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ficrecsbybu · 3 years

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WinterIron fic rec 2021: Part I

Note: this fic rec consists only of Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark fics. the only Stucky & Stony you might see is as past relationships but that’s it. it’s also complete works ONLY. also - no underage stuff 🔪. if you have any requests for Winteriron fic recs (for e.g non-superpower au, only one shots, series, hardcore smut, post-tws, college au, not team cap friendly fics, bodyguard au etc.) you can send me requests ^^. anyway... enjoy 😉

✨ The Guiding of Death by RayShippouUchiha

“That whole Merchant of Death thing,” someone off to the side faux whispers, “makes a lot more sense now.”

It echoes across the bridge like a gunshot.

Rated M, Hades & Persephone AU, Canon Divergence, always female Tony Stark, not Team Cap friendly. word count: 41391

(note: listen... I know het pairings and/or gender bend is not popular and I never really read those in general BUT this is straight up one of the best fics I have ever read so I NEEDED to share this with y’all...✌️)

✨ Forms of Love by bear_bell

Tony's the bad guy, after all. He's used to it. He's fine with it. He's good at it.

Only now, there's something far worse loitering around the tower - The Winter Soldier. No one notices the guy at first, but when they do, Tony figures that he should have the soldier's back.

Birds of a feather should flock together, and the bad guys should start a book club.

Rated E, Post-CW, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, Team Iron Man. word count: 33591

✨ Looking at You by NotEvenCloseToStraight

Bucky looks for so long that now all he wants to do is touch and hold and fix everything. But Tony can barely be in the same room as Bucky, cant even look him in the eye. So Bucky doesn't know what to do about Tony, but he is determined to do something. Because all he wants is to look at Tony, and see Tony looking back with a smile.

Rated E, Post-CW, PTSD, team heals, mental healing, forgiveness, angst with a happy ending. word count: 28,168

✨ I'll Be Your Bodyguard (If You'll Be My Security Blanket) by NarutoRox

When one of Loki's pranks gone wrong leaves the team with a young Winter Soldier in their care, they know they're going to have their hands full. Especially since this newer, tinier version of Bucky seems to have a bodyguard complex - and a particular attachment to Tony.

Rated T, kid fic, age regression/de-aging, de-aged Bucky, tiny bodyguard Bucky. word count: 4,993.

(note: finally something CUTE. Im so sorry for being such a slut for angst and heavy stuff 😅)

✨ Fate Strings Not Required by Akira_of_the_Twilight

Tony took the hint.

Tony wrapped his hand around the new guy’s elbow. He kept his touch light and breakable in case he’d misread the cue.

“Just some guy claiming to be my soul mate, babe.”

The new guy’s eyebrows rose to his hairline in surprise. He chuckled and gave the first guy a smirk. “Strange. Last time I checked we were soul mates.”

Rated T, AU - no superpowers, AU - soulmates, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, age difference. word count: 7,032.

✨ Shameless by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

Tony isn’t actually sure which of them starts it—he’d like to take credit, but if he’s learned anything it’s that Barnes is by no means a wilting flower. Besides, the start doesn’t matter as much as figuring out who’s going to actually finish it.

rated M, flirting, dirty talk, sexual tension. word count: 2,560

✨ Winter Wooer by salytierra

Winter may not be the most pleasant guy to live or share your body with, but he isn't nearly as destructive as everybody expected him to be either. He likes to brood in the corners, watch British TV, and freak people out. And Tony. He really, really likes Tony Stark. There's just one problem – Bucky's pretty sure he doesn't feel the same way about the guy.

Rated M, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Different Personalities, team as family. word count: 8,726

✨ Even Darkness Must Pass by Finely Honed (jaqen_hgar)

“Fake it till you make it,” Bucky whispered to himself, swallowing around his panic. Sam had drilled the idea into him, and it had become a mantra of sorts, something to hold onto when all he wanted to do was blend into the shadows and disappear.

“You’ll be fine.”

Steve placed a warm, strong hand on Bucky’s shoulder and squeezed, his super soldier ears having picked up Bucky uttering the now familiar saying.

