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captainseaweedbrains · 3 years

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Ship: Everlark #48

Thank you so much for sending me a prompt! I hope you enjoy! As always, drabbles don’t exist in my world. So it’s a bit longer than I anticipated. :P

Prompt: Meeting again at a high school reunion AU

Ao3: X

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“If you don’t go over there and talk to him, I’m going to and you know I won’t edit out any embarrassing details,” Madge warned when she saw Katniss looking over at the Welcome table yet again.

Katniss scowled, the alcohol clearly not kicking in yet. “I don’t need your help, Madge.”

“You’ve been sitting here for twenty minutes, Katniss,” her friend pointed out, “watching that table like a scared hawk.”

“Can a hawk be scared?” Madge glared at her and she conceded. “All right, all right. Yes, I am acting like a scared, made-up hawk, but I can’t help it! I made a total ass of myself back in high school. I’m afraid he’ll remember.”

“Of course he’ll remember.”

“You’re no help. Why’d I bring you as my date again?”

Her friend smiled a winning smile and rubbed her swollen stomach. “Because my dearest husband decided a fishing trip with his brothers was more important than coming with me to our ten year high school reunion and he bribed you with anything you wanted from his store as thanks.”

“Right, right,” she laughed. “So why are you trying to pawn your date off on some stranger, Madge Hawthorne?”

“Please!” Madge scoffed. “Peeta Mellark is so not a stranger to you. How many times did you two hook up in high school? In the band room, under the stage in the auditorium, the Home Ec room, and correct me if I’m wrong, but didn’t you two do it in Abernathy’s office?”

Popping the maraschino cherry from her drink into her mouth, Katniss smiled. “I’m not confirming, nor denying, anything of the sort. We were total saints in high school.”

“Uh huh.” Madge sighed and readjusted herself in her seat. “If you were total saints, why not go over and talk about your sainthood with Peeta, then?”

Because she had broken his heart? Because 18-year-old Katniss panicked and ruined a great thing? Because she knew for a fact, thanks to Facebook and small town busybodies, that Peeta had just gotten out of an engagement with some gorgeous blonde who looked like a model and showing up now felt like cutting open an old scar? Because she was scared of telling him how she really felt then? And how those feelings haven’t really gone away and seeing him there, smiling and laughing next to Delly Cartwright as they welcomed old classmates, reminded her those feelings were definitely still there?

“Because he’s busy working the Welcome table,” she said instead. “Don’t you hate when people chit chat you up while you’re trying to work a table?”

“No, but that’s because I’m not weird about people like you are.”

“I miss the shy, barely-spoke Madge from high school,” Katniss teased, bumping her foot against Madge’s. “What happened to her?”

“I joined a sorority in college and had to do three years of recruitment,” was all she said, still giving Katniss a pointed look. “Go talk to him, Katniss. Rip the band aid off.”

She looked over at the table and frowned. “What if he tells me off? I don’t think I can handle that kind of rejection.”

“He won’t,” Madge comforted, resting a hand on Katniss’ knee. “But you won’t know until you go over and say hello. Here,” she tore off her name tag and ripped it in half, handing the two pieces over to Katniss. “Ask for a new name tag for me as your excuse to talk to him.”

She gratefully took the stickers and stood up, glancing over at the table. Two people were in line, the first person animatedly talking to both Peeta and Delly she didn’t recognize from behind. Yes, she can do this. With one long shot of her drink, she went and stood in line, Madge giving a whoop of cheer in support.

The wait wasn’t long. Five minutes tops before she was walking up to the table, the two pale blondes smiling up at her, reminding her of all those times in high school they’d be managing the ticket table at lunch for Student Council or the ticket booth for football and basketball games.

“Katniss Everdeen!” Delly welcomed in her high-pitched squeaky voice that hasn’t changed a bit in ten years. “I thought I saw you around! You silly goose, how are you? What have you been up to? How has life been treating you? How is that lovely sister of yours?”

“Delly,” Katniss smiled. Even now, after all these years, it was hard not to reciprocate the woman’s warmth and energy. “Life’s been good, thanks. Can’t complain. Still living at home with my mom and sister. Prim’s fine. Going to school to be a doctor.”

“That’s amazing! And you’re a teacher now, I hear, right?”

“Um—yes, I am.” Her eyes shifted to Peeta, who was all smiles as well, before focusing back on Delly. “I’m a high school choral director at the high school next town over.”

“You did always have a beautiful voice,” Peeta stepped in and her legs almost turned to jello at the sound of his familiar yet somewhat deeper voice. “Inspiring students to find their voices.” Ever the wordsman, Peeta Mellark was.

“Yes,” she blushed, unable to help herself. “Um. That’s a really nice way of saying I spend half my time telling my classes to quiet down so we can get some work done.” They laughed and that helped calm some of her anxiety. “How are you both? I haven’t seen either of you since we all left for college!”

Delly answered first. “I’m a proud Stay-at-Home-Mom—”

“Don’t get her started on her triplets or else we’ll be here all night,” Peeta teased, happily accepting Delly’s shove.

“Wow,” Katniss breathed. “Triplets. That’s—that’s a lot of babies!”

“That’s what Thom says—you remember Thom, right, Katniss? We all had gym together in eleventh grade. Well, he’s my amazing husband now and he’s always joking how we nailed it out of the park on the first try.” She held out her phone to show a picture of three chubby toddlers, two girls and a boy, smiling cheekily at the camera in nothing but their diapers. “Gretchen, Analise, and Tommy,” Delly explained, pointing to each happy baby. “They just turned three last month and boy, are they keeping me busy!”

Katniss nodded. “They look adorable, Delly. Look just like you.”

“Thank you. That’s what everyone says.” She put her phone away. “Anyone in your life, Katniss?”

“Oh, um. No.” She looked down at the stickers in her hand, realizing she didn’t need it now with Delly talking a mile a minute. “Work keeps me pretty busy and most guys don’t understand why I prioritize a bunch of high schoolers over—well, everything.” She laughed, feeling a bit awkward now talking about her non-existent love life.

Delly looked over at Peeta, a knowing look in her eyes. “Peeta knows exactly how that is.”

“Delly,” he said, rolling his eyes at her. “I’m a high school art teacher,” he explained to Katniss. “And I run the school’s debate and speech teams for some extra money. So I get prioritizing your students over everything else.”

Oh. She didn’t know he was a teacher, too. Well that made a lot of sense why it was a pain hunting him down on Facebook. How had she not put two and two together? “Elective teachers unite,” she joked half-heartedly, feeling nervous again now that the attention was on him.

“May our program budgets always just barely make the cut,” he joined in, all smiles. She smiled back, unable to help herself. His smiles, familiar despite time away, always made her feel more at ease.

“You know, ever since I had the triplets, my bladder has never been the same,” Delly abruptly said standing up. “I have to visit the potty. The bathroom,” she corrected herself. “We’re working on potty training right now. Peeta, guard the table while I’m away?”

“Oh. Uh, sure thing, Dells.”

“You keep a close eye on him, Katniss. Make sure he doesn’t cause any mischief,” Delly warned with a wag of her finger before walking away, waving to those she knew as she went, which seemed to be everyone.

Katniss stood there for a moment, forlornly watching their buffer leave. She barely knew Delly, but now as the curly-haired blonde left, she felt a bit of a betrayal of being left alone with Peeta.

“You don’t have to watch over me,” Peeta said, her attention snapping back to him. “Delly was just teasing.”

“Oh no, it’s okay.” It wasn’t, not really, but admitting that would make things ten times more awkward. “Madge is my supposed date tonight, but she’s been spending more time in the bathroom than with me. So it’s fine. Um.” Just get it over with! “How are you, Peeta?”

“I’m fine, Katniss. Thank you for asking.”

“Of course, of course.” Wishing she’d consumed more alcohol before pursuing this quest, she went forth, “I heard you moved back into town. With your brother?”

He shook his head. “I forgot how small this town is. Yeah. I moved back. Go on and ask.” He motioned at her, rolling his eyes. “About my engagement. Everyone’s been asking about it.”

Katniss winced. “I didn’t want to pry, but yeah, I heard.”

“As did many others.” He sighed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I’m fine, really. I broke it off with her, actually. Wasn’t a right fit,” he explained. “I didn’t think it fair to either of us to continue further, but it still hurts a little.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Peeta.” But was she really, though? Was she seriously happy about a guy she hadn’t spoken to in over ten years being single again? God, she was a horrible person. “But it sounds like you did the mature thing. Breaking it off like that.”

He shrugged. “That’s what everybody tells me.”

Someone came up behind her and she stepped aside as Peeta snapped into greetings mode. It was amazing watching him change so swiftly like that. Some people truly never changed, she realized, remembering how quickly he seemed to change moods at the flip of a switch. He did it the day she broke things off with him. How his eyes cascaded down in disappointment and she’d wondered if he might cry after confessing how he felt about her for all this time, but then someone had walked in, calling out to them, and he became all smiles and acted like nothing drastic had happened between them.

It was a bit unsettling, the more she thought about it now.

The line of late comers started growing and Delly still hadn’t returned. Deciding to keep her promise, Katniss took a seat next to Peeta and smiled as another former classmate stepped up, ignoring the quizzical look he sent her as they were asked questions about times for the planned events and how they both were doing. Many assumed they were married now, remembering how close the two were in high school, and thank god for Peeta stepping in and saving her stumbling tongue, explaining how Katniss was just keeping Delly’s seat warm until she returned and that they hadn’t seen each other until tonight.

After the third or fourth classmate assumed their matrimonial union, Katniss laughed, picking at the ripped sticker she’d stuck to her skirt for safe keeping. “I didn’t realize so many people remembered us together.”

“Small town school,” he reminded her, his tone light and joking. Like she didn’t stupidly break his heart. “I’m not surprised they remembered you. You forget how much of an effect you have on people, Katniss.”

Her cheeks warmed. “I think you mean yourself there, Mr. Popular. I was that awkward band and choir girl with the braces who never shut up about why the Baroque style was far superior to Classical.”

“I remember those rants fondly,” Peeta laughed. “Your face would get all pinched because I barely knew what you were talking about, so I couldn’t offer any opinion. And I loved those braces! The silver brackets really brought out the silver in your eyes.”

She rolled her eyes, remembering that line he used to pull every time she complained about her teeth. “Well I’m happy to say those days are gone. I’ve been metal-free since college.”

“Took that long, huh?”

“I’m pretty sure my orthodontist was just milking it for my money those last three years,” she laughed. “My teeth looked pretty straight to me.” Katniss smiled widely, showing off her white, straight teeth she suffered many mouth cuts and rubber band snaps to achieve. He joined her and wow. It really did feel like no time had passed between them. Like they were just a couple of teens back in high school, making fun of a teacher or a douchey classmate.

Peeta looked down at the table, tapping his pen in thought. “You know,” he said after a moment, still looking down, “I am free from this table at 7.”

“That makes sense,” she nodded. “If people haven’t arrived in the first hour and a half, that’s their loss.”

“It is,” he smiled, glancing up at her. Yes, his eyes were still as clear blue as she remembered, and was it possible for eyelashes to grow? His looked longer now. “If you’d be fine with it, Katniss, I’d like to catch up with you some more.” Was it her imagination or did he seem nervous? That made no sense. She broke his heart. If anyone should be nervous, it was her. And she was. The constant flutter in her stomach more noticeable now with her sitting so close to him.

“Oh. Um.” It was her turn to look down at her hands. “Okay. Sure. Yeah, that’d be great.”

Peeta seemed uncertain, though. “Are you sure? Was I too forward just now? Sorry, ever since my break-up, I seem to be a bit rusty talking with people.” That was hard to believe.

“No, no!” Katniss rushed to assure him. “I just—didn’t think you’d really want to catch up after how we ended things.” There. She mentioned it. Old heartbreak was out there now. “I know I messed things up pretty badly.”

To her surprise, Peeta laughed, shaking his head. “Trust me, that is water under the bridge, Katniss. I was stupid and should have picked up on the vibes you were sending me.”

