first aid kit with actual useful crap in it.”

“Yeah, in case you forgot in the last thirty seconds,” says Steve, “the Harrington family bleed.”

“It doesn’t even come out green,” Eddie says. “Totally destroys your ‘rich folk are aliens’ theory, Buckley.”

“Haha,” snarks Steve.

“This might take a minute,” calls Robin. “I had no idea there were so many sorts of dressings. We don’t want a triangle one, huh?”

Left alone, Eddie doesn’t seem able to look Steve in the eye. He’s giving off such awkward vibes that Steve takes pity, nudges Eddie’s hand away, holds the napkin himself.

“I guess this is where I thank you for saving my life,” says Eddie.

“From what I could gather from Dustin, you’d only gone and done the same for us. Not a hero? Total bull.”

“Those weren’t normal circumstances.”

Eddie’s so squirmy, Steve flinches away too. He’s felt drawn to Eddie for some time. He likes the guy way more than he’d expected, finds he likes looking at him too, crazy rocker tresses and all, but… Jesus Christ! Talk about shitty timing.

It’s not the first time Steve’s been blindsided by a crush on a guy. Plus, he knows Eddie is queer; he’s one of the few other friends that Robin’s lately ‘come out’ to. However, Steve’s simply not gotten the energy to figure out if the weird fizzle of chemistry he feels is all in his head. What he really wants is to stagger upstairs to bed and sleep for a week. No time for that, though. He groans, threads the fingers of his free hand through his damp hair.

“We need to take advantage of this earthquake chaos. Get you outta town right now before somebody comes looking.”

“Yeah. I figured as much.” Eddie sighs hard. “No more facing down ferocious monsters. I return to being Eddie the Banished.”

“Not much choice, man. Look, we can bring bedding, whatever supplies we need from here. Take one of Dad’s cars and find a place to lay low till we know what’s happening and what the next plan of attack is.”

“You were worried about the couch and now you’re suggesting we jack your Pop’s wheels?”

“I don’t give a crap about the furniture—it was a dumb knee jerk reaction. I mean, things change. People change. Last time I looked, we weren’t exactly bestest buds.”

Now we’re off saving each other’s lives.

A loud crash from the kitchen slices between them. “Sorry!” yells Robin. “Kinda dropped… everything.”

“Need some help there, Rob?” Steve tries to push himself to his feet. His head rush is instant and epic; his vision blacks out, nearly taking his entire consciousness with it.

“Easy, easy!” Eddie’s arms are around him, clumsily guiding him back down. Steve whimpers before he can stop himself; his stomach churns and he feels painfully sick. Eddie wedges a cushion beneath Steve’s head, presses the cloth back to Steve’s bleeding side. “Robin’s right. You need those injuries looked at. I go alone.”

“No.” Steve snatches a shaky breath. “Way I see it, we’re both deep in the shit."

“I’m the one with the murder rap snapping at my butt, Harrington.”

“And I’m the one who’s been harbouring a known fugitive, stealing Winnebagos, and Christ knows what else. Crap, I bet they’ll blame me for Nance’s sawn-off shotgun. While the rest of those underage brats get off light, I’ll be dragged to jail as sure as you.”

“Your daddy can afford a lawyer, man.” At least Eddie’s looking at Steve now. His words still feel like a punch in Steve’s already bleeding gut—with those knuckle dusters that’d gotten lost somewhere on the ride.

Steve retaliates with as daggers a glare as he can conjure: “You wanna thank me for saving your life, Munson? Then stop trying to ditch me.”

Part 3

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

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Jack champion x gn reader enemies to lovers

synopsis- jack is a famous YouTuber but that's not all they are also faced with some competition with y/n but jack still has a slight more subscribers than y/n that's when y/n decides to go on a blind date not realizing that they are actually meeting up with jack the only reason they don't know it's him is because jack covers his face when jack saw y/n he didn't know what to say or do until he realized he had took a liking to them but it all goes to hell when y/n realizes the person they meant that day was jack

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Genre: enemies to lovers/angst to fluff

Status: will post chapters when I have time to

Taglist: open

1. Blind date

2. I have a stalker

3. I have more fame than you

4. Lord have mercy

5. Who would have thought

6. I am capable of loving

7. Don't ruin my moment

8. He's one of a kind

9. Totally not crushing

10. He accepts me

11. Avoiding each other

12. He wants to meet up again?!

13. Caught in a lie

14. Making it official

15. Secret dating

16. Do a face reveal

17. Bad idea

18. Overthinking it

19. Face reveal

20. Took me for a dumbass

21. Are you seeing this?

22. God I'm so stupid

23. Leave a message after the tone

24. Make up or break up?

25. Talking things over

26. What just happened?

27. Yes we're dating

28. Let's celebrate

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Chapter 1: Fix Your Shoelaces

From: The Rainmaker Series

Pairing: Mob! Steve x Forensic Scientist! Reader

Summary: Two simple pleasures in life include sleep and chocolate milk. You just never thought they’d both be ruined in one weekend.

Word count: 3,862

Content/warnings: Swears, curdled milk, riding a horse, alcohol consumption, suspicion, dancing

Author’s Note: This takes place at the same time as chapters 5 and 6 of YCMBWH.

This is the first installment of The Rainmaker storyline in the Outta Nowhere AU. This is also a very different environment from where we will usually see this pairing, but that’s the fun in it.

