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knockout-writes-a-novel · 1 year

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words. part 2!

OK OK OK i know its been a minute, but i swear i haven't given up on writing. i have like 10 different scenes written but now i just have to bring out the red string and bulletin board and start duct taping them together lmao. so in celebration of the OG post hitting 100 notes, here is the long overdue part 2! its, again, just a snippet of the full work (which i will post here as well as on ao3 upon its completion.) i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i have enjoyed writing it!

Pairing(s): John x Jack (Smokydonuts)

Work Summary: A seven-year journey following John as he deals with the loss of his wife, raises a kid, and falls in love again.

Chapter Summary: The aftermath of the blizzard. John and Jack (almost) talk about unspoken grief. (+ a bonus snippet 2 years into the future.)

Warning(s): It's mostly fluff, but it starts out a tad bit angsty. oops lmao

Word Count: 606

(Bonus: 220 :3)

Charlotte was asleep, still as a rock and laying in a bassinet. It was sometime around 5 am, though they couldn’t be sure as neither one wanted to check the clock, preferring ignorant bliss over knowing just how bad their sleep schedules had become. Charlie’s cries had awakened them both, and after tending to her they stood across from each other next to her crib, almost like a standoff. John's arms were crossed, holding his elbows in his hands. He looked down at the floor. He couldn’t bear looking Jack in the eyes. John spoke first.

“I’m sorry. It’s just-”

“Don’t be sorry,” Jack spoke softly. “I’m here to help; you have nothing to be sorry for.”

He finally looked up at Jack. “I- I just don’t know what to do. Lola’s gone, I have a newborn I have to take care of- I’m a mess, of course you know that...” John sighed heavily, holding himself tighter as if he’d shatter if he didn’t. Wordlessly, Jack walked up to him and hugged him, resting his chin on his head. John quickly returned it, holding him tight. They stayed like that for a while, John crying into Jack’s shoulder. Neither said anything; there wasn’t much to say at all. The only noise that broke the silence was the ticking of a wall clock, and a soft wind which blew the falling snow outside, alongside John's soft sobs.

Eventually, they broke apart and sat on the couch. John rubbed at his eyes, trying to regain some semblance of calmness. Jack stayed close, his arm around the other cop’s shoulder. A bit more grounded, John cleared his throat.

“How did you do that?” He asked, trying to change the subject. He never liked being vulnerable like this.

“Hm?”

“How did you know what to do when Charlie was crying?”

“I’m the oldest of four; I've learned a thing or two,” Jack smirked, deciding to go with it.

John smiled at that and the tension once in the air seemed to melt, at least a little.

“We both should get some sleep, though,” John suggested. Jack stretched his arms and yawned.

“Yeah, definitely. I hope you don’t mind that I'm staying in your guest room.” He smiled sheepishly.

“Not at all. I owe you a lot for this.”

“Nah, we’ll call it even.”

John shrugged. “We’ll see about that.”

They both stood and got ready to settle into bed yet again.

~~~

Sunlight poured into the guest bedroom through the plastic blinds. Jack buried his face in his pillow, before giving up and checking his phone for the time. 10:24 am.

“Ugh-”

He managed to roll out of bed, seeing the extra pair of clothes he brought. Changing quickly, he looked in the small mirror hung on the wall. Not too bad for the horrible night of sleep, actually. Running his fingers through his hair, he fixed it to his liking and tiptoed into the living room.

“John?” He whispered. Unsurprisingly, John and Charlie were both still asleep in the living room. Dull light filled the room as the sky was cloudy and overcast, snow piled on the ground.

“I’ll just call in sick…” Jack muttered, glancing at the unopened can of soup. He’d leave it there for John, in case he needed it. He could just return the blanket whenever. Stretching, he grabbed his other belongings and left as silently as he could, ready for the short drive home. He locked the door behind him and made a mental note to text John later to make sure he was alright. He stepped over the threshold, out into the cold.

~~~

(Bonus!)

John sat at the table with a bowl of oatmeal, Charlie kicking her feet and smacking the tray in her highchair happily beside him.

“Here,” he said, scooping some onto a small rubbery spoon. He held it out to Charlie, but she only looked at it suspiciously.

“C’mon kid, eat.”

She blew a raspberry at him.

He sighed. “One more chance, Cinnamon. Nom.”

She stared at him like he was stupid.

“Jack?” he yelled across the house, turning away from the two-year old.

“Yeah?” Jack yelled back from another room.

“Do you think she can have honey?”

“I don't see why not!”

John got up and opened a cupboard.

“You win this time.”

Getting a bottle of honey, he opened the cap and drizzled some on the oatmeal, then sat down. He held the spoon out to her again, and she happily ate.

“There we go!” He tugged gently on the spoon to no avail.

“Uh-” He tried once more. “-I want the spoon back, please.”

She held strong.

“I… do not get paid enough for this.” He let go of the spoon, leaving it dangling in her mouth. She promptly spit it out onto the table.

“Bah!” She made a sound, smiling happily, clearly enjoying the honey. John chucked despite himself as she banged on the tray again.

#words.#ITS GOOD TO BE BACK!#writing #fanfiction #jack spooky month #john spooky month #spooky month #smokydonuts #smokeydonuts #ive seen it spelt both ways so idk #sorry this one is a bit shorter! i went *hard* on the first tbh #lore???

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

Outtake Collection #5:

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A/N: I am posting two outtakes today! Please read the voting poll that will be at the end of Outtake #6. As you know I am on a slight writing hiatus except for this story. I love it so much so thank you to the small amount of you who continue to read it - love y’all.

‼️THIS IS THE 9TH PART IN A SERIES READ THE OTHER PARTS BEFORE THIS ONE: ‼️

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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Aone 1 Year 2 Months Into Crushing On You And Having a Funny Conversation with Kenji, Koganegawa and Katana 💵👮

“Hey! Futakuchi and his friends! Wait up!”

While on the way to volleyball practice, Aone, Kenji & Kanji heard a distant female voice from behind calling them.

The three tall boys turned around, seeing an out-of-breath Katana trying to catch up with them from 20 meters away.

To Aone’s right, Kenji sighed.

“Here we go, He murmured under his breath in annoyance.

Kenji was convinced that he should sign up for the Date Tech talent show and claim that his talent is collecting clingy exes. He wouldn’t even have asked clingy-Katana out if his white-haired best friend didn’t have it crazy bad for her best friend.

Aone grunted and Kanji’s eyes were just wide because the popular cheer captain of the school knew him as Futakuchi’s friend!!!!

“Hi-hi-“ Koganegawa started when she was still way too far away, but Kenji warned him:

“Do not speak again. You’ve already proven you can’t get your shit together around hot cheerleaders and if you don’t want them to label you as the weird first-year for life I suggest you quiet down now.”

Agreeing, Koganegawa shut his mouth and nodded.

Katana finally reached the three giants, taking a moment to catch her breath and fix her hair as she looked up at them.

“Whoa, you guys are huge.”

Kenji nodded nonchalantly. “You needed me?”

“Oh, uh, yeah. I just left a cheer meeting with Y/N and...”

Aone went on alert to the sound of his crushes name. The two volleyball boys on either side of him felt his cringe and looked at Aone quickly, then back at the cheer captain.

“.....in the meeting we realized we raised way more than we hoped, which is awesome because we can get a more expensive bus and a better hotel and stuff but....”

your best friend was blabbing on, and Kenji was rather annoyed by her it.

