Not too much plot in this one mostly set-up and time passing

BNHA Headcanons

Just some head canons I have

Midoriya

- Don’t challenge him to any video game. He will. Destroy. You. Does not matter if you’re his best friend. You’re going down, and he’ll smile the entire time.

- Animals?? Love him?? Koda low-key gets excited.

- Pretty good artist. He doesn’t do it a lot, but it’s one thing him and Bakouga have in common. Not that either know. (Thats a lie. Katsuki has seen him draw, but doesn’t comment. He’s a little impressed tbh.)

- As they get older, and he gets more stable with his quirk he just. Picks people up. Randomly. Todoroki in his way? Dat boi in the air and set down before he can blink. Iida ranting too early in the morning? Tossed over the shoulder and thrown on the couch with a very drawn out “shhhhhh”. Shoji cries the first time Izuku does it to him cuz he thought nobody could pick him up anymore. Piggy back rides are a regular thing by third year. Even Momo gets in on it. (They’re all low-key attracted by it, but no one saying shit.)

Bakugou

- Good artist. doodles mostly and doesn’t talk about it. 

- very big dog person. Cats are okay- he’d own one, yeah, but dogs are where its at. When he gets one later in life, people are shook by how well trained and affectionate the pupper is. 

- Tone deaf. No one takes him to karaoke after the incident.

- He likes?? Kids?? No one was expecting this when they went on a field trip to the elementary school. Kirishima kinda thinks its cuz he regrets what he did to Izuku, and is sorta trying to make up for it. 

- When no one is around, he listens to really soft music.

Todoroki

- By third year he is known as The Prankster. He’s gotten too comfortable. Everyone fears the 1st of April. Even Bakouga locks himself in his dorm. (The only ones safe are Izuku and Momo- but they help him in secret.)

- The sass master by second year. “Did you run all the way here?” “No, just briskly walking throws me into cardiac arrest.”

- Really likes small animals. Hamsters? Heck ye. Chinchilla? STOP HIS HEART WILL BURST. (But hes also scared he’ll accidentally hurt them. Sweet boi.)

- Ride or die friend. Will drive at two in the morning to wherever they hell u managed to land yourself at. Probably would help you hide a body too.

- This boy can’t figure out video games to save his life. Prefers chess and crosswords. (But will try to play for Izuku.)

- Surprisingly, he’s that one person always taking pictures. His phone is loaded with selfies of him and and his friends. The only physical evidence that he smiles. He carries a selfie stick around and no one lets him forget it (but he doesn’t understand why its so funny?? he likes taking selfies with his friends. :( )

Kirishima

- Unhealthy obsession with flower crowns. He has like 10 at his dorm that he wears around when they aren’t training. (He made them himself.)

- Rly good at comforting. best hugs. Well, after Shoji. Good listener. 11/10 would have as best friend. 

- Really likes fictional books. Especially action filled ones. Bakugou was v surprised when he was laying on his friend’s floor and looked under the bed to find. like. fifty books. They all have rlly colorful covers and outrageous plots, but Kiri will defend them to the ends of the earth.

- fav pass time is to just.. walk. Where is he? probs just walking around the school grounds. Has accidentally stayed out after curfew. Got an earful from Aizawa. 

Aizawa

- Makes some bomb ass tea. However, he prefers coffee or cocoa. Midnight regularly makes him brew the staff tea tho.

- Regularly daydreams about being a cat

- His apartment has one (1) picture hanging on the wall. Its of his cat. Mic gave it to him one year as a joke. The blond still cries a little whenever he sees it.

- he writes down and saves weird things his students say. He has enough material to make roughly 3 books filled with quotes. He’s planning to publish them when he retires.

Tokoyami

- Regularly gets attacked by birds. No. Really. It’s an actual problem. Birds are assholes.

- Both of his parents have regular human heads. His birth was very odd. And his dad couldn’t exactly accuse his mom of cheating, ya know? That would just raise so many strange questions.

- He’s not much of an animal person. The irony is not lost to him.

- Prefers hand-held games. He also joins Todo for chess usually. They are pretty evenly matched.


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Cookie Day (WinterIron Quick Fic)

This is just fluffy WinterIron. Just fluff. To make up for the tear fest that was “Moments” lol

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Bucky made….cookies.

Like really, really insanely good cookies. While humming, and listening to slow music as he took over the kitchen in the Tower. He even wore an apron most times.

And really, the team didn’t know what to do about it.

Mostly because even a year and a half after Steve brought him home, Bucky was still quiet more days than not. He still wore his hair long, his chin scruffy. He hardly ever smiled, hardly ever engaged with anyone. He was never in anything other than a long sleeve because he didn’t like the attention his arm inevitably drew, even though Steve had told him at least a hundred times that no one here ever noticed. He didn’t wake up screaming with nightmares anymore, but no one ever actually saw him sleep either so…

Anyway. Cookies.

Like, the best cookies in the world. Like thick and fluffy and packed with butter and chocolate and enough sugar to put an elephant down. And he absolutely refused to share.

In fact, no one was even allowed in the kitchen while he was baking. Clint had tried one time to scoop some cookie dough and Bucky had (accidentally) almost broken his hand.

So the team retreated, hovered outside the kitchen door and plotted ways to get to the cookies.

Steve had assured them that back in the day, Bucky had in fact been the best cook he had known, always making something in his mamas kitchen, and then cooking for Steve after his parents passed.

It didn’t matter what it was- thick, crusty bread, impossibly light pastries, and of course these amazing cookies— Bucky could make them no problem, and was happy to do every time Steve looked just the littlest bit hungry.

Of course Steve had been allergic to or at least sensitive to nearly everything back then, so little bites and nibbles was the best he could do. And now that he was a 100% healthy, super serum powered soldier who needed upwards of 4000 calories a day to keep his body running… well Steve was just as desperate as the rest of them to get his hands on some of Bucky’s cookies.

But alas, it wasn’t going to happen. Because Bucky only ever baked enough for himself, just enough to pile on a plate that he then hoarded on his lap during team movie nights, an entire gallon of milk sitting next to him because that’s how much milk it took to wash the cookies down.

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Finding Closure (Part 1)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,837

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mention of alcoholism, mention of death, mention of funeral, mentions of neglect, mentions of estranged family members, heartache, sadness, mentions of sad childhood

A/N: This is the first part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge. (Tay, please disregard until it’s completed!) Y'all wanted angst, well…I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. I tried not to but this story wouldn’t leave me alone. I’m not sure how many parts it will have.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

Originally posted by brokenmichael

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Two Halves Of A Whole

Requested by Anonymous 

Word Count: 4,264

Warnings: More plot than usual, more fluff than usual (neither of which you should get used to), a beautiful oxymoron of emotional smut, if there is such a thing. 

Please message me and let me know what you think. I deviated from my norm per request but still need your delicious feedback anyway before I get unsightly worry lines in my forehead, I’m far too young for them. Happy sinning! 

Dinner had been the worst kind of awkward - something that should have been happy but wasn’t. The boys were shells of their former selves, and the air was weighted with the knowledge of it. John was humorless and looked ten years older than he had before he left. Tommy was stoically absent in words and tightly reserved in actions. Arthur was the only one with any kind of fire in him, artificially fueled by the whiskey he’d been drunk off of long before the boys had stepped foot off the train in Birmingham.

It should have felt better to glance to the opposite end of the table and see Tommy, his chair no longer achingly empty. But you were discovering that there wasn’t much difference, his presence painful in its own way. The two of you had barely spoken, and there had been chances to, plenty ever since you two had desperately shoved your way to each other in the crowded train station.

Tommy’s crushing hug as people milled around you had been a false impression of what else he had to offer, taciturn and distant since the moment he’d let you go. Not anger, but an indifference - his arctic gaze blank when he managed to look at you at all.

“Just go on up love, I’ll finish these,” Polly muttered to you after dinner, the two of you scrubbing dishes and speaking in hushed tones, the house mostly quiet except for Tommy’s occasional footsteps on the floor above your heads.

“What if he found someone else?” you whispered, ignoring her and continuing your scrubbing. Polly was the only person you’d told your worst fear to. “What if he doesn’t love me anymore? Do you think that’s it?”

“Right, now you’ve lost it. Go,” Polly ordered, snatching the dishtowel from you. “Not even war could tear you two apart and you know it. Go on!”

“Fine,” you griped, dragging your feet as you headed upstairs. You had pictured it all very differently - you had been excited. Now you felt nothing but childish and avoidant, wanting to run into Ada’s room instead of your own, even though the man you’d loved since you were fifteen was finally back in it.

The pain of Tommy leaving had been unreal, your other half missing from a bed that grew colder each night he was gone. The two of you never stopped writing  - your collection of Tommy’s letters filled two whole spaces underneath loose floorboards in the room you shared. But reading them had eventually made you feel more helpless than ever, each one laced with a resigned pain as his heart grew heavier with each passing day. And now that heart stood in front of you, Tommy slowly poking at the fire in your bedroom with a hand in his trouser pocket.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind you felt loud and piercing, and when Tommy turned to look at you you thought he might be annoyed, your entrance breaking his peace. But if he was disturbed he didn’t show it, barely registering you before turning back around.

Unsure of what to do with yourself, you watched him. He looked taller somehow, manlier and domineering in a stance you barely recognized as something that belonged to him. The top-half of a scar peeked out from his undershirt, the red twisted skin warping on his shoulder each time he turned the fire.

Without thinking you walked to him and touched the skin lightly, tracing its shape, the edges looking like torn paper. The feeling of Tommy’s skin under your fingers was surreal, and your heartbeat felt loud.

“I remember when you - and Freddie - wrote me about this,” you murmured, “I thought it would be lower.”

Tommy continued to roll the fire, his voice blank. “Spend a lot of time picturing it, did you?”