“And I was stupid, too,” she said, a bit shyly.

“High schoolers can be pretty stupid.”

“I don’t know,” she smiled. “Mine seem a lot smarter than when we were that age.”

“Mine too.” He pretended to think. “Perhaps we were just idiots and it has nothing to do with how young we were.”

She laughed. “Maybe.”

He tapped her pen with his. “To being idiots?”

“To being idiots.” She tapped his pen back.

And at 7 o’clock sharp, Peeta declared it was time they drank until they got so drunk, it was like they were back at Finnick Odair’s Friday night after-game parties. Katniss happily agreed, sternly reminding him she wasn’t going to make out with him tonight like they used to do in the toolshed during those parties, causing him to burst out laughing. Quickly scrawling out Madge’s name on a new sticker, she told Peeta she’d meet him at the bar.

“I have to give my date her sticker.” He told her the booze waited for no one and headed to where a group of their classmates were chanting for someone to “Chug! Chug! Chug!” She smiled and went back to Madge, who was chatting with Leevy Anderson, an old friend of hers.

“Well,” Madge asked after Leevy excused herself. “You were gone an awful long time. Did you get my sticker?” Katniss handed it to her with a smile. “I take it things went well? Or were you just sputtering out nonsense.”

“It went very well,” Katniss told her, glancing over at the bar where Peeta stood, holding two drinks out, one clearly being hers. “We’re going to get crazy drunk now because this night has been extremely long for both of us. I hope you’re fine driving me?”

“One of us needs to get crazy drunk tonight,” Madge laughed, patting her stomach. “Drink for me, too?”

“Of course.”

“Going to make out with Peeta Mellark like old times?” her friend teased, noticing Peeta now. “I’m sure there’s a closet you two can sneak into.”

Katniss scoffed at her friend’s blatant assumption. “No, we’re not making out tonight, Madge.” Madge nodded, taking a sip of her pop. “We might next Friday, though,” she added a bit coyly. “He’s taking me out to dinner.” And she walked away before her friend could say anything further.

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nickysurfer28 · 4 years

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Disclaimer: This is not my Gif and I do not claim this gif as my own.

Note: I wrote this for the lovely @denisemarieangelina to make her feel better. I know she’s been feeling down and I thought I would cheer her up. So I gave her a hot sessions . Lol 😂 hugs ��💙😍👍

One shot/short Drabble

Warning ⚠️: 18+ adults only , smut , fluff , swearing

Pairing: Denise (You) female reader x Steve Rogers

Hot sessions: in the man cave

You were busy setting up for movie night with the girls. You invited everyone in the movie chat room and everyone voted on “Captain America: Winter Solider” . Since your husband was out of town still you figured you could use his man cave to watch the movie on his Xbox. All the girls in the chat room were super excited. You heard a few beeps and you went to check your cellphone.

Chat room:

Dalia: “oh I love captain america! ❤️”

Shannon: “I could go for captain america! “

Nicky: “woohoo 🥳 my captain 💙😜😍🔥”

Joann: “wait?! you guys are watching captain america!”

Cassie: “ooh sign me up! Bucky !!! I’m coming !!” 😂🤣❤️

Kelli: “whaat! Love me some Steve Rogers!” ❤️

You: “okay guys hold on .I’m almost ready ! Let me make my popcorn 🍿 I’ll be right back”

You went into the kitchen to make your popcorn. Just as you place the popcorn bag in the microwave this powerful surge went off. It was so weird like this energy wave of blue and green light spread out thru the house.

“What the hell was that!”

You went outside to see if any of the neighbors saw this weird blue and green light thing. No one was outside, just the lights on in the neighbors house next to you. Even one neighbor waved from there window. You waved back thinking it must of been some weird light outage in your house.

“I wonder what the heck was that..hmm.. whatever.”

You sent a text out to your husband Tim about the lights acting crazy in the house.

Text:

You: hey Tim , have you noticed anything with the lights acting up in the house.

Tim: no honey, I haven’t . Why?

You: I don’t know what happened but it was so weird like some fucking blue and green lights spread out like some force field.

Tim: I never heard such a thing. Everything okay?

You: yeah I’m fine. Maybe I’ll get visited by aliens tonight. LOL 😂

Tim: okay. Love you

You: alright love ya too.

You went back to finish making your popcorn figuring it must have just be the lights acting up or something. You got yourself settled in your husband’s man cave and got your movie ready to watch on the Xbox. You sent a message to the girls in the chat room you were all set to go.

Chat room:

You: “hey! I’m all ready to go? Everyone ready?”

Dalia: “I’m ready”

Nicky: “yesss! I’m ready! Let’s go!!!”

Kellie: “I’m ready!”

Shannon: “ready !”

Ellie: “ I’m ready”

Cassie: “ I’m ready for Bucky!!!” 🤣😂

Joann: “ready”

Tanya: “ I’m ready”

You: “Alright hit play “

You got settled into the comfy recliner with your popcorn in hand. The opening credits began showing the famous marvel logo. Soon enough there was captain america on the large screen tv. Your eyes were glued to that handsome man you so adored. Everyone in the chat room was just as excited as you were when captain america aka Steve Rogers appeared. You thought to yourself “Damn I like to have a hot session with that man anytime”. You giggled thinking about how it would happen. As you were watching the movie the blue and green light wave of energy field happened again. The powerful surge pushed you back flinging the chair with you in it . A bright light bursted out of the tv. Luckily the cushion of the chair broke your fall. You got up slowly to look around.

“Oh no Tim is gonna kill me when he finds out I broke his Xbox , oh shit even the tv?!”

You noticed a tall figure walking thru the light and smoke of the energy field. You could make out his board shoulders and nicely shape waist and long legs. You also could see his blond hair and piercing blue eyes.

“Holy shit.. is that captain america!”

You slowly stood up and eased your way towards the captain. He looked around trying to figure out his surroundings. He saw you walking up slowly towards him.

“Ma‘am , sorry to intrude but do you know where I’m at?”

You hesitated to answer after hearing his smooth rich deep tone voice. You felt this wave of heat coursing thru your body just from hearing him talk.

“I ... uh .. I mean sir .. uh I mean captain america or Mr.Rogers.. uh you’re in my house?”

“Oh your house?.. well I’m sorry for crashing into your home ma’am but please call me Steve.”

You were still in shock that captain america himself was standing in the middle of your his husband’s man cave.

“Oh well ... Steve.. um it’s not a problem and you can call me Denise “

“Hello Denise “

He smiled. You melted instantly on the spot sending shivers down your body. You felt your core heating up. “Oh crap Denise get hold of yourself” you quickly snapped back out of your thoughts.

“Well I think you came thru my tv. I don’t know how you got here.”

“Well Denise I don’t know either.”

“I wonder if it had to do with that weird blue and green light flashing thru my house”

“Hmm..possibly”

He sighed. Steve was standing there in thought with his hands placed on his buckle. You couldn’t help stare in awe of this gorgeous man. You also noticed his muscles peeking thru his suit and his beautiful side profile. The lips and his long eyelashes and those amazing blue eyes of his. You felt yourself getting wet just looking at him. He turned to look at you.

“Denise??.. Are you okay?”

“Uh.. yeah I’m good”

“Well I feel bad about the mess I did here in your room, at least I could do is help you clean up”

“Oh! No , you don’t have to”

“I insist...really?!.. please let me help”

“Well okay.. you could probably or say definitely pick up the recliner and some of the other heavy stuff I can’t lift by myself”

“Sure..point the way”

“Thank you Steve “

“No problem I’m glad too”

Steve proceeded to pick up the recliner and with ease. You went to grab the broom and some other supplies to clean up. As you were walking back to your husband’s man cave you thought to yourself “holy fuck.. captain america is in my house ! His actually in my house! Oh gosh I can’t tell Tim about this! Thank god there’s no camera’s in the man cave!”

You headed back towards the man cave. Everything was back in place like it was before. All you had to do was just clean up a little bit of the debris on the floor. “Holy fuck! This guy is good! Maybe I should have him clean my whole house !” Steve was sitting in the recliner relaxing. He quickly noticed you and stood up like a solider in attention.

“Ma’am .. I mean Denise .” He stuttered.

“Oh no it’s okay you can sit in the chair.”

You walked up towards him and gently sat him back in the chair. You sat yourself onto his lap and comfortable position on top of his crotch.

“Denise ... I ... i you’re a very lovely full figured woman ... and uh..you know .. um.”

“Sssh... don’t worry let me do all the work.”

Steve was a bit startled by your gesture. You took your shirt off and reveal your large ample breasts. Steve’s eyes widen in amazement. He try to look away as his face was blushing red. You grabbed his cheek and turned him to face you. You crashed your lips onto his. He almost pulled back nervously.

“Denise... maybe .. we should ... uh ..”

“Ssh... it’s okay Steve.”

You started to grind your hips against him. Steve places his hands on your waist. Your core started to get wet finding your rhythm. Steve grunted. You could feel his large member getting hard and tight in his pants. You moan slightly in pleasure as you picked up your pace grinding on him feeling his cock getting harder by the minute. You unbuckled his belt and opened his pants revealing his hard cock bobbing out and pre-cum dripping off his tip. You licked your lips at the sight of his glorious member. You quickly try to take your pants off but Steve helped by ripping them off like it was paper. You positioned yourself on his hard cock filling the insides of your wet core. You moaned again as you tilted your head back in ecstasy. Steve quickly pumped you with hard thrusts deep inside. Your breasts were bouncing against him as he rhythmic thrusts kept pounded you. He sucked on your nipples and placed gentle kisses around your neck. Steve started picking up the pace and thrusting deeper inside you. Your backed arched as you felt the heat of the climax rising thru your body. Steve soon right after spilled his hot seed inside you. Your bodies collapsed in the chair.

“Wow... well Denise that was some ride.” You giggled.

“Why yes it was.”

You both finished cleaning up and it was time to say goodbye to the famous Steve Rogers aka Captain America.

“Well Steve, thank you for the lovely evening”

Steve blushed and smiled.

“Your welcome Denise , I’ll never forget this experience.” He placed a kiss your lips and have you a warm hug. You wish this hug could last forever.

“Thank you Steve ... really thank you .”

“My pleasure ma’am” he smiled and walked back threw the blue and green light and disappeared.

You almost forgot that it was movie night and your phone was beeping from the notifications in the chat room. “Oh shit.. I forgot about the girls! Wait until I tell them what happened!!”

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flight-of-the-sacred-eagle · 4 years

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Snow Day

It’s a snow day and literally everyone is stuck where they are. This is really just a bunch of drabbles with a single plot rip

“Miiiiiiiiiilllleeeeees, it’s coooooooold,” Phoenix whined as he flopped down onto the couch, resting his head on his lap.

“It’s not that cold, Phoenix,” Miles said, barely bothering to look up from his book. Phoenix huffed.

“It’s freezing,” he mumbled. “Have you been outside?!” He asked. Miles rolled his eyes.

“No,” he said. “Because I can tell that it would be a bad idea,” he said.

“I wanted to try to see if I could get to Trucy,” Phoenix grumbled. “I didn’t realize that it was that cold,” he said. “It never gets that cold!” He whined.

“Trucy is fine, Phoenix,” Miles said before he sighed and put his book down. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” He muttered as he looked down at his boyfriend. Phoenix snorted.

“I’ve still beat you multiple times,” he said. “So I can’t be that bad,” he said. Miles rolled his eyes.

“You win because your clients are innocent,” he said. “And your tactics tend to be... interesting to say the least,” he said as he smiled down at his boyfriend.

“Hey. They work,” Phoenix said as he sat up. Then, he wrapped his arms around Miles and laid back down, pulling him onto his chest.

“W-Wright!” Miles exclaimed as he tried to wiggle his way out of his boyfriend’s grip. “What are you doing?!” He asked. Phoenix grinned.

“I’m going to take a nap,” he said. “And so are you,” he said. Miles huffed.

“We just got up,” he grumbled. “Let me go,” he said.