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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You were awoken from your deep sleep to someone pounding on your door. As you put on your robe and shuffled through the living room, you caught a glance at the clock on the stove. 10:43pm. Who in their right mind would be at your door this late? A better question: why were you on your way to answer it? You didn’t even answer calls from unknown numbers.

You opened the door and immediately squinted at the bright fluorescent light of the hallway as it hit you in the face. Standing there in a full suit was a man with tall, broad shoulders and kind blue eyes under a tuft of blonde hair you assumed had lost its styling from a long day. If you asked your best friend, her evaluation would be ‘totally your type.’ He was a gorgeous, pretty boy….yeah….pretty seemed like a fitting description. Good looks or not, though, he woke you up hardly two hours into your sleep schedule.

“What do you want?”

“Um, good evening. You’re…” he looked down at a sticky note in his hand. “…Decks, right? I’m here to talk to you about a matter concerning Honeybee-I mean-“

You cut him off, grabbing his arm to drag the handsome man into your apartment and out of the hallway so you wouldn’t get another noise complaint from the old lady next door. Although, it was probably already too late for that since he had been banging on your door for who knows how long. “Yeah, yeah, that’s me. I know what you’re talking about, come in.”

Steve gently closed the door behind him as you moved to turn on a lamp by the couch. You flopped down in an arm chair while he perched himself on the couch cushion closest to you. Even with your messy hair in the dim light, there was something intriguing about you to him.

You leaned back and squinted at him. “So what’s going on? Are you Bucket? I’ve been told about you.”

Steve straightened in his seat. Bucky was going to love that he was the topic of one of Bee’s conversations outside the farm.

He smiled and shook his head. “No, actually. I’m Steve. I work very closely with Bucky, though. I was sent here to take you over to the farm. There’s been an emergency and we need all the closest people there to help out.”

You looked at him skeptically. “Why didn’t anyone call first? Why were you sent here?”

“Well, from what I’ve heard, you probably wouldn’t have picked up if I called, and time is of the essence. I can explain more on the way there.” He shrugged.

You looked at him with confusion. “Listen, I love my friend and all, and I’m willing to be there for her, but I’ve got work tomorrow. What am I supposed to do about that?”

Steve waved his hand and closed his eyes in reassurance before speaking softly. “It’s already been taken care of. Just, if you could go ahead and pack a bag, grab only essentials because we need to get going.”

You groaned. At least you’d heard of Steve before, your bestie had described him as pretty decent, and you hated that she was right, in more ways than one. You grabbed a bag off the back of your door and tossed it at Steve. “Okay, fine. Pack some snacks, it’s a long way to go at this time of night.”

He simply nodded and walked to your pantry, packing up everything that could easily be eaten on the road, along with a few bottles of water.

You emerged from your room with a duffel on your shoulder to see him waiting for you on the couch, food bag in his lap.

When Steve saw you, he was captivated. You’d changed into an old college sweatshirt and sweatpants, hair in a messy bun, but your face looked like it was ready to take on the world, despite the premature rise from sleep.

He got up and followed you to the door, turning off the lamp on the way over. As you locked your apartment, you whispered over to him. “What did you bring here? Let me see your keys.”

Steve dug into his pocket, pulling out the keychain with a jingle. “Range Rover.”

You grabbed them out of his hands. “Perfect. I’m driving.”

It had been awhile since you’d been all the way out to the farm. You used to come and help out over the summers during college, mostly baling hay and feeding animals. It was fun, but it wasn’t your life. Your degree and passion had drawn you to the city and kept you there for all these years.

You explained that to Steve on the drive over, in between the times you made him feed you the snacks. You noted that you were proud you could still drive this route by heart, too. Steve told you a little bit about how he did business in the city and how he knew Bucky, along with a story about why Bucky was out here in the first place. You had already heard the story from your roommate, so it wasn’t a surprise, but you were confused as to why they hadn’t called some sort of law enforcement to help. Something didn’t quite add up, but if someone you trusted so much trusted these men, that was good enough for now.

As you were nearing the end of the drive, Steve continued in his attempts to make conversation. “So how did you get the nickname ‘Decks?’”

You laughed dryly. “It’s a-“ you cut yourself off. “Hold on, I need to make sure I make this turn. It’s kind of hard to see at this time of night.”

You heard the wheels hit gravel as you pulled into the driveway and in front of the house, the headlights briefly lighting up Curtis leading a couple horses and tying their reins to the posts of the front porch in the darkness of the moonlit night.

Your eyes adjusted as you moved to get out of the car and watched Curtis jog over to the passenger side of the vehicle where Steve had just stood up, sticking out his hand.

“Hey, I’m Curtis, you must be Steve. Buck hasn’t left her side yet, so I’m gonna take you on back.”

Steve shook his hand “Yeah, good to meet you.”

Curtis gave him a slight nod and patted his shoulder, then ran around the other side of the vehicle to greet you by the driver’s side door. He reached his arms around your shoulders to give you a big hug with a tight squeeze. “Good to see you, Decks.”

“Yeah, you too, Curtis. Steve told me what’s going on. We should probably get back there.”

You rubbed his back before Curtis freed you from the hug and nodded in response, then looked back at Steve.

“You know how to ride?”

Steve couldn’t help the scoff that came from his lips. “Not one bit.”