“No,” you shrugged sadly, “couldn’t help it, I suppose.”

Automatically, like you used to, you arched up on your toes to kiss the back of his neck on the last knot of his spine your height could reach. Tommy’s shoulders briefly relaxed, his skin warm over the slacking muscles. But then they were tense again, stiff under your lips until he shifted his weight away from you, ending your kiss in such a way that made you feel like your chest had cracked.

“I have to go,” Tommy said, hanging the fire poker before walking towards his jacket. Dread crawled over your skin as you watched his back retreat, his eyes having yet to meet yours.

“O-Oh,” you stammered, feeling silly and unwanted; your face grew hot in the heavy pause between the two of you. “Have I done something?”

“No,” he answered you, breathy and dismissive. “I just have things to do.”

“Tommy,” you said quietly, watching him lace his shoes. “It’s late, and I thought you’d want to - I don’t know,” you shook your head in exasperation. “It’s been four years, Tommy.”

Intently focused on his coat, Tommy had nothing to say as he shrugged the black wool onto his newly-broadened shoulders.

“Please,” you whispered, your voice fractured and small.

Tommy winced, the only sign of life he had to give. Finally looking at you he sighed, scanning your face. Words unsaid rippled across his sculpted features and parted his lips until he thought better of it, the words catching in his throat and staying there. You caught the briefest flash of life in his eyes, a foggy window into heartache and torment. But then it was gone, his expression set as he pressed his lips against your hair quickly.

“I’ll be back later,” he turned and put his cap on, walking towards the door and unraveling you as he went.

“Is there someone else? In France?” you sputtered impulsively when Tommy had the door open halfway, tears beading in your lashes. “Tell me.”

Tommy sighed but didn’t turn, shaking his head and pinching the bridge of his nose. “There’s no one else.”

“Then what is it then?” Your voice was growing loud in desperation, tears spilling onto your cheeks. “Is it me?”

“No,” Tommy’s voice was heavy, strained. “I have to go.”

A sob fell apart in your chest as the door shut, Tommy taking the little warmth and hope you had as he left. The bed bounced as you dropped onto the mattress, the coldness of its deafening emptiness burning through your dress and into your skin. Heartsore and tired, you put your face in your hands and cried.

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Warmth enveloped you, soft and homey as you lay in bed. Eyelids fluttering, you drifted through the beautiful purgatory of being in between sleep and wakefulness. The air was cold as you breathed it in, smelling like the crisp, dry sweetness of coming snow as it briefly dredged your thoughts from slumber to visit the night.

As you rolled over and back into dreamland, the spicy smell of skin and whiskey filled your nose and you sighed in longing.

The brief pang of pain - one you had grown accustomed to - reminded you of what dreams felt like. Curling into the memories of Tommy’s warmth under the sheets, you found him there and slid your arms around his neck, ignoring the giggling French dolls in your mind that tried to beckon you towards nightmares instead.

Listening to Tommy whisper your name like a siren’s song, over and over, distant and far away, you groaned with content as you leaned back into the pillows. Somewhere in your conscious mind you knew Tommy - or a version of Tommy - had come home. Whether he still loved your or not was an issue for reality in the morning. The Tommy who was here now, drinking in your skin and whispering to you with whiskey lips was the Tommy that both your memories and your dreams knew well, and it was the one you chose.

But the Tommy of your dreams began to feel oddly real, his kisses hot across your collarbones as he twirled strands of your hair around his fingers and pulled at them gently. The taste of whiskey drew you one step closer to the land of the living, Tommy’s tongue warm with it as he finally pressed his lips to yours, kissing you and groaning with a deepness that shook your bones awake.

Without thinking you kissed him back, grateful for any scraps of love he could painfully tear from himself to give you. No matter how much you wanted to question, to speak, you didn’t dare break the trance of Tommy moving over you, pushing your nightgown up to your ribs while you traced the planes of his bare chest. Although the taut bands of muscle over his frame were new, he still felt like home and you hoped you did too.

Kissing him was easy, a seamless dance that you had gone too long without - although neither of you had forgotten a step. Running your hands over him, you reacquainted yourself with the new feelings of his knotted scar and the short velvet hair on his head. The thin skin below his ear was still soft on your lips, the growl it produced was still hungry. You felt each knot of his spine, trailing a finger up and down their ridges.

Tommy returned his lips to your neck and you opened your eyes, feeling him nudge your knees apart with one of his to settle his hips between your legs. The candle had been blown out, the bedroom nothing but moonlight-colored shapes. As wakefulness began to clear your mind, Tommy’s kisses stopped feeling like love and began feeling like desperation, your body Tommy’s idea of a solution to a problem he hadn’t been able to solve with whiskey and fighting.

Failing to hide your emotion, you inhaled shakily and Tommy immediately halted, your chest rattling with the thickness of uninvited tears. Tommy inched back up to you and pressed his forehead to yours, swiping the moisture from your cheeks with his thumbs and shushing you gently.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling like it was your first time all over again, vulnerability laced into every bit of you as you shook your head until Tommy held it still. “I’m sorry, Tommy.”

“Don’t be,” Tommy whispered, rubbing circles into your temples before he laid in the crook of your neck. You felt his eyes scrunch shut against your skin.

“If there’s somebody else-”

“It’s not somebody fuckin’ else,” Tommy snapped. Cold air rushed into the space between you as Tommy pushed up and away from you, sitting back on his heels, hands on his thighs. He muttered to himself before wrenching his eyes shut again, bowing his head with a voice edged with exasperation. “It’s me, alright? It’s fucking me. Fuck.”

A hurt you hadn’t felt in a few weeks took hold of you and sunk in, your soul weighted with the same heaviness was planted when Tommy’s letters had begun to get bleaker. The hasty scrawls of ink on the scraps of foraged paper had seeped with an unsoothable pain, but now it was here before you, the grief dark as it bled from him.

The calm that only realization could bring came over you as you watched twelve steady rises and falls of Tommy’s shoulders, thinking he looked as lovely as you had ever found him. Sitting up, you brought the sheet with you and settled on your knees before him, your face even with the top of his drooping head. The faint moonlight shone on what remained of his longer locks, making their glossy darkness pallid and flat.

“You can tell me, Tommy.”

“There’s nobody fucking else-”

“Not that - I believe you,” you interrupted him as gently as you could, reaching up to touch his chiseled cheek. “You can tell me anything Tommy. That hasn’t changed. Has it?”

Tommy laid his hand over yours, pressing it harder into his pale skin. He looked at you with a set jaw. “I’ve changed. Things have changed.”

“I know,” you said softly, the two of you observing each other for a few moments as a carriage passed outside, hooves clopping heavily in the empty night.

Sweeping a lock of dark hair from his forehead, you smiled and felt the dried tear stains split dryly on your cheeks. “Do you think that scares me, Thomas?”

“I’ve done things,” he said simply, not answering your question. He didn’t look at you as he rubbed your cheekbone, following the path of his thumb with sad eyes. “And I’ve seen things. Alright? It won’t be the same.”

“Do you love me any less?”

“No,” he whispered, voice strained with emotion as he squeezed your hand for emphasis. “That will never change.”

“And I don’t love you any less, Thomas Shelby. You don’t scare me.” Craning your neck to silence his protests with a kiss, you murmured against the softness of his lips, “I don’t need you to be the same - we don’t need it to be the same. I love you, and all the demons you brought back with you, too.”

Tommy’s forehead pressed against yours as he shut his eyes and sighed heavily, your noses brushing. Pulling you close, he clutched you to him with a need that kept you silent, his hair tickled your shoulder as he settled into the crook of your neck. Stiffening slightly in surprise before sliding your arms over his shoulders, you let him lean on you and trailed your fingers over the freckled skin of his back, exhaling emptiness so you could fill your lungs with him.

Time passed, the paleness of the moon lightening your bedroom as it rose higher in the black sky. Tommy held you tightly, a silent statue even as his eyes wet the dip of your collarbone, the drops pooling there as you brushed the top of his head slowly. Knowing he didn’t want words, you said nothing as you played with different locks of hair and gazed out the window at the black spread of rooftops.

The rhythmic coexistence between the two of you began to lull you to sleep, your breathing matched. Tommy’s hand tracing your spine was mesmeric, grazing your skin slowly as you leaned on each other.

Tommy straightened when he felt you start to flirt with sleep, your wakefulness willingly returning when he pressed his lips to yours softly. Feeling him move your legs around his waist felt as natural as it ever had, the muscle memory eager to be remembered.

Whispering your name whenever he got the chance, Tommy held you tight and ran his hands wherever they could reach, as if he was finally realizing he was home, and you were real. You finally felt like you weren’t kissing someone who was lost, the movements of Tommy’s lips against yours were not empty of life, no longer a barren forest.

The rough callouses of his hands scraped you in a way that made your back arch and your breaths grow heavy, Tommy suddenly insatiable in his need for your skin, swearing as he gripped you everywhere he could.

By the time your hips had begun to roll into each other’s you were hot with wetness and hunger, gasping wispily as Tommy sucked at your neck and murmured to you, sliding a hand under your nightgown to trace one nipple and then the other. Fingers curled into his muscles, you held him tight as you felt his cock harden against you, the dry friction of his boxers on your lingerie the most pleasure either of you had had in years.

By the time Tommy tossed you backwards onto the pillows your clothing had made piles on the floor, Tommy’s boxers lying dangerously close to the dying but still capable fire. His skin was stark in the moonlight as he crawled over your body, eyes shut as he savored the taste of your skin, sheened with sweat.

But his lips were all you wanted to taste, and you clawed for him until his face was near yours again. Kissing him fervidly, you traced Tommy’s cheekbones and held his head to yours as your tongue danced gracefully with his. When he pulled away and held himself over you in silence a single strand of fear brushed you, taunting.

