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polkadotpenguin16 · 2 months

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#MarchFicMadness24 Rec List

Here's my contribution to @the-blind-assassin-12's March Madness Reblog Challenge: reblog 63 fics in 31 days!

Below are stories/drabbles/whatever that I enjoyed reading and give the Penguin Stamp of Approval 🐧™ (very exclusive)

Expect a lot of Carisi/Barba love 😍

Part 1 | Part 2

🥰=Fluffy 😔=Angsty 🥵=Saucy 📋=Masterlist

1. Carisi and reader's first kiss by @kryptonitejelly 🥰 Sonny Carisi x reader This is just an adorable little snippet that made my heart flutter

2. Mistakes We Knew We Were Making, Chapter 1 by @lovecarisi 🥵 Sonny Carisi x reader Hot damn - that's it, that's all my thoughts lol

3. Slow, soft love making with Barba by @adacarisi 🥵 Rafael Barba x reader This was my gateway fic into the Tumblr-SVU-Fic-Verse (came here from a random pin on Pinterest). And it is still one I enjoy going back to because it is so delightful. Anyone who enjoys smutty SVU fics should check their stuff out!

4. Sweet Tangerine by @whoevrwhatevr 🥰😔 Sonny Carisi x Rafael Barba My guilty pleasure is sick/comfort fics, and this one checks all the boxes for me. Pathetic, ill Sonny has a special place in my heart lol

5. Second Chances, Part One by @tropes-and-tales 😔🥰🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader I read this on the recommendation of @misscharlielulu, and it did NOT disappoint! It literally has everything - broken hearts, adorable dates, a sensual satisfying climax. It goes from angsty, to fluffy, to saucy, and it is near close to perfect.

6. Overtime by @storiesofsvu 😔🥰 Rafael Barba x Reader Honestly, read any of her stuff, you're guaranteed to enjoy it. I like this one in particular because it is such a well composed story. And she nailed Raf being a lovable dick 😂

7. Tears For A Good Man by @escapingrealtiylovinginsanity 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader I always get excited when a new Sonny fic comes across my dash, and this one is just GAHHH **insert incoherent happy noises** Probably the sweetest version of Sonny you will ever come across **swoon**

8. 19 (aka losing your virginity to Sonny) part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 by @carisi-dreams 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader If I was on a deserted island and was only allowed to bring one fic to read, THIS WOULD BE IT!!!! I love how relatable the reader is, I love how attentive Sonny is, and it's just GOD DAMN HOT 🔥

9. Relaxation Therapy by @mrsrafaelbarba 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader Who doesn't want a sexy Cuban lawyer to take care of them after a long day 😏 #life is hard and barba is hot

10. You're My Dream Girl by @pascalispretty 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Apparently @misscharlielulu and I are on the same wavelength because we were both thinking about this one today lol. This one is hot, heavy, desperate and it's AMAZING

11. Line Without a Hook by @writingdayandnight 🥰 Rafael Barba x Reader This reads like a delightful romance movie, and is a beautiful alternative for Undiscovered Country-deniers (seriously, what were they thinking?!)

12. Carisi realizing he’s in love by @kryptonitejelly 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Another adorable snippet courtesy of @kryptonitejelly - keep em coming!

13. “i’m yours, in every way possible.” by @qvid-pro-qvo 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Y'all wanna cry happy tears? Cuz this made me cry happy tears! I found this gem last week, and have become completely obsessed.

14. HCs: Being in a Relationship with Sonny Carisi by @locke-writes 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader This is wonderfully written, in-depth, and simply put, it's heartwarming 💓

15. Rafael Barba Masterlist by @melk917 📋 Rafael Barba x Reader If you're a Barba fan, this is the Tumblr to go to! Seriously, just pick any of them. You'll find a little bit of everything, and you'll enjoy yourself.

16. A Fight With Sonny by @storytimefromthecreed 😔🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader The dialogue in this is so perfectly written. Honestly, it's #truelovegoals

17. Rain, Candlelight & Pumpkin Spice by @beccabarba 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader This one is so soft and sensual and makes me miss fall. Standout quote - "I love that you think you’re the lucky one" - I'm literally melting 🫠

18. Taken Care Of by @plaidbooks 😔🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader There are LOTS of stories out there about Sonny taking care of the reader. Not nearly as many about Sonny being cared for, and by god does that man deserve it! This is a fav of mine, Julie's so talented, and I've got 45 more fics to go so I'm sure I'll be adding more of her stuff to this list.

19. Perfect / Love Won’t Die by @cathrrrine 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader When this fic dropped, I got absolutely nothing done that day because it was the only thing I could think about. It gives you all the nice mushy feelings a good fluff piece should!

20. Movie Night by @adarafaelbarba 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader This is one of the first Rafa fics I ever read. Then I freaking lost it and thought I was imagining the whole thing. And when I finally found it again, it was even better than I remembered lol

21. Mistakes We Knew We Were Making, Chapter 2 by @lovecarisi 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Chapter 2's out y'all!

22. Public Transportation by @amaroforpresident 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader An utterly adorable meet cute 😍

23. Caught in the Act by @svuwritings 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Just absolutely filthy smut; might need a cold shower after this one.

24. 4th of July by @australiancarisi 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader I love reading fics with a focus on Sonny's family. We got such a small sliver of that part of him on the show. This fic just makes me smile ☺️

25. Decisions by @detectivesvu 😔 Rafael Barba x Reader This is a heavy read, but it's oh so good. Sidenote, this reader is a saint - I wish I could practice this level of patience lol

26. Paradise Lost & Paradise Found by @cycat4077/@cycat-carisi 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader So Tumblr will not let me reblog these for some reason, but I just had to share because I love them so much. This story breaks my damn heart and then glues it back together and I am HERE for it! All of their stuff is a joy to read 💙

27. I Want You to Touch Me by @writefasttalkevenfaster 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader Sexy bearded Barba, anyone? “I told you it wouldn’t be a bed,” - GAHH I'm blushing 😳

28. Gallery by @svu-ncis-criminalminds 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader Is "deliciously angsty" a thing? I have issues dealing with conflict in my personal life, so reading about people fighting and making up is kind of cathartic for me. It does wrap with a sweet ending.

29. Getting Flowers from Sonny by @duchesschameleon 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader I've only received flowers once from someone (who wasn't family) and I remember just how goddamn special that made me feel and this perfectly captures all those warm fuzzy feels 😊

30. "Hey, just look at me. Breathe." by @amirightcounsellor 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader Oh, to be held by Sonny after a nightmare...

31. Sonny in an accident part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 by @carisi-dreams 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader Scrolling through Violet's blog is like the best box of chocolates you've ever received - always something new and exciting to find. I cannot believe I only just read this today. I think it is a contender for my most favorite fic of all-time. Violet, I bow to your greatness 🙌

32. Unsure by @svucarisiaddict 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader I love this story so much. It really resonates with me deeply. And Sonny is such a dear in this :)

33. The Tum by @plaidbooks 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader I love me a fluffy man, and Raf deserves all the adoring attention in the world <3

34. A Misunderstanding by @minidodds 😔 Rafael Barba x Reader This is a cute shorty about a silly miscommunication.

35. Toy Box by @detective-giggles 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Did someone turn up the heat, cuz it's getting a little steamy in here. This is filthy...please enjoy 😏

36. All Wrapped Up by @melk917 🥵 Rafael Barba x Reader I know the holiday season has passed, but this is a good read all year round.

37. Come Home part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 by @enamoured-x 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader In case you needed your heart torn up this evening! This whole series is amazing, I love it so much. Why do I we love to see Carisi suffer so much?!

38. Do Not Disturb by @foryouthem00n 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader I do enjoy me some Cranky Carisi lol. Can hardly believe Sonny would turn down cuddles 🥺

39. how the svu characters would react to you pranking them by texting “i miss being single” by @cathrrrine 🥰 The whole SVU gang These are all just a laugh and a half 😆 and so accurate! "Not now. I'm not done sulking yet." OMG seriously Rafa?!!

40. fluff #1 by @writingsforfandoms-multi 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Ya know, I'm just a sucker for some domestic bliss. This one is so precious!

41. Your first five dates with Sonny… by @reddielov-e 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader This is such a fun read! Very well thought out, lots of details. "you’re an outstanding woman and you never fail to make me laugh" - ya killing me!

42. Jealousy by @minidodds 😔 Sonny Carisi x Reader This is an oldy but a goody. I go back to this one whenever I'm in the mood for some angst.

43. Trust Me by @ambivertdreamer 😔 Rafael Barba x Reader I really like Rafa stories that follow the plot from Intersecting lives (wtf were you thinking giving out your address Barba?!) and seeing the fall out and consequences that the show didn't really give us. This is a great story that ties up really nicely.

44. Coming Home by @seekret-fanfic 🥰 Sonny Carisi x Reader Warning! Your heart may not be prepared for this amount of fluff!! I fucking LOVE this story - it pulls at the heartstrings in such a delightful way. Warms my cold dead heart 🖤

45. On Takeout and Yoga by @inflagranteinnuendo 🥵 Sonny Carisi x Reader Not your conventional smut piece. This is so well written. I love the flow of the whole story. I love the build up to ending. I love just how goddamn sweet and endlessly understanding Sonny is!!

46. SVU guys picking out engagement rings by @adacarisi 🥰 Sonny Carisi, Rafael Barba, Mike Dodds I've been a wedding-y mood recently, and this just tickles my fancy.

#marchficmadness24 #63 stories in 31 days #fic rec #sonny carisi x reader #rafael barba x reader

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slutforsilverfoxes · 2 years

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OH MY GOD can you please write sierra six smut i will literally pay you

Here at the house of slutforsilverfoxes, your pleasure is our payment 🫡

A/N: I am so sorry this took 84 years to write but I hope it lives up to expectations. I rewatched the movie for the third (!) time last night and this man makes me absolutely feral. I hope y'all enjoy 🥰

Tags: @buckysboobs

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You strolled rather leisurely down the streets of Prague, admiring the orange hues painting the sky from the setting sun, the slight spice of smoke and cannabis pervading your senses and reminding you of home. Or rather, what you once considered home. Did people in your field really have a place they called home?

Shaking yourself out of your reverie, you deftly hopped over the wrought iron fence of your target's overly expensive mansion, making quick work of the hedge maze you had memorized the night before courtesy of aerial recon. You watched from the shadows at the entrance to the maze as, like clockwork, the evening protective detail swooped in to replace the day team. You had told Denny you'd take this op under one condition: the target's wife and child had to be out of the country. Less guards, less collateral. You may have given up your life and body to the CIA, but you would cling to your own perverse sense of morality until your dying breath.

Even if you were still tying up loose ends from the shitstorm Denny and Suzanne had let wreak havoc across Europe over a year ago.

Approaching the measly crew guarding the maze under the cloak of falling night, you slipped your trusty weapon from its holster, screwed on the silencer, and fired two shots within the span of mere seconds, the sound of thudding bodies overlapping as the guards dropped lifelessly to the pristinely trimmed grass. Confident that the coast was clear and the rest of the protective detail were at their stations inside the mansion, you glided across the expansive yard, resisting the urge to roll your eyes at the cursive letter mowed into the lawn. You would never grow used to the hubris of men like this target, who wanted to remain quiet oligarchs but lived in the biggest houses with the most ostentatious gardens and obnoxious (read: ugly) artwork and enough money to brand their grass with the first letter of their last names.

Perhaps you were bitter, or perhaps they were compensating. Creeping along the exterior of the house, you decided both scenarios were equally likely.

A curse fell from your lips as the lights went out, cloaking you in complete darkness. Snagging the windowsill above you, you pulled yourself up to see that the interior lights were out as well, save for a measly glow in the nearby hallway presumably powered by a generator. You could hear shouting in the distance, your target’s security detail assessing the impending threat and gathering to protect the man who signed their paychecks.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end alerting you to a presence at your six. Either this person was shit at their job or they were a friendly. Letting your body drop to the ground as you whipped around, you hissed out, "Who are you?," gun trained on the spot dead center between a pair of striking eyes that, had you not been working an op, would’ve stolen the very breath from your lungs.

