#it took sooooooo long to get him down and make it actually look like him

[ricky-mortis]

A portrait of Sir John Herschel because I‘m normal about Pulp Musicals

[amphiptere-art]

I'm going to ramble about my jack-o-moon observations and theories here. (This is not Tsams)

Sooooooo. Jack (typing jack-o-Moon takes too long) has some interesting things. But to start this off. Let's first discuss my ideas of Fall fest.

So fall fest has been shoved into our faces a couple times. There has been some theories about what Fall fest is. My favorite theory is that it's some sort of older primal version of fazco (Probably going under another name) But I think that the Fall fest is some older version. Is that the playful characters that we know were created just for the establishments. But we're created prior in Fall fest. Even if they were costumes.

Anyways now that we know which fall fest theory I'm going about. I do think fall fest is where the first animatronics appeared. But definitely not the ones we know. I think Jack and maybe a couple of other circus looking guys were created first. Animatronics like Carny, balloon boy, Maybe the sister location people, and most importantly. Jack.

Yes I believe Jack is that old. Given the associations between the mimic and the DCA. As much as we might not want it, It is proof that they are old. I think Jack is literally the primal animatronic of the DCA. About as old as the mimic. And that Jack was repurposed into the DCA.

Which now we are going to get into some observations. I haven't gone over all of them and figure out what they mean. But I felt the context of where my brain was going would help with the context of my observations.

First observation I'm going to throw in your face is where Jack is. Jack is in a merry-go-round, and in the backstage of the foxy boat ride. First of all. I am pretty sure the carousel if anything is a refurbished item from Fall fest. Either that or it is legit from Fall fest. Now we have no idea of what sort of timeline is happening during help wanted 2. The location where many of these games are is in the Pizza Plex, sister location, And as far as I can tell Fall fest. Now given that everything FNAF lately has been really meta with games.

I am unsure if any of the games we play are real or not. They might literally be happening. Are recreations of certain events. Or are all hokey pokey and should not be trusted for lore. I'm going to go with reincarnations of certain events. Because that leads to some fun.

I'm going to put this little note here. Do two things that happen in the log ride. Mainly the glitchy next to Jack. I believe a part of him slipped into the game. I'll explain this later but it will help get some ideas down.

So the fall fest looking areas are recreated. Now this doesn't mean in my opinion that the characters have to be correct. If you were making a carnival and you knew that this robot or that robot was here. But you only had certain voices from one of the other. You would just work with what you got. So in my opinion the merry-go-round, despite using the DCA's current voice. Is actually just supposed to be Jack. They only used Sun and Moon's voice because they had nothing else to. They are the only living leftover of Jack. Not to mention that Jack doesn't technically have his own voice lines. It's all moons. So I think when this Jack appears, He's just using the voice that is available to him. But that's not his voice.

Which leads into another little fun thing. If Jack was only present in Fall fest. Why is he in the log boat ride. Well the simple matter of fact is that foxy's ride might have come from Fall fest. Even if then it wasn't a boat one. Like I said I think the worlds are reincarnations. And due to my little note before. I think Jack slipped in and took over games that were most familiar. Yes by that logic he could have gone into the dart game. But I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about the boat ride.

Jocko moon completely overrides the boat rides backstage. As far as I can tell in both help wanted and help wanted 2. Those games get taken over by the virus and start showing animatronics. I believe Jack is specifically in this one because it is familiar to him. Carny has the dart game. Perhaps Jack was never used in the dart game. Or he had a rivalry with Carny. Whichever way the boat ride was the closest to another Fall fest thing. So he decided to take that over instead.

Now let's get into the whole fact that jack Is even in the help wanted 2 files. Now this little theory is connected to a off-hand comment from another theorist. Basically they mentioned that Jack looks a little familiar to eclipse. The one that's stuck in the balloon boy arcade game. It makes a little bit of sense. He is a primarily dark shaded robot with glowing orange eyes and mouth. If it wasn't for the fact that Eclipse is all black and orange. They would really look similar to each other. And don't throw the fact that Jack doesn't have rays. He does! In his gallery he is seen with his rays. It is in my opinion he uses them interchangeably. The point is he has every good reason to look like arcade eclipse. And he can in a dark corner. So I believe the glitchy arcade Eclipse and Jack are one in the same. Eclipse as we see him in ruin is sun and moon's safety mode. Completely unrelated to the one inside of the arcade. Which I believe is either a fragment of Jack or him entirely.

Now on to my last bit of rambling. The Fall fest fire. It is evident that in both of the Fall fest like games they burn. Something happened at Fall fest. Now I do have the mental mentality to think that fall fest has been going on for at least a while after whatever this fire was. What now a fall fest happens during the time before the pizza plex. Whether it was some sort of temporary marketing while they rebooted the series I don't know. But I feel like whatever this fire was, definitely happened before that point. Anyways the fire. We're going to be talking primarily about the carousel. Since that's the one that Jack is in.

Some people might not know. But technically the fire spreads from the barn down to the carousel. Something happened to the barn. And I think Jack was in the carousel when it happened. It is very evident that Jack is in the carousel fire level. This can either mean two things. There is of course the option that Jack was the one to cause the fire in the barn and wandered down to the carousel for joyride. The other option is that Jack was in the carousel when the fire reached it. Seeking some safety that did not work. Depending on how you take Jack's gremlin behavior you could choose either. Either way I think the fire is a memory that Jack is connected to in the carousel. And that's why he specifically appeared there. The log ride might also be connected to a memory of Jack's. Of course it could just be that he wanted another place to rummage around in. Perhaps disconnected to the fire.

One more thing I might need to mention. Like I said I think eclipse in the arcade and Jack are connected somehow. It has become embarrassingly clear that the DCA is definitely in cahoots with glitch trap. Whether that be willing or not depends. Although I always think unwilling. Either way whatever happened to the DCA might have started with Jack. Jack might have had some glitch trap tampering at some point. Whether that was it when he was in limbo in security breach or way earlier is dependent. I like to think it happened during security breach because help wanted one and two do take place during the before and after time of security breach. I think Jack was the back door. Or at least got infected alongside moon. He jumped to the arcade Perhaps is some sort of safety. And maybe he traveled through the wires during ruin so that he could interact with our help wanted 2 protagonist. Either way I think Jack got infected and then jumped into the network of the pizzaplex. Whether fragmented or full doesn't matter. He got into the wires or transferred through some "old junk" when they were making the help wanted stuff.

And I think that's all my ramblings. They definitely could be organized better, but whatever. Maybe I'll fix them in another post later.

[pieofdeath]

i emerge several hours later with the across the spiderverse liveblog. for people who don't want to read it: fantastic movie! all the different art styles were really cool! i miss noir a lot! I can't wait for the 3rd movie!!!

Incredible intro sequence, once again

I'm watching this one on my actual TV too

Oh I didn't say this with the first one but having the approved by the comics code authority stamp right before the movie is an incredible choice

!!! GWEN 💖

Is it a spider rule that you have to have been bit on your arm/hand

The INCREDIBLE drumming sequence 

Ok noted Gwen is from earth 65

Gwen, don't be mean to the drums :(

Band mates look fun!

Peter from her universe seems so nice!!!

HE DRANK SOME FUCKIN RADIOACTIVE THING???

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GWENS PROM OUTFIT

HOLY SHIT is Peter green goblin for Gwen???

“I just wanted to be special.” Said by PETER FUCKING PARKER IS FUCKING ME UP.

I'm getting all the compounded emotions from the first movie 

HE KNOWS WHO SHE IS

AND THEN HE DIED.

the doors closed and showing Spider-Woman and then opening and showing Gwen…

This voice talking is for Sure JJJ

Hey aren't y'all proud of me I knew that

Oh the caption said Jonah I'm not as cool :(

Her dad being a cop trying to hunt her down 

Wait in this universe Uncle Ben is alive :(

HER DAD’S WEARING A VISIONS ACADEMY SHIRT

Gwens world has such a pretty art style. it's so colorful and painterly, it's absolutely gorgeous 

THE WAY THE COLORS BLOOM WHEN SHE GIVES HER DAD A HUG

Gwen being cool colors in the warm toned kitchen… 

her hiding her suit in the drum is so cool

THE PIC OF HER AND MILES!!!

THE TRANS FLAG HAHAHAHA YAAAAAY

the music is so cool

Gwens world! Again! Gorgeous!!

Yuri! I know that name from the snapcube fandub :)

The deep voice she does for her dad 😭

THIS VULTURE LOOKS SOOOOOOO COOOOOOOOOL

PAPER MAN!

what universe is he from 

OHHH HE'S FROM A SICK RENAISSANCE WORLD!!!

THATS SO COOL ARE THESE COMICS REAL SOMEONE TELL ME WHERE TO FIND THEM!!!

JEFF KOONS. POINTS.

The Renaissance man hating Jeff Koons and modern art is so funny!!! 

The vulture is animated in such a cool way

MIGUEL!!!!!!!!!

DARK GARFIELD

THE COMICS FROM THE LAST MOVIE ARE STILL IN THE PILE :D

I hope we see a lil bit of Noir I miss him :(

Miguel having sketchy lines + shoulders is so cool

DOCTOR STRANGE MENTION 

THE WING REBUILDING THATS SO COOL

WHO IS THIS MOTORCYCLE LADY!!!!!!!!

I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER BEFORE!!!!!!!

COOL SPIDERWOMAN. SHE'S PREGNANT AND MARRIED

“will you adopt me?” “What?” “What?”

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Is she married to Miguel?

MIGUEL WITH THE FUCKING TEEEEEEETH

Miguel 🤝 my spidersona/spiderman oc. Having big ol teeth 

I really need to talk about her

The running home of calling the universe glitching “banksy” 😭 y'all live in New York isn't he British!

The shot of Gwen holding her hands up trying to talk to her dad….

SHE TOOK OFF THE MASK…

“How long have you been lying to me?” 

“Can you just not be a cop for a second, and be my dad here and listen to me?”

The background changing to be the mask…

Seriously Gwen's world is STUNNING and I can see why her costume looks like that now

HE TRIED TO FUCKING ARREST HER…

New comic for the Pile! Miles Again!

Miles is from 1610… Got it…

hehe my blorbo is from 1910 :)

The parents waiting for miles :( 

THE SPOT. I KNOW THAT GUYS NAME. 

Those cameras look like the fnaf cameras to me

The spot trying to get the money 😭

“NO! SIR! PLEASE JUST LET ME ROB YOU!” 😭😭😭

“I'm a scientist. Or, I was. I am. You've heard of alchemax. I used to work there.” IS THIS FUCKING BAGEL GUY!!! SAY IT'S THE BAGEL GUY.

THE LITTLE SPIDER DRAWING it's so cute

I love Miles' art btw it's so good

MILES HAS TO MAKE YOUTUBE APOLOGIES?!

JJJ!!!! hehe

“I don't dwell on it” while drawing so much art of Gwen. 

The additions to the Expectations graffiti of the other Spiders and Uncle Aaron (both Uncle and prowler edition)...

The dad trying to spell important and failing 😭

How he ended up catching Spot 😭

AP STUDIO ART I DID THAT 🫵

MILES FLAKING TO GET SPOT

HIS DAD IS ON THE PTA 

I'm so certain this is Bagel Guy 

HIS DAD RUNNING DOWN THE STAIRS

IT'S BAGEL GUY!

“Spiderman, why did you create this guy?” 😭 Even when he doesn't know it's his son he's in dad mode

Miles trying to get his dad to Talk About His Emotions… I love that

“Maybe get off the kids ass…” “what?” “What?”

“You gotta let him spread his wings, man. Like this.” Thanks for that demonstration miles sjdfjdjakskg

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Spot trapped in weird spot dimension

“Hypothesis. I'm going to put my head in that hole.” Not a hypothesis but carry on

YO. CLASSIC COMICS WORLD.

LEGO WORLD!!!!!!!!!

THE CASH REGISTER JUST BEING SO CHILL ABOUT SPOT 

LEGO SPIDERMAN IS PART OF THE MULTIVERSE THING WITH MIGUEL!!!!

literally obsessed with this

Are those kids playing Yu-Gi-Oh 

UNCLE AARON GRAFFITI!!!

His dad was so excited to say he was grounded

The DJ looks fucking STRESSED 

what fucking incredible reality warping bullshit is happening in his room

GWEN HIIIII

SHE HUGGED HIM IMMEDIATELY AUWJDJSJ 

GWEN YOU CAN'T JUST OPEN THE PACKAGE OF A COLLECTIBLE LIKE THAT. 

Her name is Jess Drew!

If he doesn't tell his parents about Spider-Man I'm gonna cry

SHAKESPEARE DIMENSION I WANNA SEEEEEEEE

HOBIE MENTION!

What weird things did she plant

SPOT! HI SPOT

the cute upside down sitting!!!!

Miles’ new suit looks really nice btw

“In every other universe, Gwen Stacy falls for Spiderman. And in every other universe, it doesn't end well.”

“There's a first time for everything, right?” ADORABLE

Gwen in casual wear is really cute

SURPRISE MOM

The conversation between Miles and his mom… it's fucking me up. I love them so much. I love these movies so much.

Him stripping down to the suit as he's going down the stairs 

Spot’s name is Dr Jonathan Ohnn… Noted. He looks rlly cool

The way the thought boxes look while he's invisible is so cool

The colorful glitching and reality warping is so cool

THE TUNNELS IN THE MULTIVERSE

EARTH 50101 IS SO FUCKING COOL

THE FUCKING SICK AS HELL YOYO??????

PAVITR IS SO FUCKING COOL IM OBSESSED WITH HIM.

“This is where the traffic is, this is where the traffic is, this is where the traffic is and this is where the British stole all our stuff”

Pav shipping them so fucking hard 😭

HOBIEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I'M LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH HIM!!!

SPOT LOOKS SO FUCKING COOL. OH MY GOD.

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OH NO PAVS GIRLFRIEND

“Markers are predicting an upcoming canon event” STARES DIRECTLY AT GAYATRI.

SHES OK AND SO IS HER DAD YAAAY

wait hold on. Canon event disrupted. One of them wasn't supposed to be okay.

Hobie is incredible btw. I love his animation in contrast to the other three.

I miss noir 

Pav’s suit is fantastic btw idk if I've said that

“What's that?” “It's a metaphor for capitalism” Hobie 😭

Oh there's other guys. I'm staring so directly. 

Fun fancy white spider. Pink spider. Spider with multiple arms. 

“I don't follow orders, neither does he.” “I'm invited to HQ? WOO!!!!” [Hobie looking so upset] 

so obsessed with Hobie and Miles already. They're buddies.

NEW COMIC IN THE PILE

HOBIE IS SO PRETTY I KNEW WHAT HE LOOKED LIKE BUT MAN. HIS HAIR IS ALSO DRAWN DUPER COOL WITH THE ANIMATION 

Miguel is from 928… 

HQ LOOKS SO FUCKIN SICK

Idk who Malala Windsor is but I love her. From 835 it looks like?

