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devondespresso · 6 months

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WIP WhhhMonday Nightish

Once upon a time Devon was tagged in a wip wednesday by @eriquin and meant to do it but missed both wednesday and the weekend before remembering again. totally unrelated, Devon is working on getting their official adhd diagnosis.

i also noticed that the past snippets shared in wip-whatever posts have been purposefully the least interesting parts because i was worried about spoilers, which is dumb because that's created the unintended consequence of my tag is full of everything i don't like as much and a very different impression of what my fic is (as seen by most of these snippets being my rewritten scenes despite the actual fic being mostly new in-between scenes)

TLDR: WIP Whatever-day-it-is: But Actually For Fun This Time

The Rules

Post the file names of up to 5 of your WIPs for people to send you asks

Post a snippet of one of those WIPs

When people send you an ask with the name of one of your WIPs, write 3 lines of that WIP.

(Optional) Post the lines you wrote.

You can send multiple requests especially since this is going on through the weekend!

The WIPs

we're doing bulleted chapter titles to share from since that was my favorite and genuinely most productive format I've used. Feel free to ask for as many as you want, I plan on working on this basically all week

Karen Wheeler POV Bonus Chapter (Prologue kinda? side story in the same universe?? Bonus chapter set after season 1 and way before ch 1)

Steve, are you okay? Are you okay, Steve? (ch 9)

What's this? The consequences of my actions? (Is that a motherfucking Lovejoy reference?) (ch 10)

Kidnapping? no. surprise adoption. (lol get taken care of BITCH) (ch 11)

NEXT CHAPTER BC IDK HOW TO TRANSITION (ch 12) (a very tentative title for the next chapter to be written)

The Snippet

here is my favorite and most recent scene I've written, which takes place before they junkyard where Steve and Dustin are at the grocery store to get that ungodly amount of raw meat they have to toss around (also i've split chapters up a bit in the name of structure so the third chapter is now called "Mommy Issues Central". Lemme know any goofy vine reference ideas you guys have or if it should stay like that) (fear not, Get Yo Fucking Dog Bitch lives on still as chapter 4)

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They turned down the next aisle, lining the edges of the cart with some other pasta-related shit that he could still probably use. They heard someone coming over from the next aisle and before he could turn the cart around Mrs Wheeler pulled up.

"Oh, Steve ...and Dustin. What're you boys up to?"

He took a short breath to work their story into something without Mike, but Dustin beat him to it.

"He's teaching me stuff."

He was imitating the tone Steve used but still way too vague. Mrs Wheeler held up a smile, her brows slightly lifted.

"Y'know, like cooking-" Steve said, throwing in a little gesture to the cart.

"And cars, changing oil and things. Y'know just.. dad stuff."

Dustin's part convinced her, Mrs Wheeler's expression softening into a real smile.

"Well I won't keep you long,"

She nodded off to the side to talk to Steve one-on-one.

Great.

“Are you and Nancy okay?”

“Wh- we’re- Why? Did she say something?”

“No, no, she’s just been… closed off, lately. And I drove her to school the other day, she didn’t say why.”

“Sh- yeah, that- that’s on me. Sorry.”

“Did you break up?”

“No no, definitely not. We’re kinda… we’re working on it. I’m going to try and make it better, after y’know..” he gestured to Dustin behind him.

“Right.” she smiled again, “Let Nancy know she can talk to me about any of this? Please? I tell her but- I don't know, maybe it’d be different coming from you.”

He held up a smile for her.

“Yeah, sure. Mind if we..” he jutted a thumb towards the end of the aisle.

“Yes, go ahead.”

He gave her a short wave and turned back to Dustin, who studied random shit in the aisle like Steve would believe his sudden fascination with olive oil outweighed childish curiosity.

“Steve-”

He turned back around, seeing Mrs Wheeler coming back up to him and whispering again.

“I know I’m not your mother, but you can talk to me, too. Both of you, okay?”

He kept the smile in place and nodded again, and she finally went back to her cart.

Dustin “Definitely-Not-Eavesdropping” Henderson followed him out of the aisle, thankfully waiting until they were out of earshot to ask.

“What's going on with you and Nancy?”

“Thought we had ‘much bigger problems than my love life’?”

He pulled up to the deli, stopping to pretend to look at the options.

“We’re not dropping everything for it but we can still talk.” he groaned.

“I’ll tell you later, kay? Not exactly the best place to talk.''

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Tags

@stobinesque @spoookysix @marvel-ous-m @alexcharmsyou @museumgiftshoperaser @blushweddinggowns @sharpbutsoft @fag4dykestobin @findafight (no pressure ofc and feel free to switch it to actually wednesday fhuhjdklashj) (also just let me know if you don't wanna be tagged in these)

#steve harrington #stranger things #steve and dustin #dustin and steve #karen wheeler #stevecentric #steve stranger things #devon's steve henderson au #lets play explaining-chapter-title-references-in-the-tags!#first and last ones are temporary placeholders for actually fun titles #Steve are you okay are you okay Steve is a reference to smooth criminal (annie are you okay) and specifically i think of that vine where #this girl is singing passionately and the girl behind her is banging a pot with a spoon to the beat #'Whats this the sonsequences of my action' is a line from the lovejoy song consequences (totally unrelated thematically its just brainworm)#and the 'motherfucking lovejoy reference' part is itself a reference to the meme 'is that a motherfucking _ reference'#(i think the original of that is jojos bizarre adventure but my brain remembers it as star wars so)#then 'kidnapping no surprise adoption' is specifically something my friend and i used to use to say when we picked her up for a sleepover #(which obv connects to that chapter very well)#i think it was a general meme or common joke before we used it too since we had ✨internet access✨ but idk where specifically

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joeys-piano · 9 months

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Writeblr Positivity Tag

Opened tagged by @hallwriteblr. Mostly doing this because I see it pop up often when I snoop writeblr like the morning newspaper. And thought it would be fun. Thus, open tag. Anyone who wants to do this can do this. And, you know what?, just feel good about yourself and what you do. Because writing's hard and you're doing it. And that says something

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1. What motivates you to write?

Boredom. I wake up at around 6:10 every morning. I bounce between Tumblr and Reddit for two hours, and occasionally check my cats in Neko Atsume. At around 8:20ish am, I take 15 steps to my office to start work. I log in, VPN, avert my eyes when I open my email, do time tracking through post-it notes so I can update my timesheet as I work. I do process calls. I spend most days in an Excel sheet, Word document, or staring at my email calendar. I occasionally see "big money" in samples I pick for testing, but the novelty of it is starting to wear off and it just looks like numbers at the end of the day while I looking at PDFs that are either clean or are so archaic looking I'm starting to wonder what I'm doing. At some point, I have lunch. Multiple times, I check on my Neko Atsume cats. And scroll Tumblr. And depending on whether I can slack open review work to another day, I just spend a few hours typing stories on my phone or watching YouTube. Then I log off at 4pm or later (depending). I eat dinner. I watch the news with my brother. I shower at around 6pm, chill in bed, bounce between Tumblr and Reddit. Might do some writing. And go to sleep at 10pm ish. That's pretty much 80% of my week, week after week. I do the same thing enough times that I could autopilot. And when my real life is boring to most, that's when it's easier to get into the creative spirit and just write. Because little else is scratching that part of my brain, so I induce boredom in my real life when I'm working on a project. And when I'm done writing that project (like done done), I incorporate fun into my real life again. And that's what motivates me. Currently as I type this, I'm in the cycle of getting myself bored again and feel like I'm at the mental state to resume writing again tomorrow. Which is :3

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

I just adore this opening from a fic I wrote a month ago. My memory is a little fuzzy, but I remembering revising this while at a hotel and just proclaiming it out loud in the evening dark because it was so fun to read. Some days he’s a memory. Some days he’s a dream. Some days he’s just a joke. Some days he ought to bleed. Some days he’s a coward. Some days he’s a problem. But Nicolas loves him. It isn’t less than how he loves when he’s a mess. Because it’s more, if anything. He loves him: bolts and all. And adores him, ardently. Wants him — for the trouble. That at some point he doesn’t give a fuck where the metal work doesn’t end.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

The only times I work with OCs is when I just want a background character for something, so I just make one on the spot. Which isn't often, so I can only name on two hands the number of OCs I've really worked with. I think folks who've seen this blog since 2017 might be familiar with this character. He's this old guy, Fukumori Jae, that I made for a mafia project from who knows when. One, I like his name. Two, he's old. I have an easier time writing for older folks than I do for teens or young adults. Three, he's kind of funny. Four, he's a mob boss but doesn't look like it because he looks like an old touristy man on a trip to Europe. So the dissonance is fun. I worked with him for a very short time, but I had fond memories writing for him.

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Revisions.

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

The consensus from the internet is that I write pretty. You might not understand it. You probably shouldn't read it while tired or about to go to sleep. But you remember it for being pretty, and that's the general consensus so far. But on a serious note, I like that I experiment with my stories and have kept pushing at what makes a story a story and have done some weird things and techniques from other mediums that you don't normally see in written works. It keeps me engaged, it keeps me from boredom (very important). And occasionally, someone reads something they never experienced before in written words and that's really cool.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

Speaking as an outsider who regularly frequents the halls, I'm endeared that most blogs I've seen are supportive of each other and that people are making friends and have a safe space to just talk about stories.

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

My phone. Since last summer, it's been my secret weapon to getting my shit together. Yes, I write slower on my phone. Yes, writing on the phone is not the most optimal or ergonomic thing or whatever. Yes, it's not easy to do research on your phone. Yes, it's not easy to have multiple tabs up for whatever. But when did any of that matter for my writing process? Because writing on my phone lets me be creative and just goof off when I've been sitting in front of computer all day at work. It lets me lie down, and cuddle, while writing. My back feels a lot better. I don't get as much nerve damage, or as often a nerve damage, when I write on my phone compared to sitting at the desk. Also, just my general work flow meshes well with writing on the phone. I don't keep copious amounts of tabs open when I write, so I'm not missing anything. I don't write to music, so I'm not missing that. It's just easier to focus in on the writing when it's just the writing filling up my entire screen. I can also write on the go and I'm not bound to things like having a laptop charger and needing to carry extra bags while on the move. It just works for me to be creative on the phone. Granted, it's easier to setup certain templates on my laptop. But after you make those templates, everything is set up from there to continue with the phone work flow strictly.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

My favorite worldbuilding technique is what-if. There are no rules, there are no boundaries. Just ask yourself "What if..." and let the story take off from there. It's how somewhere in my vault, there is a detailed medical sci-fi (because I've never seen medicine been the focus of a sci-fi, so I made something I've always wanted to see) that was heavily inspired by a what-if. And it just spiraled from there. It's likely the closest thing I have to being used in a original project one day, so I keep it under lock and key until I feel like toeing sci-fi again. Eventually.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Give yourself one thing to look forward to writing in that writing session. Doesn't matter what it is. Just one thing -- at least one thing. Writing is already hard, so why not make it enjoyable for yourself in some way? You don't need to suffer to create art, despite how hard it can be. You're allowed to have fun and to include something that lets you have fun in your writing. Doesn't matter what it is.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

They know who they are. But if they one day have amnesia and have forgotten and I'm dead and they stumble upon this post and I'm still dead and they think they know me from something, here are those people: @feu-eau (you've seen my writing change during the past 6 years and we've been friends for that long, too. you are my biggest enabler to just have fun with it); @voxofthevoid (writing senior, just a chill bro I look up to, out here writing things I've always wanted to write or will not write at this current point in my life and will admire from unhinged proximity); and perhaps this is slightly unorthodox, but @lucycamui if you ever see this (you were a big fic writer I admired back in the day and while reading your siren ficlets from the very beginning, you inspired me to experiment with my writing and to keep challenging how stories are told; you're one of the reasons why I motivated myself so hard and worked so hard to improve my writing style and be the writer I want to be); @bowties-are-cool3000 (I might not read for the fandom you write or for the ships you write, but I've read what you've written and I enjoy it as much as I enjoy our yearly tradition of sending emails to each other on Christmas and occasionally crossing paths with random posts that got us thinking of each other); and I think that's everyone I wanted to mention.

#joey speaks

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lady-tortilla-chip · 4 years

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Felt like a good writer...

Rhodey scoffed, “FRIDAY showed me what happened. I saw it all. I read between the lines man, and you were the one doing all the pushing away.”

“Yeah...” Tony said.

Rhodey’s amusement morphed into something warmer as he placed a steady hand on Tony’s shoulder, “What are you waiting for?”