“What is it?” you breathed, your hands trailing down his hardened biceps.

Gazing at you half-lidded, Tommy eased down onto his forearms after a few moments and shook his head. “I’ve missed you, love.”

Tommy moved lower to run his tongue over your nipples, your chest hitching shallowly and then deeply when he slipped a finger into the hot wetness between your legs, running up and down with a tantalizing slowness.

“Have you missed me?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

Tommy hummed in approval, moving down your body until he could watch himself work, leaving love bites on your inner thighs while he pushed his finger inside of you, his smirk devious and familiar as it crept across his face when you arched into him.

Your skin was peppered with marks by the time your impatience had grabbed hold, and it felt ethereal to finally beg, “Fuck me, Tommy.”

“Mm,” Tommy considered, kissing your hipbone softly and smelling your skin. “Not yet. I have some indulging to do.”

And indulge he did, taking his time on you as he graced all the spots that had fallen to neglect in his absence. He easily found the patch of skin below your hip that made every nerve swear, he hadn’t forgotten that dragging his lips along the ribs below your breasts made your toes curl; his hand softly rubbed circles onto your clit all the while. By the time his mouth was back on your inner thigh he had your hips pinned to the bed to stop their wriggling.

Obliging at long last, Tommy’s lips were silk on your pussy as he kissed you, the lightness of his brushes against you as eager with enthusiasm as they were gentle with reverence. Spreading your legs with his elbows, he held them open and steadily flicked your clit with his tongue, watching you with glinting eyes that were onyx with pupils.

Trying to contain yourself was a useless act, and you didn’t care if you woke up all of Small Heath, crying out as Tommy’s tongue inside of you made your hips arch from the bed. Sliding his hands beneath you to grip your ass, he refused to let you twist away and rose with your hips, holding you to his mouth.

Writhing with only your upper back against the mattress, your hips danced helplessly and Tommy easily followed, sucking at your clit and humming in appreciation until the vibration made you start to whine.

Shivers of pleasure lit your skin on fire and you bunched the sheets in your fists, his tongue ruthless against your increasingly sensitive clit. Easing you back down onto the mattress, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, rubbing skillful circles onto your clit softly.

“How long has it been, love?”

Heavy breathing was your only answer, no space for words between the increasing speed of your gasps, your muscles tightening around him.

“Too long, that’s right,” he smirked, hastening the pace of his fingers on your nerves. “Cum for me.”

If you had the breath you could have laughed at how good it felt, your body rippling as your world fuzzed around the edges. Tommy curved his fingers into your g-spot and stroked, the sight of you toppling over the edge making him voracious, his nails sinking into your thigh.

“Look at me,” he ordered, hoarse with desire.

Chin on your chest, you barely succeeded in keeping your eyes on his while you came onto him, your brows knitting deeply as your mouth fell open. Tommy watched you with a mix of unending adoration and unrefined lust, cooing to you as he coaxed out the last wisps of orgasm that had been waiting for him to do so for far too long.

Tommy finally dragged his eyes reluctantly from yours and exhaled sharply as he watched your pussy spasm around his soaked fingers. Leaning back against the pillows, you let the stars fade from your vision and waited for him, jerking slightly in sensitivity as he kissed up your wetness.

The taste of you on his tongue was something you’d missed, and you drank it in as he returned to you, your head rising from the pillow to meet him. Tommy caught you, cradling you close as he nipped at your lips, reaching down to slide his fingers in and out of you until you were whimpering again.

“My turn?” you asked, jutting your bottom lip out before biting it.

Tommy watched you darkly and growled, spinning your vision as he quickly took you up in his arms and lifted you off the bed to set you on your knees.

Smile spreading voraciously, you waited patiently for Tommy to straighten and step closer to you, your mouth falling open in unashamed wantonness at the sight of him.

Pulling at his legs hungrily you brought his cock to your mouth, teasing him as you ran your lips up and down the side of its length, staring up at him with doe eyes.

“I thought about this very often, you know,” you murmured into his skin, running over him.

“Is that so?” Tommy mocked mildly, watching you and twirling a piece of your hair around his finger. “Such a vivid imagination you have, dirty girl.”

Assenting with a hum, you swirled your tongue around the head of his cock until he groaned, gathering your hair in his hand. You savored him as he had savored you, relishing in every one of his shivers and low moans as you took the length of his cock into your throat over and over.

“Fuck,” Tommy swore, watching you work your mouth and your hands over him, his grip tightening in your hair as he began to push your head himself. “Just like that, love.”

With eyes to the ceiling, Tommy groaned deeply as he moved your mouth onto his cock roughly, the feeling of it making your pussy throb. You couldn’t help but touch your clit, whining around his length as you felt your own wetness. Tommy brought his attention back to you in a lustful haze, a devilish open-mouthed smirk on his face as he watched you.

Reflexive tears rolled onto your cheeks but you barely felt them, small prices to pay for the feeling of Tommy’s cock down your throat. You hummed in pleasure, your spine electric as you touched your clit, the taste of Tommy on your tongue. Just when your jaw began to stiffen did his breathing grow heavy, no traces of icy blue in his eyes as he grew closer to release.

But then he pulled you from him, allowing you a few gulps of air before bending down to kiss you deeply, his hands large on your face and words of love warm on his lips as he pulled you to stand.

Warmth spread through you as you threw your arms around his neck, jumping into his arms to wrap yourself around him, Tommy brought you both back to bed and held you in his lap, kissing you hard and breathing you in, insatiable.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you bit at Tommy’s neck as you sat on him and reached down to palm his cock, wet with your mouth’s work. A groan you realized was yours shook your chest as you felt the hard length of him in your hand, Tommy’s breath growing ragged again as you stroked him.

Tommy pulled you from his neck gently by your hair, grasping your head in his hands as he kissed you fervently, your moving lips inseparable by a pulling gravity. Pushing Tommy’s cock against your dripping entrance, you rubbed it against you until he moaned hotly into your mouth.

With a roll of his hips Tommy was suddenly inside you, hissing through his teeth as you moaned his name against his parting lips. Absence had tightened your pussy and you burned deliciously as Tommy took his time working his way in and out of you, each inch gained leaving you more breathless than the last. Tommy never stopped kissing you, his hands broad on your back as he eased you onto him completely, hushing your whimpers as you stretched for the size of him.

Stroking you strongly, Tommy rested his forehead on yours as he held you close, picking up his pace as he felt you relax around him, the long lost waves of pleasure rolling through your muscles. His words were hot in your ear and his cock was thick in your pussy as he fucked you until your eyes rolled and your nails left half-moons in his shoulders.

Soon the two of you were close, set to cum together with sweat-dewed skin and panting breath. Tommy’s gaze was searing and warm and home all at the same time, and you had no desire to look away.

While Tommy was gone every action had been an effort, every movement taking conscious thought to complete when your heart was miles away, in danger and alone. But thought was no longer privy to the world you two were now in, nothing but moans and aphorisms of love breaking the silence of night. Worries and horrors would never find you here, and Tommy was able to move without fear at long last, his hands never leaving your skin as he finally came home.

Study Buddy (alternative ending) | Tom Holland Smut

Requested: no
Rating: R for smut!!
Summary: You’ve been working way too hard for school, Tom sets out to help you relax in the best way he knows how. (This is basically the same as the other imagine if the same title except in this one it’s alternative in the sense you guys ~do it~ to relax ;)) lmaooo ).
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You groaned, letting your head fall onto your crossed arms that lay on your desk. You sat in front of your computer, trying to work on school. You were more stressed than ever, with deadlines coming up sooner than you wanted them to.

You felt overwhelmed and while you knew you should probably take a break, you didn’t want to lose whatever train of thought might pull into your head the longer you sat at your desk, growing more and more tired, and less and less motivated to work.

“Hey, love, still working on school?” Your boyfriend, Tom stepped into the living room where you sat at your desk top monitor. You turned your head without lifting it from your arms to get a look at Tom, who walked over quickly to where you sat. You nodded in response to his question and he hummed in acknowledgment. “How’s it going?”

“It’s going, I guess,” you said with a flatter tone than usual. You hated to risk Tom thinking you were cross with him and not just frustrated with yourself and school, but you were so tired that you didn’t have the will power to make your voice more enthusiastic.

“Well, love, why don’t you take a break? Feel like I ‘aven’t seen ya all day,” Tom placed a kiss to your shoulder. You hummed in approval at the contact, your body ached from sitting in one spot for so long, your legs felt cramped, your back ached from hunching at your computer, your heart ached because you were tired of working (and a bit lonely working all on your own), and your head hurt from thinking as hard as you could all day.

“Ooh, babe you’re really tense!” Tom said, putting both hands on your shoulders, beginning to massage out the knots in your back. You groaned quietly when he began to work on a particularly tense spot and he smirked a bit, pitting you, but now his mind was occupied with the thoughts of the effect his hands had on your body.

“Love, I’ve barely seen your beautiful face since I got back touring, I miss you,” he whined, continuing to massage you. “Why don’t you take a break for just a few hours,” you sat up, turning slightly to face him. “I’ve really gotta do my work,” in all reality it wasn’t due for another few days, you were sick of thinking about school though, so you were anxious to get this work done.

“What’s on your plate for today, princess?”

Tom had ulterior motives, he genuinely wanted to help you get done, but only to make you feel better, but he couldn’t deny that he missed touching you after being on tour.

“I just want to get my studying done today,” you explained as Tom planted kissed down your neck, his hands still massaging further and further down your back towards your ass.