All the puns. Quipping is a spiderman constant 😭

THERE'S SO MANY SPIDERS!!!!!!!

Peter Parkedcar??? 

OBSESSED WITH WEBSLINGER. IS THIS GUY REAL WHERE CAN I BUY HIS COMICS.

Is that spiderman from one of the games

That animation is distinctly different and reminds of stuff my faefriend has shown me

hold on was that a real ass human. 

THATS FUCKING DONALD GLOVER 

AUAUDHFJSJAKRK

MIGUEL!!!

did he just give himself a venom shot. what was that

Aww Miguel's daughter is so cute

“Just don't enlist till you know what war you're fighting” HOBIE!

PETERRRRRRRR

WITH A BABY HARNESS THINGY

LITTLE BABYYYYY HER NAMES MAYYYYYY HE CALLS HER MAYDAY

HE MADE HER A TINY WEBSHOOTER

“Spider-Verse…” “Spider-Verse… that sounds stupid” 😭

REAL WORLD TOBY MCGUIRE???

I didn't realize that it's police inspectors… That's so wild. 

Bro Miguel needs a hug

SHIT MILES IS RIGHT HIS DAD IS ABOUT TO BECOME CAPTAIN…

“If not for Uncle Ben, most of us wouldn't be here, Miles “ AUSHDJFJSMAMD…

ANDREW GARFIELD????

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PENI'S HERE YAYYY

WHERE'S NOIR!

is this like PS1 spiderman

“Kid, look at me-” “stop calling me that.” “There we go.” “Hobie, you're not helping.” “Good.”

“little man. Peter Pan. Palms.” 

HOBIE IS LITERALLY THE BEST DAMN CHARACTER. 

HOBIE QUIT CLAPPING AND CHEERING

THE SPIDERMAN POINTING SCENEEEEE

MILES HIDING ON THE GUYS BACK

IS THAT A SPIDER T-REX

OG TV SHOW SPIDER-MAN 

Took a break here to go practice my clarinet before school starts up

Alright I'm back like an hour later

Hobie looks like he was drawn with poscas 

Ben reilly looks like a rob liefeld guy

MILES IS THE ORIGINAL ANOMALY… FUCK DUDE.

BLAST MIGUEL INTO ORBITTTTTTT

OH SHIT HE'S GONNA GO TO THE WRONG WORLD BECAUSE THE SPIDER IS FROM 42… 

Spider-Byte didn't stop him from being sent home… 

GWEN D:

May blew a raspberry at Miguel 😭 smart baby

Earth 42 looks sick as hell

I love the reds and greens

Gwen and her dad 😭

HER DAD QUIT SO MAYBE HE'S NOT GOING TO DIE

“You're the best thing I've ever done” 

THE HUGGGGGGGGGG

Hobie left a fun package! 

THE PORTAL TO HOBIES WORLD IS SO COOL!

The montage of Miles swinging through the streets… 

First hint of noir I love him

OH FUCK HIS DAD IS BEING CALLED CAPTAIN 

GWENNN

MILES DOESN'T KNOW HE'S NOT HOME…

it sounds like he's coming out as gay and you know what he is

Who's spiderman

I knew it was coming but damn

UNCLE AARON!!!!!

Oh Miles had braids in 42, I wanna see that

Oh my god what is 42-Miles mixed up in. 

HIS DAD'S DEAD IN 42…

GWEN TALKING TO HIS PARENTS

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His dad called her emo 😭

“He loves you more than you could ever imagine. I've seen it.”

NEW COMIC ON THE PILE

Uncle Aaron is so menacing in this world

Prowler wears Nike airs 

OH SHIT MILES FROM 42 IS PROWLER????

Braids look fantastic

The difference in how 42-Miles and Miles are shaded is WONDERFUL 

I want to know who was supposed to be bit in 42 super bad. 

THE SPOT THE SPOT THE SPOT!!!

May dangling from the ceiling 😭 she's so adorable

GWEN IN PETER'S WORLD WITH HOBIE’S PORTAL 💖

NOIRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE MOVIE CANT BE FUCKING OVER OH MY GOD

HEAD IN HANDS I can't wait

Not going to lie from how much everyone talked about him when this came out I thought Hobie had more screen time

He's fantastic and I adore him 

I can't WAIT for beyond the spiderverse 

Skipping to see if there's an after-credits scene

Huh doesn't look like it. Absolutely wild. 

VERY good movie!!!!!

OHHHHHHH THE CASHIER WAS FROM VENOM……….. OK IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW 

so in summary. good movie :) long but very good, it was FANTASTIC and I'm in love

[once-upon-an-imagine]

(500 Miles) (Chapter One) - Argyle

A/N: I think my mojo’s back xD at least I hope so! soo, I loved this request and I am really excited to write for Argyle sooooooo yes, I decided to make another series (as if I don’t have enough ongoing series already but... oh well) I hope you like it xD

Request -  Anonymous asked:  i got an idea for argyle! what about a hopper!reader where he could be your dad/uncle who you lived with and when he “died” you also moved to california with the byers. we’d be there while everything is going down and then finally arrive at hawkins where you see everyone for the first time in forever. maybe steve could be an ex 👀 you guys broke up before the move because of how much of a bitch long distance would be, so when he sees you with argyle he can’t help but feel a bit jealous on the inside to see you move on. everyone gets to meet argyle, steve tells you that he’s happy for you, we get a happy ending even tho hawkins is literally falling apart 😁

Warnings: smoking weed with Argyle; also, this starts in California so, the actual request of them arriving at Hawkins will be in the later chapters :D no spoilers or anything on this chapter it’s more of a prologue

Disclaimer: I don’t own Stranger things :D gif isn’t mine :) 

Your name: submit What is this?

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(500) Miles

When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be, I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you

You threw yourself on your bed letting out a loud sigh and staring at the ceiling. You felt a few tears running down your cheeks and you quickly wiped them away, sitting up and composing yourself. You knew it was for the best. You kept telling yourself that everything you had done in the past month was for the best. For you. For El. And for the Byers who had lovingly taken you into their home. You got up and walked over to your dresser grabbing the picture of you, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Robin and you smiled sadly. You then put it down and saw the other picture of you with your dad, and El. You shook your head, took a deep breath, and walked out of your room over to the basement. You could hear the music and you slowly opened the door. You heard Jonathan freaking out as you walked down the stairs.

"Relax, it's just me" you chuckled as you reached the bottom of the stairs while Jonathan and Argyle let out a sigh of relief. "Your mom is still out with Will and Jane" you told them.

"Fuck, dude, you scared the shit out of me" Jonathan said with a nervous laugh.

"What's going on, my dude?" Argyle smiled at you.

"Wait, are you off the phone?" Jonathan asked and you couldn't tell if he was being serious so you nodded.

"Uh... yeah" you said and he got up quickly.

"Shit! Then I have to go call Nancy" he said, running up the stairs and leaving you and Argyle behind. You took Jonathan's place, sitting next to Argyle, and sighed.

"Can I have some of that?"

He turned to look back at you, frowning his eyebrows in confusion. "Some of what?"

"The... uh... Purple Palm Tree Delight?" you smiled up at him.

"You-" he said, choking a little. "You want some of this?" he asked, holding the joint in his hand.

"Yeah" you nodded. "I mean if that's okay with you-"

"N-no, yeah of course" he said, still not believing his ears. "It's just... well, you never do this kind of stuff... am I corrupting you, petal?" he smiled as you grabbed the joint from him and took a drag.

"Don't flatter yourself, Argyle" you laughed. "It's not like this is the first time I've tried weed" you informed him.

"It's not?" he asked, almost sounding disappointed and you shook your head no, resting it on the back of the couch. "So... what's the occasion? I thought you were gonna be on the phone for like three hours like always" he mocked you as you returned the joint.

"Are you stalking me, man?" you smirked at him.

"No, but when your boyfriend calls, you usually disappear for the rest of the day" he said in an accusing tone.

"Actually... I don't have a boyfriend" you muttered quietly as you took the joint from him again.

"Wait, what?" he asked, sitting up and looking at you. "What are you talking about? Did you guys break up?"

"Well, to be completely honest, Steve and I broke up before we moved here" you explained. After a moment of silence, Argyle spoke again.

"But you still talk on the phone a lot" he said confused.

"Yeah, we're still friends" you explained.

"So how come Byers doesn't know about this? I mean, they all still think he's your boyfriend" he asked, confused.

"I don't know" you sighed. "I love the Byers, but they're all about feelings and hugging and shit and I'm just... not like that" you chuckled. "So, I knew that if I told them it would be another thing to add and I didn't really want to have that conversation. "That would have been a lot of hugs" you said.

"You hug Will and Jane all the time" he laughed.

"Yeah, because they're worthy of my hugs" you mocked him.

"Shit, Hopper, that hurts" he said, placing his hands over his heart. "You also hug Mrs. Byers a lot-"

"Correction, Mrs. Byers hugs me a lot, and would you ever refuse a hug from Mrs. Byers?"

"Fair point" he smiled, taking another drag. "So, when did you guys break up?"

"About two months ago, I guess" you explained. "I wanted to try the whole distance thing because it was supposed to be only for a year but I know Steve didn't want to" you said. "I am sure he would have tried for me if I asked but... I felt like he wanted to call things off. He just didn't want to hurt my feelings" you told him. "So, I did it for him" you said.

"Why do you think that? I mean, why wouldn't he just break it off?"

"Because he hates hurting people" you shrugged. "That's how Steve is. I've known Steve my whole life, even if we grew apart when we started high school but then he changed again and I didn't want to drag him in on something he didn't want to do and that might have ended up making us resent the other so... I don't know, I guess it was only a matter of time" you said, smoking again. "Don't tell Jonathan though, I think he and Nancy will do better than us" you said.

"Shit... I'm sorry, man. That's intense" he said sympathetically. "So, what happened today that made you upset?"

"I'm not upset" you complained but he raised his eyebrows at you, looking at the joint in your hand.

"Fine. He's dating again" you sighed.

"Shit! He told you that?"

"Well, we're still friends and when we started dating we promised that we wouldn't let anything ruin that. I mean, is not like we hate each other, we broke up because I was moving and he was staying in Hawkins so... we still talk, a lot-"

"Are you still... like in love with him?"

"Not really" you said, sitting up and handing him the joint. It was true. You still loved Steve but as a friend, like you did your whole life. Maybe if you would have stayed in Hawkins things would be different but you weren't in Hawkins. You were in California smoking pot with Argyle. "I care about him a lot as a friend but he's dating like a different girl every week and I don't know. It just kinda felt like I was one of those girls, which I know is not true because we were together for a while and I know he cares about me but... I guess, I didn't expect him to move on so quickly and be this happy so soon, you know?" you smiled sadly at him.

Argyle felt his heart aching a little. This was probably the first serious conversation the two of you had and he definitely didn't like seeing you upset.

"Are you okay?"

"I guess" you said, letting the smoke out. "I mean, it is what it is" you told him.

"I'm sorry, dude" he said, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Breakups suck, man" he said, taking another drag.

"Thanks" you smiled at him. "This helps" you said, grabbing the joint.

"Oh no, young lady-"

"I'm the same age as you-"

"Still! Don't think you get a pass after today" he said, trying to be serious. "This is a one-time deal" he told you.

"But I'm heartbroken" you said, dramatically. "You wouldn't deny a poor girl in pain a small piece of happiness-"

"Nice try, petal" he chuckled. "That won't work on me" he assured you.

"Oh, we'll see" you smirked, giving the joint back to him.

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"Alright, dude, you ready?"

"Why do I have to cook it?"

"Because then you can spend more time in the back with me and not at the register" Argyle insisted, starting to prepare the dough for the pizza.

"But I am horrible at cooking!"

The two of you were the only ones left at Surfer Boy Pizza, having the closing shift and it was pretty much dead since it was a Monday.

"I know, that's why I'm teaching you" he laughed.

"Hey! You were supposed to say I'm not that bad" you scoffed, trying to sound offended.

"Do I need to remind you that you almost burn down the whole place, petal?" he laughed.

"Hey! That only happened once and nothing was on fire-"

"Because I put it out" he laughed.

"Okay, fine, let's get this over with" you said, rolling your eyes.

The two of you had become closer friends in the past couple of weeks since you told the truth to Argyle about you and Steve. You even got to ride the Purple Palm Tree delight on occasion because you knew how to wear Argyle down. You could honestly say he was becoming one of your favorite people and maybe, just maybe, you were starting to develop a small crush on him. Which is why your Monday shift was your favorite because it was just the two of you.

"That's the spirit, man" he said, excitedly. "C'mon, let's go, señorita" he said, pulling you with him as you groaned dramatically. "Okay, first you have to get the dough ready" he told you and you were about to take it but he stopped you, grabbing your hand. "Hold on" he said. "You don't want it to get all sticky so, first, we put flour" he said grabbing a bag of flour and spreading it around the table.

"Well, this is fun" you said, getting flour on your hands. "Okay, now what?" you asked smiling, showing him your floured hands.

"Now the dough" he said, grabbing it and he started spreading it on the table.

"Can I throw it in the air like you do?" you asked, excitedly.

"I don't know petal, I've seen you throw things-"

"You know, sometimes I don't even know why I'm your friend" you glared at him.

"Well, it's not like you have many friends here-"

"Many? You're literally my only friend here" you laughed. "Jonathan complains about it every day, how I stole you from him" you rolled your eyes.

"Not gonna lie, pretty flattered that you two fight over me" he smiled as he started throwing the pizza in the air and you watched him in awe. It was always your favorite part whenever he was in charge of making the pies.

"It's not my fault I'm your favorite" you smirked at him.

"Yeah?" he said, placing the pizza back on the table. "How'd you figure that out?" he asked, poking your nose and leaving a spot of flour.

"Well, because you let me sit on the front more than Jonathan" you started, hopping back on the counter. "And you sometimes let me pick the music" you continued. "And you always bring an extra banana muffin for me when your mom bakes them" you smiled triumphantly.

"And yet, you're letting me make this pizza by myself" he complained.

"Well, you didn't let me do anything fun!" you said, grabbing a little bit of flour and tossing it at him.

"Dude!" he said, looking at you. "I wasn't going to let you drop our pie" he complained, throwing some flour at you and you laughed but then pretended to be offended again.

"I wasn't going to drop it!" you said throwing more flour at him.

"Okay, stop that" he said, trying to grab the gab from you but you were quicker and you climbed off the counter and ran away from him, but as you did, you tripped and fell flat on your butt, dropping all of the flour over yourself.

"Shit" you complained as Argyle started laughing.

