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440gallery · 1 year

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-Another Round

Synopsis:: Itotia (OC) is in heat, she decides neteyam, her mate, will be able to help her out.

Pairing:: Neteyam x f!omatikaya!oc

Authors Note: Neteyam and Reader are both aged up, around twenty. First Neteyam x f!omatikaya writing.

Content warning:: mature

Word count:: 2k

General tags:: p in v, sexy time, f!omatikaya!OC in heat, heat, smut, female in heat

Neytiri’s arrow whooshed through the air, hitting its target straight away, taking the life of the Hexapede we hunted for the Omatikaya clan tonight. The eclipse was near and I was sure we caught enough today to make it successful.

Neytiri took off on silent soles and I followed her, watching her movements and making sure I would be able to do the hunt alone one day. She started taking me along since Neteyam and I were friends, even before we had officially mated and even thought she knew perfectly well I could do this on my own, she decided to come with me time after time. Secretly I thought she just liked being out in the nature and letting her toughs zero down from all the responsibilities she took on her shoulders as the wife of the Olo'eyktan and taking care of her children.

My head whipped around, the soft cool air brushing my nose as the leaves of the trees whistled softly, following the direction of the breeze.

“Itotia.” Neytiri called and I looked back at her, seeing how she already had the animal half carried over her back. I went over to her, supporting the weight of the dead meat we would eat tonight. Thanking Eywa for our good hunt, we went back to the clan. The walk was silent and comfortable, both of us content. The soft wind rippled along the path, making my body cool down, drying the sweat which had formed during the constant running and reading tracks of the wildlife. Around my waist was a Riti, its dead body slowly chilling around my skin, whilst I looked in front of us, stepping into the familiar path of home.

“It was a good hunt today, Itotia.” Neytiri said, before adjusting the weight of the Hexapede on our shoulders. I smiled, still not used to her complimenting me, even after being friends with Neteyam since childhood and therefore a part of the family. Still, I always looked up to Neteyams mother, her strength and agility being something I always admired.

“Irayo.” I mumbled and looked around, a bad attempt to hide the blush staining my cheeks. I shifted again, suddenly feeling hot all over. I welcomed the next breeze, willing my body to cool but it wasn’t working. A heady feeling settled in my stomach and I groaned, knowing where this would lead.

“What is it?” Neytiri muttered and looked at me with a gaze of concern flashing through her eyes. I bit on my lip to stop the sizzling, pained moan trying to escape my mouth. My ears grew hot and I shook my head, announcing everything was fine.

“‘Itetsyìp. What is wrong, my child?” Neytiri stopped, noticing my pained face, heat making me dizzy with lust, blood warming and I knew I needed to go to Neteyam the second we were at our village. When females entered their heat, it was suffering if they did not have a mate, creating a feeling of loss and pain, which lasted for a couple of days, but either way with a mate, it didn’t make it less painful when you both were apart.

“Oh, great Eywa.” I whined as my stomach contracted in pain of not being with my mate, not feeling him inside of me and my gaze was dizzy, trying to find a way to Neteyam, as fast as possible. Neytiri dropped the animal, her hands on my cheeks as she nodded, her eyes sharp as she pinched my side and I yelped in pain.

“Skxawng!” she said, a word usually only reserved for her husband or children. “Get back silly girl. I will handle this on my own.” She said, her eyes shining, but I knew she wasn’t mad at me. She knew heat came and went as unannounced as everything in Pandora. Despite her order I shook my head, picking up the animal and resting it on both of our shoulders.

“Let’s go.” I wheezed and tried to ignore the pain and pleasure the seeped through my blood. Neytiri snapped silently but complied, foot moving fast across the wild forest, managing to bring us even faster to our village than usual. By the time we were at the edge of our village I dropped the Hexapede to the ground, fumbling with the Riti around my waist, leaving it with Neytiri and the others which already came up. I supressed another groan and doubled over, trying to breathe and not let the pain get to much. I just needed to get to Neteyam. Just to him, and he would make me feel better. I staggered trough the village, looking for him, before, after what seemed lifetimes, making him out at a group of guys at his age. I knew with Neteyam being twenty and planning to take over the post as Olo'eyktan he had things to do, rules to oblige and chores to follow. But I couldn’t wait any fucking moment longer to have him.

I went up to him, pressing my hands to his sides as I lay my face against his back.

“Teyam.” I whispered, sighing into the contact of his skin against mine. It felt like being on fire and I whined almost silently into his back. But I knew he had heard it anyway.

“Ma fyole.” Neteyam muttered, turning in my arms as he looked down at me, his hand coming to rest against my neck and I nearly purred right then and there. All it really took him was one good look, and he knew. His blood rushed in his ears and he didn’t even bit back his grin as he turned, dismissing the guys without as much as a glance before returning to me, his hands sneaking around my thighs before giving them light taps with his fingers. Jumping into his arms, I moaned quietly at the sinful contact and buried my face into his neck, sucking in the familiar smell of his, fingers smoothing over his broad shoulders and kneading the muscles beneath them.

“Atta girl. Wait a second, babe.” He laughed, his fingers digging into the back of my thighs and I pressed my body closer to his, seeking contact, skin against skin. Heat pooled between my legs and I couldn’t help but shift myself against his groin, grinding slightly against him.

“Itotia, fuck!” He slammed the nest closed before his hips started circling against my own. My whines grew louder as the pleasure grew over the pain, now that I was with him, my mate.

“Teyam, I need you!” He groaned and made quick of ridding ourselves from the clothes we were still wearing.

“Atta baby, you’re so good.” He mumbled as he smashed his lips against mine, gripping my hips. My hands were on his strong shoulders, keeping myself around him, feeling all of him. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more, was already dry humping myself against him, seeking release, but what I wanted was be with him, together, joined as one soul. My hands went up to his hair, taking his Tsaheylu, breaking the kiss for a moment to ask silent permission.

His eyes were warm and hot, giving me shivers down my spine as his hand traced along my bottom.

“You don’t ever need to ask for this, baby.” He whispered, gripping my Tsaheylu and joining it with his. As the strings attached to another, my breath was stolen away, just like every time we connected like this. I gave me goosebumps, just feeling his presence, knowing he was with me, feeling him all over me, but also inside me. A soul connected to mine, like a second. Hot needy whimpers teared at my throat and it didn’t take long for Neteyam to break our kiss, salvia connecting the pair of our lips.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you, ma fyole.” My moan confirmed his suspicion that I was as ready as he was for me. He felt it within him. “I’m going to take good care of you.” He whispered and licked along my neck, sinking his canines into the soft flesh.

“Teyam, Teyam, Teyam.” I mumbled, grinding myself against him, slick juice dripping along his strong thigh making it all sloppy and nasty. He lined himself up, sliding inside of me without any resistance. I nearly came right then and there, his full dick feeling just too good to be true. My pussy clenched around him, quivering, and Teyam stopped for a moment, knowing I wouldn’t last long. But he wanted it to last. Sometimes, he just wanted to see me beg for it. My hips moved on their own, sinking lower and lower till we were fully joined. I moaned as I felt the pulsing vibrations, the messy, hot feelings pushing through the connection, making me breathless. Neteyam leaned down to take my lips with his as he started pushing into me. It felt so good and I was so, so ready for him to fuck me, right then, right there.

“Neteyam.” I mumbled, trying to show him how I wanted it rough, by pushing down hard on his dick, making his suck his breath. But he only chuckled moments after, still gliding in and out of me at an antagonizing pace. My whines for more were not heard, Neteyam grinning as he knew how much I needed him to pound into me.

“Stop teasing.” I said, moving around to give me more freedom to use my hips, but he kept me against the wall, taking full control.

“Come on baby, I know its on the tip of your tongue. Tell me how you want it.” He said, snapping his hips upwards, bringing his dick deep into me. My moans were his answer, but he needed more, needed to know how much I was waiting for him to completely fuck me senseless.

“Tey, fuck me already.” I moaned, breathless into his ear, my heart pounding in my chest. “Fuck me like you mean it.” I whispered, nipping at his ear, trying to hide my squeal as Neteyam roughly turned me around, slapping my bottom, before inserting himself again, hips snatching against my ass, creating the sound of skin against skin, his balls heavy against my pussy. My legs quivered as I said my praise, moaning beneath him as he fucked into me, his dick gliding in easily with the juices it was coated in. My hands pressed themselves against the wall, nails digging into the wood, because it felt so, so good and “please, please, please don’t fucking stop!”

“Hmm, baby, you take me so good.”

His praise shoot through me like lighting, adrenaline pumping in my body as my hips met his. “Oh, yes, Teyam, right there!” I bit out, my walls clenching around his dick as his hand came around to give my throat a squeeze. His pounding grew more rapid, selective thrusts that left me shivering with pleasure, facing the cliff, coming closer and closer to the edge.

“Teyam.” I breathed, knowing he could feel me reaching my high, begging him to keep going.

“Atta girl, my cum will fill you up so good.” He said, knowing it was the tipping point for me, bringing me crashing down into the depths of my orgasm. Pure bliss rushed through me, leaving me speechless for seconds, eyes screwed shut, pussy clenching around Teyam’s dick, hard, so that after a couple of thrusts, he came too.

Neteyam leaned heavily against me for a moment, before pulling out and plunging his fingers right to where his dick was just seconds ago. I withered underneath his touch, my tail flipping around his wrist to keep him there.

“Don’t want to waste my cum spilling out of you.” Neteyam whispered into my ear, nibbling at it, before kissing along my neck.

Pressing harder against his fingers, moving slowly up and down on them, I whined as the heat returned.

“Another round, my fyole?” He asked smugly.

“Another round.”

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busybussinbee · 6 months

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hello friends!

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whumptober · 2 years

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alyssawritesssfics · 3 years

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Hounded [7] 7. Contents Under Pressure

Pairings: Bellamy x OC // Kane x daughter!OC

Word Count: 3.5K

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood, series spoilers

Summary: Athena, Clarke and Raven work to save Finn’s life after finally making contact with the Ark.

Author’s Note: Hii, here is chapter/episode seven! Next chapter is all Bellamy and Athena (Day Trip) and I can’t wait to post that one. I hope you enjoy it anyways! Please remember to note and reblog! It really helps me see interest and therefore update the story more often. Thank you!

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previous chapter // series masterlist

Raven’s voice was faint, repeating the same exact thing over and over again on the bottom level of the dropship. She begged for the Ark to hear her, pleading for their help. All we had gotten so far was static.

Octavia winced, grabbing my attention. “Can you please not space out while you’re stitching my forehead? I’d really like to avoid a scar.”

I smiled slightly. “Trust me, a scar is the least of your worries these days.”

She frowned, her eyes shifting to the floor. “Do you think Finn will be alright?”

“I hope so.” I responded, tying off the stitch and cutting the end with the small scissors that came in the pack. “Clarke will figure it out. She always does.”

“You know her better than I do.”

I noticed Octavia shift in place as I reached over to grab some gauze. Placing it over the wound on her head, I used the little bit of tape Clarke had offered up to stick it on. “You’re good to go.”

Octavia sighed, running her fingers along the bandage. “Thank you.”

“No sleeping for another few hours, alright? Just in case.” I said, as thunder grumbled outside.

“I don’t think anyone is sleeping anytime soon.”

“Probably not.” I sighed.

“Athena!” Clarke’s voice boomed through the dropship.

Octavia stiffened. “You should go, I’ll be alright.”

“Athena!”

I stood from my spot on the floor, grabbing the suture kit before looking down at Octavia. “If you need me at all, call for me, alright? If you feel dizzy or anything-”

“I’ll call for you, I promise.”

I gave her one last smile before opening the hatch and climbing down to the bottom floor. Clarke quickly spotted me across the room, waving me over with her free hand.

“How’s Finn doing?” I asked, placing the suture kit at Finn’s feet.

Clarke averted her eyes. “He’s still alive, for now.”

I noticed Raven’s eyes shift towards us, before focusing back in on the radio. “Calling Ark Station. Please come in. The hundred are alive.”

Suddenly, the radio crackled, a voice coming through. “This is a restricted station. Who is this? Please identify yourself.”

Everyone fell silent, staring at Raven. Her face was pale, her eyes wider than usual. Finally, she responded. “This is Raven Reyes. I’m from Mecha Station. I’m transmitting from the ground. The hundred are alive. Please, you need to get Doctor Abby Griffin, now.”

“Hang on, Raven. We’re trying to boost your signal.”

I blinked. “You did it? That’s really the Ark?”

Raven turned her head, smiling, though her eyes were still laced with tears. “It’s really the Ark.”

“Raven? Are you there?” I recognized Abby’s voice instantly.

Clarke’s eyes darted back the radio, a frown forming across her face. After a few moments she took a deep breath, heading over and taking the radio from Raven.

“Mom? Mom, it’s me.”

“Clarke?”

Clarke smiled for just a moment, though it quickly faded. “Mom, I need your help. One of our people was stabbed by a Grounder.”

A new voice emerged. “Clarke, this is the Chancellor. Are you saying there are survivors on the ground?”

“Yes, the Earth is survivable. We’re not alone.” Clarke said. “Mom, he’s dying. The knife is still in his chest.”

“Okay, just give us two minutes.”

“Clarke,” Jaha’s voice emerged again. “Is my son with you?”

Clarke looked at me, her eyes swelling with tears. I gave her a reassuring look and she turned her attention back to the radio. “I’m so sorry. W-Wells is dead.”

Everything fell silent once more, only the static of the radio coming through. Finally, Abby’s voice came through once again. “Okay, Clarke… I’m going to talk you through this step-by-step. Just find-”

The radio cut out for a moment, coming back through in mumbles.

“Raven, what’s going on?” I asked.

She shook her head. “It’s not the radio, it’s the storm.”

“Clarke, we need to hurry.” Abby’s voice was clear again.

“Clarke!” I turned around, noticing Octavia rushing into the dropship. I hadn’t even noticed her climb down after me. “Here, this should help.”

Clarke headed over, grabbing one of the canisters from Octavia. She screwed open the lid, breathing it in. “Monty’s moonshine?”

“Pretty sure no germ could survive this.”

The dropship began to shake, lightning striking off in the distance.

“The storm is getting worse. Monroe, close the doors.” Clarke commanded.

“We still have people out there.”

Octavia nodded. “Monty and Jasper still aren’t back. Neither is Bellamy.”

“It’s okay, they’ll find somewhere to hide out.”

Before Octavia could argue, Clarke turned back to me. “The suture kit?”

I nodded my head towards Finn’s feet. “Right there.”

Clarke grabbed the kit, pulling out the needle. She then poured the moonshine over it, rotating it to cover every inch of the needle.

“Tell me you can do this.” Raven spoke, moving closer to Clarke.

Clarke looked up at me. “We can do this.”

“We?” I asked.

She nodded. “I need your help. Our mothers work together, you and I used to spend hours together in medical reading those journals.”

“Clarke, I’ve had zero training. Sewing Octavia’s head was hard enough.”

“My mother will give us instructions. I just need your extra set of hands, alright?” I averted my eyes, hoping she’d give up. “Athena, please. I need you.”

I looked back up, noticing her pleading eyes. “Alright.”

“Hey, they’re back!” Monroe called out.

Octavia turned to the door, rushing over. “Bellamy!”

Bellamy entered the dropship first, Monty and Jasper lagging behind, carrying the Grounder from the cave. They dropped his unconscious body to the floor, him handing at Octavia’s feet.

She looked up at her brother, her face red. “What the hell are you doing?”

“It’s time to get some answers.”

“You mean revenge?”

“I mean intel,” Bellamy responded, turning back to the boys. “Get him upstairs.”

I marched over to Bellamy, a frown across my face. “Bellamy, you know she’s right.”

“Clarke, we’re ready.” Abby’s voice came through again. “Can you hear me?”

“Athena, I need you.”

Bellamy’s eyes landed on the radio, his face going pale. I placed my hand on his shoulder, my eyes fixed on his. “Bellamy, this is not who we are.”

I watched as his eyes shifted back to the radio, before landing on me once more. “It is now.” He said, pulling himself away from me and headed up the ladder after Monty and Jasper.

Shaking my head, I turned to Octavia. “Please, just sit down somewhere, alright? I can’t worry about Finn, the Grounder and you all at the same time.” Octavia nodded, heading up to the second level of the dropship.

I walked over to Clarke, standing next to her. “The blade is at a sharp, upward angle. Between the sixth and seventh rib.”

“How deep?” Abby asked.

“I can’t tell.”

“That’s alright, just don’t remove the knife yet.”

Clarke grabbed the canister of moonshine, pouring some into her right hand. She then handed it to me, rubbing her hands together. I did the same, and then Raven.

Abby’s voice came through again, though we were distracted by the fighting of two delinquents behind us.

“Damn it!” Clarke yelled. “Raven, clear the room.”

Raven nodded. “Everyone upstairs. Now! Let’s go!”

Clarke placed her hand on Finn’s body. “He feels warm.”

Raven spun around, rushing back to his side.

“That’s alright, fever sometimes accompanies a trauma.” Abby responded. “Clarke, I need you to tell me if there’s any fluid leaking from the wound.”

Clarke examined the wound. “No.”

“That’s good! That’s really good. You got lucky.”

Raven crouched down, her face close to Finn’s. “Do you hear that? You’re lucky.” She smiled.