“I...don’t know. A clearer sign I guess, that I can try this again and it won’t all crash and burn and won’t walk away feeling more broken than before and wow, ok, saying that out loud really makes me feel like a coward.”

Rhodey’s entire being exuded a honey glow—and yet he still wondered why Tony called him his honey bear—as he responded, fingers tightening briefly over his shoulder, “You’re not a coward, I’m over here still bruised by Carol’s rejection. Can’t imagine how you felt after everything was nearly perfect with Pepper. But, at the same time there’s always a limit to how long you can wallow in that hurt and fear.”

Tony scrunched his nose, “I hate when you’re right.”

The man flashed a smirk, “Then you must hate me a lot seeing as I’m always right.”

Tony gasped, “Are not.”

“Are too.”

“Are not!”

“Are too and you know it.”

Tony grinned. He knew it, always did. Always would.

“Are not.”

#I haven’t posted anything MCU related in a WHILE #so #here #a snippet of a fic you guys have seen parts of multiple times #oof #my writing #my fic #snippet #felt like a good writer...#IronStrange #Tony Stark #Rhodey #James Rhodes

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ediths · 3 years

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fic recs january 2021

hi guys!! okay so i got to thinking and i’ve seen a lot of these posts around so i made my own!! i think that fic rec masterposts are such a great way to support writers and get more people to have the chance of seeing fics!!! plus i’m leaving a bit of feedback too :))

if you know of any fics that you’d like to share a little love on / you’d like me to read so that i can reblog and give it a little love, send me an ask with the title and the author’s url!!!

so here it is, all the fics that i read in january 2021 (and the very end of december but i’m including them anyway)

total number of fics listed: 92 (series counted as a single piece)

@moonchildstyles

aster / tattoo artist harry aster | daffodil | sweet pea | gardenia | poppy

i read this entire series at like 8 am after not sleeping the night before and oh my god i was literally so soft!! like this is so fucking cute i literally felt like i was going to throw up the entire time (in the best way yk) like omg the butterflies i got from this series? unmatched. also, i feel that it’s necessary to add the part of this that made my heart absolutely explode: Harry’s thumb stroked her jawline, a smile molding his features. “Y’not a baby love, unless you want to be my baby. And I like you a lot, too. And stuff. like okay kill me <3

alright so h is literally so sweet in this one!! he’s so gentle and lovely and i truly fell in love with him in the very first few paragraphs. and he’s so out of tune with everything but he’s trying his best to understand and just... sigh. “I’d look forever for you, if I had to.” love love love this line so much it’s literally the perfect way to tie everything together

this is very creepy during the first chapter but in such a good way!!! i literally found myself gasping and i barely ever vocally react to a fic unless i am squealing at the fluff or crying but i vocally react to lindsee’s fics literally they are so good pleaseee. and omg the growth throughout this fic truly is impeccable i swear.

@gucciwins

adore you

okay this is so cute!!! loved every single word of it!!! there was a bit of angst at the very beginning that had my heart hurting but it was all mended by the end!!! the dad!harry content was absolutely immaculate omg i literally loved reading about atticus!!!!! i absolutely love long pieces and i think that this piece was the perfect length!! there were so many things that were packed in there but it didn’t seem rushed or jumbled or anything like that!!!!

@soysauceharry

watashi no sakura

okay first things first, i love japanrry in any form so i knew just by looking at the description that i was going to love this regardless of what was in it. to be honest i didn’t expect him to have a penny board that he used to get everywhere but there’s something so cute about that to me. throughout this entire fic, i was so amazed at the way that their relationship moved along so naturally and at such a good pace. i feel like there’s an art to making things move along at the right pace, and you definitely have that down!! i truly loved this fic so much and will probably be coming back at times to reread!

@havethetimeofyourstyles

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i am very in love with this!!! boxer!h is so freaking yummy plus it’s so well written that i can feel everything, which is so amazing. i love that i’m able to feel all the emotions and picture everything while reading!! my heart broke a bit for harry while he was sad and just looking for love in any way he could find it. like mega sigh. also, i love the way that the characters are introduced. like, y/n doesn’t come at the very beginning but it’s so natural when she’s finally introduced. and omg the interactions that they had??? the reassurances??? *chef’s kiss*

baby, it’s cold outside

before i even started reading this, i knew i would love it!!! teacher!h has a special place in my heart for some reason i truly love him so much!! oh my god the yearning in this piece is so heartbreaking!!!! i literally read through the entire thing thinking that i was going to cry because of how much i could feel y/n and harry yearning for each other. sigh this is so cute i will definitely be rereading (most likely multiple times)

bright & blooming

ahhh this is literally so cute i live for the long distance friendships + only seeing each other over the summer!!! that is literally so amazing to me that you love someone that much to wait all year to only see them for a month!!! and this was such a good representation of the love and yearning that come with that!!! and i absolutely adore the way that you described each of them and their nicknames for each other!!!! love love love!!!

where the world takes you

this is my study abroad dream!!!!! the loveliness of them meeting and drunk!harry is just so sweet i love it so much!!! and the way that the flashback is in the middle and explains everything is so genius!!! and the full circle of it all makes me so happy!!! also the way that i cried at the end of the four months!! like that was heartbreaking but everything was pieced back together as it went along!!!

extra credit

this is prof!h so you know it’s great!!! i am such a sucker for this au i swear. this was so cute!! the way that everything progressed and the confession and the tension!!!! and then the “Yours.” at that one part had me screaming!!! and the way that he literally had a plan oh my god that’s so cute!!!! i love their dynamic so much!!!

deep sleep

this is so :) :( :) :( if that makes sense!! like i love love love dad!harry but there are just a few things that make me want to sob <3 i absolutely adore it though!!!!! it’s very sweet how mr. styles comes out here comforting as he should!!!!

beautiful inside & out

this is so sweet oh my god it’s beautifully written and i really felt everything that was going on!! personally, i’m not a person of color, but i think that this piece truly was written so wonderfully and it’s very lovely!!!! the insecurities made me literally want to cry, but the way that h was there to comfort was very nice, it made me so soft!!

admiring

this is so sweet!! the background snippet in there is so well done i love getting to know exactly how they met!!! and the way that harry’s being admired is just!!! so good!!!! like i love the descriptions and the feelings connected to that!!!! the entire thing is just so cute!!

for your eyes only

i shed tears reading this!! like it is so sad but also so happy!! i know that makes no sense but there was just a sense of my heart breaking and then it being put back together again and i love that!!! definitely a fantastic use of ‘if i could fly’ which is one of my fav one direction songs so that’s just a plus honestly!!!

@greenorangevioletgrass

to feel good

miss ava!!!! coming out strong with your first harry fic!!!! it’s so lovely, so pure, so sweet!!!! the memories that are included make everything that much better!!! the flashback really fills out everything nicely!!! the interaction that the two of them had at the end was so comforting to read like... that’s literally one of the most wonderful endings i’ve ever experienced on a fic like this!!!

@adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy

demon!harry angel!y/n - a total of 51 blurbs, drabbles, and one-shots demon!y/n - a total of 8 blurbs, drabbles, and one-shots

yeah okay so there are...... a lot of things here so i’ll do a demon!harry + angel!y/n feedback thingy and a different one for demon!harry + demon!y/n demon!harry + angel!y/n: he’s such an asshole but he’s... already kinda turning soft like... he’s already got the little simp showing through!! “ When it comes to love, if it doesn’t hurt, it isn’t fun.” i’ll cry right here right now what the fuck is this?? sigh. “Tell me…” He gulps thickly, licking his burning lips in anticipation, “tell me you want me. Tell me this— whatever this is— tell me it’s real.” yeah that made me almost scream literally shut up andrea. also not me reading this and literally sobbing at some of the pieces like... no <3 “I promise on my soul— as damned as it may be— that I will not let anything bad happen to you. I swear.” i literally want to set myself on fire what the hell the things your brain comes up with literally what the fuck. i literally read all 51 pieces in a day and cried a million times but they were just because i’m soft for simprry. demon!harry + demon!y/n: okay so i am writing this after i’ve read the first two pieces and.... that escalated quite quickly i would say!!! if you like smut, you’ll like this!!!!!! if you like smut just go to andrea she’s got you!!!!! and we see some more simprry but not full swing because he doesn’t want to admit that he’s wrapped around her finger!!! and the way they’re not exclusive but they’re each other’s? *chef’s kiss*

@jawllines

harry is the bad boy cliché of y/n’s dreams, she just doesn’t know it yet

this is so very sweet, so very soft!! all the pet names have me crying omg it’s literally one of the cutest things!!!! the way harry is so soft for her and he’s just so sweet and so obvious about his feelings even though she doesn’t completely see it is so sweet!!!!

harry’s a porn star and y/n is new

i love their dynamic here!! they automatically click and everything between them is so genuine and lovely!!! the way that they care about each other so immensely even though they haven’t known each other that long is so beautiful!!

harry is y/n’s dominant

okay obviously this is like... smut but it’s so much more than that!!! their relationship is so sweet and lowkey domestic even from the very beginning and i love the trust that they have in each other!!! very cute!! and the ending was so so perfect!!!

y/n works in a roller rink and harry goes there to read

literally so sweet!!! the shy, kinda introverted h is to ide for!!!! and the way that they’re so cute together ahhh!!!!!! and i absolutely love the way that they support each other and are falling for each other before they even admit that they are!!!!

harry’s a vampire and y/n never dresses for the weather

i love how when they met it wasn’t on great terms and he couldn’t get her off his mind so he was like “no, stay away!” but he was already so whipped for her and then!!!! when he asked how to be warm for her??? that made me so soft i literally thought i was going to cry.

harry and y/n are best friends and y/n isn’t his “type” (or so she’s heard)

this is so absolutely soft!!! they’re so whipped for each other and don’t even know it!!! and miss y/n hearing things made my heart break but all was well at the end!!! love love love!!! the entire dynamic that they have is so fun plus there were peeks of jealous h so that’s always a win!!!

y/n and harry don’t really mesh well, until they do

we love a bit of an enemies to lovers moment!! and the whole “y/n’s being a good friend to jeff, that’s it” and the tension and the drunk cuteness and literally all of it, it’s so wonderful!! harry being a softie is one of my weaknesses and although he’s a bit mean at first, he redeems himself!!

harry’s on the football team and y/n steals a dog

this is absolutely so cute!!! y/n has such a beautiful little personality and harry feeling things with her even though his “reputation” is different than hanging out with people like her is so great!! and the way that he takes up for her and the way that she comforts him is so lovely!!

harry is y/n’s grumpy neighbor and he has a secret part 2

this is actually the second time that i’ve read this fic tbh!! it’s just so good!! the dynamic of him trying to stay away from her because it’s dangerous for her to be too close to him and then him trying even harder to stay away from her and hide his feelings only for her to make a move is golden.

y/n pretends to be harry’s girlfriend

okay this one hurt a bit at first. i wanted to flick h in the forehead at first for trying to make someone else jealous with y/n but he redeemed himself as he does so i shall let him off the hook this time haha. i think that the way that they progress is so sweet plus!!! everyone loves a good fake dating au!!!

werewolves exist... pt. 2

this is the first werewolf au i’ve read in a while and it’s actually really good!! i love how everything progressed and the way that harry was like.... this isn’t supposed to happen like this!!!! it’s all very cute and it’s very enemies to lovers-esque even though they aren’t enemies lmao

y/n delivers sweets and harry lives on the side of a mountain

this made me so sad tbh like... the fact that they treated harry so bad just because they judged him before they know him makes me so sad and i really wanted to punch some people but it’s a fictional universe so i can’t actually do that lol. but the way that y/n was with him made me so soft i really love this piece

y/n is on harry’s tour crew and harry just think’s she’s lovely

y/n is so sweet in this piece!!! it makes my heart hurt when harry gets overwhelmed and snaps but thankfully everything is well in the end and he gets his act together so that he can realize what is truly important!!!

harry is y/n’s criminology instructor part 2

this dynamic is an automatic yes and that’s on my love for this au. anyway, the way that he was like “it’s just a kiss” made me absolutely want to scream but i didn’t and thankfully i didn’t write him off as a prick because he’s actually so sweet and he takes care of her and loves her and just... he’s everything.

harry used y/n as a model for his art final

i wanted to smack harry upside the head so hard when he kept talking about his crush when y/n just wanted a good partner. thankfully he finally saw the light and realized that the only thing he wants is y/n by his side because y/n is there for him and cares about him and loves him