"You were saying, petal?" he laughed, kneeling to offer you his hand. You glared at him a little but took it and he helped you up, pulling you a little too hard and bringing you really close and he wrapped his arms around you so you wouldn't fall again. "Seriously, you have to be one of the clumsiest people I've ever met" he laughed.

You had never been this close to Argyle. You weren't someone who was particularly physical. Argyle had noticed it. You didn't really like to hug people, with a few exceptions. But you didn't mind with Argyle. In fact, you had actually been wanting to be this close to him for a while now.

"Sorry, I didn't want you to fall again" he said, starting to unwrap his arms from your waist but you quickly placed your hands on his arms so he wouldn't.

"N-no" you said a bit too quickly. "I m-mean, it's fine" you said, feeling your cheeks burning.

"It... it is?" he asked, feeling his heartbeat racing. "I thought you didn't like hugs-"

"I like yours" you blurted out. "I m-mean- uh- I like you-" you said, widening your eyes when you realized what you just said. "I m-mean- fuck! I'm such an idiot" you muttered looking down.

"You're not" he said, placing his hand on your cheek to make you look up at him. "I like your hugs too" he smiled.

You saw him start to lean in and you quickly stepped on your toes and wrapped your arms around his neck before he placed his lips against yours. He tightened his grip around you and you felt him smile against your lips.

"I knew I was your favorite" you smiled when you pulled away, making him laugh.

"Wanna help me finish your pizza?" he asked brushing a little flour you still had on your cheek.

"Oh, it's my pizza now?" you smirked.

"Let's clean you up, clutz" he said, kissing you again. You could definitely get used to this.

"Okay" you smiled brightly at him.

You cleaned your mess up while Argyle finished cooking the pizza. You both decided it would be best with your regular 'accidents'.

"Order up" he said, bringing the pizza over to you.

"I'm not eating that" you said, sitting on the counter.

"What? Why not?" Argyle complained, placing the pizza on the counter and standing in front of you.

"Why would you put pineapple on a pizza?"

"Hey, petal! Try before you deny" he said, offering you a piece.

"I don't mind the pineapple, the question I ask is why is it on my pizza?" you complained.

"Because it's delicious" he insisted.

"I knew I shouldn't have let you make the pizza by yourself" you complained as you took the slice in your hand.

"Come on, give it a try" he insisted before hearing your stomach growl. "I know you want to" he said, raising his eyebrows and you rolled your eyes.

"Fine, only because I'm starving" you gave in. "And because you made it" you smiled, making him flush a little.

You took a bite and even if you would have tried to deny it, Argyle could see in your face that you had actually liked it.

"So?" he asked, waiting for your review. "What's the report, petal?"

"It's okay" you shrugged, taking another bite.

"Okay?" he smirked. "Just okay?"

"Fine, it's actually pretty good" you admitted.

"I knew it!" he smiled happily. "What?" he asked when he saw you smiling at him.

"Nothing" you quickly said, pulling him a little closer. "You still have a little bit of flour here" you said, brushing it away from his cheek.

"Your entire face is still filled with flour" he smiled brightly at you and leaned closer to kiss you again. "Do, do you like... want to uh- go out on a date or- um, something?" he stuttered when you broke apart.

"I'd really like that" you said, smiling.

"Does this mean that I get to hug you now?" he asked, placing his hands on your hips.

"Only if you admit that I'm your favorite" you said, making him laugh a little.

"Of course you're my favorite, petal" he said, kissing you again.

The End

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[Ch.2]

A/N: soooo, part 2? let me know what you think :D 

[zalrb]

Memories [SE Xmas Fic Pt. 2]

*Requires some engagement at the end

Part 1: https://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/703687556774215680/be-neighbourly-se-xmas-fic-pt-1

Stefan hadn't visited Elena's apartment since that night but somehow ended up spending a lot of time with her over the next week. She wrote in the coffee shop by their building and he would see her at a window side table with her laptop. What had become a quick in-and-out morning routine had turned into an extra thirty minutes to drink coffee before work. They ran to each other in supermarkets or the park after work, each conversation longer than the last,

and then on a Saturday, Stefan got a knock on his door. When he opened it, Elena looked sheepish and slightly surprised like she didn't actually expect anyone to answer.

"Hi." He could barely get the word out.

Elena said nothing right away; he'd answered the door in pyjama pants but no shirt and found that words were difficult for her to form. Stop staring, stop staring, stop staring ---

"Hey," she said.

He waited a beat. "Would you like to come in?" 

Yes.

"Uh, subway's actually outside, this way," said Elena, pointing behind her.

Stefan cocked his head, confused. "Subway?"

"Right. So here's the thing," said Elena. "I haven't actually taken the subway yet because it's scary--"

Stefan chuckled and Elena playfully punched him on the shoulder.

"Don't laugh at me! Those platforms are way too narrow. But I really want to go to the holiday market at Union Square, sooooooo," she cleared her throat, "do you want to be my escort? Save my life in case I trip into the tracks."

Stefan grinned. "I'm... surprised you'd ask me."

"Well, I don't know anyone else in the city," said Elena. "So...."

Stefan nodded. "Ah, so I'm your choice by default."

"Of course." She giggled. "No, Stefan, I..." she bit her lip, getting serious. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you told me, you know, about your brother, about the last Christmas you celebrated?"

Stefan shook his head, lowering it. "Elena..."

"I just think you deserve better memories of this time. Not that I think that I can magically erase everything," she said quickly. Now that she thought of it, her idea didn't really make much sense. He had lived in this city much longer than she had, he wasn't a tourist, he'd probably passed the holiday market dozens of times. "I just -- I just mean that I could maybe -- well because we seem to get along, I -- I just wanted to try." She took a deep breath and gathered everything she wanted to say.

"You won't be sad on Christmas forever," she said simply. "You can't be. I don't think I could stand that."

He looked at her then. 

"Look, I'll even make it interesting," she said.

Stefan raised his eyebrows. "I'm listening."

"If I give you one amazing Christmas memory then you have to come over to my place on the day, hang out with my friends, my brother, drink eggnog, watch the classics, you know, Christmas stuff."

"Mm," said Stefan. "And if you don't?"

"Then I'll buy your coffee for the week."

Stefan smiled, nodding. "Deal," he said softly. "Let me just get ready."

He stepped into his apartment, keeping his door open so Elena could follow him inside.

"Shouldn't take long," he said, disappearing down the hallway.

Elena glanced around at the living room. She couldn't believe she was there but at the same time, it was inevitable. She wasn’t getting anything done. Sure, she had been writing but what had begun as a literary novel had turned into a romance, more accurately a piece of fanfiction of her own life. She found herself writing down scenarios between two neighbours, meet cutes and passionate love scenes, just a series of wish fulfillments that made her yearn and cost her sleep. Perhaps it would one day be a classic romcom or a cheesy holiday classic, but at the moment, she knew it wouldn't stop until she did something about it. 

She walked around the apartment, taking in the kitchen, the books on his shelves, the furniture -- she wanted to know everything about him. When he finally returned to the living room, he looked clean-cut and dapper in a wool topcoat. Elena got suddenly shy.

“Ready?”

“Mmhmm.”

            Neither one of them could have predicted how far the day would take them. It had already begun with a casual intimacy. When they took the subway at 72nd and Elena felt a wave of anxiety looking at how close the tracks seemed to be, Stefan had taken her hand, helping her along the platform and Elena felt a jolt that made her heart thud at the feel of his skin against hers. When he’d let go on the train, she resisted the urge to take his hand again even though her palm tingled with a kind of absence.

They walked the maze of garland-strewn shops at the market, talking to the vendors, sipping coffee, sharing a soft pretzel. She'd talked him into taking selfies at shops with colourful lanterns and they tried on different hats and scarves, looked at different drawings and paintings, took in the different ornaments for sale, some of which Elena bought to add to her tree. There'd been a necklace that caught Elena's eye, she stared at it --- a silver heart-shaped locket that she stroked gently before deciding it was too expensive to get,  and when she'd stood in line for some pierogi, Stefan had bought it, handing it over to her with a bit of a bashful smile.

"You didn't have to---"

He shrugged. "It looks good on you, I wanted you to have it."

Elena smiled up at him. "You haven't even seen me wear it..."

"Everything looks good on you, I can tell."

Elena surprised herself and gave him a quick peck on the cheek as a thank you and Stefan felt like everything around him stilled and greyed and he and Elena were the only things in living colour. She turned around so he could put the necklace on her and his finger brushed the nape of her neck, causing her to shiver.

"You been to The Strand?" he asked when they'd visited every corner of the market.

Elena shook her head.

"You can't be a writer in this city and not visit at least once."

"Well, now you have to show me."

They walked over to the bookstore where there was a Christmas tree of books in the display window. They could've spent the rest of the day in the stacks, perusing books, learning about each other’s tastes,

 but after an hour they decided to keep walking, ambling along fifth avenue, looking at the different holiday window displays, snow gently falling as they shared a bag of roasted nuts. Elena could feel her phone in her pocket buzzing with incessant texts, which had started when she'd posted the selfies to Instagram.

By the time they'd made it to the Rockefeller Christmas tree, the sun had set and after craning their necks to take in the lights, Elena turned to Stefan.

"So," she said. "This has been a fun day."

"Yes," he said. "I'd say so."

"But has it been perfect?" Elena raised her eyebrows. "Or has there been a perfect moment?"

Stefan looked at her.

"What?"

He shook his head. "It wasn't a fair bet."

"What do you mean?"

"You were always going to win, Elena." He shrugged. "You won before you even made the bet." 

He gazed at her, a combination of nervousness and intensity, which made Elena both lightheaded and bold. She pressed her palms to his chest and kissed him softly but not chastely and she had barely pulled away when he went in for a second kiss, the tree dazzling with lights behind them.

They'd held hands for the rest of the evening, even when they'd stopped for dinner at a nearby restaurant, they kept their fingers entwined on the table.

“You know, Kendra’s probably watching through the peephole, right?” said Elena when they made it back to their building and stopped outside of her apartment. “And so is anyone who can without opening

Stefan grinned. “Really?”

“Well, I did bag the mysterious bachelor in 3205.”

His grinned widened. “Did you?”

They kissed again, a bit more urgency in the way Elena gripped his coat, in the way Stefan circled his arm around her waist, she stood on tiptoe, moaning deeply, which invoked a moan from Stefan as well and he pulled away before he lost himself.

"Well," said Stefan hoarsely. "Goodnight."

He started to head over to his unit but Elena hadn't let go of his hand when she took her keys out to unlock her door,

and she guided him into her apartment, laughing at the audible gasps from up and down the hallway.

 When he stepped inside, they kissed again, deep and giddy.

Stefan used his foot to close the door so he could keep his hands on the sides of her face. She started unbuttoning his coat and when he shrugged it off, she quickly unravelled her scarf and took off her jacket, letting them both fall to the floor, before clutching his head, bringing him closer to her, fervently embracing.

Stefan lifted her onto him and she squealed in delight, grinning at the feel of his strong arms around her body.

He walked over to her sofa and they both collapsed onto it. Her hands explored his back, clawing at his shirt, as he kissed her neck, her throat, her chest, she nipped his earlobe, panting into his ear.

Stefan looked up briefly and then disentangled from Elena, scrambling backwards.

"Oh, thank God," said a voice, "because this was getting a little uncomfortable to watch."

Elena's eyes widened and she sat up, looking behind her, seeing a petite woman with long, curly blonde hair and blue wide-set eyes sitting on the armchair.

"Katherine," said Stefan through gritted teeth.

"Katherine, what are you---"

"Katherine? As in Katherine?"

She looked incredulously at the woman who sat, cross-legged, in her chair like Elena was the one who had walked into her home. Katherine looked at her nails and then flicked her eyes up to Elena, tilting her head to the side.

"Looks like vanilla is the flavour of the month.”

Elena jerked like she was about to walk over to her, but Stefan held her by the wrist, shaking his head slightly.

Katherine put her head in her hand and smiled. “It’s good to see you, Stefan.”

"See you're up to your old tricks," he said. "How are you in here?”

“I have my ways,” said Katherine vaguely.

“I mean,” he said forcefully. “Why aren't you in my place? Why are you in Elena’s?"

"Saw the pictures on Instagram. Very… cute," said Katherine. "Clearly she was going to invite you to her place for a stimulating night of missionary---”

Elena tried to move again but Stefan kept her in place.

           “Katherine,” said Stefan. “I’m not doing this here.”

           “Then by all means let’s go to your place.”

           Stefan sighed and turned to Elena. She saw that he intended to leave and she held onto him.

“Stefan, no.”

           “I don’t want her here with you,” he said, looking at her.

           “And I don’t want her there with you. Alone.”

           “That’s smart,” said Katherine.

           “Shut up,” said Stefan without looking “I’ll be fine. It’ll be fine, OK?” He mouthed, “It’s better to just see what she wants.”

           Elena didn’t like it but she gave a slight jerk of her head as an agreement and he kissed her on her forehead and then looked at her. “I’ll be right back.”

           Katherine smirked as she passed Elena and followed Stefan out of her apartment but huffed when Stefan didn’t hold the door to his unit open for her, letting it slam in her face.

           “Rude.” She opened the door and walked over to the kitchen. “You have any Perignon? You know I how love champagne and you can afford that now.”

           “Don’t go through my kitchen,” said Stefan, leaning against his door, glaring at her with a mixture of exhaustion and hatred.

He kept the distance.

There could be a dizzying affect to Katherine, to the revulsion she inspired in him, a vortex that twisted him into doing things he didn’t want to.

           “You know how I feel about rules, Stefan,” said Katherine, taking a bottle out of the cooler.

           “Mm.” He sighed. "So, how's Damon doing?"

Katherine raised her eyebrows. "How would I know?"

"Isn't that where you've been all this time."

"I haven't seen him for as long as you have," she said, pouring herself a glass. "I told you back then that it was over between us, it was you who decided not to believe me."

"Why should I have when you lied about everything else?" said Stefan, his voice getting louder.

"I never lied about loving you."

"No, just that you were also fucking my brother."

"I got greedy." Katherine shrugged, taking a sip. "We all have flaws."

Stefan laughed humorlessly.  "OK well, whatever game this is, keep Elena out of it."

Katherine put her glass down and walked back into the living room. "So protective over a girl you just met?"

"She means a lot to me," said Stefan firmly. “I mean it. Don’t go near her again.”

Katherine exhaled and shook her head. "I don't like feeling jealous, Stefan."

"I could give a damn about how you feel, Katherine. And you don't get to feel anything about me. Why are you even here anyway? After all this time..."

"‘All this time’?" Katherine repeated. She laughed. "Don't be so naive. I've always been here. Keeping an eye on you.”

Stefan blinked.

“You look so surprised! Of course, I’ve been checking in on you over the years, but you asked for space and I gave it to you, I was being considerate, respecting your boundaries.”