“Okay, Clarke… You need to have a firm grip on the knife.” Abby started. “You’re gonna need to angle it upward to the left, very slightly to the left, as it exits the ribcage.”

“How very slightly?” Clarke asked, her voice now shaking.

“Three millimeters. Any more would be bad, any less too.”

“Okay, three milimeters. Got it.”

“You can do this, Clarke.” Abby encouraged her. “You’ve assisted me on trickier procedures than this. Once that knife is out, the hard part is over.”

Clarke nodded, taking a deep breath. “Extracting now.”

Placing her hands around the knife, Clarke began to pull slowly.

“Clarke, he’s waking up!”

My eyes landed on Finn’s face, his body beginning to move.

“Finn, I’m going to get the knife out of you, okay?” Clarke spoke before looking between Raven and I. “I need you two to hold him still.”

While Raven and I held Finn down, Finn strained, trying to keep his body from moving. As Clarke neared the end of the knife, the dropship began to shake again, throwing us all across the room. I watched as the knife tore out of Finn, him falling to the floor in the other direction.

“Clarke! Clarke, what’s going on?”

I lifted my head, noticing Clarke standing with the knife in her hand, her eyes fixated on Finn. He was awake, staring right back at her.

“She did it,” Raven mumbled, looking between the two. “She did it.”

…

The three of us had managed to get Finn back on the cot and Clarke was now finishing up her stitches. “Okay, I’m done.”

“Good,” Abby responded. “Do you have anything to cover the wound?”

“We still have one bandage left,” I spoke up, handing it to Clarke.

“Athena?”

My eyes darted to the radio, my shaky legs rushing over. “Mom? Is that you?”

“Oh, thank God.” My mother cried. “When your wristband went black I-”

“I’m okay, I promise.” I smiled through teary eyes. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, sweetheart.”

“Guys,” Raven spoke, grabbing my attention. “Should he be this pale?”

“He’s lost a lot of blood, Raven.” Abby spoke. “If he’s anywhere near as tough as you though, I’m sure he’ll be fine.”

Clarke placed her hand on his forehead. “Mom, she’s right. He’s feverish and his breathing is uneven.”

“You need to give him some time to recover. Let me know if he gets any worse, but I think he might just be out of the woods.”

“There’s nothing but woods down here.” Clarke rolled her eyes. “I need a break.”

“Clarke, wait!” Abby pleaded. “Raven, Athena… Can you please give us a few minutes?”

“Of course-”

“No, no. Raven, stay with Finn.” Clarke responded, rubbing her temples. “Athena, come with me.”

I followed Clarke up the dropship ladder, reaching the top level. Bellamy stared at the Grounder, who was tied up using seat belts we’d salvaged. Clarke pulled herself through the opening, a boy I didn’t recognize stepping in front of her.

“Get hell hell out of my way.”

Bellamy sighed. “It’s alright. Let them through.”

The boy stepped aside, allowing us to pass. I stood next to Bellamy, Clarke approaching the Grounder, who left out a hardy groan.

“Well,” Clarke turned back to look at Bellamy. “If he didn’t hate us before, he sure as hell does now.”

“Who cares?” Bellamy asked. “How is Finn?”

“Alive,” Clarke responded, glaring. “His people will care. How long until they find out where we’re keeping him? What happens when they do? I mean, when they come looking for him.”

“Relax, Princess. No one saw us take him. Thanks to the storm, you couldn’t see a soul out there.” He reached out, Miller handing him a journal. “In case you missed it, his people are already killing us. How many more of our people need to die before you realize we’re fighting a war?”

“We’re not soldiers, Bellamy.” I spoke up. “There’s no way we can win.”

“You’re right. If we don’t fight.”

Clarke went to speak, being cut off by Raven’s cries. “Clarke! He’s seizing!”

“I’m on my way!” Clarke called out, rushing back down the ladder.

I ran down after her, rushing to Finn’s side.

“Get my mom on the radio.” Clarke said.

“The radio is dead. Interference from the storm.” Raven responded, staring at Clarke. “Please don’t let him die.”

…

Finn soon stopped seizing, his body settling in Raven’s arms.

“It’s stopped.” Clarke spoke. “Quick, help me get him on his side.”

I moved into position, noticing Raven remained holding Finn, staring off into the distance. “Raven? Raven, please.”

“There’s fluid in his lungs, he could choke.” Clarke added. Raven snapped back into focus, nodding as she stepped away. Clarke and I then rolled him over, fluids spilling out of his mouth. “He’s burning up!”

“Fluid in his lungs? Does that mean the knife-

“No, this isn’t blood. It’s something else.” I responded, looking at Clarke.

Clarke stared at Finn. “I-I did everything she told me to.”

“Wait, we’ve seen this before.” I said. “Shortness of breath, fever, seizing.”

“Poison.” Clarke spoke, her eyes lighting up.

Raven shook her head. “You sterilized everything, I watched you do it.”

“Not everything.”

Clarke reached over, grabbing the knife. “Raven, stay here.”

I followed Clarke back up the ladder. “They locked the damn door!” Clarke hissed, banging on the hatch. “Open the door, now! Bellamy!”

Finally, Miller opened the hatch, allowing Clarke to pull herself through. I followed close behind, watching as she marched over to the Grounder.

“What’s on this?” She waved the knife in the air. “Answer me!”

Bellamy looked at me. “What is she talking about?”

“He poisoned the blade!” Clarke snapped her head back. “All this time he knew Finn was going to die no matter what we did.”

“What is it?” I asked, moving closer. “Is there an antidote?”

“Athena, he doesn’t understand you.” Octavia spoke, poking her head through the hatch.

“The vials.” Bellamy mumbled, turning around and picking up a small pack. “It’s gotta be here.” He laid them all out on the floor in front of the Grounder.

“You’d have to be stupid to have a poison around for this long without an antidote.” Clarke mumbled, getting on her knees. “Which one is it?”

The Grounder just stared at Clarke, his face never changing.

“Answer the question!” Bellamy yelled.

Octavia pushed her way through the small crowd. “Please, just tell us.”

“Which one?” Clarke asked again. “Our friend is dying down there, and you can stop it!”

My eyes shot to Bellamy, silently pleading for him to do something. He rubbed the back of his neck, moving closer to the Grounder. “I’ll get him to talk.”

He lifted his fist, Octavia jumping in front of him. “Bellamy, no!”

“He wants Finn to die! Why can’t you see that?” His eyes drifted to Clarke. “Do you want Finn to live or not?”

“Athena, please!” Octavia begged. “You said it yourself, this is not who we are. He was protecting me, he saved my life!”

Bellamy shook his head. “We’re talking about Finn’s life!”

“Do it.”

I looked at Clarke, shame written all over her face.

“Clarke, please…” Octavia begged before turning back to the Grounder. “Please, just tell us which one it is.”

Bellamy picked up a knife, using it to rip open the Grounder’s shirt. “Tell us which one it is, or you’ll wish you had.”

“Bellamy,” Octavia pleaded. “Please don’t do this.”

Bellamy grabbed a seat belt, taking a deep breath before swinging it. As it hit the Grounder’s skin, he let out a small yelp, causing me to turn away.

“Please!” Clarke begged, still on her knees. “Which one is it?”

“Just tell them.” Octavia begged again.

Bellamy placed his hand on Clarke’s shoulder, a tear falling from her eye as she eventually stood up. As Clarke moved away, Bellamy hit the Grounder with the seatbelt once again.

Each time he’d hit the Grounder, we would plead for answers. Finally, Octavia had had enough.

“Stop it! He’s not going to tell us anything.” She yelled.

“Clarke!” Raven yelled. “He’s getting worse!”

“We’re running out of time,” I spoke, kneeling in front of the vials. “If you tell us, they’ll stop. Please. We just want to save our friend.”

The Grounder simply stared back at me, and I knew reasoning was never going to work. Bellamy sighed, kneeling down next to me.

“Hey, you don’t have to be here for this, alright?” He whispered.

I shook my head, looking him in the eyes. “I’m not leaving until we get that antidote.”

Bellamy stared back for a moment before finally nodding. “Alright.” He stood up. “Maybe this will work.”

I watched as he retrieved a metal pick from the makeshift table. He adjusted it in his hand, looking back at Clarke who nodded. Bellamy took a deep breath, driving the pick into the Grounder’s right hand, causing him to groan once more.

“What’s taking so long?” Raven asked, poking her head through the hatch. “He stopped breathing.”

“What?” Clarke asked, getting ready to run downstairs.

Raven grabbed her hand. “He started again, but next time he might not.”

“He won’t tell us anything.” I said, standing up. “We’ve tried.”

“Wanna bet?” Raven asked, marching over the cables next to Grounder.

Bellamy eyed her. “What are you doing?”

Raven ripped the cables out of the wall, touching them to each other, causing sparks to shoot off of them. “Showing him something new.”

The Grounder began to panic, attempting to move himself away as much as he could while tied up. Raven took the cables, placing the ends of them against the Grounder’s chest as he screamed out in pain.

“Which one is it?” She yelled, shocking him again. “He’s all I have!”

“Stop it!” Octavia yelled.

Raven turned back to look at her. “He’s letting Finn die!”

Octavia looked to Clarke’s hand, grabbing the knife from her. Without hesitating, she placed the knife against her wrist, pulling it back along her arm.

“Octavia!” Bellamy called out.

I watched as the Grounder’s unwavering calmness turned to panic, him attempting to lunge forward. Octavia stared at him, her eyes filled with tears. “He won’t let me die.”

Bellamy attempted to grab Octavia, her shoving him off before falling to her knees.

“Which one is it?” She asked, using the knife to point at each one. The Grounder nodded his head towards the last one. “This one?” She asked, earning a final nod.

Clarke reached down, grabbing the antidote. “Thank you.” she said before running back downstairs, Raven and I following close behind.

…

After giving Finn the antidote, I went back upstairs to check on the Grounder, a bucket of water in my hand. I placed my hand on his, grabbing the handle of the pick. I looked back up at him, his head turned away from me.

“I’m so sorry.” I mumbled, yanking the pick from his hand.

He hardly made a sound, nothing probably compared to Raven shocking him. I tossed the pick on the floor, grabbing the wet rag from the bucket and attempting to clean his hand, him shutting his fist.

“I need to clean your hand, please.” I begged, trying to pry it open.

Footsteps came from behind me, Octavia appearing in my peripheral. “Here, let me try.”

I nodded, handing her the cloth and watching as he opened his hand again. Taking a deep breath, I spoke again. “I’m so sorry, Octavia. We had to save Finn.”

Octavia turned her head, looking me in the eyes. “For the record, I saved Finn. Nobody else.”

I nodded, stepping back slightly. “You’re right. We should’ve listened to you.”

“Nobody ever does.”

Not knowing what else I could say to possibly make things any better, I grabbed the pick from the floor, heading back down the ladder and out of the dropship. Looking around, I noticed everyone setting up camp again, repairing any damage from the storm. It was as if Finn almost dying and the Grounder never happened.

“We’ll get it cleaned up.” Bellamy spoke, standing next to me.

I scoffed, walking past him. “I wish this was the only mess we had to deal with.”

“Athena,” Bellamy spoke, grabbing my hand with the pick in it. I spun back around, our eyes meeting. “Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things.”

We remained staring at each other for a few more moments. I noticed Clarke approaching, slowly, her eyes falling to our still touching hands. I pulled mine away, clearing my throat.

“What are we going to do about him?” Clarke asked, nodding to the dropship. “We can’t keep him locked up in there forever.”

“If we let him go, he’ll come back. Not alone next time.” Bellamy sighed. “Not easy being in charge, is it?”

Clarke sighed, looking away.

Bellamy gave me one last look before heading off to help the others. I placed my free hand on Clarke’s shoulder. “Hey, everything is going to be alright. Our people will be here soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

next chapter

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chick-from-nz · 4 years

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Paper, Scissors, Rank (Ch: 3)

CHARACTER/PAIRING: Modern!Carrillo x Army!OC (eventually)

WARNINGS: maybe some swearing, military slang, spelling and grammatical errors. Could be very OOC/AU for some. Carrillo might not be cannon accurate for some as this is an AU. Flippy, floppy point of views (if it can be called that?), some oc x Army!oc

AUTHORS NOTE: hopefully y'all enjoy this chapter, sorry for the high amount of OC on OC content in this chapter, also i was writing this late at night so its probably a lil disjointed, but ah, yeah you’ll see why soon. More of the Colonel is this chapter, finally, but yeah. enjoy!

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It seemed wishful thinking really did not pay off for Cadet Greyson, the next two days of training went by without so much of a sighting of the Colonel, who at this point, was still nameless to her and her fellow cadets. Maybe he hadn't seen someone worth his while within the current platoon and had instead decided to leave for the main base to find a more adequate soldier. Greyson dismissed that thought as quickly as it came. Surely he would want a fresh little soldier to mold into his perfect team member, why else would he be sniffing round the training grounds if not for that reason. But as it seemed, no one other than herself had seen the Colonel around. So maybe he was really just a figment of her imagination then.

Pffft, as if, you can’t make THAT man up. He is pure sin of the utmost devine kind Greyson giggled quietly to herself. She had definitely gone mad from the deathly amount of exhaustion they had faced since the assessment day. That or maybe I hit my head when I fell from that stupid wall. Again she giggled to herself. Nope , definitely gone mad.

Another thing that struck her as odd was that she hadn’t seen LT. Colonel Sinclair since their less than professional interactions two days ago. Hopefully he finally came to his senses and decided she wasn't worth the effort and that her rank was far below anything worthy of his attention. For some reason though, that thought struck a cord inside of her, one that frightened her. She was in over her head with this guy, way over her head and rank. Even if he was drop dead gorgeous. Definitely not as attractive as a certain handsome Colonel. A little inside voice reminded her. God, that was the last thing she needed, falling for a guy with an even higher rank, if she wasn’t frowned upon already she definitely would be then.

Shaking the idea from her mind, she stood up and continued packing up her kit. The company was to head back to the training base today. A welcome thought for all the recruits within the area. The thought of sleeping on a bed that wasn’t below zero temperature to the touch and fully functioning warm showers seemed to be pushing them to move faster and more fluidly as a team than ever before. There is never a more motivated team than a team that has a single goal in common . Sometimes she hated her father but she never knew that saying to be more true than it was now.

It took the recruits approximately thirty minutes to have the campsite return to the pristine state it was before they laid camp only four days earlier, despite the fact said week had felt like a month long mission. Despite all the recruits being overworked and their patience stretched thin with each other, all of the thirty recruits had passed their final assessment week, which would mean all of them would graduate together. An accomplishment for all and a first for a company of this size. Yet, it was obvious from an outsider looking in, that this company was definitely not a team of thirty like they should be. The distinct scores between the top three recruits and the rest had seemingly made the company into two teams. The twenty seven cadets who had done enough to pass, and the three cadets who had excelled beyond all expectations in every single area of the training. The elite cadets of the company some might say.

The next few hours flew by for the cadets, a long bus ride back to base, stowing away their kit and polishing boots to get their rig from exercise standard back to office standard. Rumors' had been passed around that tonight there was to be a big meeting for the cadets to attend. There was a palpable excitement coursing through the mess as everyone tried to guess what the meeting was about, many speculated that they would be introduced to the Colonel, while others thought it was a congratulations for completing their assessment week. Although, it was safe to say, that many of the recruits were hoping for the former of the two, and maybe if that happened one of them would be formally offered a spot on the Colonel’s intel squad.

Without even knowing the name of the Colonel there was already a bet running between the female cadets about the attractiveness of the foreign officer. Some girls bet that he was going old and undesirable due to his rank, while others bet he was a “young stud”. Greyson had kept her thoughts to herself but would often scoff at the descriptions the girls came up with, not one of them was even getting close to what the Colonel looked like, which instilled a strange sense of pride within the cadet. But also a high level of confusion as not a single recruit in the platoon had ever mentioned seeing an unknown officer with the instructors a mere two days ago.

As the evening progressed the recruits waited for an announcement to be made over the speakers for them to move to the scran hall or into the common area for the meeting. By eight o’clock the recruits finally heard the speakers crack to live, waking most of them from an evening of well deserved rest. The recruits followed the instructions given to them and made haste towards the common area a short march away from their barracks. Upon arriving, dismissing and gathering in the space many recruits seemed to deflate at the lack of an unfamiliar face.

“Good evening cadets, as you know there is a Columbian Colonel on base observing the ins and outs of some squadrons so he can choose a select few members from different corps so join his intelligence team. Over the past week he was in and out of the training grounds observing most of you knowing. By the end of your longest day he had made a tough decision between two of the cadets sitting in this room, along with choosing your squadron leader, Lieutenant O’Connor here to be a part of his squad. In saying that, the colonel is yet to inform us of which cadet sitting in this room is the lucky new member of his squad. I shall take it upon myself, as the commander of the unit, to inform you as soon as I know” LT. Colonel Sinclair’s speech seemed to drone on for most of the cadets in the room. They were tired, beyond so, and were just wishing he would allow them to leave as soon as possible, but as it seemed, he wasn’t finished yet.