Curtis sighed and looked between the two of you. “Okay, no worries. You’re with Decks, then. I’ll help you up. We’ll talk over all the details on the way there.”

Curtis led you over to the porch and helped you up onto the bigger of the two horses, then helped to prop Steve up behind you before getting onto his own horse and leading you toward the mines.

As your hips swayed back and forth with the horse’s footsteps, you could feel Steve clinging onto you for dear life. “You can ease up your grip a little, ya know. We’re not even going that fast. And you’re like, five feet off the ground. I promise you won’t get hurt.”

You could feel Steve nod in acknowledgment, his head resting against your shoulder, but nothing changed. If anything, his hold tightened. You laughed through the vice of his arms that was squeezing your diaphragm and continued on to the caves in the distance.

“So Steve told me one of the caves collapsed, and I’m not surprised because I know how old these things are, but why were you guys even back there? How did it fall so suddenly?”

You looked over at Curtis and he met your eye. “I want so badly to say it’s Bucket’s fault, but I know it’s really not. Your dear bestie insisted we go for a walk to show him the mines, and when he kicked one of the supports, the whole thing came crashing down. Could’ve happened to anyone at any time, though.”

You nodded. “Well, I’m glad she’s okay at least, but being trapped in there must suck. Either way, we’re happy to help with whatever’s needed.” Steve hummed against your shoulder in agreement.

You stopped the horses at the mouth of the cave and yawned from the early hour, stretching as Curtis helped Steve, then you, down from the horse. A man with brown hair and broad shoulders sauntered over to the three of you, greeting Steve with a hug and you and Curtis with a handshake. He wore a hard look on his face, but you could see the lace of concern through his forehead and eyes. Ah, this was Bucket.

“I’d take you guys in, but it’s sort of unstable right now. I’ve got direct orders from Honeybee, though, as to what we’re all supposed to do.”

He went through the plan, but in your tiredness, you barely caught his words. “I’ll go back over it in the morning, but the general gist is that we need to keep everything running smoothly and draw as little suspicion as possible.”

You looked between the men. None of them had caught on to one important detail. “I’ve still got Steve’s keys, but Buck, you’ve gotta tell your guys to move their cars, then. I’ve never seen that many in the driveway. People will notice. Move them into the hay barn. It should be empty enough this time of year before the next round of bales gets made. Can probably fit most of them.”

You all looked at Curtis and he nodded in agreement. “Yep, just as she said.” Bucky snapped his fingers and a young kid in a suit came running over to him, ready to take the command. What an odd interaction. You shrugged it off, though. Your brain hardly had any power at this point. It was just enough to ride back to the house and move the Range Rover into the pool barn behind the garage before flopping down into one of the guest bedrooms.

You woke up with a jolt to one of the roosters crowing. You forgot how loud those little bastards were, but something about it was comforting. You got dressed and brushed your teeth before making sure your hair was out of your face. You could smell breakfast and followed Curtis down the stairs to see Bucky making plates already.

That was surprising. As far as you knew from your conversation last week, he was struggling to get out of bed, and now he was up early enough to gather eggs and cook for everyone? Weird.

The steps creaked behind you as Steve matched them with his own groan, flopping into a chair. He wore a set of farm clothes you believe he’d borrowed from Curtis and his hair was a floofy mess. It was kind of cute, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the casual wear in juxtaposition to his suit from the night before.

Bucky pulled out a sheet of paper and explained your tasks again. You were so excited to be put on animal feed duty. You loved petting the little goats and sheep, they were so adorable.

As Bucky explained Steve’s tasks to him, you watched an almost unreadable expression grow on his face. He looked almost scared, daunted, intimidated? Maybe it was just dread? Eh, he’d probably be fine.

You finished up your plate and set it in the dishwasher before getting on with your day.

At mid-morning, you rolled up to the farmers market to help run sales with Bucky. You caught the sight of Steve carrying in his last wagon load of produce crates. His biceps bulged as he placed them all in the right places, and you couldn’t help but drool a little. Not only did he look good while being put to work, but he didn’t complain while doing it. Sure, you knew Bucky was technically his boss, but something about his willingness to help out did you in. Made you feel warm.

You watched as Bucky gave him a final set of instructions, and Steve walked back into the field. Man, did his ass look good in those jeans.

Hours passed by running the market with Bucky. You could see that a few repeat customers were happy to see him, some even trying to go in for hugs and offer him free drinks. You could see the charm you’d been told about.

As things began to slow, you found yourself standing next to Bucky, the both of you watching an older customer leave with some produce and a small jar of honey.

“Mrs. Jensen is definitely a talker. I think she needs someone else around.” He leaned towards you to say it lowly.

You laughed in response. He demeanor now was the same as when he was dealing with her, but somehow she was still so happy with their interaction.

Bucky continued. “Maybe I’ll let Jake see his mom later if he’s good.”

That caught your attention. “Wait, Jake is here? Why? Like, the Jake that broke my best friend’s heart? I thought they haven’t talked since before college.”

You could see Bucky trying to avoid eye contact with you. He was hiding something. Why would Jake be here?

“He’s done a lot lately that has made business difficult for both me and Bee. Since we are business partners after all. My people reached out and he came to apologize. Also happens he’s able to run some pretty complex calculations on his computer. He was more than happy to help out down at the mine when he heard she was in danger.”