“—I don’t want to interrupt, Katana.... but could you maybe hurry it up? We have practice in 10 minutes and we have to run laps if we’re late just like the cheerleaders—“

“Oops! I totally get it. Sorry. Basically I just wanted to say that we calculated our donations and sent out thank you baskets to our highest donors and well....since you’re the captain of Date Tech’s boys volleyball team—I thought I’d ask you directly if your team would even want a gift basket or maybe something else?” She winked at Kenji flirtatiously.

Girl-crazy Koganegawa’s mind went to very dirty places. “Something else??? Something else like what—“

Kenji reaches his arm out to pound his first-year in the chest so that he would stop talking. As Koganegawa coughed, Kenji furrowed his brows at Katana, addled.

“Huh? Why would WE get a gift basket?”

Katana tilted her head, addled as well. “Well.......your team did donate $1,000 (106,128.50 yen) to our fundraiser, which was one of our biggest single donations so—“

“Oh WE DID?” Kenji’s eyes were wide like Bokuto’s an owls when he heard the amount donated. He was trying to contain his big smile from breaking out as he nudged a very frozen and very guilty mountain man next to him.

Katana didn’t understand why Kenji was so surprised with something he did himself.

“Uh............yeah.”

She looked at the faces of all 3 boys, Kenji’s looking amused and suspecting, the hot blonde in the middle looking angry but shaken, and the one with 3 brown spikes in his yellow hair was staring at her boobs.

Katana snapped her fingers in front of his face and Koganegawa looked back into the cheer captains menacing glare.

Futakuchi tried to steer the attention away from his setter who was stupidly playing with fire.

“Katana,”

“Hm?” She smiled at the handsome volleyball captain.

“No gift basket. Thanks for asking. You guys can just cheer extra loud for us at the next game you come to. Okay? That’s thanks enough.” Kenji smiled sweetly.

Katana giggled in return, melting under Futakuchi‘s smile.

“Alright! Sure thing!! Thanks a lot by the way. The cheer team will have the best trip ever and we owe a lot of thanks to your team!” Forgetting the blushing first year on the end that she was going to rip apart, Katana bounced away happily.

Aone turned and started walking briskly to the gym.

“We’re going to be late.” He stated simply, training his eyes forward.

aone!!!! Get your sexy simping ass back here—

The two teammates caught up with him, sandwiching him as they walk.

“Aone Takanobu. You gave that team of bimbo’s 106,000 yen?! And tried to hide it from me—your best friend?!”

Kanji set a hand on his middle blockers shoulder. “Takanobu-senpai. You are whipped, dude!”

Kenji continued. “Look. I know your monthly allowance is twice what you donated to them, but, you can’t just give Y/N 106,000 yen!”

Aone growled in defence. “I didn’t. I gave it to the struggling Date Tech cheer team—“

“Oh cut the shit, Takanobu-san. You wanted Y/N to have a good trip 🙄”

Aone nodded tightly. “I will admit that is a large part of my donation, indeed. But—“

“—Aone senpai, you even disguised it as a donation from all of us? You’re so smart! That way Y/N won’t peg you as a creepy stalkerish guy. That’s like—“ Koganegawa paused, his eyes lighting up. “Wait. If you said it’s from all of us, then that means your donation might work in my ‘date me’ favour with the cute first-year cheerleaders......!” He sported a shit eating grin.

Turning the corner before the other two, Kenji called over to the underclassmen. “Kanji. I do think the 1st year cheerleaders will love you for this, but DIDN’T you already donate to them individually?”

Kanji gasped as he internally cringed. “Shit, I forgot!” He exclaimed. “I did! On three separate occasions 😱!”

Aone shrugged. “That is not my problem, Koganegawa-san.”

“No shit it isn’t your fault...... but I mean I wouldn’t have given them 32,000 yen if I knew you were donating 106,000 on the teams behalf! My allowance is only 43, 000 yen a month!!!”

On the other side of Aone, Kenji smirked. “You still would have done it even if you knew..... big boned setter 😑.” The captain rolled his eyes. It served his underclassman right to let the cheerleaders take advantage of him even though Kenji warned the whole team not to fall for it!. “You’re powerless around hot girls all the time, let alone ones that ask you for help when dressed as sexy mermaids, genies, or cats.”

“Actually, it was just the cop.....” He admitted shamefully. Looking at the ground as he walked, shaking his head. “She just asked me three times and I couldn’t say no.” He bowed his head in embarrassment.

Throwing his head back, Aone let out a loud hearty laugh as the three members of the Iron Wall entered their team’s locker room just in time. Kenji held the door open for his upperclassmen, a little in awe because a laugh from the mountain man was a huge rarity!

“So thaaat’s why you asked me to spot you for lunch!” Kenji laughed too, ruffling the hair of the blushing boy who he now considered to be a little brother.

Aone ruffled his hair too as he walked through the door Kanji held open. “At least I’m not whipped for the entire team, only one girl.” Takanobu teased.

“Oh, fuck you guys.” Grumbled Koganegawa as he fixed his hair that they just attempted to ruin. He was pouting. “You guys are the worst senpai’s ever.”

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You, 1 year And 6 months Into Being A Losty and hear of Aone for the first time? 🙄⏱

“Hey guys, so how much did we raise at the Halloween fundraiser again?”

You called as Katana and yourself left your kitchen to meet all of the pyjama-clad cheerleaders in your den.

You still couldn’t believe that you guys were even able to call it a fundraiser!

As Cheer captain, Katana literally just told the team to wear cute and sexy Halloween costumes every day the week of Halloween in random places like the malls, outside of the grocery stores, the school field...make a few flyers, set up tables with a sign saying CHEERLEADING FUNDRAISER🤸‍♂️ and that’s that. The team gave nothing in return, Katana just told everyone to ask boys everyone but mostly boys politely for donations.

Surprisingly, it worked very well!

Since all of Date Tech’s stupid school funding went to the major sports teams, and your team used the leftover budget on the new uniforms, you had no money for Regionals. Each member was able to pay for most things but travel was too much. The team needed $3,500 to pay for the coach bus to and from regionals.... but they ended up raising around....

“Just over 7K (USD).” Responded one of the cheerleaders as she braided another’s hair.

Katana smiled. “I’m so proud of you girls!”

Kusa, the vice captain nodded as she dug into the s’mores. “Personally, I’m just happy that we got such huge donations from the hottest guys in school!”

Lost, you sat down on the couch and widened your eyes. “We did???”

Katana rolled her eyes at you. “Don’t act surprised, Y/N. You raised the most money....” Katana started clapping for you and the entire team joined in, congratulating you.

Your jaw dropped under the attention you didn’t ask for. “Shut up, Katana! Guys, really—“

“That’s awesome, Y/N! But I mean you did look amazing as a genie! You made me want to donate!” Kusa smiled, shaking your knee encouragingly. “Did any boy even say no to you??”

You looked down and played with your fingers. “Well, no, but...”

Kusa gasped. “Wait. Was it you who got the volleyball team to donate 106 000 yen?!”

The room silenced in anticipation.

“No! I didn’t—maybe Justin Bieber look-a like did it because he wants to get back with Katana I don’t know.....”

Katana scoffed before blowing on her toenails that she started painting.

“Nah. He doesn’t want me back....yet. But he will. That team did it on their own. Without anyone even asking.”

“Either way, they are so hot and they must like our team!!” Kusa squealed, and the other cheerleaders murmured excitedly in agreement.

“Especially Aone Takanobu!” One of them added.

