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notveryglittery · 5 years

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kiss me

summary: a series of kisses. words: 1,820 / ship: romantic royality notes: @hawthornshadow said “kiss me” by sixpence none the richer and royality and this happened? i wrote it on discord so it’s kinda plotless and messy but it’s cute, imo!! shout out to @sleepless-in-starbucks for encouraging me along the way <3

please listen to “kiss me” while you read!! read on ao3 | @fandersfic-royality

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If this godforsaken town has one thing going for it, it’s Patton Hart. He is sweet, and handsome, and mesmerizing. From the light floppy sun hats to the pastel spaghetti strap dresses; from his strawberry blond curls to the sharp emerald green of his eyes; from the sure swift grace he moves with and the mischievous smile he hides behind his hand. There is confidence in Patton that makes Roman wonder if he really isn’t from the city, if he truly has been born and raised out here in wheat fields and sunflower plains.

They meet when Roman is sixteen. He and his mother have only just moved to Iowa and don't get him wrong, he'd go to the ends of the Earth for his mom, but did her job really have to transfer her to the middle of nowhere? Roman isn’t sure this tiny little town even knows what Starbucks was. There’s one grocery store, one gas station, a library that also doubles as the cinema which makes absolutely no sense, and an ice cream parlor. They have an ice cream parlor but they don’t have stable WiFi and what was the gosh darn ding dang point of a cute, aesthetic ice cream parlor if he can’t post on Instagram about it?

Roman had been hoping it'd take some time to explore his new home, to get to know the lay of the land, but it really only takes him a day and a half, and that is only because they arrived late in the evening. It isn’t until after Roman has the streets memorized (which isn’t difficult given that there are about nine of them) that he stops in at Scoops 'n Smiles. He thinks it a stupid name but then again, most of this town is still stupid to him, because he’s still bitter about living in it.

It all gets a whole less stupid when a greeting rings out to him as he steps inside.

Roman might not know anything about the cute employee behind the counter but the cute employee behind the counter certainly knows plenty about Roman. It is such a small town, after all, and word spreads fast. He’s a city boy, out here with his mama, and so far he’s been nothing but polite, if not a little grumpy. Neither of them would admit it until they’d been engaged for five months, eight days, and thirteen hours - but the love at first sight is entirely mutual.

Roman approaches the counter with a spring in his step and stars in his eyes. Patton had smiled coyly at him.

“Hiya, welcome to Scoops ’n Smiles,” Patton would say sweetly.

Roman would choke (“your accent,” he’d explain later, “god, you were so cute.”) and Patton would find his stammering endearing. They’re only sixteen but Patton has never been so sure of something in his life. He’d marry this boy, if the fates would allow it.

Maybe Patton hands Roman a napkin with his ice cream, despite there being a dispenser at the counter beside the spoons. Maybe it has Patton’s phone number written on it. Maybe Patton winks at Roman as he leaves, gripping his cone so tightly it is close to crumbling. Maybe Patton screams into a dish towel the moment the parlor is empty again.

Their first date is, not to put it loosely, magical. Roman learns quickly that anything is magical where Patton was involved. They go out to the lake. It’s a beautiful day, sunny and bright and warm. Patton is wearing a sundress in a shade of blue that matches the sky. Roman wears the wrong pair of shoes and they are caked in mud by the end of the day, but that’s alright.

The stars are sparkling brighter than Roman has ever seen, laying in the bed of Patton’s truck beside the barley fields and green pastures. Lightning bugs flit in and out of view, the air is cool on his skin, and Patton is telling him all about the constellations.

“How d’you know so much?” Roman asks.

“My cousin taught me when he visited last year,” Patton answers, turning to look at Roman, and smiling, smiling so sparkling and pretty that the stars no longer compare. “I’m pretty sure he used it to do the same thing I’m doing.”

“And what’s that?”

“Trying to impress a boy he liked.”

Patton tastes like strawberry ice cream and vanilla chapstick. Roman doesn’t see it, given he’s so very focused on kissing Patton (kissing Patton!), but a shooting star streaks across the sky, and it really all might as well be made for movies.

Let it be known that Patton is never one to be outdone. He throws himself into his projects and his friendships and his work. His pa tells him to be careful about giving and giving and giving, that he has to slow down sometimes. Patton thinks that silly; how could he ever do that when he has so much love and energy bottled up inside, so much that he feels like he might burst with it? Roman matches him here and it is exhilarating. City boy is outgoing and adventurous and go go go. It feels so good to finally have someone that can keep up.

What could possibly go wrong when Patton has someone as wonderful and sincere and bright as Roman at his side?

Winter is approaching and so the town is celebrating its autumn harvest. They do this at the end of every season and it’s Roman's first time attending one. There are games and prizes, treats and cider, and when the cleared space for a dance floor is glowing with moonlight, and the band is at full swing, Roman takes Patton by the hands, swinging and spinning him around.

By the end of the night, the fireflies dancing and the silver moon sparkling, Roman will press a kiss to Patton's lips and murmur breathlessly "I love you."

Never one to be outdone, Patton will return it, and he'll continue with hushed compliments, and light pecks anywhere he can reach, and by the end, Roman will be as red as the changing leaves.

If Roman had known he'd only have two years, he'd have done more with his time. He'd have confessed his love sooner, he'd have made sure to take more photos, he'd have done better.

It’s at the broken treehouse and working tire swing that they've taken to spending their free mornings at. Patton is wearing his favorite sun hat, the one with the flowers. Roman’s pushing him on the swing, soaking in the sound of his laughter and the warm unfiltered sunlight. He doesn’t want to go.

They sit down for a picnic, looking at an old map Patton's dad had given them, one marked with trails and clearings and lakes. The idea of spending his summer with Patton exploring and hiking sounds so much better than going back to concrete skyscrapers and smog. He doesn’t want to go.

"I have to go."

Patton looks at him curiously.

"Home, I mean."

"You are home," Patton assures him.

"I -" and it's all Roman can say before tears are stinging at the corners of his eyes.

Patton's expression crumbles and he hurries to pull Roman into his arms, shushing him, and pressing kisses to the top of his head, and running a hand up and down his back. Somehow, it doesn’t help.

The following three years are dreadful. They are boring and slow and lonely and Patton finally understands what his pa meant by taking it easy. He can’t work at Smiles ’n Scoops without remembering this is where he met the love of his life, he can’t attend harvest festivals without recalling the way Roman had blushed so prettily after their first I love you, he can’t look at the broken treehouse in the park without remembering the way it had felt to hold a crying, trembling Roman in his arms.

Sure, there are letters and texts and video calls. They don’t compare to the way Roman’s hand fits perfectly in his. The freckles Roman had earned from all his time in the sun fade the longer he is back in the city. His hair is darker and there are bags under his eyes and Patton wonders if it is because it’s so noisy there; he can hear it through the phone sometimes.

Roman does get better, over time. He gets used to the noise and the monotone colors and it is almost like he was never in Iowa to begin with. That doesn’t mean anything, though, because three years and eight months and two weeks later, he’s packed everything he owns, and he moves back home.

Home is where the heart is after all. More accurately, home is where the Hart is.

Maybe he keeps it a secret. Maybe he meets up with Patton's father and asks for his blessing. Maybe the entire town is on the same page for once and doesn’t spread the word. Maybe Patton doesn’t see Roman sneaking up on him at the autumn harvest festival.

Maybe when Patton turns around, Roman is behind him on one knee. Maybe when they kiss this time, it is with shaking hands and tears of joy and a ring that sparkles like the silver moon.

Five months, eight days, and thirteen hours into being engaged and Roman is still as hopelessly smitten as he has been since day one. He’s helping Patton to figure out his new phone. Somehow, Patton’s had the same iPhone 5 for over seven years, and it was still in perfect working condition. There wasn’t a scratch or dent on it, not once had it needed to be factory reset. When Roman asks how Patton does it (because Roman has gone through at least four phones), Patton says sweetly, like the way he does the day they met:

“I take care of the things I love.”

And it should just be something Patton says but nothing Patton ever says is just something and someone might as well be crowing “one hit KO” because Roman is down for the count.

“I loved you at first sight,” Patton sighs, as if Roman isn’t already dead. “I said to the fates, I’m going to marry that boy.”

Roman falls over, swooning onto Patton’s lap. The harvest festivals see them on the moonlit dance floor less often, too busy staying curled up beside each other. “Dearheart, please have mercy.”

Patton grins mischievously and leans over to press a kiss to Roman's lips. There are fireflies dancing around him and his strawberry blond curls look like they're glowing. "Now why ever would I do that?"

And if Roman confesses beneath the milky twilight to Patton, too, that he'd fallen in love at first sight, hoping to fluster his fiancé (his fiancé!) in return, well... Patton is never one to be outdone.