You looked at him skeptically. “Okay…”

After you and Bucky had finished cleaning up the farmers market, you headed back to the house to relax some. You slipped off your boots and laid down on the couch, pulling a blanket up to your chin.

You were shaken awake and opened your eyes to see a pair of blue ones before you. It was Steve. He smiled.

“Hey, Decks. It’s time for dinner. You want some?” You nodded, stretching to sit up, seeing Curtis and his cousin, your best friend, bringing food to the table. You scrambled to toss the blanket off of you and ran over. You’d never hugged her so tight.

“You’re not dead! I’m so happy to see you.” Was muffled into her hair.

She laughed and rubbed your back. “It’s good to see you, too, Decks. Now let’s get some food. I’m starving.”

You nodded your head, still not letting go, as she waddled you to your chair next to Steve. He looked at the two of you, noticing you felt for each other the same way he felt for Bucky. There was a deep trust and appreciation that could rarely be matched.

As you were eating, you hardly realized Bucky wasn’t at the table until it was brought up in conversation. After a long day, and frankly, a long week, you all went upstairs and straight to bed.

You woke up to the sunshine, somehow sleeping through the roosters, probably from sheer exhaustion, and changed into your college hoodie and sweats. You walked downstairs to search through the fridge and find something decent to eat. As you were making toast, Steve came down and pulled out the pitcher of milk along with chocolate syrup.

“Ooh! Can you make me one, too? It’s been forever since I’ve had chocolate milk.”

He leaned up into the cabinet above you, abs brushing your back to grab another glass. You shivered slightly at the touch. You weren’t around people much, let alone people who looked like that.

“Sure thing, Decks, as long as you promise to make me toast.”

Your eyes narrowed, looking at him for a second. “Deal.”

After eating, you sat on the couch with Steve, sipping your chocolate milk and making small talk. He stayed vague about his everyday business dealings, and you felt like you didn’t have much to add since a lot of your work was confidential, and you didn’t have much time to do things outside of it.

You watched Bucky run down the steps and peek his head in the office before closing the door behind him.

You were about to offer to play a card game to pass the time with Steve since Curtis was due to be done any minute and could join, but there was a knock on the door.

You opened it up to see a ridiculously large vase of hydrangeas and a delivery driver already retreating back up the driveway. Oh great, what sorry guy sent these? She’s gonna hate them.

You picked up the vase to bring it inside, not expecting the sour smell that came off of it. You held it at arm’s length, fast walking to the office before knocking on the door with your foot. You held the vase in one arm to quickly open the door, showing the flowerpot, your face blocked by the large bouquet.

“Ugh! Decks, get that out of here. Where the hell did those come from?”

You ran back towards the front door, where Steve was holding it open, to set them on the porch. “Just got delivered. Don’t worry, I’ve smelled worse. There’s a card here.”

It’s true, you had smelled worse at work before, but it still didn’t mean it was very tolerable after some time. Everyone else stood back, hands covering their airways as you plucked the small piece of paper from the petals and read it out loud.

“Peach, can’t wait to milk our deal together. -Cole”

Everyone exchanged glances, disgusted by the weirdly suggestive statement, as you pulled the hydrangeas out of the vase and tossed them into the yard. You peered into the vase and gave it a sniff. In the bottom was a white goop, which you assumed had once been a liquid before a chemical reaction took place.

“He put the flowers in milk…and,” you sniffed again, “lemon juice?”

You fought a gag while you carried the vase out into the yard and did your best to get all the chunks out of it, eventually opting to spray it out with the garden hose. It still was a nice vase.

In your attempts to clean it, though, you knew some of the spoiled milk had splattered back on you and you’d need to get it off as soon as possible. So much for enjoying chocolate milk with Steve, because you were going to remember that smell for months.

You turned off the hose and grabbed the vase, stomping back into the house and slipping off your shoes.

Now frustrated with the situation, even though the mess was partially your fault, you were done. Most of it was probably due to the fact you couldn’t finish sipping the delicious beverage Steve had made for you. You shoved the vase into Steve’s chest and he cradled it with an oof.

“Finish cleaning that. And dump out my glass. I won’t be able to drink milk again for months.” You grumbled, moving towards the steps.

“Where are you going?” You heard behind you.

“To take a shower.” Your head whipped back around.

You continued to stomp up the stairs before gesturing aggressively with your arms above your head. “WHY DO GUYS ALWAYS SEND YOU WEIRD SHIT LIKE THAT!?”

You could hear Steve as you reached the bathroom. “I think I’m gonna need a shower, too, after this.”

Steve and Curtis chatted while they waited for you. “So like, what’s the deal with the trucks?”

Curtis shrugged as he opened the back door for Steve to get in, seeing you coming from the house. “Good for hauling stuff. You’re not gonna see many people out here without trucks, so it’s a good thing your fancy SUV is hidden away.”

Steve nodded, thankful you were on your way to end his awkward conversation-making skills that were not working very well on Curtis. Well, either that, or Curtis wasn’t very talkative, however, he never saw that same issue when you were around.

After a nice long, hot shower to remove the scent, you were relaxed and ready to go. Steve could smell your perfume, causing him to smile to himself.

Curtis opened the passenger door for you to hop in, and the two of you talked in the front seat on the way over as Steve sat in the back, watching and listening.

After spending hours at the bar, you were standing near the edge of the dance floor, chatting with Bee.