“I will be taking time this coming week to pull each of you into my office to discuss your future in the force and what corps you are now eligible to join due to your overall scores gained from the past twenty weeks of your training. Once you have all been assigned to a core you shall receive your patches and berets and be formally welcomed into your chosen field before you graduate. The last week of training will consist of core introductions and briefs and finalization of drill before your graduation day. I will offer you all a very big congratulations for making it through training and wish you all the best for your futures in the force. You are dismissed”

At the dismissal most of the cadets all but jumped from their chairs, having been given no more orders for the night it was to be a peaceful night ahead. And many of them would be heading straight to the barracks for sleep. Greyson began to make her way from the room following slightly behind her fellow classmates only to be stopped by the LT. Colonel calling out to her. Stopping abruptly at the order she turned around and walked back towards him, the whole time wondering if this was gonna be another one of his ‘teasing moments’.

“Sir, not to overstep but I would like to get back to the barracks and back to my pit before I drop on my feet” Greyson said kindly to make it very clear to the LT. Colonel in front of her that she was suggesting and definitely not ordering him around, that was the last thing she wanted to do.

“This will only take a moment Greyson, I assure you that...” the LT Colonel trailed off, waiting for his subordinate to acknowledge, before continuing on, “I wanted to congratulate you personally on you achievements over the cadets course, you have set multiple records with the scores you have obtained and I wanted to let you know that you are the top recruit from your intake”

Shifting on her feet awkwardly Greyson nodded in thanks, silently acknowledging her own achievements and also trying to stay awake for the conversation. The LT. Colonel took a step closer to her, again entirely to close from a professional standpoint, and placed his hand on her shoulder, steady and firm, making her whole body tense up at the initial contact before she subtly, or so she thought, relaxed far too much under his touch. She had, after all, had no contact from anyone since joining the army, as was protocol, but it had left her touch starved, and in her tired state, far too ready to throw rank out the window and do something that broke far too many rules.

The LT. Colonel noticed the way she relaxed under his touch and decided to push the boundary a little further bringing the cadet in front of him into a tight hug, to which she returned all too eagerly. While absorbed in each other's embrace they failed to notice one of the other cadets, Cadet Lewis, watching from the door. Lewis was Greyson’s roommate and had stayed behind when she noticed she wasn’t behind her like she should have been.

Greyson sank into the embrace, although knowing that this was highly against almost all rules put in place she couldn’t bring herself to care. Yes he was her commanding officer, and yes she was but a lowly cadet, but in that moment wrapped within his strong arms and snuggled closely into her chest, she had never felt more relaxed. She let out one long shaky breath, one that he definitely felt, and pulled away from him. She needed to keep the relationship professional till she graduated, and probably even after then, god knows her father wouldn't want her to disgrace his name.

As she pulled away from his warm embrace she dared a glance up, there was a look of what almost seemed like longing and affection in the eyes of the man before her, and a look of want, the emotions she found in his intense brown eyes made her shiver. She watched as his eyes glanced down towards her lips, then slowly back up to her eyes as his tongue darted out to lick his lips. Shamefully her own eyes were then transfixed on his mouth, and for a small moment, she pushed the thoughts of rank out the window as his head dipped down and his lips captured hers in a bruising kiss. The shock that came from the kiss had her gasping into his mouth, giving him the perfect opportunity to tangle his tongue with hers, she felt his hands start to wander down her back, and further still to her ass. The shock of this seemed to finally bring her to her sense, cause not a second later she was pushing him away and taking a few steps back for good measure.

Standing there staring at the LT Colonel, chest heaving in time with his, sheer horror overcame her sense. What had she just done? Wiping a hand down her face to clear her thoughts she knew she needed to end this before it started, even if the kiss was better than nay she had had.

“Sir, I..” Greyson trailed off, she was struggling to find the right words for the situation, she didn’t want to reject him in a harsh way, or reject him at all if she was being totally honest with herself, but she knew this was the only thing that would save her career from being a shit-fight. “I’m sorry Sir, I can’t do this, I’m sorry” and with those final words she dismissed herself and promptly left the room for the safety of her barracks. In her rush to get away from an awkward moment, she failed to notice the LT. Colonel’s face fell and the way he had to refrain himself from reaching out to touch her.

Breathing heavily and overcome with emotion, Cadet Greyson finally made it back to her barracks, a room she shared with but one other cadet, the luxury of being an officer in training. To her shock her roommate, Cadet Lewis, was still awake, and by the looks of it, she had been waiting for her to get back.

“So, you're fucking the LT Colonel right? That's how you've made it to the top of the points board” Cadet Lewis hissed at her

“I... what the fuck are you talking about Lewis, I earnt my place on that board by beating the rest of you lazy fucks in the events fair and square. And what the fuck do you mean, fucking the LT. Colonel, what gives you that idea?!” In her already distressed state Greyson was finding it hard to process the accusation thrown at her by the cadet in front of her.

“Oh fuck off Greyson, don’t play dumb with me. All the cadets see the way he looks at you and how he treats you differently from the rest of us! And don't act like you weren’t just smooching up to him in the common room, I saw it all”

Greyson felt sick to her stomach, if Lewis had seen it all she could have just lost the right to be here if she decided to run her mouth. She forced herself to turn around before muttering, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Lewis”

Lewis just scoffed, “yeah right, what you think you are exempt from the rules because your daddy was in the force too? Fuck right off Greyson, you’ve got another thing coming if you think you’re gonna get away with this”

Greyson felt her stomach flip, god, the stupid cadet behind her really just pulled that card. She knew she came from an army background but she definitely was not sleeping her way to the top, no matter what the other cadets thought. But at the mention of her father, the sickness turned to anger and she rounded on Cadet Lewis, giving her the harshest glare she could muster, lips curled up in a snarl and a finger pointed in the direction of the other recruit she growled out, “You bring my fucking father into the mess that you’ve made up in that thick skull of yours and I’ll use my name to my advantage. I’m sure your family would love you to return home with Dishonorable discharge plastered all over your report, wouldn’t they?”

Greyson had to to hold back her smirk when she noticed the way the other cadet clammed up and how her face fell. Yeah that's right, bring my father into this and I’ll use it to my advantage you useless trash. And without so much as another word Greyson walked out of the room, slamming the door to their room for emphasis. She was sure almost all the recruits in the block had heard what had just transpired but she honestly couldn’t care less. She made her way out of the barracks building and towards the gym, she needed to get the tension out of her muscles and a workout would be the easiest outlet.

In her haste and far too deep within her own thoughts, Greyson failed to lift her head to see where she was going, and as she rounded the final corner that led to the gym she came to an abrupt halt, slamming into a wall, or at least that's what it felt like. It wasn't until a pair of strong hands moved to steady her did she realize she hadn’t in fact run into a wall at all, just the widest chest she’d ever felt the pleasure of being this close too. She presumed it was one of the infantry boys, they were usually in the gym this late so it would make sense. Except, as far as she knew, none of the boys had the last name Carrillo.

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My Current Thoughts on Writing Fanfics

I’m so glad I’ve had this bloggity since 2012, because I can see how much my approach to writing has changed! I wanted to touch base on where I am now, plus answer the most common questions I receive about writing fanfics beneath the cut.

Obligatory disclaimer: I’m a hobbyist writer, this is meant to be taken as opinion/reflection, not advice, different approaches work for different people, annnnd also check out my digimon fanfics (FFN and AO3).

How do I develop a regular writing habit?

I’d start by setting aside 15 minutes a day to write. Don’t focus on word count- writing x number of words can be intimidating, but most people can sit for 15 minutes and get something down. If you’re writing on a computer, turn off the internet and place your phone out of reach

Gradually increase the session length.

Never worry about the quality of your writing while you’re drafting. That’s what editing and subsequent drafts are for. I have a post on utilizing successive drafts to combat writing paralysis here, but the tl;dr is that the pressure to write a perfect story in the first draft often turns writing into an agonizing trial instead of creative play.

Your first draft is bad, period, at least compared to what it will be. In the kindest way possible, get over it. Your value as a writer- or as a human!- isn’t tied into your questionable first draft. Please explore your story in the earliest stages with enthusiasm, not criticism! You’re going to make it so much better by the time you’re finished!

How do you write so much?

See, here’s one of the biggest changes in my mindset compared to my early days as ahiddenpath. I used to think that doing all of this writing was like... extra credit, like a stretch goal I pushed myself to achieve.

I learned in therapy starting in 2018 that the reason I keep writing is because I have to. I have general anxiety disorder, and my brain... Have you seen an old-timey cartoon with a boiler? They are drawn swollen, metal distorting with steam pressure, rivets groaning and popping free. That’s how I feel if I don’t write. Don’t ask me why or how, but writing is like turning a valve to release the pressure.

(Quick PSA- my therapist calls creative outlets “coping skills.” If you feel like you have boiler brain, make time for your hobbies, no matter how tired you are.)

For me, writing is challenging play. Although I’m often conveying messages that matter to me or exploring ideas I want to work through, and I try to make the best product I can... I don’t take it seriously, and I don’t sweat over it. I’m here to wander, play, and take care of myself.

So basically, I think the recipe for producing lots of writing is: regularity/habit (do it every day, even for just a little while), minimizing distractions, separating the processes of drafting and editing, turning off criticism in the early stages of drafting, and writing for yourself and your own needs.

Do you feel embarrassed about writing fanfic?

Nope. I write for my mental health/because it’s fun, period. However, I also don’t tell people IRL that I write fanfic! But I’m a private person (I don’t tell people IRL that I’m asexual, for example, and I only tell them I have anxiety if I freeze up in front of them).

Do you feel embarrassed about writing OCs/fakemon?

Hahahaha! Look, I know there are lots of people who won’t read OCs and fakemon. I know there are probably people who wish I would stick to more canon stuff (both in terms of OCs and my strong preference for AUs).

But I’m here to write what I want, and while it makes me happy when people read and enjoy my work... It’s no skin off my back if they don’t. I already fulfilled my goal of taking care of myself.

Don’t you want to get published and make money for your writing?

No, not at this time. For everyone who has said that I have the writing skill to be published, thank you so very much. That’s so kind, and I truly appreciate it!

But... The United States has the enormous capitalistic attitude problem that endeavors are only worthwhile if they generate capital. I can’t even begin to tell you how damaging this concept is- literally, I’m not equipped with the sociopolitical educational background.

Sometimes I think I’d like to become a published novelist? But sometimes I recall that I have a dope research gig, and I wanna play around with writing in my free time.

To be clear, I’m not saying that you shouldn’t pursue your creative career dreams!!! And, who knows, maybe some day I’ll get tired of research and want to try swapping to the hobby/skill I’ve spent so much time refining. Just... Never stop doing something fun and harmless you enjoy because “it doesn’t make money.”

I’m not gonna sit here acting like I know what the purpose of life is, but I think having fun and meeting your needs is pivotal.

Okay, so how can I support my favorite fandom content creators?

Bless you, f’real. The easiest way is to comment on their stuff. For meta writers, leave comments, engage, ask questions. For fanfiction writers, leave reviews. I have so many lovely folks who chat with me over Tumblr or discord after reading my stuff, which is so great. But it’s hard to find those sweet messages later. I can always click on reviews any time I need a little positive reinforcement/boost. So, even if you’re going to talk to the writer later... Leave that review!

If the content producer uses social media, reblog their stuff to give them more exposure. Likes are for you, so you can find a post later. Reblogs are for the creators, so other people can see their work.

Things like fanart, fanfic of fanfic, cosplays, and other... fan content of fan content make our year, I promise! We love that so stinkin’ much!

Some fan content producers have a ko-fi and/or a patreon, so sometimes there are monetary ways to show appreciation.

If you’re intimated by a content producer, please remember that we are all massive dorkasauruses. I absolutely guarantee it.

How do you have so many ideas?!

Ah, I have a Future Projects page on my blog- I don’t think pages work on mobile.

But here’s the secret: ideas are the easy part. They are literally a dime a dozen. Heck, there are AU generators! Just pick characters out of a hat and use an AU generator and bam, you’re off! And even then, you don’t need a real idea to start writing! I launched Four Years on the thought of, “hahaha, wouldn’t it be a mess if the Chosen went to college together?!”

We’re writing fanfic; we’re here to play. There’s no need to crush yourself with the expectation that you must write the next hit thriller plot.

In my opinion, the much better question is: how do you manage your projects such that you complete them?

So, uh, how do you manage your projects?

I’ve established that I write fanfic to play and to take care of myself, but I do want to grow as a writer along the way. And the best way to learn how to craft narratives is to practice completing them. If you launch stories over and over and only write roughly 1/4 to 1/3 of the way through the story... All you’re practicing is how to start a story.

When I first started writing as ahiddenpath, I did exactly zero planning (see the Four Years reference above). I ended up with longfics stretching as long as 400K+ words- that’s over six novels (based on the average adult fiction novel length)!!!!! It is so daunting to work on longfics, because you feel like the ending is nowhere to be seen.

SO most of my pointers circle around always writing towards your ending, even before you start!

-Decide what you want to say with your story before you start writing.

First, “what you want to say” doesn’t have to be a big, grand theme. It can be as big as “how the trauma of their adventures impacted them after” or as small as “I think these dorks would have a good time at laser tag.”

I’m not talking about a detailed outline (in fact, I personally hate outlines). Just know what your story is about and make sure what you write points to it. If you can make the structure of your story mimic your theme, even better! But no worries if that doesn’t work out, it’s not always possible.

-Write linearly

The best way to keep moving along in your story is just to... keep writing it in order. This helps achieve regular updates, and prevents you from potentially “losing” material if you change your mind about the plot before reaching the bit you wrote already. This happened to me so frequently that I stopped writing ahead of myself. If I have an idea, I write it down, but I don’t draft future scenes. In my experience, they often never see the light of day.

I’m told people often write the bit of the story they most want to write first? If you have a single scene that you’re really longing to write, but you don’t know how to get there/don’t want to write the rest... May I suggest that you... don’t write the rest? If your scene works as a oneshot, write that oneshot! Don’t torture yourself with a lot of writing you don’t want to do. Most often, people end up forcing their way through 1-4 chapters, then stalling before ever reaching the Good Bit.

A moment of silence for all of the unwritten Good Bits out there. Now, some Enya.

If you can’t reduce Good Bit setup to a oneshot, reduce as much as possible. I think that sometimes, people underestimate the incredible advantages of writing fanfiction? Everyone knows your characters already, and maybe even the setting, if you keep it canon. You can cut out the setup and dive right into what you want to do with the characters!

-Think about the structure of your story before you start

Considering the structure of your story is a fantastic way to estimate how long it will be/ensure that there is an ending in sight from the start. For example, in Voices, I covered a single school year in Japan, writing a diary entry for a different Chosen every day, so I knew that I would write the story for roughly a year. After August had one chapter per Chosen, so each child could help Taichi deal with his post Adventure trauma in their own way, plus an opening and closing chapter. My Tri story, Tri: Integrity Lens, is written and posted in installments covering each Tri movie.

It’s fine if no particular structure strikes you. I could see forced structure turning into a gimmick, you know? But if it naturally works out, it’s a great way to have a solid idea of how much story is ahead of you before you start, and where the story will end. And being cognizant of how and when a story ends from chapter one yields a tighter, shorter fic, one that you’re more likely to complete.

-Consider writing in batches/sections before posting

So lately, I’ve been experimenting with how I deliver fanfic updates. I mentioned that my Tri fic follows the Tri movies. Each movie is covered with a few 3,000-6,000 word updates that I post every other week. I cover an entire movie before posting any of it, and then I plan to take a break in between movies to work on either the next movie or a different fic.

AND THIS IS SO GREAT! Having large chunks of my story written is such a fantastic way to do things! I keep thinking of little details I can add/things I should mention and noticing inconsistencies I can fix before posting. Giving myself a larger picture and time to mull over it by spreading out updates is making a huge difference for me.

Plus, giving yourself little breaks between installments can help keep you fresh and motivated, while leaving your audience waiting at a nice, natural stopping point. Plus, this way they know that you haven’t just... up an vanished or dropped a story. You’re just taking an announced break.

How do you plan stories?

I believe I mentioned hating outlines. I personally respond best to “structured freedom.” I focus on things like: what are my themes/what do I want to say, how will the characters grow or regress, how is this story structured or formatted, what is the overall tone and mood. Other than that, I keep things fluid... Which is why it’s so important for me to enforce some kind of ending point before I begin.

Basically, for me, too much planning = a boring slog where I can’t inject the moods and ideas of the day into my work without derailing meticulous plans. Too little planning = longfic hell. I’m guessing that everyone has to decide for themselves where they land on this continuum! Exploration is vital.

Okay, I am out of steam for today. If you have any other writing/fanfic questions you’d like answered, please let me know! Here are some other resources I’ve made.

-Combating writing paralysis with successive drafts

-Dishing with an artist

-Tips for Fanfic Authors

-More Tips for Fanfic Authors

-Tips for Winning Nanowrimo

-Resources/Advice for Digimon Adventure Fanfic Writers

#writing talk #writing fanfics #writing fanfiction #writing fics

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rikumorimachisgirl · 4 years

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So, I started writing this Mystic Messenger fic last year but lost the inspiration to continue. I finally finished it today, so I hope you like it.

Oh, and I commissioned this lovely artwork from @hydeine last year, too. I said I'd tag her when I finally post the fic. I suppose today's the day. Here we go...

Title: Strawberry Pancakes

Pairing: Jumin Han x OC (Iris)

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 2,665

Author's notes: Some of the scenes were faithful to the game.

Disclaimer: I do not own Mystic Messenger, but I own the idea of this fanfic.

It started with pancakes. Those thick, buttery, melt-in-your-mouth fluffy stove-top cakes that both of them - apparently - were both fond of.