#sanders sides fan fiction #royality #royality fan fiction #roman sanders #patton sanders #romantic royality #dani writes #y'all idk how to write in one tense lol

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gold-kobold · 3 years

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Stricklake Baggage Fic, Oh My

idk what to title this lol, but anyway, S O M E B O D Y had to go and make stricklake deep-dive content, so y'all can blame @theoldandnewfirm and that one anon for this random thing (i still don't take writing requests tho so pls don't ask)

(it's a bit clunky and probably doesn't go as in-depth as it should lol, but enjoy)

This wouldn’t be an easy topic to broach. Barbara knew this.

If she was being honest with herself, a big part of her didn’t want to raise the question at all. For weeks, she had been asking herself if it was really necessary, after everything that’s happened. But, with the Eternal Night finally well over with, her and Walter even having reunited some of the Changeling familiars with their old families, and everything around them being much calmer in general, she knew it was finally time to ask.

For her own peace of mind, she had to ask. Even if she was fairly sure she knew the answer already, Barbara wanted to hear it from him.

She tried to choose a day in which they both had ample time between work shifts. She found herself frequently glancing at the clock, as if staring it down would pressure it into moving faster.

He should be home very soon. School would just be letting out by now.

To occupy herself in the meantime, she took to doing small chores around the house, trying to distract her mind from the looming stress of the conversation to come.

By the time she heard Walter enter the house, she had been tending to some of the children upstairs. When she heard the front door shut, she took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself, made sure all the children were comfortable, and headed back downstairs.

“Afternoon, Barbara.” Walter greeted her as he heard her descend the stairs, completely oblivious to what she was about to blindside him with. “I hope the children haven’t given you much trouble today?”

“They’ve been fine.” Barbara said, slowly walking towards the front hall where he’d been putting down his things. “... Walt… Can we talk?”

“Uh-oh. Am I in trouble?” Walter had chuckled, putting his folders on the table. When he turned to meet Barbara’s stare, he dropped the joking demeanor upon seeing that look on her face. “Is everything alright, Barbara?” He asked, his voice quickly softening in concern.

That immediate shift in his tone again cast doubt on top of Barbara’s already-lingering doubts. Shouldn’t his worry for her be proof enough that he’s long changed from who he used to be?

Still. She already convinced herself that this conversation was going to happen one way or the other, so why try to prolong it any further?

Looking away, she debated for a moment on whether or not they should sit down for this. But, rather than move or voice that idea, her mouth just blurted out the question that’d been on her mind so long.

“You killed Principal Levitt. Didn’t you?”

Walter didn’t respond right away. When Barbara’s stare returned to him, she saw that he was looking away now, as if to choose his words carefully, despite it being a simple yes-or-no question.

“... Yes. I killed him.” He finally answered.

Barbara could feel every muscle in her body go tense. It was the answer she had expected, yes. She knew he had gone missing around the same time Strickler became the stand-in principal, it was a logical conclusion to draw after being presented with all the facts. But even though her brain knew all this, her body had an all-too-visceral reaction at hearing him say it. Whether that be from how his tone had so quickly gone to something distant, almost business-like in nature, or whether it was just from having her fear confirmed in general, Barbara wasn’t sure.

“... How many people have you…” The words seemed to catch in her throat, Barbara struggling far more than she thought she would, what with how much she’d mentally prepared herself for this topic. “... have you killed…?”

He averted his gaze, unmoving aside from the clench of his jaw. Something was going on behind those eyes, Barbara could see it. Whether he was considering lying to her, or just trying to figure out how to break this news gently, she again found herself unsure…

Eventually, Walter drew a slow, long breath in, and answered her. “I… didn’t bother keeping track after around the fifty mark.”

Fifty.

Over fifty people. Probably well over, from how he just said--

“Barbara?”

She didn’t even realize how hearing that had caused her to stagger backwards some until she heard that concern in his voice again. She tried to collect herself, and failed miserably.

Barbara knew this was a likely answer. She had been mentally preparing for it all day. She knew of his troubled past, with some of the most evil trolls one could imagine, she knew of his malicious nature needed to survive, and yet, his words still hit her like a truck.

Walter took a tentative step towards her, studying her carefully for any more negative physical reactions. “Are you sure you’re okay to talk about this…?”

“I-I thought I was, I just--” Unable to gather her thoughts, she shook her head, conflicted. “We need to talk about this, we do, I just-- I just need some time to--”

“Barbara. Please breathe.” Walter asked of her, his concern only growing upon seeing her like this. She was usually so calm and collected, even under pressure. (As a doctor would have to be…) “If you need space right now, I’ll give it to you. What do you need...?”

She took another step back, glancing towards the door. She had been so sure of herself that she was ready for this, but right now, she felt anything but. “I… I need some air.” Still, she was anxious to leave, glancing up the stairs. “The children…”

“I’ll look after them.” Walter assured her, lowering his head slightly as those oddly sympathetic eyes continued to study her. “Take all the time you need.”

Leaving so many children in the care of a mass murderer would’ve been a red flag to any normal person. But she knew him well enough to know he’d never hurt those kids. That’s something Barbara has never once doubted about him.

Without another word, as she was unable to think of anything more to even say at this point, she left the house. Almost as if by instinct, she just got in her car and started driving, no destination in mind.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been moving for. She just drove aimlessly.

Her heart kept racing, and she felt as though it might burst out of her chest at any second. Over and over, her mind kept concocting all sorts of false images and theories in her head about Walter and the people he’s killed. God, he’s killed so many people.

When she started to get tunnel vision on the roads before her, she knew it was time to pull over. She shouldn’t be driving like this. She probably shouldn’t have gotten into a car in the first place.

Even though the car had stopped, everything around her still felt like it was in motion. Her world was basically spinning around her, making it all that much harder to process what she’d just heard. The more she thought about it, his words lingering in her head, the more she felt like she couldn’t breathe. Like someone was squeezing her lungs harder with every breath she tried to take.

So many people, dead by his hands. He’s killed somebody she knew, for God’s sake. What about Levitt’s family? Does he have siblings, parents, or God forbid, children? Were they to just live the rest of their days never knowing what happened to him? She knew from the missing persons articles that he lived alone, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t have people that cared about him…

How many other lives has he destroyed? How many families broken apart by his actions? How many people did he leave to wonder what happened to their loved ones, without the mercy of any sort of closure?

Barbara took off her glasses, rubbing at her eyes as if to push back the tears of stress that were starting to form in them, all the while internally cursing her horrible taste in men.

She forced herself to take a deep breath in, counting to seven as she did, then repeated the count as she exhaled, repeating this a few more times until she felt like she wasn’t going to have a heart attack. When her heart rate started to go back down to a somewhat normal pace, Barbara tried to think about this as objectively as she could manage.

They come from a different culture. Troll culture--

No. Not even that. Gumm-Gumm culture.

Barbara knew of their history. She had been educated of Changeling roots. None of the Changelings could help where they came from… Shouldn’t she consider herself lucky that Walter was willing to change at all? They were created for the sole purpose of war. They were forced into a life of servitude to a horrible, horrible person. They never had a choice to be anything else. They were victims of an unimaginable cruelty, that much was absolutely true. The cycle of abuse was a dangerous thing already, but taking it to that extreme...

Logically, she knew it was unfair to apply regular human standards to such a group of people. But at the same time, how could she, a doctor of all things, look past all the lives he’s taken? All the people he thought nothing of disposing of? Did he truly not care for anybody before her and Jim? And if so, how much of himself over however many years past could she really believe has changed? For him especially, the time it took for him to completely switch sides was like the blink of an eye. Can he truly be ‘redeemed’ of such atrocities in such a short amount of time?

And even if so, would she ever be able to look past it?

She’s in the business of saving lives, and he was in the business of taking them.

… Business. Work. Oh god, she had work today, didn’t she?

She checked the time. How long she’d been out here, she hadn’t fully realized until her phone’s clock slapped her in the face with realization.

It was already only two hours before her shift. And the longer she stared at her phone in consideration, the shorter those hours got.

She sat on it for some time, weighing her options.

They haven’t been short-staffed in many days now, luckily. And Barbara was a dedicated worker who’s basically never missed a day without very good reason.

Plus, with the mental state she was currently spiralling in, she wasn’t even sure if she was fit to be working right now...

So, for the first time in only God knows how long, Barbara Lake called in sick to work.

Seeing Walter tend to the children had yet again made Barbara’s doubts in herself creep to the surface. She had been so quiet in coming back home, she wasn’t sure if the Changeling noticed her return. He definitely didn’t notice her in the doorway to the nursery, what with his back turned to her and all his focus on Nomura’s familiar. It would seem she had rather crankily woken from a nap, though by this point, she had mostly been soothed, Walter rocking her back to sleep while humming softly.