#fic recs #harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fluff #harry styles angst #harry styles smut #i was reading SO MUCH at the beginning of january but i've kinda dropped off :(#i'm hoping to read more this upcoming month though!!#i have three fics that i want to read before i go to bed but they'll be on the next list :)

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searchingforbucky · 4 years

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FIC REC (Part 15) :)

Hey guys! I’m sorry it took so long to get the next list out, but I completely scrapped my last one because after two weeks it just wasn’t turning out the way I wanted, so thanks to @bucky-smiles I followed my heart and did what I wanted. So! Now here is a fic rec list of one of my FAVORITE tropes, SOULMATES!! :) 💓 These are pretty much all happy endings because i’ve been feeling a bit down lately, so I hope this makes you as happy as they helped me feel :) *REMINDER: I am still adding to this, so if this is here, that means the list is not done :)*

Flowers Bloom by @revengingbarnes

This one is amazing. So this one is the “flowers bloom wherever their soulmate is hurt” idea. And it’s beautiful. The readers whole left arm is covered in flowers, and she rocks it with her whole heart. She meets a quiet neighbor when she moves to Romania, and the rest is history. This is an extremely emotional, and exciting, and all around lovely story that I will love forever with my whole heart. Also check out her other story Possession

The Florist by @buckyofthemyscira

Let’s talk about CUTE!! This one is about the soulmates sharing a tattoo that represents something about them. I LOVE flower/florist related stories. Bucky is so soft in this, he buys flowers for his ma, he thinks about his soulmate constantly, he’s just the best guy ever 🥺 this story is so beautiful and it’s written so so so well, it’s literally just such a beautiful well done story that made me so happy. Such a feel good fic, also check out her other amazing story Flashbacks

Howlite and Hearts by @authoressskr

This one is so unique, and SO under appreciated in my opinion. It’s a story where people have little dragons that represent themselves, and help connect them to their soulmate. I think it’s adorable, I love the way the dragons are representative of everyone, and honestly just the story, I’ve never read a story like it, its interesting and just really well done. I think my favorite part of it is Godzilla and his relationship with both the reader and Bucky. I’ve read this one multiple times, and it’s been awesome every time!

The Sound of Music by @delicatelyherdreams

This one is adorable. So this one is about how you can hear your soulmate singing in your head. So Bucky never heard songs in his head, until after everything happened, and suddenly there was someone trying to get to know him through song! Cue Bucky being scared of having a soulmate, and trying to shut her out. But the reader is determined! This was just such a cute story, Elle does an amazing job at picking the perfect songs to represent what they want to say. Also check out her amazing Seeing Stars.

Rose by @softlybarnes

This one was an emotional rollercoaster but it still was absolutely amazing. So this one was one where soulmates share each others scars. So when the reader was born, and was covered in scars, you can understand that it was a little shocking. She thought she didn’t have one. Bucky meets the reader at her cafe, and realizes they’re soulmates. Cue a bit of angst and self doubt and being scared of things you aren’t expecting. It’s beautiful, and so lovely. Also check out her wonderful stories Lettered and Teddy bear.

Silver and Gold by @the-omni-princess

This one was so interesting, and I loved the little details. So this one is about people having the first words their soulmate says to them on their wrists, BUT! So awesome, they change colors to colors that are significant to their soulmate which is so so cool. What’s even more unique? The fact that both Steve and Bucky said the same words to the reader, so now what? Cue awesome dynamics between the team, and awesome writing. It was a really good story. Also check out her stories Inked Wrists, Beauty and the Beast, and Sleeping Beauty.

The Owl and the Wolf by @waiting4inspiration

Spirit animal au! Yeeeeeees!! So this is so wonderful, I felt like squeezing everyone around me it was amazing. It was so fluffy, and shy nervous Bucky around his soulmate gives me the will to live and love for the rest of my life. The dynamic between everyone and their animals and the sass, amazing. It really is just a wonderful story and I had so much fun reading it. I might have liked the animals more than Bucky and the Reader ;)

This Has Never Happened Before by @trashpanda-barnes

oh man! Okay so this one is awesome, it’s technically a soulmate AU/reincarnation AUbut I don’t think it ever explicitly states it. It really is so cool and unique. The reader gets stood up on a date, and Bucky sees her through the window and is absolutely drawn to her. Cue the most amazing, ethereal experience they’ve ever had. They know each other intimately and solidly. They know each other's current lives and past lives. But they’ve just met, It’s really an immersive beautiful read, I felt like I could feel exactly what they could, it was honestly magical. And I’m sure they could say the same.

Say that again by @justsomebucky

So this one is super cool, and it’s where everyone hears a key word or phrase in their head from their soulmate, something only heard in person when the moment is right. It’s an AU where the reader works in a diner and Bucky is a hero who lost his arm saving a girl from a bus. He’s shy and very quiet and such a good guy. I love how she represents Bucky in this, a modern way of showing him as a hero and working in his missing arm. The support they show each other immediately? Amazing, love it.

Remember by @captainrogerss

So this is a story of Soulmates having their names written on each others arms, and guess which arm buckys was written on? Surprise, it was the left. But my favorite part of this is how it shows a small scene of him remembering her and forcing himself to remember her during his hydra times, and i love all of the connections each character has to each other, and of course Bucky waits until he needs to be with the reader to meet her. It really is adorable.

Maps by @moonstruckbucky

Loooove this one! So this one is where everyone has a red string of fate – also known as a ‘soulmate string’ – wrapped around their pinkie finger that only they can see. I’ve never seen a red string of fate written the way they’ve done it here, and it’s so different and it’s a LOVELY rollercoaster of emotions. I was :( in some parts but I was:D in others and it was just so so good. And it’s a Winter Soldier story which I LOVE seeing that dynamic between that character and the reader being soulmates.

Tod and Copper by @fanfictionavalanche

This is another sort of spirit animal story where everyone is born with a spirit animal, only visible to them and their soulmate, however with a touchable body, that guides them to their soulmate and vanishes when their duty is fulfilled. This one was CUTE. And boy did I get emotional when the end came, like I got attached that hard in a small fic 🥺 it was so adorable, and anything with animals is a big YES from me, also, the reader getting into trouble immediately is a big mood. Also, fox and the hound reference? Yes :)

Trying to Transmit, Can You Hear Me? By @ironstank

This one is short but sweet. So in this soulmates have a countdown to when they meet each other. My favorite part of this is just how focused on Bucky it is. It’s like little snippets into bucky's life where he thinks he doesn’t have a soulmate. It’s sad, but not enough to make you sad? Like just small heart pangs, but then he meets her. I like the open ending. It’s just a super cute story.

Snowflake by @all1e23

Hell yeah, love this one. This one has soulmates sharing a tattoo.. My favorite part is the relationship between Bucky and Steve. I love that brotherly relationship. Steve drags Bucky to a Christmas festival to get his mind off of his soulmate, and surprise surprise who does he find?? And I LOVE the fact that Bucky is paired with a Christmas living outgoing wonderful girl, it’s such a good paring. I always love Allies stories, and this is another example!

Hunger by @the-canary

this one is painful but Beautiful! So in this one everyone has their soulmates initials on their wrist. This one starts with self sacrificing bucky denying his soulmate. He does it in order to save them from himself, what a dork. It’s so painful because you get all of these peaks into their personal feelings and just how painful it is to exist without each other and to go through that pain, it really is tragic but there’s a happy ending! It’s worth it I swear haha.

Swindled Hearts by @panicfob

oh wow okay, so this one is definitely unique. This story is beautiful, every chapter is like a snapshot of their life. They were both stubborn and strong willed and sassy, but it was such a lovely story of them slowly coming together and learning to love and live with each other. Such domestic cuteness and fluuuuuuuff!! I really love how realistic it was, it didn’t jump into anything, it really just was a wonderful story, people were guarded and unwilling to love, but it prevailed in the end.

WOW OKAY! that was long, I'm sorry lol, but also I'm not. Thank you for reading to the end if you did! This was so fun for me to do :)

#soulmate au #bucky barnes soulmate au #bucky x you #bucky x y/n #bucky fic #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barns x reader #bucky au #ficrecs #bucky fanfic #the winter solider fanfiction #winter solider fanfiction #searchingforbucky

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I have wings, so why do I feel so stuck to the ground like never before? (Fic snippet #3)

Well okay, it’s obvious that you guys like this thunderbirds/DC superhero au, so here’s another snippet! XD

I’ll be honest, I was a bit scared to write the DC characters because I don’t really know them very well, so hopefully they turned out alright and not too OOC 😅 (I’m not really working from a certain DC canon, I’m just mixing and matching things that i know from Tv shows/movies/the odd comic I read, into a sort of DC/Thunderbirds world 😅)

I hope you guys enjoy! :D

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The wind was blowing strong today, he thought with a content smile, his eyes closed, letting the wind ruffle his feathers. He was standing on top of one of the tallest buildings in the city, in full uniform; mask and all.

His suit covered his whole body; the only places it didn't cover was the base of his wings and his head. It was a mix of brown and burgundy, matching his wings which were a mix of gold, mixes of red, ranging from bright red to burgundy. His wings were double the length of his arms when stretched out, and very powerful.

His suit was equipped with a thin protective layer of armour, as well as a small utility belt, and multiple hidden compartments where he hid all sorts of things. (mostly throwing knives or daggers, but there were other things in them as well of course.)

He had a pair of dual swords strapped to his thighs, which he could pull out at a moments notice. Last but not least, and maybe the most important part of his uniform, was his mask. It was a similar colour to his suit, covering the top part of his face. It was modelled to look like a bird of prey, a couple of his smallest feathers adorning it on either side.

He leapt from the building, letting himself fall for a couple of seconds before soaring into the sky, dancing around buildings. He dived up above the buildings and into the open sky, breaking through the clouds with a laugh; feeling the dampness from the clouds on his cheeks.

He flipped and turned, doing acrobatics between the clouds, the bright blue sky in the background cheering him on, the sun making the gold in his wings shine. He grinned as he flew past and around a couple of birds, who looked quite terribly confused by this half-bird, half-human creature flying next to them.

He dived down, plummeting through the clouds. He closed his eyes and brought his wings close to his body, letting himself freefall. He cheered in delight, enjoying how the wind batted at his cheek, before snapping his wings open just as he was about to hit the ocean, stopping his descent.

He zoomed across the ocean, the water parting on either side of him. The coastline of the city came into view, and to the far right of the city was a small island with a single building on top.

He pulled up into the air, gaining altitude and headed straight for that island and the building on it. He positioned his legs in front of him as he came into land, his wings acting as windbreaks, slowing him down as his feet hit the ground with speed.

He stumbled slightly but caught himself, turning that would be fall into a step; striving forward towards the front door. There was a camera sitting above the door which narrowed on him as he approached.

A bright yellow beam came out of it, scanning him from his head to his toes before flashing green.

'Recognise, Tb03, Phoenix'

The door slid open, and he walked in, heading downstairs to the training room and slipped in unnoticed by most of the other people in the room. Though he was pretty sure Red Robin and Nightwing noticed his appearance; even though one of them was sparring at the moment.

And why was he sneaking into the training room unnoticed? Because the reactions to him suddenly appearing were the best, he thought with a smirk as he quietly came to stand next to Beast Boy, watching Nightwing's and Aqualad's sparring match.

Impulse whispered loudly to Beast Boy. "Who do you think going to win?"

"My money's on Nightwing; he's a bat!" Beast Boy exclaimed, gesturing with both his hands at the fight in front of them. "Of course, he's going to win!"

"urh, Aqualad is an Atlantean.." Blue Beetle added in, his arms crossed against his chest. "He obviously has the advantage, so I think Aqualad is going to win..."

"How can you say that?" Beast Boy gasped, looking at Blue Beetle like he stomped on his most beloved possession in front of him. "Nightwing is a bat! That's a pretty big advantage!" Beast Boy crossed his arms. "isn't that right Red?"

Red Robin glanced up from his wrist computer with an unimported look, said nothing and turned back to his computer. Beast boy blink for a second, before diving right into an argument with Blue Beetle, going on about why Nightwing would win and why Aqualad wouldn’t.

Beast Boy oddly reminded him of his brother Gordon, but younger, green and hairy or well furry as Beast Boy would say. Those two would get along like two peas in a pod; he thought with a small bittersweet smile as he took in the training fight in front of him.

Both Nightwing and Aqualad were equally matched, keeping up with the other easily. Seeing as this was a training fight, neither was going fully all the way to take the other out. It was most likely to end in a tie then either of them winning.