The first time they talked about it got him into a spot of trouble. Over an utterly dull lunch date with his father and his latest conquest, amidst the rich ambiance of the Michelin star restaurant where only the who's who in society were spotted, Jumin Han chose to indulge in a little tête-à-tête of his own at the RFA chat room with her.

Her. Iris - RFA's accidental member, unofficial party organizer, everyone’s cheerleader, and about the only other person who resonates with him. Jumin quietly as he waited for her to respond to his last message. Over the last twenty minutes, they have gone from talking about Elizabeth the 3rd’s grooming habits to his favorite breakfast food.

| ‘I like chocolate chip pancakes.’ He felt his lips stretch sideways as he read her message. It was strange, he thought, how he's been joining the chat room more often since she joined. In the two weeks that they've been chatting, he felt closer to her than he's ever been with anyone in his life.

| ‘I figured you would.’ He typed and sent.

|’Huh?’

|’You seem like the type who'd indulge in something with high sugar content early in the morning.’

|’That was a lucky guess, Jumin.’

|’But I don't believe in luck.’

|’Oh, and I suppose you think you've got me all figured out already? If you're so smart, tell me what I’m thinking at the moment.’ He smirked at her cheeky response.

| ‘Iris, I'd like to remind you that I’m a businessman, not a fortune teller. If you’d like me to infer based on our conversation though, I'd say you're thinking that I like buttermilk pancakes, to which the answer is no. I prefer strawberry pancakes.’

Silence.

| ‘Am I really that predictable?’ Her message finally came in two minutes later. He chuckled. In his mind, he imagined she probably would’ve pouted as she replied.

“You seem rather amused, son. Did something happen?”

The sound of his father's voice snapped him out of his daydream. The young executive silently cursed himself for carelessly dropping his guard. Clearing his throat, Jumin straightened up and ran a hand through his dark locks.

“My apologies, father. I had urgent business to take care of.” He tucked his phone in his pocket while wishing that Iris would understand why he hadn't gotten back to her.

“Judging by your smile, I take it that business is going well?”

It took all of his willpower not to roll his eyes at his father's new girlfriend. Glam Choi was it? And what was it that she did? Judging by how she managed to turn heads, he deduced she must be some kind of celebrity. Nothing special, he thought; after all, his father, the Chairman of the Board of C & R International, seemed to have dated them all - socialites, celebrities, models, beauty queens - some of whom were even a year or two his junior.

“Jumin? Are you all right, son?”

He silently cursed himself once more. While he was silently judging his father’s new girlfriend, he had once again dropped his guard and gave the older man the opportunity to call him out.

“My apologies.”

“That's twice you've apologized. My, what an interesting day it is indeed, ” the stately older man said curtly. “Is our company not to your liking, son? Please just bear with us for a few minutes more. After all, your assistant told me that you won't have an appointment in the next hour or so.”

Jumin took a deep breath and sighed. If he had only known his old man’s agenda was to introduce his new girlfriend, he would’ve begged off right away. God knows he’d much rather be eating pancakes with her now than having a full-course meal in this place. He shook the thought away for a moment. Now wasn't the time to dream of her. Fixing his grey eyes at his father and the young celebrity he decided to date, he feigned a smile. “Very well, father, you have my full attention until then.”

OoOoO

The second time they talked about pancakes was more of an afterthought. It happened right after their first kiss.

Their first kiss. The very thought of it still made his heart race. He remembered every little detail as if it were yesterday. He had Assistant Kang to thank for arranging everything for him. Thanks to his efficient employee’s quick thinking, he was able to meet Iris a week earlier than the rest of the RFA members, although if he had a chance to do it over, he wouldn't be as flustered as he was when he first laid eyes on her the night before.

He watched in awe as she stepped into the foyer. She was everything he’d imagined - slender and graceful, her brown hair cascaded down her back, and her dark brown eyes looked back at him with the same level of wonder.

“Jumin, i-it's so nice to finally meet you.”

He swore he’d never felt his heart beat faster than it did at that exact moment. ‘Get a grip, ’ he scolded himself, as he schooled his emotions before it got the better of him. He must not lose his footing, after all, he was Jumin Han - businessman, philanthropist, future CEO.

“You’re beautiful.” The words slipped from his mouth quite naturally, and he immediately regretted it when he saw her cheeks turn several shades redder.

“I’m sorry, ” he cleared his throat. “What I meant to say was that I hope you traveled safely. If I had known Assistant Kang was going to ask you over, I would’ve sent out my driver to pick you up.”

And then she smiled, and he knew right away that he was going to do whatever it takes to keep her.

“Who is this woman and what is she doing in your house?”

Jumin gazed at the shameless woman his father had been forcing him to marry and resisted the urge to throw her out of his penthouse himself.

“Sarah, please don't be like that. I'm Jumin's friend -”

“And what kind of friend comes a man's house alone? By the looks of it, you probably stayed the night, too!”

If Iris was the least bit upset at the insults hurled at her, she did not let it show. Unfortunately, he was far from being gracious.

“This is dragging on far longer than I expected. I'm actually quite surprised I hadn't thrown you out the door the minute you showed me that fake cat picture. My security will show you out.”

“What? No, you can't do that. I'm your fiancée,” Sarah cried out incredulously.

“Oh, please,” he said haughtily. “If you think that we'd gotten engaged just by exchanging a few words, you're clearly delusional.”

“So, you're choosing her over me?”

“I don't know why you're even asking,” the dashing Chief Director of C & R International said, as he turned his attention to the willowy brunette who stood quietly in the corner. Something about the way she looked at him urged him to come closer to her. With each step he took, the answer became clearer. He stopped in front of her and smiled. She was a good head shorter than him, and she looked adorable gazing up at him with those big brown eyes.

“It wasn't like I had another choice to start with,” Jumin finally said, his eyes never leaving hers. “Iris,” he whispered, as he lifted her chin and closed the gap between them. He could've sworn he felt a shock wave run through his body the minute his lips touched hers. Suddenly, the sound of Sarah's protests faded, and all he could hear was the sound of his heartbeat - or was it hers? He really couldn't tell - but every single one of his senses zeroed-in on the beautiful woman in his arms.

Her lips were the softest he’d ever kissed - not that he’s had lots of experience - as a rule, he only kissed women because he needed to close deals with them and the kisses they shared were always cold. This, however, was different. As his mouth moved over hers, again and again, all he could think about were two things - how her kisses taste like strawberry pancakes, and that he could never get enough of her.

OoOoO

The third time they talked about pancakes was a memory guaranteed to make her blush almost immediately. He remembered vividly - Provence in July, a month after they'd gotten married. He promised to take her on an unforgettable honeymoon anywhere she wished. He thought she'd choose to go to Paris, Santorini, Milan, or even Ibiza, and he’d be happy to take her there; but instead, she chose to go to his newly-purchased winery so he could still oversee their daily operations while spending time with her and Elizabeth the 3rd.

That's so like her.

He woke up alone in bed one Sunday morning. Frustration marred his beautiful face as he ran his hand over her now-empty side of the bed, and found it still warm. She couldn't have been gone for long, he thought. And Elizabeth the 3rd, who usually enjoyed sleeping late, was not in the room as well. Still half-asleep, he forced one eye open to glance at the clock on her nightstand.

‘Six-thirty, ’ he groaned silently, as he rolled on to his back. What exactly could his wife be up to this early? Sighing, he rolled out of bed and left the room in search of the beautiful woman who disappeared from his side before he even got to kiss her good morning.

The house was quiet except for some movement coming from the kitchen. Raising an eyebrow, he quietly made his way to the large French country-style kitchen his wife loved so much and found himself entranced at the sight of the lovely brunette he now called wife, stirring something in the mixing bowl while their pet sat on the counter, looking curiously at her.

"I hope I get this right, Elizabeth the third, " she told the cat softly. "Jumin's pancakes always taste good, so I hope he'll like these."

Her innocent declaration made him gasp. She was making pancakes for him. And that realization made him pick up his feet and head over to where she was at.

"I see you both are up early."

"Jumin -, " she cried out in surprise, as she felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind. "Good morning, my love. I didn't expect you to be up so early."

"I could say the same about you, especially after we made love several times last night, " he responded, as he planted soft kisses on the side of her neck. Her cheeks turned red at the thought of their passionate night together, and he smiled, knowing how embarrassed she was. "You're blushing."

"I can't help it…, " she murmured. "And I think you've disappointed Elizabeth the third."

He watched their pristine white cat jump off the counter and saunter out of the kitchen. "I think she's just giving us some privacy. Don't worry, she'll be fine, " the dashing young businessman said as he stopped kissing her, but kept her in an embrace. "So, tell me what you're up to."

"I was going to make strawberry pancakes for you, " she started, her face still flushed. "But I'm not sure they're as good as the ones you make."

"Is that so?" He unwrapped his arms and moved closer to the counter where the mixing bowl was. "I suppose there's just one way to find out."

She watched in silence as he dipped his long and slender finger into the bowl and scooped up a tad bit of better. Carefully, he brought his finger near her lips, while watching her gently. "Say ahhh…, " he said and laughed at how dutifully his wife complied. "Well?"

"It's sweet…"

Cocking his head to one side, he smiled at her wryly. "Is that so?"

"Why don't you taste for yourself?"

His eyes twinkled with excitement, as she failed to realize how enticing her offer was. Cupping her face with his hands, he leaned forward and whispered, "I suppose I will, " before he ravished her mouth - and all of her body - over and over just like the night before.

The pancake batter was left untouched until later that day. And as she had placed ointment on the scratches she had left on his back, he feasted on the strawberry pancakes she had made just for him.

OoOoO

The fourth time they talked about pancakes was on Valentine's Day - the first of many they'll be spending together. He thought of many ways they could be celebrating this together and spent a lot of sleepless nights thinking of the perfect present for her. Never once did he think they'd be spending the day spooning her in bed, with one hand caressing her swollen belly.

Thirty-eight weeks. She had been carrying their first child for nearly nine months, and despite her growing belly and her slight weight gain, she continued to look even more beautiful.

"I really want pancakes, Jumin."

His hand stopped moving, and he raised an eyebrow at her upon hearing her request. "Darling, I asked you what you wanted for Valentine's…"

She snuggled closer to him as she felt his low voice vibrating on his chest. The gentle sound of his voice always soothed her and the baby, and she wanted to hear more of it today. "And I told you I want pancakes."

He frowned, feeling a little upset at her answer. In truth, she could have anything she wanted - jewelry, cars, all the designer items a woman could get her hands on - but all she wanted to for Valentine's was his home-cooked pancakes. "That's all you want?"

"That's all I want, " she hummed. A few seconds later, she felt the baby kick and the sensation made her giggle. "See? Even the baby wants pancakes."

"But the doctor said you should lay off sweets…" He should have known better than to speak those words because no sooner had he said them, she immediately turned to him with sad puppy eyes. He sighed. He knew at this point that he had lost to her once again - after all, he could never resist her - but he wanted to make her victory a little harder. "As I was saying, the doctor said…"

"But Jumin, I haven't had anything sweet since we found out I was pregnant, " she said, pouting. "And I'm really craving the strawberry pancakes you make."

"Will that make you happy?"

"Very much so."

Sighing again, he untangled himself from her and rolled out of bed. "All right. I suppose I can alter the recipe a little bit. You just lay there and rest, okay? I'll be back with your pancakes."

Elizabeth the third jumped from her bed and walked beside Jumin as he stepped out of the room. "How long do you think before she rolls out of bed and follows us?" He asked, glancing sideways at their precious feline as she mewled her response. "Ten minutes? That's too generous. She's been too fussy lately, but something tells me you're spot on, so we need to move fast."

And true to form, a very pregnant Mrs. Han waddled out of their room ten minutes later, enticed by the mouthwatering scent wafting from the kitchen.

"Those smell heavenly, " she said excitedly, as she made her way beside her husband and stood on tiptoes to give him a kiss. "Thank you, Jumin, " she whispered before she waddled towards the cozy little breakfast nook she had designed for them.

He smiled, as he watched her walk away from him. She had no idea how happy she's made him, how lucky he was that she came into his life, and how thankful he was for all the many things that brought them closer together. Especially strawberry pancakes.

The end.

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discoveringenterprise · 4 years

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“RYAN WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO?!” and other shit you might wonder

First off: I am so sorry for disappearing off of the face of the earth oh my god

Second off: I’m going on an indefinite hiatus as of Sundayish. Yes, you read that right, an indefinite hiatus. All the content on the blog will stay for our enjoyment, and I fully authorize use of my gifs anywhere and everywehre

Third off: if you’re struggling rn, shit gets better, PLEASE trust me on this.

TLDR of this post; I got better, so can you, and I’m heading out.

ENT GC: let me know if you want admin. Do what you want with the blog, and if you wanna make a new group chat, please do so since I won’t be around to add people.

How can I contact you/get your contact info before you go? Dallyn and Daphne have my contact info so if you ever need to reach me and I’m gone... yeah. Like I said, I’ll be heading out Sundayish, so I’ll periodically log in here if you wanna talk to me/get my info before I go.

What’s your actual name? That... that’s a long story, too. LMAO. Especially if you know me. DM me for the story if you know me.

Why are you leaving? So, as you guys know, I started college, which is completely and utterly whack. Everything is changed, everything is different and I have friends now? Like, WTF. I’ve been so wrapped up in work it took me forever to get on here after Dallyn texted me “your account got hacked” so... oops. I let everyone into the ent gc (oh my GOD i look back at that and have a love/hate relationship with it!) and let me know if you figure out a way to make admins on it??? I’m confused AF.

I’m going to be focusing off college and staying off Tumblr for a while. It was 2 am technically today and I was reading all my old posts like “jfc I was so depressed???” and now I’m just... not. I made friends, real friends, over the summer. People who understand and get it (and yes some of them are ent stans.)

Why did you disappear in May and why are you leaving again? Shortly put, and I don’t mean to sound mean, I made real friends. Real as in I will physically interact with them in real life (aka college friends). I kind of weaned off Tumblr slowly, and only kept going back for the ent gc (I LOVE YOU GUYS THOUGH!!!). And it kinda became a drag.

When I came back to Tumblr, it was like late January and early February. I’d just got out of the Instagram rping world and was so tempted to start one here, but I was scared and intimidated, and I’m glad I didn’t. Breaking off rp was the best thing I’d ever done for myself, and the best thing that this toxic girl ever did for me. My shitty mental health had been kinda dependent on this rp, it’s hard to explain, but I was being a jerk and kinda had been since freshman year with projecting my feelings onto my character��s and blurring the lines far too much between me and her. She was (and is!) still hella overpowered, hella perfect, and something that would absolutely never happen in canon.

Honestly, this whole situation was basically the lyrics to the song Clarity ft. Foxes by Zedd. I love that song, go give it a listen.

Point being, I got myself off of that once I realized. The problem had started in January 2017, ran through October 2017, and then took a hiatus until junior year but only started to really manifest itself in February 2019. And honestly, mainly when school started back, in September/October 2019 and lasted until January 4 when she and I had our last fight. (She messaged me again, later- here- and since making that post, we’ve ended things on neutral terms.)

So I came here. Tumblr. I’d been here in 2017 right after the OTHER rp ended, and I think Tumblr became my new outlet then, too. I was a baby in the middle of my freshman year then. And then there I was, coming full circle. As a senior in high school. I read all of my old posts about how I’d never make it, and there I was. I’d made it. The end of HS was in sight.

I straight up vibed through all of May. Now, I was slowly making friends in college already, but it only really took off in April and May, which is when I left. I focused more on those, building those connections. I loved you guys on Tumblr, I still do, but I was definitely going to meet these college friends. And as I pulled my head out of Tumblr, I got a job, an actual paying job , in June- and I was already gone.

As I looked back on my posts last night/this morning I was thinking “oh my GOD what the fuck” because jfc, Tumblr had turned into the place where I vented. And then as I got through the months, I became happier. The pandemic was around, duh, and I didn’t have as much school stressing me out, there wasn’t as much craziness around. I was free, I didn’t have people from high school to deal with, and I got better on my own.

YEAH, I was talking to a college guy. And yeah, that was nice, but it was more of a side thing. He was my friend, and he played me, but I learned to be myself. Learned to love Enterprise wildly and give absolutely no fucks.

And it is oh so nice to give zero fucks. It’s an amazing feeling. I hope everyone gets there someday. And yeah, I’ve had moments where people don’t like me, and moments where I’ve felt down, depressed. That’s not saying life is always perfect 100% of the time.

But what I’m trying to say is: it gets better. And to me, Tumblr was like a crutch. Sometimes you need it to help you stand, but when you think you always need it, and can stand on your own, that’s where the problem is. In May, I became confident enough to let the crutch go. And I’m thankful that I did that.

I still love you guys, everyone reading this post, the people that know me and are going to miss me. It’s not that I hate this website or anything- I just stopped using it as a crutch, you know?

Where can I read this crazy fanfic? DM me, haha. It’s the classic “self-insert but NOT a self-insert” fanfiction originating form a fifth grade idea, reformatted by my depressed fourteen-year-old self. And I wouldn’t change it for the world. Yes, it’s Star Trek.

I also have one for the girl’s relative, too, which IMO is much better. She’s less overpowered, more of a real human being.