"That’s a loaded question. Who are any of us real-"

The man merely blinked as a bullet whizzed by his ear. Glancing at the chunk of wall gouged out inches from his face and then back at you, the ghost of a smirk flitted past his features. "So I should change our relationship status to It’s Complicated I take it."

"It’s only fair for me to inform you that I don’t give second chances. Who are you?"

"Consider me the cavalry. I support you on this op, you get the collar, take the credit, we never see each other again. Job well done by all parties considered."

You cocked your head to one side, your gun mimicking the angle. "You’re Sierra." It was a statement, not a question.

"Once upon a time," he conceded nonchalantly. Realization dawned on you and your eyes flashed with recognition. Sierra Six. The silent assassin. The Gray Man. Every agent had heard whispers of his infamy despite the fact that the Sierra program, let alone the man standing before you in the flesh, simply did not exist.

"They let you back in this city after the international stunt you pulled last time?" you asked wryly, one eyebrow raised.

"You think they know I’m here? You wound me." He had an easy way about him that was equal parts unsettling, given your shared line of work and his supposed nonexistence, and incredibly attractive. "So now that we've been acquainted-"

"Hardly," you interjected with a slight smirk of your own.

"-what's your plan to breach, Agent Y/L/N?"

"You’ve done your homework," you nodded appreciatively, your playful banter coming to a dead halt as his words soberly reminded you of the task at hand: assassinate the target, collect the drive, and eliminate anyone standing in the way of priorities one and two.

You explained the layout of the mansion to him, detailing the number of entries and exits, hidden corridors, and possible ambush sites. Deciding that you would begin in the east wing and gradually make your way across the mansion, Six eased his magazine into his semi-automatic with a satisfying click as you slid your knife out to play.

The two of you approached the nearest entryway, your back to his as he expertly picked the lock. The door swung open with a soft creak and you tapped his shoulder twice to signal you were ready to breach. "I’ve got your six," you muttered, trying and failing to hide your cheeky tone.

He threw a look over his shoulder and you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face at his silent confirmation of your earlier deduction before you followed him down the hall, light on your feet.

You moved in a silent dance, perfectly choreographed without having to so much as make eye contact, his movements sharp, yours fluid, his bullets flying, your knife singing. It was complementary and harmonious and downright beautiful how your bodies morphed into a single killing machine. Within minutes, you had reached the opposite end of the villa and effectively incapacitated the entire peripheral security detail. Crossing back into the heart of the building, you flanked the large wooden doors leading to the massive study, your target’s home headquarters and his current hiding spot from the mayhem.

Swiping the flat of your blade across your thigh to remove the evidence of your previous triumphs, you smiled at your impromptu partner. "Ready for round two?"

He shot you a wink in response. "Let’s get loud."

The doors simultaneously flew open with a bang as your feet made contact with the heavy oak. A series of shouts, muzzle flashes, and expertly placed cuts later, your first task was complete.

Nonchalantly stepping over the bodies littering the floor, you asked, "So what inspired you to leave the glorious Cunt Incapacitators Anonymous?" You snapped a picture of your recently departed target for your employers’ confirmation, thumbs flying across the screen to encrypt the image.

Six quirked an eyebrow at you, the corner of his mouth imperceptibly matching its angle in amusement. "You’ve gotta workshop that one, kid."

"You understood what I meant so it’s not that bad," you rolled your eyes. "And don’t dodge the question."

"Palm trees," he answered simply, rifling through paperwork scattered across the desk before you.

You huffed in annoyance at his measured response. "Seriously? Clearly you haven’t retired."

"What is this, Y/L/N, twenty questions?" The rebuke was enough to have your mouth sheepishly snapping shut. "I’ll check his body while you scan the furniture."

"Hey," you grabbed his wrist as he reached for the breast pocket of the target’s suit, the juxtaposition of the rough fabric of his glove and his surprisingly soft skin sending a jolt of electricity through your body, "don’t forget this is my op. You’re the self-proclaimed cavalry."

He stepped away from the body with his arms out in front of him, "We’ll switch then, Your Highness."

You offered a satisfied nod before beginning your thorough search, unfurling pockets, checking for custom made hiding spots, patting down to feel for items tucked away from plain sight and prying eyes.

"Unremarkable on my end," you called out. "Got a fancy pen that’s probably worth more than I have in savings, some mints, and a family picture," you dumped the items on the desk in front of you as you listed them.

"Didn’t peg him for the sentimental type," Six shrugged, popping up from his evidently uneventful search of the drawers. "No false bottoms here, either. Where next, my liege?"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," your eyes rolled on instinct to join your biting comeback, missing the way his jaw ticked in response to your bratty display. Following the deceased’s line of sight to a painting on the wall opposite his desk, a catlike grin spread across your face as you stalked towards the art. "Only one painting in this big ass room? Rookie mistake." You turned back to Six and dramatically swiped at the frame behind you. "Is there a safe? There’s a safe, isn’t there?"

The sliver of moonlight streaming through the window offered you a glimpse of what you presumed to be a visage of respect.

"Don’t be too impressed, I do have three years of this under my belt," you teased, attaching a device to the electronic lock that offered hassle free entry.

"Three years? You’re like, twelve."

"I know you’ve read my dossier," you retorted as you triumphantly pulled the drive from the safe and placed it in a special containment setup with a faraday cage, "and I know you know I’m twenty-five."

"That’s quite the talent, managing to make me feel old in a mere four syllables."

You turned to answer him and felt your breath catch in your throat as you looked up to find his sharp gaze trained on you. With the small bit of light the moon was offering, you could see now that he had several fresh cuts and scrapes dotting his cheeks and chin, a deeper gash on his forehead. Had he come straight from another op to help you? Swoon. Physically shaking your head to keep that train of thought at the station, you let the playful lilt return to your voice, coming off much more grounded than you felt at present. "Well it’s nice to see you can still move, old timer."

You both turned to the floor-to-ceiling windows of your target’s study at the sound of approaching sirens interrupting your banter, faint blue lights dancing across the floor. "I’m guessing getting arrested by the Czech police isn’t covered in your exfil, Y/L/N."

"How astute of you, Six," you snorted, moving to the adjacent bookcase and running your fingers along its shelving for a hidden latch. "Come to think of it, should I still call you that?"

"You get us out of here without the Hansen special of blowing up half the city, you can call me anything you like."

Smiling triumphantly, you tugged on the bookcase and revealed a hidden hallway. "Anything?"

Your eyes widened as a glint of metal whistled past your face into the dark hallway behind you, just shy of the apple of your cheek. Turning, you found your knife- when had he taken it from the strap on your thigh?- embedded in the forehead of the last guard standing whose hands were still raised in a width that you suspected matched that of your neck. "Nearly gave me a haircut there," you joked, bending down to wrench your blade out before returning it to its rightful sheath on your dominant leg.

"Nah," he gently tugged at a strand framing your face, "it’s nice at this length."

A faint blush dusted your cheeks at the unexpected compliment and you were suddenly very grateful that Six had cut the power earlier.

You cleared your throat and stepped into the cramped tunnel, "So revisiting this whole ‘Anything’ concept before we were so rudely interrupted…"

He shrugged easily in response, following you into the dark space before swinging the fake door closed behind you, the inky black darkness swallowing you both immediately and blocking out the heavy footfalls infiltrating the mansion. "What can I say," his smooth voice oozed over your skin like warm honey, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine, "I like a bit of adventure in my life. Don’t you?"

"Six," his pseudonym tumbled from your lips in a whisper. You couldn’t see a thing in the pitch black tunnel, but your every sense was heightened to his presence. His smell. His stature. The power radiating off of him that had the air positively crackling with charged energy, a current flowing between your bodies just daring one of you to act on it.

So you did.

Down there in the dark, the full force of the Czech police mere feet away from you cordoning off the crime scene, you kissed the Sierra Six like you were drowning in an endless ocean and he was beckoning you up to the surface, up to the light. Your hands snaked their way into his blonde locks as his fingers pressed into your hips, backing you up, deftly stepping over the guard’s limbs until you crashed against the crude tunnel wall, his mouth greedily swallowing down your moans.

Feeling dizzy from the lack of oxygen and his heady kiss, you reluctantly pulled back to suck some air into your lungs. His forehead pressed against yours, warm breath fanning over your face, arms protectively locked around you. "Can we- Should we- ugh," you groaned softly at your own hesitation. Your body count was more along the lines of murder than sex, and a sudden bout of nerves trapped the words in your mouth until you felt gentle pressure against your hips, spurring you on. "Can we spend the night somewhere, pretend to be normal people for once?"

"Like we didn’t just commit multiple counts of homicide?"

You merely grunted in response, taking his remark to be a rebuff of your offer.

"Hey," he laughed softly, gently removing your dominant hand from his hair and shaking it in his own. "I’m Court." His voice had a harshness to it as he said his name- his real name- aloud for quite possibly the first time in years.

You pressed your lips back against his, your mouths curving upward in twin smiles. Barely pulling away from him, you offered in kind, "Y/N."

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You leaned leisurely against the doorway of the small hotel bathroom, arms crossed as you drank in the sight of Six-no, Court- shirtless, scrubbing the blood of the day from his palms and underneath his fingernails. You could think of no better word to describe him than beautiful, his blonde locks catching the light just so, his big, broad, purely masculine shoulders tensed with the weight of the day, the muscles in his arms rippling with the repetitive movements, the artwork adorning his upper body, the light smattering of hair along his abs that teased you with the promise of more beauty to unearth just below. He was a brute, an expert killing machine, a wall of pure muscle, yet goosebumps erupted over your skin at the memory of his gentle hands caressing your curves in the darkness during your hidden tryst.

His gaze met yours through the mirror and heat bloomed across your cheeks knowing that you had been caught blatantly ogling his body. But then his eyes scanned from head to toe and back again, systematically assessing your figure, clad in only shorts and a sports bra after your post-mission shower, in the dim hotel light. His lips, still a shade darker than their normal tint from your earlier assault, quirked upwards in a smile- you were even now.

You watched as he plucked his previously discarded shirt from the countertop and ran it under the faucet before wringing it out and bringing it to his face to address his most recent wounds. Pushing yourself off the doorframe, you ran your fingers along the mottled pink flesh on his shoulder, following in their wake with butterfly kisses. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you reached into the shelf beneath the sink and pulled out a fresh towel. His eyes tracked your every move as you draped the fabric over his hand and instructed, "Use this like a civilized human being."

"What part of this," his eyes flitted down to his body decorated with scars and a rainbow of bruises, "says civilized?"

You merely chuckled in response, relenting and tossing the towel aside before hopping up to perch on the sink counter. You slipped his black tee from between his fingers and delicately touched the cloth to the inch-long gash on his forehead as he smiled down at you, amused. "What?" you mumbled, tongue peeking out between your lips as you concentrated intently on cleaning the wound without applying too much pressure.

"I can’t remember the last time someone took care of me like this." His voice was low, almost haunted, and you found yourself wondering which tragic backstory the CIA had plucked him from. Collecting kids from broken homes or prison seemed to be their preferred modus operandi.

"When’s the last time you let them?" you challenged softly, daring to sneak a peek at his stormy grey-blue eyes and finding them already trained on you.

His nimble fingers, roughened by callouses from years of grueling combat, gently wrapped around your wrist, dwarfing your hand in his. He moved your arm from its spot between the two of you, then released your wrist and let his thumb come up to rub over your bottom lip as you splayed your hands across the taut muscles of his back, closing your eyes and trying to memorize the hard planes of his body.

"Court," you breathed out, feeling a shiver run down his spine at the sound of his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Not Six, not Agent, not You’ll Kill Who I Tell You To Kill Because That’s All You’re Good For, but Court. No one had ever said his name like that before.

Your nails gently scraped down the stubble dotting his cheeks and his eyes flew open. "You still with me?"