"I don’t think either will win..." He spoke for the first time since entering the room, leaning back on his left foot, his arms crossed with a nonchalant look on his face. “They’re both too evenly matched, it’s most likely going to end in a tie than a solid win...”

"AH!" Beast boy startled and jumped back in surprised, turning into a startled hissing cat for a second before turning back into himself. "Don't do that, dude! When did you get here?!"

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Red Robin snicker. He tilted his head, "I been here for ages, didn't you notice?" He grinned lightly, his wings shifting behind him in his amusement.

Blue Beetle started laughing silently to himself. Wonder Girl shook her head, a small smile on her face.

"Yeah, he been there for a couple of minutes now, hasn't he?" Impulse added, looking confused at Beast Boy before grinning at him. "Hey, Phoenix!"

"Hey.." He waved casually, grinning.

Beast Boy's cheek were flushed pink and was now half-heartedly glaring at him, "I hate you, you know that?"

"Sure, sure whatever you say..." He chuckled, trying not to seem bothered by what Beast Boy had just said. (It was just a joke, it was just a joke, it was just a joke!)

In the time he has been talking with Beast Boy, Nightwing and Aqualad had finished their sparring match; calling it a tie. "Good, Phoenix, you're here.." Nightwing smiled, before crossing his arms and getting stern. "What took you so long? Training started half an hour ago."

"I must have lost track of time; the wind was really perfect for flying today, you know?" He shrugged as he grinned up at Nightwing, not even slightly bothered that 'The Nightwing' was frowning at him, he grew up with Scott Tracy as his big brother, he has seen worst looks. "I couldn't help myself, honest..."

Nightwing's eyebrows pinched together for a moment as he regarded him, before sighing and turning to the rest of the people in the room. "Alright sparring partners, Beast Boy, you're with Impulse-"

Beast Boy and Impulse grinned at each other.

"-Blue Beetle, you're with Aqualad-"

Blue and Aqualad nodded at each other.

"Wonder Girl, you're training with Miss Martian-"

The two girls smiled at each other.

"-And Phoenix, you're going to be training with Red Robin and Me." Nightwing finished, his hands on his hips, pleased with his choices.

Beast Boy laughed, "Ooooh, should have arrived on time, dude.." Beast Boy teased, lightly hitting his shoulder before running over to join his sparring partner on one of the sparring arenas.

He rolled his eyes. The truth was more likely that, no matter how much he wanted to forget, he was a highly trained assassin and so It just made sense that Nightwing would make it a bit more challenging for him.

He stepped into the arena with Nightwing and Red Robin.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds 2004 #original thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #alan tracy #Scott Tracy #Gordon Tracy #Virgil Tracy #John Tracy #crossover #dc comics #nightwing #red robin #beast boy #miss martian #wonder girl #blue beetle #aqualad

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“Do You Trust Me?” Chapter 2/Conclusion

HEYYYY GUYS. Back in February, I wrote a few fics for @lovesquarefluffweek, including one called “Do You Trust Me?” that was based on a few of my favorite scenes in Aladdin and ended on a bit of a cliffhanger 😅

I am pleased to tell you that I have FINALLY finished the second and final part of this fic! (I wanted to finish it in time for Ladrien June, but alas...t’was not meant to be). I’d highly recommend reading Chapter One before moving on to this one, if you haven’t already.

I want to thank the amazing @youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal for beta reading/proofreading this piece and the lovely @macaronsforchat for motivating me to finish it once and for all! Y’all ROCK!!

AO3

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Adrien never tired of feeling wind dance though his hair as he vaulted across Paris as Chat Noir. There was a confidence involved with every burst of air, an assuredness that he COULD be his own person and ensure his own freedom, at least for a little while.

He’d leapt over rooftops and soared high above the city more times than he could count. He loved it--how could he not??--but it was normal to him by now. He’d grown used to it.

…...but Adrien would never grow used to soaring over Paris in the arms of his Lady.

Seeing the city from Ladybug’s perspective took Adrien’s breath away….which was a little embarrassing, considering he’d seen all these landmarks from above dozens, if not hundreds of times, AND typically accompanied by Ladybug herself.

But being gathered in her arms as she swung across the city? Untransformed and completely dependent on her for safety?

It was just an extension of the trust he felt for her as Chat…..and it was invigorating.

….especially considering he became more and more certain who lay beneath her mask with every leap she took.

...

Marinette was observant.

Perhaps a little too observant when it came to Adrien. (At least according to Alya, anyway).

But Alya didn’t notice the things Marinette did.

Such as the way Adrien had slowly been deflating over the past week.

She sensed it in the smiles that didn’t quite meet his eyes.

In the snippets of overheard phone calls in which Adrien looked pained and the person on the other line--presumably his father or Nathalie--sounded angry.

And in the way he looked just as sad as Alya--if not more so--when Nino didn’t show up for school for multiple days due to a bout with the flu.

By Friday, Marinette ached to ask Adrien what was wrong because she just KNEW something had to be wrong. So she did.

He didn’t say much. Just a hasty, “Oh, I’m alright! Just a bit tired, that’s all...I’ve had a busy week.”

Marinette didn’t believe him for a minute. She wanted to help him so badly, but wasn’t sure how…

And then she realized.

Perhaps it would be difficult to help him as Marinette…..but Ladybug would have an easier time at it.

….

After a half hour or so of exploring the city, Ladybug swung unto a nearby rooftop and gently set Adrien down before reeling in her yo-yo.

“This spot has a great view of the river,” she explained, sitting down and gesturing for Adrien to follow suit.

Adrien did just that, heart still racing from the exhilaration of the ride (and from the close proximity to his lady, of course).

“Would you like a macaron?” Ladybug asked, revealing a small paper bag tucked away beside a chimney. She retrieved a cookie from the bag and offered it to Adrien with a warm smile.

Adrien accepted the gift and took a bite. His breath caught as the familiar flavor dissolved over his tongue. “Is this passionfruit flavored?”

Ladybug nodded (perhaps a bit smugly).

“That’s my favorite!! How did you know?”

She shrugged with a coy grin. “A hero never reveals her secrets.”

...only one other person had ever offered Adrien a passionfruit macaron.

And she just so happened to be the same person who’d recently helped Adrien escape a rooftop similar to the one he and Ladybug were seated on now.

Marinette.

Adrien bit his lip, stealing a glance at his Lady—at....Marinette?—as she gazed at the stars and nibbled on a macaron.

He’d never spent this much time with her without a miraculous—unless, of course, she and Marinette were indeed the same person.

He was 90% sure of her identity this point…the passionfruit macarons she’d brought him only contributed more puzzle pieces to the final image that had been growing in his mind ever since she’d reached out to him earlier in the night....but the remaining 10% insisted it couldn’t be true, that it would be too good to be true, that Ladybug would be ANGRY with him if it were true so he might as well try to forget about the possibility and move on with his life.

Still, if his Lady really WAS Marinette, he couldn’t just keep it a secret from her. He had to tell her the truth.

And if she wasn’t? If the uncanny similarities between the two of them that sent his heart racing were just coincidences?

No harm done then.

(There wasn’t a pang in Adrien’s chest at that thought. No way.)

….

"...so....do you want to talk about it?"

Adrien's pulse skyrocketed.

"What? Huh?? Talk about what??"

Did she know?

Did she know he knew??

Ladybug cocked her head at him, seemingly puzzled.

"About whatever's bothering you. We don't have to, if you don't want to. I just thought it might help."

Adrien let out a relieved sigh.

"Oh! That."

He supposed the "sorry I figured out your secret identity, but in my defense, it was only because you’re just so amazingly wonderful" conversation could wait a bit longer.

"Well, I mean....”

What harm was there in telling Ladybug...in telling Marinette...what was bothering him?

She was a superhero. She was probably as good at keeping secrets as he was.

"My father....well, I haven't really seen much of him this week....and I wonder if it's because he doesn't really want to see ME. I see Nathalie, my father's assistant, all the time...but this week she's just been acting like him. Cold. Only seeming to notice the things I do wrong.”

A dark scowl passed over Ladybug’s face.

"Don't get me wrong, I love my father!!" Adrien insisted as he caught a glimpse of the storm clouds brewing in Ladybug’s eyes.

"It's just....this week he's being less supportive than usual. Yeah, that's it. And then, one of my best friends has been absent from school for the past few days because he's sick. Usually I'm able to talk to him about this stuff and he makes it easier, but now I can't even visit him....and I don't want to text him about it, because what if my Father or Nathalie take my phone and find out?? They'd be so disappointed in me... And I already feel bad enough for telling Nino about some of my problems...I didn't want to burden any of my other friends with them..."

A wave of sadness and clarity rolled over Ladybug's shoulders at that final statement. No wonder Adrien hadn't gone into any specifics with her at school.

".....I probably shouldn't be telling you this…” Adrien muttered after a few seconds of contemplation, gazing down to the ground below. “You already have the weight of the world on your shoulders, you don't need my personal problems added to the mix...I’m sorry…..”

"Adrien.”

The sharpness in Ladybug’s tone snapped Adrien out of his lonesome stupor.

Ladybug placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it.

“Listen to me....you are NOT a burden. And you are NOT in the wrong for wishing your father and Nathalie treated you differently.”

Adrien knew that. Deep down, somewhere, he knew it, even if it was hard to believe.

It still felt good to hear Ladybug say it though.

But she wasn’t done.

"...you are so loved, Adrien.

You are loved in ways and to lengths you don't even realize, in ways you can’t even IMAGINE. I guess the main reason I brought you out here tonight was so I could tell you that."

".....how could you know that?" Adrien breathed softly.

"Oh...a bug has her ways...." Ladybug replied with a gentle smile. "And you trust me, don't you, Adrien? You know I’m telling the truth.”

That sealed the deal. It was official.

Ladybug was in fact Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And suddenly, Adrien didn’t want to keep this knowledge to himself any longer.

“You know, I’ve also been having a bit of trouble with school,” Adrien said, trying to conceal a wobble in his voice. “You know that reading assignment Ms. Bustier assigned us to analyze this weekend? I just don’t understand it.”

“Wait, really?” Marinette asked, cocking an eyebrow. “I didn’t think it was too bad. Maybe I can help you with it before Monday.”

Adrien’s breath caught in his throat.

A wave of nausea struck Marinette as her brain caught up to her tongue. She slammed on her breaks...but the car ahead of her was already hit.

“.......uh. I mean…….”

Oh no. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. This WASN’T REAL. Adrien could NOT know she was his classmate.

It was okay. She could fix this. Ladybug could fix this.

“I mean, I Alya told me all about the reading assignment earlier today!!!! We talk sometimes because of her Ladyblog, that’s all….”

She made the mistake of glancing at Adrien...and any remaining words fizzled out on her tongue...because he was gazing at her as if she’d hung all the stars in the sky.

There was a softness...an assuredness in his gaze unlike anything Marinette had ever known.

Adrien had never looked at her—with or without her mask—like this before.

Luka had never looked at her like this.

Even Chat Noir, with all his pining and devotion and declarations of love, had never looked at her like this..

Adrien’s eyes seemed to capture her entire being. He saw all of her...he looked like he’d spent a lifetime searching for his other half and had finally found it in her.

“....it’s you,” he whispered softly. Reverently.

“Marinette.”

The logical part of Marinette screamed for her to DENY and ESCAPE before it was too late.

……..but the corner of her heart that had never quite given up on Adrien refused to settle for

that.

“I….okay…..I’m Marinette...” she breathed.

Adrien’s eyes shone. “I knew it.”

“But….but...but how did you know?” Marinette asked.

“Uh….” Adrien hesitated. He couldn’t really explain how he’d figured it out without compromising his own identity...and would Marinette want him to do that?

Fortunately, he was spared from facing this predicament for the time being because Marinette was talking again.

“I mean, I’ve barely been the guardian for a month! I thought I was being so CAREFUL, but somehow you figured it out and if YOU figured it out, what if someone ELSE figured it out?? Oh GOSH I am a HORRIBLE guardian and everyone probably knows my secret identity now and this is SO BAD--” “Woah, slow down!!” Adrien interjected with a chuckle, taking Marinette’s hand in his own and giving it a gentle squeeze. “You are definitely NOT a horrible guardian. You’re the most amazing person ever!! You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. And no one else knows! Don’t worry: your secret is safe with me.”

Marinette gazed at him, a blush glowing faintly on her cheeks and the hint of a smile gracing her face.