“Nope,” Phoenix said. “You’re staying here,” he said as reached up and grabbed a blanket, draping it over the pair.

“Phoenix... I hate you,” Miles grumbled as he gave up.

“Love you too, Miles.”

———

“Clay?”

“Yes, Em?”

“Are we seriously stuck here?” Ema asked as she stared out of the window and at the snow.

“Looks like it,” Clay said as he looked out of the window himself. Ema groaned.

“Of course- the one day I actually needed to get stuff done, and we’re snowed in,” she grumbled. She was never a fan of snow to begin with, but to be snowed in? Well, there was a reason she lived in California in the first place. Clay just shrugged.

“Eh. Could be worse,” he said. “We could have ‘pollo and Klavier with us,” he said.

“Oh god,” Ema said with a laugh. “That would end up with someone dead,” she said. “I can barely stand being by the fop on a good day, but to be stuck with him?” She asked. “That would be torture. Especially with him loving on Apollo like he does,” she said.

“No, that’s not what I’d be worried about,” Clay said with a smirk. “They tend to have a hard time keeping their hands off each other when they’re bored,” he said. Ema gagged.

“Ew, I do not need to think about the fop fucking Apollo,” she said. “That’s just gross,” she said. Clay laughed.

“Hey, at least you didn’t learn about their relationship by walking in on them,” he said. “I will never get that image out of my mind,” he said.

“No, I just found out by hearing Apollo fucking moan in Klavier’s office,” Ema said with a laugh. “And that office is soundproof!” She exclaimed as she made her way to the chair and sat down.

“Okay, but Klavier on top of Apollo,” Clay said. “And they were on the couch!” He exclaimed. “Sure, they had their clothes on still, but like. Damn, couldn’t you two wait like, half a minute longer?!” He asked, earning a snort from Ema. Ema shook her head.

“I will never understand why anyone could enjoy that,” she said. Clay snorted.

“You and me both,” he said before humming.

“Want to marathon the original Star Trek and get drunk?”

“Fuck yeah!”

———

“Really?!” Athena exclaimed as she stared out of the window and glared. “I actually had stuff I wanted to get done today!” She exclaimed.

“Did you now?” Simon asked. “I thought you planned to just sit and watch TV all day,” he said with a smirk. Athena huffed.

“Yeah, but I still wanted to have to option to leave!” She exclaimed as she stalked away from the window, not really looking at her boyfriend, who had a smirk on his face. “I could’ve wanted to shop or something later!” She exclaimed. Simon just chuckled.

“No you wouldn’t have,” he said as he pushed himself to his feet. “Come here, blackbird,” he said. “There’s no use getting mad over this,” he said as Athena felt him wrap his arms around her.

“Yeah, but...” Athena trailed off as she felt Simon rest his chin on the top of her head. “Fine,” she grumbled. “I’m still not happy about this,” she said as she allowed Simon to lead her back to the couch.

“Mm, I can tell,” Simon said as they sat down. Athena just sighed as she snuggled into Simon’s side.

“I forgot how much I hated snow,” she grumbled. “It’s so annoying when it gets like this,” she said. Simon just hummed as he started running his fingers through her hair.

“Weren’t you saying that snow was romantic a few days ago?” He asked with a smirk, earning a huff.

“Yeah, but not like this,” Athena said. “When it’s like this, it’s just annoying,” she said. “Snow is only great when you can actually move around and walk in it,” she said. “And when you can skate on it,” she added.

“Dragging me skating was the worst decision you’ve ever made,” Simon grumbled. “What the bloody hell did you think it was going to accomplish?” He asked. Athena shrugged.

“I don’t know, something romantic?” She said. “It was pretty funny though,” she admitted with a chuckle. Simon huffed.

“To you maybe,” he grumbled before he pulled Athena closer and kissed the top of her head.

“Was that a kiss?” Athena asked as she turned to look up at her boyfriend, a playful smirk on her face. “I didn’t realize the Twisted Samurai showed affection,” she said.

“Who the hell have I been dating then, blackbird?” Simon asked with a smirk. “I didn’t realize you had a copy,” he said. Athena snorted.

“I do, her name is Anetha,” she said with a laugh. Simon just laughed before he gently grabbed her chin and pulled her into a kiss.

“I love you, blackbird.”

“Love you too, Simon.”

———

“Daddy is going to absolutely freak out,” Trucy said as she stared at the snow outside the house. “He’s going to be so worried that I can’t get home,” she said. “And Papa is going to reassure him that I’m safe,” she said.

“Oh?” Pearl said as Trucy turned to look at her friend. “Has this happened enough for you to know this?” She asked. Trucy snorted.

“Oh trust me. This has happened so many times,” she said. “There was that time Daddy and Papa’s flight got grounded in Germany because of a huge snowstorm and Uncle Larry ran out of vacation days so he had to go back to work,” she explained.

“So Daddy was freaking out, but Uncle Larry just let me tag along with him to the police station,” she said. “Told me that ‘Nick took that other girl along on murder trials so it shouldn’t be that bad for you to go’,” she said, changing her voice so that she sounded like the detective. Pearl giggled.

“Mr. Larry is really funny,” she said. “You know when he first met me, he and Mr. Gumshoe tried showing off their guns to calm me down?” She asked.

“That sounds like something they’d do,” Trucy said with a giggle. “Oh! And there was that one time where Polly and I were investigating a case on the other side of town when a big storm came and Klavier offered to take us to his place to wait out the storm,” she said. “Daddy called Polly about every five minutes,” she said.

“But you were with Mr. Polly!” Pearl exclaimed. “He’s super nice!” She exclaimed. Trucy snorted.

“I know!” She exclaimed. “Daddy gets really worried about me,” she said. “It’s both nice and annoying at the same time,” she said. Pearl nodded.

“I can imagine,” she said. “Though he had lost people before,” she said with a frown. “Maybe he just is worried he’d lose you like he lost Mystic Maya?” She asked.

“Maybe...” Trucy said. “But he knows I can take care of myself!” She exclaimed. “I know how to throw knives really accurately! And Auntie Frannie got me a whip too!” She exclaimed.

“And Mr. Larry taught us both how to use a gun if we needed to,” Pearl added. Trucy nodded.

“And ‘thena taught me how to flip people on their backs,” she said. “And Simon taught me how to use a sword,” she said. Pearl chuckled.

“I feel bad for anyone who wants to try to mess with you,” she said before smiling. “Want to watch more Christmas movies?” She asked.

“Sure!”

———

“I don’t think the train’s running today,” Maya said as she looked out her window.

“I don’t think anyone is foolish enough to try to go out in this,” Franziska said as she continued to type away. Maya snorted.

“Oh no, Nick probably tried to get to the train station,” she said. Franziska chuckled.

“Of course he would,” she said. “He’s almost as foolish as my little brother,” she said.

“He doesn’t exactly have the best ideas outside of court, does he?” Maya asked.

“My brother found the fool on top of the house the other day,” Franziska said. Maya snorted.

“Seriously?” She asked. Franziska just nodded. “Nick is terrified of heights!” She exclaimed. “What on earth was he doing on the roof?!” She asked. Franziska rolled her eyes.

“The fool wanted to hang Christmas lights on the roof,” she said simply. “My little brother had to rescue him,” she said. “Apparently the fool refused to let Trucy do it,” she said.

“Of course,” Maya said with an eye roll. “You know, I sometimes wonder how the hell he lived this long,” she said. “Running over a burning bridge, telling people that he has evidence that you put them in jail, eating a necklace that could have been laced with poison...” she trailed off with a snort.

“Don’t forget he purposely chose to be represented by a murder who had a vendetta against him,” Franziska said. “And then almost threw his apprentice under the bus by making him present false evidence,” she said. Maya rolled her eyes.

“And don’t forget that he seemingly taught Polly to do the same shit he does,” she said. “I mean, you know what happened during the whole HAT-2 case,” she said. Franziska sighed.

“I’m surprised that entire agency is standing still,” she said.

“You and me both.”

———

“Ugh. I don’t spend winters in Khura’in so I can avoid this shit!” Apollo exclaimed as he peered out of the window and glared at the snow on the ground.

“It’s not that bad, schatzi,” Klavier said as he put his arm around his boyfriend. Apollo just looked up at Klavier.

“Klav. Clay invited Ema over to help wrap last night,” he said. Klavier winced.

“Ah. That... may be interesting,” he said before he kissed the top of Apollo’s head. “But look on the bright side,” he said. “You’re here with me,” he said.

“Ah yes,” Apollo said with a snort. “Trapped with the most egotistical man I know,” he said with an eye roll. “How lucky!” He exclaimed.

“You wound me, Herr Forehead!” Klavier exclaimed with a laugh. “I’m not that bad,” he said. Apollo snorted.

“Yes, you are,” he said as he poked Klavier’s cheek. “You are the absolute worst,” he said. “In multiple ways,” he said. Klavier smirked.

“Oh? What ways?” He asked.

“Well, the way that you’re obviously trying to get something out of me right now is one way,” Apollo said.

“Is it working?” Klavier asked. Apollo hummed.

“Hmm... not yet,” he said. “You’re going to have to try a little harder,” he said as he maneuvered his way onto Klavier’s lap. Klavier smirked.

“Do I now?” He asked.

“Mmhmm,” Apollo said. “You’re going to have to try a lot harder...” he mumbled as he leaned up.

“Oh really?” Klavier said before he captured Apollo in a deep kiss.

“Then let’s see how good I can get...”

#ace attorney #athena cykes #apollo justice #clay terran #ema skye #klavier gavin #phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #franziska von karma #maya fey #pearl fey #trucy wright #klapollo #cykesquill #narumistu #wrightworth #franmaya

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centralsaints · 4 years

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writing tag game

tagged by @idolcandy to do this, honestly what a timing since i got back from a one year writing slumber recently

AO3 name: centralsaints

Fandoms: according to my ao3 profile, i wrote for death note (1 published fic), hetalia (3 published fics) and my candy love (8 published fics). but all the fandoms i have written for that i have not posted there? oh boy. so there’s the arcana, voltron (wrote half of a fic back in 2017 and then never touched it again), wrote some kind of thing (?) while i read PJO for the first time, i have one black butler series that is uh. buried somewhere on ff.net (about the reaper’s death if i remember correctly. also was probably on crack in the summer of 2017 and wrote the plan of a modern au fic in whihc alois owned a tarantula). if we go back to high school i have written for naruto and also the rotbtd fandom. oh god i wrote A LOT for that crossover. still have some kind of fic planned (that i named the stay dead au) that i kinda want to write. i think that covers all of it? OH I FORGOT THE MOST ABSURD ONE: i have started writing a fic for Dramatical Murder recently. i got into that game in 2014, played it for the first time in 2017, then forgot it existed until a month ago

Tropes: FOUND FAMILY, friends to lovers, slice of life, unrequited love, bittersweet ending, character studies, working through mental health (?), i can’t think of other tropes i use?

Number of fics: officially i have 6 finished one shots, one on going drabble collection, one abandonned fic (rip seen 2:18 am u will be missed), one semi-abandonned fic, and one finished fic on ao3. on the amour sucré forum i have an abandonned fic (rip again to seen), an on going fic called “12 things alexy hates” REALLY want to continue this one, one finished fic and a one shot collection. i dont know how many wips i have sitting in my google doc.

Fic I spent the most time on: SEEN: 2:18 AM. i unfortunately have abandonned it by now, but on god i spent maybe from july 2017 to early 2018 entirely focused on planning that fic, and it still is the longest time i’ve spent having my attention on one project.

Fic I spent the least time on: this death note short (the only one on my ao3 lmao). i wrote it in under an hour at like 1 am because i couldn’t get the scene out of my head, the night before a deadline for one of my art history essay i was trying to finish

Longest fic: for my published fic it’s the meme that is this group chat fic. but outside of that, it’s probably SEEN. the draft for it is 11 000 words and the doc is 33 pages long. maybe i’ll sort through it one day but my writing has changed a lot so its likely those 33 pages wont be published, rip again to this fic

Shortest fic: fever dream, an armin/nathaniel fic i wrote while i was sick

Most hits/kudos/comment threads/bookmarks: it’s apparently the group chat fic smh.