“So what do you think of him?” She tilted her head to gesture toward the blonde, wearing a hat that looked entirely too good on him.

You thought for a second before answering. “He’s a charmer, alright, in a really weird, awkward way. Kinda reserved, but very helpful. I respect it.”

“Yeah, I thought so.” She nudged your shoulder with her own.

“Well hold your horses, there, Honeybee. Some of us need a little more time to see what’s going on under the surface. Not everyone seems to fold so fast like your tall, dark, and handsome Bucket. Steve’s got something to him I just can’t figure out.”

“You will. I’m sure of it. That’s why you’ve got your job and I’ve got mine. You’re meant to be a scientist. An investigator.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

The music began to blare up above your conversation. Well, that’s a familiar tune.

“Oh! You love this one! You remember the dance I showed you in college? I think you’ve got some new guests to teach!”

You looked over to the pool tables to be greeted by Steve’s gaze directed right back at you with a dopey grin. Must be the alcohol, you thought to yourself. Bee had already left your side to go get Bucky.

“Do you want to dance?” You mouthed to him across the bar. He shrugged and mouthed back “I don’t know how.”

You gestured your arm for him to come towards you “I’ll teach you. Come on.”

Steve set down his cue and made his way through the crowd, only able to see your hat through the sea of people. He crouched down to reach your ear so you could hear him in the loud bar. “Don’t make fun of me if it’s bad.”

You laughed and shook your head at him as you set him up to stand in front of you. “No promises,” you yelled back.

Next >

Bonus A/N: Thank you for reading! Comments, likes, reblogs, and asks are soooo appreciated.

What do you guys think of Decks? I love imagining her take the vase out to the yard, so fed up with the shenanigans that always happen around Bee.

Series Taglist:

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arcydonia · 1 year

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KING OF MY HEART

— idol! scaramouche x reader

— STATUS in progress!

SUMMARY The week after your third year at Teyvat University begins, the world famous idol, BALLADEER, drops a new album leaving his fans in shambles! You thought that was it until he announces he’s going on tour through Teyvat, or more specifically, he’s coming to your city. But the real icing on the cake is what’s revealed by Teyvatch right before New Year’s after the concerts after party. Oh my, what a scandal!

TAGS childhood friends to lovers, romance, drama, idol! scaramouche

NOTES time stamps are inaccurate and should be ignored, my first smau, no update schedule, approx. 40ish chapters with 4 acts in total!

NOTES (01.06.2023) please don’t ask for updates!!! doing so makes me not want to update! (also i’m super busy for the month of january and the beginning (few days) of febuary because of exams!)

WARNINGS time stamps don’t matter, mentions of alcohol and drinking, swearing, photos are used to reference poses, not the reader’s characteristics!

playlist

FEATURING!

name’s broke bitches | scara and co.

EPISODES!

ACT i — let’s get it started!

01. year three start!

02. ‘wanderer’

03. on my way

04. and it hit me like a truck

05. knight with bags of money

06. pretty gorillas

07. exams are ruining my life!

08. finally over it

09. running, tripping, falling

10. whatever he says, goes

11. the after party

12. your new years gift

TAGLIST open! @sakiimeo @lazy-sanns @meigalaxy @scrmgf @ihatehomes @babyrizzy @alwaysmentallyill @vivinsoul @kimiesstuff @yuaenri @richxelle @lightlyfeatheredquailqin @gojoandelsalovechilde @asahiiinaa @nambii @thenightsflower @fangygf @tighnarisgf @phoenix-eclipses @rains-mae @lordbugs @wonderful-worlds @iv-vee @aeongiies @scarastoesucker @kunikuzushisbeloved @vvyeislazzy @mikctp

if your @ is white, it means i can’t tag you! it might help to check around your settings?

01.06.2023 — @arcydonia

#genshin smau #scaramouche smau #genshin impact x reader #genshin kunikuzushi #genshin impact #genshin impact smau #genshin modern au #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact scaramouche #kunikuzushi x reader #modern au #king of my heart smau #smau #sel masterlist 📑#sel posts ✨#repost because tumblr loves fucking with my feelings

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Kimi no Tamenara Nandemo Suruyo Kyouaidanshi ni Torawarete - By Takeru Uduki (2/10)

Behold the worst yandere offering I have found in the year 2023. I cannot believe how bad this got. Every chapter gets more ridiculous and less fun at the same time. The main character is an annoying coward who marries an equally boring side character in the end. This one gets some points though. The criminal stalker actually gets punished.

Nana is a boring, nice girl with an extreme phobia of men. She's also pretty.

Her best friend Kaoru isn't actually a woman. It's a man. Not just a man. He's the same rich, spoiled boy that harassed her for attention in elementary school. He's completely insane.

The ONLY good part of this story is the fact that he lives a miserable life. Nana doesn't choose him.

Kaoru screwed Nana up so bad. She had to go to an all girls high school. She doesn't go out much. She avoids places that are popular with men. She's in university...and her only friend is Kaoru...

I know it's not fair, but it's impossible to make friends when you have such an extreme phobia.

There is one normal man in this story.

His name is Nanjo. He's bland as tofu and he marries Nana in the end.

Kaoru regularly drugs Nana so he can take pictures of her while she sleeps. Kaoru also touches her. He also has a secret room full of trophies that belong to her. He wanders around this room completely nude.