He nodded almost imperceptibly before surging forward to capture your lips in a heated kiss, his teeth tugging harshly along your bottom lip and eliciting a wanton moan from the very depths of your soul. For the second time that night, your arms wound around his neck to pull him closer to your body, fisting your hands in his hair as you shamelessly rutted against his quickly hardening length. His hands slipped under the curves of your ass, lifting you off the countertop and massaging your flesh through the thin fabric of your shorts as he walked you to the bed before gently laying you across the mattress. He stood at the edge of the bed, his glistening chest rising and falling as he watched your mirrored breaths almost reverently. You beckoned him down to you and he kneeled in the space between your legs, ever so slowly lowering his head to press kisses along your stomach. Gradually moving upward, he paused at your sports bra, tucking his fingers into the elastic band. "Can I-"

"Please," you cut him off with a whine, desperate to feel the roughness of his beard against your sensitive skin. The fabric was up and over your head within seconds, his mouth working on one breast while his hand massaged the other before the soft thud could even alert you that your clothing had landed on the other side of the room. The feeling of his lips and teeth and tongue and beard was absolutely sinful, causing you to involuntarily arch up into him and gasp at the size of him.

"Now I see why you’re so casual with big guns," you mused with a grin, your comment causing him to pause in his ministrations and smirk up at you.

"You handle them pretty well yourself," he countered, thumb lazily brushing over your nipple.

"Yeah but," you pushed at his shoulders until he fell onto his back beside you, offering you leverage above him, "I like my knife," you flicked open the button of his pants, "because it offers," you pulled the zipper down, slipping your hand inside to stroke his cock, "close contact."

"Fuck," he hissed out between gritted teeth, the single syllable causing liquid heat to pool between your thighs. You slid back off the bed and tugged his pants and boxers down with you, sitting up on your knees to press kisses against his thighs. Leaning up on his elbows, he drew his bottom lip between his teeth and shook his head. "You don’t have to-"

With a quick swipe of your tongue, you stole the words from his mouth. "Consider it a thank you," you muttered between kisses along his length before taking him fully in your mouth.

The strangled groan that left his lips was raw and guttural and quite possibly the most incredible sound you had ever heard. You wanted to hear it over and over again, so you hollowed your cheeks and took him even deeper until the tip of his cock was pressing against the back of your throat. He growled out your name as you eased back up, gentle and torturous, heaven and hell. You gradually worked your way up to a steady pace, one hand coming up to stroke the base of his cock, the other scratching lines into his thighs as he shivered under your touch. You could easily overpower a man twice your weight and a foot taller than your small stature, but nothing would ever make you feel as powerful as reducing this archetype of masculinity to putty in your hands.

You felt his fingers work their way into your hair, gently tugging you off of his cock. You sat back with a whine and he simply winked in response, moving to switch spots with you. He slid your shorts and panties off your legs before gently taking one foot in his hands to kiss your ankle, his beard deliciously scraping against your skin as he worked his way up your calf until your knee was hooked over his shoulder. You arched your hips upward, hoping to entice him to put his mouth where you so desperately needed his attention, but he placed one firm hand against your stomach, holding you down, taking his own sweet time working his way towards your core, your eyes fluttering shut at the onslaught of sensation.

"Y/N," he growled softly, deep voice bringing you out of your reverie. You picked your head up to find his gaze locked on yours, the sight of his lust blown pupils and reddened lips causing your breath to come out in sharp pants. "Eyes on me."

Your mouth fell open emitting a high pitched keen at the command seconds before his tongue slipped past your folds, forcing you to bite your lip to stay alert and obey him. "Fuck, Court," you moaned unabashedly, fisting your hand in his hair and trying to bring him impossibly closer.

"That’s my good girl," he praised softly as his fingers replaced his tongue and his lips moved to suck on your clit, the heady combination of his words and the way he was expertly working your body causing you to clench around him. The pads of his fingers gently massaged your walls as his tongue swirled around your sensitive bundle of nerves, your fingers sharply tugging at his short strands of hair in response to his assault of your senses. You called out his name in a whine as the familiar promise of ecstasy bloomed in your lower stomach, your legs beginning to shake with the pressure of trying to hold back your impending orgasm.

"Stop fighting it," he mumbled against your clit, the rumbling vibration of his voice sending a jolt of electricity up your spine. "You’re safe with me, you can let go." A single tear trickled out of the corner of your eye at the intensity of it all and the force of his words; you couldn’t remember the last time you had let your body relax, let your muscles unwind, let yourself simply feel.

You released a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, and Court allowed his thumb to take over for his mouth so he could kiss you freely. Maintaining a steady pace with his fingers as his thumb languidly circled your button, he brought his other hand up to grip your chin, swallowing down your moans as you scraped your nails along his back and finally gave yourself permission to let go.

Stars exploded behind your eyes and you pulled back to catch your breath as Court gradually slowed his movements, drawing out your orgasm. Cupping his cheeks between your hands, you pulled him down so you could trail your teeth up his throat and along his jaw, ending with a searing kiss.

Letting your leg slide off his shoulder, you patted the space next to you to indicate he should lie down. The head of his cock brushed against your still sensitive pussy as he shifted his weight back and you whimpered at the contact. Unwilling to wait any longer, you straddled his lap and ground your hips down against his as soon as he was settled, his thick cock easily sliding through your slick folds. "Y/N," he gritted out, curling his fingers around your throat and squeezing ever so lightly causing your eyelids to flutter shut, "don’t tease."

You lifted your hips just enough to guide the head of his cock to your entrance, then lowered yourself inch by inch, allowing your body to adjust to his size. Your head fell back, mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut at the exquisite stretch, just on the border between pain and pleasure. You rested your palms against Court’s pecs, grounding yourself in reality and feeling his hands come up to cover your own. He squeezed your hands gently and you opened your eyes to find his locked on yours, his cheeks flushed, lips parted letting out soft pants of air. Beautiful.

The blush decorating his cheeks darkened and he mumbled, “You think so?”

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled in response, the vibration rumbling from his chest through his body to where you were intimately connected, forcing you to suck in a sharp breath at the sensation.

You leaned down to kiss each of his tattoos, then his burn marks, then his scars, and finally his lips as you lifted your hips before dropping back down, slipping your tongue into his mouth as he moaned.

His lips curved upward in a smile at your little power play which ended as soon as his fingers worked their way around your throat once more. He swallowed your high pitched whine as he won the battle for dominance, mapping out the sensitive areas of your mouth as he planted his feet on the bed and rocked his hips up against you. His grunts and your mewling blanketed the sound of skin slapping skin as you met him beat for beat, his heart steadily thrumming under your fingertips as you clawed at his chest.

His pace became almost brutal as he fucked up into you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. For once, you welcomed the bruises that you would no doubt wake up to tomorrow.

"Court," you panted, feeling him twitch inside you and sensing that he was close, "I want you to cum inside me."

"Y/N-" he began protesting, ever the gentleman despite the way he was absolutely ravaging your body.

"Please," your voice caught as his head brushed against your cervix, stealing the very breath from your lungs. "Remind me that we’re still human, that we still have feelings," you begged, leaning down to mark his neck so that he, too, would have a reminder of you in the days to come.

Your teeth grazed against his pulse point, causing his hips to stutter and pushing him over the edge as he called out your name, his hand splaying across your belly so that his thumb could rub your clit and send you hurtling into oblivion right behind him.

You kept your hips moving as you kissed him again, neither of you wanting or willing to move.

He brushed your hair back from your sweaty forehead, smiling at you as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck. "Was that enough feeling or do you need more? Cause we’ve got all night."

You snorted out a laugh against his skin, his fingers trailing along your spine and his warm chuckle like a blanket on a cold winter’s night.

Not one to back down from banter you countered, "Give me some more feeling and I’ll make a shirt- I survived sex with Sierra Six!"

"Smartass."

"I win," you hummed contentedly, running your nails along his beard as you pressed gentle kisses to his jaw.

Your phone buzzed nearby followed by a string of incessant notifications on his own device, effectively breaking your spell. With his lips against your forehead he mumbled sadly, "Duty calls."

You checked your new assignments and dressed in silence, the two of you slinging your go bags over your shoulders before walking to the door. He stopped with his fingers on the handle, catching you by surprise with one last sweet kiss. You let your thumb trace along his lips, committing them to memory before you both crossed the threshold of your sanctuary, returning to the real world.

After parting ways at the end of the hall, you abruptly turned on your heel and called out, "Court?"

He looked over his shoulder at the sound of your voice, eyebrow raised in question.

"What if I need my cavalry again?"

His eyes lit up and his mouth morphed into a familiar smirk. "I’ll find you."

"I could be halfway across the world tomorrow, how will you even know where to look?"

"Trust me, I’ll find you."

Satisfied with his response, you indulged in a smile. "Be careful out there, old timer."

He winked at you in return. "Make sure to watch your Six."

#sierra six #sierra six smut #sierra six x reader #sierra six x y/n #sierra six x you #court gentry #courtland gentry #court gentry x reader #court gentry x y/n #court gentry x you #courtland gentry x reader #courtland gentry x y/n #the gray man #court gentry smut #court gentry x female reader #Sierra six x female reader #assassin!reader #agent!reader

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lveclouds · 10 months

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↬ paring/characters: model! kwon soonyoung x biology major reader, other members may be mentioned/make appearances

↬ genre/aus: heavy fluff, minimal angst (like seriously you’ll blink and then it’s gone), slight college/university au, established relationship, song au, non idol au, long distance relationship

↬ summary: in which, whenever you’re with soonyoung, time seems to stop in its tracks.

↬ ratings(s): pg15, nc17 (see warnings)

↬ tw: heavy swearing, mentions of alcohol/mild consumption (reader and hoshi get a bit tipsy), mentions of school related stress (very brief), the members are quite literally reader’s support system in this fic <3, mentions/description of a past relationship/ex, mentions of cheating (not between hoshi and reader)

↬ wc: 3k

↬ note: hello loves! so, like a lot of my fics lately, the idea for it was yet another spur of the moment thing. the title of this fic comes from the song ‘7pm’ by bss (ft. peder elias), which is such a cute and soft song and it honestly makes my heart warm anytime i listen to it <3 its an instant serotonin booster. this song is also perfect for a late night drive or when the sun is starting to set. i highly recommend listening to this song while reading this :) also this fic is incredibiy cheesy/clichè, you’ve been warned <3

if anyone had told you that college was going to be easy, you would’ve laughed in their face. no, college was anything but easy, with an overwhelming amount of assignments, emails, and deadlines, it was enough for any person to go insane. though, you supposed it wasn’t all too bad, as you had a solid support system in the form of kwon soonyoung, your boyfriend of three years.

and, when he wasn’t around, your support system came in the form of twelve loud and chaotic guys that you adored dearly. you’d met choi seungcheol, kim mingyu, vernon, joshua, jun, minghao, seungkwan, dokyeom, woozi, wonwoo, chan, and, jeonghan during freshman orientation, and had it hit off fairly quickly with them, bonding over your favorite movies and music.

they were also fiercely protective of you, especially after some asshole you’d dated your sophomore year had cheated on you with some random girl he’d run into at a bar. they had all been beyond pissed when you’d showed up to their apartment, eyes red-rimmed from crying and tears staining your cheeks.

“give me that asshole’s address right now, so i can beat the shit out of him.” seungcheol had raged, pacing around their living room, the vein on his neck prominent. mingyu was not much better, mumbling expletives under his breath, jaw clenched so tightly you’d thought it hurt. seungkwan, minghao, and jun offered to slash his tires. “we would love to see the look on his face when he finds out that the tires of that shitty car he drives got slashed.”

the others had voiced their agreement, threatening to make your ex’s life a living hell due to the way he had treated you. as much as you were happy that your friends really,truly, cared about you, you wouldn’t be able to stomach it if they got hurt or injured for your sake.