Total word count: 19 834 on AO3. absolutely no idea for all the wips sitting in my drive.

Favorite fic I wrote: definitely the drabble series about the twins “the things that follows”. i wrote most of these while i was in therapy, and untangling some stuff about myself, in spring 2018. i was in a pretty good place i think at that time, and that’s why i still love this series a lot.

Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: i’m contemplating continuing the group chat fic, and maybe one day if i find the energy to comb through and rewrite SEEN, i’d really like for that to happen. there’s also a short drabble about armin getting stuck in a time loop i posted on my tumblr that i want to expand onto a full fic (which the working title rn is “purgatorio”)

Share a bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on: my current and most recent wips include; the dmmd fic series, a series of mcl OS inspired by the magnus archive universe and the slow building of a UL rewrite with my OC charlie the national fuck up. so here’s some of those;

Sei does not know for how long he has been cut off from his own mind and stuck in his body, unable to go away like he used to do so when the world was too harsh and too real for him, but also unable to completely shut off his mind, like he had wanted. An unknown amount of time passes; he feels himself trying to reach for the outside, for the bits of himself outside of his mind and it seems like there is nothing outside.

from the dmmd sei centric fic, because he deserves to l i v e. working title for this series is the long way home

I will say one thing before I begin this, and it’s the same thing I told the police and the lawyers: it was justified. It was necessary. It might have been a murder, but it sure was not a crime. You have to understand that have taken to hunting monsters for a living. And that man was in fact, a monster.

from nathaniel’s statement, in the mcl x tma series.

They weren’t a couple, that was something very clear between them, and one of the first thing Charlie had said after the first time they’d slept together. Still, it felt oddly domestic for Nathaniel to see Charlie come out of his bathroom, bare faced with her hair still wet with only a t-shirt that was clearly too old and too big for her.

from a scene in my UL rewrite/fic/AU.

thank you for the tag!! i tag @marycecilyy and anyone who wants to do this tbh, i don’t uh. really know a lot of writers.

#writing #tag game

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briannamarguerite · 6 years

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I had an hour to kill and forgot my laptop so I wrote a quick Drabble off @londonfoginacup ‘s tags on a post with football-shaped bread (namely “baker Harry tries to woo Louis”) I wrote this on my phone so soz about typos😂)

Harry wanted to be romantic and say it was the boy’s eyes he noticed first. And he did get around to those, he did (they were pure and deep blue, the color of the evening sky just after the sun completely slipped below the horizon but before the black of midnight. See, would someone who was not romantic be able to come up with that?)

Or his smile. The one that Harry would later realized he craved, would later do everything in his power to earn. The one that tickled out the crinkles that told of a life spent laughing.

But in truth it was the boy’s ass that he noticed first. Harry couldn’t be faulted really, because it had been at eye-level at the time he’d realized anyone else had even come into the bakery.

He blamed it on the tray. Or the crack in the floor that no one else ever seemed to trip over but Harry swore was real (it was fucking real okay Susan?). And that’s how he ended up on his knees in front of the most delectable ass he’d ever encountered. It was plump, and jiggled beneath the worn gray of the boy’s joggers, and Harry curled his fingers until they dug into the flesh of his palm to stop himself from reaching out, making sure this wasn’t some sex-drought hallucination.

“Oh hello,” the boy said once he noticed Harry, his friendly smile bending toward bemused curiosity as Harry continued to gape (Or perhaps PERHAPS Harry was making that serial killer face everyone got creeped out by but that he could never seem to control until it was too late.) The boy crouched down, his thighs (his glorious thighs! Had Harry been killed dead by his ass? He was brought back to life with the thick perfection that pulled and bunched beneath the fabric). “Need help, Love?” The boy asked, his strong northern accent dropping the spaces between the words, reminding Harry of home.

Harry shook his head. Speech seemed ambitious at the moment, so he simply waved a general hand at the mess (what the hell that was supposed to accomplish he didn’t know) and then pushed to his feet. The boy followed suit.

By the time Harry made it back to the register, he’d somewhat untangled his tongue (don’t think about your tongue you bloody idiot) and managed a weak “Harry” followed by a wide-eyed stare he could only hope would be interpreted as, tell me your name please because I want to know what to call my future husband and also please be gay thank you.

“Louis” The boy said, his (beautiful evening sky) eyes all but gone with the force of his smile.

“Help you?” Harry got out past the disappointment that he couldn’t start doodling his future last name yet.

Louis glanced down at baskets of bread under the register, and Harry sighed both relieved and utterly devastated that he no longer held louis’ full attention.

“Lads and I are kicking around over at the park, but I’m starved. Have any sandwiches?”

Harry jumped into action (okay so it wasn’t technically on the menu but Louis needed to be fed, and who was Harry not to rise to the challenge?) and made Louis his famous ham and cheese using the special gourmet ingredients he kept in the bakery’s mini fridge for his own lunches.

“Cheers, love,” Louis said dropping his change in the tip jar. He bit into the sand which right then and there and Harry’s breath caught on the wrong side of his windpipe as he waited for the verdict. “Fucking sick, mate,” Louis said flashing Harry a thumbs up.

Then he walked out of Harry’s life, leaving only one last image of his perfect juicy peach pressing against thin fabric to fuel Harry’s after work stress relief. (Sex drought okay?)

The ladies of the bakery at first were endeared by Harry’s lamenting that he’d missed his chance with the boy who was clearly his soulmate, but their smiles took on a brittle edge by the end of the week.

It wasn’t until the next Saturday when Harry was vacillating between resignation that now that he’d met and lost the boy who was clearly the love of his life he was clearly destined to live alone, and blind faith that fate surely would bring them together once more when the bell on the door chimed.

The problem was he was near that crack again (which WAS REAL) and he was carrying a tray of cookies and honestly it wasn’t his fault, what was he supposed to do when his future husband was BACK and standing there in A SHEER WHITE T SHIRT that brought out the deep caramel of his skin? That revealed the sharp edges of his collarbones.

Well he ended up on the floor again, of course.

But then Louis was crouching next to him with that smile, the one that promised slow Sunday mornings, and stupid tickle fights, and private jokes shared across crowded tables at dinner parties. “So this is a common occurrence, is it?”

From then on Louis came into the bakery every Saturday, and Harry managed to stay on his feet (okay most of the time, god, alright?).

And they actually started talking. It was slow at first because Harry’s gaping kind of put a crimp on banter. But by the fourth visit they were chatting favorite music (indie for Louis, classic rock for Harry) by the sixth, family (“only one sister? Bless, I’ve got five meself and a brother on top of that) by the eighth, future plans (they were both in school but Louis wanted to try acting, Harry was mulling pastry institutes).

The problem was louis was very much not picking up on Harry’s attempt to woo him. Which, alright he admitted was subtle. But he’d baked the sandwich bread into a heart (and a smiley face and a star and any number of cute creative shapes to let louis know he was thinking about him) for gods sake. What else did a boy have to do to get asked on a date?

“why don’t you just ask him out, dear?” Babs asked as she watched him with his latest attempt (a football and to be honest if this didn’t work he didn’t know what would).

“Cuz” Harry said stubbornly pressing lines into the sticky dough, knowing he was being irrational.

When Louis came in that day, he was beautiful as always, a beenie perched on his windswept hair, turning all this features sharp and gorgeous. He smiled that smile at Harry and this time it promised Friday nights and silk sheets and lace underwear and expensive wine. Or Harry could just really be suffering from his sex drought.

“Hi Lou,” Harry sighed resting his arms on the counter in such a way to casually draw attention to the football-shaped bread in the basket.

“Umm,” Louis didn’t in fact look down. No instead his eyes were on the menu board above Harry’s head (come on! He hadn’t changed his order in all the weeks he’d been coming in. Harry tapped the glass, done with subtlety.) Louis’ eyes snapped to his and then darted away, his hands shoved in his pockets as he rocked back on his heels. If harry didn’t know better he’d say Louis was nervous.

“Yeah? harry prompted and there was pinging going on in the back of his brain, like he should be realizing something, but the messages weren’t quite getting through his Louis fog.

“Was wondering if you’d like to go out with me,” Louis said on one breath so that all the words slurred together and jumbled inside Harry’s head where a part of his brain had understood and was popping champagne while the other (which unfortunately was in charge of his motor functions) was struck dumb so that he was just left staring.

Louis flushed (a pale pretty rose color tint Harry noticed) and started backing away. “I mean ... sorry if ... misunderstood ... read this wrong ...”

“No!!” Harry’s desperation was somehow enough to get the word out and as louis’ face fell he nearly ripped off his tongue for how it must have sounded. “I mean yes!! You didn’t misread. I’d love to please thank you very much. Yes.”

Some point during Harry’s ramblings, Louis’ smile came back. And this time it promised tuxes and aisles and registries and (ok don’t get ahead of yourself here Harold).

“Sick,” Louis said on an exhale and then they both grinned at each other stupid and silly as they exchanged numbers.

Just before Louis turned to head out, he stopped, his eyes on the basket of bread. “Oh that’s so cool, you know if you squint hard enough those actually look like footballs.” He said it with a laugh and a wave and Harry told himself it wouldn’t be well done for him to murder his future husband.

#baker harry #woos footie lous #hahaha #drabble

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femslashy · 5 years

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2018 fic year in review

thank you so much for tagging me @homosociallyyours !! this was really fun (and also a bit hard haha) to do ^__^

1. number of stories (including drabbles) posted to ao3: 19 (6 100 word seasonal drabbles, and out of the rest 4 are under 1k and 2 are chaptered but one of those is still a WIP)

2. word count posted for the year: 142,383 which is def more than i’ve written in previous years but my initial goal for this year was 200k and then i lowered it to 150k and then decided i should focus less on word count and more on actually finishing the fics lmaooo

3. list of works posted this year in order of posting:

the tesco fic (although i didn’t make the tumblr post until recently)

three spring drabbles (100 words each)

begin again [timestamp] (my only snowbaz fic in 2018)

we’re swimming with the sharks until we drown

SPHERICAL

got me an appetite, now i can taste it

Take a Chance on Me

Getting Naked on Camera (NOT CLICKBAIT)

my favourite colour is you

louis tomlinson’s completely 100% foolproof guide to snagging the fit bloke next door (3 100 word drabbles)

no better place than right by your side

days gone by (WIP)

love the cronch

zero to sixty

where the love light gleams

4. fandoms i wrote for: mostly one direction and by that i mean i posted a timestamp for a carry on fic from 2017 and the rest was one direction lol

5. pairings: harry/louis, simon/baz (ONCE)

6. story with the most hits: Take a Chance on Me with 10975 hits :o

7. story with the most kudos: Take a Chance on Me with 426 kudos

8. story with the most comments: Take a Chance on Me with 52 comments threads

9. work i’m most proud of and why: well Take a Chance on Me was both my first time doing a big bang as well as the longest thing i’ve ever written (twice the length of the previous longest!) and i’m still completely in love with the art for it courtesy of @vulpixlou and i def don’t go back to stare at it ever nope 👀👀

10. work i’m least proud of and why: i mean i could nitpick the hell out of my stuff and i know there are certain bits i would write differently now but at the same time i created something with my brain that didn’t exist before and that’s just too cool not to be proud of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

11. a favorite excerpt of your writing:

this is from Take a Chance on Me (shocker) and i was having trouble thinking of my fave but then i was skimming through all of my fics and ngl i had forgotten about this bit but y’all i’ve been trying to work a Dramatic Airport Reunion into a fic FOR FUCKING EVER and i finally did it and i actually don’t hate it? (spoiler for the ending of Take a Chance on Me)

“See…” Louis starts. “See, there’s this guy. And, oh god, he’s an absolute twat. Wanna know what he did to me?” Harry nods faintly, and Louis, emboldened now, goes on. “So, I already knew who he was, right? I knew him, because he’d been in this god-awful boy band for years, and even if me bloody sisters hadn’t been so bloody in love with him, I’d still have known him, because he was just that famous.”