Bucky nodded, tried to believe his own words, and followed Steve onto the common floor, a wall of sound hitting them as they entered.

rated M (but mild sexual content), parent Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes recovering, team as family, of love and hobbits 🧝🏻‍♂️. word count: 15,289

✨ Paths Are Made by Walking by Potrix

The road to recovery is long, winding and a different one for every person walking it. Bucky chooses to help himself the only way he knows how; by doing what he does best.

Or, alternatively; the one in which Tony is a mess and accidentally kick-starts Bucky’s protective mother hen instincts.

rated T, post-TWS, fluff, humour, getting together, idiots in love. word count: 4,744.

✨ Rise In Perfect Light (Be Not Fearful Of The Night) by RayShippouUchiha

At first, the new element singing in his chest, Tony doesn’t understand what he’s done.

Doesn’t understand the full consequences of his actions.

But, to be fair, there’s no way he really could have.

Not even a futurist like him could have ever seen this coming.

rated G, post-CW, past Stony, angst with a happy ending. word count: 3,589.

(note: this fic is SO BEAUTIFUL. lemme just asjkdjnsjkdm)

✨ and amidst the ruins, there was you by TheKitteh

With everything resolved - post the Berlin conflict, Siberia and the rogue Avengers' return - Tony relishes in the clarity of what the team is now. He can finally see the well-defined lines, he can rely on solid rules and the chain of command. He's settled into his life like never before.

That is, until one day, an unhinged sorcerer with no grasp on his magic shatters that new-found balance.

As a result, half of Tony's soul is now gone, but he's willing to do anything to get it back.

rated T, post-CW, canon divergence, au - Dystopia, Dimension Travel, magical accidents, slow burn, getting together. word count: 36,976

✨ and so we unfold by TheKitteh

Senbazuru. Thousand Cranes.

An ancient Japanese legend that promises anyone who folds a thousand origami cranes will be granted a wish by the gods. Some stories believe you are granted happiness and eternal good luck, instead of just one wish, such as long life or recovery from illness or injury.

Bucky’s not big on believing in any legends, not after all that has happened. He just wants to create something for a change, not destroy.

He needs to prove himself that he can be trusted to handle something delicate. He doesn’t need a promise of a wish come true. He just,- needs to do this for himself.

He doesn’t need noticing how sad, tired Stark looks. Doesn’t need to want to do something for the man, when he can barely do anything for himself.

rated T, CACW canon divergence, getting together, reconciliation, POV alternating, Bucky Barnes recovering. word count: 14,449

✨ Spilt on the Ground like Water by tisfan

Tony has been black-bagged and illegally held at the Raft. Steve has no intentions of going to rescue him.

But the Winter Soldier isn't going to leave him behind.

rated E, Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes, implied/referenced torture, frottage, dub-con, mention of part non-con (HYDRA trash party), not Steve friendly, suicidal thoughts, touch-starved. word count: 10,853

✨ Norns, Save Us (From Ourselves) by phlintandsteel

It’s been ten years since half the universe was dusted.

rated E, post-IW au, A/B/O verse, Omega Tony, Alpha Bucky, Soulmates, Peter & Harley playing matchmaker, still recovering Bucky Barnes, not Steve Rogers Friendly, angst with a happy ending. word count: 37,324.

✨ Change You Like A Remix by ficlicious

No one ever said Avenging would be easy, but Bucky could have really used a memo about the weeks where the hits just didn’t stop coming. He’d probably still have signed his soul away to the gods of spandex and paperwork, but a heads up woulda been nice before he nodded and smiled and took up residence in the house sanity fled when the Avengers moved in.

---- Soulmates, misunderstandings, snark, genderswap and sleep-deprived Avengers abound. Tony's a woman. Must be Friday.

rated E, AU - soulmates, established relationship, temporary gender swap, jealous Bucky Barnes, misunderstanding, miscommunication. word count: 10,494.