So why mention the fanfic and RP? It’s weird; I’ve come full circle. I wanted to be this perfect girl, and then I planned how she’d finish her story (and I’m finishing it. I am, I promise, because she’s a part of me that I wouldn’t trade for anything). As I’ve taken a break from the E/AP-verse (my public nickname for it haha, someone found out here) I’ve realized again, I came full circle.

All I wanted back then was to be happy and I thought a guy would do it. Popularity, a bunch of friends, a “hot body” (btw FUCK BODY SHAMING and you’re all perfect) and all that BS that the media tells you. What really gives you happiness (or at least me)? Confidence. The fact that I know I have friends I can count on here. Yeah, a relationship is nice, but complete yourself before you get into one.

And when I planned my OC’s ending back in February, that’s what she got. She’s married in my head now, to her (and my!) perfect guy, but the important part is that she’s happy, and she’s herself before she got married. Before she got in her relationship.

So, yeah. I think that covers it. In all honesty, if you have more questions, send them to the ask box and I’ll tag them and all this as “ry’s goodbye” and update my nav page. It’s 12:39 AM so please excuse any typos!

Bye, guys. For now, at least.

I love you.

#ry's goodbye

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chimswae · 4 years

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BTS Caretaker CH25

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 4,154

- Author Note: I was busy with BTS yesterday hahaha too much content in one day, i was a little high on that, so this came out late. xx

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Chapter 25

D-2 to BBMA

“Seul-ah, bring the outfit on the bed next door. The boys are getting ready for their interview” Semmy, the head stylist hollered from the bathroom. “I need to find Taehyung’s accessories, I will be there in 5. And, oh help any of the members that already had their makeup on with their outfit” Seul gathered the outfits, wobbling a little considering the weight from the outfits were a little too much for a girl like her to hand. She was basically shrinking from everyone’s view.

She took a few moments to stabilize herself before making her way stealthily to the entrance “Alright unnie, I am going now!” her voice muffled behind the pile of clothes in her embrace. It never occurred to her this job would be this challenging. Mentally and physically challenging. It was only her second day running errands for Semmy, yet she could feel her whole-body aching in pain. Seul couldn’t feel her legs anymore.

Thankfully, their room was at the same floor as hers, shorten her distance and time to reach the room. She leaned against the door, using her elbow to press the button with a soft huff. Seul straightened herself upon hearing the soft thud beyond the door, though she almost dropped the loads on the floor, her fast reflex avoided any accident happen.

“Sem, finally!” said one of the staffs brightly.

“It is Seul” Seul mumbled.

“Ah Seul! Get inside quickly, it must be heavy. I can’t even see you behind those outfits” the girl let out small giggle, giving way for Seul. “Jimin close your eyes! Stop moving your lids, for pete’s sake” Seul heard a soft voice at the corner frustrated at the younger guy antic.

Seul was in daze, as she had zero idea which way to go considering the clothes were towering her figure. She had to take a little peek from her side only to get herself in trouble yet again luck was on her side. Seul pulled it off without injuring the expensive clothes, “Unnie, where do I place this?” she inquired hoping for some enlightenment.

“Oh god, my bad. Place it on the table in front of you, just few steps in front of you” the girl who greeted her at the door now was busy smearing cream on Yoongi’s milky skin giving Seul direction in process. Yoongi who had his gaze fixated on Seul held back his tongue from cracking up at the sight in front of him. He mentally complimented Seul adorableness and her small figure didn’t bring any good in this either.

“Nuna, are you sure she doesn’t need your help? She is….shrinking” Taehyung rough voice beside Yoongi made her heart raced. Now, that she realized everyone must be witnessing the state that she was in at the moment. She was sure, it would be ugly.

Yoongi retorted, “She has to do something about her size” teasing the girl making her turn to fifty shades of red. “Damn Min Yoongi” cussing under her breath, Seul forced her wobbly legs to walk properly without committing any mistakes.

Ignoring Yoongi little tease was the best thing to do right now, with that Seul could find herself smiling again as she sensed a hard surface near her feet. Leaning forward, she was about to release the heavy loads on the table. With her inability to get a clear view of what’s in front of her, her heel had caught an electrical wire, causing her to trip and stumble over the wooden chair almost slamming her face flat against the cold tile.

Jin’s hand shot out, catching Seul before she lost her balance. She pressed her eyes tighter expecting to hear a loud thud beneath her or at least the pain that might attack her in few seconds. Yet, nothing from that.

“Be careful clumsy!” his soft voice muttered in annoyance, with his arms clamped around her waist tightly. Yoongi and Taehyung who were in the same room shrunk in their seat upon witnessing Seul clumsiness that might turn into a serious accident. Both of them were about to arise from their feet to save the day however thankfully Jin who was few feet away from Seul, fast enough to halt the accident from happening.

Releasing her from his embrace, Seul finally let out a deep sigh of relief “That was close! Thank you Jin!” she turned to face the handsome guy with a wide smile. His eyes glimmered in happiness since he had his makeup on, he looked overly handsome in that plain black shirt of his. Not that he didn’t look good with those magic touch from the talented nuna, yet Jin is already good looking in real. The magic touch enhanced the glow on his face.

Seul didn’t even realize she was blushing at her own thought.

‘Shit…what the hell is wrong with me’ Seul tore his gaze before Jin noticed the obvious taint on her cheeks.

Jin patted the top of her head softly “Seul, can I get change? Where is my clothes?” he asked once again with his soft yet manly voice. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Yoongi scowled lowly “Yah Min Yoongi, I told you to stay still and don’t move. Go to sleep!” the older woman scolded, frowning deeply.

‘Why is Jin hyung acting all coy in front of her’ his mind mentally judged the eldest member in the group, deciphering the image in front of him making him even more annoyed.

“Oh yes, unnie told me to help you guys to change, wait let me find your outfit!” Seul grinned, looking for the outfit with Jin’s name tag on it. Surprised by her own competency to find everything under five seconds, Seul handed the outfit to Jin “Here you go!” Jin nodded in approval.

“You are good Seul-ah. Have you ever considered to work with us?” his question flustered her. Working with seven living sculpture, like she could survive a day with them around her 24/7. Seul barely survived few hours with these boys, that sounded more like a pathway to heaven.

Seul blinked “I am working with you guys, your caretaker” she chuckled softly.

Jin corrected “As a stylist I mean, not a caretaker” deep down inside how he wished he could hire Seul, if an only he owned the company, Ceo Jin.

“I like being your caretaker better. I can cook for you guys and look after your welfare” she muttered genuinely. A soft smile spread on his face, Jin had genuinely loved Seul’s presence around them. In fact, he yearned for more time to be with her. Too bad, she had her own life not that he wanted to ruin hers. If it is possible, he wanted to keep her by his side forever.

What a dangerous thought. Jin shrugged off the weird feeling inside him refused to succumb into it deeper. He encircled her wrist, tugging her to one of the rooms “Where are we going?” she asked confusedly.

“Helping me to get change?” he said innocently. Jin meant to tease her but to see Seul small eyes rounded in pure fear, motivate him to prolong the teasing.

Seul pulled her hand from his grip “You want me to watch you strip?” he nodded with a serious expression. “That is how stylist do their job, if you don’t believe me. You can ask Semmy nuna” he cleared his throat allowing himself to breathe from this fun scene.

“You mean, unnie has seen all of you strip before? I mean, the stylist that work with you. They watch you.. urm strip?” she hesitated, reconsidering Jin’s word to be serious. This line of work was even dangerous than she ever thought. Not that it toyed you mentality but as well as it is playing with your heart.

Jin nodded with a soft hum, surpassing his smile.

For an endless moment she stared into the dark depths of his eyes before pulling in a deep breath. “I can’t watch you strip” Seul expressed in her tiny and timid voice. She looked vulnerable and adorable itching Jin to pull that pure girl into his arm. Yes, he did it after much contemplation.

“I am joking” he laughed heartily, squeezing the girl in his embrace. Jin who had no control over his laugh hid his face in her shoulder. She could literally feel his whole body shaking due to the excessive laugh.

Seul grunted “What a prick” puffing her cheeks, she gave a soft slap on his back enough to show her dissatisfaction toward his over the top teasing. Pulling away after calming down, Jin squished her cheeks moulding them in circular motion “You should see your face. Tsk, acting innocent huh. Remember I caught Jungkook kissing you before~” he whispered lowly in her ears before disappearing behind the door to get ready.

She blushed madly ‘WHEN DID HE SEE THAT?’ she scrambled to her feet and hurried out of the room. Being in the same room as Jin only suffocate her even more, that was so unnecessary for him to make fun of her.

“Seul? Are you alright?” she bumped into clueless Semmy at the door yet Seul managed to pull the most awkward smile of the century. “I am alright, Jin is changing inside. Did you find the accessories for Tae?” she immediately find a topic to talk about before the older woman noticed the tense in the air.

Beaming widely, Semmy nodded “Thank god I brought the tie along! This is a must accessory for Tae. Oh, since you are here, can you go check on Gukkie. I bet he is struggling with his belt. I need to get this to Tae. Thank you Seul-ah” she winked leaving the unstable girl behind.

‘What kind of guy who doesn’t even know to put on his own belt, is he an idiot?’ Seul dragged her feet to the east, twisting the door knob open only to be welcomed by Jungkook’s bare back. Holy, Jungkook’s bare back was a must sight to see. His tone muscle was too much for her eyes to handle.

“Nuna I can’t fix this freaking belt, can’t they make a simpler belt” he complained while his fingers fumbled at his belt. His lower lips puckered into a small pout, as he spun around to catch Seul’s hard gaze roaming on his body “Seul… What are you doing urm here…I thought it was nuna” he rubbed his neck.

“Unnie..told me to come here. I didn’t mean to barge in without warning, I thought you’re dressed. I will wait for you until you’re fully dressed then..” she took few steps backward almost hitting the vase behind her.

‘Get your mind straight Ji Seul!’ How could she even get her mind straight after witnessing such sight. She refused to mention about Jungkook’s perfectly shaped abs, like she could even think straight from the sinful sight after this.

Jungkook’s hand stopped her before she could reach the door knob. His veiny hand was on the knob staring down at Seul and she felt a little rattled. Seul tucked hair behind her ears, feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny “You said, you wanted to help. Help me with my belt” there was a hint of playfulness behind those does eyes.

“Can’t you fix it by your own or can you just call one of your hyungs to do it for you?” she wanted to explain herself that she’s a lady and was not supposed to touch him inappropriate way. Not that area, too private and scandalous.

He pressed his lips together finding a way to trap Seul in between “Then, I will ask one of the nunas to fix it for me” twisting the door knob slightly, Seul shrieked in disbelief. “YOU CANT-NO. I MEAN DON’T-!” Jungkook smug in victory.

“Someone is being possessive over me”

“I am not”

“We know those are lies. Now fix it for me or I am going to find someone else to fix it for me” his dominant voice sounded super wrong and sexy. Her dirty thought was leading her into another dark side of this situation. What was she thinking?

Seul poked her finger against his chest, alarming the guy “Are you threatening me Jeon Jungkook?” she had a playful smile at the corner of her lips. Groaning inwardly, Jungkook restrained himself from doing all the bad things that he had in mind. Mind you this golden maknae aint that goldenly innocent anymore. He too numerous time had a super wild imagination.

“Feisty. Are you going to fix my belt now are you planning to keep me waiting?” Jungkook’s muscle tense up as the tip of her fingers traced along his arm, testing his patience. Seul tilted her head “Why does the question sounded so wrong to me Jung” she poked fun.

“Don’t test me” he gulped the heavy lump on his throat.

She shrugged, brushing her fingers around his torso “I did not say anything. Perhaps, you are hinting something else?” Seul did not know how many time she had cursed and regretted everything that came out from her foul mouth, yet it never stopped her to tease this younger guy before her.

Seul purposely took the long way to stroke his slim waist along the length of the belt around it, and fumbled with the key to the shackles. He bit his lower lips feeling extremely frustrated by Seul’s teasing “Nuna….” his very pleasing and gruffy voice called out Seul in the sexiest fashion. The “nuna” term which he never used before sent chill down her spine. Did she just press the wrong button? That was no good.

His breath hitched at the mere touch, seconds later Jungkook exhaled a low grunt “Nuna..You do realize I am a man right, and you are a woman?” he leaned closed to her earlobe whispering those words one by one alluring Seul into the darkness of his voice.

She composed herself trying not to be affected by the change in his voice “I know. And you never call me nuna before, what makes you call me nuna” Seul pressed while keeping her eyes on the belt, unbuckle the belt.

“Don..t do that…” Jungkook held back his low groan. “God, nuna you are driving me insane” he run his nose along the length of her hair, taking a moment to appreciate the sweet strawberry smell from it.

Seul heart thumped against her chest, and she knew right way, this was wrong.

She made the wrong move.

She was not supposed to trigger Jungkook….nevermind.

Seul coughed a little to ease the sexual tension between them, her fingers fumbles once again with the knot around his waist. After struggling a little, she held the strap on his belt, inserting the end of into the belt loops.

“Are you going to leave me hanging?” Jungkook inaudible mumble was so close to her ears, that he could feel his hot breath against her skin. His lips started to move by its own at the side of her neck dizzying her mind instantly.

“Stop..that..Kkuk..” she squeaked lowly between her sharp breath. Seul gathered herself ignoring the feeling of his soft lips against her skin and threaded the belt end through each loop, pulling it through. Once it reached the last loop, Seul buckled Jungkook belt hurriedly with hope he didn’t catch her nervousness.

“Okay, I am done. Put on your shirt, you don’t need me to button up for you right. Yeah-right, then I will get going and see if Semmy unnie needs me” she blurted it out at once, chewing her lower lips. Jungkook brows flinched together in confusion and he ended up letting a dangerously low chuckle.

For a second, Seul thought she was free from Jungkook prying eyes, but she was so wrong. As she was about to exit the now heated room, Jungkook embraced her from behind, nuzzling her shoulder a little too unusual than his usual affection towards her.

“You lead me on only to leave me frustrated. That is not fair” he brushed off hair from her shoulder leaving a trail of kiss along her blade, slowly turning her body to face him again. She held onto his biceps to regain herself back from this sudden closeness. In fact, his soft skin against her clothed body weakened her knees.

Jungkook pressed a gentle kiss on her lips and drew back to utter something “I only call you nuna when…” he nuzzled their lips together, biting the soft flesh awfully slow teasing Seul’s desire. Her eyes fluttered reacting weirdly to his soft touch “When…?” she mumbled against his lips.

He brushed a finger along the delicate flush on her cheekbones, and then gently the spot with his lips before continued “When..i want to do all the bad things that I have in mind with you” with those shady words coming from the innocent man, Seul gasped a little to see this side of his.

Jungkook captured her lips once again eagerly, he drank in her gasps and sighs, lapping at her lips. Kissing Jungkook has never been this intense before and for some reason today it felt like she had never even share any kisses with him. His large hand stroking her body deeply, pulling the girl closer to his body.

The kiss lasted for few more minutes until Seul had enough and pulled away before it could lead to something else. What was she doing during her work hour? This was unprofessional.

“I don’t want to slack off. I am working” she panted against his lips. “So,do you” she stroked his cheeks one last time with a small kiss on his lips. Embarrassed and flustered, she scurried off the room breathing heavily.

Jungkook had his oddly bunny smile which appeared to be super sexy on his face again. He sunk on the bed allowing himself to register the moment that he had with Seul earlier. Groaning in his head, he rubbed his neck with a shy smile.

Closing the door behind her, she cupped her heated cheeks deadpanned after the unexpected scene inside the room. Hoseok and Namjoon walked pass her but soon to put it a stop upon realizing Seul, they sent her a wary glance.

“Seul..?Are you alright?” Hoseok asked with a hint of concern. Hoseok was fully dressed in his outfit and he looked extremely good, to make it sounded more unrealistic, his dimple smile found their way to comfort Seul’s wild heart.

Seul smiled meekly “I am okay. You look good Hobi!” she gave him a thumb up and winked in process. Delighted with the compliment, Hoseok grinned from ear to ear “What about me?” asked Namjoon.

“We have to do something about that shirt Joon, why can’t you tuck it in properly. Let’s go” she needed an escape from the thought of Jungkook. Yes, keeping herself occupied with work would be the best way to put a stop to whatever that she had in her mind.

Namjoon followed her mindlessly, as soon as they reached the room where they could find Semmy fixing Jimin’s light blue shirt. He smiled widely as soon as his eyes landed on Seul “You look dashing Jiminie” she complimented.

“Thank you Seul-ah!” Semmy shot Jimin a playful smirk making the younger guy blushed in his stance. “Nuna stop that” Jimin and his habit, lower lips puckered unknowingly into an adorable sulk.

“I know Jiminie. You don’t need to tell me” she whistled and returned to her work trying not to press the flustered boy even more.

The tall guy spread his leg wide, so he would be in the same level as Seul at least to ease her job. She chuckled at his antic and murmured a soft thank you, buttoning his sleeve button with care. His eyes landed on her lips noticing the smear of lipstick on her lips.

“Seul..You have something on your lips” he pointed out the area in circle.

“What?” she rubbed it softly only worsen the stain. Namjoon shook his head, reaching out to her lips “What did you eat to get you into this mess?” he laughed, slipping his thumb carefully over her lips, wiping off the stain.

His questions had flustered her since it was traced back to the scene of her and Jungkook not long ago “I didn’t notice that.. I was in rush, thank you Joon..” she forced a smile on her lips, hiding the nervousness in her.