He's extremely creepy and scary. The setup isn't awful, but everyone sucks.

Every single character in this is so gratingly annoying its unreal. Also some of the art looks like shit.

I thought this would maybe be an ok read by chapter 2, but then it pisses the bed. It shits the bed. It pisses me off. Nana gets abused. She escapes from her yandere tormentor. This SHOULD be a very cool story.

But.

It absolutely ruins itself, and the finale is dogshit.

Kaoru is a rich brat.

He's supposed to marry a nice, rich girl who is super in love with him. There's absolutely nothing wrong with this poor girl. We see her during the finale, and she's totally smitten with this loser. She's also very pretty, but for some reason Kaoru has been stalking some boring girl...who hasn't given him the time of day since elementary school.

Nanjo Normal tries to assault her....but Nana is actually smart enough to suspect foul play. Nanjo said he was drugged, and he only touched her. He didn't violate her. He had a fever too.

Izumi, a professor who is secretly an evil bastard butler, drugged Nanjo to isolate Nana. To increase her fear of men. To make her more dependent, and distracting for Kaoru.

I hate Izumi because it seems like he's obsessed with Nana too for a minute, but nope. We don't get an ending with two hot yandere half brothers.

Izumi only cares about taking over the family.

Kind of a huge bummer for the yandere fans reading this.

I hate this guy. Izumi. Izumi. Izumi. He tortures Nana so damn much. All so he can have his brothers position. She is absolutely an innocent victim, and it's just sad to see it.

Also.

Izumi is a secret half brother illegitimate child character!!! Which is a very boring cliché.

He usurps Kaoru and he becomes the heir...because Kaoru is a moron that won't marry the ideal fiance he has.

By the way.....

...

Kaoru isn't actually a real yandere.

He is obsessed with Nana, but Izumi has been enabling him. Spoiling him. Suggesting that Nana is his true love and prize. Basically, Izumi encoured Kaoru to become a stalker so he could easily usurp Kaoru to get power.

Izumi has been doing this since Kaoru was young and impressionable.

Another bummer for the yandere fans trying to read this garbage.

The story becomes a boring cliché drama about the two brothers. I am not kidding Nana barely appears for like half a chapter. She's supposed to be the POV character it's ridiculous. The rich boy drama is so stereotypical and boring. It's a yawn fest, which features alot of gratuitous woman abuse.

It's just no fun.

The story JUMPS from Nana having lesbian feelings for her female best friend who is actually a male stalker.....to this???

We don't even know Kaoru is rich until like chapter three.

Anyway the ending sucks.

Nana goes through more traumatic shit.

She chooses to be with Nanjo.

She FORGIVES Kaoru. She doesn't even punch him in the face, and Izumi gets away with his countless crimes because he's rich and powerful now.

WTF????

It takes THREE YEARS with Nanjo for her to get over her trauma, so she can finally wed the nice guy that treats her right.

Kaoru is forced to...marry a gorgeous girl and be obscenely weathly forever??? How awful?? Kaoru never even cared about ruling the family. He just wanted the power to stalk Nana without being thrown in jail. He's a worthless little shit and his wife deserves better.

Izumi is never ever punished for anything, and we get the WORST wedding scene ever.

Kaoru stands there across the street, while she gets married. Izumi is a guest for some God forsaken reason, and he brings flowers.

From Kaoru.

Nana cries and holds the flowers, and she thanks Kaoru for leaving and letting her be happy?????

Um???????

Punch Izumi???

Punch Kaoru????

This is a very rare case. Nana had no real romantic interest in Izumi OR Kaoru. She was just abused by them, and she was used as a tool by Izumi?

WTF is he at her wedding?

Girl didn't get to enjoy any money or good s** what gives?

Kick em out of the wedding hall Ugh.

Ugh.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #Kimi no Tamenara Nandemo Suruyo Kyouaidanshi ni Torawarete

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gardensofthemoon · 10 days

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20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by the lovelies @ettelene and @tilion-writes, many thanks! Sorry for the late response, been busy with real life commitments.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 10

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 38,319 words

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently, Silmarillion and MDZS/The Untamed, though I haven't posted anything yet for the latter.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Fëanor posts on r/amitheasshole

Capodopera

Family Dinner

Immortal Longings

uprooting

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, always! And I ramble a lot.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hm. I write quite a bit of angst, and I can think of at least three fics of mine with sad endings, but I think Cardinal takes the cake. It's a bleak end, miserable, made even more so by the relative tenderness of the main story.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Fëanor posts on r/amitheasshole, because it's crack. Nobody dies; is that the low bar for a happy ending in the silm fandom?

8. Do you get hate on fics? So far none, but I expect to get some in the future as I want to write about darker themes. And I'm mentally preparing for posting in a new fandom that's known for its toxicity.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes, and I plan on writing more! I love shipfic, I love romance, this is the main genre I read in fanfic, so. If I had to classify my style of smut, I'd say it veers into porn with feelings territory. The main sentiment behind my writing, behind all my writing, smutty or not, is yearning. What intrigues me is what the characters are feeling, their thought process, building the tension and portraying their dynamic. I don't think I can write smut just for the sake of smut - and there are so many facets of the characters' personalities that can be explored through their kinks, their bedroom attitude, their emotions and insecurities. Also, I write slash, though I'd like to try my hand at femslash as well.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, but I've thought about it. The logistic aspect of it ruins the fun, unfortunately.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Not sure if they can be considered "all-time" favourites since I got into fandom less than a year ago, but the ships I'm completely obsessed with are Curufin/Finrod for the silm fandom and Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian for mdzs/cql.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? My Curufinrod in Valinor fic that I talked about on here. It's a long project and I'm used to writing one-shots, so I keep telling myself I'd work on it and post it once it's finished. Not sure when or if that will happen.