Perhaps Adrien knowing her identity wouldn’t be so bad. She WAS the guardian now, after all, and had more responsibilities than ever. He could help keep her secret, maybe even help her come up with excuses if she needed to leave school more often.

….but Chat Noir would be disappointed when she told him Adrien Agreste had figured out her identity before he learned it for himself.

Wait.

Chat Noir.

Suddenly, Marinette remembered icy blue eyes bearing the grief of a hundred restless, lonely nights boring into her.

Oh no.

Oh NO.

“Oh no, no, NO, Adrien, you CAN’T know who I am, this is so bad, this is so bad, the last time this happened….oh gosh, oh no--”

Adrien’s face blanched as Ladybug--Marinette--his lady began to shake.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Please don’t cry, it’ll be okay, I won’t tell anyone, I promise…..”

Adrien was sitting closer to her now, rubbing circles into her back in an attempt to calm her down and unable to comprehend why his lady was so distraught when she’d seemed alright just a minute ago.

Normally, Marinette would have been over the moon to be so close to Adrien.

But the thought of poor Chat Noir all alone in a barren Paris was too horrible to be chased away by Adrien’s close proximity.

“It’s all my fault…..” Marinette wept. “I’m a horrible Ladybug...I can’t even keep my identity a secret and now Chat Noir will suffer for it….”

Adrien stiffened. What did Chat Noir have to do with any of this?

“You are NOT a horrible Ladybug, Marinette….” Adrien assured her. “It’s not your fault that I found out your identity, honestly! Why is this so bad?”

Was HE the problem? Did Marinette already know his identity? Was she disappointed?

Marinette bit her lip, straining to hold back tears that threatened to continue falling.

“...the last time you found out my identity, Chat Noir was akumatized….” she sniffled.

Adrien’s stomach plummeted. “Wait, what? What do you mean? What last time? And I--er--I never saw any footage of Chat Noir as an akuma! I mean, unless you count Copycat, which I don’t.”

Adrien wished he could forget THAT day.

“You’re right, he hasn’t been akumatized…” Marinette agreed. “...not anymore, anyway.”

Shadows of an abandoned city haunted Marinette’s eyes as she gazed out over Paris. Adrien couldn’t see what she was seeing...and yet he shuddered .

“But in an alternate timeline…” Marinette whispered. “...you found out my identity. And somehow it led to Chat Noir finding out my identity….which led to him being akumatized.”

An alternate timeline? A faint shudder glided along Adrien’s shoulders, phantoms of a life he never lived chilling him to the bone.

“But….but how? I only figured out your identity today,” Adrien replied.

“It wasn’t always this way….do you remember the beret I brought you from your fanclub in Brazil?”

“Yeah! I love that beret! But that was a while ago...what does that have to do with this?”

Ladybug bit her lip. “Well….that beret was actually from me. Marinette. I meant to give it to you as Marinette, but you weren’t home...so I left it in your room as Ladybug. In the original timeline, I signed my name on the card and bugged out without being seen...or at least that’s what I thought. But then Bunnix grabbed me and brought me to the future that mistake led to...a future where Chat Noir had been akumatized and...and bad things happened.

“It isn’t that I don’t trust you Adrien, I do!! But somehow, you learning my secret identity led to Chat’s akumatization….”

Adrien considered his next words carefully. If he’d been akumatized for knowing Ladybug’s identity in the past--or, well, in the future--he had to tell her the truth about his own identity.

Maybe doing so would prevent anything bad from happening this time around.

“Well, I’m not sure why Chat Noir would have gotten akumatized...but I think I know how he was able to figure out your identity….” he said thoughtfully.

“What? How??”

“Well, Chat and I both have a similar...perspective on things…” Adrien said slowly. “...you could say that, if I figured out your identity, Chat would too.”

“but...but...you mean you told him?” Marinette asked incredulously. “I don’t understand.”

Adrien bit his lip before continuing. “Well, when two beautiful girls, one with a mask and one without, ask you to trust them twice in the same week, it’s hard NOT to see behind the second girl’s mask and find the first girl beneath.”

Ladybug’s eyes narrowed, the gears in her head turning. “But...I barely talked to you as Marinette last week...the only other person I asked to trust me is….”

Her breath caught in her throat.

“Chat.”

A roguish glint twinkled in Adrien’s eye.

“We should hang out like this more often, m’lady.”

….

“Oh my gosh. Ohhh my gosh. Oh my GOSH OH MY GOSH.”

Marinette was hyperventilating, looking around in every direction but at Adrien, as if searching for some sort of clarity in the vast city sprawling below them.

“You’re Chat Noir. You’re CHAT NOIR. YOU’VE BEEN CHAT NOIR ALL THIS TIME OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH it all makes SENSE but it also DOESN’T OH GOSH.”

“Are...are you upset?” Adrien dared to ask as Marinette paused to take a few breaths. “I know you wanted us to keep our identities a secret, but--” “Upset?” Marinette let out a strained laugh. “No, no, I’m not upset. I just….all this time...two of the people I care about more than anything in the world...they’ve been the same person. It’s just...I...it’s a lot to process…”

“Believe me.” Adrien squeezed her hand gently. “I know the feeling.

“Do you want me to transform? Would that make you feel more comfortable with...all this?”

“No, no!!” Marinette stuttered, gesturing about. “I mean! If you want to transform, that’s fine! But if you don’t want to, that’s fine too! Whatever you want to do...anything is fine.”

Her gaze was still distant. She wouldn’t look at him.

“...are you thinking about the future?” Adrien asked, trying to ignore the pit of dread slowly forming in his gut.

“....maybe….” Marinette replied softly. She clenched her eyes shut, as if to chase away the images haunting her mind.

“Do you want to talk about it? Maybe we can figure out how I got akumatized back then, figure out how to keep it from happening again.”

“No…” Marinette took a deep breath. “I think it might be best if I took you home. I don’t want your father discovering you’ve been gone for so long, considering how he’s been treating you this week.

“Or, you know, if you’d rather transform and go home yourself, that’s alright too! I just...I think I need more time to think about all this. Before we figure out how things are going to work from here.”

“Will I need to give my miraculous back?”

Marinette finally looked at him at that.

“Are you kidding? No one can be my partner but you, Chaton. You’re irreplaceable. You know that.”

She caressed his palm with the tip of her thumb.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

For a few seconds, Marinette and Adrien sat in silence...Marinette finding the partner she’d grown to depend on and care for so much in the features of the boy she’d loved from the day they met, and Adrien seeing beyond the mask of his lady for the girl who’d been there for him since they shared an umbrella on a fateful rainy day.

Adrien broke the silence with a whispered request.

“...do you mind taking me home? I think Plagg is asleep in my jacket, and I’d hate to wake him.”

“...I’d be happy to.”

…..

It was our love that did this to the world, m’lady.

The words echoed in Ladybug’s head like a warning siren as she soared over Paris, their volume only amplified by the proximity of the boy she cradled in her free arm.

Chat Noir loved her.

ADRIEN loved her.

And that love had destroyed their world.

Learning the identity of her partner brought many of the walls Marinette had constructed around her feelings crashing down. She now understood just how deeply she cared for Chat Noir...understood why the feelings lingering beneath the surface of her subconscious felt right, even though she loved Adrien so much already.

Those feelings were one and the same. And now?

They were stronger and ever.

But new walls were already sprouting to take the place of the old ones.

Because now, loving Adrien--AND loving Chat--meant risking everything.

Paris.

The world.

And above all….Adrien himself.

Marinette never wanted him to suffer the heartache and devastation his alternate counterpart had. How could she confess her feelings to him when she knew the horrible outcome that could follow it? That had ALREADY followed it?

Maybe Bunnix wouldn’t be able to save them this time.

She couldn’t reveal her feelings. Not yet, anyway.

It wasn’t safe.

….

“Thank you for tonight, Mari...uh...Ladybug...I feel better than I have in a long time.”

A smile tugged at Marinette’s lips as she swung to a stop at Adrien’s window and helped her partner climb inside. She remained outside, still held taut by her yo-yo string. “I’m glad I was able to help...even if YOU took our discussion in a direction I never would have expected.”

Adrien smirked. “Cats have a way of bringing things out of the bag.”

Marinette rolled her eyes with a grin. “So I’ve learned.”

“You know, speaking of our discussion....” Adrien leaned out over the railing until he was looking up at Ladybug as she dangled a few feet above him. “Hearing you say how loved I am as Ladybug reminded me of how compassionate and caring you are as Marinette, which was more or less definitive proof that you ARE Marinette, you know?

“But...even if that was a very ‘Marinette’ thing of you to say...I can’t help but wonder who you were referring to. Who could love me that much?”

“Uhh, uhhhh…..”

Marinette was blushing and CURSING herself for blushing because this was a matter of literal life-and-death but she just couldn’t help it. She’d been relying on the elusiveness of her identity to conceal the fact she was talking about her own love for Adrien as Ladybug, but now that they knew each other’s identities, that elusiveness had been nullified...and she’d basically admitted her feelings to Adrien already.

“Our friends!” she finally stuttered, doing her best to sound casual.

“Our friends love you! And our teachers! And myself, of course, because of COURSE I love you! Er, as my friend! Just like Alya loves you! Or Nino!”

Adrien couldn’t help but smile at her rambling explanation, even if the words themselves weren’t quite what he was hoping for. There was the Marinette he knew and...well…

He didn’t allow his mind to finish that statement.

“That’s what I figured!” he replied with a smile. “I just wanted to make sure.”

“Well, anyway, I should probably head home…” Marinette said, already envisioning flopping on her bed and shrieking at Tikki for a couple of hours. “I still have some studying to do.”

“I guess I’ll see you at school on Monday,” Adrien replied. “Or maybe for patrol before then?”

“Maybe!” Marinette replied with a smile. “And Adrien…

“If you ever need to escape or just, you know, sneak out and hang out with our friends...just let me know. Ladybug is always willing to protect an unsuspecting akuma target or potential akuma victim by stealing him away for a few hours.”

There was a hint of truth in the latter part of that statement that didn’t really resonate with Marinette until it left her tongue. Adrien, fortunately, didn’t seem to pick up on it at all, as his face was beaming.

“I’ll definitely take you up on that, m’lady.”

“Good. Well, uh...bug out, I guess!”

Marinette tugged on the yo-yo string, prepared to make her exit as gracefully as possible.

...but her yo-yo apparently had other plans tonight.

Perhaps by chance, perhaps by luck, or perhaps by divine kwami intervention, Ladybug’s yo-yo did not send her shooting into the sky as it normally did. Rather, it sent her barreling downward.

Not too far downward, fortunately.

Just far enough to crash into Adrien’s lips with her own.

The first few seconds were a kaleidoscope of emotions and feelings and sensations because THEY HADN’T DISCUSSED THEIR FEELINGS and this would make things AWKWARD and ADRIEN DIDN’T THINK MARINETTE LIKED HIM THAT WAY AT ALL and MARINETTE COULDN’T LET ADRIEN KNOW JUST HOW MUCH SHE CARED because THE WORLD WAS AT STAKE.

...but the softness of Adrien’s lips against hers rapidly tore down the walls Marinette had hastily constructed barely an hour ago.

He loved her.

She loved him.

Maybe their situation was complicated, sure, but...they loved each other.

Maybe the world was at stake...but it had always been the two of them against the world, hadn’t it?

Adrien’s first instinct was to go rigid as Marinette melted into the kiss. She didn’t like him, right? She just wanted to be friends, right?? This couldn’t be happening...right??? But as Ladybug gently cradled his face with her hand, Adrien realized he might have been wrong about all that.

It would have been quite a sight for the papers and blogs. Paris’s favorite hero and their favorite star, tenderly expressing their love for one another under a moonlit sky.

But Lady Luck was on their side tonight...the streets of Paris were quiet.

This moment was theirs and theirs alone.

….

“...so...I think I understand who you were referring to earlier….” Adrien whispered, eyes wide.

“You know….when you said I was loved in ways I couldn’t even imagine….”

Marinette’s eyes twinkled as she brushed a lock of golden hair behind his ear and leaned in to press a kiss against his cheek.

“You always were a smart kitty.”

The rational part of Marinette’s brain reminded her of why she’d been so adamant not to let this happen in the first place, and she flinched.

“We can talk more about...this...on patrol…” she said, “but for now...let’s just agree to keep everything between us, okay?”

Perhaps in the other timeline, she and Adrien had dated publicly, which led to Hawkmoth discovering their identities, Marinette reasoned. Keeping their feelings for one-another a secret might allow them to be together while also protecting themselves.