Stefan rubbed his head. “I can’t deal with your level of crazy right now. You don’t get to just show up and fuck up my life.”  

           Katherine grinned and sidled up to him, tapping her fingers on his chest, making his jaw clench.

He hated her. He did. But he hated her even more for the heat that tinged his loathing, for the way his body reacted to her presence.

“If I remember correctly, Stefan, you love a little bit of crazy.”

           He moved her hand. “Stop.”

           She looked at him knowingly. “Hmm.” She laughed. "So, the princess---”

           “Elena,” said Stefan sharply.

“Does she know about us?"

"She knows," said Stefan.

"No, she knows how it ended. Does she know the beginning?" She whispered in his ear, "Does she know the middle?"

Stefan closed his eyes as the memories surfaced, panting and sighing

and writhing bodies…

“I know you feel it,” she continued.

… pleasure that melded with a hatred, screaming and yelling and broken bottles, shattered ornaments.

He shook his head. “Leave. Get the fuck out.”  He started to move away from her but she pulled him back to her, turning his face to hers.

 Elena was pacing in her apartment, her phone propped up on the coffee table.

"Wait a minute, she was in your apartment. Like inside your apartment?" said Bonnie. 

"Yeah! Like some fucking stalker! Stefan said that she used to follow him wherever he went, I didn't realize the extent."

"You need to call the cops," said Bonnie.

"No, no, that can wait," said Caroline.

Bonnie shot Caroline a look. "Caroline!"

"Um, hello? Crazy hot ex-girlfriend in the apartment of the guy she's vibing on?" said Caroline, pointing toward her phone. She turned to face the camera. "That takes precedence. You need to mark your territory."

"I'm not a dog, Caroline."

"But you need to out-bitch her."

Bonnie rolled her eyes.

Elena stopped pacing, rubbing her forehead. "I do kind of want to go over there, Bon."  

"Elena," said Bonnie. "Be sensible!"

"I just don't like it, Bonnie. Them shacked up together?"

Elena paused and in that brief moment the image of them together flashed before her eyes and she clenched her hands. 

"We don't know how she's going to react! Didn't you say she played him and his brother off of each other and it destroyed their relationship? She broke into her house!”      

"Yeah! She's doing all this just to get him back and I don’t know … I just … I can’t let it go.”

           Elena hung up the phone, storming out of her apartment and wrenching the door open to Stefan’s only to find him and Katherine pressed up against the wall and --- 

 Elena bolted upright and hit her head square on the bunk above her.

“Shit!”

She pressed her hand to her forehead as she oriented herself in reality. What was her reality? Right. The on-call room.

Her breathing was haggard and she had to calm herself down, let the jealousy and anger from her dream melt away only for the torturous reality to set in --- Stefan couldn’t kiss Katherine, couldn’t sleep with her, couldn’t do anything because he was gone, he’d been gone for a while. Elena felt herself begin to cry and then took a breath – she was at work, she had to keep it together, she could be paged any second.

But…

She couldn’t let it go. The dream felt real, too real for it to simply be dream, it had the same tactile realism that the visions had. It felt supernatural. Quickly, she took her phone out of her pocket and made a call.  

"Bonnie, it's me," said Elena, holding her head. "I guess you’re still on the plane back home but … I had a weird dream. A vivid dream about ... Stefan. It seemed, like, I don't know, a warning ... a, I don't know, it just feels like something's going on. Call me back when you can, OK?" Elena hung up, pensive.

Bonnie picked up her suitcase from the luggage carousel and made her way out of the airport. She had to remember to ask Caroline if she had a charger she could use for her phone, it’d died midway through the flight. For the first time, coming home felt nerve-wracking. She came bearing news, bearing gifts, well the potential of both, and she didn’t want to get everyone’s hopes up if it turned out to simply stay at being potential.

When she walked outside to the dropoff, she spotted Caroline immediately, leaning against her SUV, her hands pulling her cardigan over her shirt.

“Hey!” said Bonnie jogging up to her.

“An eighteen hour flight and you still look this good? Ugh, you disgust me.”

Bonnie grinned as she and Caroline hugged. “Let me put your luggage in the car.” “Thanks.” Bonnie rolled over a small suitcase and handed it over to Caroline who didn’t move. “Oh, is that it?” said Caroline. “Yeah.” Caroline nodded. “OK.” She popped the trunk and put the suitcase inside. “Say it,” said Bonnie. “Nothing.” Caroline opened the car door and got into the driver’s seat while Bonnie got into the passenger’s side. Caroline started to drive, pressing her lips together and Bonnie laughed. “Say it,” she said again.

“Nothing!” She shot her a look. “Caroline.” “Really, nothing, you just, you know, you packed light,” she said. “I always pack light.”

“It’s Christmas,” said Caroline. “Did you get any shopping done?"

Bonnie raised an eyebrow. "Afraid I didn’t get you a gift?”

“No,” said Caroline, playfully hitting Bonnie on the arm. “It’s just if you still need to do your holiday shopping you’re cutting it close.” “Oh, let me guess, you finished your Christmas shopping two weeks ago.” Caroline snorted. “Try a month.” Bonnie laughed. “Overachiever.” “It’s in my nature,” said Caroline. “I’m just saying it’s going to be hard to find good presents for everyone."

Bonnie shrugged and sighed breezily. "I’m not worried, I have the perfect Christmas gift.” Caroline smiled. “Are you going to make it snow again?” “Better.” “What, you’re going to conjure our very own Saint Nick?” said Bonnie looked at her, grinning, until Caroline looked back. “Better,” she said.

Caroline furrowed her eyebrows and bit the inside of her lip. She kept glancing at Bonnie who giggled.   “The suspense is killing you, isn’t it?”

“Literally killing me!” Caroline exclaimed. “No one talks about how cruel you are Bonnie Bennett. I am actually dying.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want that,” said Bonnie. “So,” she cleared her throat. “I won’t wait until Christmas, I’ll give the present today.” “What, right now?” “No, not right now,” said Bonnie a little more seriously. “It’ll have to be at night.” “Mysterious,” said Caroline.

“Not for long.”

Four Options:

1. I can continue the Katherine/Elena/Stefan AU but that would mean the ending would change because Katherine and Stefan only kiss so Elena can wake up

2. I can continue the ff as it is now

3. I can write a toxic Stefan/Katherine relationship that would be like season 5 and then have Elena lose her mind over it.

4. I can do the same thing but instead of Stefan/Katherine, it's Stefan/Rebekah.

[halfelven]

Arwen, Elladan & Elrohir for the character bingo? :D

Love the way you write the peredhel and your thoughts on them generally!!

- main of @olorinestel

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repeating i do not have a saviour complex i do not have a saviour complex i do not have a saviour complex (< lying)

okayyyyyyy sooooooo. let’s start with arwen. when i first heard the goes to lie down alone in an empty land to die story i didn’t speak for several hours and i was still feel the pain of it and can taste the scent of fallen pine needles and see the golden sun on the warm bark of the shaking trees. i’m screaming and crying and throwing up. she is not like me. i do not get the falling in love thing. i’m checking mommy and daddy issues bc of what happened to her mom and the whole separation thing with her dad. i do think they were great parents

also she is insane. and it’s so good. especially with piercing gazes striking little hobbits and all that. close connections to her insane grandparents. whatever the hell is going on with her and aragorn. obsessed.

look elladan and elrohir came out the same but i’ll go with elrohir first

here’s where i do NOT have a saviour complex comes in. i did not read about them at five years old and dream of knowing violence and loneliness and peril to save people.

anyways babe gets mommy reasons for obvious reasons. daddy issues bc of the immortality or not reasons. do i think he would actually punch me? doubtful. but he’d probably stop me if it were the wild and he didn’t know if he could trust me. i didn’t choose my name partially bc it’s similar to his btw. i didn’t pretend i was elrohir and my sister was elladan and still have our nicknames set from theirs in my phone btw.

i don’t give a fuck what tolkien says!!! his name is star-rider!!! and it’s a tribute to earendil. tolkien can fucking fight me!!!!

god riding through the wilderness to tell aragorn hey daddy says we should go through the paths of the dead. elvish wights. dark magic and a fucking ghost army. i’m sooooo normal about him. i can’t picture every detail of his clothes and i have never pretended hallucinations were him until i wasn’t scared of them anymore. never had dreams about him that don’t even feel like dreams either. i’m so sane and normal. i don’t hate him because the self imposed pain he takes to protect the world hits too close. don’t relate to saving my mother from torments but not being able to save her either.

on to elladan

same mommy and daddy issues. again he probably wouldn’t actually punch me but maybe he would under certain circumstances.

i included a lot of the insanity when talking about his brother because they go together in a lot of that. also never had super weird dreams about him that took too long and had too much reading in them. only normal dreams.

but seriously i think the immortal thing with half elves goes a bit to their head. like the being able to live for thousands of years but you could drop it? insane.

also gonna fight tolkien bc i swear all three of them were kids at the same time. like seriously fight me tolkien. (i think i could take him)

again i’m soooooo normal about him. nothing about throwing everything aside to make my life about a singular purpose (or maybe not singular. protection and revenge. also you have to look at orcs as metaphors for this to work*)

stopping now or this will be too long. have to put it under a cut as is

*i like my ideas of what orcs are better than tolkien’s. i actually much prefer a few of my systems in fantasy to his. and i prefer my own fantasy world to his over all

thank you for the ask and for liking how i write them!!! they are some of the characters that got me through a lot of things and i will always love them even if i also write them suffering

[frogsandfries]

*whispers* I think I did it

This is the back side, so excuse how crappy it looks. I think I got the curtain to hang. We'll see in the morning. I might have/want to readjust it so it touches the floor, but as long as it stays up overnight, I can finally move my desk back against the wall.

I don't get paid nearly enough to do this job.......I had to argue with this guy who was like Russian or something about how he/his wife didn't have to pay the copay for a medication, and I kept saying the amount of the copay over and over to him and it took till like the end of the call for him to finally hear what I was saying and he was like, you're giving me a headache and making the problem worse.

No I'm not. I just spent over an hour arguing with you over a copay that you would have of you went to literally any other insurance carrier. Now, maybe those insurance carriers allot that copay differently so the final copay that comes down to you is different, but you will pay essentially this copay, every time.

I'm a licensed goddamn agent. I deserve better than to be treated as some lowly information retriever and repeater. I actually fucking know what I'm talking about.

I'm so fucking tired. But look, tomorrow is Friday. My mattress will most likely arrive over the weekend and I can finally sleep in my bed properly and I am sooooooo looking forward to it.

Mr Stark, I don't feel so good

[mo2k]

unexpected love

fandom : encanto

pairing : camilo x reader

warnings : none, except fluff

a/n : @bokubooo happy birthday my boo <3

“please camilo —“

“no! i already gave my answer mirabel, there’s no use in trying to convince me”

“but —“

“blah blah blah”

camilo stick out his tongue in a nonchalant expression. making mirabel groaned in frustration, why won’t he help her? she just need him to shapeshift into her for a little while but he keeps refusing saying that he has loads of work to do tomorrow.

with that being said, the brown haired boy took another bite of arepas made by his aunt. and the side of mirabel’s face flops to the table, utterly hopeless and lost.

right now mirabel is starting to regret the decision of asking you to meet up tomorrow. only if she didn’t have to go helped her mother out.

mirabel sighed dismally at the thought of having to go apologise you and says she can’t come anymore. she doesn’t really want to break the promise although camilo’s not helping at all — like sure everyone can be busy at times but can’t he just help her a little? it’s only for some hours —

unless…

“there’s one thing i haven’t told you about” mirabel quickly lift her head up suddenly. camilo quirked an eyebrow at her before gave her a nod as a gesture to go on, glass in his hand as he sips some water.

“it’s y/n who i asked you to meet tomorrow”

a violent choke and a spatter of water slipped from camilo’s mouth at your name. and mirabel smirked knowingly while watching her cousin struggle to keep his cool. looks like her guess about camilo’s crush on you is true.

“but oh well, what a bummer that you’re super busy tomorrow. looks like i gotta turn her down about the plans —“

“uh actually — if it’s only for some hours i might be able to spare a little time”

got ya.

“if you say sooooooo. the meeting time is at 10 o’clock, good luck!”

the girl got up from her seat and swiftly paced out of the room, just in case if he changes his mind. slamming the kitchen door shut as she went.

and that’s how the brown haired boy got left alone, head in his hands and mind pondering, will he be okay tomorrow??

camilo found himself playing with his fingers mindlessly, waiting for your arrival. he legit comes 15 minutes early, just to make sure he won’t be late and end up embarrassed himself.

heaving a sigh, he leaned his back against the bench he’s sitting in. it was just outside the local store where parents often come to. wait why is he thinking of these things suddenly? perhaps he’s nervous? maybe. maybe not he’s —

“boo”

a voice softly called out of nowhere. making him jumped in surprise and twisted around to see you. giggling with the brightest smile he ever saw.

“gotcha good mirabel! did i make you wait long?” you asked, also reminding camilo that he’s mirabel right now. not camilo.

he gently shook his head in return, trying to smile as natural as possible, “nah not at all, i’ve just arrived, too”

you crossed your arms while giving him a suspicious look, then it turned into a hearty laugh.

“alright, alright. should we go now then? ooo this gonna be fun — let’s go let’s go!” you excitedly exclaimed, grabbing his hand and slightly tugged him forward.

he really did have lots of fun, smiling and laughing while talking about thousands millions things, cracking tons of jokes along the way. from trying new fashions or putting on weird glasses just to laugh at each other’s face. dancing merrily to the dulcet but jolly local street’s music. trying to keep quiet in a library but utterly failed that the librarian have to shoo you two away, he seemed furious about it. “don’t ever come again” mimicked the silly voice and face + gesture by camilo, it ended up look hilarious in an odd way. but alas, the day have to end as you and him strayed to the river side, watching the sun sets beautifully across the sky. which was tinged with orange-pink colours, it’s getting late now.

you gave him a smile and a wave when you’re some meters away, knowing you’d meet him — mirabel again tomorrow. he returned the favor, but the smile almost immediately disappear when you turned around. because for him it feels like this will be the last time.

ridiculous. he just need to grab all the courage he’s got and talk to you. that way there will be more possibilities. yes.

no. no he can’t — what if you don’t like him back? how about he keeps seeing you in secret like this for a bit more, disguised as mirabel? so you could know him better, and him vice versa. isn’t that a great idea? sure let’s do it.

this keep going for a week, weeks turned to months. you do noticed about the little changes and differences when you look closely, of course you do. but you choose to not say anything, only keep it as self’s suspicions.

until one day…

“mirabel! let’s meet again later tonight in our secret meet spot, there’s something i want to ask you about” you announced to your close friend, mirabel.

she blinked while give you a puzzled look, “what secret place?”

this time it’s your turn to be surprise. “that place. the one we often meet, don’t you remember?”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about” she protested, scrunching up her nose as she try to recall. although not a single memory comes up.