“I wasn’t that famous.”

“Don’t interrupt,” Louis chastises, and Harry mimics zipping his lips. “So this guy, I knew him, but he didn’t know me, but, fucking hell, I think someone forgot to tell him that, because there I was, minding my own business, when this kid just…” Louis giggles then, because the memory is just so ridiculous, “he just starts fucking singing to me, can you believe it?”

Harry shakes his head. “What a weirdo.”

“Right? The weirdest.”

“What happened next?”

“I fell in love with him.”

“What? That soon?”

“Of course not, Jesus, Harold. I’m not that pathetic. I waited the appropriate amount of time to fall in love, thank you very much.”

“Is that why you’re here, then?” Harry whispers. “Is it because you love him?”

“That’s part of it, yeah. I love him, and I love the way we just fit, and I adore his daughter, and our pets are friends now, and I think our sisters are best friends now, so they didn’t actually give me a choice, but do you want to know the biggest, most important reason?”

Harry nods quickly, so hard his chin bumps his chest, and Louis’ so fucking in love with him at that moment that these are the easiest words he’s ever said.

“I’m here,” he tells Harry, “because I was lying in my own bed, in my own house, surrounded by all my things, and all I wanted to do was go home.”

He’s yanked forward then, Harry’s fingers digging into his shoulders, and he barely feels the pain because it’s Harry, and everything’s good when it’s Harry. He’s babbling into Louis’ neck, and the only words he can make out are his name and “love you” and he shivers with the feeling.

Harry’s hair has grown out enough since the night Louis snuck in to see him that he can tangle his fingers in the strands. So he does, pulling Harry’s face away from his neck and pressing their lips together. Every kiss feels like an apology. Every kiss feels like home.

12. share or describe a favorite review you recieved: so this miiiiight be cheating but i received two comments on a fic i wrote in 2015 and it was kind of a surprise that something that old still held up and people still enjoy it? def made me feel better about my current writing and also anyone who quotes my fics back to me has earned my undying love and affection

13. a time when writing was really, really hard: i have adhd so p much always ahahaha

14. a scene or character you wrote that most surprised you: the entirety of “we’re swimming with the sharks until we drown” ngl because i struggled with the like… morally gray criminal-y elements? and portraying the two of them in such a different way while still staying in character which i like to think i nailed? hopefully lol

15. how did you grow as a writer this year? i don’t feel like a i have? but i’m also bias and hypercritical so maybe i did and just didn’t realize ahaha

16. how do you hope to grow next (this?) year: i want to enjoy writing again and i want to finish more fics and not let them rot in my docs because of self-doubt

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer: okay so first @amandaisnotwriting is the real MVP as she bears the brunt of my whining/complaining/drama queen moments as well as the fact that she listens (some would argue is forced to :p) and reads over fic for a pairing she doesn’t ship for a fandom she doesn’t care about 😂😂😂

@rainbowbaz always makes time to look over my fics even when she’s crazy busy and is honestly amazing and saves my fics from americanisms ahahaha

and FINALLY we met p late in the year but but @livingatthelairport ‘s comment on “the tesco fic” helped me out of a writing slump and now she’s become my cheerleader (and friend 💜) and that’s make a huge difference in my attitude towards writing! it’s also easier to write a fic for a specific person than worry about the opinion of a crowd which is def something i’ve been missing in this fandom rip

also to everyone else who has read my fics, listened to me rant about them or just helped the process along in any way at all this is a GIANT thank you!!

18. anything from your real life show up in your writing this year? i mean i can’t think of anything off the top of my head but a lot of my inspo comes from the world around me so probably lol

19. any wisdom you can share with other writers: there’s nothing wrong with feeling jealous of other writers because i’m not a fan of hiding feelings just because they’re ugly as long as you don’t let it fester and turn into resentment or make you bitter. there are a lot of factors that go into a fic becoming “big” in a fandom but honestly most of it is just random chance so don’t beat yourself up because someone else’s success is not your failure and it’s nice to get recognition for your hard work but if you’re writing solely for the feedback then you’re writing for the wrong reason and that will lead to the resentment and bitterness mentioned earlier

also if you compliment someone you say you like their outfit but if you complement someone then you complete them

20. any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

I’M GLAD YOU ASKED

these are all the things i didn’t start and/or finish in 2018 that WILL be completed this year

the cat fic

the doctor fic

the final three chapters of days gone by

penpal AU

Space. Florist.

teenage fanboys who are also best friends

baking blog fic

a short follow up to tacom

twitter drama fic

80’s/’high school’/secret admirer!AU

something based on yawning grave by lord huron

part three of the alien harry series

chocolate orange holiday fic

LA fic (wtwm)

70’s fic

monkey fic

i’m also planning to do the @larryabroad challenge again because i had so much fun with it last time :D

21. tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read:

p sure everyone has done this but if you haven’t then do it now! and also tagging @cosyblack k bc you’ve had a really good year even if i have beta bias 😂

this took waaay longer than i thought it would omg but it was nice to take a look back!!

#me a writer writing all of this: i’m not good with words

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nyanzaya · 6 years

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Ownership of Power

Drabble for: @paronomasianist Verse: Ownership of Power Words: 2167 Summery: Shizuo won the auction. Now he had to figure out how to slowly, but surely win over this feline’s affections.

(🐈) Shizuo won the bid. He won this beautiful being that he couldn’t confine into being just a pet. The executive, soon to be president, didn’t want to be part of his families business, didn’t want to get married to someone he didn’t care for or knew, didn’t want anything to do with something as turning these beautiful half-cats into just...pets.

That was why Shizuo had to win the auction. Something in him told him to place all that he had on this one cat. From the moment he saw the black ears, their shiny black locks, their body structure. He had to get this cat. Everything in him screamed: Get that one! Save him from this place.

The executive would never understand why, but here he was, carrying his won prize. Shizuo would never claim this cat to be a trophy or a prize to show off his status, noticing that this cat was the only feline with black fur and beautiful garnet eyes. All the other cats were a mix of two colors, a tri-color or something non-pure. There were no white cats, only cats that were black and white, orange and white. There were no black cats either, the only black cat was this one in the cage he was carrying at his side.

At first, Shizuo was reluctant about putting him in the cage, but rules were rules despite how much he wanted to punch that fucker in the face. Who was he to tell him what do with his cat?! Damn. Damn! Remembering what took place a few hours ago was irritating. Shizuo couldn’t help but pace around the house. This was his first cat he had ever gotten. He didn’t want a cat but his father forced him to get one.

The cat that was in the cage was quiet. All that could be heard were soft purrs and the occasional shifting of his position. Then: “Mrrriaaooow.”

Shizuo swore his heart exploded hearing that sad meow. What was he suppose to do with them? He didn’t want to just...let them out. Would they run away? Would they hide? The decision was hard to make. The executive knew he had to let them out. With a held breath, he opened the cage door and took a few steps back. He crouched down and clicked his tongue, “Here, kitty kitty.” Why am I calling him a kitty, I mean, I know he is a kitty but he had a name. Damn what was it...

He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a thrill from the feline. “Oh! Come here buddy, it’s okay. Come on out.” Shizuo continues the sweet words to the feline seeing them get brave. The executive shifted on his feet, only to scare the feline back into his cage.

“Shit.” He says out of habit. Shizuo knew he couldn’t force this, it wouldn’t be a good thing to do. He hated to force things honestly, but if his father was here the blond knew he father would have ripped the poor cat out of his cage making them even more terrified. Thank god my stupid fuck of a father isn’t here... Shizuo couldn’t help but think when he stood up, deciding to leave the cat alone.

A few hours had passed, he got swamped in paper work that he hated to do. Constantly writing his signature day after day after day got exhausting and wasn’t good for his hand. He figured he would have to invest in a stamp with his signature on it. That would be best actually. Shizuo thought, holding his wrist in slight pain and annoyance.

Though there was this quiet sound. A sound that he forgot existed actually. Something was thrilling in his apartment. It was such a cute sound, though as soon as he got up from his chair the sound got louder. Where was it coming from and why was the cat thrilling so much? Did they not know how to meow? That couldn’t be true because they had meowed a few hours ago. Actually, where was his cat?

“Kitty. Where are you?”

“Mrrrii!”

What the hell. Where was this cat at?

“Kitty?” Shizuo asked, confused as he followed the sound. “Kiiiiittty.”

“Nyaa~”

The executive kept calling for his cat and whenever he did the feline did respond but why wasn’t he coming out? Was he stuck? Shizuo doubted he was stuck. He would be meowing like crazy trying to get help. Still, Shizuo continued his search for his black cat. He was thankful he didn’t have black floors.

It had been a good twenty minutes, and the feline was still responding to his calls.

Where the fuck? Then it dawned upon him. Under his couch. The executive laid down on his stomach to finally find this damn cat. Why was he hiding under the couch? Shizuo moved to his hands and knees to look around. He saw the cage but then he saw something that was broken. When did that break? He didn’t even hear it at all. With a frown Shizuo got back on his stomach, “Hey kitty, did you break something on accident?” Now he was starting to sound like a crazy cat man if he was talking to the feline.

The only response he got was a low growl. He saw the flat ears but he didn’t think it meant much. The feline was being so sweet a few minutes ago, trilling and meowing to his calls so what changed it? The fact he found something the feline broke?

Shizuo began to reach for the feline, only to hear them hiss at him. Oh. He didn’t want them to hiss at him. Didn’t that mean that he didn’t like him? The executive pulled away and seeing the shine of the feline’s tags he saw their name. Iza. It was a cute name actually. Though the connotations of it were not as cute as he would of wanted it to be. “It’s okay Iza. I’m not mad that you broke that thing. I was going to get rid of it anyway.” Shizuo said, wanting to ease the feline from any anxiety he felt.

Iza leaned his ears forward hearing that he was going to get rid of it, but why? It was such a nice statue. The statue itself was a horse, rearing up as if it were about to charge and there it was. Shattered on the floor. When this businessman said his name, he wondered how he knew it though he wasn’t going to question it. Better to not question it.

They stayed like this for a few moments and honestly Shizuo wanted to pet the feline but whenever he reached for him they started to growl. Thinking that there wasn’t anything he could do about it today Shizuo gave a heavy sigh, “Alright, Iza you win. I can’t force you to come out.” With that the blond got up, and scratched the back of his neck, as if baffled about what to do with the feline. How could he make him come out?

A few days had passed like this. With Shizuo laying on his stomach to check on the feline only to see him as he was yesterday, and the day before that and so on.

Maybe food would persuade him to come out?

Though, after trying every single cat food brand that there was, going from wet food to dry food and then mixing the two. It just wasn’t working. Shizuo refused to ask his father. The only good advice he would suggest is to drag the cat out from under the couch. Though, maybe his mother would have some good advice. She was always good with cats, maybe she could suggest something.

So, Shizuo did just that, he called his mother. After waiting for her to pick up and hearing her say hello, Shizuo started his question, “Hey, mom, a few days ago I did what father wanted e to do. I got a cat.”

“Oh! that’s great news sweet-heart!”

“Yeah but...here’s the thing. The cat is just...hiding under my couch. I tried everything to get him out. I think he is still a little scared and he hadn’t eaten and I’m just... I don’t want to fail this little guy.” Shizuo said, he knew Iza could hear him, he was sitting right above where Iza was hiding. He wanted Iza to know that he had no ill-intention towards him at all. Shizuo wanted the feline to feel safe, and that no one would hurt him. Surely, this would be a good way to show it.

Shizuo’s mother gave a hum, “Really? He is hiding and doesn’t want to come out? Did you try giving him fish?”

“Fish? But isn’t that for people?”

“Yeah, but here’s the thing, cats can eat fish too just not too much of it understand?”

Shizuo brought a hand to his forehead. God now he had to get fish for this cat? “Yeah, yeah I understand mom, but what do I do if it doesn’t work?”