It was that caring side of him that Barbara kept seeing that kept drawing her back in. Despite the horrible things he’s done, she knows he’s very capable of love. But how capable is he of acknowledging the horrible flaws of his past?

That might be a different story.

Barbara’s weight shifted in the doorway, and Walt’s ears twitched at the creak of wood. He turned immediately. “Barbara,” He greeted her in surprise, “Don’t you have work?”

“I called in sick.” She said.

“You never call in sick.” The only recent time she used ‘sick days’ was after falling victim to troll magic, so did it even really count when her bosses basically had to harass her into staying home?

That was just another of many details he’s so easily picked up on. He knows her well enough at this point. He was intuitive enough to pick up on these little things and keep them in mind. Whether that was due to the side of him that cared about her, or an old habit carried over from his more malicious roots, she found herself unable to decide.

Strickler was so careful and delicate in how he handled the child, laying her back to sleep and tucking her in. When he had turned to Barbara again, it was with worry in his face. Barbara spoke before he could, though.

“Let’s go downstairs.” She said to him. “We should sit down for this one…”

The two of them had ended up on the living room sofa, both with empty tea mugs on the coffee table across from them. The tiny amount of small talk that they’d engaged in while they had a drink felt like nothing more than skirting the real issue. When they had finished their tea, both of them fell victim to a tense silence, knowing what was supposed to be discussed next.

“... I understand completely if my past is a dealbreaker for you.” Walter eventually spoke first. ‘If’ it was a dealbreaker… Who was he kidding? He was trying so hard to sound calm, level-headed, but his voice betrayed him with its subtle shaking. “My morals were so… different, and I… I know that might be too much to come back from.”

Barbara was quiet at first, listening carefully to his words. The time she had left him with had given him ample thinking room too, after all. He had obviously carefully considered how to approach this topic with her, even if there was still an air of uncertainty in his voice.

“Why did you do it?” She asked him.

“Levitt, or--?”

“Any of them.”

Walter looked away, falling silent in thought for some time. “... It was… generally for tactical reasons. Humans that found out about Bular, or Changelings in general, couldn’t be kept alive. Humans that came too close to discovering our plans were also too risky… Sometimes, like in Levitt’s case, to gain the advantage over an enemy. It would mostly be to do with keeping our operations running smoothly, or for our brethren’s safety.”

“... Mostly?” Barbara pried, an uneasy note to her voice.

Going quiet again, Strickler winced at her repeating his word. “... Some of the deaths could have been… easily avoided,” was all he said in response to that.

Barbara’s eyes narrowed just the tiniest bit in skepticism. Still, she looked away too, trying not to let her doubt show when Walter had obviously already been struggling to open up with this.

“I didn’t… care about humans, Barbara. I’ve never really cared about them, they were just…” Even just saying it, despite how little time has passed since he had originally thought that way, it still made him cringe. “... They were disposable. I saw them more as… tools to get ahead rather than proper, equal individuals.” A quiet chuckle came out of his throat, though it sounded rather forced. “Oh, the irony… That’s how Bular and Gunmar saw my people too, I suppose.”

Another tense moment of silence stretched over them. A pensive look played across the doctor’s face, thinking back on the circumstances that led to them coming together in the first place, and something about Walter’s words wasn’t adding up.

“... You cared enough about Jim to reach out to me in the first place.” Barbara pointed out.

With a touch of confusion, Walter stared at her once again. “That’s just what a teacher would do. I was playing my role.”

“That’s what a good teacher would do. You didn’t have to be a good teacher.” She countered. “Mediocrity is rampant in the education industry, after all... You could’ve easily gotten away with underachieving, but you did the opposite.” Raising an eyebrow, she leaned back against the couch, her body relaxing only slightly. “You didn’t have to go out of your way for a student’s sake. But you did that anyway.” She saw a familiar look of confliction cross Walt’s face, the Changeling unsure of how to explain himself. In an attempt to ease some of the tension just the tiniest bit, Barbara tried at a small smile. “Was that part of the Changeling manual, caring about human children?”

“A manual. Now there’s an idea.” Walter chuckled weakly in response. “Would’ve been easier to write one of those than to get Bular recording on that tutorial video…”

“There was a tutorial video?” Barbara blurted out in response, eyes widening a bit. “I was joking.”

“I wish I was joking. That old thing probably hasn’t aged well...” Walter laughed awkwardly, looking away again.

She was right, to an extent. Strickler never had to treat his students well, he just had to play the role of any average teacher. Still, wherever that small sliver of kindness ever stemmed from on his part, it couldn’t outbalance the wrongs he had done.

He shook his head, sighing under his breath. “I don’t know what to tell you. Perhaps I was growing lax in my position. I don’t know why I…”

He trailed off, that frown on his face growing deeper with every word.

“... Maybe you have a little more empathy than you give yourself credit for.” She proposed, her voice quiet. Walter gave her a most perplexed look, and Barbara could really understand it that time. Even she was a bit surprised saying it, what with all he’s just admitted in regards to thinking of humans as disposable. But, even with that in mind, what else could it be? He’s obviously not void of all emotion, or capability to bond. He’s always wanted to protect his own people. For that protectiveness to bleed into his human persona to some extent, especially for children under his care, was it really so hard to believe?

Walter wasn’t sure if he could believe it, himself.

Would she be saying that if she knew just how many lives he had destroyed? If she knew of the people he had led to their death, just to keep Bular’s hunger fed, to divert the troll’s anger away from himself even if only for a few moments? How he’d mocked his victims’ deaths at times, even right in front of her before?

Oh, how cruel he had been. Barbara didn’t deserve someone like him in her life, and he didn’t deserve to have even a shred of her kindness.

And yet, selfishly, he still wanted so badly to stay. He clung onto the hope that she would allow him the mercy of staying in her life, even if it was something so wrong for him to have.

Those yellow eyes of his, so cold and piercing to the average passerby, were filled with doubt and insecurity that Barbara could see plain as day. She bit her tongue, her own gaze slowly falling to the floor.

After a long moment of just staring at the Changeling’s tired form, Barbara placed a hand on top of his, startling Walter.

“I don’t like the things that you did.” She said to him plainly. “But I’m not blind to your reasons for it. I know you had a rough beginning. I can’t even imagine growing up like how you must have…” She broke eye contact again, but not for long at all. “... You know that you didn’t deserve what Morgana and Gunmar put you through… right? None of you deserved that...”

There was doubt, as always, and a lot of confusion in Walter’s eyes, again unsure of how to respond to her. He was confused as to what this other strange sensation welling up inside him was. He didn’t like how it felt both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

“Walt.” Barbara said, placing both of her hands on his now as she looked into his troubled eyes. “You didn’t deserve any of what they did to you. Please tell me you know that.” Again, for good measure, she repeated, “You didn’t deserve it.”

He wasn’t sure what it was about how she said that, let alone why she was even saying it at all, but something inside him just broke at her words.

Walter couldn’t remember the last person he cried in front of. He couldn’t remember if he’s ever cried in front of anyone, to be frank. But, in that moment, he couldn’t stop the tears that started coming out of him. Upon realizing what he was doing, he quickly looked away.

“Oh, goodness. That’s embarrassing…” Walter muttered as he turned away from her, wiping a sleeve over his face. “Please excuse me. I seem to have misplaced my savoir faire…”

“Oh no, your humanity is showing.” Barbara said, her tone a slightly teasing one, though still with sympathy. “How will I ever cope?”

That got a weak chuckle out of him, at least, but he still wouldn’t look at her.

Her wording had been very intentional, hadn’t it.

Humanity. After all he’s done, could that term truly be applied to the likes of him?

As if sensing the doubt that was pouring out of him, Barbara started to rub her thumb along the back of his hand, a small comfort in this mess of emotions.

He shook his head, cursing every sob that he couldn’t muffle.

“The worst part is that I’m not even sure if-- if it’s the lives I took that I’m sorry about, all I’m sure of is that I’m sorry for hurting you. For hurting Jim, I…” He had to stop himself, sensing his voice about to break, and taking a moment to regain the slightest bit of composure before continuing to speak. “... I know now that I was wrong. So, so wrong in so many things that I’ve done… I don’t…” He shook his head, trying so hard to fight back those blasted tears that kept trying to escape his eyes. “I don’t expect your forgiveness. I know I don’t deserve that from anybody. But I’m so sorry, Barbara. For everything I’ve done to you. You never deserved that...” He grit his teeth, frustrated only with himself now for not saying any of this sooner. His voice was quieter, more unsure of himself with each passing word. “If I could take back all the pain I’ve caused, I’d do it in a heartbeat.” He muttered, looking down in shame as he repeated, “I’m so sorry, Barbara…”

A deep frown set upon Barbara’s face as she watched him crumble. Seeing him like this was an entirely new experience to her. Seeing him so ashamed of the simple act of crying broke her heart even more.