“Well, my beautiful smart girl,” Tom punctuated his words with a kiss to the top of your head, his hands dangerously low on your back, “why don’t you let me give you a massage, and while I do you can tell me everything about what you need to study, and then we can play a review game?” His hands squeezed lightly at your ass, or at least what he could reach with you still sitting in the chair. You wanted to resist, but with his lips on your neck and his hands kneading yoir hips you couldn’t say no, so you simply nodded, you had underestimated how much you’d missed Tom’s touch while he was away, you’d planned on making his time on break more exciting but so far you’d been mostly holed up doing your work.

“Good, alright, well, why don’t you come lay on the couch and tell me about what you remember,” he suggested and you nodded, laying on your stomach on the couch. Tom got a pillow for your head to rest on, and you put your head down, arms extended slightly forward. Tom’s hands were warm, and set to work on your back. “Princess, you’re not wearing a bra?” He questioned, running his hands under your shirt so he could feel your soft skin. You shook your head ‘no’, confirming his theory, his hands passing from the small of your back to your shoulder blades, working out all of the tense spots he could find, every once in a while kissing your back. You told him about all the topics you’d have to know and by the time you made it to more specific facts, his hands were sliding over your ass, making you pause. “Keep talking, princess,” he teased, knowing he was making it slightly difficult.

You continued to talk and Tom’s knowing hands massaged out your legs from your toes to your thighs, his fingers intentionally brushing against your core as they moved to massage the curve of your hips.

You whimpered, Tom knew what he was doing and now you were in on his plot.

“Tom, please,” you said, moving your hips. Tom gently pinched the spot where your ass met your leg, making you jump slightly. You were so responsive, especially after the two of you had been apart for so long. Tom couldn’t help but think to himself that this was going to be fun. He grabbed some papers from your desk that he had seen you studying off of before and walking back over, your eyes never leaving his body as he did.

“Now, how about a review game? He questioned, holding up your papers,” you nodded, curious to see what he had in store.

“Alright, how about we up the stakes, on the game though?” You raised your eyebrows at him to communicate your confusion and skepticism.

“I’ll touch you, and believe me I can feel that you want it, YN, he teased, his hand grasping between your legs where you could feel pressure had already started to build. “I’ll touch you,” he repeated, palming you through your shorts. “And I’ll continue to get you off as long as you get the answer to my questions right, if you get one wrong, I’ll stop and start over somewhere else,” you nodded eagerly, just wanting Tom to touch you.

“Alright, love, you ready?” You nodded again, flipping over and taking off your sweatshirt, leaving you in only your short-shorts and underwear. Tom smiled at your eagerness and kissed you on your lips for a moment before pulling away, his hand skimming over your torso, from the waistband of your shorts to the bottom of your breasts. “Oh, and no touching yourself, or me,” Tom said.

You nodded obediently, just wanting him to touch you. The first few questions had gone well, but then it was time for the geography section of your final. “What’s the capital of Portugal?” Tom asked, his hand stroking firmly back and forth over your covered core, his finger flicking at your clit through your clothes as his had passed the area. You were whimpering, your eyes squeezed shut. “Tom, please,” you begged, you knew that he already knew you couldn’t think of the answer.

“Do you know, princess? Just guess,” he chucked, eyes flirting from you to your study guide. You bucked your hips into his hand, hoping he would abandon the game and just focus on pleasing you.

“Babe, what is it?” He teased, finger circling your clit now through your thin shorts. “Please, please just touch me, Tom,” your climax building.

“Sorry, babe, the answer is Lisbon,” he said, and retracted his hand, now it gently skimmed over the skin of your inner thigh. You felt like you could cry, so desperate for release.

“You’re alright, pretty girl, now, what’s the capital of Peru?”

“Lima,” you panted and he nooses with a smile. “You’re so smart, darling, so pretty, so hot,” he grinned, his hand once again rubbing over your sensitive core, applying gentle pressure.
“Take them off,” you said, lifting your hips slightly and nodding towards your thin shorts.

“As you wish, darling,” he said with a smirk, his tone light. He hooked his fingers into your waistband and pulled down your shorts, your body left covered only by a lacy pair of underwear.

Tom hummed at the sight of your underwear and brought his hand back up, rubbing you over your underwear. A few correctly answered questions later and his fingers were pumping in and out of you slowly and deeply, you were moaning louder than ever, your hands grasping at the couch above your head.
“Well, princess, that was the last question,” he said, and pulled his hand away, standing up. You sat up instantly.

“No, Tom, please, stay, please make me feel good, I need you, I-”
“Easy, my love,” Tom said, taking off his clothes except for his underwear. “I wouldn’t leave you hanging like that,” he cooed, sitting at the opposite end of the couch, you nodded happily, relaxing into your original position, lying back down on the couch.

“Now, one final question, darling, what do you want?” He smirked, you were no stranger to this question, Tom often asked you this in times like these and it never failed to make you even more excited, his voice low and gravelly.

“Your mouth- your cock,” you whimpered, reaching a hand out towards him.
He grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers, leaning forward and pulling your panties down with his teeth. He got them mid-way down your thighs before using his free hand to pull them off of you completely. His hand returned after once again sliding up your body to grab your other hand as his head went between your thighs.

You gasped as he began kitten licking everywhere, then paying special attention to your clit. Tom and you had done this enough times that he knew exactly what you liked. His tongue darted in and out of you rapidly, the tip periodically moving over your clit. You knew you looked completely wrecked, sweat glistening on your skin, your voice beginning to grow hoarse and your eyes watering due to the amount of pleasure you’d received.

“So goddamn beautiful,” he spoke with his face still in contact with your core, you moaned at his praise and squeezed his hands in yours.
He continued his work on you with his mouth until you let out a moan louder than any before, your legs shaking and pleasure racking through your entire body, your eyes squeezed shut.

“So good for me, darling,” his voice was raspy and he removed his hands from yours to pull his tight underwear down, his bulge apparent. His length seemed to get even bigger once it was freed from his underwear.

You whimpered, Tom positioned himself over you, his eyes widened suddenly. “Shit, okay I’ll be right back hang on a second babe,”

He came back seconds later after digging through a drawer in the next room, coming back with a condom packet he opened with his teeth. He rolled it down his length and returned to his position over you, your hands pinned above your head with one of his. He used his other hand to line up his cock at your wet entrance, circling your core with his tip a few times before you said “enough with the teasing, fuck me already,” your voice much breathier than you’d anticipated.

“Anything for my beautiful, smart, amazing girl,” Tom smirked and pushed into you suddenly, you yelped, quickly adjusting to his size. He sensed you were comfortable and began to pump in and out of you faster and faster, keeping a steady rhythm. Your hips met every time he pushed into you and you moaned his name so loudly you worries the neighbors would hear what the two of you were doing on the couch of your living room.

Tom pinched your nipples one at a time, the other hand keeping yours held firmly in their position above your head. He kissed down your body while still thrusting fast and deep into you, reaching down to rub at your clit again. “Such a good girl for me, aren’t you, such a fucking good girl, YN,” he moaned and you felt your release hit you without warning.

Your body convulsed, your eyes rolling back slightly and your entire body feeling like never before, bliss completely taking over. Tom was quick to follow, his hips shaking rapidly as he finished, pulling out of you after a few slow thrusts to ride out your high.

He removed the condom and threw it away in the next room along with the wrapper. Coming back, his eyes scanned over your body, glistening with sweat and eyes closed, still enjoying the sensations that followed such a strong orgasm.

“You alright?” Tom said, pulling his underwear back on and sitting on the couch, pulling your legs so they laid on top of his. You nodded, completely blissed out.

“I circled all the answers you had trouble with, obviously some of them were because you were a little distracted,” Tom teased. You smiled and rolled your eyes at him. “You’re going to do great on your exam, alright?” You smiled, your boyfriend was so sweet and thoughtful, you’d almost forgotten that this had all spiraled out of you being tense at your computer.

“Thanks, for making me take a break,” you smiled, “definitely worth it,” you added wth a small laugh. Tom laughed along with you. “Good, you’re definitely less tense now,” he teased back and you rolled your eyes, a smile still playing on your lips.

“Want to get cleaned up? We could shower and order take out and relax some more?” Tom offered, his hand rubbing sweetly over your legs again. You nodded and Tom gently picked you up from the couch after standing, carrying you to the shower. “My sweet, genius girl,” he spoke as you started the water. “How did I get so lucky?” You smiled, leaning over to kiss your boyfriend. “I ask myself the same thing every day.”

p3/p5 family au info thing

first and foremost, i’d just like to reiterate that this is an au so i can do whatever i want with it, don’t go militant on me for having fun pls thanks 

alright so i woke up with like 409386093 asks about the parents dying [niijima parents’ death isn’t a spoiler but there are p3p spoilers in here so watch out :0….]  and i suppose this is needed shdfjfgkhfjal i’m laughing so hard- so the range of questions i got are “YOU’RE GOING TO KILL THEM OFF?” “THEY’RE GOING TO DIE” “THIS MEANS THEY’RE DEAD” and

OKAY SO, i originally made this au so i can have them both alive and happy so, it doesn’t really follow p5verse that much. i didn’t really think too deep about this au to ponder about how they’ll die because i just really wanted to have an akiham family to play with LOL (i like to call this branch “please save me from p3p depression”)

however, after some development with friends, it got a little bit more angsty and this is where it starts to follow p5verse more. so back to the original p5 plot: yes, both parents will die like how p5 has told. (i call this branch “Depression Setting In” GKSGLSKG:AL;)

so basically:

  • first branch = lighthearted; “No Angst Allowed, Good Time Only”
  • second branch = angsty, bittersweet; “lms if u love eating shit and dying”

i like both branches tho so i will most likely draw for both sometimes! mostly just the first branch tho bc i wanna run away from depression pls so i apologize in advance if i ever confuse you all with that HAHA so you can interpret my drawings with whichever branch you prefer: if you love being in post-p3p/p5 canon denial bliss or eating shit and dying, it’s up to you my dude

for the second branch, to answer the questions:
1) “how will hamuko die?”