✨ Getting to Know You by orbingarrow

It had been an adventure, navigating the sweetly apologetic Bucky Barnes, who haunted the tower most days, and the the Winter Soldier, who occasionally inhabited Barnes’s body. The Winter Soldier was not apologetic; he was scary. And he was currently chilling out, uninvited, in Tony's lab.

“Leave,” Tony said, because Tony was either a dead man or not, and there wasn’t much he could do about it before coffee.

“Or you could give me permission to be here,” the Winter Soldier suggested.

“I don’t let strangers poke around my stuff,” Tony grumbled, as he walked past the Soldier to take a seat at his workbench.

“Easily solved,” the Soldier deflected. “Get to know me.”

-This is what happens when Tony does.

rated G, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are different personalities, fluff, Clint Barton is a good bro. word count: 9,470

✨ Safe House by ali_aliska

For years, Tony had successfully kept his secret. Neither the world nor his team knew he was Iron Man and as far as he was concerned, everyone was better off that way. On his best days, Tony Stark was not someone people liked and trusted, so the last thing Tony wanted was to tarnish Iron Man’s good reputation by revealing the truth.

But then SHIELD falls, the Avengers face disarray, and a stray Hydra assassin forces Tony to go into hiding—and where better than the safe house he had just crafted for the Avengers and their own ex-assassin ready to come in from the cold?

Tony plans to hide away from everyone in his makeshift workshop until the coast is clear and he’s safe to go home. No one would care to spend any time with the reclusive, arrogant billionaire anyways, right? Iron Man is the one everyone wants around.

Bucky Barnes, on his own journey to reclaim his life and identity, seems to disagree with that sentiment.

rated T, post TWS, canon divergence, au - Secret Identity, mutual pining, team as family, slow burn, misunderstandings. word count: 89,533

✨ Versace on the floor by withered

The modern man’s armor is his clothing, and Bucky wants Tony out of his.

rated T, post CW, Bucky Barnes & Winter Soldier are Separate Personalities, Barnes & Soldier & their hard-on for Tony, not team cap friendly. word count: 2,127

#winteriron #tony stark #bucky barnes #iron man #winter soldier #avengers #winteriron fic rec #fic rec #mcu #marvel #otp #steve rogers #past stony #past stucky

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tsrookie · 3 years

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Alright, so today’s the three-year anniversary of Reputation a.k.a the greatest album of all time, my baby, the light of my life, the album that deserved a Grammy (trying desperately not to think about the scene from Miss Americana😭), the album that introduced us to the most beautiful couple ever, the album that shut Kimye up, and I better stop now, or else I’m not gonna shut up.

So in honour of this momentous occasion (and the fact that I reached 200+ followers! Thank you so much you guys!🥺 Love you all 3000💙), here’s a loooooong post on why Reputation is the Ethan and MC album.

1. ...Ready For It?

No one has to know

Throwback to MC saying the exact same words back in Miami.

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

You should see the things we do, baby, mmm

In the middle of the night, in my dreams

I know I'm gonna be with you

So I take my time

Remember back when MC asked for Ethan to get into bed right away during their first time? Ethan told them that he had dreamt about the moment for months, so he wasn’t going to rush it.

2. End Game

Big reputation, big reputation

Ooh you and me would be a big conversation

These two dating would be the talk of the hospital, and they know it.

Even when we'd argue, we don't do it for long

And you understand the good and bad, end up in the song

For all your beautiful traits, and the way you do it with ease

For all my flaws, paranoia, and insecurities

Think these lines are pretty self-explanatory😌

I hit you like bang

We tried to forget it, but we just couldn't

*gets war flashbacks of the ‘reset’ phase*😭 They tried to make it work, but we all know how Ch 8 of book 2 went😌

I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me

Perfect for our chaotic MC😌

3. Don’t Blame Me

Do I... really have to explain this one?

For you, I would cross the line

I would waste my time

I would lose my mind

They say she's gone too far this time

Do we need a recap of our rule-breaking MC?