“it can’t be —“ that’s the moment you realised. now it all clicked… if it’s not her; then the only person who can transform into someone else, the one and only, camilo.

“y/n… you alright?” mirabel asked, touching your shoulder with concerns.

“it’s camilo, isn’t it?” you testified. catching mirabel’s wide eyes and flustered attitude. before shot her a look to spilled out everything. mirabel then sighed in defeat and told you the truth, under a fact that she really has no idea camilo kept seeing you after that day.

you listened, completely indulged by the new cognition. and when she finished, you impart her one last question and a favor.

“then, tonight. please tell him to meet me at our usual spot. don’t worry, he’ll know what i meant”

so that’s how it is. you sat in the middle of a meadow, full of variety colours of beautiful flowers. a special secret place that with only small group of people know, camilo found it first and is the one who introduced you to it.

although the way here might not be so pleasant, for it’s some distance into the forest; especially if it’s dark. like around this time. but it really worth it though, you can open-heartedly confirm on that one.

a rustle of grass behind you snapped you back from your thoughts, and you whipped around, to see him. camilo looks down at his feet while he hold his fingers in a light grip in front.

“camilo” you began, voice calm. even though it still make camilo shrunken at the sound of you voice.

before you could asked him the question he’s been scared to answer. he interrupted first saying, “you found out. i know, i’ve heard from mirabel already. i’m so sorry y/n, i didn’t mean it to turn out like this. i only wanted to see you and talk to you like i’m someone close to you because…” he paused, gulping and took a deep breath to brace himself for the next line.

“because i like you y/n. a lot. ever since the first day we met. you’re always so kind and i can’t help feeling warm and fuzzy everytime you’re around. at first i thought i only liked you as a friend, turns out it’s something much more deeper than that. and it’s love, i guess…” camilo trailed off, his ears and cheeks are dusted reddish pink colour.

you were speechless. stunned and in complete shocked by his words. did he just… confess?

“but it’s totally alright if you don’t feel the same. that’s totally understandable and i’m sorry. i —“

camilo got interrupted by a pair of arms wrapped around his torso, it took him a moment to realized that it’s you.

“i like you too camilo, all along. i just have never been brave enough to tell you. thank you camilo, you’ve no idea how glad i am to hear that” you let your emotions overcome and say everything you’ve stored since long ago.

camilo returned your hug. feeling exactly the same.

and you two stayed there for some minutes, no words exchanged. just two people relish into each other’s presence. until you pulled back to cupped his face in your hands. warm smile splayed and eyes dried happy tears.

“i know this might sound a bit cheesy but… i love you camilo”

a tender sweet kiss on your lips is enough answer you needed. the moon is grinning and the stars aglow as if they were congratulating to the new pair of lovers.

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[meltwonu]

11. “I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

22. “Mine.”

78. “I don’t care what you do just fuck me.”

notes; racer!au/street-racing!au, the smallest hint of dom!joshua, inexperienced!reader, corruption kink, road head, dirty talk! Sorry I changed it a bit from biker josh to street racing josh! Still the same concept tho hehe 😉 💕 we love a bad boy Joshua moment 🥴😌 I’m rly excited about racer au u guys 😩 altho depending on how long it takes to get thru this cycle and if I have to take any breaks, I might need to do a schedule change when it gets closer October to prep for halloween month monster fuckin fics ☠️ more on that later 💕 As always, thank you sooooooo much for requesting! enjoy! 💕

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The first time Joshua took you on a date, it was a quiet dinner at 9PM before he’d taken you to a midnight street race that he’d taken part in.

You stood by the passenger’s side; eyes wide at the way everyone swooned over him as soon as he stepped out of the driver’s seat.

‘It’s not a big deal to be honest, it’s pretty fun.’ He’d said; hand gliding through his soft hair as your mouth hung agape, ‘The biggest hurdle is not getting caught.’

He was right - the thrill of the blue and red lights chasing after the two of you down the hillside at 2AM and Joshua’s nonchalant smirk as he barreled down the road had you panties wet every time.

And tonight was no different.

This time you’d eased into the passenger’s seat of his car before the race had started; Joshua’s brow raising as you buckled your seatbelt.

“Oh? I’m surprised you wanna be in the front row this time, baby.”

You smile gently, cheeks warm as you melt at the way he looks you up and down from the driver’s seat. “Um, y-yeah, I just--I thought it’d be a different experience than always waiting for you a-at the finish line, is all…”

Your panties stick to you like a second skin as you squirm slightly in your seat and Joshua revs the car a few times before he maneuvers the car right to the starting line.

“Hmm… Is that so? ‘Cause you’ve been lookin’ at me differently all night, baby. I think there’s something else you want~”

“W-what? No--No, I haven’t!” You reply panickedly; hands gripping the seatbelt for dear life as he chuckles.

“Are you sure? Because for once it looks like you’re the one who wants to eat me up instead of the other way around… Not that I’m complaining. I think it’s cute and I’m kinda gettin’ hard already just thinkin’ about what I wanna do to you~”

From the outside, Jun saunters up to the start line as he yells for both racers to get ready - hands in the air about to start the race as you try to find the words to say.

“Are your panties all wet thinkin’ about my hand up your cute ‘lil skirt last time, hmm? Me making you cum in your panties by just touching you a little bit… Who would’ve thought you’d get off while the cops were chasing us. You’re actually such a bad girl, aren’t you?”

‘Get set, GO!’

Joshua takes off in a heartbeat as you gasp at the intense rumbling from the car; the trees all a blur as the two of you fly past them in haste.

“You know, I always wanted to try road head, if you’re up for it~”

You know you don’t have a lot of time.

“Fuck, for someone who’s never done this before, you’re so fuckin’ good at it, baby…” He mutters from above you just as you sink your mouth down around his cock - lips stretching around his thick shaft in the mildly awkward position over the center console.

But Joshua doesn’t mind and doesn’t let it distract him from the point at hand as he switches gears and barrels down the hillside even faster than he ever has before.

“Did you get wet like this every single time I brought you out here?” You hum around his cock; hollowing out your cheeks and working your mouth up and down slowly.

“Mm, I would’ve wanted this to be a ‘lil more romantic than this for your first time suckin’ my cock but I won’t complain… Your mouth feels so fuckin’ good, baby… I can’t wait to feel what your pretty ‘lil pussy feels like around my cock too.”

You clench around emptiness as you whine around his girth - suddenly feeling extremely empty as the desire to be filled by Joshua’s cock only grows stronger with each passing second he’s filling your mouth.

He drifts around a bend in the road that has you momentarily pulling off of him as you sputter and peer up at him - lips wet and covered in precum as he meets your teary eyes for a fluttering millisecond.

“You look good like that,” He grits out, “Fuck, the way I’d ruin you right now if I could.”

“J--Joshua… My--my….” He sees you from the corner of his eye as you reach a hand between your own legs; your inner thighs covered in wetness as you mewl when you run your fingertips over your soaked panties.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive, baby~ Such a bad girl sucking my cock like this and getting wet from it~”

You let out a soft cry before you’re wrapping your lips around his cock again, except this time, you keep your fingertips gliding against the wet fabric of your panties as you tease yourself in tandem with teasing him with your mouth.

“Oh, fuck…” Joshua groans, “I wanna cum down your pretty ‘lil throat~”

You rub soft circles around your clit from over your panties; the friction hardly enough for you to get off just yet. 

“Such a filthy ‘lil thing... What would all your friends think of you knowing you’re sucking my cock like this, hmm? Sucking your boyfriend’s cock in the middle of a street race while you touch yourself and try to get yourself off with my cock lodged down your throat.” He licks his lips, eyeing the finish line before checking his rear view mirror for Seokmin’s car trailing close behind. 

“This is just the beginning too~ I still have so much to show you, baby~ Especially the backseat of my car... Hah, you’d look so pretty with your legs spread wide for me while I fucked you back there~” 

His words are enough for another gush of wetness to soak into your ruined panties and all you can do in response is moan around his cock and try to take more of him down your throat as you fight your gag reflex. 

“Oh~ For the next race I think we’re going for the hill with a lot of bumps in the road... How about I have you keep a toy in that pretty ‘lil pussy and watch you lose it in the passenger’s seat of my car, hmm? I bet it’d feel so good~”

He feels his cock throbbing in your mouth the closer he gets to the finish line - in both aspects. 

But it's the way you pull off of his cock; tongue lapping at his thick girth from base to tip before you’re sucking on the head like a lollipop. 

“I don’t care what you do, just fuck me.” You groan; voice hoarse and throat stinging. “My pussy is so w-wet, Joshua... I, ah, feel s-so empty down h-here... Don’t you want to make me t-take your cock in the backseat...? I need it s-so bad...” 

Joshua's car crosses the finish line only seconds before Seokmin’s does and the cheering from the outside only lasts a few seconds before the familiar blue and red lights are swarming the hillside and he’s cursing under his breath. 

“You fuckin’ little minx. Once we’re out of sight from everyone, your pussy is mine. Got it? Mine.” 

He’s eerily quiet as you stay bent over his lap; the urge to get the two of you out of sight fueling his adrenaline as his car screeches around another bend in the road. 

“I hope you’re ready to learn what it’s like to really go for a ride, baby.”

[ltleflrt]

Hey Carrie! You talked a little the other day about writers' tendency to start a fic too early in the story, and how you see a lot of first scenes that could have been scrapped to improve the story. My question is if you have some tips to recognize while writing that first scene that you are starting too early in the story?

Hello friend!

That's a really good question, and I'll see if I can give an answer that makes sense. I am not a professional, and I'm not educated or trained in this stuff, it's just something that I recognize from years and years and years of voracious reading. And as with all writing advice, I encourage you to take what I'm going to say with a grain of salt and remember that no writing rule is a hard rule, only a guideline.

Also, my advice is going to be pertaining fanfiction, and specifically to AUs. Obviously a published book has an editor with a razor blade going through a manuscript for you, and the problems that bother me in fanfiction crop up in AUs more than Canonverse.

Oh, and every instance of "you" is general, not specific 😜

So I think the main problem that I see is that people are starting with an Info Dump. An Info Dump is not always a bad thing, sometimes it's completely necessary, but it is NOT where you want to start your story. If it absolutely has to be done, it's better to be somewhere in the middle or near the end. When it's something that your characters need to know.

That's an important bit: Do your characters need to know this?

And related to that: Does your audience need to know this for the story to make sense?

And very important follow up: If the answers to the above questions are yes, does the character/audience need to know this RIGHT NOW?

There's a lot of information about your story that YOU need to know. Heck, my notes files are full of sooooooo much stuff that I know about the characters and plot that never reaches the final product.

So when you're reading your first chapter (I say reading, not writing, because sometimes info dumping for your own benefit is good, and then you fix it before you share the story lol), ask yourself those two questions.

So for example:

In an AU where Dean is a tattoo artist, and it's his POV. The story starts with Dean driving to work, and when he gets there he's going to find out that the empty shop next door has been purchased and is going to be a yoga studio. He meets Castiel out front, up on a ladder trying to hang a hand painted sign, and some teens go running buy and knock into the ladder and Dean has to catch Castiel from falling. (Anyone who wants to adopt this idea is welcome to it btw, I would love to read this lol)

The mistake I often see in a first chapter like this is that as Dean is walking to work, there's a whole Info Dump about why he's a tattoo artist instead of a hunter. He'll be ambling along, thinking about his nice little business, and there's info about how his mom died in a fire, and his dad was a jerk, and Dean didn't go to college because he saved his money for Sammy's college fund, and Dean's only passion was art, and Bobby Singer introduced him to a tattoo shop owner who took Dean under his wing, etc.

Question 1, does your character need to know this?: Why is Dean reflecting on his past? Does Castiel need to know this information in order to build a romance with Dean?

Question 2, does your audience need to know this?: Why does this information matter? If Dean's only reflecting on this because you want to make sure your audience knows where the timeline changed and this became an AU, then you're starting too early in your story. Dean doesn't need to know this, and honestly in a lot of cases the reader doesn't need to know this. This is information that should have been left in your notes file.

Question 3, does the character/audience need to know this NOW?: If this information is pertinent to the plot, like maybe there's some trauma there that Castiel might need to know about to develop their relationship, then you don't want to put it HERE, you want to put it in a conversation with Castiel LATER.

If I was writing this AU, I would just start with Dean sipping his coffee, he's kinda tired because reasons, he looks up to see an unusual commotion, and has to drop his coffee and sprint forward to catch Cas. If he's reflecting on anything in this scene, it's going to be whatever made him tired, or how good/bad the coffee is this morning. Since Cas is a new business owner, they can talk about the origins of Dean's business on their first date, because it'll be a relevant response to Castiel talking about the origins of his yoga studio.

And just in general, if Dean's origin story includes a lot of canon elements, like mom dying in a fire, dad being a deadbeat, Sammy being the adorable overachieving Stanford student.... try to hide that info for as long as you can so that the audience is actually curious about it by the time the info might pop up. It's the wild divergences that are more interesting earlier on.

Okay, and then I want to talk about my giant pet peeve for a starting chapter. It's a specific kind of info dump, that often includes the stuff from above, but then goes a step further.

My nemesis, The Daily Grind.

I haven't asked the authors, so I could be wrong about this, but I feel like most of the time when this type of chapter is included in a story it is because the author wants to show the reader that the character's life is boring and meaningless before the plot's inciting incident. I can absolutely see why that might be considered an important detail about the character, but keep in mind if it's boring and meaningless to the character, it's boring and meaningless to your audience.

You know how I said earlier that writing tips should never be hard and fast rules? Well this is in regards to that Show Don't Tell rule, and it's an example of TOO MUCH showing lol

It is possible to do a daily grind in an interesting way, but only if you include a Shake Up right away. And you have to look at the 3 questions a little bit differently.

So for example:

Castiel POV, and he works in an office. His daily routine is to always get up at the same time every day, he goes for his run, he grooms himself, he has his breakfast, he goes to work and talks to Kelly about how Jack's doing in kindergarten for a few minutes before going into his office. Adler comes in to be a prick, Castiel hates him for it, and then he does his reports, has lunch hiding in a corner of the lunch room so that his co-workers will leave him alone, he does more reporting, leaves an hour after his shift technically ends, goes home to a lonely apartment that maybe includes a pet who is the only being that shows him affection, has an unsatisfying dinner of leftover takeout while watching a mindless reality tv show, then he goes to bed.

Ugh.

BORING.

Which, yeah I get it, the point is that his life is boring. But now the story is too, and I've clicked the back button before I can see how exciting it's capable of getting.

Question 1, does your character need to know this?: No. He knows. Poor thing definitely already knows.

Question 2, does your audience need to know this?: Yes, but...