Remembering that you heard that name before, but you forget where, you looked at your teammate. “Who?”

“Only the hottest blonde at the school! He’s in your year. Don’t tell me he’s on the long list of guys you don’t notice, Y/N.”

You covered your face as the girls collectively booooooooooo-ed you, throwing popcorn and pillows at your body jokingly. You giggled and shielded yourself.

“I’m sorry! I have no idea who he is!”

“You don’t know anybody. I swear you’d forget us if we somehow were kicked off this team. Just know that he’s gorgeous. Super tall, really serious and silent, one of the best on the volleyball team........ but most importantly................he has washboard abs. Total hottie.” Kusa explained and the rest of the cheerleaders fanned themselves as she did and pretended to faint.

“Maybe one day I’ll meet him.” You laughed, catching the base who pretended to faint in your lap. You tickled her side.

Uninterested in the conversation because it wasn’t about her favourite Dateteko volleyball boy, Katana took the reigns of the conversation again. “By the way Kusa. I think it was you who convinced the volleyball team to donate so much!”

“What?! Why me?”

“Well, I saw that giant first-year starter donate 3 times to the donation table after you spoke to him. You know the only with the three brunette antennas???”

Kusa blushed furiously. “Oh my God, I didn’t want him to donate three times! The first time I asked and he did, but the other times I just said hi to him because I kept running into him and then he just blurted out that he’d love to donate more money!! Geez, I kind of think he thought I was a real cop or something and that he would go to jail if he didn’t donate.”

You and the team bursted out in laughter until your stomachs hurt, exchanging all of the amusing stories from this fundraiser all night long.

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1 year 11 months into Aone Crushing On You and Kenji Tries To Ship Him With Someone Else 📲💔

“Hey man, look. She’s pretty like Y/N and she’s a cheerleader too. She goes to Karasuno where that short ginger you like goes.”

Aone shrugged his shoulders, trying his best to study in the library. He ignored the Instagram page link Kenji texted to him.

“Will you at least answer her dm? That ginger told me she’s like obsessed with you ever since we last went over there.”

Aone shrugged again.

That was the wrong girl obsessed with him. “Maybe.”

Futakuchi sighed, wishing he could take the pain away from his best friend.

Ever since Aone realized that the girl he loves likes doesn’t even know who he is, he has been in somewhat of a slump.

There have been no more extraordinary games, even if Y/N was there cheering because Aone knew that even if he played extraordinarily well, you’d still probably ask the teacher who he was.......

he thought about that everyday.

Aone’s shoulders slumped a bit at the thought and Kenji noticed.

Aone just didn’t understand how he could like you this much when you two haven’t even had a conversation yet. He guessed it was because he knows almost everything about since you literally expose all of your business in class when Aone is listening. He knows your likes, dislikes, your hobbies, your fears, your favourite foods, etc. Every time he hears you he falls a little bit more because you were so perfect, not to mention pretty.

So, so pretty.

That’s why Kenji has been trying to steer his attention away from you and onto the many girls who do notice Aone, the ones who wish they were riding his dick every night.

a.k.a me 🙋🏾‍♀️

“If not the Karasuno chick what about this other girl from Inarizaki? The distance is further so she won’t expect as much face-to-face time but she really wants to meet you.”

“No thank you, Kenji-chan.”

Kenji frowned, watching Aone stare at the same page in his textbook in sorrow.

“Ok well........,..There are a lot of girls on our Date Tech cheer team who are interested.....” Kenji suggested quietly, trying to pull any emotion from him to know he’s still alive.

Aone looked away from his textbook for the first time since they’ve sat down, meeting his brunette friend’s eyes.

“Why would I want Y/N to think I’d ever date one of her friends, Kenji-san? If she believes I am taken, then she will never want me.” Aone explains with a heavy heart.

Kenji knew he’d say that. 🙇🏽 It definitely wasn’t what he wanted to hear, but at least Aone was still predictable to him. For the past few months Aone has been acting quite different, being extra silent at practices, lunch, and walks home now. He didn’t call Kenji for Y/N advice anymore even though he continued to have occasional wet dreams..... so Kenji was thoroughly concerned for his best friend. Aone must be lovesick, in a depressing way, and for the first time Kenji felt helpless. He hated seeing his friend like this.

“You can’t keep torturing yourself like this, Aone.”

Aone tried to collect himself. “I’m not—“

“You are. Everyday you just sit in your sorrow about Y/N. Meanwhile I can tell your feelings for her are still strengthening every day. You either need to man up and ask Y/N out or take one of these girls on a date to forget about her. You have fan girls, man. Hot ones. And I can’t stand seeing you like this anymore.”

Aone frowned.

“None of them measure up to Y/N.”

Kenji was surprised at his response. “W-well no, but—“

“Futakuchi, I am aware that I have been acting rather pathetic. I am aware that you, my parents, and the team are concerned about me. I apologize for making you all worry. But as of right now, and as much as I do wish it was different — my heart is held by Y/N-chan. She’s the first thing I think about when I wake up, she’s the last thing I think about before I fall asleep...and as you know she’s in my night dreams and day dreams. She is the perfect girl for me and she is right there all the time; she’s in all my classes, at our games, she’s in the caf, the halls, the library...I know that you and Koganegawa want me to ‘shoot my shot’ with her or even another girl but I don’t think you two understand. Before, I’ll admit that I was just shy to pursue Y/N. That is true. But it’s been two years. My feelings have grown so strong for her....and I’m not shy to pursue her, per se. Given the opportunity I strongly believe I would.”

“So what’s stopping you then, Aone-san?”

“.......I’m scared.”

Kenji’s eyes bugged out. “Scared?! Aone, you’re the bravest person I know—“

“Not when it comes to her. Even so, I’m not scared as in the fear of horror movies or heights. I’m scared of how much it might break me if Y/N rejects me.”

☹️☹️☹️☹️💔💔💔💔💔

Kenji frowned, understanding. “I see...”

Kenji thought back to over a year ago how upset Aone was back when Y/N was in a flirtmance with that tool from the baseball team, then he thought of Aone’s dejected face every time you’d walk by him in the halls like he didn’t exist, and the worst and most recent—he thought of Aone’s face a few months ago when he fled the classroom because he realized you had no idea who he was when he was standing right behind you. He had been devastated.

He still is.

Even with Takanobu’s permanent scowl, people a step away from Kenji or his parents (like the team) could tell that he wasn’t the same.

“I know I’m being a coward, Futakuchi. But I don’t think I can handle any more pain—from liking Y/N and her definitely not feeling the same—than this. At least not until the volleyball season ends. That way I can deal with it myself in the summer. But if I knew now I’d ruin the season.”

Internally appreciative to be the only confidant of Aone, Kenji closed the pages of Instagram girls he planned to show his friend, exchanging his phone for his matching Japanese Literature textbook.

“What page were you on?”

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ghostmartyr · 3 years

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So if you, like me, have nothing to do but wonder about the state of my inbox, you might rightfully be wondering how I plan to deal with the obscene backlog I have spent so many years failing to deal with.

If you have never wondered that, fear not, that doesn’t exclude you from finding out.

Today we’re just going to go through my entire slew of unanswered asks, and instead of answering them, I am going to provide excuses for why I didn’t do anything with them.

For added fun, several of the asks were in my Drafts.

I will not be cutting out the comments I started to make.

I will no doubt regret this.

Let’s have a time, shall we?