“... Well, it’s a start…” Barbara eventually spoke up, her eyes tentatively lifting to meet his. “We can’t just change how we were wired at the drop of a hat… I get that. I know you still have a lot of work to do… but...” For the umpteenth time, she broke eye contact, pausing for a long moment to reassure herself of her stance before continuing. “... I’ve seen the type of person that you can be. I want to help you keep growing into that better person.” She reached for his cheek, cupping it in her hand and turning his face towards hers, offering a small smile. “You’re already on your way there, after all.”

There was hesitance in her eyes, but none in her words. Despite how he’d wanted to pull away, to hide his face again from her again, hide the weakness he’d convinced himself he was showing, something about her reassuring tone and the care in her face stopped him from looking away. Instead, Barbara ever so gently pulled him in closer, and in spite of her own conflicting feelings about his past, embraced him in a hug that was free of any hesitance. She just held him tightly, a silent reassurance that he wasn’t alone right now.

It was far from what Walter had expected. He froze, completely still at first, uncertain if it was right for him to return that embrace. Despite that, it didn’t take him long to succumb to her warmth either, clinging to Barbara with his wings curling around them, and he could no longer fight back the tears that poured out of him. For however long he needed, Barbara just held him close, and let the Changeling quietly cry against her.

However long they sat like that, neither of them knew. How they had gotten so lucky in that all the children had kept sleeping soundly through this too was another mystery.

Eventually, Walter’s crying had come to its natural stop, but neither of them felt the need or desire to move.

Barbara was still deep in thought, heavily considering everything about today.

Knowing that he at least felt shameful of the lives he took was a relief, to some extent. But that doesn’t change the damage done, obviously.

And then there was the concern of the very recent life he took.

“... Do you think you could find out if Mr. Levitt had any family?” She asked, Walter’s ears pricking at the question. “I know making yourself known as his killer is completely off the table, but I just wonder if… maybe anonymously, you could let them know he’s… you know. Not coming back…?” Barbara’s eyes flicked to the ground. “... They deserve to know, rather than being left to wonder what happened...”

“I understand.” Walter replied, his voice matching her softness. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.” She said, relief flickering inside of her at that.

They continued to sit in silence for however long they could, just taking comfort in each other’s presence.

There was still a lot of work to do. A lot they should still discuss. They hadn’t even touched on him using her against Jim, him enslaving somebody...

But, tonight was a step in the right direction.

If she could get him to open up even just a little bit more each day, even if facing the weight of his actions was difficult to bear, Barbara would never stop trying.

#trollhunters #stricklake #strickler #barbara #trollhunters fanfiction #text post #goldie post #wowee zowe you can bet your ass i totally took a lot of inspiration from a future HTFAS scene lmaooo ilovethiskindaangstbereadyforMOREOFIT

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Just wanted to say I’m actually super excited you’re watching Arcane. The designs are all so unique and actually seem to try to capture the range of human faces/bodies, and it’s super refreshing to see. Would be very interested in hearing more of your thoughts on it if you continue to watch more (if you’re up for sharing of course). Thank you!

Hi anon! I love Arcane.

It's leaning white-dominant in terms of Character rep, but I don't have an issue with it tbh. I only notice and point it out because the people of color they have are designed so well that I want to see more of them! We caught a glimpse of one Asian man and a half white/Asian girl and I'm !!!!! The two Black women they have are !!!!!! The little Black kid they have is !!!!! There's an Egyptian/Middle Eastern woman who's face and voice are !!!!!!

And even beyond the characters, the animation itself is gorgeous. Very vibrant characters with environments that are unique and have a whole host of quirks. The faces are SO expressive and even serious characters aren't locked into having a mid to low range of expressions. the blinks, the active eye movements, the tensing of the muscles around the nose especially--they add so much life to these expressions. The body language feels natural, and all the characters clearly are animated to have weight to them, to feel solid.

(idk how many of you saw into the spider verse, but both this and that mix 2D and 3D. It's amazing)

The soundtrack I'm okay with, I'm not used to lyrics as part of a background song dbaknskandks but the opening is very nice!

The writing? It's good--really good. The way the characters are written, they each have clear motivations and goals without having overstated personality traits. There's tropes (obv, everything has tropes lol) but those also aren't overstated! Nobody is a caricature. Nobody is annoying. Nobody is sidelined. The dialogue is good, too. Again, nothing comes across like it came out of a can or like it was a once-over before being sent to the rest of the team.

And the worldbuilding is great too. They've got history without info dumping, which is good for people like me who know literally nothing about League of Legends. I don't feel lost about the conflict between the two cities and their inhabitants. The political structure makes sense. The way characters act makes sense. No plots are picked up and dropped because the writers clearly keep a tight schedule and they pay attention to what they're doing.

And the voice acting, holy shit. I didnt realize how long I was starved of phenomenal (to me) voice actors until watching this. It helps that whoever casted them didn't go for unique sounding, easily identifiable voices (like you would with a regular cartoon) as much as they went for people who could act without sounding like they were reading lines and putting on a voice on top. The voices are natural, accents aren't connected to being evil as far as I can tell, and the VAs can all put depth and pain and relief into the lines as well as any person experiencing it irl would.

Y'all, this is only after two episodes.

My expectations are high for the rest of the season/series, but I'm really liking what I'm seeing right now.

#ask #arcane #taking everything in me not to compare it to tbb but like #ik other folks are having the same thoughts #like moving past it being LoL LMAO i really liked it!#okay now im done

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Ok I just gave up catching up on my dash full stop because Clementine and George and Wildest Dreams got my brain like this:

I feel I desperately need to make an OC for George but he is YOUR precious lol

So instead while I'm here, give me and I mean GIVE all your George and Clementine headcanon

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I WAS FINISHING UP SOME GIFS ✨

First things first, that image lives in my mind rent free.

Second things second, please create an OC for George holy shit please yes?! George has already been romantically (or at least sexually, because Sable is a hoe) linked to Ellis Grant from @chlobenet (nothing ever came of it, George developed an infatuation and was perpetually rebuffed by our Lord and Saviour Miss Grant), @perfectlystiles' Laurel Chase, and @randomestfandoms-ocs' Reese Masrani. It is my goal to accumulate enough George Cassidy romantic interests that I can make a Wives of Henry the Eighth edit, so literally go nuts. Everyone, Create An OC To Thirst Over George Cassidy Challenge!

The best thing about George and the other Corpsemen is that the only thing that makes them Jurassic World OCs is that they happen to be hired there. It is by no means their entire story, and although they've been around for literally three days (?!) I keep thinking of more and more things about them and I keep building their backstories to the point where dinosaurs are literally the least craziest thing they've experienced.

If I were to sum up Clem and George's relationship in a gif, though:

(This got hella out of hand so keep reading under the cut if you want to know more about George and Clementine.)

A brief history on George "Sable" Cassidy and Clementine "Calico" Roscoe:

He is known as "George" to his friends, and "Cassidy" to his enemies. "Sable" when he's on the job, and "hers" when they're alone.

But it wasn't always like that. I'm not going to bore you with the details about George's fatherless upbringing, or his reasons for joining the British military, or how he'd always been a bit of a troubled kid. Where his story really begins is when he directly disobeys orders and murders the military hostages who were responsible for the attack on his unit. He is dishonourably discharged, and is sent back to the U.K. to await trial for murder and treason.

He manages an escape and goes dark; during which time, Clementine Roscoe, an agent at Interpol, is assigned his case. Unfortunately, after a year of searching (one close call where he was literally within breathing distance of Roscoe ) and a thousand too many mistaken sightings after that, the case goes cold, and she is assigned another case, one which results in the death of her entire family.

Clementine resigns from her position after she is denied leave to pursue the murderers, and spends the next few years methodically hunting down and executing the list of people she knew to be responsible. It was enough to impress Malcolm Drake, who located and recruited her into the Corpse Corporals (aka Gucci Suicide Squad).

All this time, Cassidy had been residing in Southern Africa, making a hefty living as a poacher under ever-changing pseudonyms (I had to make y'all understand that Sable is a bad man but y'all be forgiving Tom for murder and incest so here we are but honestly did it even work because here I am, being fooled, alongside you 😭). He runs a pretty decent operation, also dabbling in the smuggling of weaponry, and he lives a comfortable life. That is, until he is betrayed by his business partners (a brother-sister duo, FCs Megan Fox and Aidan Turner? Idk, still debating) and pushed out of the business under threat of death.