Question 3, does the character/audience need to know this NOW?: Yes, but new question for ya:

Optional Question 4, why does this need to be separate from your plot's inciting incident? The answer to this 4th question is usually that it doesn't.

Chapter 2 of this type of beginning usually shows the shake up of Castiel's day. My advice is to start with the shakeup, and sprinkle in the details of what you would have put into chapter 1 to show the contrast. It's far more interesting to learn how boring Castiel's day is by starting with the shake up.

So, same scenario:

Castiel's alarm doesn't go off for some reason, OH NO HIS ROUTINE IS SHAKEN UP! You're explaining his routine while also stressing him the fuck out because he has to rush, or skip something that he normally needs to do. Action! Interesting! He gets to work late, and has to miss his conversation with Kelly about Jack because she's telling him that Adler's already in his office being a prick because Castiel isn't there waiting for him like he always is. Oh shit, he's pissing off his asshole boss! Conflict! He's so flustered by the shakeups that he misses something on his report, and he gets a call from that new marketing guy Dean Winchester who asks if they can have a meeting about it when Castiel normally takes his lunch. BAM! MEET CUTE OPPORTUNITY! While Castiel is getting all flustered by how pretty Dean is while they talk about TPS reports, he can reflect on how this is both better and worse than hiding from his co-workers in the corner of the lunch room. The rest of the day after that meeting he's thinking about how weird this day is, he still goes home an hour late, he talks to his pet about his weird day when he gets home, and maybe he still eats leftover takeout, but he's not paying attention to the reality tv show because holy shit he wants to count Dean's freckles.

In this example, you're Telling the audience about Castiel's normal routine instead of Showing them. But since it's during a plot heavy chapter, it works!

Lemme see if I can TL:DR this...

As you're reading, ask yourself who needs to know this information, why do they need to know this information, and why is it important for this information to be included early instead of later?

If the answer to any of those questions boils down to "this is backstory" instead of "this kicks off the plot", then you've started too early.

I hope this helps? I'm always nervous about giving writing advice because so much of the time I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm just feeling around in the dark. And I definitely do not ever want to hurt an author's feelings, because this hobby is so fucking hard, and we're all fragile. Even authors who welcome con-crit with open arms will have a weak point that they're unaware of that might get poked wrong and cause a crack, ya know?

I hope anyone who gets this far who might see their own works reflected in my examples understands that I have a lot of respect for their ability to put their work out into the world, and I want them to keep doing it. We're here to have fun, okay? Okay. I love y'all 💜

[bitchassbucky]

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📎Word Count: 1.9k

📎Warning/s: smut! MINORS DNI. toxic relationship dynamics <3 facefucking, sloppy blowjob, facial (not the skincare one), spitting in mouth, biting?, name calling, cheating/affair (bucky cheats), mean!bucky ig, toxic & manipulative!reader (she coerces bucky into cheating... so), alcohol mention, very very very brief sam x reader was mentioned

📎A/N: this was supposed to be a quick drabble but the fic practically wrote itself sooooooo @babyboibucky @sarge-barnes-sir @borikenlove this one’s for my hoes 💛✨

📎reblogs & comments are always welcomed!

📎Masterlist || Ask || AFTERDARK

The stage lit up as the band finished with a flourish. A roar of cheers and applause vibrates through the entire room, breaking the sweaty and the smoky atmosphere of the bar.

Patrons milled around with their drinks in hand. Drunk people leaning over walls and stools, waiting for their friends to come find them.

Your black-rimmed eyes scanned the room for a viable option. You slowly gaze upon the sea of bar-goers, picking out the best of the bunch.

The girl in a pleated skirt? Still giggling with her friends.

What about the man who’s been eye-fucking you since you got here? Too desperate.

There’s someone leaning over at the edge of the room, but they’re too tall for your liking.

You finished your drink with a sharp gulp, already walking towards the bar for a refill when someone caught your eye.

He looked like a sore thumb sticking out of the crowd. His hair was cropped short, a bit frazzled. A fair shade of stubble showered his sharp jaw, lining over his pink lips.

A smirk played on your painted lips, signaling the bartender for two drinks.

“Hey Sam,” you practically purred. A handsome man tending the bar leans closer to you, bringing forth a couple of shot glasses.

“It’s on the house,” Sam said, sliding a neat square of napkins over your side before placing the drink.

You tilt your head that way and smiled in lieu of thanking. A clink—half a second later, you put the empty glass facing downwards.

“Who’s the new guy?” A genuine question. The subject of the conversation sits patiently behind you, checking his phone periodically.

“A friend,” Sam carefully approaches your question, “he’s dating another friend of mine.” Sam already knows what your game is and how... unstoppable you are, for the lack of a better word.

“Well, that didn’t stop us before, did it?”

Looking over your shoulder, you meet his gaze, beckoning him to join you and Sam by the bar.

“Hey man, what can I get ‘ya?” Sam asked his friend, laying another napkin on his end.

“Just a beer, thanks.” He’s short with words. His steely eyes darting everywhere but you.

“What’s your name?” Now you’re scooting closer, even playing up a stumble when the man behind you roared a boisterous laughter.

He then looks at you, finally, albeit hesitant, “I’m Bucky—are you okay?”

You let a small giggle out, playing coy, “Yes, Bucky, I’m okay.” You stick your hand out, a couple of silver and tungsten rings adorning your fingers.

“Nice to meet you...” Bucky prompted, his large hand engulfing yours.

“Sam’s...friend.”

“Right,” he said, letting go of your hand after a firm shake, “‘m just waiting for my girlfriend.”

Sam already moved away from your area, serving a group of girls by the far end of the bar.

“He always does that,” you pointed out. A shared tidbit of mutual interest. Bucky was close enough to get a whiff of his musky cologne. A sliver of necklace hiding beneath his black shirt.

“Yeah, that’s how I actually met him.” It was unprovoked, what he said, but you kept the conversation going.

“You were with a group of drunk girls?” Your quip made him look at you with a playfully defeated smirk, his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip. An act that made your thighs clench from under you.

“No, no. Well—he thought that I was some girl’s boyfriend and he gave me a free drink to ‘apologize.’”

You bring up your best laugh, flicking your hair off your shoulder. Exposing your jewelry-adorned neck to him. He gazed down to your chest before clearing his throat.

He was nervous, you—hell, anyone—could tell. His hands were stuffed in his pants, he fidgets by shifting his weight back and forth on his left foot.

“Are you okay?” You looked up at him through your lashes, you were already a mere half a-foot away from him.

Bucky ran his hand through his hair impatiently, checking his phone again. Still no texts. “Yeah—yeah, I’m fine. My girlfriend’s just taking too long.”

You shot Sam a look before putting your hand on Bucky’s chest, “I know a place where you could wait. It’s quieter in there, you could call her.” Your tone was hopeful—a mutual acquaintance helping out a friend.

Before he knows it, Bucky’s hand was in yours as you guide him through the crowd and into a dimly lit hallway.

The wall was decorated with posters and stickers; pictures of patrons and banned people too.

“In here.” You opened a door, flicking a light switch before fully opening the way to let Bucky through. “This is a rehearsal room, the walls are lined with foam so any noise is filtered—can’t really go in and out.”

The old couch on the back was surprisingly clean and comfy, Bucky settled there as you rummaged around the mini-fridge for another drink.

“Beer?” That wasn’t really a question as you pass him a cold can, sitting down beside him.

He huffed, deft fingers dancing over the screen as he composed a longer text, “she always does this. It’s fucking annoying.”

Like the good friend you are, you scooted over to him, laying a soft hand over his shoulder for comfort.

“Hey, it’s fine. She’s just probably held up right now,” you cooed, a sweet little thing. You take a sip of a drink as he does so.

You give his broad shoulder a brief squeeze and made a face, “you’re really tense, man.”

Comically, he relaxes, letting out a breathless chuckle that sent your core fluttering. “‘m sorry. It’s just—this is our first night out in a long while.”

You hum inquisitively, propping up an arm on the backrest, “have you guys been together long?”

A beat passes before you backtracked.

“Sorry, I haven’t been in a long relationship...” You trailed off, tucking a piece of stray hair behind your pierced ear. You tentatively took another gulp of your drink, your cheeks heating up.

“No, it’s okay. We’ve been together for like, maybe three years, or so?” Bucky looks at you. God, it’s like he’s trying to read you before curating his answers. “Been a long time too.”

“Anything adventurous happening?” You teased him, Bucky’s visibly more relaxed now.

“No, nothing adventurous.” He confessed - an unknown reaction washes over his face as he says it.

“I may or may not know a thing or two on how to make your relationship more exciting.”

“Really? Is that so?” Bucky’s voice dropped a couple of octaves, sending shivers down your spine. He leans over then, getting closer to your face until his face is merely inches away from you.

“Bucky,” you breathe out. Your hands flat against his chest.

He blinks—once, twice.

“Oh, fuck. Sorry—shit, I’m sorry. I- I shouldn’t be here. I’m gonna go—“ His whole demeanor changed. Bucky stands up, straightening his pants and shirt before looking down at you, still seated on the couch.

He was just three steps away from the door when you slot yourself between him and his way, “where do you think you’re going?”

“Outside. Outside, I’m gonna wait for my girlfriend outside.” He’s rambling, his ears are going red. A thin sheet of sweat glistening over his forehead.

Closing the gap between you and him, you lay a hand against his chest, over his heart. “Do I make you nervous?”

Bucky stammers out a broken ‘no.’

“No? Why’s your heart beating so fast, then?”

You reached up to his nape, pushing him down to your height to kiss him hard. He didn’t push you away yet, his hands are gripping your arms for purchase. His fingers digging in the flesh of your shoulders. It’s sure to be bruised come morning.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed out as you pull away. His lips shining and swollen, “what did you do?”

“Something thrilling, really.”

Bucky didn’t know how you got on your knees, tugging his black jeans down along with his boxer briefs in a desperate manner.

“God, I knew you were packing.”

His cheeks heat up even more as you palm him, his length hot and heavy against your hand. You lean in and nipped his thigh, your sharp teeth digging into his skin.

Bucky couldn’t help himself but to hiss and slap you across the face, “don’t fucking bite me.”

He expected you to look up at him with tears in your eyes, what he wasn’t expecting is you looking up with mischief and joy glinting in your eyes as you bite him again—harder this time, “God, fuck—you slut!”

Bucky saw red and grabbed you roughly by your jaw, squeezing your mouth open, “you want me so fuckin’ bad, you’re marking me, aren’t you, huh? Such a fucking slut, look at you.”

He squeezes harder, prying your mouth open as he missed your mouth with his spit, “open your mouth—fucking open!”

You obliged, your knees scraping raw as you kneel before Bucky. You feel his spit drip down your chin, the first time he missed. The second one slid down your tongue, prompting him to forcefully tap your cheek close as you swallow.

His angry cock stood dripping with precum; prominent veins making themselves known. You scoot closer, licking his balls up to the crown of his head which earns you a grunt.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Bucky orders. He wastes no time in bunching your hair up in his fist, slapping your swollen lips and cheek with his cock. “This better than your gloss, yeah? Hmm, yeah, ‘course it is.”

Bucky squeezes your mouth again, pushing his thick cock past your lips, your warmth engulfing all of him at once. “No reflex? My god, you’ve been here before, haven’t ‘ya?”

His presumptions were proven wrong when he started to pump in and out of your mouth. You gagged and choked, your throat constricting around his head every time he hits the back. “In and out through the nose, hmm? Yeah, c’mon. You can do it, bitch.”

Once you got past your reflex and relaxing your throat, Bucky took advantage and sped up. His balls slapping your chin when he thrusts in. The neckline of your shirt wet with spit and drool as he continues to fuck your mouth like he owns it.

You hum as you feel Bucky’s cock throb in your mouth.

“Yeah, yeah—fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

Another set of rough thrusts, Bucky pulls out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air. He strokes his girth with his hand, with you licking the angry crown of his length. Ropes of cum spurt out, painting a good portion of your face milky white. You managed to swallow it, catching some in your abused mouth.

He stands tall above you, catching his breath as he tucks himself into his pants once more. “The fuck did I just do?”

“Something adventurous.” You smirk, standing up on your own, wiping your face with the inside of your shirt.

Bucky pats down his pocket for his phone, landing his gaze on the couch to look for it. He saunters over, looking for any texts from his girlfriend.

“You know, I’m doubting you even have a girlfriend,” You let out a sharp quip as you smooth your hair down, drinking the rest of your beer.

“Shut the fuck up.” Bucky retorts, stuffing his phone down his back pocket. Before strutting over a desk and scribbling something.

“What? You came on my face and I can’t say shit?”

He tosses you a piece of paper, catching it on your hand. Bucky gives you a reluctant look before turning the doorknob, leaving you alone in the room.

You unfold the paper then, ‘call me when you’re feeling adventurous’ it says, along with his phone number.

[x-reader-theater]

Hotch x male reader where reader is a psychologist at an asylum but went to an old abandoned one to check what all needed to be redone to be rebuilt and the team's unsub was actually there? And when the team gets there, they find the reader having a conversation with the unsub and reader has the unsub's weapon behind them. So kinda like angst when Hotch thinks of all the negative possibilities and fluff afterwards? totally get if you dont wanna do this, have a nice day

Omg this was sooooooo much fun! I hope this is good! Edited by @mystic-writes

Gif by @hqtchner

You sigh as you enter the abandoned asylum. You had plans to work with local organizations to remodel it into a beautiful read facility with everything everyone could need. The building itself, while dilapidated and in ruin, was still a beautiful building and could be made even more beautiful when remade.

When you step inside, you can see the old graffiti immediately, but you also notice old, out of date medical equipment in here. Probably used for the ghost tours and shows that liked to come through here. You know there hasn't been one in a few years, and the city isn't making as much money anymore. Hence why they're considering the rehab facility.

You know it's not usually your job to do this, but you lived next to this building for most of your pre-adult life and you would tell all kinds of ridiculous ghost stories about it, but you've never been inside. You were too young for the ghost tours and you weren't one to break into places that were off limits. Until now, of course.

You stop though when you enter a room, and see someone. A man. He's hunched over something and you make a shuffling sound to make sure he's not scared.

He gets up quickly and turns around, scared.

You smile kindly at him. "Hi! I'm really hoping you're not a cop right now because I'm not really supposed to be here," you say with a nervous laugh.

The man shakes his head. "No. No. Not a cop. Not a cop."

You smile again. "Good. I'm glad. Because technically I should have talked to the city before coming here, but, well, guess I'm a rule breaker too, huh?" you ask with a wink.

The man nods, but looks away from you. You turn and see a newer looking, plastic table with some things laid out on it. Pictures, a digital camera, and a knife. You frown, but don't comment on it.

–

Hotch walks silently into the asylum, the swat team behind him, gun in hand, as they move quietly through the halls. He hears talking and motions for the team to follow him. They all lean against the wall by the door, but don't enter yet, because there's two voices in there.