I don’t even know what year this is from. If I remember correctly, I didn’t get back to you because I thought about trying to reason out who would legitimately win, and there were too many points for both sides. I kept intending to come up with a proper answer, then time went by and this got buried.

Though the actual answer is probably “it depends on who gets the main character sticker at the time.”

...

Well.

I can tell you this is multiple years old.

We, as humans, aren’t equipped for time travel.

I didn’t answer this one because I didn’t feel like it was asking for one, and I’m only reproducing it here because it is really, really funny now.

Two years old. Plus change.

I think the entire reason I never replied to this one is that it cheered me up whenever I scrolled down enough to see it, so thank you.

You know, I entered the link at the time. Really, I did. But then came trying to come up with a comment and what can you really follow that with?

(Click the link.)

Okay then.

I still feel no need to respond to this, so that’s probably why I didn’t to start with.

Historia and literally anyone.

I don’t remember why I didn’t answer this, which usually means some combination of feeling tired and not being in the mood to scroll down to where it was.

Oops.

The thing is, this crosses dangerously close to being a fic idea. Fic ideas take time and effort. You can imagine the absolute dread I felt at having to engage with either concept.

It would have been a lot of fun to do, though. Hats off.

See, again. This is a very interesting concept that requires thought. I can tell you when I received it I was in no mood for anything that required anything of the sort.

I wrote a fic that is possibly never going to see the light of day now where they hang out in a kitchen with hot chocolate together and bond through unstated trauma and Frieda attempting to make things better.

That probably contributed to interfering with imagining how they would actually get along.

Anyway, I ship them slightly in that fic AU. Don’t @ me.

Oh dang. I remember this.

I actually really wanted to answer it, but the problem is that I wanted to come up with a good answer. Every character, tiered by their chances. A full Hunger Games edition of what went down and who killed who.

Then I didn’t.

Anyway, turns out the answer is that no one feels the need to chop of rocking chairs in a hurry, so she’d last a long time!

I didn’t answer this because I try to avoid responding with, “I don’t know.” My secondary answer would probably have been, “By being killed.”

Not that there’s anything wrong with those answers, but unless there’s been a tonal trend in asks, I assume that pithy answers that don’t actually have any meat behind them would not be appreciated.

I would stick to him probably being killed, though. But some signs do point to him being relatively immortal.

Hm.

Hmm.

I don’t know why I didn’t answer this, but I would guess it had something to do with me caring very little about Ymir’s thoughts on anything outside of her little clutch of people. And ongoing trauma of repeated dead/alive Ymir commentary killing off my desire to come up with a good answer.

Sorry?

I... have no idea why I didn’t answer this? Maybe I didn’t see it?

Anyway, yes.

There’s a longer version behind that yes, and I’m sure that might have contributed to never getting around to answering this. ...Assuming a past where I did actually see this one.

I have a confession.

I don’t really like crossovers.

There’s a sliding scale of degree, but that’s basically why this didn’t get a response.

Ah, we’ve landed on a recurring theme.

Sometimes, answers involve me thinking about the entire cast.

The usual consequence of that is I don’t have the energy for that, so nothing ever happens with these.

Oh, this one’s easy.

I had no fucking clue.

No ideas, head empty.

That didn’t seem like a good answer, so here we are, probably around a year later. I still have no clue. If I were forced to write a singing duo AU, I would probably just put some adjectives and nouns into a blender and flip a coin.

Names are hard.

I think I didn’t answer this one because I felt like I’d answered similar asks before. And I’m not really sure when this is from, but it’s possible canon complicated coming up with an answer that wasn’t distressed screeching.

Something something give Connie and Mikasa hugs, not partial about where they get them from.

Apparently not. Oops.

I can’t remember why I didn’t respond to this one. It’s possible the oodles of bad parenting proved too distracting to formulate such a post.

Sometimes I get an ask, and my immediate, gut reaction is, how the fuck should I know?

If I can move past that, the ask is answered.

If I can’t, the ask continues its descent through scroll hell.

I am sorry. There are no answers here.

Yeah, this is just the same as the above, just with I have no idea.

It’d probably be a Madoka Magic deal.

Huh. I don’t remember passing this one over. If I were to guess a timeline, I was probably too bitter over potential post-timeskip looks that I never got to be interested in focusing on the characters lucky enough to get good ones.

Go Connie for being less short, I suppose.

This clearly belonged to something that I was doing, but time has eroded the context, so I am simply left with failure and disappointment on all sides. Sorry.

Aw, we’re getting into the boring part of the inbox now, I think. Not because of the questions; you guys are always great. But I can’t think of a reason why I wouldn’t have answered this, which leads me to think that the reason was I was too tired to put words together.

That’s a boring reason, so maybe I should go into Drafts for the next few...

Yeah, still unfairly prejudiced against crossovers. I am no fun, etc. etc.

I have no memory of it, but I feel like I didn’t answer this because there was no way I could match this kindly anon’s enthusiasm.

You go, random internet person.

You have good ideas.

Oh no.

Uh.

See.

I know exactly why I didn’t answer this one.

I am so sorry, Anon.

I really didn’t care.

I am filled with affection for you because you clearly do, but uh.

...I basically put this on Read.

This has a very simple, ie boring, explanation. Any time someone asks about the cast as a whole, I want to think about the cast as a whole, and that takes a lot more thought than most of the asks I get. Cue putting it off. Cue it getting lost in scroll hell. On and on we go until we end up here.

Anything that opens with kilometers is something that requires more brain power than I have had in the past year.

Also I think I got this during a spoiler week, so I saw it, but I was trying not to look at it, and then it got lost in the post-chapter asks.

That happens a lot.

We might see it more soon.

If I can’t come up with words more than “-shrug-” I try not to answer.

...Good news, though!

The manga did my job for me!

I feel like I answered some variation of this. That might be why I didn’t answer this specific one.

The wiki does a better job keeping track of the timeline than I ever have. I probably didn’t answer this because it would involve trying to remember which volume actually name-dropped a number of weeks or months. Searching for lines I know a character said is pretty easy, but searching out lines I have a vague feeling of someone providing? That tends to hit the frustration button with the force of a truck.

But yeah, if you ever want to know how long something took, the wiki is absolutely your friend. They do good work.

Consider: “What if” questions are hard, and I am lazy.

This is actually one I really did mean to get to, sorry. It’s an interesting thought, and I miss Sasha.

...I clearly did a magnificent job answering your asks, friend.

Prediction asks are hard for me; I feel like I’m throwing darts randomly into the air and the dartboard is still deciding if it’s going to show up. So uh. I guess I just kept putting this off until it didn’t get answered.

This post is going to have so many apologies. Implied and otherwise.

I continue to be the No Fun Police who accidentally-on-purpose avoids crossover commentary.

I feel like I didn’t answer this one entirely because seeing it in my inbox gave me far too much joy to have it lost in a sea of posts.

This is what my inbox was made for.

I have no idea when this was from, but I see your emotions and appreciate them, Anon.

...Did I not see this one?

Hey, Anon who probably doesn’t remember sending this: This is a good ask and deserved some good attention, and I’m sorry I missed my shot at it. Good thoughts.

I didn’t answer this one entirely because I knew I couldn’t match the energy of it, and responding with anything less felt heretical.

That is one hell of a mood, Anon.

This is definitely from the era of, “Can’t think, brain empty.” Sorry about not getting back to you, I just really couldn’t organize my thoughts well enough to come up with an answer.

I feel like I didn’t know what this was continuing from and was too exhausted to ask.

LOOK YOU CAN SEE I WANTED TO ANSWER THIS BECAUSE IT’S A DRAFT.