He is rescued by Malcolm, who has managed to track him down, and in exchange for his life spared, he agrees to work for Malcolm. His reunion with Clem is incredibly tense, with both of them pulling their guns on each other and refusing to work together. Malcolm snaps some sense into them (that, and the sum of the payload which had so many 0's added to the end, you couldn't be sure what the number really was other than "a lot") and they swallow their pride and work together.

They would continue to work together as Calico and Sable for the years to come, and when I say it is a slow burn, I do mean THE SLOWEST OF THE SLOW. But there is definitely a fuck ton of sexual tension thrown in there for angst, and a couple of near brushes with death (hazard of the job, really).

George is a prolific man whore, and he's bisexual and proud. So Clem has gotten used to an endless slew of people of all genders cumming coming and going from his hotel room, especially during the long cons where the Corpsemen go deep undercover for months at a time (Hector doesn't come on those jobs, he's got a family to worry about. He taps out at a month, max, if he doesn't get to leave to see his family).

George Cassidy is not a man who is used to not getting what he wants, but Clementine Roscoe is the only exception to that rule. He has come to view her as "unobtainable," this irreverent forbidden thing that he must not ruin. By the time the heat of their mutual hate had dissipated, it had turned into a friendship, and although there was an undeniable electric tension between them, they have never done anything about it. But it has that "will definitely be the best sex of your life" kinda energy.

They fight quite a lot, and disagree on almost everything. Have they tried to kill each other? Oh, absolutely. But they're also professionals, and although Clementine and George may be going at it, it never bothers Malcolm, because he knows that Calico and Sable will put those differences aside and do the damn job.

Clem only involves herself in George's sex life when it comes to people who she considers friends. She has the warnings already mentally scripted, because the thing about George Cassidy is that he cares about no one but himself, and nothing but his holy trinity: blood, money, and sex. He's an emotionally devoid sociopath at the best of times, and at the worst, he's a well oiled and dangerous killing machine.

He is not a good man, Clementine knows, but sometimes, you don't want a good man.

I have a gifset in store involving the two of them, and I'm busy compiling a list of headcanons as we speak. If you want, I can tag you in it :)

But this is everything about their past and a bit of their present, so if you want to create an OC please do and tag me so I can write up a crossover and make some gifs 💕

(And before anyone comes for me, yes, I am aware of the fact that George "Sable" Cassidy is a very toxic and fucking despicable man, I created him, and I made him that way. I am not condoning his actions, nor would I want to be in a relationship with him in real life, but this is fiction. It is not meant to be taken seriously, if you don't like my hot mercenary boyfriend, then please unfollow me, because he is my current obsession, and I cannot promise that I will not be thirsting for him on my TL at any and all hours).

#i am literally in love with this man #i'm so sorry y'all have to suffer through this tomfoolery #lokitrasho #oc: george cassidy #oc: clementine roscoe

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 3 years

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Fic Writer 20 Questions ✨

tagged by @cadriona

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 16 honkai fics (plus a translation I published on behalf of the translator) and... ... ... 69 total?!

2. what's your total ao3 word count? 351 347 words, apparently!

3. how many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? honkai aside, that's a secret

4. top five fics by kudos? i'm only gonna do honkai fics so 1. There Are No Thought Crimes 2. Backstage Stars 3. The Moon 4. The Temptress 5. Wreck Me Like This City y'all are horny

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not? yes! because i love comments and I love interacting with readers. I guess it's my reward after all the hard work writing~

6. what's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Once again only gonna bother with Honkai fics Mmmm... honestly? I don't write angsty endings a lot, but I'm gonna say If Your Wounds Would Heal In Paradise for now.

7. do you write crossovers? very very rarely, and when I do it's more along the lines of "fandom A in fandom B's setting as an AU"

8. have you ever received hate on a fic? if I have I don't remember! which is for the best

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? yes, and I think I've pretty much only ever written f/f smut..? f/m I could do but I wouldn't want to write m/m because ✨ I am not attracted to dudes✨ and it would prolly bore the hell out of me. time will tell though! (note: trans people count toward their gender, trans mei fics are still f/f for example)

10. have you ever had a fic stolen? lol yes, very recently in fact! but I got them to take all the stolen stuff down so it's all good.

11. have you ever had a fic translated? yes right here, in chinese! However I am no longer in contact with the translator for personal reasons.

12. have you ever co-written a fic before? yep it's very fun! published stuff not recently though

13. what's your all time favourite ship? don't got one i'm a multishipper and always have been

14. what's a wip you want to finish but don't think you ever will? I bet y'all are afraid i'll say thotty crimes but nah i'm finishing it... soonish I'm kind of afraid of finishing it to be honest it's my longest fic ever I don't want it to end AHEM to answer the question properly, I'm thinking more of a wip in another fandom... my fandom experience was half utter crap (who gets wrapped up in a fight with the creator, seriously?) and half wow I met so many friends, and in the end updates have stopped and I've p much lost interest so ehhhh idk if/when i'll get back to it. probably not soon. maybe not ever :(

15. what are your writing strengths? i think i'm pretty good at drawing pictures in people's minds! I've been told as much anyway

16. what are your writing weaknesses? not being a native speaker sometimes trips me up, and I'm unused to past tense writing so I sometimes fumble more than I should with it. have been practicing tho

17. what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? love it want to do more of it EXPRESSLY did so in thotty crimes because I thought it's dope. i got native speakers to help me for most of that, though, I think that's good practice

18. what was the first fandom you ever wrote for? not honkai :P it was a korean webcomic, i was 13 or 14

19. what's your favourite fic you've written? don't have one! once I've written a fic it's done. that's it. unless there's a glaring mistake or I'm rereading it for fun, I don't look back so I guess "the fics I'm passionate about that I've yet to write" are my favorites...

20. tagging? @e17omm and anyone else who wants to do it really

#fanfiction #asks #soooorta #i swear i didn't do the fic count on purpose #i counted them up and #*bahahaha*#dangit tumblr i didn't click post don't take my enter button so literally

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My review...ish (tbh it's just some notes I made lmao) on Defending Jacob

I'm strictly focusing on the Barbers here, and their relationships. I'm saving all the comments I might have about any other characters, and the performances of all the actors for a final review of the series-if I decide to do one lmao. Also, this isn't completely spoiler free, I couldn't resist y'all I'm sorry 😅

It's also straight from my notes, long asf and unedited asf and I won't take offence if you don't read. I did however enjoy writing it 😁

(This is all in good fun and yes and I'm biased and no you're not getting my time of day if you attack me)

Okay I'm done let's get into it lol

The Barbers are picture perfect. That house belongs on the cover of Better Homes and Gardens and that kitchen belongs on a Food Network show. They eat sleep and breathe privilege, but they probably won't admit it, or are even aware of it. To them, it might seem normal, maybe they believe every family is like that, or at least, should be. Their lives mirror that of basically any white family on TV these days. They're the cookie cutter American household, a damn poster family. Which makes their situation all the more interesting.

I adore Andy and Laurie's marriage. Lowkey they make me feel like I'm third wheeling, with the way they handle each other 🤣🥺 but eventually something began to hang over their heads, and the atmosphere surrounding them only, completely changed. The differences became more clear and God knows where thats gonna take them. Andy hid the truth about his Dad being in jail for 17 years really makes us wonder what else he could be hiding, and tbh she may be wondering the same. If theres anything else below the surface it could ruin them even more, and that's scary.

Andy's relationship with Jacob is the perfect representation of a healthy father-son dynamic. Andy's not rough around the edges and tough with him. It's an unashamedly loving relationship, and something we need to see more of. Let's put aside everything that happened after Jacob was accused. Closed off as he might seem, it's so clear he admires his dad. And Andy is a man who would risk it all for his kid. It's as simple as seeing the way he looks at him. He can't imagine anything ever changing the way he feels about him. And he probably thinks Jacob will never give him a reason for that to happen. He says "I love you" to him without sounding like there's a knife to his throat, jokes around with him, calls him 'buddy' more than he does his actual name, overall it would seem like we're watching best buds with a big ass age gap rather than a father and son 🤣

But back to reality, even after his son is being accused of murder, and him and his wife don't seem to agree on where they stand, Andy believes Jacob. He just sees a scared kid. On the surface, at least, that seems like what Andy thinks about the situation. However, given how good a certain someone portraying Andy (which is very easy to forget, as said certain someone fucking transforms and i see very little traces of him in this peformance) is at conveying emotion without saying a word, Andy won't have to open his mouth for his true feelings to come about. But let's not forget, he went off the handle in a very hot way upon finding a knife in his kid's room. His kid who is a very heavy sleeper might i add lmfao. He also, felt it appropriate to bring up his imprisoned father, which I honestly feel like had to be on account of some of his true feelings, whether he'd admit it or not.