“Whatever you say, m’lady,” Adrien replied dreamily.

He didn’t need the world to know how lucky he felt to love and be loved by such an amazing girl.

All that mattered was that he knew.

“Goodnight, my beautiful princess…” he whispered.

Marinette blushed, the warmth of their kiss still lingering on her lips and the joy of finally, FINALLY expressing her feelings to Adrien bringing tears to her eyes.

They’d find a way to make this work.

They WERE Ladybug and Chat Noir, after all.

“Sleep well, my prince.”

...

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING! I hope it was worth the wait!! :)

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egg-emperor · 4 years

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do you have any tips for writing eggman?

One of the biggest things I love to see with written Eggman is dialogue that you can actually hear. That’s why in my fics, I always try to capture his essence with every line. Random dialogue for him comes to my mind out of nowhere all the time so I always make sure to write it down. I’ve had ideas like that where one line can prompt entire story concepts so it’s good to remember them.

Listening to lines from him often helps me come up with more, even if I’ve already heard them many times before. Revisiting them so many times can result in your perspective of them changing multiple times, along with your views and opinion on his actions and characteristics. I think that if you’re starting out you could practice creating dialogue for him by taking a few lines from official media, playing with them a bit, changing it up or adding your own lines to it to see if it fits with the way he talks.

Memorizing certain vocabulary he uses in canon can help when you’re trying to make it sound like he’s actually the one speaking. It’s important to focus on your dialogue and see if it would sound right if it was actually being spoken as part of a real script. What helps me is that hearing the Mike Pollock voice in my head can help me further determine that. And if something feels off, I keep changing it up until the flow sounds right. After some practice, you will likely get the hang of it and it’ll come to you without having to check official examples. Or not, but that’s perfectly fine!

Something great about writing him is the really interesting range he has that you can work with. The words he uses, how clearly he speaks and his tone can be very different depending on the situation. For example, sometimes he talks a lot more clear and pronounced like “I don’t/do not know” but the next he could say “I dunno”. A professional situation or confrontation can be very different from a casual situation where he is more relaxed. I like it when that’s explored instead of just sticking to one or the other. It can be fun to give it a try yourself, too!

Now, for his actual characterization. There’s a lot to be covered about what I think feels right in the way he acts. Keep in mind that I’m not saying that anyone absolutely has to take my advice and this is by no means me forcing anyone to write Eggman in any way they don’t want to. Everyone is entitled to their own creative freedom. But since you’ve asked me for tips, I’m sharing my own views and personal methods.

It’s really important to think to yourself ‘is this really something that Eggman would say or do, even in theory? Or is this just something that I’d want to hear him say?’ When it comes to creating entirely new situations for him that’s never happened in canon before, it’s best to ensure that it still stays accurate to the official Eggman’s essence. If you’re writing it to match the canon and not as an AU, at least.

I’ve never written him as a kind person or anything like that since my favorite way to write is him being full of life and energy when it comes to doing what he loves- but the base of his personality/behavior is that he’s smug, confident, rude, funny and a downright bastard when getting dirty work done. I like to embrace that he doesn’t have to be a good person to be a great, lovable and charming character. That’s one of the reasons why I love him so much in the first place.

But from how I wrote years ago to the way I do now, I’ve since learned a lot more about keeping him more accurately in character. I went back and edited my old stuff when I realized sometimes I was only having him say or do something that I might have wanted to see him do at the time, not something that he would likely ever really do.

There are a lot of concepts that don’t really work for the main game Eggman that I’ve seen in fics before. Such as him secretly being a nice person. He’s a bad guy and the actual likelihood of him being redeemed is pretty much impossible. Or him secretly being genuinely kind and sympathetic towards others because he has low empathy in a lot of canon media.

I also don’t enjoy seeing the implication that he’d be regretful of the evil things he’s done because it isn’t a shameful or guilty process for him. He causes a lot of trouble and suffering and is aware of it. And he never cares about what he puts others through to get what he wants. He’ll also never give up on his dreams of taking over the world and nobody can talk him out of it.

I don’t think the entire canon needs to be matched up 100% in fan content because sometimes things can be changed for the better. But when it comes to the core of the actual characters themselves, I like it when their best portrayals are respected and expanded upon in fanfiction rather than changed entirely.

But if there’s something that you want him to do that doesn’t seem that accurate to his canon portrayal, you could always have it as an alternate what-if thing! Keep in mind that I don’t want anyone to feel like they can’t write what they really want to and I encourage everyone to embrace creative freedom. It’s just that this helps me with my own writing since I prefer not to create AUs most of the time. (When I do, I keep canon Eggman's canon personality involved at least.) And after years of carefully studying game canon Eggman, I’m very specific about what I personally like to see. But to each their own!

To wrap this up, I’ll put a snippet from one of my older posts that I think summarizes some points I made here well:

“Please keep in mind that I’m not saying that no fan content can ever contain or explore him doing anything that doesn’t match canon- because I’m sure people can make that interesting even if it’s not my cup of tea. I’m just saying that stuff like that seems to be commonly presented as if Eggman is really like this in official material.

But also what I would really like to see more of is things that canon Eggman does best: Parading around with his big ego, having pride and enjoyment in creating his plans, his confidence and snark when he carries them out, the way he taunts Sonic, tricks and messes with others, strikes fear into the hearts of those affected by his plans and the lack of empathy he seems to have for anyone that happens to get caught up in the effects.

And again, I’m not saying people aren’t allowed to explore different outcomes with fan work, that’s part of what makes creating your own content fun in the first place, to decide what happens for yourself. But to me, evil is fun to write and villains being evil and exploring their motives behind the things they do is interesting. It’s personally my own favorite thing to create content of and I wish it was a more of a common thing.”

I hope this can help out in some way. Let me know what you think! I’d love to see more people attempt to write Eggman because while I do have some recommendations on the list to read now, I’m always looking for more. :D

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skalidra · 4 years

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Hi there. I really love your fics they are all very good. This is just something funny I recently found out or at least I think that it is funny. I am not sure if you ever watched NBC Hannibal, but well this show about cannibals is on Netflix right now and more people are watching it. The most popular ship is Will Graham a dog loving, empath able to get into the mindset of killers and Hannibal Lecter who is a very good looking cannibal psychiatrist who are both in their 30s or 40s

Anyway the Hannigram ship is supremely popular in the Hannibal fandom. But apparently now some people are offended at it because they think it is toxic, which admittedly the relationship is very intense and manipulative, but it is also a very interesting dynamic and the actors are just awesome at making the dynamic be just great But apparently there is some subset that have an issue with their age gap which is probably 10 years or more. And that part is just.

So the age issue is just why? 1st the characters are both i middle aged, 2nd it is a show about CANNIBALISM and assorted other horrible people and 3rd I really feel that the pepole who have issue with the ship will have a hard time trying to make it all clean because that is not this show. I actually only watched snippets of it because well it's a great show but I don't really like horror. Anyway sorry for the ramble. It is a show worth checking out. I hope you have a great day!

I have seen Hannibal! At least, most of it. Hell yeah. And I made the most squinty weird face when I read all of this.

Like, what? My lovelies, my dears, if an age gap between two middle-age men is your problem with Hannigram, you are missing the point. (Spoilers, but if you’re more worried about an age gap than one half of the couple literally force-feeding the other a human ear???? WHAT?!)

Of course it’s toxic! The entire freaking show is literally about manipulation and murder and cannibalism! Like, the whole thing is just about these two guys trying to manipulate and frame and kind of weirdly court each other while everyone else tries to actually solve serious and horrifying crimes. There is very little about this relationship - platonic, romantic, or sexual, whatever you prefer - that is not fucked up in some way.

Honestly though, like, everyone in this whole subset can kiss my ass. Hannigram is about as close to canon as you can get without them literally stating they’re fucking in the show. Like, adopted daughter, ran away together, ‘Does he love me?’, the whole shebang. This is a thing. And duh it’s toxic. Duh it’s unhealthy. Of course it is. No one without actual mental health problems is going to look at Hannigram and go, “That’s relationship goals right there. Cannibalism, dual murder, and attempted killing of each other on multiple occasions. That’s what I want.”

If you are not here for fucked up, Hannigram is simply not for you, friends.

(I uh, watched partway into the third season and then there was an intensely disturbing backwards-crawling deer-head-corpse thing and my brain went NOPE and I haven’t continued yet. So I get the ‘only watched bits’ part. XD)

#Asks #Hannibal #Hannigram #Oh my god how do you even #An age gap?!#WHAT #Anonymous

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batbirdies · 4 years

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NaNoWriMo 2019 Batfam fic Part 3

I realized I said I was gonna post snippets from my nano and I haven’t for a bit....

Part 3 of my Jason Todd Batfam fic where Jason agrees to dog sit Titus, there are some deep seated issues, unintended animal therapy, snarky text messages between robins and eventually some reconciliation between father and son. Takes place in a murky in between time sometime after Damian was resurrected.

Also I’m sorry guys, I don’t have an actual computer to work on, so I post these from the website on my ipad, so I can use the read more break, but I can’t figure out how to hyperlink on here so I’m not linking the previous installments....but if you search my blog for Jason Todd the first two aren’t far down the list....

Jason swallowed hard and took a breath, set his book down on the coffee table and got up to open the door before he could entertain the idea of pretending he wasn’t actually there and ignoring all attempts to contact him like their conversation the night before had never even happened. For prosperity's sake he did check the peephole before opening the door and nearly had a heart attack because it wasn’t just Bruce standing outside his door.

The demon brat was there too, leash in hand attached to the most massive dog Jason had ever seen. The kid was scowling like no other and the fish eye perspective made it look more comical than annoying. JAson was an idiot, of course the kid was gonna come along, it was his dog. That he was apparently protective enough of that he didn’t want just anyone watching him.

Bruce, next to him, looked enormous, with a blank expression that never failed to make Jason either irritated or nervous. This morning his stomach can’t seem to decide.

Damian glances at Bruce and his frown deepens and Jason realizes he’s been standing at the door for probably too long. “Here goes nothing.” He whispers to himself before stepping back and unlocking the deadbolt. He attempts to smile when he swings the door open but its still really freaking early and Jason’s not really prepared for the way his stomach swoops when he looks at Bruce.

He can’t get that damned card out of his head, can’t help wondering when Bruce wrote it, what he was doing. What he was thinking when he picked up the book and the movie and decided it was a good gift for Jason, whom he hadn’t had more than one pleasant conversation that wasn’t about vigilante business within the last 4 months. And before that….it might have been before he died, not counting any near death experiences where he got weirdly emotional and then regretted every word that came out of his mouth later.

“Hey.” He says lamely, stepping to the side at the expectant huff from Damian. They both walk in, Damian with an air of superiority that Jason’s not sure he knows how to turn off, and Bruce with an awkward sort of shuffle that almost catches him off guard. Jason realizes that without the fish eye lense making him look huge and out of proportion he looks tired.

There are bags under his eyes and a bruise on his cheek that Jason knows he would normally cover with makeup. His hair is mussed and he’s wearing track pants and tennis shoes with a cotton t-shirt and a zip up hoodie. He’s also carrying three enormous shopping bags that he sets on the floor just inside the door. When he straightens his eyes go to Damian before Jason and he realizes he’s staring at Bruce, and obviously so, and snaps his eyes to the kid too.

Damian is taking the dog in loop around the main space while inspecting everything with a sharp eye as Titus noses around his kitchen cabinets and past the glass door to the balcony.

“He better not pee on anything.”

Damian gives him a sharp look and scoffs. “Please, just because you lack proper house training does not mean all animals do.” Jason raises his eyebrows at the acid in the kids tone and nearly bites something nasty back before Bruce speaks up.

“Damian.” The kid stiffens and then slowly lowers his shoulders, staring down at the dog with a deeply unhappy expression and sharp twist to his mouth. Bruce takes a breath and Jason chances a glance over. He’s got his eyes closed, a wrinkled line between eyebrows, before it smooths out and he opens them again, eyes flicking to Jason where he stands, feeling weirdly out of place in his own apartment.

“He’s nervous.”

“I am not-“

“Damian.” They both stare hard at each other for an extended moment, Damian’s posture stretched tight. “Jason is doing you a favor. Act like it.”

“We could just bring him along-“

“We are not bringing a Great Dane to London. We’ve been over this.” And by the droning tone of his voice, they must have been, multiple times. The kid is wringing the leash in his hands and the dog is looking up at him, ears back and tail thumping the ground before he noses at Damian’s clenched fists. Damn this kid actually is nervous.