And Hotch knows one of them; yours.

–

"So! How long have you been coming here? You seem to be pretty well set up," you say and the man nods but he's not looking at you.

"A while. A while. My mother used to be here. She-she would let me visit her, said that if I wasn't careful I could end up in this place one day. When she died and it closed down, I couldn't stop coming here. This is where the final memory of my mother is," he explains and you not, clasping your hands behind your back.

The man turns around. "I see. Well, unless you do drugs and want to stop, you won't be in here ever really."

The man frowns at you. "What do you mean?" he asks.

You shrug. "This place is getting remodeled by the city, going to be turned into a drug rehabilitation center for those that want to get clean. It won't be people here who don't want to be here, and will hopefully help the homeless as well," you explain. "We plan on having a couple people here to help with job finding, writing resumes and cover letters, and finding affordable housing for them once they have their job. It took a couple of years, but we finally convinced the city that it would help them."

"That sounds nice," the man says quietly. You smile, but it falls with what he says next. "But I can't let you do that."

"Why?" You ask, putting your hands on the table and leaning slightly.

His eyes flick to the table, and to your hands, which are very close to the knife.

"I can't!" He exclaims and starts charging towards you.

A shot rings out and you stumble back, into the wall, slipping to the ground as you do so. Underneath the table you see the man groaning and holding his shoulder as some heavily armed men storm in and pin him to the ground.

"[Y/N]?"

You look up in shock as you hear your boyfriend, Aaron, say your name. "Honey? What are you doing here?" You ask.

He bends down in front of you and you lean over, hugging him right. "I could ask you the same thing," he says, breathlessly.

You pull away from him and hold his shoulders, before breathing out a laugh and saying, "Holy shit."

He laughs as well. "Yeah."

[wheeler-beretta-harwood]

You know this was coming sweet tits!

Oh I forget to mention in the questions but the majority of these all about my favorite story in the world meant to be 💚💜💙🧡❤️

1 Did your Cash Story idea just appear in your head or did you want to write a Cash story and than the idea came to you?

2 What does your planning/outline look like? And how long did you plan before beginning to write?

3 What has been your favorite part to write so far?

4 Will you be upset or happy when you post your last chapter?

5 How much do you relate to the main charter?

6 What part has been your least favorite to write so far?

7 when do you do the majority of your writing and where.

8 What was one of the most surprising things you learned about yourself while writing.

9 Any advice for people who want to start writing fanfiction or writers who want to improve their writing.

10. Do you have any ideas for your next story yet?

Okay, it is 6 am, Forbidden Door is tonight, and I am in Cash Mode (as usual)...I am REALLY excited to answer these!

1. To be honest, I can't really remember. Before I started writing, I've looked for Cash fanfics (I'm not sure if anyone has noticed yet, but I am a bit in love with the man), and there were...not many, even when I searched for Dash Wilder. Still, not a lot going on, and mostly smut. Then, "Weirdo" lived in my head for several weeks before I wrote it down. And I'm gonna tell you this now, everyone who likes Meant To Be (including myself) owes it to @elefrog25-blog. One of my first followers, the very first one to reblog, and the first one to ever leave a comment on my writing, for Weirdo. This encouraged me so much, because I thought 'Hey, maybe I'm not so bad after all. Maybe I should keep going.' And then came Meant To Be. I remember thinking there are not enough stories for him, so I decided to fill the void. It is always funny to me when some people say they like my Cash stories the most because, well, there are not many other options. You just have to live with what I come up with. 🤷🏼‍♀️

2. I'm gonna tell you a little secret. Before I started, I did an 'outline' that looked like this: 20 Chapters. (I wanted it to be long, but was afraid if I put a higher number, I'd get scared and just don't start writing.) 1-5: getting to know each other, relationship stuff (kiss, lovey dovey), 5-10: she becomes a part of the Pinnacle, is on TV, 10-15: something dramatic happens (not gonna tell you what, because I am still debating with myself if it'll happen or not), 15-20: happy ending, return to TV.

That's it. And I did not stick to it at all. It didn't make sense for the Reader to be in the Pinnacle, she never was a wrestler. I took way longer just for the first kiss. After that, I did no more outline... everything just lives in my head now. And I honestly think this is better. At least, for me.

3. The first chapter was a lot of fun because the whole time, I was like "Fuck Yeah, you're really doing it!" But I think the chapter I enjoyed writing most was the fifth, the one with the brother's suicide. Because that was the one where I thought I wanted this to not just be lovey dovey shit, I wanted this to be serious as well. With an actual story, not just "they were so in love, so they did this. Then they were even more in love, and did that". It was also the one chapter that was defining in a way because I didn't know if ya'll wanted potential drama. Luckily, you did. Noone sent me a nasty comment or anything.

4. I will be sooooooo upset. Meant To Be is all consuming for me. It lives in my head day and night. I sit at work and think about what could and should be. I lay in bed and think about it. I drive and think about it. I fear I'll feel empty once everything's said and done.

5. First chapter, that is me. 100%. Rock music, socially awkward, a loner, reading. That. Is. Me. And then it changed. I don't know how that went down, but it changed. She's bold, like I would've never kissed Cash first. He'd have to initiate it or it would've been the end of the story. No kiss ever.

That being said, I still throw a bit of myself in there. The book Cash gets for his birthday IS my favorite book. When they're in the mall, she drinks a milkshake because I love them. That kind of stuff is still me, and the readers might not notice these things, but I smile while writing them down. So no harm done, right?

6. Thirteen, the fight. Because the readers might have read that once and were a bit upset, but I have been fighting with Cash for a week in my head. Over and over again, until it made all sense and was leading into the direction I wanted it to. In the first version of the fight, reader didn't leave, they talked it out right there. Wasn't bad enough for my liking, so I started the fight in my head again. When I got to the point of writing it down, I was already exhausted.

Then, I am re-reading all my stuff a few times, tweaking it a bit if necessary. I did that here as well. Make Cash so angry he actually cries. Would any sane person react like this or that? No, it would be said like this (minor change, re-reading again.) Yes, better now. But bad enough yet?

That's what I'm doing...and the fight got to me.

7. I write most of my stuff really early or late at night. When it's early, I am sitting at the dining table to write, when it's late, I am in bed. That is for Meant To Be. For everything else: any place, any time. I have brought my tablet to work, and wrote in my 15 minute breaks. I'm sitting in our garden, watching our dogs goof around and something comes to my mind, I'll write it down on my phone. Anywhere, anytime.

8. As you know, best girl, I am kind of old and almost middle-aged, and I tend to forget things. Not for Meant To Be. I remember every detail. So I learned that me forgetting things is not because of my age, but because I am not invested enough. I simply don't care. Which is both relieving and quite disturbing. Mostly relieving though. Other than that, I don't think I have learned much about myself.

Oh no, wait, I have learned one more thing. I don't like to call wrestlers by their real name. I actually did that in the first one shot because I like it when other people do it. And then I felt weird about it. I don't know Daniel, I only ever get to see Cash. Even though I feel they are basically the same person, I just don't know for sure. So I write for Cash. Not Daniel. Even though Cash is a strange name and you can't have any progress with it. (Just imagine meeting Daniel, who becomes Dan over time because you get to know and like him, and then he turns into Danny when it's just the two of you...I love that kind of storytelling. And I can't do it with 'Cash')

9. Just start writing. Start with one shots because they are easier, less planning or backreferencing. Just some fun short stories. I'm not sure how other people do it, but I daydream a lot. That's where the ideas come from, but if you can't think of anything, use prompt lists if you need inspiration. I haven't used any (I'm not sure if it is the right thing for me), but some are really amazing. Write for characters you know and like, it makes everything easier and your writing will be better for them. Don't push yourself too hard. If you're stuck, you're stuck. Take a break, because nothing great will come out of it when you have to force it. Ask your favorite writers for advice, they are nice people and happy to support, at least that was the case when I asked for help. Oh, and read your stuff before you post it, because sometimes it sounded good in your head, but it does not 'on paper'.

For longer stories...know your shit, but don't try to write a biography for the wrestler you want to write for. And interlink your chapters, do some foreshadowing, bring back little details when they make sense.

Let me try to explain the first part a little better. I think Meant To Be works for me, because I have watched and read almost every interview with Cash there is. I just know little random facts about him. And I am one petty bitch. Like when his brother called him in Chapter 13, I was almost 100% sure he has a brother called James, and he calls him Jay. He mentioned that in his podcast with Renée. But I wasn't totally certain. So I looked it up again, found the bit where he talked about him. Turns out I was right, but I needed to know for sure. I don't even know if anyone notices these things, but they matter to me. But, I am not part of his life, so I only know what he let's us fans know.

Do I know that his stepfather was an ass and he basically ran away from home? Yes, because he said that.

Do I know if there was any domestic violence? No, because he didn't say that. That is my 'artistic freedom'. It makes sense to me, so I wrote it.

(Edit: I'd also like to say, because that is one thing someone has complained about. In my opinion, the book club meetings are not OOC, Cash said in UpUpDownDown that he loved reading as a kid, and is a Harry Potter fan. So I don't think it's out of place. Extra Bonus for me: he also said that he had read 'A Tale of Two Cities' and enjoyed it. Which is the book the reader has in chapter 1. So joke's on you, anon, whoever you are. 😏)

10. For one shots? Yes. Many. For a longer story? No. And I am not sure if there will be another multi chapter story. Ever. Because I know no one else as well as Cash. Kenny might be my number 2, but I have no desire for writing a longer story about him. Maybe Trent, but I do not know enough about him (yet). But there isn't any story planned in the near future. It's just Meant To Be right now.

[theinfinitybucky]

Undercovers (Bucky Barnes x Reader) - Part Five

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are on an undercover mission as husband and wife, but she hates him and by accident begins a game of “Who Can Fake Better”.

Warnings: very brief nudity, cannon typical violence, minors not allowed to interact!!!

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

You woke up the next morning hating yourself for every bit of what you had let Bucky do the night before. The regret panging through your chest was nearly unbearable. You sighed and pulled the white shirt off the floor to slip on over your bare chest. With feet hitting the cold marble floor of the hotel room, you walked to the bathroom.

Bucky was still passed out in the bed, taking in deep breaths as he slept. The man looked remarkedly peaceful for what you had done the night before. Right now, he was winning the game. What he had willfully manipulated you into doing was unspeakable. Even worse, what would the team say when they found out about what happened during this mission.

This was all Steve’s fault. He had forced you into this “situation” and not stopped it when another twist came. It had to be this with the target or his men watching the hotel room. That didn’t make this any easier. It was difficult to admit that you might actually enjoy Bucky’s presence. His rare smile. The way he kissed you like nothing else was left in the world but your lips.

Would it really be that bad if you liked him?

You brushed off the tough thought and began to brush your teeth. You met your own gaze in the mirror and shuddered with self-hatred. He hadn’t forced you into it. By the time the two of you were back in the hotel room, it felt right. The lingering regret was all about how you could go back to hating him.

“You okay, Sarah?” Bucky stood in the doorway, fully clothed unlike the last night.

You looked back at him and nodded. A wordless response. He could tell by the regret in your eyes and determined that it would be best to not push the boundaries that were being set. After getting ready for the morning in silence, both of you were discreetly slipping your gun into the blazer pocket when another text rang from Steve. A reminder to not forget about the meeting where you would be seeing the target today.

You would be going into separate meetings for the first two sessions then rejoining each other for lunch at the same table as the previous night. This was an unexpected moment to breathe after last night. The plan originally had you together in the sessions, yet this made more sense after the change in your job description.

           After the two slow sessions, you met for lunch. Taking a seat at the table where you had sat last night, Marcus was already sitting when you arrived. It took to seconds to recognize who was with him, Eric Miller. This was concerning at best. A total nightmare at worst. Bucky, where are you?

           Almost as if you had called him, he appeared behind you. You hated how he could appear out of nowhere without a sound being made. You glanced up to him from the chair you were seated in. You glanced to Eric Miller which received a tiny nod from Bucky. This was where things began to get dirty. Would you risk taking Eric and Marcus down in a room full of people or wait until the meeting time later. Or had they already exchanged the codes and doom was only impending.

           The lunch dragged on forever with white lies being told back and forth between you and Marcus. No intel was gained after the hour-long lunch. It was almost as if they were playing with you and Bucky. An uneasiness continued to settle into your chest. Something was off here. It was only an hour before the codes were “supposedly” being exchanged in the hotel parking lot.

           When 1:00 pm came, Marcus and Eric both excused themselves as if they were on a timer. You waited for them to be out of earshot. They both exited through the tall conference room doors.  Things were about to get messy.

           “I think I left something in the car, Chris.” You took Bucky’s hand and murmured. His eyes locked with your own. He inferred exactly what you were saying. Truly, you had been dropped off and there was no car in the parking lot. This was only a ploy to get you out of the next session and into the parking lot where the codes were being exchanged.

           “I’ll come with you.”

           You both got up out of your respective chairs and headed towards the parking lot. You were too far behind Marcus and Eric. You broke into a running pace with Bucky right on your heels. This could be too late already. You drew your gun and headed out the door. The hotel security guards were right behind you. Great… only making this more difficult.

           Bucky ignored the presences as they called to the both of you.

           Marcus and Eric stood by a black SUV. Marcus was taking a suitcase from Eric when you approached them. Marcus took the suitcase and Eric drew a gun quickly. Your blood ran cold. He didn’t even waste a second and fired a shot at you. Bucky jumped in front of you and blocked the bullet with his vibranium arm. It ricocheted off and hit the SUV with a metallic ping.

           You didn’t take a chance and shot Eric in the knee without a second thought. Marcus dropped the suitcase and raised a gun in one swift movement. Bucky fired towards Marcus, but missed by about two inches when he dodged it. You ducked behind a random white sedan as another shot came towards you. The security guards began encroaching in with their own guns drawn. Breathing heavily, Bucky yelled to the security guards to back off and listed off credentials.

           As he was distracted, you noticed Eric moving. His gun was too close to him from when he had fallen. You stepped toward him to disarm the man. You weren’t fast enough to get there before he would shoot you. The next moment shocked you. He didn’t aim for you. He aimed for Bucky who was not ready for a bullet. As if in slow motion, the gun fired. You screamed and jumped to take it. You were expecting it. He wasn’t. You could make it miss vital organs. You moved in front of Bucky and it hit your shoulder. The bullet lodged underneath your clavicle. You yelled in pain and fell to the ground. Everything went red for a few seconds… Then black. 

_______

           “What the hell happened?” Sam asked as he entered the waiting room where Bucky with his head in his hands. His face was red as if he’d been crying. His clothes were tattered. Dust and ripped holes scattered the fabric from his altercation with Eric and Marcus after Y/N got shot. Y/N had been in surgery for thirty minutes where they were pulling the bullet out of Y/N’s chest.