Too many things, Anon.

I liked so many things about all of that. Trying to turn that enthusiasm into words wasn’t agreeing with me, so I put it in Drafts and told myself one day I’d do the most awesome post detailing everything.

Intentions, huh?

Every time I tried to take a normal screenshot with formatting Tumblr just laughed at me, so that might have been a contributing factor.

Dang, I’m really sorry. This is another one of those cases where I wanted to take my time with a response, and I took too long.

I, uh.

Am guilty of not being too interested in pondering Ymir’s thoughts on Levi or Erwin.

That’s it, that’s the explanation.

Yeah, I just couldn’t come up with an answer here? Or someone else asked? Or several of my friends decided to be annoying about lists on Discord? I don’t even know.

Presumably there could be a list.

There is not.

Honestly, I just couldn’t figure out how to follow that starting sentence up. A thought exercise on Armin, Historia, gender, and themes sounded really interesting, and I put it in Drafts so as not to forget it being interesting.

Then, you know. This post sort of paints the picture.

Ah.

Man, I really was looking forward to putting some proper thought into this. That’s the problem with having so many things I love in one place, I guess. Symbolism? Historia and Ymir? Mikasa? So many good things! Where do I start!

With paralyzing indecision that results in not a lot. Sorry, Anon. This really did light up my day when I got it.

Here’s the thing about me and writing:

I often fail to.

(I love both these ideas, though.)

Yes.

Do I know why I didn’t get around to answering this?

Absolutely not.

But yes, I’d agree with that.

GOOD NEWS!

The manga actually gave us some of them together in the future.

I occasionally giggled over their shared distaste.

It was a good time.

And this is another one I just do not know why I didn’t answer, whoops.

This never got answered because I couldn’t come up with an answer.

Broad questions are scary because they can go just about anywhere and I didn’t know how to handle that level of commitment.

I think I didn’t answer this one, A), because words are hard, and B), because mostly I just wanted to listen to more of your wondering and less of mine.

I probably could have answered this by saying I don’t have any, but that seemed rude, so I didn’t respond to it at all.

Yep.

Frieda is worthy of my time and effort.

Landing this in Drafts instead of my inbox.

Where the lighting makes it more obvious that hope has gone there to die.

I think about it so much too.

I find the answers fundamentally upsetting.

That is probably why I did not provide an answer here.

That is a lot of kids to make up headcanons for.

So I didn’t.

She’s eaten by dogs before she develops a personality.

Since that seemed like the wrong thing to say, I said nothing, and into Drafts this went.

‘I have no earthly clue’ seemed similarly unhelpful.

At this point, we understand that there is no mystery to my backlog.

This one hurts.

-sees the 112 reference-

Wow does it hurt.

As I hope is obvious, I really, really loved this question, and kept meaning to carve out time to work on it specifically. What went sideways was trying to put words to how EMA functions. I knew the feel of what I wanted to express, but every time I tried to write it, it came out wonky.

I’m very sorry I couldn’t do anything for this, because I was thrilled to spend time with it.

I didn’t answer this because Fuck Marley.

It’s nothing against you. At the time, I simply wasn’t in any mood to consider any version of Marley. Even the canon version was too much for me, so giving it my time in a roleswap AU had me hissing.

Roleswaps in general are amazing, and I love them a lot. A dedicated person could make a fantastic one based around Marley and Paradis. I think it would probably be cool af.

But I was so tired of Marley when I got this, I just couldn’t make myself think about it. Sorry. It’s a fun idea.

I didn’t answer this one because I kept trying to extend my response past, “I think he just really likes baseball.”

I think he just really likes baseball.

My feelings on that as a quality answer are derogatory.

Mm. The ones where I actually tried to get something started hurts.

Ultimately, this ask was a larger demand than I could make my brain work through at the time. I made sure to write down the tl;dr version of Sasha’s, because I found that desperately important, and not something that people talk about much, but the additional weight of trying to think of themes for multiple characters made it hard to progress.

Me, looking at the prompts: Hi my brain left me.

Sorry, Anon. Too many gears were moving for me to get a proper feel for what I wanted to do with this one, so I ended up ditching it. ...I was planning to finish it, though. Eventually. See, I even put the quote in the Draft version as a reminder of what I was doing, so I could get back to it right away.

Yeeeeah, this is just one more to the “I will give this wonderful thing all the time it deserves!” pile.

The pile is stored in the Failure Corner.

Perfectionism is the enemy of progress.

You guys really like crossovers.

I love that for you.

-spends two years ignoring you-

I mean, I just didn’t know what to do with the rainbows.

They sure are there.

They sure are pretty.

I sure couldn’t come up with a comment to add.

...I don’t know why I didn’t answer this. Possibly because I think it’s fine? I’m not too attached to it, and spent the whole manga period wanting to watch an anime version instead, then we got an anime version.

I’d guess that my general “meh” feelings interfered with responding here.

No idea why I didn’t answer this.

Yes, and good for you.

I support all thoughts on giving the Reiss kiddos personalities.

I think I didn’t get back to you on this because I wasn’t sure how to encourage you to keep going so I just sat awkwardly on my hands and felt weird about not saying anything.

...Thanks for sharing!

I love how it’s the little things that date these.

Unfortunately, we’re now at the point where 90% of the reason I didn’t answer was because I was too sick to muster up anything approaching enthusiasm.

Or because I’d just finished answering a bunch of chapter-specific things and was burnt out.

This felt pretty self-explanatory to me, so I felt like that gave me permission to ignore it.

Also, it mentions Marley.

I might be slightly petty.

Really though, I think what stopped me from giving a proper answer is that the question of what an author is trying to say throws me off a little. I work better thinking of it in terms of what the story is saying, with the author just happening to be the hands that wrote it all down.

I don’t know. This was probably another case of feeling like I should give this more of my time than I was able.

I couldn’t decide.

That’s it.

That’s the reason.

Everyone needs to give Mikasa a hug.

My blog title for a hug.

-the crossover snake hisses and consumes another-

I am so sorry.

This is fun.

I probably should have just gone with posting and saying so, because I am genuinely charmed by this. I tend to feel like I have to add something to asks to justify the post. That policy maybe didn’t need to be a thing.

I love my anons.

I want that to be clear.

Really, I do.

I especially love their willingness to embrace my crackpot logic.

Still.

Sometimes, the only response one can have to Schrodinger’s Ymir is to ignore its existence, find a pillow, and scream into it for the rest of time.

This replaces typing.

-looks at Armin-

-looks at Eren-

Yeah, don’t know why I didn’t answer this one, either. I blame tiredness? Sorry about that.

I feel like I didn’t answer this one because it felt like work.

This is where I start considering that making this post was a mistake.

I could have just agreed with you and gone about my day.

Probably should have.

Did not.

Another one for that, “had nothing to add so I just left it in a corner, abandoned and unloved,” pile.

There is an apology section at the end, but we’re not there yet.

This one I don’t think I noticed.

Alternatively, I did notice, and wasn’t sure “Yes,” would pass as a good enough answer.

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Okay, time to really just get into it: I think for the remainder of my inbox, I didn’t answer because physically, I was just too damn exhausted, and I kept waiting for a point in time where I’d feel better. Sorry to put a limit on the personalization, but in the end, that’s all there was to it, and rephrasing it a dozen times will make me crazy.

And here we are.

Well.

Good grief, do you guys even have any clue how much I like all of you?