‘ You are so dead Jeon Jungkook’ she groaned in her head.

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D-1 to BBMA

For the rest of the day Seul avoided Jungkook at all cost and whenever Semmy called her to help with the boys’ outfit once their interview at one place was done, she would casually go to help Jin or Namjoon instead. Not that she only avoided Jungkook, yet she purposely refuses to make any eye contact with Yoongi. After the plane incident, it was hard to not get her words stuck at the back of her throat. There was some kind of force from Yoongi that make her wanted to take a break from that man.

Jimin on the other hand was the calmest and coolest among others. Despite his clear feelings for Seul, he didn’t show it explicitly or made her heart turn into a puddle of mess. Unlike, Jungkook and Yoongi, the two of them were aggressive in showing their physical affection. The sweet Jimin now and then would intertwine their hands together, pulling her into his embrace and sometimes left trail of kisses at the top of her head. And, that was it.

She could barely handle Yoongi and Jungkook so she hoped Jimin would stay that way. Her heart needed a break obviously from these overwhelming feelings. Bighit staffs were being overly friendly and nice towards her, made her feel comfortable and welcomed during her stay in Las Vegas. She didn’t have a chance to sightseeing considering the boys’ schedule were so tight that she had to run here and there whole day.

Nonetheless, she had fun watching how the industry works. Most importantly, their life as an idol. It was not an easy path to begin with. The pressure from the surrounding never left their shoulder, since they had to look good in front of the camera, like flashing of their biggest smile even though they were drained.

Namjoon was working hard in every interview knowing he’s the only who could speak English fluently, making it extremely challenging for him. Seul could tell the disappointment in the members’ eyes, they wanted to help Namjoon and feeling bad for him to speak on behalf of them all the time. They had their back for each other, that was the important part.

They just came out from the arena where the award might take place tomorrow, they got the chance to see the arenas and their designated seats. It made them even nervous to be in the same hall as worldwide celebrities whom at first was unreachable now they were all here. That was the craziest part of all.

The moment when they left the place and reached the hotel, it was already 11 P.M. Everyone was ready to hit the bed feeling their muscle aching from every corner of the body. After bidding a final goodnight, Seul and Semmy made their way to her room to prepare the boys outfit for their red carpet tomorrow. They had to make sure there would not be any slightest mistake occurred considering all eyes were on BTS tomorrow.

Using the last ounce of their energy, Semmy and Seul used up all their time the whole night to organize the outfit and suitable accessories to match with it. Seul learned a lot from Semmy and in few days, both of them grew close to each other. Hanging the last outfit on the rack, they smiled gleefully at the result “Unnie that will look good on Tae!” she squealed.

“I know right! Tae suggested me to wear something like this, so I can imagine he will look good. He has a great sense in fashion” Semmy patted the black tux. “Now let’s get some rest, it is 1.30 in the morning. Sorry for keeping you awake Seul…You have been such a great help these past few days” she chuckled.

“I am all good unnie, don’t worry about me. I will be by your side until we are done with this. Use me all you want” Seul stretched sitting on the bed with a loud yawn.

Semmy chuckled, ruffling her hair “Go sleep kid, its going to be a long day tomorrow”.

The moment of truth might come soon, and she was excited to see the boys in the outfit that Semmy prepared for them. Seul could imagine their good luck in this suit.

Men and black suit. What a perfect combination indeed.

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probably-eating-poptarts · 4 years

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New Blood | Chapter 2

Tensions rise and plans are made

Universe: Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt x OC

Word count: 1,980

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A/N: This chapter was honestly so hard to write considering the fact that, like… nothing interesting happens 😂 But I felt it ended where it needed to end, and I have ideas already set for where I want this story to go, so stay tuned! (@tentacles-and-coffee, would you like sum tag? 👀)

Chapter song: Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

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That night was chaos at the Hewitt house.

“What the hell were you thinkin’, Ma? That bitch should be on Tommy’s choppin’ block, not off runnin’ your damn errands!”

“Now Charlie, you oughta know by now we can’t just kill off every single person that comes through; someone’s gonna catch on eventually–”

“It’s Hoyt, goddammit! Hoyt!”

A bony, long-fingered fist slammed into the worn butcher block table with enough force to topple one of the cloudy old mason jars spaced around at each place setting, and spittle flew from pooched, cracked lips. Luda Mae threw her hands up in exasperation before stomping into the kitchen, fed up with her son’s tantrums.

She returned a moment later, setting down a casserole dish fresh out of the stove. “That was a good girl, I just know it. She was just passin’ through and there wasn’t no reason at all to do away with her! Besides, her granddaddy is old John Elwood and you know he and his kin would come snoopin’ around if she up and disappeared!”

Hoyt spat carelessly onto the scuffed hardwood and curled his lip in a mockery of a smile. “You just jealous, Mama?” he wheedled. “Sad that you ain’t had no little bitch to gussy up, huh? Is that it?”

“That’s enough, now!” She snapped, her tone booking no room for further argument. “You won’t lay a single finger on that girl if I have anything to say about it, so just hush up and eat your supper.”

The old woman sat herself in her chair with a sense of finality, staring down her eldest child as if daring him to open his mouth again. Luda Mae had given her boy a lot of slack after his return from the war, and she loved him dearly despite the attitude he liked to give her these days, but at some point a mother just has to put her foot down.

The two locked eyes for several tense moments before Hoyt sucked sourly at his teeth and called over his shoulder, “C’mon in here, Tommy, and let’s eat.”

From the shadows of the hallway a looming shape moved; dim light from the dining room spilling over the burly, hulking form of the youngest Hewitt as he ducked under the doorway to enter the room. He had been patiently awaiting his adopted brother’s permission to join the rest of the family as always, but he found his thoughts distracted from his meal tonight with the topic of their discussion. Who was this girl, and why was Mama so taken up with her? Would she just end up like everyone else who found themselves on the receiving end of the infamous Hewitt hospitality?

He could tell that Mama was none at all happy with that prospect, and he found himself struggling with the uncomfortable possibility of having to choose between the wishes of his mother and the demands of his sibling. Cross as he could be sometimes, Charlie (Hoyt, Tommy reminded himself) had always been the one to give Thomas direction in his days following the collapse of the slaughterhouse; who to kill, who to detain, who to hobble for his… ‘personal enjoyment’.

But if his brother commanded him to kill this stranger, and then Mama told him not to… What would he do?

Shaking off the unanswerable conundrum for now, Thomas tucked into his meal with his usual gusto and decided he would just cross that bridge if or when he ever came to it. For now, supper was hot and the evening was still young yet…

“Thanks again, Bobby. I’ll tell Opa you said hello!”

Addie waved farewell to the bearded man and folded the small stack of paperwork he’d just finished filling out neatly as she made her way back towards her truck and now-empty trailer, hauling herself into the driver’s seat before cranking the engine and pulling out of the livestock pavilion.

Just a ways down the road - right where Luda Mae said it would be - a tiny little tea shop sat tucked away on the downtown strip between a record store and a newly refurbished post office. Addie had to drive almost half a mile more to find parking that accommodated the size of her rig, but she enjoyed the walk nonetheless as she made her way back past quaint storefronts and other folks out for a morning stroll.

The shop itself was cozy, if not slightly disorganized on the inside, but the rather eccentric older woman behind the desk knew exactly where everything was when Addie explained what she was after. When she finally left the store nearly a half hour later - the small silver bells above the door tinkling a merry goodbye over her head - she had two boxes of green tea and a little novelty tea strainer she’d been… somewhat coerced into buying all tucked away in a little paper bag under her arm.

From there it was just one quick stop by Luda Mae’s place, and then she’d be on her way home. The trek out always took much longer since she made extra stops at other farms to pick up livestock, but if she played her cards right, she’d probably make it back to Elwood Dairy by suppertime.

Someone at the pavilion had even managed to fix her radio, so with the windows cranked down and CCR blasting over the speakers, it was only just before noon when she found the little turnoff and rolled into the diner’s parking lot.

Roiling thunderclouds were gathering as Addie made her way across the asphalt towards the rickety front steps, and she paused for just a moment to study the looming darkness reaching out across the restless treetops in the distance.

“Looks like we’ll be in for a pretty nasty summer storm,” came Luda Mae’s voice from just behind the porch door. She pushed the screen open with her elbow and waved Addie inside, ushering her towards one of the antique tables where a porcelain teapot and mismatched teacups sat waiting.

The two women chatted amicably for a while as the tea Addie had acquired steeped; watching the broiling noon sun slowly and mercifully fade away beneath the creeping shadows of the oncoming storm cell.

“So do you stay with Old John up there at the dairy?” Luda inquired.

“Yes ma’am,” Addie replied, “Ever since I was a kid.”

“What about your folks? Do y’all all live on the property together?”

The younger girl pursed her lips and looked down into her cup, swirling the dark contents within.

“M’not really sure where my biological father is,” she finally confessed. “And my mom signed over custody to my grandparents when I was about six, so I’ve been with them almost my whole life. She comes around now and again, but we don’t really see her all that often.”

Her shoulders lifted and fell in a quick, nonchalant shrug. “Besides, growing up on the farm was really nice; and with Oma being sick lately, I came back from college to help out more.”

Luda Mae perked up. Sweet, well-spoken, and educated? “What were you schoolin’ for, then?”

“Well I finished my degree a couple years ago, actually.” The hint of pride in her tone was hard to hide. “I was really just taking extra courses during the fall before I left campus.”

Before she could elaborate the screen flew open with a sharp thwack, accompanied by a growling roll of thunder. Well-worn snakeskin boots thumped heavily against the dusty hardwood floor, announcing the arrival of the scowling sheriff Addie had seen briefly during her previous visit.

“Mama,” he nodded in greeting to the older woman, his sharp, beady gaze boring into Addie so coarsely that an instinctive shiver of apprehension tumbled down her spine.

“Hoyt! Come on in, honey; let me get you something to drink and introduce you to Miss Adeline Elwood, old John’s grandbaby.” As she spoke, Luda Mae tottered up from the table and pulled out a glass coke bottle from the old cooler by the register, popping the cap off on the attached bottle jack before passing it to her son.

The seemingly permanent frown he sported turned a fraction more sour, just for a moment, before breaking into a fractured grin - as if he had forgotten the art of smiling properly. “Pleasure’s all mine, ma’am.”

Both Hewitts joined Addie at the table, chair legs scraping as bodies settled into comfortable positions.

“So you mean to tell me ain’t nobody out here drivin’ that rig of yours?” Hoyt asked her with an air of haughty surprise. “We ain’t used to seein’ decent womenfolk around these parts all by themselves, y’know.”

Addie hid her clenched teeth behind a sociable smile. “Yep, it’s just me. Been hauling cattle by myself for a few years now since my Opa is staying home more often.”

The sheriff whistled low and reclined comfortably against the back of his chair. “Yeah, word spread fast when miz Rosie got sick. How’s she been holding up these days, hm?”

“About as well as can be expected,” Addie replied with a cock of her left shoulder. “We’re all just taking things one day at a time.”

He nodded sagely and took a swig of his drink, still watching her every move like a hawk zeroing in on an unsuspecting mouse.

“Now, you never got around to tellin’ me what you were upstate studying,” Luda Mae interjected with a gentle pat on the younger woman’s arm. “Such a bright young thing, aren’t ya dear?”

Clearing her throat, Addie fiddled with the excess of her ponytail before taking a brief sip of tea long since gone tepid. The wiry old coot was starting to make her rather tense. “I got my degree in animal science over at TAMU two years ago, and I’d been taking some agricultural classes right before I came back home to help around the farm.”

“Sciences, huh?” Hoyt sucked on the dip between his teeth. “Awful high aspirations for such, ah… lovely young lady such as yerself, dontcha think?”

Addie leveled him with a rather icy stare.

“Well that may be so, but since veterinary options tend to be rather limited around these parts, I figured I may as well learn how to do it myself.” She hit him then with her coyest, most femininely charming smile. “Sometimes a lady’s gotta help herself if there’s no man around to do it for her.”

With a sly wink to seal the deal, she pushed off from the table and tipped her head to both Hewitts in turn. “The tea was lovely Miss Mae, but I really ought to be headed on home, now.”

“Oh please, sweetheart, don’t go botherin’ with all that ‘Miss’ stuff.” The older woman began to gather their empty china. “Luda Mae will do just fine now.”

Nodding her understanding, Addie swapped final goodbyes and stepped back into the oppressive Texas heat, barely deterred by the flagging breeze pulling the surging storm cell ever closer.

“You drive careful now, y’hear?” Luda Mae called from beyond the screen. Hoyt stood at her shoulder - an ominous figure looming within his mother’s shadow - and he crooked his fingers at her in a little wave as he smiled that rusted out grin around the wad of tobacco always present within the rotting crease of his lips.

Ingrained southern manners had the young woman returning that broken-doll gesture with the barest tilt of her head in acknowledgment, and she clambered quickly into the confines of her truck cab where she felt a modicum of safety behind thick glass and sturdy American steel. She wasn’t going to outrun this beast of a downpour, but she was ready to get as much of a headstart as she could.

Things were looking to get nasty very quickly.

#the texas chainsaw massacre #TCM #Tommy Hewitt x OC #uh ohhh #that's what we call FORESHADOWING ppl #dun dun duuuuun #also i'm BACK #bay-BEE #Thomas Hewitt #New Blood #NB TCM

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teddy-bear-surprise · 3 years

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𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐲 ✷ 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢

|| Prologue || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 ||

You can read this story on AO3 or Wattpad too!

Teen Wolf X American Assassin Crossover

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Rating: 16+

Pairing: Mitch Stilinski X OC

Gen. Summary: When Mitch gets assigned to the CIA's undercover division, the last thing he expects is to fall in love. After being assigned to monitor the Celestin family, one of France's most powerful mafia families, he soon discovers that the Boss's daughter, Genevieve Celestin, is the companion he has been looking for since Maureen's death.

"[Stilinski] took his pathetic self-absorbed emotion and shoved it as far down in his gut as it would go, and he plugged it with the first and only thing he had available-anger. That anger slowly metastasized into a suit of armor. For the first time since the news had hit him, he saw a way out. A faint light at the far end of the cavern. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew he had to head toward it. It was the only thing that offered him hope."

― Vince Flynn, American Assassin

Type of fic: Medium-Fast Burn Romance

Content/Trigger Warnings: None so far

Current Word Count: 6,374 (prologue + 2 chapters)

Started: March 1st, 2021

Ended: N/A

Credit for all pre-existing characters and storylines go to their respective creators. American Assassin (book and film) & Teen Wolf (TV Series).

Content Disclaimer

None of these disclaimers are calling anyone out, I just want to make sure that my expectations and intentions are clear before you begin reading this story. Also, please read these disclaimers, they’re here for a reason.

Hurley's personality is slightly modified in the Prologue because writing about that man's personality gets on my nerves and I can't write about Dylan's character if I'm worried about perfecting Hurley for one chapter.

There will be basically zero canonical occurrences in this story aside from some aspects of Mitch Stilinski's backstory which draws from events in both universes. Everything that occurs from that point onward, will be of my creation unless otherwise stated. (will be marked with an ! in the title if it relies on canon)

I'm also not going to use the beach scene with Katrina from the movie, it just feels wrong for me to include it so I'm going with the original version from the book with Maureen.

Mitch Stilinski's personality is going to be a very complex combination of Stiles Stilinski's sarcastic, awkward, and ambitious self along with Mitch Rapp's serious, suspicious, and loyal personality. Just get ready for it, because it's definitely interesting.

If I get to the point where there are sexual or "mature" scenes, minor or major, I will put a small separator(~~~) + trigger warning before that scene occurs as well as putting an asterisk (*) in the title to let you know. It is likely, however, that there will be no smut since I’m ace and I basically only see sexual scenes as like a routine and I don’t think that would be very interesting for anyone to read.

I have slightly oversimplified some components of the backstory but it's not super important, it's just for context.

If you comment and are joking (/j) or being sarcastic (/s) and it is not clear, please use tone tags so I don’t misunderstand the context. Additionally, if you happen to say something genuine that might be misconstrued as sarcasm, please use /g for genuine or /srs for serious.

This is purely a work of fiction and you might see the characters do some despicable things, but that does not mean it is okay.

I expect everyone to be mature about it. I don’t want to have to monitor this story.

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vicunaburger · 4 years

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Admittedly, I’m Hard to See

Fandom: Beetlejuice the Musical Chapters: 10/? Pairing: Beetlejuice x OC (Holidae) The Players: Beetlejuice, Lydia Deetz, Holidae Bell Word Count: 1,563 Warnings: M for Language and Suggestive Content

Notes: …angst angst angst angst...

Chapter 10- In Which Occam’s Razor is Proven Correct

In the almost two months since moving into the house with Lydia and Beetlejuice, Holidae had yet to venture beyond the second floor.

She was aware there was a massive attic space, that Lydia’s family had a few things stored up there for safekeeping, but it was wholly underused in the grand scheme of the floor plan. Holidae vaguely remembered Lydia saying something about wanting to convert it into a dark room at some point, but nothing else. It was just there. A set of steps leading off into the abyss as far as she was concerned.

So it was quite the surprise when Lydia sent Holidae up to the attic to rummage around for photo props for her latest brilliant scheme.

“Just go find something… I dunno. Haunted looking.” Lydia had instructed before retreating back into her bedroom.