“i appreciate it, guys, i really do, but i would never be able to forgive myself if any of you idiots got arrested or hurt because of me. besides, that asshole can rot in hell for all i care.” after that, they had all given you the best group hug ever, and all thoughts of your pathetic ex vanished.

soonyoung was an up and coming model, and was usually out of the country for weeks at a time, months, even. he was always traveling for a photoshoot or to attend a fashion show. but, on the rare times that he was home, he would always make sure to spend all of his time with you. “i’m almost never here, and being away from you physically hurts, so, on the off chance that i am home, i have to make every moment count.” he had said during a late night trip to the convenience store.

of course, you always missed sooyoung whenever he wasn’t around, but college and your friends kept you busy and distracted. for instance, wonwoo would take you to a local bookstore and you would bond over a love of classics and romance novels, spending hours upon hours browsing their selection. seungkwan, chan, and jeonghan would treat you to korean barbeque after a long day of classes, and, if you weren’t too exhausted, a karaoke session was never too far behind.

your friends were always there to comfort and distract you whenever soonyoung was gone, and for that, you were forever grateful. wallowing and sulking around in your dorm room was something that your boyfriend would highly disapprove of. thus, you tried to always go out and keep yourself occupied, even if it was something as simple as buying groceries.

this time, though, soonyoung was finally home for more than a few weeks, and you were over the moon. college became even more bearable, knowing that he wasn’t in some foreign country, a million miles away. your classes ran until late in the evening at times, and you would always tell soonyoung not to wait up for you if he was tired, but he always did.

this evening had been no exception. your lab class had ran late yet again, and by the time you stumbled tiredly out of the science building, you were about ready to collapse. soonyoung had been waiting for you outside, resplendent even in a loose, white button down thrown over a black shirt, loose, light blue jeans, and black sneakers, raven hair adorably mussed.

“hi love!” he had said in lieu of greeting, amber eyes practically lighting up. immediately, any exhaustation you had melted away, replaced with renewed energy. soonyoung had that effect on you, you supposed. “hi.” you murmured softly, heart warming as he took you into his arms, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you flush against his body.

you had all but melted into the warmth and solidness of him, breathing in his cedar and musk scent that was almost comforting. you felt him press a soft kiss into your hair, and you let out a sigh of content, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. “long day?” you nodded. “mmm, my lab class ran late again.”

“i know you’re exhausted, and the last thing you probably want to do is to be out right now, but i was thinking we could go for a walk along the han river? we don’t have to if you you’re not up for it, just say the word and we’ll go to your dorm, no questions asked.” your heart warmed at this, soonyoung always took your feelings into consideration, which was something your past partner had never done.

you shook your head. “i was exhausted at first, but honestly, the last thing i want to do is go back to my dorm.” soonyoung pulled back, but kept his arms around you, concern furrowing his brow. “are you sure?” he asked gently. “i’m sure. besides, a late night walk with you sounds romantic.” at that, your boyfriend rolled his eyes fondly. “of course it does.”

and so here you were, walking hand in hand with soonyoung, admiring how the moonlight cast silver shadows onto the smooth surface of the han river, letting the cool night breeze wash over you. it was peaceful and serene, even with the faint rumbles of car engines and light chatter filling the air.

the streelamps cast golden shadows onto the smooth, concrete surface of the bridge you were walking on, adding even more to the tranquil atmosphere. a comfortable silence settled around you, and any feelings of stress or exhaustation you had had earlier completely vanished. they always seemed to, at least, whenever you were with soonyoung.

“how have you been?” he asked after a while, the pad of his thumb making gentle circles on the back of your hand. “i’m doing okay, jeonghan and the others have been keeping me company when i’m not drowning in my coursework.” you joked, and immediately regretted it upon seeing the frown marring your boyfriend’s features. “i’m fine, love, i promise.” you reassured him, leaning up to press a soft kiss on his cheek, which lessened the tension in his shoulders a bit. “are you eating enough? are you taking care of yourself while i’m gone?”

your heart ached at how worried he sounded. “i am, i promise, love. mingyu made me three weeks worth of food yesterday and dropped it off, insisting that he would never let a friend of his starve.” at that, soonyoung’s expression softened, the corner of his mouth curved into a small smile. “sounds like him.”

“are you sure you’re okay, though?” you nodded. “positive.” sooyoung exhaled softly, the sound more resigned than anything. “ok, i trust you, but you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” “i know.” your boyfriend smiled, a real one this time, eyes crinkling at the corners. “good.”

as you continued your walk, soonyoung chatted excitedly about the various cities he’d visited while modeling, even pulling out his phone at times to show you pictures of gorgeous landscapes and architecture, amber eyes lighting up like a kid at a candy store, the sight incredibly endearing.

the late evening air was cool and crisp, a gentle gust of wind whispering through the trees and lifting your hair, brushing at your cheeks. these were the moments with soonyoung that you treasured the most, when it was just you and him, and you could forget about all the stress and worries in your life.

and, as clichè as it was, time seemed to stand still whenever you were with soonyoung, and you could just focus on being with him, and nothing else mattered. “seungcheol hyung’s been telling me that one of your professors is giving you a hard time.” soonyoung was saying, snapping you out of your trance.

you silently vowed to strangle your friend later for snitching. “he is, but it’s nothing i can’t handle.” the professor in question taught your biochem class, and was notorious for slamming his students with tight deadlines and hashed terrible grades out as if they were playing cards. your boyfriend chuckled softly, squeezing your hand gently.

“ok, as long as you’re sure you don’t need me to beat his ass.” you snorted, nudging your boyfriend’s ribs gently with your elbow. “soonyoung, i love you, but you don’t have a violent bone in your body.” said male huffed. “i do.” “ok, ok, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

he gave you a half-hearted glare, and you couldn’t help the amused laugh that spilled from your lips. “i appreciate you wanting to defend me, love, but we all know you wouldn’t hurt a fly.” “whatever.” he mumbled, bottom lip jutting out slightly in a pout, and you giggled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss onto his cheek. “it’s okay, i still love you regardless.” color rose to your boyfriend’s cheeks, staining them pink, and you fought the urge to coo at the sight.

you and soonyoung made your way down the bridge, occasionally stopping to steal kisses and take photos, laughing at the goofy faces you made in some of them. you felt lighter than you had in weeks, glad to finally be able to let all your worries melt away, and just enjoy your boyfriend’s company.

after a while, you finally admitted to your boyfriend that you were a bit hungry, as you hadn’t eaten since your lab started, which, as you expected, didn’t go over too well with him. “love, why didn’t you say anything earlier?” he asked, worry evident in his tone as he dragged you over to the nearest convenience store.

“i-i didn’t want to bother you.” you mumbled, feeling tears prick the corner of your eyes. you hated making him worry and fuss over you, as it immediately made you feel guilty. suddenly, soonyoung stopped in his tracks, and before you could say anything else, you were wrapped in a warm and strong embrace, arms wrapping around your shoulders in a bear hug.

you curled your arms around soonyoung’s back, pressing your hands into his shoulder blades, breathing in his familiar cedar and musk scent. soonyoung drew soothing circles on your back, and you felt him tuck your head underneath his chin. and, after weeks and weeks of bottling up your emotions, you finally let go, sobbing into the crook of soonyoung’s neck, clinging on to him like a lifeline.

“i’m sorry,” you croaked, voice hoarse from crying, hastily wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. “i didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” your boyfriend scoffed, pulling back to look you in the eyes, but keeping his hands on your shoulders, his grip gentle but firm. “don’t apologize, love. and you didn’t ruin anything. i would rather you be honest with me than keep everything to yourself. you’re never a burden to me, love. ever.”

god, you really didn’t deserve this wonderful, selfless, and caring man, not for one second. you let out a hoarse laugh, heart warming as your boyfriend wiped away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb, amber eyes soft. “i don’t deserve you.” you whispered, and soonyoung shook his head. “it’s the other way around, love.”

“can we please go get food now? i’m starving.” he laughed, the light in his eyes returning. “of course, love.” minutes later, you sat on a park bench alongside your boyfriend, practically inhaling a bowl of delicious, spicy ramen, vegetable kimbap, and downing a can of your favorite beer. the skyscrapers looked like tiny, glittering beacons of light from where you sat, casting shadows onto the tranquil surface of the river.

“i’m glad we did this.” you said through a mouthful of kimbap, and soonyoung gave a noncommittal grunt in agreement, downing the rest of his beer, cheeks slightly flushed red. “thank you for letting me take you here, i didn’t want to force you, especially since you looked so drained from your lab today.”

“you didn’t force me at all. besides, this is a nice distraction from all of the coursework waiting for me.” you murmured, finishing off the rest of your kimbap, wiping your mouth with a napkin. “oh,” soonyoung said, worry marring his features, “did you have something due tonight?” you shook your head, giving your boyfriend what you hoped was a reassuring smile. “no, don’t worry, the assignment’s due tomorrow. so, it can wait.”

soonyoung’s shoulders relaxed a bit. “ok, good.” you let out a soft sigh of content, downing the rest of your beer and throwing it into the trash can next to you. then, you scooted closer to your boyfriend, who immediately wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you smiled, resting your head on his broad shoulder.

a comfortable silence settled over you, and you closed your eyes, a wave of peace washing over you. “going to close my eyes, just for a few minutes.” you mumbled, speech slurring a bit, and were vaguely aware of a pair of lips on your forehead before sleep took over.

when you woke up, you were in a large, cozy bed, wrapped up in the warm, white sheets. the moonlight streamed in through the massive windows, bathing the room in silver. soonyoung was passed out next to you, chest rising up and down peacefully, dark hair adorably mussed, an arm wrapped securely around your waist.

you smiled, and shifted so you were facing him, reaching out and brushing stray strands of hair from his forehead, causing him to stir a bit, eyes blinking open slowly. “love?” he whispered, voice heavy with sleep, and you leaned in to press a soft kiss to his mouth. “did i wake you?”

soonyoung shook his head, and you smiled, snuggling deeper into him, burying your face in the soft cotton of his shirt, letting out a content sigh. “you know, i’ve never actually said this, but, time seems to stop whenever i’m with you.” you mumbled into his shirt, glad for the darkness of the room so he couldn’t see the blush forming on your face.

soonyoung chuckled, carding a hand through your hair gently. “you’re so cute, so adorable.” he cooed, and you swatted at his chest playfully. “s-shut up.” “forget what i said.” “no can do love, once it’s out in the world, you can’t take it back. “if you tell mingyu or any of my friends about this, i will skin you alive.” “noted.”

“c-can you sing me to sleep? i know that’s really cheesy, but-” “of course love, anything.” soonyoung said immediately, cutting you off abruptly. “any particular one in mind?” “no, surprise me.” you all but melted in your boyfriend’s arms, relishing in the warmth and familiarity of him, his comforting scent wrapping around you.

a beat of silence, a deep breath, and then soonyoung began to sing. “meet on han river at 7pm, you and i must meet before the moon comes, our answer is right in front of our eyes. After a long, long, day, the two of us meet. one drink for a day tired of jokes, the night comes too soon. stop the time, be here with me.” his voice was soft yet melodic, and you allowed yourself a content smile before drifting off, letting your boyfriend’s soothing voice lull you to sleep.

a/n: god im so lonely :’) anyways yeah that was the cheesiest shit i’ve ever written, i hope you guys liked it lmao <3 i just felt like writing something soft and cute you know :(( like yeah where can i get a hoshi pls and thank you <3 but in all seriousness, though, i hope this fic brings you some sort of comfort and makes you smile! this was also my first hoshi fic :)

tagging: @skyjoong , @playmetheclassics, @hong-jisoo , @taeyo95 , @shuadotcom + anyone else who wants to read this <3 !

#mine #seventeen fluff #kwon soonyoung x reader #hoshi x reader #fic: 7pm

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wildechild3 · 6 months

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Modern Maurice AU

Part 4: The Kiddos!

(Re-posted because someone decided to leave a rude comment on the first one. Please keep in mind, this is for fun. It's fanfiction. It's literally not a big deal.)

This part is background information about Maurice and Alec as parents. Like I said in part 1, none of this is spoilers for the fic I want to write. Also, feel free to share your own thoughts and opinions, these are just my headcanons!

The Kiddos:

Early on into dating, Maurice mused to Alec about being a father. But he only spoke about it in a hypothetical way. It was only the one conversation, and he didn't think Alec was really listening anyway. (Alec was. That's the biggest difference between Clive and Alec, he listens.)