16. What are your writing strengths? Story concepts, comedic timing, eliciting emotions. Prose if I'm feeling confident.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I am always obsessing over sentence structure, conveying tone, and word choice. English not being my native language doesn't help either. Technicalities aside, probably dialogue and longer story arcs.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Ambivalent.

19. First fandom you wrote for? The Silmarillion! Best fandom.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? The second chapter of Capodopera (which is composed of two mirroring one-shots). I think I managed to write precisely the story that I set out to; I'm pleased with everything about it, from the prose to the characterisation, to the escalation and the power shift, to the smut scene. And it doesn't hurt that it's the most self-indulgent thing I've written for my silm otp.

I'd like to tag two of my favourite writers @crackinthecup and @tobermoriansass, I'd be super curious to read your answers!

#tumblr games #fanfic #elio writes

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ok i'll bite– why should i read requiem of the rose king?

YES IT WORKED, COME HERE FRIEND :D

ok fair warning: im like 10 chapters away from being done. the ending could be terrible and ruin everything but i doubt it. i know it in my heart, its gonna be great

from what i know from you, i know you like to suffer (same) so this manga is totally for you, but let me give you a list

-the main character is intersex and although the world (fuck you 1400s) is queerphobic, the topic is still handled with respect and depth. it asks interesting questions about gender and identity

-the mc is so emo you dont even know. but not in a cringy way i would say

-toxic gays >:D

-joan of arc is there. as a ghost. pretty cool imo

-the vibes are gothic because of the time period but also the main character himself: he wear black, there are crows, dark forests, etc

-the art is soooooooooo pretty i love it. its so delicate and aggressive when it has to. it has the classic shojo style but when it shines it does really shine

-theres a shit ton of blood and gore (think mcr revenge era kind of gore)

-cool religious imagery and themes/parallels

-it really feels like a journey. not only a political one (cuz historical fiction) but also a personal one. the main character may not get to the right conclusion and it will make you say "nooooooooooooooooo stopppp" but thats the whole point. hes a flawed little man with flawed and sad little thoughts. its really interesting to watch him get what he really wants

-the story really knows how to drag the reader to feel what the characters are feeling. like in the latest chapters i have read i was able to feel so much desperation and panic from the little guys that it made me really sad and i laid on the floor for a bit

-theres always drama and i love it

-theyre not afraid of being really weird sometimes and i love it

-the mc as a child looks like this

-i dont know what else to say without spoilers but i will say that a lot of moments are replaying in my brain like a record

now onto the warnings

-transphobia and dysphoria

-r*pe

-kinda incest

-SA

-implied r*pe

-you may be tempted to watch the anime instead of the manga but the anime tried to put 78 chapters in 24 episodes. the adaptation was sadly doomed from the start

#requiem of the rose king #baraou no souretsu #i hope this is enough #so far im having a great time and i hope you do to if you give it a chance

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Usually I don't send these but asks are better than messaging for me..

BUT HELLO??? This chapter was AWESOME!!

From tears to my own rage to fucking joy, it was so good!! Koby and Luffy finally getting a real lovely moment

And the end of the chapter?? Hello??

I'm so scared for Ryan, you're gonna make me curl into a ball and sob/pos

And fuck Luffy, how you described the scene is so awesome and sad?? I could FEEL his emotions, just like always through your writing, but this was just pure art!? I'm so excited, because I'm hoping I get more Joyboy action, along with everyone else completely ruin this shit show, especially now that Ryans dead/dying

And fuuuuck the idea alone paints a image in my head that if I had the confidence I'd do it right, I'd draw it out?? Because it has me in a grip

And Koby oh Koby, love to have his pov of things, this chapter was just chefs kiss

You did really good, I'm so excited for the last three chapters!! You write long ones, so I really don't know what to expect, but it's gonna be great!! You did just. God..I'm gonna be on this for awhile I mean just it's. It's so amazing..I don't even know how to describe it, I hardly got all my thoughts and emotions out

Just, good job!! Great work and you have my heart on a platter I'm so invested in Ryan and the rest of this story, came here for Kobylu, currently crying in a sea of tears and joy for this lovely and heartbreakingly, funny story <33 Please know I haven't been this infested in a story in ages, I think of fanfics I've read a lot but this one definitely has me in such an iron grip I can't not think about it

- Mr.Fabulous

Luffy and Koby finally getting their alone time was the thing pushing me through this depressing chapter. That and the funny “which way is left? That way? Okay! *bolts in the other direction*” as well as the “gotta love iron” scene.

The ending is my favorite part! A perfect climb to the climax, which will drag on for another two chapters before the resolution of chapter 14.

AND YES MORE JOYBOY!!! I love Joy Boy a normal amount, I totally don’t have a giant poster of him in my room, no sir I do not. But how could I not add as much Joy Boy scenes as humanly possible??? It’s so fun to write.