Holidae trudged up the surprisingly steep set of stairs, barely even touching the doorknob before it swung open, almost beckoning her inside. She was getting used to the creepy nature of the house by then, merely shutting the door behind her with a quiet click.

The space was huge, but not as empty as Lydia had claimed. An old, patched up sleeper sofa was unfolded into a bed in the far corner, accompanied by a dresser and a large mirror. A rack of clothes was stuffed up against the wall, doing a poor job of hiding the piles of meticulous marked cardboard boxes that lined the walls. Unfinished works of “art” sat collecting dust on the opposite side of the room. With a little work, it could have been converted into a rather spacious guest room, but it was far too shabby to house anyone now.

Holidae’s attention was drawn to the clothing rack, seeing an array of colorful dresses - Delia’s, no doubt - and some smaller, darker clothes: most likely Lydia’s old hand-me-downs. She sifted through the clothing idly, making the occasional face at the more gaudy ensembles, until she came upon… a man’s suit. It was hidden so well in between the other garments, she would have passed it by completely if she hadn’t been paying attention.

She pulled out the suit, shaking some dust off of the lapels, and inspected it carefully. The jacket and pants were a deep, but loud, red color; stained with grime that turned patches of fabric a sickly gray, stitched with thread that didn’t match any color on the suit. A ruffled shirt completely the look: again, a garish red, but a rusty hued stain had soaked into the front of it, a good sized rip disrupting the button line.

Furrowing her brow, Holidae stood in front of the mirror, holding up the suit next to her for height reference, “Hm. Too short for Mr. Deetz…”

A small whiff of tobacco smoke was the only warning she had before the suit was ripped from her hands, and she was shoved backwards toward the center of the room with force. It took some ungraceful, wobbly steps, but she managed to regain her center of gravity. Beetlejuice stood in the place she once was, crushing the suit against his chest in a vice-like grip, his hair matching the red of the fabric, his expression terrifying.

“Who the fuck gave you permission to come up here and go through my shit?” His gravely voice was low, reverberating deep in his chest.

Holidae held up her hands in defense, “Whoa, wait! I had zero idea of your stuff being up here! Lydia told me to get something for her, that’s all.”

“She told you to get this?” He held up the suit, “This specific thing that was hidden from view?”

“Well, no…” She started to chew on her bottom lip, feeling the pit of her stomach drop. “She said to get something haunted, so I was looking around through the clothes because most of them are frankly hideous, and it was on the rack. How was I supposed to know you wore anything besides stripes for god’s sake? I don’t think you have the right to be so angry about something like this.”

Beetlejuice didn’t seem impressed with her ramblings, putting the suit back in its place before advancing on her like an animal, “I don’t have the right?”

Despite him now looming over her, she stood her ground, “It was an honest mistake.”

His hands wrapped themselves around her neck, his thumbs pressing up into the bottom of her jaw, “Honest mistake, she says, like I would just believe you. You know what else could be called an honest mistake? Snapping your neck before you could even take a last breath. Oh no, what a shame, I didn’t mean to murder her. It was an honest mistake.”

“N-no, an honest mistake would be more akin to forcing your bestest best friend to marry you under duress and then realizing the whole affair was a waste because if you would have just sat down and talked things over you could have been happier faster.” Holidae could feel her pulse pounding under her skin, pressing against the force of his hands. “I know a tuxedo when I see one.”

Beetlejuice squeezed harder, earning him a gasp from his captive, “You are so mouthy today, Holli. Where’s all this coming from, huh? Do you think we’re friends Holli? That we have some sort of understanding? What makes you think I haven’t been fucking with you this whole time because I’m bored out of my skull? Wait wait… don’t tell me… you think I feel something for you other than utter contempt, right? You’re alive. I exterminate living things as a job.”

“…did anyone ever tell you that you can’t lie for shit?” Holidae choked out, her eyes starting to water with effort to breathe.

The muscles in his jaw twitched, and he eased up on his grasp, “…I lie all the time, babes.”

“Exactly, but you’re bad at it.” She reached her hands up, grabbing hold of his forearms. “If you didn’t care about the living as much as you claim, you wouldn’t have kept a constant reminder of a time when you were one of us.”

“Ugggh, damn.” Beetlejuice released her completely, walking over to sit on the edge of the fold-out bed.

Holidae waited a moment before following him, watching as his coloring turned from red to a dull violet, sitting with his face in his hands. Still leery, she crept over, standing over him in quiet contemplation.

“…don’t tell Lyds.” He finally spoke, running his hands down his face with a sigh.

“About the suit?” She asked, gesturing behind him to the clothing rack.

“No, about the fact I haven’t dusted up here in weeks. Yes about the suit.” Beej groaned, leaning over and resting his head against her thigh. “I know she already feels bad about the whole… stabbing thing. I don’t want to make it worse for her.”

“Tell you what; no more murder attempts, and I’ll keep your secret.” One of her hands reached down and patted him on the head; surprised by how soft his hair felt despite it’s messy nature. “Deal?”

Almost instinctively, he leaned into her soft touches, “Deal. Weirdo.”

“Me? I’m the weirdo? Uhh, pot calling kettle there, sir.” Holidae protested, tapping on his skull with her fingertips, “Mind elaborating for me?”

Beetlejuice put his hands around her waist, pulling her down onto the bed beside him, and rested his head on her soft stomach. Holidae made a small noise at the sudden shift of view, but let him do as he pleased for the moment. Her hand went back to absently petting his hair, seeing pink mix with the violet.

“I’m a literal demon who just threatened your life again, and you didn’t have the self preservation to like… run away. You’re weird. Like Lydia is weird… but you’re different weird.” His clawed fingers, unsubtle as he was, slipped under the hem of her shirt, feeling the warm skin underneath.

“Okay, I’ll give you that. Ahh~ cold hands.” She squirmed uncomfortably.

“Cold hands? Where?” He sat up, pulling her shirt up and over her bra to expose more of her skin, rolling her back and forth to check all sides of her. “I don’t see any cold hands under here. I think you’re losing it, Holidae; finally going mad! It’s the curse of this house.”

“Or maybe it was a jerkass ghost.” Holidae flailed helplessly, completely undone and laughing until she was out of breath, “S-stop!”

Beej continued running his hands all over her exposed flesh, pinching and dragging his claws to leave little white marks, “I’m trying to get those cold hands off of you, hold still! You’re clearly in distress and need my help, babydoll, your face is all red… you must be terrified, right? Don’t you worry about a thing. Aha!”

He dove down as he lifted her midsection off the bed, catching some skin between his teeth and biting sharply, the flesh immediately red and starting to bruise when he pulled away. Holidae couldn’t hold back the noise that left her throat; a soft keening whine breaking through the laughter. It startled her, and she clamped a hand down over her mouth to muffle herself, watching as those molten gold eyes of his turn dark.

“Oh? Care to repeat that, Holli? Didn’t quite catch it…” Beetlejuice grinned wide, leaning down for another attack.

Knock

Knock Knock

“Holli? Didn’t know if you got eaten by the monster octopus that lives up here. Should have warned you about Captain Tentacles, my bad.” Lydia’s voice echoed from the other side of the door, just as the knob started to turn.

Writing Tags: @mr-geuse @paxenera @leiasolo77 @go-commander-kim @ashemspirit

#beetlejuice broadway #beetlejuice fanfiction #beetlejuice musical #beetlejuice the musical #beetlejuice x self insert #beetlejuice x oc #writing time

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strangefable · 3 years

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Catch Up Meme

Rules: tag as many people as you want to catch up with or get to know better!

I was tagged by @the-laridian (Thank you! I hope you don’t regret it.)

Three ships (I am tempted by a certain archaic Christmas carol, but I shall refrain.)

Serenity, Enterprise-D, and the Flying Dutchman.

No? Okay. Uh... Vicar Max/my captain (but no one but me knows her yet so this doesn’t even count)

I’ve been Having Thoughts about whether Udom Bedford and Alex Hawthorne ever had, like, A Thing before his untimely end?

Lately, I’ve been having a lot of Feelings about Aloy from Horizon Zero Dawn and various people she meets in game. Working on my second playthrough right now, is why.

Look, shipping is weird for me. I like ships, but I like to read everything. Fanfic is such a cool, broad medium that I could wax on about for ages. I enjoy other people’s OCs. I like seeing ships I never would’ve thought of myself. Hell, I even read whole-ass fandoms in which I don’t have direct knowledge of canon sometimes. I used to severely limit myself to “Only These OTPs Are Real” kind of thinking when I was much, much younger, and it was a shitty attitude that I’d like to never have again.

But uhm. Right now I’m exclusively writing Vicar Max/my captain. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Last songs listened to

I legitimately have no idea. According to my music player, it was either the TOW soundtrack or one of my ridiculous writing playlists that I make and then don’t use. I don’t listen to a lot of songs any more. I miss it, but I just... can’t. It’s an attention problem. Lyrics distract my brain too much when I’m doing something else, but I’m terrible at sitting down and just listening, either. I can occasionally listen to instrumental stuff while doing other things. Big surprise: those are usually game soundtracks. Or the LOTR soundtracks if I’m feeling fancy.

Currently watching

Er, currently? Not much. Couple random animes that probably aren’t worth mentioning. I should get it together and watch The Mandalorian Season 2 already, though. Oof. (No worries, I do not care about spoilers. At all.) But will probably avoid it and go watch some Trek show or Stargate again instead. (I like me some star shows, y’all.)

Currently reading

Fanfic. It’s kind of the only thing I can read right now, which is frustrating as a lifelong book nerd. But it is what it is. Fic is getting me through this rough reading year and I’m grateful for it. Fic writers, you guys do not know what a bunch of unsung heroes you are. (I’m making a conscious effort to change my former lurker ways and leave copious comments. Hence that post I made a while ago.)

And, like, if you have any recs? Throw ‘em at me. Your stuff, your friends’ stuff, the guy you talked to at the store last year’s stuff, just anything. Any fandom, pairing, whatever. No rules or parameters. The limit does not exist.

How’s it going

AHAHA. Oh, boy. To give you an idea: COVID has had no real, direct effect on my life. It was more like the universe saying, “Here’s a cherry to put on top of the shit sandwich I already gave you,” after it had already lit me on fire.

Ugh, I don’t mean to sound this alarmist. I am totally okay. All my needs are met. Geez, I have internet! I have four very affectionate, needy pets who love me. I have a good therapist whom I don’t need health insurance to see. I'm doing fine! I’m even fairly...if not happy, exactly, then, content, most days.

I’ve just had a lot of very hard setbacks in recent years that pretty much decimated my support network and exacerbated my mental health diagnoses to a minor flashpoint, and it’s been a slow, uphill battle toward some semblance of “normal” for a while. But I’m getting there.

The mere fact that I’m on tumblr and trying to participate in something again is kind of a big deal for me. And it’s going great! You have all been welcoming and wonderful. And like, I really really hope this level of honesty doesn’t drag anything down or make things weird, because I don’t mean to do that. I’m just a painfully honest person; I can’t help it. Fandom shenanigans are what I’m here for. If I can also maybe make a few friends? That would be amazing extra icing on the cake, but for real, I’m just wildly happy to be here!

Tagging

I don’t feel like I have the authority to tag anyone. I am a newb who’s just glad to be in the metaphorical room. I love reading these, though. Y'all are some seriously cool people.

#meme #about me #I am so awkward and I'm sorry #I'm really serious about the fic recs though #please I would dearly love them

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crossbows-and-moonshine · 5 years

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Guys I did it! *Sobs violently*

Alright, here’s my list of recommended fics you super awesome humans.

As I said in my other post, writers helping writers is awesome so I’m so happy to tell you some of the fics I’ve read that I love. Go show these amazing people some love for the time and effort they have put in to create wonderful fics. Any fics I mention have been read by me (multiple times with some), and I totally recommend them.

I’m gonna do this in a few ways, first off, I’ll section Archive of Our Own separately to FanFic.net, just to make it easier for me to grab the links. Ao3 has a nifty little thing where you can see your reading history so I can grab them from there, with FF, I need to go through and find them, pray for me lololol.

I’ll also be separating the Boondock Saints ones and Daryl ones, just for your ease, if you're only interested in one and not the other. The Daryl ones are only on Archive, because I haven't really read any over on FF for some reason, don't ask me why, I just haven't.

They’re not in any particular order, just as I see them, I'll grab them.

These aren’t all the fics I’ve read, some of the ones I love have been deleted by the writer, which breaks my heart honestly, and some of them I just can't remember.

It’s so fucking long guys, brace yourselves, I’ll put it under the cut.

So, here we go!

Archive of Our Own [Boondock Saints]

- One of Three

I really like this one and you guys should really check it out.

Author Summary; She had cocooned herself, letting routine and safety run her life. After everything she knew it wasn't much of one, and because she decided to do the right thing her life's about to hit a tailspin in some of the worst and most fantastic ways.

This is a Murphy/OC/Connor story and it’s amazing.

Chapters; 18

- Boondock Saints OC Arc

This ones a little different because it's not set out like the usual fic. Its an arc and some bits have one chapter, one of arcs even has 36. They all follow the same storyline and it flows like a normal fic, the author has just chosen to post it this way, and it works.

Author summary; The story of one girl's first up close and personal encounter with one of the brothers on a late-night subway.The 1st story in my Boondock Saints OC story arc.

This is a Murphy/OC/Connor fic, and it's one of my favs honestly, I've read it all numerous times.

Chapters; I can't give you an exact number with the way it's set out, but as I said, one arc alone has 36, so there's plenty to sink your teeth into.

- Everybody Knows

I love this one, it's short and sweet.

Author summary; Everybody knows exactly what Marissa needs to do to get over her recent breakup. She's spent the last month in mourning and her friends are ready for her to move on...

Murphy/OC/Connor.

Chapters; 4, but there's also a sequel which is 5 chapters long, I won't post the link for that since when you've read this one, the option to click on to the next part is at the bottom.

- Saints Alive

I looooove this one!

Author summary; Skid is once again on her own and she has to find a new place. Luckily for her, she knows a friend who knows a guy who knows of a place for free. Downside is it's in the South side of Boston where crime is rather terrible. Of course, with two Irish brothers as new next door neighbors, what's the worst that could happen?

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 7

- Time Zero Blues

Okay, so this one, omfgjwoehdjshndloihd. This is one of my favvvvvs of all time, I’ve read it so many times, if you don't read it, I just might cry.

Author summary; Murphy and Connor get out of work early and are headed to McGinty's. Murphy finds a trail of Polaroids along the way that lead them to an unexpected situation.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 23

- Sacrament of Penance

If you’re after something to get you hot and bothered, this is it :’)

Author summary; "If we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness." (1 John 1:9) Pure PWP, sacrilege, and gratuitous smut.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 5

- Robyn Hood

This one is mine! Lololol. I’m not recommending it because I’m saying its good, but I haven't posted it here because honestly I’m lazy, so if you wanna read another one of my multi-chapter fics, then hop on over :)

Author summary; When Robyn gets thrown into the life of The Saints, it causes a big stir between the brothers. The boys deal with their feelings for her in very different ways, and all of their lives get turned upside down. Connor/OC/Murphy.

Slightly AU, set a year after the first film, they don't go back to Ireland.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 15

- Choíche Is go deo

Another one of mine I’m pretty sure I’ve never posted here.

Author summary; Follow Niamh Flannagan as she grows up with the twins in Ireland and watches them turn from boys into men. How will they both deal with having feelings for her? Will jealousy get in the way?

Murphy/OC/Connor.

Chapters; 8

Fanfic.net [Boondock Saints]

- Risk it all

I’m in love with this one, it’s really fucking good.

Author summary; Nolee moved to South Boston with a hope to escape her past and make a better life for herself. What she didn't plan on was the peculiar Murphy MacManus coming into picture and breaking down everything she thought she knew. As they attempt to bond, can she overcome her tainted old life and let down her walls? Especially with one extra problem: she's already pregnant.

Murphy/ OC

Chapters; 22

- Warrior Shepherds

Another one of my all time favs. I love the dynamics of the characters and how well the boys are written. There’s some serious humour thrown into the mix and I laughed out loud so many times when I read this one. You’ll also be pleased to know this author is on Tumblr, @risingphoenix761. If the username looks familiar, it's because I tag her in all of my shit and recently wrote her a BDS drabble for her birthday. She's an awesome human, so check her out :D

Author note; They were called to destroy evil, but crossing paths with a wayward soul meant compromise. And in compromising, the MacManus brothers get more than they bargained for. Connor/OC/Murphy (rated M for violence, language, and sexual content)

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 37

- Amaryllis

Also by @risingphoenix761, and equally good and worth a read.

Author summary; She wasn't necessarily in their plans. They definitely weren't in hers. Yet between fate, coincidence, a few misadventures and some small favors, plans don't count for much anyway. Now the only question is, are they really just friends?

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 6

- Two Lads and A Lass

I love this one!

Author summary; This is a story about my OFC, Timi, who meets the MacManus brothers a year and a half before they become the Saints of Boston. Follow their adventures as Murphy and Connor try to pull the shyness out of Timi and teach her what love and fun truly is.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 27

- Her Defenses

Yet another high on my list, I love everything about this story.