Obviously there’s a lot of guilt in the above, because I can’t tell you how much I wanted, each time, to give a great answer that would make you thrilled you messaged me. I am so sorry to all of these I didn’t get to. There were days when the alerts in my inbox were the best thing to happen to me, and I never wanted to let any of them go without acknowledgment.

I try to say thank you as often as I can in my responses, because that’s as close as I can get to reminding you all, constantly, that I am grateful for your participation. The only times I don’t say it is when I worry that it’ll look like it’s being done out of habit, not genuine gratitude. Or when I think you might take it the wrong way if I say thanks for a basic conversation. Because you provide me content and make me interested in things I might not normally look twice at.

There are so many instances of people saying hi, and thank you, and wishing everyone well here.

I haven’t been active in the larger fandom in two years, but I have always been so happy that you guys kept dropping by my space anyway.

You are a pleasure and light in my life, no matter how much snark I might throw about.

Thank you all.

#attack on asks #tl;dr #long post

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seducedbyseverus · 4 years

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Amor Vincit Omnia

Pairing - Professor Severus Snape x Fem Student Reader

Chapter One Rating - T for Teen

Tags - Angst, some fluff, flashbacks to an abusive childhood, mentions of past abandonment, mention of magic, mute reader, no sexual relationship with Professor Snape yet… since ya know… the reader is still a child…, and I think that’s it.

Beta - @winecatsandpizza

Word Count - 1.5k

Fic Aesthetic - Yours Truly

A/N - Hello, all you lovely people ♥! I have been writing fanfiction for a long time, but I am just now posting my fics that are related to the Harry Potter fandom. I mainly write for Severus Snape, but I wouldn’t be opposed to writing for other characters. Send me an ask if you would like me to write for you. Feedback is gold and my fuel to put out more chapters/new fics.

A/N 2 - **** Each chapter will have its own rating!!!! Heed all the warnings I post!! My work is NOT to be copied, posting anywhere else, or saved without my express written permission! **** The text in italics are flashbacks and the owl’s name is pronounced Air Uh Dell. If you’d like to be tagged in future chapters, please send me an ask or message. :)

Chapter One: A New Beginning

From the moment you turned six years old you’d known you were different. Something inside you stirred, aching to be released.

On the day it broke free you’d been outside playing with your friend Sara in the grass. The new dolls you’d been given for your birthday scattered around the two of you as you laughed and carried on. Before you knew it, your older brother Nathan snatched the one Sara was playing with from her hands.

He mockingly held it above his head just out of her reach making tears well in her eyes. You felt your blood boil as you stood in front of him, your hands on your hips. His mocking figure towered over you by at least a foot but had been determined to get the doll back in one piece to Sara. “Give it back to her, Nate!” You seethed. He cocked an eyebrow and clicked his tongue. “Aw, does cry baby Sara want the dolly back? C’mon then, let’s see you try and get it, Y/N!”

He laughed at your efforts to reach it before tossing it on top of the garage. “Oops!” Nathan shrugged before giving a sarcastic smirk. “Looks like your precious doll is gone forever.” The coil of rage inside you seemed to snap. All your anger focused on Nathan as you lunged at him, but before you could reach him something extraordinary happened. Your gaze alone seemed to propel him into the trunk of the big oak tree growing in your front yard.

His body fell to the ground with a thud and he groaned in pain before picking himself up. His eyes rose to yours in a fearful stare only for a moment before he took off towards the front door to your house.

If you’d only known that from that day forward your life was going to change forever.

Now, here you stood, five years later in Y/H’s common room. It was your first year at Hogwarts, and you couldn’t have been happier. This ancient castle was to be your home now. Outside in the muggle world, you didn’t have a real place to go. Ever since that fateful day when you’d done that to your brother your parents abandoned you without hesitation.

They were both muggles and no one in your immediate family had any trace of being a witch or wizard. You were dropped off at an orphanage with no education on the wizarding world you belonged in.

It wasn’t long before the Headmaster heard about you. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school and things were happening around you that you couldn’t explain. Immediately, he’d made plans for Professor McGonagall to take you in.

Even though you didn’t know Minerva very well, being with her felt right. It felt like you were where you were supposed to be. It felt like home.

Professor McGonagall helped you unpack your belongings in your dormitory to make sure you settled in okay. She’d known what you’d been through and knew the repercussions that came of it. The constant nightmares, the panic attacks, and not to mention the fact that you hadn’t spoken since the day everything went down. Only her and the Headmaster knew, and she didn’t want to push you.

Once you two were finished, she gave you a soft smile taking your hand in hers. “There we go, Y/N. It feels good to be all settled in, hm?” The nervous look on your face didn’t go unnoticed and she sighed before leading you to sit on your bed. “Y/N, I know this is a new place with people you don’t know, but I promise you you’re safe here. Albus, Professor Dumbledore, won’t let anything happen to you or any of his students. Hogwarts is a safe place where you won’t be alone in your abilities. Who knows, maybe you’ll find your voice while you’re here.”

She gently rubbed your shoulder and kissed the top of your head before standing to smooth out her robes. “You have class early tomorrow so don’t stay up too late. Professor Snape doesn’t like it when his students are late.

Goodnight, Y/N and remember should you need anything don’t hesitate to send me a message via your owl.”

You listened as the sound of her heels clicked down the stone stairs. Once she was gone, the only thing you could hear was the muffled voices in the common room. Even though you were a first-year, the other people in your house knew that you were a mute. They didn’t treat you differently, but you were still hesitant to make friends nonetheless. Honestly, you were afraid to get to close to someone for fear of something bad happening like what happened to your brother.

The soft chirp from your owl lifted you from your thoughts. Aradeyl tilted her small head to look at you through the bars of her cage and you suddenly felt sorry for her having to be cooped up all this time. Slowly, you padded across the room and opened her cage. She stepped onto your arm and sidestepped up to your shoulder letting out another shrill chirp. Your fingers softly caressed her feathers as she lovingly nipped at your earlobe. You brought her down to your lap so you could stroke the feathers on the top of her head.

The two of you stayed like that for a few moments before your eyes started to get heavy. Once Aradeyl was safely back in her cage, you climbed beneath your covers and tried your best to get a good night’s sleep.

The next morning you were the first one awake. Streams of sunlight seeped through the curtains as you blinked away the sleep in your eyes. Quickly, you changed into your robes and padded downstairs towards the entrance of your common room. The crackling of the fire filled your ears as you slipped on your tennis shoes.

It was still slightly early as you entered the corridor towards Potion’s class, but you were always early. It was in your nature. Being late to anything gave you anxiety, and that led to panic attacks.

The door to Professor Snape’s classroom was unlocked and the lights were on, but he was nowhere in sight. You figured he was either in the Great Hall still or was gathering ingredients for your class. Either way, you took the unlocked door as an invitation and strode inside silently. The back row of desks looked inviting and you took the desk in the far corner. Placing your parchment, ink bottle, and quill on your desk, you chewed on your lip waiting for the other students to file in.

Fifteen minutes later, the class was buzzing with life. Students chattered back and forth with one another and occasionally a paper airplane would fly across the room. You sat silently in your seat knowing full well that Professor Snape wasn’t to be messed with. You’d never met him but from the stories Professor McGonagall told you, he wasn’t one to tolerate students goofing off.