The moment shit hit the fan for the Barbers is moment, I'm sure, we all felt a shift. I said last night that my anxiety was high even before Jacob's accusation, but after, I felt like I was experiencing the Barbers panic and helplessness with them, almost as though I was the accused.

Which brings me to my next point. We need to talk about that scene. You know the one. Where Lynn informed Andy for a situation I'm sure he never, in a million years anticipated. The level of talent radiating out of a certain someone is unmatched. Y'all (who have seen the show) saw the way the emotions raced across his eyes-his entire damn face? The disbelief in his voice, the tense, defensive stance he fell into? The heavy breathing, the anxiety that fell over him, the way he raced home desperately? If there's anything this show did for me and I'm sure so many others, is making us feel like we were experiencing the severity in person. And that's so special to me.

I won't get too much into this, but the way Jacob was handled by the police...well let's just say we know that wont be the behavior with everyone. And it has very little to do with his age, btw 😅

The way he pleaded for his dad almost had me tearing up. Being a lawyer, he feels as though his dad will protect him and make this situation go away. And if I was a 14 year old boy who was arrested for such a brutal murder, a lawyer who just so happens to be the man that raised me would be my first request.

Idk how I feel about the whole murder gene thing. I did however love the way the scenes kept switching, from Jacob finding out about Andy's dad to Laurie finding out. Their reactions were so similar and relatable. However, if that gets brought up in court as "evidence", that person is going to, and deserves to, get called tf out 🤣

Andy was entirely too polite to that waitress who was, very rudely, staring at Jacob. Maybe it's my inner drama lover, but if she stood there like an idiot looking at my kid, another thank you isn't all she was getting. Avert your eyes or lose them sis 🤬

Seeing everything progressively fall apart for the Barbers, while Jacob remains quietly oblivious broke my heart. Laurie being sent home (and highkey being fired lbr), losing her best friend, and seeing her son be treated like a criminal. Andy being increasingly protective of Jacob's every move, is understandable. I'm super excited to see the lengths he'll go to when it comes to protecting his kid, which, if the trailer is any indication, may not have boundaries.

A few more short notes:

Neal needa get hit by a bus and I volunteer

Leonard is a creepy mf which isn't really surprising but STILL

Pam shooting Andy down was lowkey harsh but she still pulled through so 🤷🏾‍♀️🤣

Andy not giving Neal the satisfaction of being closed off and succumbing to whatever drilling Neal thinks he doing is satisfying asf

Andy Barber is a dilf™️ in every scene

Am I the only one who heard Michelle's accent coming through in some things she says?

Laurie throwing the food Toby brought her in the trash without batting an eyelash, I got how she felt but that shit hurt to see 🤣

The actor playing Ben looks like the love child of Harry Styles and Grant Gustin

Wtf do Sarah and Derek know 😭 its killing me

Cherry Jones is killing it 🙌🏽

So is Jaeden, kid is blowing me away.

So is Michelle, her emotions are fucking mine up

The score is intense and adds to the anxiety we feel watching the show and I don't appreciate my emotions being played with in such a way

Chris Evans deserves an Emmy and if he doesn't get it we riot.

That's all for now, if I post anymore notes on the other episodes, obviously it won't be this long as from this point we're only getting one episode a week. Hope y'all enjoyed (if anyone bothers w this 🤣)💕

#chris evans #michelle dockery #jaeden martell #andy barber #jacob barber #laurie barber #defending jacob #defending jacob spoilers #djspoilers #apple tv

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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years

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tiktok famous (hc) - part four | p.p.

summary: episode four of tiktoks with y/n and peter ayooooo

warnings: cussing. what's new LOL

+ + +

- BACK AGAIN

- these are the imagines that i can pretty much just pump out because the plot line is like already layed out for me

- in conclusion i like writing these lol

- okay SO

THESE ARE ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE IDEAS::: spideybparker starbabez mrose12623 elliedevotee lilcassipuff buckybigbutt

THANK U! <3

^^ if you've changed your username i'm so sorry whenever i get requests i write down the username and it's lowkey difficult to track who is who and if they've changed it ahhhhh

- aight

- lets get into it

- yuhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- i'm gonna be saying yuh get into it so much in this imagine i apologize in advance

- like it's kinda bad

- oops

- so y'all know those audios that are like the fake calls

- it's like that man's voice he's like "hey whassup shorty your man around?"

- THAT ONE

- so naturally

- y'all know where this is going

- you and pete are just chilling (this is how all of them start. i feel like a broken record. help)

- you're like FUCK IT LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS

- you start recording

hey whassup shorty

- peter goes into FIGHT OR FLIGHT MODE

- he's just playing video games (fortnite aye) but the S E C O N D HE HEARS THAT RANDOM MAN'S VOICE

- fuckin RIPS OFF THE HEADSET

- EYEBROWS FURROWED AS HE LOOKS AT YOU HE'S LIKE

- huh wHAT NOW

- ????!!!!!!!!!!

- you fail at keeping a straight face cause the fucking AUDIO

your man around?

- a wheeze FLIES out of you mouth as peter SHOOTS UP FROM HIS CHAIR

- big "FUCK NO!" energy

- mans practically jumps on top of you

- he's like angry and confused at first but then he sees how hard you're laughing and just gets even more confused

"what was that?"

- his voice is all high cause it does that in tense situations

- puppy face is loud n clear!

- babey

- meanwhile you can't catch your breath for SHIT

- so you show him the video as you continue to literally die

- as soon as he realizes he just melts

- he's like laying on top of you and buries his face in the crook of your neck before bursting out into laughter and holding you tighter

"you can't do that!"

- god me thinking about that happening irl is giving me BUTTERFLIES

- sexc

- okay this one is another fake phone call

- just gonna jump into it it's pretty much the same situation

- in this one you two are over 18 btw

- for ~legal reasons~

- the audio starts playing with the ringtone and peter just glances over

- he's too busy watching b99

- naturally

hey this is dr. alvarez! we received your pregnancy test results

- WHAT

- peter has never jumped so hard in his LIFE

- tv is PAUSED even captain holt has the shocked expression (who am i kidding it's holt his facial expression is as dead as a brick)

- 🅱eter literally yells

"WHAT"

- audio keeps going

is there a time next week you could come in and talk?

"y/n what"

- he runs over to you and you bust out laughing as he looks at your phone and realizes it's a tiktok

- an annoyed smile pulls at his lips and he groans and wraps his arms around you

"you had me there for a second"

- let's just say peter parker had family on his mind a LOT more since then

- wink wink

- k SO

- queso

- haha

- anyways

- y'all know that one sound

pussy so good i could save that shit for later

- welcome to straight tiktok!

- so y'all just chillin on his bed as best friends do

- on ur phones and shit

- and peter parker is a basic bitch so he has the led lights

- which i want SO BAD btw ugh my room would be such a vibe

- update i'm editing this and i just ordered some ayooooo

- anyways they're currently blue so like

- innocent

- chill

- but THEN

- the audio starts playing from peter's phone

pussy so good-

- you gAsp as the lights turn red

- ur like

- holy shit i didn't know parker could do that

- next thing you know peter's hand is on your chin/jaw (just about ur neck OOPS)

- his mouth is practically ON your ear

- you see him holding his arm out in front of you recording and you can't help but laugh

- but DAMN

his jawline is out and everything and he's fucking SMIRKINGGGG as he whispers the lyrics into your ear

- BUTTAFLIESSSSSSSSSSSSS

- big mattia vibes (btw that man is NOT attractive i'm sorry)

- moving on

- i know i've written one of the ones where you kiss your best friend

- but time to turn the tables

- oh how the turn tables

- time for y/n to be a bad bitch cause WE MAKING THE FIRST MOVE!!

- hell yea!

- so it's late right

- like late late

- at least midnight (sleep schedule is MESSED from quarantine though so honestly late rn is like 2 or 3 in the morning yikes)

- and ur hella bored

- on tiktok

- the fuck else do you expect?