After they got married, they took a short vacation to the countryside and found they liked it a lot more there than in the hustle bustle of the city. Maurice is already working from home at this point (I'm thinking this is late 2020-2021) and Alec's construction company had an opening closer to the small country town they were interested in moving to. They decided to take the chance, and found being closer to nature and out of the city was much better for their mental health (especially Maurice's, who's in therapy by this point).

They've lived in this country town for about a year when Alec gently broaches the subject. He brings up the conversation they had early in their relationship (to which Maurice replies, "You remember that!?"). He ends by saying he never saw himself as a father, but now that him and Maurice are settled and happy, he couldn't imagine doing it with anyone else.

Maurice is thrown off and doesn't give solid answer at first - which Alec is confused by but respects and gives the topic space. Maurice isn't against the idea, in fact he very excited by it. He just never thought he'd get this far - and he sits Alec down to tell him as such. He talks about how deep his depression was and his suicidal ideation - both of which convinced him that he'd never live long enough to see thirty. Yet here he was. Freshly thirty and the happiest he'd ever been. He ends by telling Alec that he'd love to be a father with him - but is scared of being too 'muddled' to be any good at it.

Alec responds by assuring him that he doesn't have to be perfect. That he wouldn't be alone. That he and Maurice would be a team. He tells Maurice that they can take their time and suggests they start small and work up to actually doing it.

So they do. First, they talk about which rooms in their little house would be a good spot for a nursery/child's room. Then they talk about how'd they fix it up. (Alec comes home to Maurice painting his once beige office a pale yellow.) Then they talk about where they would go to school (and Alec pretends to not see Maurice looking through reviews of local schools on his phone while they watch a movie.) They talk about how they would raise a child, which leads to a conversation about their own childhoods (both agree to never use spanking as a punishment.) Finally, Maurice brings up the subject on Halloween night after a little boy dressed as a cowboy comes to their door with his two fathers.

They decide to go the adoption route and after almost a year working through the process, they adopt a four year old boy - Archie - and his 6 month old sister - Winifred ("Winnie"). They agree to an open adoption, and by 2022, they become their legal guardians.

*Just a quick note about the names: I know they're older sounding names. I chose them based off of the 1913 UK census of the most popular names to help blend them into the story. I just felt like it would be weird to have classic names like Maurice and Alec paired with Brandon and Mckeighlynn.*

Both of them go on paternity leave to help the kids get settled into their home and to help Archie get ready to go to school. It's the wildest, weirdest, and best two weeks of their lives.

Alec is so sad when he has to start going back to work, but the first time he comes home and sees Maurice and Archie making dinner together- it's all worth it.

They get in the habit of taking the kids to the park after dinner. Sometimes Maurice will hang back if there's something he didn't get done for work during the day, which happens more often than Maurice would like.

On the weekends, they go to the bigger park near the center of town. It's usually a 20 minute walk and they'll pack a lunch since they're usually there all day.

Final details: Alec is insanely good at clamoring around the play-sets. Maurice jokes that it's because he's the shorter one, but Alec is a pro at running around these structures built for people far shorter than him. Maurice usually hangs out with Winnie at the swings. He's the best at giving those big dad-pushes that'll make you feel like you're flying.

And that's the world building I've sketched out for the AU! Like I said, feel free to correct me on my American-isms or add suggestions.

(Also, I'm trying to be very respectful of adoption. I don't know how different it is in the UK, but in the US it's a very complicated thing to say the least. If you're an adoptee and I said something ignorant please let me know so I can fix it.)

#maurice 1987 #maurice 1914 #maurice hall #alec scudder #maurice

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augustrambles · 1 year

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DAY 1 KENNY MCCORMICK, general hc alphabet.

A. Admitting feelings.

he'd admit his feelings willingly, he defintely confessed first. he would make it a very special event however, he'd bring flowers and he'd bake a sweet you like just for you, show up at your house as he tells what you mean to him.

B. Bad Habit.

having a lot of physical attraction towards people, he loves you so much, he'd never love someone else like he loves you, but he does compliment others a lot, not just to be nice but because he finds people attractive. he thinks you dont really like that about him

C. Commitment.

he wouldn't expect to get married, have kids and all that, but if it does get to that point he's happily doing what he should to mantain the relationship. he loves you a lot, and he wouldn't leave you for anyone!

D. Damage.

its not actual serious damage, but since he's been with people whos used him just for sex, he'd find it weird if you arent over him 24/7 asking to be laid, he doesnt really mind though

E. Energy

he isnt energetic, but isnt inactive either, he does go to parties frequently however, but he always invites you! if you dont want to go, its a big chance he wont either. theres always a special occasion however where he does go with you, he texts you every hour though

F. First date

for a first date, he'd want it to be very romantic and all, maybe a movie date or dinner at a fancy restaurant (which you'd pay for) or just sitting at a grass filled garden, picking flowers and cuddling with him, whatever you'd like the most

G. Get away

he LOVES vacations, will go anywhere, out of the country or just a hotel near the state. if its with you, he'd even go to the moon so

H. Hygiene

he'd like to have better hygiene but due to the cough financial situation, he usually showers or brushes his teeth at your house, your parents are happy with it of course

I. Initiative

hes VERY initiative, always starts things, and barely gives you a chance to recommend going somewhere or do something.

J. Jealous

doesnt get jealous quite often to be honest, if anything you would get jealous of random girls trying to ask him out. but will not hesitate to beat ass for you

K. Kiss

he loves kissing you<3 he gives you kisses all the time especially during cuddle sessions. his kisses are either passionate or quick goodbye kisses.

L. Love

he's quick to say i love you, he'd go up to you when you arrive to the bus stop, even if you have one day of dating, and go 'goodmorning [name]! i love you" same with goodbyes, hes so sweet

M. Maintenance

while he doesnt use skincare products, boy this man LOVES to take care of himself, he loves to be treated like a princess and just lay on your bed with a facemask and cucumbers on his eyes. does not care if anyone makes fun of him

this made me want to play royale high i dont know why

N. NOPE

he doesnt have any turn offs really, just dont be a complete asshole and he'll like you

O. Opinion

doesnt get into much debates, but hes usually calm about it, unless its something about a celebrity or something, diss one of his faves he will go crazy

P. Pranks

he LOVES pranking, doesnt do it as often as he wants to, but theres something he loves about scaring the hell out of people

Q. Quirk

probably being very charming, he loves charming people so much! its like a hobby especially if theyre rich

R. Reliable

you can defs count on kenny! he'd do anything you want, cook? sure, wash the dishes? alright, take out the trash? he's used to it. hes like a little house wife

S. Scent

HE 100% WOULD USE COLOGNE. if its a gift from you, he would literally even use it to go to sleep, he luvs smelling good

T. Temper

not much of a temper actually, he gets mad when people talk shit about him or like when stan was crying because kyle was dying even though kenny dies everyday

U. Underwear

he doesnt wear undies.

V. Victory

lowkey a sore loser, he loves winning and he gets mad if people beat him, moves on quickly though

W. Wild Card

he has a birth mark on the back of his neck, it looks like a healed burn

X. XXX

probably suggests it indirectly on the first few dates, causing a giggle or two, and then when the relationship is establed already then he'll talk about it

Y. Yelling

doesnt yell unless hes mad, but would rather die than yell at you or his sister

Z. Zzz

sleeps a lot esp on school nights, but can and will pull an all nighter playing games with you or just texting eachother

#south park #south park x reader #south park x y/n #sp kenny #kenny south park #kenny sp #kenny x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny x y/n

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niuniente · 9 months

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@dannybagpipesarecalling Thank you for this tag, I literally saw it as a first thing in the morning when I woke up <3

Were you named after anyone? No, but my name was "stolen" from someone else lol. My grandmother has named me, and a few years ago, while digging through a family tree, I found a relative with an identical name to mine (same first, middle and last name). She's my grandmother's niece. Till this day, I don't know why my grandmother stole the name her brother had given to his own daughter, lol!

When was the last time you cried? I woke up crying maybe last month while having a silly but sad dream. I was really angry to someone in the dream and tried to yell at them but I could only wheeze. Nothing serious!

Do you have kids? I'm a childfree by choice.

Do you use sarcasm? Occasionally but only with certain people. But it has to be funny sarcasm, like black humour, not to belittle someone in their face.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their vibes, literally! I can read people like open books and I can't help to notice their vibes the first. There have been so many cases where a completely normal, polite, friendly person gives me "NO" vibes at the first look and then - sometimes years later - it's revealed to me that yeah, that person is definitely a BIG NO. Same the other way around, too! Oh and you can't fake the vibes. Not to me.

What’s your eye colour? Grey. A quite typical eye color in this country.

Scary movies or happy endings? I've never in my whole life seen a movie which would have been scary, so from these both, I'd like to see a horror movie, please.

Any special talents? I can tell a time without looking a clock, even if I had went to take a nap or just woken up. Every single hour (and half of an hour) has it's own unique feeling to it. I pick it up and know what the time is. Seasonal chances won't affect this. If I can't pick a time up then it's s sign that I'm stressed, tired or in a bad health. I've also got multiple forms of synesthesia.

Where were you born? East-Finland, North Europe

What are your hobbies? Drawing, collecting stickers and ice-cream flavors, watching or listening to paranormal documentaries and podcasts.

Have any pets? No, never had one and I think I might not even have one.

What sports do/have you played? I'm too sick to be sporty but I attended a little while to Japanese spear, Naginata, lessons. Sometimes, I do yin yoga at home. I walk everywhere since I don't have driver's license so it counts as an exercise.

How tall are you? 153cm / 5'0 (which is not accurate as 5'0 in centimeters is anything between 150cm - 153cm)

Favorite subject at school? Drama & improvisation

Dream job? I'd like to continue working with my art with my own phase with a great success and great income! I've gotten to work with podcasts recently and would enjoy that work, too.

Tagging ANYONE who wishes to do this, tell a bit about themselves, and whoever happens to come across with this. And I mean it - go crazy, have fun!

#tagged #me

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animatorweirdo · 9 days

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Midnight Blessings

You found yourself unable to sleep once again, but luckily, Nelle was there to offer comfort and give you something that would put an end to all the nightmares.

Warnings: nightmares, yelling, arguing, mentions of dying and getting killed, graphic description of getting shot, bleeding, flowers growing out of you, waking up, crying, nightmares, Nelle coming to comfort, angst, pining, you and Nelle having a soft moment.

Chapter 19

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It was dark again. You could not see or hear anything, neither were you able to move. You were yet again in that strange state of nothingness. Soon, lights began to flicker through the darkness, and muffled sounds reached your ears. You could not tell what they were saying, but you started to feel some kind of an invisible force pulling you down.

With a jolt, you found yourself standing in the living room of Camilla’s family home. You were holding your phone and you were dressed for something, something important. It took a buzz from your phone finally to remember what it was. It was your movie date with Jace.

“You’re dating this guy?!” Someone yelled, making you jump and face the person in front of you. It was Camilla, and she was looking at you with a very pissed-off expression.

“(Name)! I can’t believe you! You promised it was only for the prom!” she exclaimed.

“Don’t yell at me! One thing led to another and then it just happened!” you said back at her.

“Things don’t just happen! I know you have liked this guy since the first grade! You definitely took the chance when it was presented to you!” she said, pointing her finger accusingly at you.

“So, fucking what? And besides, we’re dating temporarily! It’s going to be over after the prom!” you yelled at her.

“Do you think I’m stupid enough to believe that?! You definitely planned on seeing him after the prom!” Camilla snapped at you.

“I’m not! He’s literally moving to the other side of the country!” you snapped back at her.

“What are you two yelling about? We could literally hear you from the other side of the house?!” Camilla’s mother demanded as she and her husband appeared in the living room.

“(Name) started dating a boy from our school even though I only promised she could go to the prom with him, and now she’s going on a movie date with him,” Camilla explained while pointing at you.

Camilla’s mother stared at you with shock and anger. “You are doing what?!” she raised her voice.

You clicked your tongue, looking at Camilla. “Do you have to ruin everything?! It’s not that big of a deal!” you said.

“(Name)! It is that big of a deal! It’s bad enough you convinced Camilla to keep your plans to go to a ridiculous school dance a secret, but now you are dating this boy!” Camilla’s mother said with anger laced in her tone. “Do you have any idea how many rules you have broken?!”