           Sam tried to push his anger down with in him.

           “You were supposed to protect her!” Sam grunted.

           “The hotel security got involved.” Bucky tried to explain. “They-.”

           “She still has a bullet in her!”

           Bucky went still. He knew that this was all his fault. Y/N had jumped in front of a bullet to save him. He’d noticed it the moment the guards tried to disarm him. The bullet hit Y/N’s chest and he was left to take down four people. He went into semi-Winter Soldier mode when you were shot. It brought out a rage in him that he hadn’t felt in a long time. This was all supposed to be a game. It wasn’t a game anymore.

           Your eyes opened slowly. You looked to your left and saw Bucky asleep in a chair next to you. A sharp pain radiated through your shoulder where the bullet had ripped through your skin. An IV was hooked up to your left arm. You shifted in the bed. Bucky’s eyes fluttered open.

           “Y/N!” He gasped. “I’ll go get a doctor.”

           “No, I’m okay.”

           “You nearly died.”

           “One bullet isn’t nearly dying, Bucky. You of all people should know that.” You smirked. “Where are Steve and Sam? I know you’re not here alone.”

           A bit of what Bucky thought was distain gleamed through your tone.

           “They are downstairs getting some food.” He muttered.

           “Oh, oka-.” You were about to continue when Bucky interrupted you.

           “Why’d you do it, Y/N?” He paused for an infinite moment. “I’m awful to you.”

You thought about it for a moment. Did you save him because you might actually love him after the mission? You may have regretted the sex. Was it because you thought it was just for show? Or because you truly liked him and wanted it to be something more.

“I would never let anyone die. You might drive me insane, but I see that there is good in you."

Bucky took in the words for a second then leaned over the guard rail of the hospital bed. He caught your eyes and noticed you weren’t pulling away. He lips fell onto yours. The kiss was gentler than what you had shared in the hotel room and on the dance floor. His lips formed over your own and your tongues collided. He moved together as he carefully avoided your shoulder. Bucky laced his fingers in your hair.

You heard a gasp and pulled apart to see Steve and Sam standing in the doorway with cups of coffee.

Sam chuckled, “Told you it would work.”

Thank you for reading. This is the last part in this series and I enjoyed writing it sooooooo much <3 Please give a like, reply, follow or reblog for more content in the future. Also, you can request to be added to the tag list! I also am taking one shot requests go ahead and  send your idea in to see it brought to life!

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[tainted-wine]

Sooooooo, I wanted to your know take on Hawks taking pictures during any kind of spicy encounter? I've read it in Yandere settings but why not just a dirty boyfriend who loves the shy faces his innocent f s/o makes🥴😈🥴😈

(Oh look, another thirstpost that evolved into a ficlet. This accidentally strayed from your idea a bit, I hope you don’t mind! I just love it when shy readers enjoy having filthy stuff done to them alright? Let’s pretend this is the same one that licked his ass)

Ha I love this! And I want to take it up a notch and say that s/o is also the type that’s too shy to make eye contact during most of the sex. His camera is capturing your sweaty face as he fingers you, snapping a pic every time your lips part to make that sexy gasp when his thumb presses against your clit.

“Come on, baby. Don’t you wanna smile for the camera?”

You never cooperate, which he doesn’t mind at all. The more embarrassed, the cuter. It’s easy to take advantage of the fact that you always keep your eyes closed. He can surprise you with moves that you don’t see coming, allowing the phone that’s floating on his feathers to catch your shocked reaction.

It’s a mix of Hawks praising you and also being a naughty bastard. You’re just the most precious thing he’s ever seen and he wants to be able to look at that beautiful O-face whenever he can. Don’t worry about him ever sharing the pics; no way in hell is he ever gonna let others see you like this.

One sleepless night, when you’re finishing a text chat with your devious boyfriend and wishing him a good night, he sends you an unexpected message.

Hawks: These might help you sleep. You never take the time to enjoy the view when we fuck. So I did you some favors ;)

All of a sudden, several videos are being loaded onto your phone and holy fucking shit.

Hawks has been doing more than snapping photos. He’s been recording you in the heat of the moment as well. There are several clips and they all nearly give you a heart attack.

One is shown from his perspective, his sharp thrusts making you rock into the mattress, small whimpers escaping your mouth. Hearing yourself like that is making your face so damn hot, and it gets even hotter when the angle pans down to show his dick sliding in and out of your pussy.

This was not going to help you sleep. Instead you feel an all too familiar throb down below.

The next video seems to be taken from the same moment, but this time it’s from the bottom, and you’re given the amazing view of Hawks right over you. His face is flushed with an open-mouthed grin that didn’t falter from the moans slipping past his lips. It’s only when he cums that he finally loses it, those golden irises rolling back before his eyes close, and his mouth hangs open as he releases loud choked whines.

He looks fucking amazing. How have you deprived yourself of this for so long? 

Another clip loads. It’s from the night when Hawks convinced you to have your mouth fucked. He really filmed that?! The phone seems to be floating beside your face, giving you a nice view of his cock sliding past your lips. Your eyes are closed as they always are, flinching when he nearly hits the back of your throat.

The throbbing has gotten impossible to ignore. A hand reaches down to your damp cunt, a part of you feeling mortified at how aroused you are from watching yourself like this.

Your fingers pump in and out at the same speed as Hawks’s dick in the video. It was the filthiest thing you’ve ever witnessed, watching him stretch your cheeks from inside, listening to your own wet gurgles that get even sloppier by the second, your hands tightly gripping his ass while he humps your face.

You always had trouble looking at something as simple as his face during the actual act, so why couldn’t you look away now even if you tried?

With a few more rather violent thrusts (but you still remember how each one only turned you on more), he cums with a damn snarl. The very sound of your hungry gulps as his cream flows down your throat nearly brings you to the edge. Just a little more, a few more rubs to your clit should do it...

But then the fourth and final video plays right after the previous one, and just when you thought things couldn’t get any more embarrassing and exhilarating, you see Hawks’s head happily nestled between your legs. You can’t believe just how much your boyfriend has gotten away with simply because you refused to keep your eyes open during sex.

Well now, for the first time, you were making eye contact with him. He was looking intently at the camera as he ate you out, predatory eyes piercing right through the screen and into you.

You slow down your fingers; you want this to last just a little longer. You want to cum to the thought of his tongue.

You can hear your other self moan behind the camera, thighs twitching on his shoulders. His head bobs gently as he licks and sucks at you, occasionally closing his eyes and moaning, as if your taste alone was orgasmic. Your fingers keep on rubbing, slowing down whenever you feel like you’re right at the peak.

Hawks suddenly takes your thighs and pushes them toward your chest, your ass now slightly lifted off the bed.The camera is moving closer, closer to Hawks’s face buried in your pussy and oh god...with this new position, you get a very close and personal view of his mouth working at your cunt.

You can hear the wetness of his tongue when it moves to part your glistening folds. Your juices stick to his mouth in thin strands, such detail making your escalating pleasure impossible to hold back any longer.

You couldn’t look away. Your own moans blended with the ones in the video as he kissed your pussy deeply, the vulgar sounds even louder than before. His face was becoming drenched with your slick. All it took was another sharp glance at the camera before closing his lips around your clit to finally make you burst.

You wanted to keep watching through your crushing orgasm, but the white hot pleasure forces your eyes shut. The sound of you cumming as well in the video makes it all the more intense, Hawks growling as he tries to hold you down and drink up your steady flow.

The video ends, and you want to both curse and thank him for recording these without you knowing. You noticed that there was another text sent to you just a few minutes after the clips.

Hawks: You’re already getting off to this, aren’t you? Don’t worry, shy bird. I’ll make sure to send you more in the future~

[btsslowburnfic]

The Arrangement Ch. 19

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: After the photoshoot you and Yoongi decompress

Previous Chapter here  AN: SO FLUFFY UGH

You slunk back to the elevator and just stood there for a second. What a weird day. You pulled out your phone to double check your work schedule and saw a message from Yoongi.

YG: I ordered pizza.

You smiled. 

YN: Oh yeah? Did you order enough to share? 

YG: *Eyeroll* 

YN: :D Where is this food? Apartment? Studio?

YG: Apartment. Photoshoots wear me out.

You pushed the button for the 18th floor. Other people got on and off as you made your way there; it was the end of the work day for most of the hourly staff. You finally arrived at your stop and headed left.

You opened the door and took off your shoes, immediately noticing the delicious odor of bread and hot cheese filling the air. You had been running around all day and just now realized, other than a few carrots, you hadn't eaten today. 

"Oh my God thank you so much." You declared as you walked into the kitchen. You eyed the box sitting on the counter and looked around for Yoongi. “Helllooooooo?”

“Good. I’m starving.” You saw him rise up like a reanimated corpse from the couch.

“You didn’t have to wait on me.” You reprimanded, even though you thought it was incredibly thoughtful. Yoongi just shrugged and walked into the kitchen.

You opened the box and handed him a plate. 

“I have no idea if you ‘ll like this.” He said as he took some pieces.

“I like food. My favorite food is the food in front of me.” You took the plate over to the table, going back for some water.

Yoongi followed suit, quieter than normal. 

“You ok?” You asked.

“Yeah, just tired. Photoshoots take so much more energy.” He collapsed down into the chair. 

The air was filled for silence for several minutes as the two of you stuffed your faces. Finally, you worked up the nerve to ask, “Sooooooo…...did you know Bongcha was asking you out or are you oblivious?”

Yoongi looked up, shaking the bangs out of his face. “I knew. But what should I say to her? "No I don’t want to go out with you" and ruin her day? Upset her at work? It would make things awkward for both of us. Nah. Just request another stylist for a few months.” 

You pursed your lips together in thought. “Why not just date her though? She’s cute. You guys get along. Why go through this whole elaborate contract scenario?” You gestured to yourself.

Yoongi sighed. Ugh he had been dreading you asking him about the contract. Things had been going so normal. He thought, stupidly, maybe he could just never think about it again. Of course with Namjoon and BPD up his ass he knew that was unlikely. He realized he had been quiet for too long.  “Look, If I actually dated someone I worked with and then it didn't work out, imagine the fallout. The scandal. The wasted time. Plus then I'd have to go on dates and stuff. I'm busy.”  

You rolled your eyes "We went to a diner the other night. And the grocery store." 

Yoongi blinked his eyes and stuffed more food in his mouth. “Not dates.”

You scowled. "You spent all Sunday driving a van and putting up with my family'

Yoongi chewed, taking as much time as possible to think of a response. “Yeah but I did that because I wanted to."

You rolled your eyes, “You're a weirdo "

"Says the girl who signed a contract to marry a guy she didn't know. And who doesn’t eat their pizza crust. Are you 5 years old?"

"Crust is gross. Anyways. I'm a very good judge of character, I will have you know." You pouted at having been admonished over your crust preferences.

"That's true. You could tell Namjoon was an asshole within 30 seconds I bet." He jested. 

"Haha yeah. I could tell he was  rich and full of himself by his demeanor and then when he opened his mouth, he confirmed the asshole part. And, I knew Alice was awesome within like 2 seconds.” 

Yoongi pushed his plate over a bit and interlaced his fingers. Resting his chin on them, he asked, “OK. So what was your first impression of me?” 

You laughed as you recalled sprinting in your work clothes.  “That you were busy. Very busy. And a little bit short on patience, but I thought that's because you were in a hurry.” 

“Sounds about right.” He took a sip of his water. 

“The second time I met you, you were putting on an act for Namjoon. Still not sure why... " You eyed him suspiciously. “You guys have a fucked up dynamic "

"You are right all-around there. Cheers." He lifted his glass in your direction."You did a great job today."

You scoffed, "I literally just pointed at things and handed you stuff.”

“Hey I've been to shoots before, you haven't. Today went much smoother than usual. “

“Really?” You rocked back in your seat.

“Yep.” He stood up and extended his hand." Do you want more? "

"Yes please. Thanks again for ordering. I didn't realize how hungry I was til I got home.” 

“‘Same.” He took the plates to the kitchen and returned with more food. Sitting them down on the table. He pulled his laptop over and looked over some things as you guys sat in silence for a few minutes. You scrolled through your phone, returning some texts from Jimin and your brother. 

"Do you want to go watch something?" he asked, taking you by surprise. 

You raised your eyebrows, “You're not going to work?" 

"I told you, photoshoots wear me out. I'm done for today."

"Yeah sure," you stood up and grabbed the plates. "I'll clean up the leftovers and get changed. Pick whatever."

You travelled up to the loft area about ten minutes later, much more comfortable in your leggings and oversized sweatshirt. 

Yoongi was waiting on the couch, the remote in his hand as he scrolled through the menu. You plopped down on the other end, covering your mouth as you yawned.

“Grab a pillow. You know you’re going to fall asleep.” He said without looking over.

“No I won’t,” You protested through another yawn.

He shot you a look that told you he knew you were full of shit and got up. He returned a minute later, throwing a pillow at the back of your head.

“Hey.”

“You’re welcome.” He sat back down, adjusting himself into a comfortable position.

You grumbled a thank you as you balled the pillow into a couch-compatible shape and leaned up against it. You pulled back for a second. It smelled just like Yoongi. This was his pillow. You looked over, his eyes were still scanning the screen.

“Since you’re going to fall asleep in ten minutes I’m putting on my favorite documentary.” He said matter-of factly.

“I will last more than ten minutes.” You declared. You heard a small snort come out of his mouth as he dimmed the lights and pressed play. You started to watch the movie and tried to pay attention, but your heartbeat was racing. You kept replaying earlier conversations in your head and also smelling the pillow. You felt like a pervert. The man across the couch was completely oblivious. You stared at him for a few seconds and realized that yes, you did like him. Well Shit. You didn’t have too much time to ruminate on this as your eyelids began to grow heavy. Soon you were passed out, just as Yoongi predicted.

Ten minutes into the NBA show he looked over, a knowing smile crept onto his face. You were out.

He took a deep breath. What the fuck was he doing? He tried not to think about it too much. Every time he thought about you and the contract it left him feeling weird. The thought that you were getting paid to like him and to hang out with him, didn’t sit well at all. But he knew there was so much more to it than that. He picked up his notepad and wrote a few lyrics, the movie playing for background noise at this point. 

After several minutes he looked at his writing. Satisfied, he stood up and slipped the notebook into a desk. He didn’t think you would snoop, but better safe than sorry. He looked back at the couch and smirked. He thought it was hilarious you thought you would stay awake when he knew better. He went over to the stuffed animal line and pulled out a Snorlax. Appropriate, he thought as he sat it down on top of your side. He snapped a picture. Sweet revenge. Stretching, he decided to head to bed himself; only slightly lamenting that he had given you his favorite pillow and now he would have to use the flatter one. NEXT CHAPTER

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