- and you start doing the thing where you start thinking about getting up and doing something and you think about it so much that you physically can NOT sit there any longer and must Move or Die

- i KNOW i am not the only one

- so that happens

- and you're like FUCK IT

- so you walk out of your room and into peter's next door

- oh to live at avengers headquarters and live next to peter parker

- you just fucking stroll in

- peter's fat ass just goes "hey thanks for knocking"

- meanwhile you can't even stand to look at him because you're afraid that if you do all of your confidence will VANISH

- so you set up the camera and start recording

- at this point peter's sitting up and just watching you cause he's so confused

- and

- (HERE WE GO)

- it takes everything in you not to RUN OUT

- but you walk over to him

- wrap a hand around his neck

- tilt your head and lean down

- when peter realizes what's going on he's like OH MY GOD

- fight or flight response HITS except its JUST FLIGHT

- HIS BODY CHOSE FLIGHT

- he fucking REELS back

- can't even process that his best friend and crush since EVER just tried to kiss him

- sdfjksdkfjsdfg

- DKJFNHSKDFNSLA

- you're like fuck! so you turn to start r u n n i n g a w a y

- but then his hands wrap around your waist

- you FLY backwards and laugh as the two of you flop into the bed

- and he kisses you

- mwah ha ha haaaaaa

- don't ask why the evil laugh just accept it

- i am tired yes it is only 8:43pm i am still tired

- NEXTTTTTTT

- so y'all know those povs where it's like you find out your soulmate's first words on your bday

- well

- ha

- you and peter are bored because ~ q u a r a n t i n e ~

- chilling at headquarters

- bored in da house and i'm in da house bored

- and peter's like "imma make a pov!"

- okay!

- so i'm just gonna lay it out for you HERE WE GO

- he has the generic countdown thing (text boxes saying 3...2..1! you know the deal) and then he looks at his wrist and it says "hey spider-boy!" and he gets so flustered - next clip it's him running into "you" (obviously you're not actually in it but he does the text box thingy) - you're asking about what it says and try to get a peek but he pulls away - next clip it's right before your bday - and then you find out your quote and it says "it's spider-MAN! cause i'm a man!" - and peter is just looking anxiously/happily at the camera

- PERIOD

- i hope that was a good visual idk i tried

- and uhhhh yeah that one stays in the drafts bc he doesn't wanna expose himself

- moving right along by the way it's raining rn and i'm listening to my kind of woman by mac demarco and UGH this song makes me so...... jkdfhsdk

- OKAY THIS IS ANOTHER STRAIGHT TIKTOK ONE

- but it's cute so

- fuck it

- y'all know it

i wanna put you in seven positions for seventy minutes babe

- mischievous as ✨hell✨

- oh my god i got another idea okay i'm writing that after this one

- anyways!

- you and peter are chilling

- note: i yell at myself every time i write that because the AMOUNT OF THESE THAT START THIS WAY GOD

- he's watching netflix or something idk

- fyi outer banks is overrated sorry not sorry

- yell at me if u want but

- it's riverdale for vsco girls

- you set up the camera and start recording

- audio starts playing and you climb into his lap and he's like WOAH

- you like put your hands on his cheeks/jaws lol and you start mouthing the lyrics

- but the THING IS (pt 1)

- homeboy catches on pretty quick

- and

- fuck

- he starts MOUTHING THE LYRICS BACK

- you deadass have to take a second and reel back to catch your breathe

- but the THING IS (pt 2)

- HE'S GOTTEN ALL INTO IT

- SO HE PULLS YOU BACK IN

- UR FUCKIN FOREHEADS ARE TOUCHING AND YOU BOTH JUST START REALLY AGGRESSIVELY MOUTHING THE LYRICS

- kinda hot doe

- something for u to think about at night

- hey bitch this is a reminder to write about the fairy comments

- thanks past me

- SO

- hmm lemme think

- okay

- so

- okay yes

- so peter-man posts a tiktok of him doing flips n stuff

- like very generic white boy look at me doing things

- and it's very impressive

- but

- you decide to just GO AT IT IN THE COMMENTS

- LIKE TOTALLY ANNIHILATE HIM

- i'm just gonna write some examples

- fuck me for writing this on a computer finding all these emojis on here is very difficult

- oh well

- here we go:

- oh my god a squirrel just climbed up the tree in my front yard and it caught me so off guard my heart skipped a beat

- wait okay irrelevant

- for real this time here we go:

you ate that 💕🧚‍♀️⚡🌟next time make it me instead 💖🧚‍♀️✨ omg peter you came on my fyp 🧚‍♀️💖✨but make it on me next 🧚‍♀️💕✨🦋 a necklace 💕✨🧚‍♀️⚡but make it your hands ✨💖🦋😌

- and so on

- lets just say when peter saw those

- his face got SO RED

- TOOK HIM AT LEAST TEN MINUTES TO COMPOSE HIMSELF

- AND THEN HE RAN INTO YOUR ROOM

"y/n what is this"

"uh fairy comments"

"but they're so-"

- you just stare at him and like

- shrug

- but knowingly

- HAHA OKAY NEXT ONE

- okay i took a break to go sit in the rain and eat hawaiian rolls 10/10 experience def go do that next time it rains

- i think i wrote one like this but with the supalonely dance

- so this time

- we doing the savage dance

- first of all that song is a BANGER

- second, the dance is SO FUN

- so it's the same thing as last time

- you set up the camera but have it face peter instead of u sneaky sneaky

- and then u start doing the dance of course

- and obv peter is like yuhhhhhhhhh get into itttttttttt

- clapping along and smiling and whooping

- supportive bby

- but THEN

- YOU THROW IT BACK

- HOMEBOY DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING

- HALF OF HIM IS LIKE OH FUCK I SHOULD'VE STOPPED HER

- OTHER HALF IS SAYING holy shit !

- once you finish you look at peter and he's just like 👁👄👁

- lol

- anyways

- you watch that video MULTIPLE TIMES afterwards

- okay in this one you and pete are 18+ because

- we like being legal 😌✋

- but it's one of those where you walk out in front of your boyfriend naked

- so peter just got home from patrol and climbs in through the window of y'alls shared apartment

- oh to live in an nyc apartment with peter parker UGH

"y/n? i'm home babe"

- the camera is shaking because you're laughing so hard and kinda nervy

- but you walk out of y'alls room and peter just turns to you

- nearly drops his fucking mask

- he's shocked for a second before he gets such a big smile on his face and throws you over his shoulder

- hehe

- okay last one i love this one sm this tiktok came up on my fyp and i immediately though THIS IS Y/N AND PETER

here it be::

https://www.tiktok.com/@wizqueifa_/video/6826567570116611333

god i hope that works and y'all can watch it lmk if u can't like if the link doesn't work or anything

- okay basically it's that tiktok but u and peter

- like that video EXACTLY everything about it is perfect

- that's it lol

- and i recommend watching her other tiktoks with her boyfriend bc their relationship is adorable and it's totally y/n and peter

- okay i think (hope to god) i've written all the ones that y'all requested

- i think i might only do just one more part of these???? idk i feel like if i just keep going on with them (cause obv trends keep coming) half this book would just be the tiktoks lol

- ANYWAYS

- peace out homies i love each and every one of you

- be kind to urself and try to be productive

- i'm gonna go try and write some more so

- yes

- MWAH <3

+ + +

hi i hope you guys are doing well

ily

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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ibitchytimemachine · 6 years

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Chapters: 28/? Fandom: Dragon Ball Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Bulma Briefs/Vegeta Summary:

Prince Vegeta "Destroyer of Worlds" is sent to investigate the rebel female who has made it her mission to destroy Frieza's planetary assets. How she is performing this feat or her motivations are a mystery as is another female that comes across his path, a Galactic Shadow Market Weapons Developer, Bulma Briefs. Bulma must stay on her toes as she plays a dangerous and seductive game of cat and mouse with the deadly prince.

I just finished binge reading this story. Y'all I passed up reading the latest chapter of @rockykelboa CFTT to finish the last few chapters of this I was so into it! My thoughts below the cut!

Ok - so imagine not a mange, but a legit American Comic Book with still working for Freeza Vegeta, Cooler, Jaco and Bulma. Thats this story. Bulma is a member of the Galactic Patrol who is working with Jaco to take down Freeza. All of the characters are overly described, and this colorful, over the top, universe is created. The story is so much fun. Everyone in the story (who is important) is extra amazing at what they do - Vegeta is both smart AND lethal, Bulma literally creates worlds, Freeza is not as brutal as I would expect him to be, he is more of the DBS Broly amused Freeza but he plays that role nicely. Jaco is Jaco. I know it doesn't sound like much, but as someone who loves the comic book-y tropes of the main characters being so extra awesome at what they do and pretty much everyone else sucking, this story really packs it in.

I do have several criticisms. The first is all the sex. I mean I know that sounds crazy, but once VegeBul starts fucking... like they don't do much else together. I realize that is probably about to change with the developments the last chapter gave us, but like.... Bulma must not chafe at all... and Vegeta cums and is immediately ready to go again.. Saiyan biology and all... but I personally need a breather in-between sessions. SO MUCH SEX. I will say that the writer knows how to write some fucking though.

Second - lots of grammar and spelling issues. It usually doesn't bother me, but sometimes it makes it difficult to understand the writers meaning. Tenses are something that this writer really struggles with. So if you are no a native English speaker, or have other issues related to reading or comprehension, you MAY have some issues with passages. A beat reader would do this story a LOT of good.