“It’s just one prom! And Jace doesn’t know anything! I can’t see why you would not allow me to have this at least once in my life!” you yelled, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“The beast, child! The beast is the reason. Why you can’t go!” she yelled back.

“I’ve taken my medicine and I can handle my emotions!” you said even though angry tears were already falling down your cheeks.

“Calm down! Calm down! Let us not escalate this with yelling,” Camilla’s father tried to intervene. “(Name). You know we’re just worried about you,” he said, looking at you.

“Worried about what? That I lose control and kill someone even though I’ve taken the medicine?” you questioned with more tears running down from your eyes.

“No, no… it’s not that,” Camilla’s father shook his head.

“Or some hunters come to kill me?” you asked. “You know, no matter what I do, no matter how good I have been, I never get to enjoy something good! It’s always 'follow this, follow that, and don’t ask questions.' So, why does it matter if I die by hunters’ hands? At least, I get to enjoy something before I die!” you yelled.

“(Name)...” Camilla’s father looked at you with sorrow in his eyes. Camilla’s mother only glared at you after your outburst.

“Don’t raise your voice at us!” She yelled.

“I don’t care anymore! If I die, then I die. At least, I will finally be out of your hands!” you yelled even louder.

“(Name), don’t say that…” Camilla’s father pleaded.

You felt a buzz on your phone and saw it was Jace, texting he was outside waiting for you. It gave you some comfort and a chance to get away.

“Jace is outside. I’m going to the movies,” you dried your tears and walked toward the door, grabbing your jacket on the way.

“Hold it right there! You are not going anywhere, young lady!” Camilla’s mother yelled at you as you opened the door, but then you were face to face with a shotgun barrel.

You froze in shock when you saw the one who held the gun.

“Jace?”

Jace pulled the trigger. The shotgun flashed with a loud explosion, and you were struck right in the chest, the force of the blow slamming you down on the floor. Camilla screamed as you began to bleed and convulse in shock. Jace dropped the shotgun and ran away from the door.

“A shooter! Call the cops!” Camilla’s father yelled as he ran through the door, after Jace.

Camilla’s mother kneeled down beside you, quickly addressing the state of your wounds.

“Camilla! Give me the towel from the counter! Then call nine-one-one!” she yelled as Camilla uncontrollably cried. Camilla kept crying but pulled herself together enough to throw her mother the kitchen towel and take out her phone, shakingly dialing the emergency number.

Camilla’s mother then used the towel to add pressure to the wound in your chest. Your eyes stared at the ceiling lights as the pain finally caught up to you. Tears ran down your eyes. The pain was unimaginable and your eyes slowly began to see black spots. You choked when you felt something growing within your throat, making it harder to breathe.

“(Name)!” Camilla’s mother looked down on you.

“Open your mouth! Let the flower grow out! It might save you!” she was yelling, but your ears were still ringing from the explosive sound of the shotgun. You felt scared when you felt the thing in your throat grow longer, but opened your mouth like she said and felt the thing sprout through your throat, pushing out the blood within your mouth.

Sirens echoed in the background and you felt Camilla’s mother take off her hand as something grew out of your wound. You noticed something blue coming out of you before your consciousness began fading. The last things you heard were the heavy footsteps of the paramedics as they came through the door and Camilla’s crying before you finally fell into the darkness.

Jolting awake, you lay on your bed, breathing frantically through your nose and mouth while feeling the scar on your chest. You lay there quietly in the darkened room, touching the mark where you got shot by the shotgun. It took you a moment to calm down from the panic, and then you noticed the tear stain on your pillow. You quickly realized that you had been crying in your sleep.

You pushed up, leaning on your arm and using your shirt’s sleeve to dry up the tears on your face.

Your eyes burned with dryness after you dried your tears. Your breathing and racing heart finally calmed down as you contemplated the dream, or rather, the more clear memory of the incident that nearly took your life.

It was the day when you were closer to death than ever before and when you were betrayed by the one you were hopelessly in love with, the day when you finally started listening to the rules and never sought love again.

Feeling the dryness in your throat, you crawled to the other side of your bed and grabbed the glass of water from the nightstand. The cold liquid flowed through your throat and your mind felt refreshed by the cool sensation as you drank the whole glass.

You then sat on the edge of the bed, thinking about the incident.

Your memories of the incident were hazy as it happened so fast. All you could remember was the boiling pain you felt as you lay there on the floor, struggling to breathe and losing consciousness after the paramedics arrived. Then you remember recovering in the hospital for months since the shotgun shell struck you too close to the heart.

Apparently, Jace learned about your curse and became mad with fear. Some of Camilla’s family speculated that the hunters were the ones to tell him about your curse and send him to kill you since the shotgun shells were laced with pure silver, or that he was a hunter himself. You don’t know which one was true; you were too heartbroken to find out yourself after the ordeal.

He was then sentenced to prison for attempted murder. You did not know how long, but you knew it was for a long time.

You tried to control your tears. It had been years since the incident, but you were still haunted by the sound of the shotgun going off and Camilla’s screams when she watched you bleed on the floor.

You looked up when you heard footsteps and saw Nelle appear from the shadows, holding a small candle in her hands.

You quickly dried your eyes. “Sorry, was I being too loud?” you asked and hoped she would not ask about the tears or the redness in your eyes.

“No, I was awake the whole time. Was it a nightmare?” Nelle questioned softly as she set the candle down on a table.

“Yeah, but it's nothing serious. I see them from time to time,” you replied.

“It seems serious enough since it caused you to wake up in tears, breathe uncontrollably, and touch your old scars,” she described.

“How did you know?” you asked, confused.

“I sensed you were having a nightmare before you woke up,” she answered. “And this was one of the worst nightmares you had seen,” she said.

“How can you tell?” you asked while pouring more water into the glass from the jug.

“My lady was Este, whose gift was to heal the hurt. Her husband is Irmo, the Valar of dreams. My brother was the one to serve him, but even we who served Este learned from him when it came to healing those in spirit,” Nelle explained as she came to sit beside you on the bed.

“Sensing nightmares was one of his teachings. They can happen from time to time, but you see them more frequently, more than you really should,” she stated, making you look away.

“So tell me. How long have you seen these continuous nightmares?” Nelle asked.

You remained quiet for a moment before answering.

“Pretty much my whole life,” you started. “They were mostly caused by the beast. It doesn’t have the power to take control of me, but it can still affect my dreams. And my life had not exactly been a happy one,” you sighed. “I haven’t slept well because of them. I don’t even remember the last time when I woke up late. I always wake up early and don’t find the strength to find sleep anymore,” you said as tears threatened to fall from your eyes again. Your mind then returned to Maglor.

“But then I kinda met someone, whose songs soothe my mind and I find myself asleep, free of nightmares,” you smiled.

“But when he’s not near, the nightmares continue,” you frowned.

“I have tried music before to help me sleep, but for some reason, it only works when he’s the one to sing me to sleep,” you explained.

“It seems like an emotional matter. You are in love with this person,” Nelle stated.

“And that’s the problem,” you said as the tears finally fell from your eyes again.

“This nightmare I just saw. It was not just a dream but a memory. Before I even met the one I’m currently in love with, I was seeing someone else. Someone I thought was the one for me, ignoring all the dangers that followed,” you explained.

“He did not know about my curse, and when he did, he nearly killed me,” you revealed. “Ever since that day I have been following advice that I should not try to find love since this curse would always bring me sorrow wherever I may go,” you added.

“This person knows about my curse and has kept me safe, but I don’t dare to go further. He’s an amazing and sweet person, but there are so many things that tells me that it's not meant to be,” you said.

Nelle looked at you sympathetically.

“(Name)” she softly laid her hands on your shoulder. She gently turned your face to look at her.

“You have faced a lot of pain in your life. I can sense that you are afraid to lose yourself and let anyone in. But this fear and self-hatred will only hurt you more. If this person truly has your heart and you feel like you can trust him, then you should at least give him a chance, let yourself feel the warmth, and put an end to the pain caused by the past,” she explained.

“I… I don’t know how,” you said. “I can’t even sleep without the beast poking me where it hurts the most,”

Nelle then suddenly held your face in both of her hands. Despite the coldness of her hands, they were gentle, and then the woman in front of you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

You felt slightly confused by the gesture but did not push her away.

“With this blessing, neither powers from within you nor outside shall tamper with your dreams ever again,” Nelle said, her eyes glowing with pinkish light. She then laid your head gently on her lap.

“Close your eyes…” she said.

“My music might not be as special as the one that holds your heart, but it should help you fall asleep,” she explained as you closed your eyes, feeling her hand through your hair and how she breathed in before opening her mouth to sing.

Despite her stoic and somewhat cold persona, her voice was delicate and beautiful. It was a voice you could imagine coming from an angel. You slowly started to feel drowsy as she continued to sing. It was like an enchantment, putting you to sleep, yet you did not feel afraid. You felt warm and safe. You nearly wanted to listen to her more, but soon you fell into a soundless slumber.

After minutes of singing, Nelle looked down when she felt your body relax and your breathing slow down in rhythm. She stroked your hair as soft snores left your mouth.

“Sleep well…” she mumbled softly as the night came to pass.

#tolkien #silmarillion x reader #middle earth x reader #silm fic #middle earth #maglor #silmarillion fanfiction #silmarillion #maglor x reader #maglor x human reader #cursed reader #modern reader #the spring heart's bloom #slow burn

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I know you said it’s unrealistic and that he probably would find us if we were to ever move away but what it we just move completely out of America? Then what is he going to do? I don’t know if he’s ever been out of America because I haven’t seen the other movies yet but like seriously what will he do if I move to fucking China? Hop on an airplane?

And yes Michael finding his s/o and killing them would be such a good angst fic but like imagine him regretting every single bad thing he’s ever done to his s/o and being in panicked state and just going insane because he does care and he’s sorry and he’s willing to do anything and everything to get his s/o back. I want him on the verge of begging on his knees to God because he doesn’t know what else to do. Just imagine him being miserable and sad for the rest of his life because he truly did love and care for his s/o he was just ass at showing it and now he has to pay the consequences.

The “begging for a second chance” is seriously my favorite angst trope of all time and with Michael? Chef’s kiss 😚

( not that he would ever beg but still so good )

I mean if you're fast and smart enough you could outrun him by flying to another country yes.

The most effective way to buy yourself time to go out of the country without him knowing would be snitching him to the police. And that's something that would both enrage and break his heart

To know that his safe place, the first person he has ever cared about, that he has trust to get close to him and has get to see his more human side has done what everyone else has always did with him it's going to be the last straw for him

It's going to be both a wake up call about how far he has fucked up and a reinforcement of the world that has been planted in his brain of him being incapable of any good and of love/being loved

If he is able to stop you from leaving in any sort of way (which is what would 99% for sure happen) depending on the seriousness of your "betrayal" he's going to either kill you or just kidnap you

I do believe he would hate to see you don't see him as someone you love anymore but as someone you fear therefore you have to keep happy if you want to stay alive. The whole thing about being with you was that he felt like a real person, you looked at him like he was just Michael and not anything less or more than that.

It would kill him everytime you force a smile when he's around, the shaking you try to hide, the always teary and terrified gaze you give him. And it pains him greatly cause he knows he would never be able to fix it.

It's not about being scare or hurt by him anymore, he has successfully break you down and he knows perfectly well that people don't go back to normal once that happens

But he doesn't want to let you go cause you're all he has left, he just wants you to love him as much as he does even if you can't really know it cause he is absolutely awful at showing his true feelings

He tries to imitate the way you take care of him to help you and its driving him insane that nothing seems to work.