The door slammed open and the most daunting looking man strode in. His long black robes swished behind him like a cape, his shoulder-length black hair bouncing with each footfall. He stopped at his podium and glared at the shocked eyes staring up at him. “Silence! I will not tolerate talking out of turn in my classroom! I would expect you to have your parchment and quills out already, but alas I see none of you are that bright.” His low booming voice had you in awe as you continued to stare at him. Sure, he was intimidating, but something about him intrigued you.

Snape folded his arms across his chest and tapped the toe of his shoe on the concrete floor. “It would seem that the only one here ready to learn is Miss Y/N. Five points to Y/H. The rest of you hurry up and get your quills ready because I am only going to say this once.”

The rest of the day went pretty quickly for you, but one thing was constant in your mind. There was something about Professor Snape that kept him at the forefront of your thoughts. Why was he so angry? Sure, you’d seen anger before, but no one was ever angry all the time. Not like him. Maybe you could ask Minerva about him after supper.

As you walked towards the Great Hall the feeling of being watched grew stronger by the second. It wasn’t until you caught a glance of the vast forest outside the school grounds that you felt the goosebumps prickle your skin. The sun was beginning to set, and the trees seemed to make everything darker. A lone shadow-like figure with big red eyes made you gasp. It’s gaze seemingly bore into your very soul the longer you looked at it.

The sound of your name being called made you jump and you turned to see Professor McGonagall. She gave you a concerned look, but you smiled reassuringly before walking the rest of the way to the Great Hall with her.

The figure you saw at the edge of the forest treeline distracted you from eating. Question upon question flooded your mind as you pushed your food around with your fork. Should you write down what you saw and show someone? Would they think you were insane? Has anyone else seen anything like what you saw?

Were you really safe at Hogwarts?

#amor vincit omnia #professor snape x reader #severus snape x reader #snape x reader #severus tobias snape x reader #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fic #harry potter fandom #harry potter #seducedbyseverus writes #jessy writes

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nightglider124 · 5 years

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Dickkory Week: Day 5

Oops. A day late again. I got in from work last night and just could not be fucked to write a thing XD.

We can assume that anytime I have Dick calling Kory, ‘babe’ it is based in the DCAU.

Honeymoon was the greenlight for me to write some kinda smut but it didn’t turn out as great as I wanted but hope you still like it any way. NSFW ahead.

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Honeymoon

Purple skies bled into the orange tone that smothered the horizon as the sun descended lower on the world, casting an ethereal glow on anything the last light touched on it’s way into hibernation for the night.

The colors bounced and reflected off of the clear turquoise ocean, the calm waves seeping up onto the soft grains of sand before receding back into the mass of water. The sound of the sea as it lapped back and forth against the shore was tranquil; an utter state of relaxation encompassing the whole island.

A gentle breeze flowed along the edge of the beach, carrying a warmth within it that was comfortable enough for the time of day it was.

Kory smiled up at the sky, letting the sacred rays of sunlight that remained wash over her skin, replenishing her energy and letting it build her strength anew. During this whole trip, she had felt extremely powerful due to the constant exposure to such a delicious taste of sunlight. There had yet to be a single cloud in the sky whilst they were staying there.

She hummed a quiet tune to herself as she swayed lightly on the swing that was attached to one of the long palm trees surrounding the main section of the beach they were spending the 2 weeks.

It was merely a strong piece of wood that had been strung up with rope but Kory found it a peaceful place to be situated, given the breathtaking view of the ocean and the sky it provided.

She turned her head to the side of the island, a wooden boating dock and the small white yacht they had arrived on, filled her vision. The yacht glimmered under the dying sunlight and Kory found herself appreciating all that her now father in law had arranged for them.

Kory glanced down at the sparkling engagement and wedding rings that were intertwined upon the finger of her left hand and smiled to herself.

They were married.

She still couldn’t quite believe it; like she was living in some kind of dream and she was terrified she would wake up at any given moment and ruin the state of bliss she was in.

As she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with moments from their wedding; walking down to aisle to him, dancing their first dance at the reception, surrounded by friends and family.

With the squawk of an overhead seagull, her eyes shot open and she sighed in sheer contentment. She dug her toes into the sand beneath her feet, smiling at the heat emanating from it.

Suddenly, he felt someone else grab the ropes of her swing and she grinned as she tilted her head upwards to get a look at him.

Dick smirked down at her before he leaned in and stole a brief kiss from her. She giggled against his mouth before he pulled away and crouched down in front of her,

“Hey, beautiful.” He murmured, placing his hands on her bare legs, not so subtly eyeing the green bikini she wore,

Kory giggled and touched his chin with her index finger, directing his cerulean gaze to her face, “Up here, thank you.”

Dick chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck, “What? I’m just admiring my wife’s gorgeous body.”

“Mhm.” She returned, a smirk on her lips.

He gave her a wink before he rubbed the hand on her leg a little more, “You wanna come inside and start deciding what to eat tonight?”

Kory considered but was drawn to staying outside since the sunset was just so very captivating.

“Perhaps a little bit later?” She suggested, shyly, “It is so beautiful out here…”

He watched as she got up off of the swing and walked along the beach, just out of reach of the sea that looked to be searching for her,

Dick smiled and let his eyes trail over her, enthralled by the way the setting sun shone down on her, illuminating her golden skin. The whisper of a breeze caught her long tendrils of hair, the lush mass of red swirling around her shoulders,

He couldn’t stop the way his heart hammered away in his chest, still in disbelief that he was married to her. He was in constant amazement that this goddess had genuinely chosen to start a life with him and him alone.

He watched as Kory tiptoed closer to the water, shuddering when it flowed back and over her feet, tickling at her ankles. She let her shoulders sag and turned her face upwards to the light, simply absorbing every bit of solar energy that she could.

Being there had been amazing for her, she had felt utterly rejuvenated since she had been cradled by the sunlight all day, every day that they had been on their honeymoon.

Bruce had been the one to gift them with their post married gift; a honeymoon off the coast of Fiji on one of Bruce’s several, privately owned islands. It was just the two of them on this patch of sand and trees, in the middle of the south pacific ocean.

As Dick wandered closer to where his wife stood, soaking up the last rays of daylight, he glanced over at the very place they had been staying.

His adoptive father had never been one to skimp on luxury when purchasing homes around the world. The sole building on the island was theirs for the 2 weeks they were staying.

It was all one floor, covering a chunk of square foot of the island. It was a modern style home with glass lining almost all of it, the few panels that were not, were a smooth mahogany wood, giving it a sleek geometric charm. An abundance of trees surrounded the back of it, creating an intriguing forest feel, despite being on a sandy island in the middle of the sea.

The porch was a slick grey marble that had no railings but was lit up by multiple spotlights, lining the path with ease.

Dick had to chuckle; only Bruce would go for such an open styled home on a private island that was deserted most of the time.

He reached Kory and placed his hands on her waist from behind, peppering kisses along the line of her shoulder until he found the underside of her jaw. She giggled as he continued, sliding his hands around until they rested on her stomach. Kory gently laced her fingers together with his and leaned back against his bare chest.

“So, what do you want to do instead of eating?” Dick mumbled against her ear,

Kory bit her bottom lip, trying to fight the mischievous expression that was trying to burst forth on her face. With a humming sound, she turned in his arms and pressed her hands to his shoulders,

“I have an idea…” She whispered, kissing his cheek until she reached his ear which she blew on and nipped his lobe.

Dick closed his eyes and shivered, his breath stalling in his throat at how brazen she was. He felt her pushing him towards the ground so, obeying his girl in every way he could, he let himself fall on his back against the sand, bringing her with him.