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gangsae  asked:

I have a problem with writing dialogue and that is I write too much of it, in other words my dialogues are too long. How do i make them seem long and good and important without it lasting through 20,pages? Also, how do i say, rather than show, some of the dialogues,but in a way my readers dont feel like they missed out?

cleverly asked:

hi! been following for a year or so and i’m so grateful for this blog. you’ve helped me and others out a ton. i find that when i write, my first draft is very dialogue-heavy. when i go back and edit it’s mostly to fill in the spaces between spoken word, but i always feel like i don’t have enough detail for others to see what i see. what are some ways i can improve on adding more detail? i’ve been practicing by journaling/freewriting, but this style doesn’t really find its way into my WIP. thx!

secretkeeper007 asked:

Hello! I’m writing a novel and I feel like I have a lot of dialogue. Is that okay? (It’s in 1st person POV).

Wow, a lot of synchronicity here! 

Nothing makes me close a page of fanfic faster than Wall O’Dialogue. And it’s not just fanfic: I have actually photocopied pages from a professionally edited and published book so that I could go through and write down (it was a library book) who was talking. 

Thank you all for realizing it’s an issue and looking to deal with it. 

Relentless dialogue is just as frustrating to your readers as an unparagraphed wall of text or reams of irrelevant infodump. 

tl;dr: You don’t have to kill your darlings. You do, however, have to stuff a sock in them sometimes. 

Dialogue should be like any other part of your story – essential to plot and characterization. 

If you’re writing a story in novel format, you don’t want it dominated by dialogue. That’s called a screenplay. But you’re writing a narrative; you’re struggling with things like plot and point of view. Too much dialogue can mean too little action.

Then again, your characters reveal themselves to the reader through conversation. And you might just need to slow the action down for a minute, so you have them talk. How do you sort it all out? 

Ask yourself: Is it necessary? 

Your first task: Make sure your dialogue is advancing the story or revealing character. If it’s not necessary, cut it out. Save the file … it might be useful later, but remove it from your working draft. 

Next: Break up the dialogue you still need if you haven’t already. Your four main tools for breaking up (necessary) dialogue are:

1. dialogue tags: he said, she asked, they replied. Be specific, use the character’s name if you have to, try to avoid fancy words like “he articulated.” 


2. action beats: “I’m not going,” he said, dropping the book on the floor; or 


                        Xander tossed the book on the bed. “I’m not going.”


3. inner monologue: “I don’t care what you think,” Tamsyn said. 


                             Juno was tired of her bullshit. She knew T cared. Juno was tired of her own anger. This was no way to have a relationship. But T wasn’t in a place to listen, and Juno had no other way to explain it.


                            “OK, if that’s how you feel, I’ve got nothing else,” Juno said as she turned to leave. 


Inner monologue is an excellent device for replacing dialogue that you cut out. Instead of having your characters go back and forth, put the reactions into the inner, real-time thoughts and reactions of your POV character. Sometimes, what your character does NOT say out loud is far more revealing and interesting.

 
4. actual action: Nothing wrong with interrupting your blathering lovelies with plot- or character-revealing action. Someone bursts into the room with news … something is happening on the TV news that’s relevant … one of your characters gets a phone call or text that is disturbing, etc… 

Underwriting/Under-describing

Another reason we resort to too much dialogue is that we are covering for a lack of description, also known as underwriting. We don’t want to insult our readers by being obvious, because part of the fun of reading is connecting the dots. It’s up to you, the writer, to make sure there are just enough dots. 

Don’t jump to conclusions without presenting the evidence first. Nobody changes their life simply because of one conversation – although one conversation can spark a series of interim changes that will have life-altering and story-altering effects.  

Maybe you need to do more research on the setting. Maybe you need to interview your characters to find out more about them – do a questionnaire or other character building exercises. 

Ask your beta readers what they think is lacking. Remember, your first draft is going to need work, so don’t get too bogged down trying to make everything perfect on the first pass. 

You can find more help here. An author shares her struggles with description here

More resources

There are additional tips in these articles here and here

If you want to learn good dialogue, read good dialogue, as recommended here and here.

– Aliya, currently feeling your pain with a dialogue-heavy section of her fanfic

Winter Wonderland - Finn x Reader (Holiday Fic Extravaganza!)

REQUEST: can you do one where finn takes you skating for a fun winter date??? 

I’ll do you one better reader and have Finn take you on a skating date outside in a winter wonderland! This is the first of many in my Holiday Fic Extravaganza (ya thats what I’m gonna call it!)

NOTE: I know that Finn isn’t old enough to drive but let’s just pretend for a moment okay?!

PLOT: Finn takes you on the cutest winter date!

WORD COUNT: 1100


Christmas was quickly approaching and you couldn’t be more excited! Your tree was set up by December 1st along with the rest of the holiday decorations. You were sitting at home in the cozy chair that was next to the fireplace drinking some hot chocolate to keep you warm. There was plenty of snow outside meaning that it was definitely going to be a white Christmas this year. A cheesy Hallmark Christmas movie was playing in the background but you were paying more attention to your phone since you were messaging Finn.

There’s so much snow outside! I can’t believe tomorrow is Christmas Eve!’ you sent.

‘I know! I love waking up and seeing all the snow!’ Finn replied. You started to reply but he sent another text first. ‘What are you up to tonight?’

‘Nothing really. Mostly watching cheesy holiday movies tbh’

‘Okay, so I’ll pick you up around 7 o’clock then?’ Finn asked.

In the few months you and Finn had been dating, he often liked to surprise you with little dates, not telling you what’s happening but only the time in which he’ll pick you up.

‘Can’t wait!’ you sent back and went back to watching your movie.

A few minutes passed before your phone buzzed again. ‘Oh and dress warm!’

It was 6:55 and you were standing in your foyer lacing up your winter boots when the doorbell rang. Knowing that it was Finn, you shuffled over and let him inside.

“I just need to grab my scarf then I’m ready” you explained. You had at least five layers on plus thick socks, a hat, mittens, and now a scarf. You were definitely prepared for the cold winter night.

“Perfect,” Finn replied. “That hat looks cute on you, by the way.” He added with a wink.

The two of you headed outside to his car and Finn opened your door for you. After thanking him you climbed into his truck before Finn started it up and pulled out of your driveway.

“So,” you started, “where exactly are you taking me this time?” You asked.

Finn smirked, quickly glancing to you then refocusing on driving. “You’ll see,” he answered, “I promise that you’re going to love it!”

You couldn’t help but wonder what it was that the two of you were going to do but you were excited either way. The drive took about thirty minutes and soon Finn was opening your door to help you out.

“Now will you tell me where we are and what we are doing?” You asked Finn with a hopeful tone.

“Sure,” Finn said, taking your hand in his and leading the way, “we are here and we are walking right now!” He answered with a grin, knowing that it wasn’t the answer you wanted.

“You’re the worst!” You laughed.

The two of you kept walking. You realized you were in a park in the city, surrounded by trees that were all lit up with colorful lights and decorations. It was snowing lightly and you could see a pink tint on Finn’s cheeks.

“Here we are!” Finn announced as he stopped walking. In front of you there was a skating trail all lit up that ran through part of the park. “We’re going skating!”

“It looks amazing! Finn this is great!” You leaned up on your tip toes to give Finn a kiss, his warm lips on yours.

You both rented some skates and helped each other lace them up tight. Once ready, you both shuffled over to the ice and hopped on. You started out slow, a little rusty from the last time you ever skated. Finn was apparently a great skater. He held your hands in front of you while he skated backwards to help you balance.

“You’re doing great, Y/N!” Finn cheered, “You’ll be skating circles around me in no time!”

“Wait, I wanna try on my own!” you said as you let go of Finn’s hands. You slowly pushed yourself forwards, skating on your own.

“Keep going, keep going!” Finn said enthusiastically and you kept skating. “Try going a little faster now.” Finn was still skating backwards while holding his hands out in case you needed him for balance again.

Moving your feet faster, you picked up a bit of speed. “Hey, look at me go!” You said, surprised at how well it was going. You tried increasing speed and everything was great until all of a sudden, the ice became uneven and you scrapped your pick on the ice, digging in and causing you to fall forwards. Finn seeing that you were going down, reached out to grab you but it all happened so fast that he got dragged down too!

You were laying on top of Finn in the middle of the rink, people having to skate around the two of you.

“Oops!” you said blushing, embarrassed that you just fell. “Guess I’m really falling for ya!” you laughed.

Finn smiled back, “I’m glad I was there to break your fall! Are you okay?” He asked helping you stand back up.

You brushed some snow off your jacket, “I’m okay, are you all good?”

Finn looked down at you and kissed your cheek. “Never better. But I think you should hold my hand from now on, you know, for safety reasons.” He winked at you with a smile.

“Of course!” You accepted and grabbed his hand in yours.

The two of you continued skating (free of anymore falls) until you couldn’t feel your toes anymore. You returned the skates and put your own boots back on. Seeing you shiver, Finn had an idea.

On your way home, Finn made a quick detour to the Tim Hortons drive thru, ordering two peppermint hot chocolates. The hot drink helped warm you up and it wasn’t long until you were back at home, Finn following you inside. You made your way to the couch grabbing all the blankets nearby and plopping down onto the cushions. Finn cuddled up close to you as you turned on the TV and chose a cheesy Christmas movie for you two to watch.

Finn wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you in nice and close. “Thanks for coming skating with me.” He said before kissing your head gently.

“Thanks for planning a perfect night” you replied leaning into his side.

“Anything for you, Y/N.”

You smiled knowing that the best Christmas present you could wish for was already yours and he was sitting next to you making you happier than ever.