(Also don’t be afraid about not doing it right, just draw it, I bet it would be a 10000/10 drawing anyway—)

And we gotta love Koby the Poet with his Muse Luffy. That boy is down so bad and he finally had the nerve to say it. Like sheesh. Took you long enough. One of my favorite details in the whole story is how Koby is constantly thinking “why me?” and “do I deserve this?” but in that one moment with Luffy, Koby doesn’t care about the why or if he deserves it. He just takes it with open arms and loves it.

I’m so happy you like TSaTS so much! I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite child out of my fics, but…well I do certainly love it a whole lot, and I’m gonna be sad when it comes to a close near Christmas/New Years. But in the mean time, I’M HAPPY YOU LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!

#the sun and the sea #ask stygianheart #ryan bryan #ryan bryan vivero #ryan vivero #kobylu #lukoby #gear 5 #joy boy #monkey d luffy #koby one piece

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carlos-in-glasses · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @chicgeekgirl89 @theghostofashton @sugdenlovesdingle @ladytessa74 @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @lemonlyman-dotcom @bonheur-cafe @reyesstrand @orchidscript @alrightbuckaroo @liminalmemories21 @strandnreyes @welcometololaland @rmd-writes @jesuisici33 ❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Twenty! <- Linking to the masterlist I recently made because I love the banner! -> This is a direct link to my Ao3.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

270,729

3. What fandoms do you write for

Only 9-1-1 Lonestar. It’s hard to imagine writing for anything else, but time shall tell.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Chasers 🏃🏽 When Soulmates Swim 💦 Afterglow of a Supernova ⭐ The Heart Behind the Shield ❤️‍🩹 The Light of Our Life 🦎

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I sure do. The idea of not responding breaks my heart a little, and I always feel bad for keeping people waiting, although I do. I like to respond chattily if it matches the commenter’s energy, and with a lot of gratitude, but on weekdays I usually end up in a headachy stupor so end up pushing responses until I feel awake. I’m so grateful that people take the time to read and comment. I have to tell them. I don’t even know how to explain how it feels to receive positive comments on my writing after writing into the void for so long before I tried my hand at fanfic.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t think any of them are truly angsty because they all end on a note of TK and Carlos loving each other through anything, but it’s probably Sweet Dreams and Flying Machines because it’s a 3x08 coda and TK is grieving. Or The Center of the Maze because the last chapter is partly a 4x18 coda Carlos is grieving for Gabriel. These boys have been through a lot!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

With Infinity Folded into it – plot being that right after TK proposes, Carlos reflects on the first time they said ‘I love you’. It’s fluff all the way down. But I also want to throw The Ruins of Wonderland (breakup/reconciliation AU) and Release the Hand to Relax the Animal (smut city) into the mix.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I was recently visited by the Carlos-hater fairy, as a few of us have been. It stung. But mainly I came away feeling really sad for the person behind that account.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

The kind where Carlos faceplants the headboard. The kind where they break the bed. The kind where they have tantric sex for hours. The kind where things are inside Carlos while he’s inside TK. The kind where they frot despite potentially being overlooked by ghosts (not as dumb as it sounds).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t, but I’d love to write a Tarlos fic that heavily involves Kevin and Captain Holt from B99. I’d find it challenging to get Kevin and Holt’s voices right, so inspiration will really need to grip me.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes – I was alerted by a lovely reader that portions of one of my fics had been plagiarised. I had to contact Ao3. A lot of people in the fandom really rallied and helped in various ways when it happened and I was lost at what to do. I want to say a big thank you because you shone like a beautiful bright light. It’s not at all flattering to be plagiarised – it feels absolutely terrible.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but I’d like to! It’s a question of finding the time (and agreeing ideas and how to go about it) so as to not let the collaborator down.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Tarlos. And may it never find land.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I typically only work on one thing at a time – so I don’t have an unfinished WIP gathering dust. I hope I’m able to write and post all the ideas I have eventually.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told more than once: Imagery, dialogue, characterisation, and carrying themes through.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Plotting and the more technical stuff. Being a good creative writer doesn’t necessarily translate to perfect grammar and syntax and all that jazz (I did very poorly in school across the board, which I’m sure is a surprise to nobody). I spend a long time editing my fics and fixing things post-production. What gets uploaded to Ao3 is the result of many rethinks and rescue missions.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I would like to work some Spanish into my current WIP (and in fact I’m planning for it to have a Spanish title) I think it’s completely fine to include other languages within fics. If anything it can provide context.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

9-1-1 Lonestar – my beloved, my first and only.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

The 90k story known as Flashback Fic (for now), which I’ll start posting in November, is my favourite fic because I genuinely think it’s the best thing I’ve written ever and I can’t wait to share it. I’ve been exploring the pasts of TK and Carlos in a way I’ve wanted to do for a long time, and linking it to the present, wherein Carlos is has been seeking Gabriel’s killer and floundering. For posted fics, When Soulmates Swim was the most fun I’ve had with characterisation and I loved spending time with TK and Carlos in my head throughout. Chapter 4, Lover’s Leap, was challenging to write but I love how it came out. Feedback on the ‘big moment’ in that chapter has been amazing. But I’m also really proud of The Center of the Maze, which I think is the most ‘beautiful’ and consistently so. I feel weird saying that about my own writing, but I felt really good about it during a re-read (I don’t often re-read them).

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