She giggled as she landed on top of him, the smile she wore so sultry that it would put most women to shame. Kory pressed her lips to her husband’s, running her tongue along his bottom lip, tasting and asking for entry.

Not one to disappoint, Dick allowed her, cupping one side of her face to hold her in place whilst he continued to kiss her.

“Babe…” He murmured, pulling away briefly to stare at her,

She appeared bashful but pushed some of her hair behind her ear and shifted so that she was straddling his hips.

“You do not want to?” She asked, her tone one of complete innocence,

He snorted, “I always want to… but… y’know we have a bed for this.”

Kory flipped her hair over her shoulder so that it cascaded down the length of her back, “We do… however, I do so enjoy the fading light and heat of the sunset, my love…”

Dick shook his head at her, “You’re a minx, y’know that?”

“So you have said before but I never hear you complaining about it.”

“If I get sand in weird places after this, I’m blaming you.”

Kory’s eyelids drooped as she felt him becoming more accustomed to this idea of hers, “I believe I can live with that.”

She lifted off of him, floating for a minute before she placed her feet firmly on the sand whilst he remained on his back, pushing himself up onto his elbows to watch her.

The Princess smirked at him before she reached up and behind her neck, carefully tugging at the strings holding her bikini top up. She could feel it loosening and reveled in the lust beginning to cloud her husband’s eyes, clearly tormented by how slow she was proceeding.

“Kory-” He breathed, cut off as she suddenly slipped the rest of the garment off, throwing it further up the beach so that it wouldn’t get taken by the waves behind them.

Dick gulped, his eyes glued to her form, her ample breasts right there in front of him under the shying daylight. If they had been on a public beach where people roamed, he would be mortified but this situation only served to excite him.

And yet, she wasn’t even completely finished with torturing him.

Kory hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her bikini bottoms, sliding them over her hips and down the lines of her long legs. She let go, allowing the material to fall to the ground as she gracefully stepped out of them.

Dick smirked, eyeing her perfect body and admiring the slim pinch of her waist alongside the curve of her hips. He momentarily couldn’t wait to have her back on him so he could grab at her supple rear.

“Hm. No tan lines?”

A silver laugh, full of delight poured from Kory’s throat as she descended back to him, knelt with one leg on either side of his hips again.

There was a wicked gleam in her eyes as her gaze locked with his, “I have not been wearing this bikini today as much as you might think...”

His eyes widened and his mouth fell open, “You’re killing me here.”

Kory grinned and placed several kisses against his jaw before whispering, “You’re turn. I want you also naked…”

Dick scoffed, “That’s not hard since I’m only wearing trunks.”

She considered that, reaching back to start pulling them, giggling as she got them off of him and threw them up the beach too, alongside her bikini.

“Impatient today, huh?”

Kory shrugged, “Just a woman thoroughly in love with her husband.”

Dick’s lips split into a grin at the terms used, loving the fact that was what he was to her now, “That’s fair.”

She leaned down, pressing her palms into the sand on either side of his head before she molded her lips to his, adoring the way fire sparked between them where their lips met.

A heat stirred in his lower abdomen as Kory breathed more heavily, grinding her hips against his most sensitive area as of right now. Dick’s hands trailed down her back, stopping to hold her waist, kneading his fingers against her flesh.

“I’m… assuming we don’t need foreplay tonight…” Dick huffed, pulling away and certainly not in need of any more coaxing,

Kory shook her head, strands of ruby hair falling over her shoulders, brushing against his chest.

She held his gaze, an unspoken heat between them as she reached down and wrapped her fingers around his member. He jerked at her touch, his grip on her waist becoming firmer.

Smiling, Kory positioned him so that the tip rested at her entrance. With a deep breath, she sank down, impaling herself on his cock. She gasped aloud, always enticed for more by the initial penetration.

Dick gritted his teeth together as he became overwhelmed with sensations. Despite regular intimacy with Kory, he could never quite prepare himself for how wet and tight and ready she constantly was for him.

“Damn, Kory…” He whispered, lifting one hand to push his fingers through her silk hair,

She breathed a laugh as she wriggled her hips, teasing him further. Dick squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, thankful for the cushioning that was the sand.

Kory lifted up, slowly before she forced herself back down to the hilt. Dick groaned as she moved, the heat inside of him only burning more as she moved.

Taking a deep breath, Kory increased her speed as she rode him, lifting her shoulders as the bout of pleasure swelled inside of her. Dick held her hips tight as he thrusted upwards to meet hers, pushing his cock as deep as he could go.

“Dick…” She murmured, slipping her hands to his shoulders, bowing her head into the crook of his neck as they moved as one.

She bounced against him, taking him all the way inside before pulling back and repeating the motion again. Dick’s hands moved to her ass, giving her a loving squeeze before he used her for leverage, shoving himself between her folds over and over until they both had a thin sheen of sweat against their skin.

Kory squealed in ecstasy as they found a steady rhythm, moving against each other in the best possible way. Dick puffed and groaned as she moved faster, the telltale tightening from her slick channel signalling that she was close,

He gave a breath of a laugh, “God, that didn’t take you long tonight…”

“I… have wanted you all day.” She whispered, her whole body seizing up in preparation of the explosive pleasure to come,

“Why… didn’t you.., say something earlier?”

“I thought… it would be… more rewarding… to wait.”

Dick grinned and gently bit her shoulder as he thrusted inside her a few more times before Kory froze, gasping and moaning against his neck. She tightened around his member and she remained that way for a brief few seconds before a wet heat surrounded his member.

“Oh… D-Dick…” Kory moaned, shakily coming down from her orgasmic high,

He rubbed her back for a minute or so before he cradled her body and gently turned her over onto her back so he could finish as well.

“You okay for me to…?”

Kory smiled, a sight of beauty as she laid there panting, “Of course, my love.”

Dick kissed her quickly and pushed his cock all the way back inside her, grunting at the way she felt. He pushed forward, thrusting in and out at a frantic speed, clearly wanting to reach his peak as well since Kory already had.

His wife raised her knees, crossing her legs behind his back at the ankles, ensuring they remained connected throughout.

His dark hair flopped over his forehead as he went harder, slamming his hips against hers so hard, her breasts bounced against her chest every time. Kory placed her hands on his back, holding him so close that their chests brushed together. She chewed on her lower lip as Dick continued to have his way with her, relentlessly pounding into her.

Kory sighed in euphoria as she raked her fingernails against the skin of his back, leaving faint red marks of passion.

Dick grinned to himself, loving whenever she did that; all it served to do was spur him on.

“Kory… I… oh, babe…” He muttered, reaching the crest,

“Mm, Richard…”

He clenched his jaw and with several more thrusts, he found himself groaning aloud; his cock throbbing as he released everything he was inside of her tight, wet hole. He shuddered as he continued to orgasm until finally, his energy gave out and he slumped atop of his Princess.

Kory giggled as his hot breath fanned her bare shoulder, their bodies slick with sweat as they rubbed together on account of their heaving breaths.

“Don’t ever let me say you don’t have good ideas, babe.”

She peppered gentle kisses against his shoulder and smiled, a serene haze fogging her mind, “I will not, don’t worry.”

Dick chuckled and carefully raised himself up to gaze at her face, “I love you, Kory.”

Matching his expression, Kory tilted her head, “And I love you as well.”

He lowered himself briefly so that he could place a chaste kiss against her cupid bow lips. Dick smirked as he came back up to look at her, “Now, you better be helping me wash the sand off in the shower.”

Kory beamed, “I would love to.”

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