“He is not well.” He says as he lets the leash go with one hand and sets it gently on the Dane’s head, rubbing back and forth absently, like he doesn’t even realize what he’s doing.

“He has an ear infection Damian. It’s not serious. Jason can handle it.” Bruce’s voice is soft now, cajoling like he’s talking to a kid who’s actually Damian’s age and not some old man stuffed in the skin of a 12 year old. He sounds….gentle, and JAson has to turn away from him entirely to push down on the uncomfortable twist in his chest, busies himself straightening the blanket on the back of the couch that’s clearly already straight.

He remembers that voice, didn't realize Bruce still had it in him.

Damian turns his gaze to Jason finally, glare firmly in place along with a look of deep distrust.

Jason remembers working with the kid. Wearing that ridiculous costume with the fake feathers and he wonders how they made it out the other side of that with less trust than they started with. Damian had been more upset than Jason anticipated when he’d found out who he actually was.

It may have hurt Jason’s feelings, a tad, not that he would ever admit it. - research before posting

Another part of him feels kinda bad for lying to the kid for so long.

“Relax twerp. I’ll take good care of your dog.”

“Tt.” He glances around the apartment again with a look of distaste but the tension in his frame diminishes just a little. “Your apartment is smaller than I anticipated. Titus may require more than two walks a day if he is cooped up in here all the time.”

Jason stiffens, “Well sorry I don’t live in a fucking mansion.” There’s more heat in his voice than he was aiming for and he has to wrestle down anything else he might say before he looks just as defensive as he suddenly feels.

An awkward silence hangs in the air after his outburst, Damian staring at him with that stupid scowl. Bruce takes an awkward step closer to Jason and he has to resist the urge to step back.

“You apartment is fine Jay. Titus sleeps most of the day anyway.” Jason rolls his eyes, telling himself to get a grip.

“Whatever. What’s with the apocalyptic supply stash?” He juts his chin toward the pile of crap by his front door.

The question at least, sends Damian into motion, so he’s not staring around Jason’s apartment like he expects the place to collapse in on itself at any moment. He unhooks Titus’ leash from his collar and coils it up in a loop that he leaves sitting on Jason’s kitchen counter, and then he goes for the first bag.

When Jason says enormous bags, he means it. They are three times the size of regular grocery bags, he didn’t know you could even get bags that size. They all have a logo on the side he doesn’t recognize, something with paw prints, obviously some kind of pet store.

First he pulls out a massive dog bed, which Jason supposes makes sense. Best thing he’s got is the blanket on the back of his couch. The kid looks around while holding it, like he’s gauging the perfect place and finally sets it down next to the gargantuan TV.

Bruce sidles up on Jason’s left side while they both watch Damian unload the bags. Jason is uncomfortably aware of his presence but he doesn’t look over, doesn’t acknowledge him.

“Thank you for doing this.” Bruce says under his breath, while Damian drags a huge, unwieldy bag of dog food across his floor and props it against his kitchen counter. Jason only grunts in return, isn’t sure what to think of this whole thing still.

Next comes a stainless steel water dish and a matching one in porcelain for the food. Then a fresh container of tennis balls, two leashes, some kind of waterproof coat and then a red freaking dog sweater that Jason has to stifle a laugh at. “He really is just nervous.” This is even quieter than the thank you and Jason feels the need to look over. “The infection is minor, but before we took him into the vet he was acting strange, whining and tilting his head back and forth, standing with it at an angle that obviously didn’t look natural. He wouldn’t stay still, would only lie down for a minute at a time before he got up and paced the room. I think he was terrified it was some kind of brain tumor, that he was having complex seizures.”

Jason frowns, watching a white paper bag make its way to his kitchen counter with a prescription tag stapled to the outside. “He’s a good kid, just…” He waits for the word difficult to come out. Just like how people used to describe him, always angry, defensive, annoying. Interacting with the kid he can see why people couldn’t stand him when he was younger but he still gets Damian to a certain degree.

“He’s had a hard time.” Is what he says instead and Jason has to turn away again, decides finally to go introduce himself to the dog to ease the tangled mess in his stomach.

He’s so irritated, two days ago he would never have been this much of a mess over talking to Bruce, even in a casual setting, even in his own apartment. One stupid fucking hint of the man caring about him beyond what he contributes to fighting crime in the city and he’s bending over backwards looking for other signs. He hates his own stupid, dysfunctional brain.

He holds out a hand to Titus, takes a deep breath to let go of the tightness in his chest. Dogs and little kids, they can always tell when you’re upset and he doesn’t want to make him nervous.

Honestly, he’s huge. Like, Jason knew Great Danes were one of the largest breeds of dog but this particular one has to be even bigger than average. He sits on the corner of the living room carpet, watching Jason with alert but friendly eyes and easily sniffs at the hand, then shoves his nose into his palm and butts it up so his hands is resting on the top of his snout. Jason huffs out a laugh and crouches down.

“Like being petted huh?” He scratches behind his ears and is nearly bowled over immediately. Titus twists his head so far to the side Jason doesn’t quite follow with his hand and then shoves forward into Jason’s space, knocking him off balance with his insistence. Then a hand reaches for the collar and draws him back just enough to keep Jason mostly upright. Bruce is standing there, looking mildly amused as he looks at the dog.

“The drops the vet gave him make his ears itch, he can get a little pushy.”

“I can see that.” Jason mutters back. He kneels then, knees on the floor so he’s more stable and reaches out, ready for the sudden twist and shove. “You can let him go, I got it.”

Titus nearly lunges for him, shoves his whole face into Jason’s stomach, making him wheeze out a laugh. He rubs with significant force at his ears and the gargantuan dog goes boneless, flops down across his legs, whip like tail slapping loudly against the side of his coffee table. “Yeah, wow, you’re so big and tough huh? You must get people running for the hills killer.” Jason scratches down his neck and Titus makes a funny little grunting noise and then flops over sideways, belly exposed, head resting in his lap and yeah ok, Jason’s not a monster, he rubs his tummy. “Man you are heavy. Might need to put you on a diet.”

“Apparently, he is on one.” Jason glances up at Bruce, who’s still standing there, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at him with this odd little quirk to his mouth and if Jason had to guess he’d say he looks fond. And he doesn’t know what to do with that so he goes back to the dog, feeling his face flush in discomfort.

Damian clears his throat, pulling Jason’s attention back to him. He’s standing at the edge of his kitchen counter, hands clasped in front of him in a way that reminds Jason starkly of alfred of all people. He still doesn’t look happy, per say, but the anxiety leeching off the kid seems to have gone down and he’s staring at Jason intently.

“Yes. He is on a diet. He has gained weight since the weather started to turn.” With that, the kid launches into a spiel about the do’s and don’t’s of watching Titus. The list is significantly longer than Jason had anticipated, partially due to the ear infection but mostly just because the kid is a little pissant with way too many rules.

Jason takes it all with as much stoicism as he can muster until he pulls out a freaking muffler for the dog.

“What the heck is that?” Jason is still kneeling on the floor, dog laid out half in his lap, lazily wagging his tail and Damian is holding a thick square of black fabric in his hands that turns out to be a tube, it has drawstrings on the top and bottom to adjust the size of the loop.

“It is,” he makes a face here, obviously unhappy about what he’s about to say, “called a Head Muff. It goes over the neck and ears to keep them warm on walks.” He lays it down next to the prescription baggy and Jason has to hold back from a snort and instead looks back at Bruce out of the corner of his eye and finds him already looking down at Jason, expression completely blank and this time Jason chokes when he catches the twitch of Bruce’s lip. Somehow he manages to disguise it as a cough when he looks back but Damian looks suspicious none-the-less.

“I expect hourly update texts with photo’s.”

“Excuse me?”

“You have never owned a dog have you?” The question sounds weirdly accusatory and Jason feels the need to gently push Titus off his lap just so he can stand to his full height for this conversation.

“No, I haven’t but-”

“Then I will need proof that you are capable of the job.”

“Capable of the job? It’s dog sitting, not nuclear fission.”

“The very fact that you are not taking this seriously tells me it is necessary.”

“Well if you don’t fucking trust me then you can get somebody else to watch your damn dog.”

Damian had his arms crossed over his chest tightly, scowl intensifying with every breath. “Because you have shown yourself to be so trustworthy.” Jason clenched his hands into fists, feeling red creep up his neck.

“Damian.” Bruce’s deep voice cut across the room, quiet, but firm. He stepped around Jason, putting himself vaguely between them but not enough to be obvious. “You’re being unreasonable. Jason is perfectly capable of walking, watering, and feeding Titus, along with handling his ear drops.” He glanced over at Jason, eyes uncertain for a moment. “He always wanted a dog when he was younger, he’ll treat Titus well.”

Jason opened his mouth, ready to argue until that last sentence. Instead he blinks back at Bruce for a moment, feeling floored by the simple statement. He doesn’t have a response and quickly breaks eye contact, swinging them back to Damian whose mouth is twisted in a grimace before he finally heaves a sigh and uncrosses his arms.

“Fine.”

#Jason Todd #Fanfiction #nanowrimo #Batfamily #Bruce Wayne #Damian Wayne

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This small fic was inspired by the #greasykeith movement started by @baeyards.

Pairings: Keith/Lance

Word Count: 3004

When a cute boy with lots of piercings and the coolest jacket Keith has ever seen walks into the mechanic shop where Keith works, Keith is… really gay. And slightly confused by how friendly said boy seems to be.

Featuring Mechanic! Keith and Punk! Lance

(Sha/adins don’t interact!!)

Read on AO3 [Although reblogs are appreciated :) ]

The door of the lobby tinkles as someone walks in, bringing in a swoosh of heat from the outside and a burst of noise from the street outside. Keith, in the kitchenette attached to the lobby, ducks his head down and busies himself with the coffee. He briefly considers adding cream or sugar to the dark liquid, and then decides that he can’t be bothered.

He scurries out of the small room, weaving his way through the lobby. He catches a snippet of the conversation between the lady at the front desk and the man standing in front of it. Keith’s eyes flit to the side and he nods shortly at the lady (he’s pretty sure her name is Lilian). The guy, who’s currently leaning with his arms rested on the top of the desk, is slightly taller than Keith but looks to be around his age, and Keith frowns, because this means that he’s most likely here for some car repairs, and that means that he’ll be going to one of the other mechanics.

Keith goes through the lobby and the lounge and pushes past the door that leads into the actual garage. There, he is met with mechanical sounds of metal clanging and tools squeaking and scraping- all of which is familiar and comfortable to Keith. He sees Rolo, an older coworker of his (that Keith is pretty sure he had a crush on in the first few weeks of working here) with half of his body disappearing underneath a car, and Hunk, a coworker of Keith’s age who is pulling out the dents from a recently crashed SUV.

Keith goes over to Hunk.

“How close are you to being done?” he asks.

Hunk glances up at him and frowns slightly. “Half an hour, maybe? Why?”

“There’s this guy at the front desk,” Keith replies monotonously. “He’ll probably need one of you.”

Hunk is observant, and he’s probably known Keith long enough to detect the frustration in his voice. He clucks sympathetically, and then takes a look at the coffee in Keith’s hand. “That thing has no cream or sugar in it, I’m assuming.”

Keith shrugs, and takes a sip of it. Hunk makes a face.

“How,” he says, before turning back to his work.

Keith leans against the wall, not bothering Hunk as he works, but just lazing in his company. Sometimes Keith wishes that he had been hired as a car mechanic instead of a motorbike one- he knows how to work with cars pretty well- but Keith much prefers bikes to cars. Keith He barely scraped by his actual driving test in high school, and nearly got arrested the last time he tried to properly drive.

Customers that need bike repairs aren’t common as those who need car repairs, for understandable reasons. That leaves Keith, who always needed something to do with his hands, with a lot of impatient and jittery energy.

He bounces his leg up and down as he glances back into the lounge. The guy from before leans against the wall of the lounge. He’s dressed in a dark jacket, one of those with the body made of denim and sleeves made out of leather.

People don’t usually pull those off, Keith muses. The jacket is dotted with multiple pins, which Keith can’t describe from this distance, but what Keith can see are the multiple piercings that line his ears. Something akin to envy spikes up within Keith.

“Who’s that guy over there?” he says offhandedly. “He looks legit.”

Hunk’s head pops up from behind the car and his eyes follow Keith’s gaze over to the boy in the lounge. Inexplicably, Hunk barks out a laugh.