I think that would be worse than you being physically dead. The knowledge that you're practically just existing and not living. You're the shell of the person he used to love and it's all his fault

The only moments where everything seems normal is when you're sleeping, for a second you look as peaceful as ever and he gets to brush his fingertips against your cheeks without you having a full on panic attack. And even that doesn't last long cause you wake up scared as if someone was stabbing you as soon as you can feel him touching you

And all you would see from the outside is just his stoic self being a bit more careful than usual. Cause his own body and mind doesn't let him show as much as he wants to. He's literally as trapped as you are, the only difference is that you could try to leave and if you succeed you would be able to get away from the person you hate. He can't because he has to live with himself and nothing he can do is never going to make him feel better

#slasher fandom #slashers #slasher community #slasher fanfiction #horror movies #slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #michael myers

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latenightbreezeinheaven · 2 years

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This is an introduction about me which was supposed to be short but my talkactive ass has been wanting to overshare things lately so here we go..🐝

🌻 My name is Aurora and this is not my birth name but just my English nickname.

🌻 I'm from Myanmar (Burma) and it's situated in South East Asia and it is surrounded by Thailand, Laos, China, India and Bangladesh.

🌻 I'm half Burmese and half Chinese but I can only speak Burmese and English.

🌻 I am about to be a medical student in a few months because our course is not going to be started yet till about December.

🌻 My personality type is INFJ-T.

🌻 I am a Buddhist (Theravada).

🌻 I started to learn astrology in August 2021, so it's only been a year. I love astrology so much because it gives me insights about who I actually am and it motivates me in some type of way and I can also know more about people by looking at their natal charts lol 😂 and it gives me happiness overall.

🌻 I don't like any sports but I played Karate in the past. I also rarely move except the times I do workouts which are also very inconsistent.

🌻 I can't play any musical instrument because my parents never allowed me to but if I had a chance, I would love to learn how to play a piano.

🌻 I love to dance, write down my thoughts and sometimes short stories or journal prompts, binge watch movies, read fictions, meditate and take photos of the nature and everything that I find beautiful.

🌻 I have a huge affection for art and paintings though I can't draw and my favourite type of art is Renaissance art.

🌻 I also love to travel A LOT whether it's a short trip or a long one and my favourite country is currently Italy. I also LOVE spaghetti. I also love to drink wine and cocktails.

🌻 I love learning about astronomy, space, black hole and galaxy. I also love to read about Greek and Roman mythology and goddesses. I also love to read about sirens, mermaids, unicorns, fairies, elves and other mystical mysterious creatures. I am also fond of reading the articles about life cycle, reincarnation and a collection of "what if" questions. I love to read about manifestation, spirituality, subliminals and astral projection things. To be honest, I love reading about almost everything unless it's too boring and ordinary.

🌻 I would love LOVE to learn tarot but my mental stability is saying a big NO and my mom won't also let me buy a tarot deck too even if I'm willing to strengthen my intuition and pay for the deck. I also love to collect crystals but I don't have one yet.

🌻 I am a pinterest whore and I stay very low key on social media apps because of some reasons. I hate tiktok because of its bad influence on people with those dangerous trends (sorry tiktok lovers 🥺) and my favourite apps are of course pinterest and youtube.

🌻 My current favourite series is Baby (Italian) and my current favourite songs are Cola by Lana Del Rey, Girls Just Want To Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper and Sugar Daddy by Qveen Herby.

🌻 I love Marilyn Monroe and Megan Fox. They two are literally my idols (not an idol but I just want to be their friend which is really weird). I have a special love for Taylor Swift, Ariana Grande, Selena Gomez, Lana Del Rey, Melanie Martinez and Grimes. I also would love to be friends with Grimes because she has so many interesting things to share in my opinion. 😹💕

🌻 My favourite aesthetic is Fairycore. I love Hippie outfits. I also love 50s hollywood vibes because they give me nostalgia.

🌻 I am a Gemini Sun, Virgo Moon, Cancer Rising, Cancer Venus, Cancer Mercury and Aries Mars. I have a cancer stellium (Mercury, Venus and Saturn) and 12th house stellium (Sun, Mercury and Venus).

🌻 My dominant planets are Moon, Saturn and Uranus (in astroseek) and Moon, Mercury and Mars (in astro.com) but I resonate more with the one from astroseek because saturn conjuncts my ascendant and I think I can never identify myself as a Mercury and Mars dominant.

🌻 Oh wait, this blog's big 3 are Gemini Sun, Cancer Moon and Leo Rising and has a 9th house stellium and a Taurus stellium. This might sound crazy but yeahhhh..umm 😭😂

That's all and thank you for reading my long ass introduction if you read it! ❤️

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sapphicsoie · 2 years

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73 questions

on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? solid 6, i am excited to live in norway for 5 months.

describe yourself in a hashtag? #wellshitok

if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? timothee chalamet if it's a film that has the vibe of cmybn, but tom holland if it's a movie that is mainstream.

if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? probably something like "don't worry!"

what’s one thing people don’t know about you? people don't know that i sleep with a baby blanket named blankey who is actually not a blanket i have had since i was a baby but actually the same type of blanket i had when i was 5. this is the third blanket i have had since then, she (yes she uses she/her pronouns) is from lands end (i buy a new one whenever she turns to literal threads). i got the one i sleep with now when i was 15.

what’s your wake up ritual? i don't really have one unless i'm like at camp or have class, then i will read in bed for a bit if i can, shower, drink a tea and eat breakfast, and brush my teeth last. i also like to listen to music.

what’s your go to bed ritual? i always wash my face and either shower or have a bath, then do skincare, take out contacts, brush teeth, put on lip balm, read in bed, then sleep.

what’s your favorite time of day? i love when the sun is setting.

your go to for having a good laugh? tiktok, or sonny with a chance or kim possible compilations.

dream country to visit? iceland or new zealand

what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? that my dad who is slightly homophobic is actually into kinky gay sex and is a bottom.

heels or flats/sneakers? sneakers.

vintage or new? depends, i would say new for clothes because they don't make cute vintage clothes for fat women, but i love vintage cameras and furniture

who do you want to write your obituary? my best friend katie and if i die before her, my mom.

style icon? fictional? noora amelie sætre. irl? i love zendaya's style for the most part.

what are three things you cannot live without? my phone, my antidepressants, and something to read.

what’s one ingredient you put in everything? GARLIC but also love salt and pepper. i am very white.

what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? ummmm maybe like my grandma who i never met and or like isak valtersen, sana bakkoush and even bech næsheim from skam lmao.

what’s your biggest fear in life? feeling like my life is meaningless and i won't be rememebered.

window or aisle seat? used to be window, now it's aisle. i gotta pee!!

what’s your current tv obsession? haven't been watching tv AT ALL but i loved moon knight.

favorite app? tumblr or ao3 if that counts as an app, more of a website tho

secret talent? i am very flexible, and can do all three splits, and a perfect cartwheel.

most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? i dated a girl in high school in a small town in the deep south

how would you define yourself in three words? determined, honest, lonely

favorite piece of clothing you own? rn it's a plain ribbed t-shirt from target

a must have clothing item that everyone should have? plain ribbed shirt and comfy high rise jeans

a superpower you would want? shape shifting

what’s inspiring you in life right now? to be transparent, i am simply existing for the most part. i do really want to graduate so i can move to nyc and try acting and not be in school for the first time in 15 years.

best piece of advice you’ve received? that it is okay to feel and show your emotions and that doesn't make you any less strong or capable.

best advice you’d give your teenage self? you won't feel this awful forever. i promise. also, don't let her hurt you over and over again. and lastly, just because you are in pain doesn't mean you have to force your anger and sadness and despair onto others, be kind.

a book everyone should read? i don't read as much as i used to, but i think a book/series that made me who i am is a series of unfortunate events by lemony snicket.

what would you like to be remembered for? i hope i'm remembered as someone who left the world better than it was in some way shape or form, even if it's trivial.

how do you define beauty? i think it depends on the person and what kind of beauty. i think there is no simple way to define beauty because it's so subjective.

what do you love most about your body? my eyes, they are a really pretty shade of blue with a gold ring around the pupil.

best way to take a rest/decompress? listen to music, read, lay in the pitch dark listening to music or city rain sounds

favorite place to view art? gonna be transparent i cannot look at art for more than like 30 seconds, so maybe a museum but i don't really view art :/

if your life was a song, what would the title be? liability by lorde.

if you could master one instrument, what would it be? piano, i played it growing up but stopped.

if you had a tattoo, where would it be? probably somewhere pretty hidden, maybe my ankle or the side of ribs?? idk

dolphins or koalas? koalas literally fuck dolphins

what’s your spirit animal? a platypus.

best gift you’ve ever received? probably my macbook, i use it a lot. idk i've never been given a super sentimental gift?? my friend recently gave me a really pretty drawing of me for my birthday though.

best gift you’ve given? horrible at gifts but got my dad a fancy speaker for christmas but little does he know it was 75% off.

what’s your favorite board game? don't really play them at all and never really have but i like chess

what’s your favorite color? baby pink

least favorite color? any bright colour. or like orange. or teal. i am picky.

diamond or pearls? pearls!!!

drugstore makeup or designer? mostly designer but the occasional drugstore product

blow-dry or air-dry? air-dry unless someone else is doing my hair

pilates or yoga? yoga

coffee or tea? tea, but if i need caffeine, coffee.

what’s the weirdest word in the english language? hippomonstrosesquippiedaliophobia.

dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk but i'm not a huge chocolate gal

stairs or elevators? elevators

summer or winter? winter 4ever i hate sweating

you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? probably something nutritious if we are being practical like salmon and quinoa but if we are being honest, steak and yorkshire pudding

a dessert you don’t like? super chocolatey stuff. or ice cream that is fruit flavoured. disgusting.

a skill you’re working on mastering?

best thing to happen to you today? the children went home and i get to drink tonight

worst thing to happen to you today? woke up at 7.30 am and had to spend time with children until they finally left at 12 pm

best compliment you’ve ever received? that i am determined and resilent.

favorite smell? christmas eve candle by yankee candle. smells like childhood.

hugs or kisses?

if you made a documentary, would it be about? a documentary about how internet culture and grooming affected girls born in the late 90's-early 2000's, like myself and so many of my friends did some crazy shit online as a kid.

last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

lipstick or lipgloss? lipgloss!!

sweet or savory? savoury but i also love sweets

girl crush? zendaya, maybe margot robbie?? josefine frida pettersen is gorgeous

how do you know your in love? when you never get tired of being around them. like your social battery never runs out with them.

a song you can listen to on repeat? currently kjøre oss by marie ulven (girl in red before she was girl in red)

if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? probably a rich person who lives in nyc or canada or norway

what are you most excited for about this time in your life? moving to oslo in the fall!!

tagged by @silkscream

tagging: @peterthepark @spidervee @indouloureux

#about me ig #not marvel #about ginger

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eastern-lights · 2 years

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How 47 Ronin (2013) was almost good

It's no secret that this movie was a flop and not without good reason. Still, I think it could have been a very good film if it were not for one thing:

Keanu Reeves.

Not the person, but his character, his casting and everything to do with that. Keanu is a great person and good at what he does, but him playing the protagonist lead to everything that is wrong with 47 Ronin.

1. There is literally no reason for Kai to not be played by a Japanese actor.

He was raised by the tengu and later Lord Asano, so for all intents and purposes, he is Japanese.

If the writers wanted him to be discriminated against, it would have been enough for him to be a "demon child". Him being a demon-raised, supernaturally gifted, lonely brooding half-english badass that the princess is in love with in a movie full of regular Japanese men with no special powers feels like the writers tried so hard to make him special that they overdid it.

2. Actually, there is no reason for Kai to exist in this story.

Think about it. What does he do to move the plot along? Well, he fights in the tournament in Yasuno's stead, which leads to Lord Asano being shamed because his champion was not a samurai. This conflict however has no bearing on the overall plot. It is a completely unrelated incident that leads to Asano's seppuku and jumpstarts the plot. Still, if the writers wanted to keep the champion switcharoo in for some reason, they could have had Yoshio Oishi's son, Chikara, take Yasuno's place instead. Then the couldn't have been about the champion not being a samurai (since Chikara is one), but it could still work. Imagine:

Chikara finds the bewitched Yasuno in his tent, as it happens in the movie. He considers telling his father, but realises it is too late. Panicking, but also sensing the chance he's been waiting for to prove himself to his father, he puts on Yasuno's armor and fights in his stead. Only, he is still a boy and not nearly experienced enough. He gets his ass handed to him, and then one backhand strike from Kira's champion sends his helmet flying off. Oishi tenses by Lord Asano's side as he resognizes his son. For just a moment, he is torn between keeping decorum and intervening, but as Kira's champion lands another blow, he disregards everything and rushes to save his child. He manages to parry the enemy's sword just as he's about to behead Chikara. The Shogun decrees that since Lord Kira is the damaged party, he should decide Oishi's punishment for intervening. Kira decides that Oishi's punishment should be being the one to deliver Chikara's. He is handed a wooden sword, and forced to beat his son with it.