And baby, for you, I would fall from grace

Just to touch your face

If you walk away

I'd beg you on my knees to stay

He was willing to risk his (mostly) rule-abiding reputation for being with MC. And there’s no way he wouldn’t beg for MC not to leave him if he ever screwed up🤷‍♀️

4. Delicate

This ain't for the best

My reputation's never been worse, so

You must like me for me

Ethan stood by MC’s side throughout the Ethics hearing, when her reputation was completely smeared, and people only saw her as a patient murderer. He didn’t know about the sabotages, but he would’ve definitely supported her if he had known.

We can't make

Any promises now, can we, babe?

Commitment-phobia🙃

Sometimes I wonder when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time

They spent so much of time apart, not able to be with each other, so the least they could do was dream of being with each other all the time.

5. So It Goes (an underrated af bop)

What can I say... it’s a sex song, okay? Don’t make me go into the details😂 Just listen to the lyrics, and all will be clear.

6. Gorgeous (Tumblr won’t let me put any more links)

MC’s eternal anthem to Ethan.

Whisky on ice, Sunset and Vine

You've ruined my life, by not being mine

We all know Ethan loves Whiskey, and the second line? C’mon!

You're so gorgeous

I can't say anything to your face

'Cause look at your face

And I'm so furious

At you for making me feel this way

But, what can I say?

You're gorgeous

Ethan Ramsey is famous for two reasons. One: his smart brain, I guess😒 Two: HIS LOOKS!!! HE’S GORGEOUS, AND DON’T DENY IT.

And you should think about the consequence

Of you touching my hand in the darkened room (dark room, dark room)

Ah, the olden days of hand holding in the diagnostics office🥺

Ocean blue eyes looking in mine

I feel like I might sink and drown and die

No explanation required.

You make me so happy, it turns back to sad, yeah

There's nothing I hate more than what I can't have

You are so gorgeous it makes me so mad

The wonderful will-they-won’t-they saga. The frustrating hot-and-cold behaviour. The ‘We can’t’, ‘It’s unethical’ and ‘It’s complicated’. MC deserves an award for her patience😓

7. King Of My Heart

I'm perfectly fine, I live on my own

I made up on my mind, I'm better off bein' alone

Ethan ‘I don’t believe in soulmates and nobody’s waiting at home’ Ramsey.

And all at once, you are the one I have been waiting for

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

And all at once, you are all I want, I'll never let you go

King of my heart, body and soul, ooh whoa

This could be from both Ethan and MC’s perspectives. The love they share isn’t something that you get easily. It’s something that MC has waited for her whole life, and something Ethan never knew he needed, but now can’t live without🥺

Late in the night, the city's asleep

Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep

Change my priorities

The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury

This was definitely Ethan throughout book 2, after he finally gave in. He let go of his previous rules and regulations, especially during the time of the attack. He was clearly affected, and once MC was alright, his main priority was her, and her alone.

Is the end of all the endings?

My broken bones are mending

With all these nights we're spending

Ethan’s been burnt a lot in the past. But all those wounds are now healing thanks to MC.

Up on the roof with a school girl crush

Drinking beer out of plastic cups

They act like lovesick teenagers around each other, like, that’s literally their description if you choose to kiss Ethan for the first time in Chapter 14 of book 2!😅

Say you fancy me, not fancy stuff

Baby, all at once, this is enough

We all know about his initial fear of his mother reaching out to him for the sake of his money. To him, MC not talking advantage of him is a pretty big deal, even though it’s never mentioned. You just know, you know?🥺

8. Dancing With Our Hands Tied

My, my love had been frozen

Deep blue, but you painted me golden

Again, Ethan doesn’t have the best experience with love. But MC changed that.

I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

This could go both ways, cause they’re both piping hot messes😬 (but love each other anyway🥺)

The rest of this song could have made so much more sense for them if we had gotten some sort of a secret relationship storyline. But oh well, I’m definitely not complaining about the gala😌 (and definitely not believing any of the supposed cancelled storylines)

9. Dress

Our secret moments

In a crowded room

They got no idea

About me and you

I mean... pretty obvious😌

Even in my worst times, you could see the best of me

And I woke up just in time

Now I wake up by your side

My one and only, my lifeline

This is practically Ethan’s train of thought, and you can’t convince me otherwise.