Author summary; "What do you two see in me that makes you want to try and fix me?" A new life in Boston meant giving up everything she had back home. That never meant that she had to give up her defenses at the same time. Rated M for language and (future) adult situations.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 40

- A Saint, A Sinner

Now this one right here, I have probably read so many times I know it word for word, I’m not even kidding. This is very high on my list. The boys are written perfectly, I love every fucking thing about this one, and there's some very interesting hot and heavy shit along the way. If you only read one fic of this list, it needs to be this one.

Author summary; Connor M./OC/Murphy M. BDS prequel/romance. What happens when you drink whisky with the boys? It's got it all: romance (as far as the boys can DO romance), fluff, hurt/comfort, plot, canon plus research. Rated for MacManus mouth, violence, & explicit three-way smut (no twincest). Note: The BDS belong solely to T. Duff

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; Now it says 87, but the author has been reworking this fic so it's actually about 67 I think? I’m unsure, and the chapters are a little shorter than usual fics. It’s still amazing and a lot for you to immerse yourself in.

- Saints Angel

Another good one you need to check out.

Author summary; The Saints help to protect everyone in their city, but what if they had a protector of their own? In comes a woman, a hurt, young, lovely woman that was rescued by them, given a new life. To her, they are her boys and she will now do anything to protect them. She will become their Angel...forever to walk by their side...forever to watch over them.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 21

- Once More, With Feeling

This one is perfect quite honestly, I fucking love the OC so much and everything about this fic.

Author summary; [HIATUS - UNDER REVISIONS][ConnorxOCxMurphy] Avery, an emotionally independent journalist becomes complicated by her simultaneous feelings for both of the twins. As their secret life of vigilante world unfolds, Avery is left unattended to an entitled, delusional psychopath.

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 9

- Alexis's Saints

Another one I absolutely love.

Author summary; Alexis just recently moved to South Boston with her mother. When a nightmare from her past returns full force, she runs into the MacManus brother's and despite trying to stay away from them, she finds herself growing attached to the two brothers as the three try to figure each other out. Rated M for language and some adult themes. Please Enjoy

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 13

- The Possessed

This one is fucking amazing. It’s so different from any other BDS fic I’ve read and well worth the read. There's also a sequel which is Connor/OC, so if you wanna read that, click on their username after reading this one and give that one a read too.

Author summary; She is possessed by something evil and supernatural. They have been asked to help save her, to call upon their faith, but one of them is struggling to believe in anything anymore. If she can't be saved then they will be forced to kill her. Do they have the strength to do what they must? Can he believe in something again?

Murphy/OC

Chapters; 19

- The Librarian

I love the humour in this one and just everything about it.

Author summary; "You're murderers." Rhetta held up a hand, "And please don't give me a speech about how you only killed 'evil' men. I've heard it all before. And while I do agree that the men you killed deserved it, I do not believe that you have the right to take the law into your own hands." "So, you're no' a fan?"

Murphy/OC/Connor

Chapters; 17

OKAY, I’m gonna leave it at that for the BDS ones, I know there's more but you have no idea how long that just took me, omg lolololol.

Archive of Our Own [Daryl]

- His Walls

This one is so fucking good, it’s number two on my list of Daryl fics. I love how it starts off with young Daryl, they write him so well and exactly how I imagine him to be. It’s soooooo good guys, read it

Author summary; People build up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down. Truer words have never been spoken where Daryl Dixon was concerned. He never expected anyone to care enough, until someone did.

Starts out AU with 20 yr old Daryl, from Chapter 22 on out we'll be in the ZA-world.

M-rating for smut, language, adult topics, descriptions of abuse & attempted rape.

Chapters; 51

- Gorgeous

I hadn't actually read this one before, but I came across it when searching for ones I had read, and I fucking loved it. Young Daryl is my jam and this was so well written and just a good read. It’s a young Daryl AU, so the rest of the twd characters are in it too, like Rick his best friend, Maggie the readers best friend etc.

Author summary; After meeting Daryl on the way home from a party the reader hatches a plan to get him to like her. But if it isn't friends and well-meaning King County citizens that tell her to stay away from him than it's Daryl himself, who's trying to keep his own feelings from coming to the surface.

Chapters; 16

- 357 Daryl Jerkin' It Drive

This one is a little different, this is a collection of works by the writer where they write not only about Daryl, but a lot of different characters Norman has played. As you can tell by the title, they’re all smut based, and well worth the read. It's also worth mentioning that the writer also has a tonne of other Daryl stories so make sure to head onto their profile to check everything else out, it would take too long to link them all here. Most of them are AU Daryl which I love and they're a really talented writer.

Author summary; none.

Chapters; it's hard to say since its a collection, most are one-shots but I know at least two of the works in there are nine chapters each.

- Night Stalker

Okay I lied, this is the same author as above and the next one is too because it's a sequel to this, but they're my favs by this author, I love them. They're a little dark and they're AU, but if you're like me, you'll love them. I recently recommended the sequel to this one to someone in my ask box.

Author summary; Daryl is mentally unstable, but functioning. He falls in love.

Chapters; 15

- Walking in the Light

The sequel to the above story, I’m in love with it, read it now!

Author summary; Sequel to "Night Stalker". Daryl is improving under the care of his new nurse, Krissy. He is still confused by the hallucination, and why Krissy reminds him so much of Kristin.

Chapters; 17

- Just Another Day

Another AU Daryl story that is amazing.

Author summary; Redemption. It's a concept Daryl Dixon is completely unfamiliar with- but desperately needs. It lives in his dreams, where he's a hero among men in the zombie apocalypse... but that's not real life. Real life is sorrow, loneliness, and pain. Until he meets his beautiful neighbor- then its possibility, hope, and maybe a bullet to the brain.

Chapters; 15

- In The Little Town of Jasper…

Yet another amazing AU Daryl story. Are you sensing a theme here? Looool. I’m pretty sure this is the same author as His Walls that I recommended, but I’m too lazy to check.

Author summary; -Abrasive. Yes, that description fit him perfectly. The guy smelled like trouble, and she knew he would get even more abrasive the longer she talked to him. Too bad she didn't care. -A pretty stranger that talked to him, knew his name and his place of work? In Daryl's book, that just couldn't be good news. AU - Daryl Dixon/OC, Explicit for language and sexual situations. Yes smut!

Chapters; 65

- Second Hand Hearts

This is another fic I highly recommend you read. (Duh, or it wouldn't be on the list, God Sarah ur like so annoying) :’)

Author summary; In her darkest hour, a woman who has lost everything is rescued by a handsome man with a crossbow and nothing to lose-until he meets her. In a nightmarish new world, where the dead prey on the living, can they beat the odds and together make life worth living again?

Chapters; 32

- Transference

Another AU Daryl one, but it’s so fucking good and different to a lot I’ve read.

Author summary; Be warned. This is a story about Daryl seeking out a different and not so mainstream relationship. It is 100% consensual and he asks for it. He seeks out what he wants so if you have read the tags and you continue to read it's on you. Xoxoxox Krissy

Chapters; 14

- Hope is a Waking Dream

I know I keep saying I love the fics, but I do, clearly. This one though is another favourite of mine and you really need to read it. I love the dynamic between the OC and Daryl.

Author summary; Set between Seasons 2 and 3. Melissa Sheppard is alone in the ZA, but she was alone before the dead owned the earth. She prefers it that way. Boy, is she pissed when she gets back to her cabin to find it has been taken by strangers.

Chapters; 24

- Paths Crossed

I’m getting sick of hearing myself say I love it over and over, so just fucking read it and make me happy! *sobs*

Author summary; While out hunting Daryl comes across a stranger and decides to help her despite his better judgement and they begin on their journey together.

Chapters; 61

- Daryl Dixon Loves Me

This is another I hadn't actually read until now when I was searching, I actually really loved it. It's full of smut and that's never a bad thing. It took me a couple of chapters to really get into it, but it's really worth the read.

Author summary; Daryl comes across Lucy (OC) in the woods and claims her for his own. The story begins during the Farmhouse era of the series.

Chapters; 14

- A Star In A Sea Of Darkness; Darkness In A Sea Of Stars

Another one, just read it.

Author summary; After the Governor attacked the prison, the only person left in Daryl's shitstorm of a life was Judith. For Daryl, it's enough. Until he met her.

Chapters; 28

- Roommate

Holy shit, this fic is everything. It's AU pre-ZA and it's just the best. It's so good, I can't even put into words, very high on my list and it also has a sequel set in the ZA that’s 13 chapters long, please read it. If you like AU things, this is for you. The way they write Daryl in this, it's just gold. It’s also told in Daryl's POV which is just amazing.

Author summary; Several bodies are found in the area of a small town. In this town lives Daryl, the killer of all those people. The investigation goes on, the profile is made, and now the police and the FBI look for a specific type, a loner type, ... Daryl's type. He decides to find himself a roommate in an attempt to mislead the police. Let's see how that will turn out for him. AU pre-apocalypse horror story. Obviously very OOC Daryl.

Rated M for a good reason, violence, foul language, adult content... it's all there, consider yourself warned.

Chapters; 12

- Wallflower

Okay, so this ones a little different. It's actually a Daryl/OC/Rick love triangle and I usually don't read Rick fics (loool that rhyme though) but this is a good fic.

Author summary; Thea Graham has lived in Alexandria for over a year and is happy being mostly invisible. This is what happens when she suddenly has the attention of two men.

Chapters; 20

- Running Wild

This story is number one on my list guys, this is right up there with His Walls. This is my number one fav Daryl fic of all time and I’ve read it so many fucking times it's unreal. This fic is life, it’s everything. If I could only read one fic over and over for the rest of my life, it would be this one.

Author summary; Four years have passed since their sanctuary at the prison fell at the hands of the Governor and the surviving members are now thriving at their new home just north of Atlanta. Out of the blue, late one afternoon, Daryl Dixon stumbles across someone they thought they'd lost long ago; a member of the Woodbury community that had returned with Rick to the prison.

Warning: This fic is quite a bit darker than my other ones. If you are looking for fluffy bunny, happy prancing unicorns and rainbow colored endings, this is not the story you are looking for.

Chapters; 67

- Amnesia

I love this fucking story, ‘nough said.

Author summary; Her story isn't all that different from anyone else these days. The world went to shit, and the dead don't want to die. She's lost people. So has everyone else. Who she was before isn't who she is now. But there is one difference between Lena and every other survivor she's come across. She doesn't know who she was. And who she is? Well, she's still trying to figure that out.

During the mayhem of the early days of the apocalypse, a fateful smack on the head stole her memory. All she's ever known is the world she's living in now. But that doesn't mean she's adept at surviving it. Eventually, she ends up alone and near death's door. Till a man on a motorcycle chooses to save her life.

Now she has to decide if who she was is worth finding, or if she'll fight the hell that comes with what's forgotten and strive for something better with the one man in the world who can see past it all.

Chapters; 48

- Cherokee Rose

Yet another amazing fic!

Author summary; Daryl and Raven's world collide after a visit to Hilltop by the group from Alexandria. Raven's only love is her Black Stallion Obsidian and Daryl has been done with loving anything for a long time. He's had a lot of practice hardening his heart but the dark vixen is finding cracks in his armor. Will Raven be the one that will finally make Daryl feel again? Rated for sexual situations.

Chapters; 21

- Lips of an Angel

I fucking love this fic. This author has already made it on this list because she's so fucking good. Just go read all of her shit. Its AU Daryl, which by now you guys should probably be able to tell I love looool.

Author summary; Daryl calls a phone sex line. I know this is a trope that has been done before but I feel like I added my own spin on it. I hope you enjoy. I love Hinder, and I heard this song on the radio, so here we are.

Chapters; 11

- The Country Singer

Amazing story, go forth and read my children…

Author summary; Country Music rising star, Melanie McCall and her songwriting partner are headed to D.C. to find hope after their tour bus breaks down and their band is wiped out. They are given a chance to come to Alexandria...but what will happen once their new neighbors find out she was Beth Greene's favorite singer?

A story about losing voice, but finding hope.

Chapters; 18

- Home at last (Redux)

Yet another good one for you guys to read.

Author summary; There are two people alive in this world for whom childhood was a dangerous, precarious, frightening place. For whom life has never been easy and relationships always strained and unnatural things. Having connected, against the odds and then been torn apart by civilization falling around them. How will they react when they meet each other again.

One of them has survived on a deep well of anger and pain, found a family, of sorts, and begun to try and put his past behind him and learn to let people in. The other has dropped the pretense she'd built up before the world went to shit and now she is as detached and self-reliant as he used to be. What happens when these two meet? Can two misshapes fit together and face the world as a better, stronger, complete whole? Can they find, in each other, a place to call home at last?

Chapters; 84

- Of Myths and Men

I fucking love this one, please read it.

Author summary; This story will follow an Original Female Character and her dog through to TWD world from the beginning of the turn.

She will meet the rest of the group, around mid season four.

There is no Beth in my story, Beth fans. I'm sorry.

Artemis. Greek Goddess of the hunt, wild animals, wilderness, childbirth and virginity. Though many Gods vied for her affections only her hunting companion, Orion, could win her heart.

She'd heard them all, been asked if she was a virgin, asked if she had a twin brother, Apollo, asked if she was raped and attacked by her friends and family, asked if she had killed anyone... She was just a girl from a small town with a stupid name.

Artemis had never wanted an Orion, and now the world was falling apart she gathered the chances of meeting one were slim to none. Right? She has Diablo, her best friend and protector.

Who needed the Greek giant Orion when you had the Devil on your side anyway?

Chapters; 42

- Saving Valentine

OH MY GOD THIS STORY GUYS. I love this one, really fucking love it. High on my list. It's got a little bit of Negan/OC in there, but who doesn't love a bit of Negan? I certainly fucking do lololol It’s mainly Daryl/OC though, so even if Negan isn't your jam, I would really recommend reading this.

Author summary; She fought and killed to survive but she lived for revenge. Valentine waits for the right moment to kill the man who murdered her family. Can she do what needs to be done to escape the Sanctuary that is her prison? Can she accept the helping hand from strangers to do it? Can she live with all she lost? TWD world, non canon timeline.

Chapters; 51

- The Living and The Dead

Can we just talk about vampire Daryl for a second, because like HOLY FUCK WHY IS THIS THE ONLY VAMP DARYL FIC I HAVE EVER FOUND. *Breathing intensifies*

Anywho...this story, just fuck. It's everything, it gives me life, please read it omfg.

Author summary; Daryl is the last of his species, in a world that has just turned stranger and stranger since the day his brother turned him.

He's living as normal a life as you can on your own in the woods surrounded by Walkers... until Evie shows up, and threatens to bring all his instincts right back to the surface.

Chapters; 65

- Beasts and Monsters

If you're after a badass OC, this is the story for you. It's so good.

Author summary; Having lost her entire group, Lena finds herself alone in a crumbling world watched through darkened eyes. She is courageous, savage and uncomplicated. Her only companions being an obedient horse and two pet Walkers. When she finds herself outside a prison, inside the walls she finds a group of survivors capable of giving her a glimmer of hope.

Chapters; 31

- Stay

I really love this one *whines*

Author summary; Hannah has been alone for months, but somehow she's made it. But after discovering a school tucked into the northern hills of Georgia, she encounters a stranger who is just as damaged and broken as she is.

Chapters; 48

- Born Nameless

What's this? Yet another good story? Why yes, it is.

Author summary; Anamika has been alone from the start of the apocalypse and she likes it that way. Groups meant vulnerability, which meant death and Anamika wanted to survive. However, circumstances change and when she agrees to give Alexandria a chance, she finds that she just might not have met the right sort of people before, in particular a dirty, gruff redneck with a hidden heart of gold.

Chapters; 35

Random bonus fic;

- I think I liked you better when you didn't have a knife in your hand, Peaches…

I thought I’d throw this one at you, why’s it a bonus fic you ask? Its a Negan fic, not Daryl, but what the fuck, have it anyway, its really fucking good loooool I fucking love Negan man, I’ve thought about writing him so many times :’)

Author summary; When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she's certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

Chapters; 140

And that is it guys! Holy fudge nuts, can we just talk about how long this list took me to make? It’s 20 pages long guys *sobs* don’t say I never give you anything.

That nifty history thing on Ao3 I mentioned, for some reason, quite a few weren’t there and I had to go through the fics to find them. Not every single one is on the list, that would take me fucking forever to do, but these are the best ones I've read.

On that note, I want to just say something.

I’m an avid reader of fics, and as you know if you're here, a writer. So let me just take a quick minute to tell you how much writers appreciate feedback on their fics.

We write for free, we gain no money from what we do, using our spare time and take painstaking hours to not only write fics, but edit, make them perfect and get them out to you. Every like/kudos, or comment/reblog, it means the fucking world to us.

I reply to every comment I get, every time someone likes my shit or comments, it makes my fucking day. Because it reassures me I’m doing good.

I have my days where I think I'm a shit writer and that no one would care if I gave up, and then someone will comment, even something simple like’ this was good’, and it fills me with so much fucking joy.

So, if you read a fic and like it, please let us know. Even if you just like/kudos the thing, just a click, it doesn't take any time, it means so much to us. If you really liked it, comment, let us know. Don't know what to say?

‘Awesome’

‘Good job’

‘I loved this’

All of these are adequate, you don't need to over think what you say. If you liked one line in particular, tell us, it's everything.

Of course you don’t have to, but it’s always welcome is what I’m trying to say.

So with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the fruits of my labour with this list and I’ve given you a lot to read. My eyes feel like they’re falling out and I might die, but there we go, it’s done. :’)

Much love

Sarah x

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