“If it doesn’t work, then just leave him alone. He will come around.”

“Alright, I guess that makes sense. I’ll give it a try then. Thanks, talk to you later.”

“Okay, bye-bye.”

With that. Shizuo set out to buy this cat some fish.

“I’m back.” Shizuo said, to signal to Iza that he was home and that he shouldn’t worry about anyone else being in the house that wasn’t him.

Iza perked hearing the words, but he refrained from moving. Despite hearing the whole conversation from what he could assume was their mom it still didn’t deter him from his resolve of staying under the couch.

Shizuo was quick in getting a plate and putting half a fish on to it. Quickly he came out of the kitchen and placed it a few feet away from the couch. “Here Iza, some nice, yummy, fresh fish.”

With the scent of fish in the air, Iza could tell it was fresh like they had caught the fish themselves. Damn, he wanted the fish. It didn’t help that his stomach grumbled upon smelling it.

The executive could hear the feline purr, “It’s okay, please come out.” Shizuo coaxed, pushing the fish closer to the feline.

As much as Iza didn’t want to come out, he did but he done so in a slow manner. The apartment was much bigger than he remembered, though he had only been here for about a week.

He noticed that they didn’t do much in response, other than seeing how their eyes lit up almost happy to see the feline come out of hiding.

The fish looked so good honestly, he hadn’t gotten to each real fish in so long that he couldn’t resist eating it quickly. If Iza wasn’t careful he could of started to choke on it with out fast he was eating it.

“Easy, easy it’s not going anywhere. There’s more if that’s what you want.” Shizuo said, seeing just how fast Iza was eating it. Damn did they not take care of him properly if he is this starved for fish? Did he ever get real fish at all? Shizuo asked himself, thinking about the feline’s salesman.

With the plate being licked clean, Shizuo tried to take it, only to find that Iza started to lick his hand. It was so endearingly cute, wondered if this was the feline’s way of saying thanks for the meal. He moved his hand away from the plate, and brought it to the feline’s head. Shizuo wanted to touch his ears, but he couldn’t help this blush of sudden embarrassment seeing them twitch. He couldn’t. He couldn’t touch his ears. Instead, Shizuo rested his head on top of Iza’s, earning small purrs from the feline.

Then, Iza pulled away and got hissy with him again. Giving this pout and upturning his nose as if the pettings were not ‘up to standard’.

Shizuo couldn’t help this hearty laugh. It was so adorable to see them get all pouty and hissy with him but Iza wasn’t returning to the couch to hide underneath it again.

Great! Finally, some progress! The executive couldn’t help but think happily. Did he care if this feline might one day take control of his whole life? Hell no. He finally found something he could protect that wasn’t afraid of him. Sure, there was still progress and trust to be formed but once it got to the point of mutual affection, Shizuo was going to try his best to make sure Iza had a good life. As good of a life as he could offer at the moment.

One thing was for sure, was he wasn’t going to let his father tell him what to do with his cat. He was going to take care of this cat with the upmost protection and if someone didn’t like that then he hoped they liked a punch in the face.

#Drabbles #not even going to bother with a read more loool #paronomasianist

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itskimtaehyung · 7 years

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The Moon and the Stars

Anonymous said: Can I request Taehyung being your roommate and you're not aware of his feelings until he comes home drunk 😊😊

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Summary: You and Tae are roommates and it’s great. You two get along well and hang out from time to time. One night he comes home from a night of partying, completely wasted, and tells you he’s in love with you. However, given his reputation, that’s not exactly a good thing...

Genre: College/Roommate!au, Fluff, Angst(ish?)

Word Count: 5,000 (exactly!)

Content: Adorably drunk Tae, some mushy fluff, a little bit of angst, some swearing

A/N: This was supposed to be a drabble but ended up being 5k oops. Partially inspired by Weight Lifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo.

Sneak Peak:

Taehyung took your hand and started walking. At that moment you noticed that the clouds had drifted off, revealing the billions of stars that were hidden behind them.

You looked up at the clear night sky. “Look, Tae.” You said, pulling on his sleeve. You used your free hand to point up at moon, which was bright, and full. “Isn't she beautiful?”

He didn't let his eyes follow your finger toward the stars. Instead they remained fixed on you when he replied, “She is.”

Kim Taehyung had a reputation. It wasn’t a bad reputation, but it wasn’t necessarily a good one either. He wasn’t the local bad boy or neighborhood drunk. But he wasn’t an angel or a star student either. He was rather average when it came to most things. However, he had one major flaw, some would say his fatal flaw. Kim Taehyung, bless his soul, couldn’t help but fall in love with every girl he got to know. Not in the player-who-sleeps-with-every-girl-he-can-get-his-hands-on type of way, more like the he-realizes-that-everyone-has-flaws-and-thinks-they’re-beautiful-regardless type of way. When in a relationship, the poor boy was always the one who loved more, and therefore always got his heart ripped out of his chest when the other no longer felt the same way and decided to leave him. He couldn’t control it, though. He just found everyone so intriguing, so beautiful. Their flaws were what made them flawless, and he couldn’t help but fall madly in love with every single one of them.

“However, there were a few categories of girls that I know are off limits,” he had told you. “The first being my best friends’ girlfriends. Absolutely not. For obvious reasons. Now, the first category blends into the second category of taken women. Never would I ever be a homewrecker. I don’t condone cheating and would never fall for someone I know is in a relationship. Third is my best friends’ sisters. I know they’re gonna inevitably break my heart. All the other girls have, so why wouldn’t they, right? Anyway, in that case I would never be able to face my friends again without being painfully reminded of their sisters.” He had paused and looked off into the distance for dramatic effect. He then looked back at you. “The fourth and final category is roommates, the category you fall under. Not for any particularly poetic reason. Simply just because if things go south, I’d have to live in the same apartment with you until your lease is up.”

Now, of course, Taehyung was handsome, you couldn't deny that, and of course girls liked him. But that’s the thing. They liked him. Often times very much. However, he loved them. Was in love with every single one of them. Countless nights you remembered him coming home, with tears welling up in his eyes, threatening to fall, and him trying hard not to let them. You wanted to comfort him, hold the precious boy until he was no longer sad, and rock him to sleep in your arms. You couldn't stand to see him this way. But on those nights when he came home with heartache in his chest, you knew it was best to leave him alone and let him sort out his feelings by himself. You believed he deserved better. You believed he deserved the moon and the stars, someone just as wonderful and as beautiful as himself.

Having lived together for a few months, you and Taehyung had become pretty close friends. Now, you didn’t share all your secrets or tell each other everything, but he was the first one you thought to ask when you needed advice or a good shoulder to cry on. Sometimes the both of you would stay in and cook dinner or watch movies together. Sometimes you would go out for drinks or bowling with friends. He even took you to your first frat party, where you realized you absolutely hate frat parties. But of course, the two of you didn’t do everything together. He had his friends and you had yours. He had his girlfriends and you… well… you had your romantic comedies. Being so busy with work and university, you didn’t really have the time or energy for dating. It was school, then work, then homework, then sleep. That’s it. A cycle that repeated every weekday from the first day of the semester until finals week. Weekends were the only time you were free, and it’s hard to maintain a relationship when you can only see the other person two days a week. It was much easier to be by yourself. Less drama.

One Friday night, you were home alone while Taehyung went out to some frat party with his friends. He asked you if you wanted to tag along, even though he knew you hated them, mainly to be polite. And you politely declined.

You spent the night browsing Netflix, seeing if any new rom-coms had been added. Sadly, you had seen them all, so you opted to rewatch a classic: Clueless. You made yourself some popcorn and tea and sat down to enjoy the movie. It had been a while since you’d seen it and you forgot how outrageously ridiculous the outfits were. Did people back then really dress like that? To school? This movie came out a couple years before you were born so you couldn’t have possibly known. You’re just glad you weren’t there to experience it firsthand.

It was the scene right before the two main characters confessed their love for eachother, and a little past 2am, when Taehyung stumbled into the apartment, completely and utterly drunk. He nearly tripped several times in the 15 feet from the door to the couch, and plopped down on it with enough force to nearly knock the bowl of popcorn off your lap. It’s a wonder how he got up the stairs like this.

“Yah! Tae! Do you mind?” you scolded. “I’m trying to watch this!”

“Sorry,” he mumbled, and attempted to sit himself up. He had trouble and was making a fuss, so you had to pause the movie and hoist him up into a sitting position. You unpaused the movie and the two of you watched it in silence.

Taehyung was so silent, that you thought he had fallen asleep next to you, but as the end credits started rolling, he spoke up. “You know, Y/N..” he slurred. “Why don’t you find a boyfriend? Instead of living vicariously through these stupid movies.” At this point he was slumped over, with his cheek resting on the armrest and his back bent in an uncomfortable looking position.

“Tae, you of all people should know very well that I hardly have time for myself let alone another person.”

“But what about meeeeeeeeee?” He whined, his saliva pooling onto the couch.

“Tae, we live together. I have to see you regardless of whether I have time or not.”

He pushed himself upward to face you, something that looked like it took him a considerable amount of effort. A string of saliva connected from the corner of his mouth to the puddle he left on the armrest. “No.” He stuck his finger up and wiggled it from side to side. “I meant. What about me?” He moved his finger to place it on his chest. “As, you know, your boyfriend.” He took his finger off his chest and used it to poke your cheek. He leaned forward slightly and you were able to smell the alcohol on his breath. He then whispered, “I love you.”

You swatted his hand away. “Taehyung, you’re drunk. We both know you don’t mean that.” He started listing forward, his forehead threatening to smash into your shoulder if he fell over. You gently pushed him to sit upward.

“But I dooooooooooooooooooooo.” He groaned. “And I love it when you call me Taehyung. It makes me feel special.” He giggled and gave you his signature boxy grin.

“Tae, I—”

“No! Call me Taehyung again!” He was sounding like a five year old who refused to share his toys. He slumped back down with his back against the couch, pouting. “And I swear. I mean it.” He attempted to sit up and he threw his arms in the air and yelled, “Y/N, I LOVE YOOOOOUUUUUUUU!!!!”

You quickly clamped your hand over his mouth and pulled him back down. “Shut up! You’ll wake the neighbors!”

“I don’t fucking care, I want the world to know!”

“Oh, my god.” You buried your face in your hands. “I think it’s time we get you to bed.”

“No! I don’t wanna go.” He threw his arms around you and smiled widely with his face just inches from yours. He started making kissy motions with his lips but made no attempt to lean into you.

You pushed him off of you. “God! Taehyung! Stop!” You stood up and attempted to drag him toward his bedroom.

“No! I don’t wanna go to bed!” He was flailing and thrashing about, trying to free himself from your grip.

“Tae, you gotta get some sleep. We’ll talk about it in the morning.”

“Will you come to bed with me?” He asked as you were pushing him through the doorway.

“Absolutely not.” You pulled the comforter up and pushed him onto the bed. You took his shoes off for him and tucked him in. He didn’t resist but he pouted the entire time. “Now get some sleep, Taehyung.”

As you were leaving he grabbed your hand, and, looking you in the eye, whispered, “I mean it.”

You removed your hand from his grip and walked out of his room, closing the door behind you.

You were exhausted. You walked to your room and immediately collapsed onto your bed. You fell asleep almost instantly and didn’t wake up until almost noon the next day.

By the time you got up, Taehyung had already left for whatever he had planned that day. You deemed it too late for breakfast and too early for lunch, so you just decided to wait a little bit before eating. Instead, you sat on the couch, seeing if there was anything worth watching on TV. About 5 minutes into your channel surfing, Taehyung came back carrying two large grocery bags. He made his way into the kitchen without saying a word to you and put the bags on the counter.

“Hey, did you get my text?” He asked when he walked back into the living room.

“Huh? What?” You hadn’t checked your phone since last night. You reached over to where it was sitting on the coffee table and unlocked it.

Taehyung: hey im going to the grocery store do you need anything

“Oh sorry,” you apologized. “I just woke up not that long ago.”