What a Tease Part 4

Original gifs have unknown source but I added the filters to them. The second one is of Joe Cole from his role in skins. I felt like purple fit the vibes of this fic.

John Shelby x Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 

Prompt: John takes you back to his house.

~warnings: swearing and lots of smut oops not oops~

A/N: This was the first time I have ever written smut so tell me if I took it too far please. I tried to make it as cute as possible and avoided using any harsh words for body parts. Also, yes this is a pretty long fic so, sorry it took so long. I had a hard time getting the hang of this smut writing stuff. There will be a part five to this and that will probably be it but who knows. At this point I am just going with the flow. The next thing I post will either be the Part 2 to Breathe, You’re Safe or the part 5 to this. If you have a preference let me know! Send me feedback on this please!!


Darkness enveloped you both, as you walked huddled close to his body. The streets were mostly still with an occasional shady character walking by every few minutes or so. The hum of factories sounded in the background muddled by distance.

You normally would’ve been scared to make this walk but John’s confident stride gave you comfort. He rambled on and on about his kids and family and what he was hoping to do with all the money from the business. He still had a youthful optimism to him but there was still something dark that hung over him and seemed to heavy his heart.

“…I’ll be set. Nothin’ to worry about, just acres of land and a nice big house. Lots of fuckin’ land for the kids to run around in, time for me to be able to take care of them properly, a little piece of Heaven. White picket fence and the whole lot.” You couldn’t help but linger on his every word, wanting so badly to know everything about him. You giggled slightly at his perfect idealized world.

“What?” He questioned while responding to your laughter with some of his own, pulling away from your body slightly so he could look down at your face.

“It’s nothing.” You say still letting out tiny giggles and then leaving a few seconds of silence. “I just… I didn’t imagine big bad John Shelby dreaming of a future with green hills, flowers, sunshine and rainbows.” You say in a slightly joking manner hitting your hip into his body playfully nudging him.

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Room Mates and Double Dates - chapter 1

I started this (and abandoned it) last autumn. Resurrecting it now in the vain hope I can resolve the plot hole I worked myself into!

For info, May looks like Lupita Nyong’o, because oh god she’s beautiful!

Being roommates with Bucky had its ups and downs. On the upside, he’d been your best friend for ten years now; he made great coffee; he was understanding of hangovers; he was (relatively) house-trained. On the downside, you were in love with him, and it was your job to help him ease his one-night-stands out of the door in the mornings because he never wanted to be the bad guy.

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Writing Romantic Subplots

Anonymous asked: “I have a problem with the romance subplot. How can I make the characters act like they are in love, not just saying that they are in love?”

Romantic subplots can be the most difficult thing to pull off, or the only easy thing that seems to come together naturally. I know readers can be highly critical of some romantic subplots (rightfully so, sometimes). Most often, when I see there’s an issue, it’s because the reader hasn’t gotten to see any kind of development in this relationship. There isn’t necessarily an expressed fondness, or in some cases a reason to be so fond of someone that they can say they’re in love. Or the last thing is that not enough time has passed to believe that these characters could have made that jump that fast.  

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Circumstance (Part 2)

Rowaelin daughter x Feysand son 

Here’s Part 2! Thank you all so much for the positive feedback already. Keep it coming!

Tagging a few people who have been helping me: @readinggiraffe @rhysand-and-rowan @autumn03 @destiny14444 (If you want to be tagged in future parts, let me know!)

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Cadewyn is amazed by the beauty of Terrasen. The towering mountains, crystal clear lakes, and enormous, flourishing pine trees that surround the capital city of Orynth is completely breathtaking. As he follows the Captain of the Guard, Aedion, around the palace grounds, he is struck by how different it is from the Night Court.

In Velaris, his parents do not own a large castle, or a huge plot of land. There is Aunt Elain’s garden, but Cade is sure she would love to see the one in Terrasen thrice the size of her own. Only in the last few years has Cade been able to venture down to the Court of Nightmares, and the difference between the two capitals is practically palpable.

Terrasen is fresh, new, and clean, with smiles passed between everyone and a calm atmosphere. The palace, which Cade has learned was built only in the last couple decades, is pristine, though old fashioned, and though it is enormous, has an incredibly homey feel to it. Hewn City is dark, extravagant, and the tension that is constantly floating in the air gives him a headache whenever he visits. The architecture is old and, though it is kept very clean, feels dirty.  

Quickly, and without much effort, Cade finds himself at ease in the company of the captain as they stroll along the edge of the forest and make polite conversation. Aedion only looks a few years older than Cade, but the boy knows better. The captain may not have pointed ears or elongated teeth, but Cade can recognize the smell of fae blood in him.

They have been walking a few minutes in silence, just admiring their surroundings, when Cade finally works up the courage to ask. “So, how old are you?” He wonders, trying to be nonchalant about it so as not to seem rude.

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of ribbons & rosin ( cs au )

Plot: Killian is a single father, and his daughter is enrolled in Emma’s dance class. He has nobody to watch his daughter after class, and he’s often late, so Emma usually sits and talks to the girl until she is collected from the dance school. 

Summary: Based on this prompt I found in the depths of tumblr; “I’m a single parent and my child takes your dance class and thanks so much for always staying after class to watch him/her when my boss is an ass and keeps me past my off hours and holy cow you’re pretty/handsome and really sweet/kind and wow I should be late more often so we can talk. Say how do you feel about private lessons? For my kid- yea, yea, for my kid

Captain Swan AU, Rating TBD, —-

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The class had finished almost an hour ago, yet little Daisy Jones was still sitting in the locker room, with her teacher, Miss Emma. She was quite the adorable little thing; petite yet slender, with these enormous, crystalline blue eyes to rival a porcelain doll. From what Emma gathered about the girl in passing conversations, much like the one they were currently engaged in, was that she only had a father -her mother had passed when she was very young, she didn’t remember her all that much- and, she was an only child. Emma had since helped the girl pack away her belongings; shoes, spare tights, hair grips, and helped her to pull on her sweatpants and outdoor shoes, ready for her father to collect her.

“You know, he’s probably just late again.” Daisy shrugged, playing on her iPad as she glanced across to her teacher, who was curiously peering out of the window to the street below, looking for any plausible passing visage of the girl’s father.

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What the Nightrunner books are and why they're just the best
  • A seven-book fantasy novel series by Lynn Flewelling: Luck in the Shadows, Stalking Darkness, Traitor’s Moon, Shadows Return, The White Road, Casket of Souls, and Shards of Time, the finale set for release on 4/1/14.
  • Set in the medieval-ish European-ish land of Skala, ruled over by a line of badass warrior queens.
  • Protagonist One: Seregil, a man from a race of long-living people who was exiled from his own land as a child and now lives as a nobleman in Skala’s capital city, thanks to a distant blood tie to the royal family.
  • He moonlights as a thief-for-hire and a spy in the Watcher’s Guild, a clandestine organization sanctioned by the queen to secretly protect Skala in ways the police and military can’t.
  • Protagonist Two: Alec, an orphaned teenager trying to get by with little more than his archery skills when he takes up with this mysterious but charming stranger who promises to show him magic and adventure and lands beyond the village he grew up in, as long as he can pick up some of the tricks of Seregil’s trade along the way.
  • Together they forge a relationship so powerful that an oracle makes a prophecy about them becoming lovers and they evolve into a cat-burgling power couple fiercely devoted to each other, their country, and their network of friends:

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Anyone ready for some wild SPN season 12 speculation?

OK DISCLAIMER: this is just my opinion and I know nothing more than anyone else OK and I’m more than happy to be proved wrong or have lots and lots of opinions on this, please do, its just fun and I wanted to write down my thoughts as I flailed about this a lot today, lets be honest :)

Foreshadowing points through the season and Speculation under the cut.

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Peed my Pants While Doing Photography (And possibly trespassing)

Once again posting one of my experiences that has happened to me, as per usual I wrote this one for omorashi.org back in the day. This one is actually pretty special; when I posted this, the owner of HDWetting (If you’re an omorashi fan I know you know what that is), contacted me asking if he could adapt this experience of mine into a video, which of course I said yes to. An HDWetting video exists based on this experience of mine, so I’m still really happy this happened to me and that I wrote about it.

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So as some of you might not know, I enjoy taking pictures quite a bit. I live in a very woodsy area of Canada, and nature here is so great, whether it be ice on the trees in the winter, various wildlife in the summer, the sun coming through the trees, there’s always a shot to grab, and semi-recently, around the time the snow finally got around to leaving like a month ago, I was looking for just that shot. Of course, this story being on the site its on, you might guess I end up in a sort of predicament. If you’ve read my stuff on here you know its not uncommon for me, I almost do it subconsciously. Some times more consciously than others. Ahem. Anywho.

Obligatory description paragraph. I’m a young woman, I actually just hit 21 years of age! I’m not very big, I’m like 5'5-5'7 and around 110 pounds last I checked. Pale enough to blind people I’m told but I think that’s moreso emphasized by the fact my hair is long and very black, so its like a contrast thing I guess? On this day I was weariiiing I THINK a white Deadpool shirt, light blue snugly fitting jeans with one of my cuter belts (with a nice shiny buckle!) a red bra and panties set, and one of my leather jackets (I have 3). The shirt is the only bit I’m unsure on but I know for a fact it was white. White sneakers too, if that matters, and black socks.

So like I was saying, I was out trying to grab a picture, one I had been waiting for the end of the season for. There’s a wind turbine or two around here, you know the kind, the big pretty power windmills. One is in a lot out in the forest, and I wanted to get some up close shots of it from below, to the sides, from the trees, in different lighting and whatnot. Basically a photo op just for the windmill, and liable to take course over a couple of hours if I wanted to grab shots in certain lighting’s I wanted. Of course I was okay with this, while most days I don’t leave my house, let alone my room, this day was an out-day, and I was excited for it. Of course this windmill was technically on like government property or private property or SOMETHING but given the plot of land was quite literally a big empty space in the middle of the woods I didn’t really expect it to be guarded; I had cased the place multiple times, and it never was.