Third - and this is a spoiler, kinda obvious since this is a V/B fic, but still. Once Vegeta decides that Bulma is his mate (a touch that I really loved BTW) but he just becomes almost too OOC for me. Now - 99.9 percent of the time, OOC characters in a FF don’t bother me - but something about how far he goes when addressing Bulma in private just feels, iDK off? I love his internal dialogue, like he's praising Bulma so much in his head “My mate is so Beautiful, My Mate this.. My Mate that” It's awesome. It bothers me how much he does it out loud though. And it really takes away from the impact of him doing it when it would matter. Also, and this is nitpicky and I am sure some of you were so into it, but I wasn't a fan of the “teach me more about love” line.

Fourth - I need more Jaco. Like there is this amazing scene where Bulma gets in trouble and calls Jaco using her code word (panties lol great). In busts Jaco guns blazing and its SO RIDICULOUS and so amazing. Then later Bulma is talking about how Jaco makes a great old man in disguise. God I need more of these hilarious antics.

Like I know most of this review has been criticisms, but this story was so much fun to read. Its ridiculous, the characters are over the top, the world is over the top, the sex is ridiculous (wait till you read Vegeta’s dirty talking) but it is all the right amount of ridiculous, the right way. It works so nicely together and I AM DYING BECAUSE OF THIS CLIFFHANGER. On the extra plus side, at the time of this publish, the story has 28 chapters, with the last one being published just two days ago. So it appears that this writer updates really frequently.

Go Read it. It’s funny, sweet, over the top and just wonderful.

If you liked this review, after you check out this fic, head over to my A03 and check my stuff out too!

#btm fic review #reccommended #vegeta x bulma #a03 #SO FUN #Read it!

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kpooper-writings · 7 years

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hi! I love ur got7 scenario. ❤ idk if u do smut but if u do can u do a smut scene with bts jimin or jungkook? nd can u make it really angsty too??? thank u! ❤❤❤

of course i can! i hope you like it :) also, i might have gone jusssttt a littleeee overboard with the smut part hahaha. btw, this is my first time ever writing smut so please let me know how i did. thank youuuu :)

《BTS•JUNGKOOK》 International Playboy | A/S/18+

I do not own the GIF. Credits to the rightful owner(s).

Summary: you agree to become fuck buddies (or fwbs lol) with no strings attach with BTS JUNGKOOK. but little did you know that you were going to develop feelings for this international playboy. as you confess your love for him, he lets you know how he feels… will it make you smile or… will he break your heart? read on to find out!

Word Count: 1284

“Well, hello there stranger,” you smiled at Jungkook as you opened the door and motioned for him to enter. He entered your apartment, slipping off his shoes before closing the door hastily behind him.

“So, I take it you want to get down to business?” you said as Jungkook stared at you with a hungry look in his eyes.

He didn’t even give you a reply as he crushed your body against his, his lips pressed against yours. You opened your mouth to greet him and he pushed his tongue in. His hands explored your body, tracing over the few curves you had, and finally, slipping his hand under your shirt to caress your breasts. He flipped is hands all around your nipple and you moaned, closing your eyes to savor the sensations.

It felt like you kissed forever. Drinking from each other’s soul as you had once read somewhere in a novel. Finally, he broke off the kiss, leaving you breathless and aching for more.

“Jungkook-” you began before he grabbed you, throwing you over his shoulder and carried you to your room.

He sat you down on your bed before slipping off his t-shirt exposing his yummy abs.

You looked at him in awe. Even with his busy schedule he still had time to work out and keep in shape. Jungkook got on top of you as he started to kiss you again, his hands snaking its way down your leggings. As he slid his hand underneath your panties, his fingers hungrily searched for your hidden pearl.

“Ahh…” you moaned as he found your clit and started to gently rub it.

“God, I’ve missed this Y/N,” Jungkook murmured in your ears as he slowly starting teasing his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses. He pulled off your shirt, exposing your bare breasts and smiled before putting his mouth over one nipple and started to suck them.

“I love that you never wear a bra when you’re home, it’s so sexy,” he said as he switched to the other side. You were on cloud nine. The pleasure was so intense, you felt as if you could orgasm right there and then but Jungkook wasn’t done with the foreplay.

He rolled off of you and ripped your leggings to shreds before tearing in your undies.

“Jungkook!” you whispered in shock. He never did that before!

He merely smirked at you before lowering his head, eyes locked on yours and delved his tongue into your pussy.

You threw your head back and moaned. “Mm.. So wet and ready for me already I see…” Jungkook breathed against you, kissing your clit and licking your walls. He slid a finger in you and you moaned louder, giving him what he wanted.

His tongue danced on you, writing words that you didn’t know, and you enjoyed every piece of it. As he started to finger you faster and eat you out, you felt the pressure building.

“Jungkook, I’m-”

“Not yet baby.”

Jungkook stopped and freed his aching dick. As you opened your eyes to look, he stroked it once, twice, before rubbing it on you making you throw your head back again.

He slid his dick in you slowly, letting you adjust to his intrusion, before slamming hard all the way.

“Ahh!” you let out before he started to pump in and out faster and faster.

He would bring you on the edge of your orgasm and them stop, suddenly going slower and then start going fast again. He kissed your face, neck, body, sucking and massing your boobs as you moaned louder and louder.

“Jungkook I need to come, please,” you pleaded.

“No. Not yet.”

You got mad at his response. It was either now or never. You locked your thighs against his hips and rolled on top of hip. Now you were in command.

You rode him as he started to moan, one of his hand grabbed onto your hip while the other played with your breast. You rode him and as he tensed. You stopped. Letting him suffer the way he made you suffer.

“Y/N!!!” he yelled out frustrated.

“No, not yet,” you smirked at him.

“Two can play at this game,” he whispered darkly before picking you up and slamming you down on the bed.

Before you had a chance to breathe, he entered you from behind and started to fuck you hard.

As he continued to fuck you from behind and spank you lightly, your orgasm exploded, shaking you to your core.

“Jungkook….” you moaned closing your eyes as he tensed as slowed down, his own orgasm taking over him.

Time stood still as you both bathe in the aftermath of your intense love making. As he went limp, he slid out of you and went to get a towel while you laid in bed, trying to catch your breath.

“Here,” Jungkook threw you the towel as you cleaned yourself up and got dressed. By the time you finished getting dressed he was already sitting down dressed waiting for you.

“Jungkook… Theres something I want to tell you,” you said as you nervously tuck your hair behind your ear and waited for what seemed like forever.

“Are you pregnant?” he asked when you wouldn’t start.

“What?! No. It’s not like that,” you said as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Then what?”

“I… I know when we agreed to do this, we said no strings attached, just fuck buddies… friends with benefits, whatever. But.. I… I’m in love with you. And I want to be more than what we’re doing now,” you said quickly as you looked at the ground.

The air was thick. Silence draped over you guys.

“I gotta go. The boys are probably wondering where I am,” he said not looking at you as he stood up to leave. “This is over Y/N.”

Your head shot up, your eyes locking with his.

“JUNGKOOK!” you yelled as you ran to stand in the doorway, blocking him from exiting the room.

“I told you before, and I’ll tell you again, this is over,” he said as he pushed past you into the hallway.

“But why? Why can’t we?” you pleaded.

“When we started this, we both agreed to only be fuck buddies. Why do you want more?!” he shouted as he started your way to the front door.

“Tell me why I can’t want more, tell me why you don’t want to be with me. Tell me. Is it because I’m not an idol? Because of how I look? Tell me Jungkook!” you followed him.

He laughed at you.

“Why are you laughing at me!” you snapped.

“I don’t do romance, dating, relationships, all that stuff. I told you already. You don’t really listen do you?” he scoffed. “Well, let me tell you again, romance isn’t my thing.”

“Why not!?” you asked.

“I just don’t do romance,” he rolled his eyes.

You opened your mouth and closed it. You had so many things to say, but couldn’t even find your voice.

“Y/N… Listen. You’ll meet a real nice guy one day who will give you the world on a silver platter. He’ll give you head better than me, he’ll be better in bed, who knows. He’ll love you and give you everything you want. So don’t waste your time pining for me to love you, because that day will never come,” he touched your cheeks and wiped away the fallen tears.

“I just don’t understand why we can’t… Why you can’t be that boy,” you said not daring to look at him.

He laughed a lifeless laugh.

“Because I’m not worthy of your love nor do I deserve it,” he smiled sadly at you.

“Yes you are Jungkook! Don’t say that!” you pleaded once again, holding onto his hands.

He pried your hands out his, giving you a sorry look. “Heaven forbids you be with a guy like me Y/N,” he said as he walked out of your door and out of your life.

omg, so how’d i do? lemme knowww. did y'all like it? should i do a pt. 2? well, let your girl know~

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