“No worries.” He replied. “I got us enough food for the next week.”

“Cool, thanks. I’ll pay you back later.” You couldn’t look him in the eyes. Did he remember last night? Or was he too drunk? Maybe he regretted it and was pretending it never happened?

“Yeah, no problem.” He paused but was still looking at you. You wondered if he was going to bring it up. Instead he asked, “Hey, do you wanna go out for some food? We can go to that brunch place that you like. By the time you get dressed and everything it’ll probably be less crowded.”

“Uhh, sure.” You were confused as to why he was making no mention or indication of confessing his love for you. “I’ll go get ready.” You got up and made your way to your room.

“Okay, cool. I’ll put the groceries away while you do that.” He said, and retreated back into the kitchen.

The car ride to the restaurant was pretty awkward. At least for you. You still weren’t sure if Taehyung remembered last night at all. The two of you didn’t talk much, but then again, Taehyung wasn’t usually one to make conversation while driving. The two of you just listened to the radio on the way there. You cringed at every love song that came on and every stoplight left you in agony. The two of you finally arrived after what felt like an eternity.

Thankfully the restaurant wasn’t too crowded, and you didn’t have to wait long to be seated. Once you sat down across from Taehyung, you busied yourself by looking at the menu. Even though you two had been here many times before and knew exactly what you wanted, you would do anything not to have to look him in the eyes. All too soon, a waiter came along and took your orders, and along with them, your menus. You were forced to sit across from the boy, no longer having a menu barrier between the two of you.

“Why did you order for me?” You asked him. You didn’t want your shield to be taken away from you so soon.

“You always get the same thing and I wanted you to stop looking at the menu.” He replied plainly.

“Maybe I was looking at the menu because I wanted something different.” You snapped.

“Why are you being so weird today?”

“Me? What the fuck do you mean I’m being weird?”

“That! I mean that!” He gestured vaguely in front of him. “You’re being extremely grouchy today. And since when did you want to try something new? It’s not like I haven’t ordered for you before. You seem to want things to stay just the way they are right now.” He clenched his jaw.

Hm. So he did remember.

“Are you mad at me? Why did we come here together if you’re mad at me?” You asked.

“Because I wanted to talk to you about it, but you don’t seem to want to, seeing as how you’re trying to put as many objects in between you and me as possible.”

You glanced down at the little barricade you made with the condiment tray and flower vase that you had moved from the edge of the table to the center since sitting down. “Oh, so you do remember.” Your eyes went to your lap.

“Yes, I remember.” He paused, waiting for you to look up, but you kept your gaze downward. “And I still mean it.”

“Taehyung, I know you mean it. But does it mean anything that you mean it? You say you love almost every girl you meet, and I don’t doubt that you mean it, it clearly shows that you mean it. But what makes this different from any other time? What makes me different from anyone else?”

“I… Uh…”

“See? You probably can’t give me an answer. You’ll find another girl soon enough and you won’t need to bother with me.”

“Why are you so opposed to this?”

“It’s one of your rules Tae. No roommates. And I’d prefer a guy who makes me feel like I’m special. And I can’t feel that way if he falls in love with everyone he meets.”

“Hey that’s not fair! You know I can’t help it! And you are special to me!”

“How?”

“Well, we’ve known each other for almost a year and you still haven’t left me.”

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest. “Tae…”

“Y/N, don’t ‘Tae’ me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Taehyung...”

He sighed. “Do you really wanna know?”

Without hesitating, you answered. “Yes.”

“Well…”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Sometimes… when we're watching TV or a movie or something together on the couch... you’ll rest your chin in your hand and kind of like touch your fingertips to your lips? And every time, I think about how much I want to be the one running my fingers across your mouth.” You looked at Taehyung’s hands, which were fidgeting on the table. You could tell he was nervous which was so unlike him. “And when you're concentrating really hard like when doing homework or trying to make a really tough decision, you’ll jut your jaw out a little bit so it kind of looks like you have an underbite and I find that so cute.”

You lifted your gaze and his eyes met yours.

“I think it's adorable how you refer to inanimate objects as ‘she.’ Like if we're out and the sun is shining down on us a little too harshly you'll say something like ‘you know, the sun, she's really doin the most today.’ Or when you've cooked a dish you're really proud of and you show me and say ‘There she is, isn't she beautiful?’ Also I love that faint scar on the inside of your wrist from when you went to that concert and your little plastic wristband dug into your skin when you refused to take it off for like a week because you didn't want to cut it. Or when we first met and I took you to your first frat party. You wore a really pretty dress and did your makeup all nice. And even after you had like six too many drinks, some of which I saw you throw in some sleazy guys’ faces, even when I had to hold your hair back as you threw up in some random person’s bathtub, I still thought you looked just as pretty as before.”

You winced. “Please. I never want to relive that memory.”

“Also sometimes when we're watching movies, I’d much rather look at you and not the TV screen because you’re much more interesting. Or when you're packing rice or something for lunch in a container, I love how you always pat down the food and smooth it out with a spoon to make it flat and level. And–”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Your face was getting really hot and you just wanted him to stop. You weren't used to being complimented so much and felt extremely embarrassed.

“So have I convinced you?” He asked, his voice hopeful.

“No, I still don't think this is a good idea.”

The smile fell from his face. He sat back, thinking. “The lease is up in a month, right?”

“Well, yeah.” You replied, not sure why he asked such a thing or where he was going with this.

“Then just give me until then. Go out with me. Think of it as a trial period. If after a month you still like me, we can continue. If not, you can move out and never see me again.”

“Tae, I don't know...” Could it really work? Was it really that simple?

“Come on, just give me a chance. Please.” He gave you his best pouty face and puppy dog eyes, hoping to convince you.

You thought about it. What could you really have to lose? Besides possibly shattering the heart of this sweet, sweet boy, but that’s going to happen regardless of whether it's you or not, right? At least you can let him down gently if need be.

“Okay. I'll do it.”

“Really?” His eyes lit up and he lifted his eyebrows. Although it was the answer he wanted, Taehyung was still in disbelief.

“Really. I think we should give it a shot.”

“Okay. Cool.” Taehyung couldn’t stop smiling throughout the rest of your meal.

When you had finished your meals, Taehyung offered to pay for you, since you were “technically dating” as he put it. You told him that since it wasn’t a date when he invited you out, it didn’t count and that you would split the bill with him. He agreed reluctantly, and only because he didn’t want to get into any disagreements that would make you change your mind.

The ride home was silent as usual. Not as dreadful as before, since you were no longer so anxious, but still kind of awkward.

You and Taehyung. Together. Dating. You and him. Y/N and Taehyung. For some reason you couldn’t wrap your head around it. Sure you thought about it in the past, Taehyung was handsome after all. But you never thought it’d actually happen. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to act now.

You looked at his right hand, which rested on the gear shift. Do I hold his hand? Do I touch him? The two of you have never had any kind of skinship together before, but then again the two of you weren’t dating before. Is that something I should do? How much is this relationship going to change? You weren’t sure, so you just kept your hands in your lap the rest of the way home.

When you got back to the apartment, you put your bag on the coffee table and sat down on the couch. The same couch where, just last night, Taehyung was drooling and telling you he loved you. You still couldn’t believe that actually happened. And you couldn’t believe you said yes to going out with him. Why did you do that? You couldn’t decide if this was actually a good thing or not. Yes, Taehyung was good looking. Yes, he was kind and smart and funny and pretty much everything you looked for in a guy. But you never really let yourself see him as anything more than a friend, and you didn’t know if you were ready to start. He deserved the moon and the stars, and you weren’t sure you could be the one to give them to him.

You had been so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Taehyung had sat down next to you and was staring at you this whole time. You turned towards him. “What is it, Tae?”

He blinked as he snapped out of his daze. “Oh. Uh, sorry. I was just…” He shifted his gaze toward the floor. “I was just trying to figure out how to ask you.. Um… What do you want to do on our first date?” He looked back towards you, waiting for an answer.

You thought about it. What did you want? You didn’t know. “Shouldn’t you decide? Aren’t you the one who’s trying to impress me?”

His eyes widened. “Huh? Oh, right, right.” This was beyond awkward and it was taking all your willpower to not get up and leave. “Well I thought it’d be good to do something you’d want to do.”

“I don’t know. Surprise me,“ was all you said.

“Alrighty.” He sat back, thinking. His mouth formed into a straight line as he contemplated his options.

You ended up not going out for your first date. Instead Taehyung organized a candle lit dinner in front of the TV. However, the boy was a terrible cook, and opted to order Italian takeout to eat off of your finest plastic plates instead. You could tell he was nervous as the two of you consumed your pasta while watching yet another romantic comedy. He kept glancing over at you to make sure you weren’t getting bored. He wasn’t sure if he should put his arm around you or not. It wasn’t exactly what you imagined your first date would be, but you appreciated the fact that he was trying. You’d think that, since he’d dated so many girls in the past, he’d know what constituted the perfect first date, but that proved not to be the case that night.

The second date was much more exhilarating. After a light dinner at the sushi restaurant near your apartment, he took you to the indoor mini golf course on the other side of town. He let you have your favorite color golf club and ball and let you putt first. You were not very good at this game, but apparently neither was he. Maybe he was just pretending to suck so that you’d win. The two of you ended up spending almost 20 minutes on one hole because neither of you could score. Four hours later you finally finished an 18 hole course. It was past midnight and the both of you were exhausted. Taehyung took you to a nearby convenience store for ramen and ice cream before heading home. The hot steaminess of the ramen and the cold creaminess of the ice cream was the perfect way to end the night.

The other dates consisted of trying a new restaurant or going to an old favorite with the occasional bowling or arcade night. You couldn’t deny that you had fun with Taehyung and liked hanging out with him, whether you were just friends or not. You had more fun that month than you had since you started university.

Sometimes he would write you sweet little poems on cute stationery and left them with the lunch you packed or on your desk. They never failed to put a smile on your face whenever you read them. You were surprised when you receive the first one, not sure whether he actually wrote it or just got it off the internet. It was beautiful, with sibilance that flowed so pleasantly, comparing love to the silky blossoms of spring. The proceeding poems were nothing less.

During that month Taehyung made sure he kept his distance. He didn't try to kiss you or touch you or anything that could potentially make you uncomfortable. He held your hand occasionally or put his arm around you during movie nights, and always with your permission. He did not, however, try to invite you into his bedroom again. You were somewhat grateful, because you still weren’t sure if you really loved him.

The end of the month, and consequently the end of your lease, approached. You had one final weekend to decide whether you wanted to stay with Taehyung. You had made up your mind some time ago, but held off on telling him your decision in case it changed. Since you still hadn't said anything, and the boy was getting nervous. He genuinely enjoyed your company and dreaded the possibility of losing you. You knew that it was likely you would break his heart, but was it better to do it sooner rather than later?

On the final night of your trial period, Taehyung wanted to go all out. He planned to take you to the nicest restaurant he could afford, and then afterward take a stroll in the park, surrounded by the dim street lamps, horse drawn carriages, and swimming ducks in the lake.

Dinner was okay. After leaving the restaurant, when the two of you were walking in the park, you kept telling him that he really didn't have to spend so much on you and that you would have been fine just cooking dinner together at home. He admitted that you could have probably done a much better job, but he wanted to do something special for your last night together.

“Taehyung.” You stopped walking and turned to face him, nudging him off to the side of the sidewalk so you wouldn't be in the way. It was colder now than it had been earlier. The icy wind was nipping at your face, and you were glad that Taehyung made you put on a big coat and gloves before leaving the apartment.

He lifted an eyebrow at you. “Hmm?”

You took both his hands in yours and told him, “I want to stay.”

“Really?” His voice sounded truly surprised.

“Really. I want to be with you. At least for now.”

He broke into his signature rectangle grin. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He pulled you into a tight hug. “I really didn’t want you to leave,” he whispered into your hair.

You pulled back and returned his smile. “I'm not going anywhere right now.”