I woke up that morning, and did morning things. Got up, used the bathroom, took a shower, blah blah boring stuff. Watched some Netflix while I drank my morning tea to wake myself up (psyched for OITNB season 4 in a few days!!) and put together my outfit I described above while I drank another cup of tea (I love tea, these 2 in particular were a cup of earl grey, and a cup of english breakfast) before packing up a water bottle, my camera, etc. in a small satchel and setting off. It wasn’t somewhere I was driving to, moreso walking across this very small woodsy town. After an hour of trekking I was nearly at my destination, well the path leading there anyway, but first I wanted to pick up my planned breakfast. Nearby there was a small food stand, you know the kind, the little wagons. I got myself a large fries and a coke. Don’t assume I eat healthy, because most days I don’t, especially during my off time like I have now. I sat down at a bench to consume those, bought another small coke for the road, and continued on. Of course I’m not an idiot, I realized my odd thirst that morning would lead to situations later on, but I was like man I’m going to be in the middle of the woods, the world is my oyster and my bathroom if I need it to be, I’ll deal with it when it becomes an issue. Plot twist: It became an issue! Shock!

The stretch of road I ended up on is mostly empty; very few houses, and cars passing through is rare. It is on the side of this road though, that a path lies. It leads through the woods, and intermingles with multiple ATV tracks, walking trails, etc. One of these trails passes by a gate. Not like a big fenced gate, rather the kind that’s like 2 or 3 bars obviously meant to bar vehicles and things; a normal person could easily hop it or walk around it. I wasn’t taking the trails, for I did not want people to see where I was going. Luckily for me, I know these woods like the back of my hand, and the quickest path to any destination is a straight line. So I walk through the woods and arrive at this gate in a manner much quicker than taking the stupid paths. Of course I begin to feel the caffeine in my body filtering liquid rather rapidly, but it wasn’t a problem and I ignored it. I glanced at the gate and read the sign that said something about trespassing but I couldn’t tell you what it actually said, because in reality I read all of two words before vaulting over it. Shh don’t tell on me.

Continuing down this horrible forbidden path lead me to a completely unguarded clearing with my subject of the day. I looked up at the windmill and just kind of took it in for a bit before getting to work. I laid down at the base of it, my head against it before taking some shots straight up, some angled shots from the sides, just about every which-way you can imagine. I’d stop to take breaks and let nature progress (in multiple ways) and gnaw on things I had brought with me, like a granola bar or two, along with my water and some extra tea in a thermos (CHAI THIS TIME!) and as the day went on and on I had even grabbed a shot from up in a tree as the sun had reached just behind the head of the windmill. I had memorized every bit of it and was very happy with the shots I was getting. Of course by this time I had consumed many a liquid, and had them in me for many, many hours. It got to the point where I reaaaally needed to pee, but being an Omo enthusiast I was like…nah, I’m under control, let’s put it off just a bit more (I do this almost every time, and every time it ends up being a bad decision. I never learn). I laid down under a tree and enjoyed the feeling of needing to go, because you know why not, I was alone and whatnot. Issue is, I was so excited for this day that I had not gotten enough sleep the night before, and I ended up dozing off in that position for the better part of an hour or more. When I woke up the sky was orange, ripe with sunset.

Obviously, the moment I woke up I realized I was bursting. Like, I was on the verge. The precipice of explosion. The pipes were about to leak. Poseidon was about to wage war on the land. The kraken was to be released. I was about to piss my pants is what I’m trying to get at here. My legs were trembling and I immediately grabbed my thigh, digging my nails in and grinding my teeth a little, letting the wave settle. I stood up and was unbuckling my belt when I got an idea for another photo experiment. If you’re familiar with slow shutter speeds you might get what I was thinking here..Basically fast shutter speeds are used to take pictures of someone say, running, without a blur, at the cost of lack of good quality exposure. Meanwhile, slow shutter speeds get a better quality photo, but your subject must be still or it will blur and the like. Meanwhile if you want to get creative you can set the shutter speed really slow and try some fancy shit with the slow exposure, like say, those photos you see where someone sets the shutter speed to be as slow as possible and waves a flashlight around as the picture is being taken, basically creating a light-drawing. See what I mean?

The idea here being, I was desperate. Very desperate. As a result, I was shaking and trembling, like a bad shiver. Anyone else would have been like “I NEED TO PEE RIGHT THIS SECOND”, meanwhile I was here like, “You know, I’m shaking in just the perfect way so that if I focus the windmill in the center at an up-tilt angle with a slow shutter, I might be able to produce a sort of blurred after image effect picture or two..” And that’s exactly what I did. Manipulating my shaky state, I got a few shots in and they ended up exactly how I thought they would. I got really into it and kept taking shots until I felt myself…lose a little. A spurt hit my panties and I froze like…shiiiit. I checked and my pants were dry, but I could feel the dampness of my underwear against me. I was thinking to myself that it was time to pee and head back home, and moved to do just that before, the worst possible thing ever happened. I heard a voice behind me.

“Excuse me ma'am? What are you doing here?”

I turned around and there was some sort of young man. I assume he was a wilderness ranger or something. Not a cop but he had a uniform of some sort. I didn’t give a rats ass at the time, all that mattered is that I wasn’t supposed to be here, and he looked like it was his job to know that I wasn’t supposed to be here. Being quite literally about to wet myself, this is the last thing I wanted. I hobbled towards him, gave greetings. He gave the usual chatter, do you know this is a restricted area, what exactly are you doing, you’re trespassing, etc. I pleaded ignorance, trying not to shake TOO bad. He asked if I was alright, I told him I was getting a chill from the breeze. I was waiting for a specific moment, one I knew that was coming (NOT THAT IVE BEEN IN THIS SORT OF SITUATION BEFORE. HEH..HEHE…) and prayed it would come soon, and it did. He gave a nod, and turned to the right, looking away from me to speak quietly into the walkie talkie on his shoulder. Like I totally hadn’t done multiple times in the past, I dashed past him on the other side of him where he wasn’t looking. By the time he noticed I was too far gone, because I can run like the wind. I ran down the trail, and attempted to vault over the gate again, completely forgetting that I was one bad movement away from wetting my pants. A bad move such as trying to hop a gate and bumping your lower abdomen into said gate in the process. Halfway over I felt it start to leave me, a faint psssh as I landed on the other side. I looked down to see the denim darkening. I shoved my hand into my crotch and gripped for dear life, managing to regain control after a moment, not without a sizable patch however. The wet feeling between my legs made it hard to not let go right then and there. I heard thudding footsteps coming in my direction, so I took the same way back where I knew he wouldn’t think to follow me; straight through the woods, in the direction I knew would take me to the road. Running wasn’t easy on my, and although I pleaded with my body, I leaked a few times on the way, each time feeling my thighs grow slightly warmer, and the wetness traveling further down inch by inch. I could feel the muscles wavering, feeling like they were giving out only to hastily close back up at the last second. I could finally yank my pants down and pee if I could just get away..

I eventually burst out of the trees onto the road. I didn’t have any time. I looked back and forth. No cars. No houses. I just needed a place to pee…But at that point it was too late. The moment I felt it I shoved my hand back between my legs, into the damp fabric, but I couldn’t stop it. I started losing control, a soft hissing sound accompanying the rapidly darkening denim. I remember clapping my free hand over my mouth to stifle the moans and squeaks, uttering something like “Oh fuck, oh god no”. I locked my legs, crossing them and uncrossing them, gripping my crotch tighter, everything I thought I could do I did, but my hand just got wetter and wetter, going from bursts of pee to a full on firehose as my control was just completely lost. When the damn entirely broke even my hand couldn’t stop the moan, the feeling of my muscle control just dropping and the back of my pants around my ass going from dry to sopping in an instant. I stopped trying to keep myself quiet, groaning pathetically as I used my other hand to try and assist in stopping the flow but I was at the point of no return, I could feel it running down my legs, a warm river very surely soaking me, the sound of me whining and liquid pitter pattering onto the pavement the only sounds present as I peed in my pants in the middle of the empty street. I fell to my knees and let go, opting to just grip both my upper thighs as I rode it out, the back of my pants now absolutely drenched as a puddle grew underneath me. I tried another futile effort to clench back up…My muscles wavered, and immediately dropped out again, causing me to lurch forward from the sensation, my lurching causing the wetness to begin crawling forward down the front of my pants as well, bursting forth from the crotch area

. It was around then I realized I had completely peed myself and there was no coming back, the damage was done. Even my knees were heavy with dampness, a small river having grown around me, filling in the cracks in the yellow lines on the pavement. The stream became a trickle, and then it was over. I recomposed myself just in time to see headlights approaching off in the distance, and I heard an ATV coming up from the trail (likely that of the guard), so I ducked back into the woods again. I heard the ATV come out to the street, stay there for a few moments, and turn back around before heading down the trail again. I decided to take the most scenic of routes back, a tread through the forest all the way home. At one point I was almost in some persons back yard, but again, I know these woods like the back of my hand. I got back into my house, stealthy as a raccoon, and got changed, did my laundry, uploaded my pictures onto the computer, and watched more Netflix for the rest of the day. I am the master of escape tactics.~

Sometimes it’s easy to lose track of how amazing STAR WARS fandom can be, when there can be so much awful behavior by fans that never seems to end. But then you fling yourself back into reading fic and maybe not all fic all across fandom is perfect, but some of it is so incredibly talented and some of it is so incredibly good spirited and some of it is so incredibly fun that you remember, ah, yes, this is what makes fandom so much more than worthwhile. FIC SAVES ME EVERY DAY OF MY FANDOM LIFE and bless it for that.  Fandom is amazing.

Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & anakin & shmi & satine & cast, time travel, 133.5k wip
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
Bitter Confessions by FireflyFish, obi-wan/anakin, 4.7k
   Obi-Wan Kenobi is having a secret affair with Satine Kryze and Anakin Skywalker is trying very hard to be okay with that. Until Satine ends the relationship because she’s tired of sharing Obi-Wan’s attention with a mysterious third person.
Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 30.1k wip
   During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.
Little Notes by Dragons_Heart, obi-wan/anakin, modern au, 1k
   The idea of the secret admirer has been around for decades, possibly centuries. They never speak directly, but instead choose to leave little notes for their love to find. They only dream that one day they’ll be together.
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   ‘Then it was real, my Padawan.’
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   Anakin is frustrated by how devastatingly handsome Obi-Wan looks at one of Padmé’s political parties, he gets drunk to cope. Obi-Wan is frustrated with how needy and demanding Anakin has been, he gets drunk to punish him. Both of them really need to release some tension after this seemingly endless war.
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   Right before reaching Zigoola, Obi-Wan receives a transmission from home.
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   Anakin finds himself helpless.
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anonymous asked:

NaNo question: I was wondering if you had any resources or information on air ambulances. One of my characters drowns in a rural area and is airlifted to the hospital. His sister has been with him, doing chest compressions. I have lots of information on ambulance vehicles, so I'm mostly wondering how this would be different. Would they have less medical equipment available? Could his sister still ride along? I'd appreciate anything you have. Thanks so much!

As it happens, you’re asking a flight medic about air ambulances, so the question isn’t “do you have resources” so much as “What would you like to know?” :) (I work on the ground, but I have my flight wings.) 

Air ambulances come in a variety of forms, and specific loadouts are often country-, service-, and mission-specific. However, there’s one BIG flaw I can point out right off the bat: a character has to have a pulse to get a ride in a HEMS (helicopter EMS) unit. There simply isn’t room for chest compressions. Older models of helo and monitor also expressly forbade defibrillation in the air due to the risk of discharge. (But also, there’s so much in the way of vibration that EKGs often weren’t great quality once upon a time.) 

So your character will need to have a pulse to hitch a ride in the helicopter. 

However, most HEMS units have more medical equipment available than a typical ground ambulance, and crews are trained to a much higher standard. (The FP-C certification exam is the single hardest test I’ve ever faced in my life.) The exception may be SAR units (Search and Rescue birds), who are more typically geared for extraction than complete on-scene medical care. The larger the helo, the more space and gear they can store.  

In the US, most flight teams are set up medic/nurse, but the nurse usually comes from an EMS background and may or may not be required to also be a paramedic. In Europe, often they’re set up medic/doctor; I know the world-famous London HEMS and Sydney HEMS both use medic/doctor loadouts. 

Every air ambulance I know of that does scene response includes a ventilator, IV pumps, and more. The flight crew will often perform care on the scene for some time before loading up, with the specific goal of getting the patient stabilized enough for transport. Some systems allow their medics to put in chest tubes. All allow for intubation (hence the ventilator). 

Also, most of the time the helo goes and backs up a ground crew who are already on scene, even if they’re auto-launched by dispatch protocol. Ground units typically arrive and begin care, set up a landing zone, and direct the bird down. (This is often a fire chief, state trooper, or police supervisor directing the landing.) So other people will arrive first for him. 

Generally speaking, no, the sister can’t ride along, unless the helo is ENORMOUS. There are significant risks to flying an additional passenger, and in most HEMS units, there simply isn’t room. Managing family anxieties are also a distracting task: if someone gets overly anxious or aggressive in a ground ambulance, it’s not such a big deal, whereas passengers have been known to try to open the helo doors in-flight, etc. Also, the company would be HUGELY liable in the event of a water landing or crash. 

Exceptions can be made, but they would have to be extraordinary circumstances. She’ll have to get to the hospital by ground. 

Oh, one small detail: no one bothers using a stethoscope in the helo. It’s too loud. They’ll use it on the ground away from the bird, though. The patient  will also likely have blackout glasses placed and hearing protection placed; the blackout glasses protect them from seizures due to light passing through the rotor blades. 

Feel free to ask back if you have more questions! 

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Robert/Dadsona short

Post-good ending Robert and Dadsona watch some movies.
No warnings.



After Amanda left for college, I tried to occupy myself as much as I could, to cope. Not having her around felt… unnatural but she was happy at her university and that’s all that matters. Amanda’s an adult who can take care of herself just fine.

The first few weeks were rough. It took all my Dad Powers to not call Panda every hour to check if she’s doing alright, if she’s eating healthy or… I’m getting too into it again.

Most of the time work kept me busy. I’ve also become way more productive in doing things like cleaning the house. So good in fact, I’ve run out of things to clean. I even offered to mow Brian’s lawn out of boredom.

Robert stayed true to his word and spent a lot of time doing… Robert things, I guess. We would often still hang out, of course, and he seemed to be taking better care of himself. I often remember what he said to me at Amanda’s graduation party. I told him that I’m happy to be a supportive friend for him, but sometimes it’s hard not to think about his stupid, attractive face. And his stupid knives.

A ping in my phone snaps me out of whatever I was doing.

It’s a text from Robert.

‘hey’

'u busy?’

'wanna come over for a drink?’

Excited, I grab my jacket before shooting him a quick message saying I’m on my way. Two minutes later I’m at his doorstep. Robert opens the door, a grin on his face, and says hey.

“Not going cryptid hunting tonight?” I ask, following him to the living room, being careful not to kick or step on Betsy who decided to run around me in circles.

“Nah,” he turns to me, bottle of wine already in hand. He’s taken it down a notch with the excessive whiskey drinking. “I kinda just felt like watching a movie at home, that sound good to you?”

“Would be a shame to say no, considering you went through the effort of cleaning up.” I remark, taking in the changes of the room. After Val’s last visit, Robert became more self-conscious about the state of his house and started putting in work to fix it up. It wasn’t perfect, by any means, but he’s hauled most of the trash out and there wasn’t an avalanche of things scattered across his floor anymore.

Robert snorted but was obviously happy I’d noticed. I know he felt silly about it, but it mattered to him to be praised for small achievements. He actually showered, too.

We settled onto the couch, Betsy scrambling up between us as Robert set up a film. Since Amanda left, we’ve been having movie nights more often. Sometimes in the cinema but mostly here in Robert’s living room. His TV set up is too good to pass up.

Today he put up some post-apocalyptic horror film and commented throughout the entire thing, pointing out the plot holes and ocassionally leading into another one of his made-up stories. I didn’t mind, I’m not a super huge fan of horror films so Robert’s jokes made the experience all the more fun.

The wine was soon gone and Robert stumbled out to get some snacks while I picked out something else to watch. Going through his endless DVD’s, I notice something on the far back of the table. Looks like a thin book? I move away a few movie discs to find a sketchbook. Doodles of Betsy, other dogs and people adorned the pages.

Huh, Robert draws? I mean… I guess it shouldn’t be too surprising, considering he liked whittling. And he did find a lot to talk about with Amanda, I just figured he was telling her how to identify if her roommate was a werewolf or something.

Flipping through the sketchbook, I can’t help but smile. There’s tons of drawings of his daughter, both small and grown up. As if he was afraid he’d forget what she used to look like. There were also drawings of another woman, his wife, probably. And that looks like the scenery of the town from Robert’s thinking spot, and-

Oh.

It was a little surprising finding my own face on the last page. Haha wow, is it hot here or what? Ugh, okay, this is no time to gush over how touching and adorable this is. I need to put this ba-

“What'cha so red about?” Robert’s voice boomed as he peeked over my shoulder. “Oh. That.”

His face dropped down all of a sudden and I felt a bit of panic seeping in my face.

“Sorry, I should’ve asked…” I realize how snoopy I was being but Rob just waved a hand at me before sitting back down on the couch.

“It’s fine, I don’t mind,” he sighed running a hand through his hair. “It’s just… embarrassing, I guess. I haven’t drawn in a long time.”

“You whittle but you’re embarrassed about drawing?” I snort, trying to lighten the mood. “Seriously though, you seem kind of upset about it. Is everything okay?”

Robert paused.

“It’s… I haven’t picked up a pencil ever since the accident. Since Marilyn passed away and Val… Well, you know.” He fell silent, his eyes shifting to stare through the window.

All of a sudden he looked tired again. Just like the first night we spent at his house. I watch him, still amazed how he’s able to go so on and off like a switch. Even after all this time, it’s still hard to read when or what Robert’s feeling. It makes me uneasy; I want to be able to help him, to say something encouraging. Make him feel less lonely.

“You picked it up again, though.” I say with a small smile, reaching out and taking one of his hands in mine. He turned to me but stayed silent. “I know this is a tough process for you but I want you to know that you can turn to me no matter what. I’m glad to see you getting better but there’s no need to hide and pretend that everything’s alright just to keep me happy. You mean a lot to me, Robert… I don’t want you to feel alone.”

He stared at me for a while longer before breaking into a small laugh, tugging on my hands and pulling me close to his face so our foreheads are touching. Ohhhh no, he’s too cute…! Pure thoughts. Pure. Thoughts.

“Why is it that you drive an old man to tears every time you say something nice?” He said, his eyes closing softly. Movies forgotten, he buries his head in my chest and pushes me down onto the couch, clearly not intending to move an inch for the rest of the night. Following his lead, Betsy curls up on my foot.

“Good night, then.” I snicker, nestling my face in his hair.

A muffled 'mmmhm’ is all I hear before he dozes off.