“Who? Lance?” he asks.

Keith looks back at Hunk with an expression in his eyes like Hunk just said that tomorrow the sun would turn green. “Who the fuck is Lance?”

“That guy over there.” Hunk ducks back down to the car but continues talking to Keith. “His name’s Lance.” Hunk pats the car and stands up. “He’s a friend of mine. You think he looks legit?”

“Well, I mean.” Keith isn’t sure why he feels flustered. “I like his piercings.”

Hunk clicks his tongue. “Yeah, you would, they’re cool. He has that whole aesthetic going for him, you two could get along. Although-” Hunk pauses, and he eyes Keith outfit. “Your clothes are…a bit less put together than him. And he thinks that fingerless gloves are tacky.”

Keith scowls at him but doesn’t argue. Someone calls his name from near the front building and Keith’s head whips up. The manager of the place stands there with a clipboard in his hands. Keith says bye to Hunk and walks off in that direction, eager for something to do.

“You have someone here for you,” the manager says when Keith approaches.

“For me?”

“Well, for his bike. We brought it out back, it’s a basic gas tank repair. He’s in the lounge right now. He’s Lance McClain.”

Keith’s heart jumps, and he wonders why. A gas tank repair isn’t the most interesting, but Keith is itching to use his hands for something. He nods and heads into the lounge.

The burst of cool air when he walks in is almost a relief to him. He rubs the back of his hand against his forehead, rather uselessly, in an attempt to wipe off the sweat, and then looks at Lance.

“Are you Lance?” he asks, even though he already knows.

Lance turns to him with an eyebrow raised. Keith (for some reason) counts exactly four piercings on each ear of his, each pair carrying a different set of earrings. The lowest hanging ones on his earlobes glinted silver, and Keith’s stomach dropped.

And then Keith notices the stud screwed through the right side of Lance’s lower lip. The realization vaguely feels like someone punching him in the stomach and then releasing butterflies.

Lance snaps his fingers just a bit away from Keith’s face. “Hello? You said my name.”

Keith winces, feeling his face flood with warmth. “I- yeah, sorry.”

Lance peers at him with eyes the colour of the ocean depths. “You good bro?”

“Yeah, I-” Keith fumbles over his words. He never was the best at talking to people, especially not with someone like Lance. “I like your piercings,” he says rather gruffly.

It wasn’t a lie- Keith is hot with envy- but Keith probably isn’t admitting the full truth, even to himself. (At least he’s self aware?)

“Oh.” The corner of Lance’s mouth curls up. “Cool, me too. You’re here to fix my bike.”

Keith clears his throat, quickly redirecting his mind back into business mode. “That’s right. What’s the issue with it?”

Lance lifts one hand up to scratch at the back of his neck, and Keith’s mind supplies, That’s so hot.

Shut up, Keith thinks in response.

“I kind of got into a crash, like, a week ago?” Lance scrunches his nose and Keith feels short of breath. “I punctured my gas tank, I think. I’m pretty sure.”

“Oh. Were you okay?” Keith asks automatically, glad that he can keep a semblance of politeness while his mind feels like it’s short-circuiting.

“Yeah, I just got a bit scraped up,” Lance says in a casual way that Keith can respect. “I haven’t even ridden my bike again.”

Keith nods. “Okay, we can… head to your bike then.”

They leave the building together and Keith tries not to be hyper-aware of Lance’s proximity to him. He scolds himself and tells the back of his mind that he’s being unprofessional and ridiculous.

He finds Lance’s bike pretty quicky since it’s the only one the garage. It’s sleek and looks pretty new, with a black and blue colour theme.

“Wow,” Keith says, legitimately impressed.

“It’s a Honda CB500,” Lance says with pride thrumming through his voice, as if Keith doesn’t have three motorcycle catalogs sitting on his desk at home as they speak. “It’s the 2017 model, too.”

“Nice,” Keith says.

“Thanks,” Lance says genuinely, and the sideways smile he gives Keith makes Keith’s heart want to jump out of his chest.

“I’m going to take a look at it.” Keith gestures towards the bike and he urges himself to get focused. Repairing motorcycles was something he was familiar with, and he shouldn’t let himself get distracted by some (admittedly cute) guy.

He wheels the motorcycle over to his station and starts to crank it up. He’s vaguely aware of Lance strolling up behind him. Keith forces himself not to glance over, and continues on with his work.

“So… do you have a bike?” Lance asks. Keith pauses for a moment in the middle of taking out the tools he needs from his toolbox.

“I don’t,” Keith answers. He goes on with the work; he doesn’t mind the attention, at least not from Lance, but it’s surprising to him that Lance would say anything. “I’m actually trying to save up for one right now. I’ve been interested in them since I was a kid.” That was the sole reason why Keith didn’t have more piercings or any tattoos right now; his desire to not have to walk to work in Miami’s heat and humidity was greater than his desire for an aesthetic, currently.

“Really?”

“I had, like, a collection of like 50 toy models when I was a kid,” Keith explains. His hands move, almost by instinct, over the different parts of the bike, making sure to handle everything with care.

Lance makes a noise that could be a laugh.

“What?” Keith asks.

“Nothing.” He hears Lance shift behind him. “Just. It’s different from my childhood, I guess. My siblings and I always played those make-believe games.”

Keith hums. By the time he was adopted, Keith’s own brother was already starting college, so he was never given a chance to do anything of that sort.

“Is that why you’re a mechanic?” Lance sounds curious, and Keith, for the life of him, doesn’t know why.

“Kind of.” Keith’s tongue pokes out of the side of his mouth as he concentrates- it’s an involuntary habit he developed, probably after a year of working with Hunk. “My older brother’s also a mechanical engineer and was interested in this stuff… I kind of learned from him, too. He’s getting his PhD this year,” Keith adds necessarily, feeling a warm glow of pride for Shiro.

“Cool, tell him congratulations for me.”

From anyone else, Keith thinks, that would have sounded sarcastic, but somehow Lance makes them seem like the most truthful words ever spoken. It’s an odd trait for someone that has spiked rings stuck in his ears.

“I will.” Then Keith frowns and sets his tools down, turning around on Lance. “Why are you talking to me?”

Lance blinks, clearly offended. “Excuse me?”

“That came out wrong.” Keith resists the urge to massage the bridge of his nose with two fingers. “I mean, you know, customers don’t usually talk to the mechanic while they wait.”

Luckily, Lance doesn’t seem to be angry (Keith usually has no qualms about riling someone up, but it seems unfair to do it so someone as uniquely nice as Lance). He reaches up and tugs at a stray piece of hair that peeks out from the front of his black beanie. Keith’s stomach does a flip.

“I don’t know,” he says, and he almost sounds sheepish. “I was just. Making conversation.”

“Oh.” Keith feels nonplussed. “Well, you can get coffee and lemonade in the lounge. And like, cookies.”

They stare at each other for a moment, and Keith is sure that neither of them have any clue what exactly is going on right now.

“I’ll leave you to it, then.” Lance holds two fingers up like a salute, and then contorts his face into a look of half-embarrassment, half-confusion. He walks off, leaving Keith also half-embarrassed, half-confused.

With his distraction gone, Keith is able to throw himself fully into his work. He works swiftly but meticulously, and by the time he looks up and realizes that an hour has passed since the manager spoke to him, the gas tank is already fixed.

He sends a last, longing look towards the bike and then turns around and makes his way towards the lounge. His fingers are sticky with drying grease and dust, so he drags his fingers over the denim of his jeans, thankful that they’re black and will, for the most part, cover up the multiple stains he gets during the work day.

He actually breathes a sigh of relief as the air-conditioned air hits his skin, feeling the sweat on his skin cool instantly. The fans installed in the garage are literally never that useful during the peak of summer.

“Lance?” he asks, searching with his eyes for that friendly smirk. Keith hopes that he didn’t grow impatient and leave, or they would have to store the bike for him and it would be another hassle.

“I’m here!” says Lance’s voice, and he comes in through the door from the lobby. “I was having a chat with our lovely receptionist.”

Keith finds it a bit hard to swallow. “Right. I’m done with your bike.”

“Sweet.” Lance looks pleased, so that’s a bonus. “She’s all fixed up?”

“Good as new. They’re taking her to the front right now.” Keith tries for a smile, but he’s realizing that Lance will now leave forever, and for some absurd reason, that’s making him feel down.

“I can’t wait to ride her again,” Lance says mournfully. “It’s been a whole week.”

“I can see you’re attached to her,” Keith says, half-jokingly.

Lance smiles. “I named her Hermosa.”

“Nice,” Keith says, for lack of anything better to say.

“You know,” Lance says after a beat, lowering his ocean-blue gaze to meet Keith’s eyes. “If you’d be interested, I wouldn’t mind taking you on a ride one day.”

Keith’s brain isn’t able to comprehend Lance’s words. “Wait, what?”

Lance takes a step forwards, and the smile on his face transforms into (if Keith isn’t horribly, horribly mistaken) something that he could almost call flirtatious. “I mean, don’t think I didn’t notice that you’ve been flustered around me.”

Is Lance hitting on him? Is that what this is? There isn’t a possible way that Lance can actually be interested in Keith. Keith isn’t exactly the most appealing person in the world, as shown by his stained clothes and slightly matted hair and generally closed off personality. “I- wait, just- what?”

The confident looks falls off Lance’s face faster than Keith can blink. “Please tell me I’m reading that correctly. Holy shit, this is really fucking awkward if I’m not.”

Keith’s mind moves in fast forward, his thought process zipping forward to catch up with the situation that surrounds him. “No!” he splutters, taking a half-step forward. “No, I- I’m pretty sure you’re reading this exactly correctly.”

Lance’s face lights up, which makes Keith’s heart feel like it’s running a sprint in his chest. “Oh, really? I mean-” He clears his throat. “Yeah. Of course. I saw that.”

“I just didn’t assume that you would…” Keith’s voice is rather flimsy and he makes a vague gesture in an attempt to get his point across.

“Think I liked guys?” Lance grins, a whole wide smile with his white teeth showing, and his eyes crinkle up with something like amusement. He points to something on his vest and Keith follows the direction to a pin with the bisexual pride colours, resting over Lance’s heart next to a pin of the Cuban flag.

“Oh,” Keith says faintly. “Obviously I didn’t notice.”

Lance lets out a laugh that’s half a snort, half a giggle. Keith finds that it does inexplicable things to his heart. “Clearly.” His expression, looking nearly shy, and the change in demeanor gives Keith whiplash. “Do you think… maybe we could meet up something? To be clear, go out sometime.” He grins again and gives Keith a small wink of jest.

“Uh.” Keith coughs and curses himself for being so stilted. “Yeah. That’d be great.”

“Awesome.” Lance starts to speak so fast that Keith can barely catch what he’s saying. “I know this amazing Cuban bakery that we can go to. Actually, it’s owned by my aunt so I’m biased, but I promise you that the pastelitos de guayaba there are to die for. I’ll ride you there.” He whips out a Sharpie from his jeans pocket and grabs Keith’s hand, pulling him forward to scribble down a number on his skin. “Don’t forget to save the number before it rubs off.”

“I will,” Keith promises, feeling his cheeks warm up. It’s a good feeling, Keith decides.

“Cool.” Lance’s eyes are bright and Keith feels a faint rush in his chest and something like butterflies hatching in his stomach. “I gotta go pick up my bike, but I guess… I’ll see you around.”

“For sure,” Keith answers, and he tries to press down the oddly nice nervousness that bubbles in his stomach.

Lance squeezes Keith’s hand for a brief moment and then starts to walk away. Before he completely turns away, he looks back and Keith and gives him an impish grin and states, “I hope you plan on wearing cleaner clothes when we next meet.”

Keith glances down at his own grease-spotted shirt and looks back up at Lance, then rolls his eyes. “Yes, Lance, I do.”

Lance laughs, and to Keith it sounds like sunshine. “See you around, Mullet,” he says, and Keith is sure that he imagines the fondness that lies over the teasing nickname. Keith touches his own hair in mock offense and Lance shoots him a last smile before exiting the lounge.

Keith turns back to the garage and resists the urge to sigh like a lovestruck middle-schooler. Before he steps outside, he makes a mental reminder to save the number on his arm in his phone when he gets home, and when that thought brings a fluttery feeling to his stomach, Keith welcomes it.

#mmmm im so insecure about this but whatever here is the post!#voltron #voltron legendary defender #vld #klance #keith #lance #safeklance #mine #safekeith #safelance #my writing

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