Taehyung took your hand and started walking. At that moment you noticed that the clouds had drifted off, revealing the billions of stars that were hidden behind them.

You looked up at the clear night sky. “Look, Tae.” You said, pulling on his sleeve. You used your free hand to point up at moon, which was bright and full. “Isn't she beautiful?”

He didn't let his eyes follow your finger toward the stars. Instead they remained fixed on you when he replied, “She is.” He then took out his phone and started typing on it.

“How can you be texting at a time like this? How can you choose to miss something so amazing.”

He locked his phone and put it back into his coat pocket. “Check your phone,” he told you.

“My phone? Why?” You pulled the device from your purse and pressed the home button. You had one new message from Taehyung. “Why are you texting me when I’m standing right next to you?”

“Just open it,” he said.

You swiped your finger across your screen to unlock it, revealing a short poem the boy sent you.

Taehyung: Listen to the sound of my heart

It calls to you selfishly

Because even in this pitch black darkness

You shine so brightly.

“Taehyung,” you started, not daring to look up from your phone to meet his eyes.

His stare never left you. “How can I look at the moon when you're here in front of me, a thousand times more beautiful?”

You could feel the heat creep into your cheeks, but since it was so cold out, you welcomed it. You lifted your gaze to meet his. His eyes were watering slightly from the cold and his nose was a slight shade of pink. You were both shivering and you could see each other’s breath as you breathed out.

Your voice was ever so soft as you spoke. “Taehyung, I–”

Your brain stopped working as he stepped closer and brought his gloved hand up to your cheek. “You're much prettier. Much prettier than the moon and the stars,” he said. You could feel his warmth through the soft cashmere as you gently leaned your head into his palm. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling, and when you opened them again you saw him leaning forward, his face approaching yours. Shortly after, Taehyung’s lips met yours.

He kissed you gently and you wished he hadn't.

His lips were soft and sweet, and you found yourself falling harder and harder for him with each passing minute.

You didn't know how this would end but you knew you wanted to enjoy this moment right now. You never wanted it to stop, for fear of what would happen in the future.

You would never forgive yourself if you ever broke his heart.

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twinsimskeletons · 7 years

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The Letter: A Very Belated Birthday Drabble

This is a very VERY late drabble for my dear @grumpysimmies. I was so busy, and then I couldn’t think of anything to fit in with the request that it be about past! Jessica and James. But then an idea came to me. This is completely canon.

(I should mention that this isn’t /that/ far into the past - when the triplets were six, maybe? I just couldn’t think of any uni drabbles >.< sorry!).

The start of March heralded a belated spring clean, and Jessica’s job was to go through their room and toss out old clothes. She picked a few things up that she hadn’t worn since before the triplets had been born, when her stomach and figure had been much more suited to slimmer clothes. Well, they could definitely be taken to charity.

She began to make a teetering pile and it wasn’t long before she found the bottom of her drawers, something she hadn’t seen for quite some time. It was then she found the letter.

Jessica grabbed it out of the draw and gaped. How had she forgotten this? She had meant to approach James about it, since it had been addressed to him, but the return address had caught her eye and she realised she had to try and ease her way into the conversation.

She was the worst. She had never meant to keep it from him this long. Shit. “James!” she called, turning the letter over in her hands and hoping that she wasn’t about to start an argument out of something that had been done with good intentions.

He ducked into the room with an old blanket under his arm, which he popped on the floor and stepped over the mess to sit beside her. “Found something?”

“You could say that,” she muttered. “I did a really stupid thing.”

“More so than usual? Did you flash your knickers at someone else?”

She scowled at him but, wordlessly, passed him the letter. He turned it around in his hands, freezing when he saw that it was his father who sent it. “I meant to ease into it when I got it. It was… a year ago now? I’m so sorry, I can’t believe I forgot.” She tensed, waiting for the inevitable fallout of her actions (which, she had to admit, would have been deserved), but when James said nothing she let out a breath. The colour had drained from his face.

“Okay,” he said slowly, frown deepening. “Of all the things I expected…” He took a deep breath and ran his thumb under the paper to rip open the envelope. “I actually ran into him a while back. When I had to take Faye to the doctor’s. I didn’t really know what to make of it. He was exactly how I remembered him. Didn’t even look a day older. I guess I fooled myself into pretending it was too absurd to happen.”

“Did he say much?”

“He was looking for his old drinking buddy.” James slipped the letter out and scanned it. It was short, written in a clumsy hand, and signed by his father. “I guess he must have come to see me when I didn’t respond.” He passed the letter to Jessica. James Senior had asked if his son had come across Juan.

Jessica sat back. “Why would your dad contact you, after everything, for that?”

“I really don’t know,” James said. “It must be important to him.” In a blatant attempt to recover, he nudged the precarious tower of clothes beside him.”I see you have a lot of clothes to give away.”

“Most of them don’t fit anymore,” she sighed.

“Well, you still look passably cute. I mean, I’ve obviously aged better – hey!” James giggled when she dug her fingers into her side.

“I was kind of expecting a scolding for keeping it back for so long.”

James shrugged and crumpled the paper up. “It was nothing important. Whatever,” he said, though his voice wasn’t as light and even as usual. “Hey, guess this is an excuse to do more shopping, huh?”

“Oh, of course. I need to call Aja up and see if she wants to tag along.”

“Thank God you’re not expecting me to,” James laughed, tossing the paper into the bin and resolving not to think about his father ever again.

#SOLV2 #The Letter #nonsims #kinda

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shattered-catalyst · 7 years

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Worst fears: Drabble: rock dad

Shit so I had a dream nightmare and had to do a feeling induced Drabble. because ow my heart. Cats worst fears come true and holy shit. Shitty writing as usual but I’m tired and writing this emotionally wore me out. I added a happy ending at the end for therapeutic reasons.

Warnings: tagging this triggering for numerous things, no one normally reads these so uhh pm if you need specifics?? Id say heavy despair.

Rock dad AU.

Per usual Cadre is indicated by < and > respectively.

Summary: They came to take back Isaslan 3 and got a lot more out of him then they bargained for. And its all Julio Esteban fucking Richter’s fault. Fuck that guy.

Rictor’s voice was groggy, logical considering it was 3:45 in the morning. In fact Catalyst couldn’t even make out what his ‘father’ figure had said, it was just word grunts in three different languages. Of which he knew two. Glancing up from the phone he checked to make sure he had time to rouse Rictor’s brain. The splintered store front window was setting off the alarm. He had only a few seconds to issue his warning.

<Rictor. You must get Shatterstar and Julian to safety. Lord Mojo has tracked me down. They have come. You must stay awaa-> Shit!! He ducked as a well aimed shot ripped the phone and its receiver from the counter.

Thats not what made him swear under his breath. It was Scattershot stepping through the broken shop window that got his blood boiling. Oh shit. <Whats wrong? Don’t tell me you’re running?>

Oh that got the blood boiling, he unsheathed another pair of knives. < A true warrior never runs, you know this!>

He fucking should have run. In retrospect he should have high tailed it to Rictors apartment. Gotten help. Not acted like he would in the arena. He wasn’t alone anymore, but here he was fighting alone.

Sinkholes everywhere, shaken buildings, car alarms, and downed power lines littered the south side of mutant town. Looked like an earthquake had hit. It hadn’t, had just been him. Trying his damndest. But Scattershot had more experience and no amount of shaking the ground and wits was going to help him once Scattershot’s extensive back up arrived.

Damn he must’ve pissed someone off. Mojo, Scattershot? Fekt pick one he’d done a lot. A lot they considered wrong. What he now knew for a fact was that he had done the right thing. He wasn’t backing down from that. Catalyst’s eyes remained on the ground, half whispering for her to answer him. He could figure out a way out of this; he knew it. He was smart enough, but could he pull it off without the use of his lower body? Maybe if his shoulder wasn’t splintered in several places he could use just his arms. But no. Thanks. Scattershot. Bitch.

Two broken legs, a power dampener, and a hell of a lot of guards. Pretty sure his pelvis was down for the count. Lovely. Fingers digging deep into the earth, leaving deep gouges. Feeling the grains digging into his finger nails. Desperately pleading with the ground to open and just swallow them. Aching for the ability to move it again.

Wind picks up, portal opening, oh fekt no. His pleadings deepened in his uemeur; screaming for the earth to answer once more. It was silent, so very silent. His heart had never beaten this fast, he could feel the blood coursing through his head. The world sharpening to his senses as they fought to survive this. No he wasn’t going back. Not after all he had fought for. After all he’d fought to become. He wasn’t going back.

Now he’d tasted freedom-emotions. He will never be able to live without them, and he didnt know if he actually wanted to. Didn’t know if he wanted to live without Rictor in his life. That damn bastard ruined everything. Had Julio Esteban Richter not sidled into his life maybe he wouldn’t have fought so hard. But that asshole had to make things complicated and messy. Fuck him.

Thats when he heard the word ‘re-assimilate’. Oh. Fuck. No. No no no.

Now he felt it:Fear. Its claws ripping into his soul. It will be worse than the arena. It will be the arena AND worse. A motion picture show of horror began cycling through his mind, the torture awaiting him. They’d probably keep his power contained via technology the whole time. Possibly even a mind wipe. He didn’t want to forget.

He had no idea what missing something felt like until that threat presented itself. Losing the memory of that stupid face. The way he almost punched Catalyst when they first met. Buckets of frogs and dirty hands. He refused to forget him. The first person to support him so fully; maybe to love him? How could he. How that stupid stupid smile started with a gleam in his brown eyes and spread to his mouth. Or the way he would explode with emotion about things. Fuck he’d even miss the tequila.

Tears were stinging his face. Oh god. The thought of losing even the memory of the first important person in his life was earth-shattering. A heavy sob ripped through his chest, he couldnt stop it. Not like he used to, stuff it down, and hide it from himself. He’d die before he went back. He’d die before he forgot him.

“RICTOR!!” One sobbing scream echoed from his uemeur a crossed the empty lot. Bouncing helplessly off the buildings. He knew it would go unanswered. His uemeur splintered then and there.Ground heaving beneath mirroring his chest. Iridescent green flooding from his fingers. Fear. His powers activated on Fear. Pressure building, a loud snap resonated as the collar splintered.

Fissure ripping open the earth beneath their feet. Everything went black. He’d done it.

commercial break from bad writing: I had to give it a happy end my dream stopped there basically and transitions to rubber ducks so..Have a happy ending??

Light poured in. Eyes opening slowly, body tensing. He wasn’t on anything-someone was holding him close. His head against their neck as they walked, cradling him. Orange hair brushing against Cats face as he tried to move. He could feel the familiar heaviness of Rictor’s jacket around his own limbs, smelled the earth and leather. Trying to lift his head he stopped feeling a fissure of pain rip through him. A hum vibrating through the mans throat, head moving.

“Julio.” Voice deep and strong. A faint Cadre accent, barely discernible. But that wasn’t what awoke him.

“He awake?”

The voice sent his mind racing. Earth, wet ground fertile and beautiful. Stable. Warm. Home. “R-rictor?” Gods his own voice sounded like shit compared to Rictor’s. The man was there, beside him burying a hand in his hair to ruffle it. Small smile gracing his features.

“Dumbass.”

Shoving off the red head he tackled Rictor. Worth the pain, so worth the pain. Working arm latching tightly around his neck to grab his shirt. Hugging tightly. Burying his head against him trying to stop his chest from heaving. “They wanted me to forget you, papa.”

Comforting hands hoisted him up to hold his weight, however light it was. Supporting him. Caring for him. “Yeah well fuck those bastards.” Hand stroking his hair soothingly. “ We’re going home.”

“I’m already home.”

@shakeitrictor : I put a mention of Julian in here but I didn’t want to add him in the last part without your permission. I can always edit and add your cute little baby later. Or remove him completely. In the dream Cat was worried about him getting caught up in this and I’m sure he’d come help bail out his baby brother.

#Xshapedportal #my poor child he needs hugs more #transientmutantdrabbles

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