This gives Chikara some much needed characterization and gives more depth to the protectiveness but also coldness that Oishi displays around him.

Even the tengu sword subplot could have been easily done without Kai, simply by having any of the 47 know their own country's folklore. Even in the movie, Oishi is the one who has to pass a test to earn the swords and Kai is just... there.

3. Kai is not important enough to the story to be a deuteragonist, but he still takes half the screentime that should have belonged to Oishi.

Kai's whole motivation is to prevent the girl he likes from marrying Kira. That's it. There is no indication that he feels any sort of loyalty to Asano and wants to avenge him like the rest of the ronin do. He's just along for the ride, and his whole story is the movie's Romantic Plot Tumor. The whole time, Oishi is the one who matters. He moves the plot along, he has the strongest motivation and he's the one who ultimately defeats Kira.

If the writers felt the movie needed a romance subplot, Oishi and his wife Riku were right there. Him asking her to divorce him to spare her the punishment for his crimes is already a beautifully romantic scene. Give them a few more scenes together and you can have a great tragic romantic subplot that doesn't feel like it's removed from the rest of the story. Also, Hiroyuki Sanada and Nasuki Kunimoto had great chemistry together, something that the actual romantic leads sorely lacked.

Overall, Keanu Reeves' character sadly feels like a bad self insert, and every time he was on screen, most of the audiences were probably just waiting for the focus to shift back to Hiroyuki Sanada's Oishi.

#47 ronin #47 ronin (2013)#keanu reeves #hiroyuki sanada #sorry for the long rant #i needed to get this out of my system

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vacantgodling · 1 year

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15 10 Very Normal Questions

thank you @kaiusvnoir 😂 i’m kinda obsessed and will give weird answers no one asked for. open tag :) have fun with it lol

1. Do you prefer owls, capybaras, or flamingos?

THIS IS ACTUALLY PAINFULLY DIFFICULT but i’ll probably go capybaras i want what they have absolute ANGELS they are

2. What is your favorite soup?

i like deadass hate soup ngl (bc texture or lack thereof + liquids being salty is kind of :/ to me + my mom literally made soup almost every day growing up i am so sick of SOUP) however, cabbage soup that my mom makes is probably my favorite. it’s so comforting and she always makes it for me when i’m sick so idk nostalgia and feel good vibes.

3. What is your favorite…rock (idfk)?

funny story about rocks: my favorite type of rock (as in, how they’re formed) is igneous rocks. fire rocks >>> (i too wanted to be a geologist growing up lmao). in third grade a boy i was friends with went on vacation and brought me back an igneous rock—like literally got it checked out and everything to make sure it was—bc he knew i liked them, and asked me out lmao. as i am super awkward and he was just a good friend to me i turned him down (plus we were seven? tf lol) but it was probably one of the cutest ways i’ve ever been confessed to, only second to my partner and so so thoughtful.

jeffery if you see this, i wish i still had that rock but it got lost in a move. rip the dream but it was so sweet lol.

when it comes to crystals it’s a different story i’m a huge crystal hoarder but i don’t have the $$ to get as many as i’d like. sodalite is my favorite bc of the meanings associated with it; it’s kind of like my “personal rock” and i have several :)

4. Choose a familiar:

very dumb, very loving disobedient dog. He loves you but will never listen to you ever

a raven that speaks but it only ever shrieks the name of various fast food restaurants

a toad that screams like a teenage boy instead of croaks

probably the toad. i think that’d be funny as hell

5. Which planet do you feel like would be kind of an asshole if you met them?

NONE???? IM LOVE… SPACE….. (okay perhaps jupiter only by association with zeus/jupiter) HOWEVER…. They are Sweeties… my Beloveds….

6. if you were a worm would you love me? (@/ legiomiam)

i mean i voted worm in the bug race so yeth

7. Least favorite type of clothing?

most clothes are a sensory nightmare but anything that is scratchy or woolen or whatever it’s AWFUL

8. You are now in a horror movie-so sorry. Chance of survival?

genuinely depends on the type of horror move it is. if it’s any apocalypse sorry i’m killing myself i’m not dealing with that shit like not even remotely. serial killer eugh… it depends if it’s a supernatural one or a natural one. if natural i think odds are pretty good i like to think that since my natural adrenaline response is flight i would be going and going and going (like out the country probs). supernatural? sorry killing myself not doing it. anything torture porn-y i’m also offing myself— yknow i’m just gonna say odds are low bc i hate being uncomfortable so if given the opportunity i will off myself before i deal with nonsense.

9. Would you rather: the ability to instantly grow a perfect mustache, or ability to talk to vegetables?

mustache if it means i can grow facial hair generally speaking

10. What do you think of whales?

i think they’re gorgeous but i hate the ocean so i will appreciate from afar as nature intended.

#about renjamin

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nikbok78 · 2 years

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Marriage of Convenience

Plot: your rich parents from OC arranged your marriage with a complete stranger; the son of a big corporate. your families are the powerful ones in town. You hate the idea of marrying your family's rival to merge the corporates. But soon you find yourself trapped. It's only then that you realise what you're losing by not standing up to your parents.

Austin was his name.

Back then you had hated to admit your mouth curved in a perfect "o" and your lips almost hesitated, as if asking to be looked at when pronuncing it.

Unless you were mad at him, which happened more than often, then it would come out like a blast. The anger visible in your eyes.

Your older brothers liked him, your parents didn't have an opinion on him, they accepted his role in the family, as long as you two weren't trying to kill each other literally.

Your marriage had been arranged for one year until both your parents forced you two to spend time together, and look the part for when you'd have to make public appearances. You were the only daughter of the family, the biggest car industry corporate of the country, while he was the only son of the biggest pharmaceutical corporate of the country. Your families dominated upon OC, but your parents were tired of playing Capulets and Montagues so they decided to arrange a suitable marriage to merge the corporates. The situation messed up both you and Austin, who were basically strangers to each other. But your parents wanted their ruling over OC to be complete, and they had no other daughter to sell off.

Opposing was not in their vocabulary, when they wanted something, they simply got it.

With little to chance to a success for your dream of a happy life on your own in college, you obliged your parents' wish. Being with him wasn't just bad, it was terrible. Some days he would just straight ignore you and you knew it should've felt great but it didn't. Deep down you knew this would never work, that you had to make it work if it was to be lasting and in public. At least as long as your parents thought you could finally call it a day and stop pretending.

It was just another day in OC, when your relationship started to change...

"Y/n I don't want to see you today. Get out"

"You can't stand the idea of me sitting on your couch watching a movie?" you asked faking disappointment.

Your hand digging in the popcorn and eating voraciously to fight the rising feeling of irritation.Bursting out at him would be humiliating. "This is my house. What can't you understand of respecting my boundaries?"

"Look, I really don't want to be here. But here I am. So if you got any complaint, please send them my parents' way."

He scoffed. You could see he was fighting too to keep the cool. Austin seemed to always have the perfect words to ruin everything.

"You can always come over to mine" you offered, teeth clenching at the idea of your brothers monopolizing the living room. Very few things could be worse than you two having to share the space with them and the other option was bringing him to your bedroom. One worse than the other.

"My brothers literally adore you."

"They're not as dull as you"

"Well excuse me. Maybe you're still in time to ask their hand. Anyone will work. You can take them all for all I care."

To this Austin didn't reply.

Good I finally shut him up.

A feeling of satisfaction reached your lips, curving them. Soon a feeling of dread hang upon your heads as he asked the worst question one could ask to someone that was living in denial, forced into an arranged marriage.

"Did you just give up like that on college?"

Your breathing got worked up while you stare dumbfounded at him. How could have he known you dreamed of a normal life in college?

"College? Not for real, that could not be anyone's plan of making money nowadays. With rich parents who needs to study? Who needs a dream nowadays?" you forced out of yourself, hurting the palm of your hand with your nails. You felt like your voice could crack any time now.

Austin studied you, observing your eyes. It was as if he was staring past you and inside your soul with his deep blue eyes, and your skin crawled.

"So you're telling me you have a dream." you said suddenly, exchanging the glance back. It was a surreal moment for you both. You felt your breath stop as you looked in his sea-like eyes. You saw a glint in the depth of the water. It's easy to lose yourself in them. Instantly you knew he hadn't lost hope.

"Austin, are you crazy?"

His mouth curves in the hint of a smile.

"It's kind of funny that one would consider me crazy for following a dream just because my father is loaded."

"Are you sure about this?"

"What's there to be scared about y/n? In my opinion a dream gives you the perfect thrill to live your life in unexpected ways."

"It's only hurting and suffering. You know dreams never become true, you must know that."

"Listen, if we must get married because of our parents and not because we love each other, then I don't want to hear it that you sacrificed your dreams because of this."

You knew he was right, but admitting it stung your pride. Later in your unhappy marriage of convenience you’d end up blamiing each other for everything that you couldn’t possibly have because of your situation. You didn’t want to live a life of regret; sacrifice was something you had been too familiar with since birth because of your parents. You always put them and your brothers first instead of yourself, and you realised it must’ve been the same for Austin as well. And suddenly you didn’t want to argue anymore with him; he was the ally you didn’t know you had always had, if only you two had tried to understand each other before. You sigh and admit defeat, while his eyes finally soften.

“You’re right. I’ve always wanted to complete my education in college. To become independent and keep my family out of my business. But it isn’t always easy to choose your happiness over duty. I’m scared of failing even college and accomplish nothing on my own.”

Austin looks at you and he suddenly becomes very serious. His eyes seem to ask for permission to break the boundaries. You nod and he rubs your arm gently, comforting you.

“My mom supported me,” he says. The corner of his mouth twitching in a sad smile. “but my dad isn’t really the type to understand feelings over materialistic needs.”

You had heard from your parents that his mother died in a tragic accident years before.

“He cares for you, in his own way.”

“I know he’s just trying to secure financial stability, but that is not what I really need as his son. I want to be happy and I need him as a father, not my financial manager.”

You took his hand in yours, the sudden touch giving you both a deep connection you didn’t know you could have ever had. His hand was rough like a man’s hand but his palm and finger tips were soft.

“I think we are lucky to be able to have dreams exactly because of that financial stability. Sometimes I just think why do have I to pursue dreams when I can have everything I want with money? But that’s not right, I don’t want to settle for less only because of what people say.”

“Good girl”

Suddenly you’re aware of the intimacy you two have now, but you want to know more about him too.

“What is your risk-it-all dream then?”

“I want to make it big in Hollywood like James Dean and Marlon Brando. Quite frankly I’m a shy guy, but when I try to be someone else for fun, it brings out the best of me.”

“I’ve been knowing you for one year, and let me tell you, you’re no one but Austin right now and you’re the best you’ve ever been around me so I’m really curious.”

You really meant it, and being around him now made you the happiest you had been in the last year. It was a gentle feeling, like the pure fluttering of a heart. But also an overwhelming need to be close to him, to be allies in this madness. Austin said nothing, he simply caressed your hand holding his. “At least Hollywood is quite close to OC, so you can always crawl back to your dad” you add, smirking in a playful tone.

“Oh no, I will never fail.” he replied in a challenging tone, and you suddenly felt his accent and mannerism very close to the Old style Hollywood of James Dean and Elvis Presley.

“You will see y/n, we will both follow our dreams and live fulflling lives.”

“What about Stanford? It’s quite close as well”

“You’re aiming high Mrs. Butler”

“Just like you”

Not quite your Hollywood fairytale, but you could work on that. For now having Austin on your side would surely prove to be your happiness card.

I apologise for grammar mistakes, English is not my language

#austin butler #fanfic #fanfiction

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