As for the rest of the steamier lyrics... I’ll um... let you guys listen to it yourselves😁

10. Call It What You Want

I wrote an entire fic inspired by this song, so excuse me for the shameless self-promo, but go give it a read?🥺👉👈(totally fine if you don’t! I’ve probably made so many posts about this song that y’all know the meaning anyway😅)

11. New Years Day

Don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost and I'm scared and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

MC has always stayed by Ethan’s side, even when he’s pushed her away. These lines perfectly explain how she wants his worst times, and his best, the midnights they spend staying up together, and the moments where it’s just the two of them, when everyone else has left, like the aftermath of a New Years party (still mad at the fact that we didn’t get to see the gang celebrate New Year together😭)

I'll be there if you're the toast of the town babe

Or if you strike out and you're crawling home

The above explanation for these lines as well.

Please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere

Becoming strangers to each other would be their worst nightmares. Knowing that the other was out there in the world somewhere, but not being in their lives would kill them.

You and me forevermore

These two are each other’s soulmate, they know it, even if they haven’t said it yet. Forever wouldn’t be enough for them to shower each other with they love they hold for each other. But it’s a good start.

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If you guys made it this far, then I honestly love you more than words can ever express🥺💙 Thanks for putting up with my Swiftie-Directioner-Ethan stan ass, cause I dunno if I’d ever be able to handle someone like myself. And if you read all the above stuff, then I hope you wanna know why this album means so much to me.

Reputation is perceived as a dark album, when in reality it’s truly about finding love amongst all the noise. This album, and Taylor and Joe’s story, taught me what true love actually is, and Ethan and MC cemented that. This album and these two couples (quite literally) saved my life.

The most beautiful part about both these relationships is that even though they never showed it openly, for the sake of their relationships, both Ethan(in the story) and Joe stood by the side of the one’s they loved, despite half of the people who they knew hating on them, or betraying them. And I think that’s what’s truly important. Forming a true relationship like that, be it platonic or romantic, is long lasting, and I hope everyone finds those kind of people to fill their hearts with. Sending much love, and sorry for being a huge sap😅💙

Tagging a couple of my Swiftie homies: @swiftlydarcy @nikki-2406 @dxnicaramsey @kaavyaethanramsey @caseyvalentineramsey @drariellevalentine @justanotherrookie

#open heart #open heart second year #dr ethan ramsey x mc #ethan jonah ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #mercy goes nuts #happy three years of Reputation🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤🤍🖤#ethan ramsey

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minserenity · 4 years

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Impossible Possibilities

Pairings: reader x idol!Chan (featuring the rest of Stray Kids)

Genre: fluff, humour, a little bit of angst later on

Synopsis: You have always been the kind of girl who follows rules and behaves according to them, always being a good daughter and a model student, helping others as much as possible and trying your best to make everyone around you happy. But what happens when a single rule gets in the way of your own happiness? Will you still follow it?

Warnings: none

Chapter 3: The Rule

Three days passed by surprisingly fast and it’s finally your first day at the new job. After spending half an hour semi naked in front of your closet, you decide to wear some simple dark blue pants and a white blouse with a ribbon gently falling down your neck. You put your hair up in a tidy bun, wear some shoes, put on a little make up and make your way towards the bus stop. You are such a nerve wreck.

Once arrived at the building, you are welcomed by a smiling lady in a white dress.

“You must be the new intern, I’m Kim Hyebin, the chief of this crew, come this way,” she says, politely gesturing at you to follow her. She looks so polished and elegant.

As she guides you around the place, you wonder what your first task might be, manifesting your evident eagerness to the older woman.

“For today you’ll just watch and help around a little,” she says, “you are new, you will need to get used to this kind of life first. You know… managing everything could be quit tiring, but I am sure you’ll get accustomed fast enough.”

“I will try to, miss.” You nod, following the woman around.

“And here’s your desk, I will be right over there in case you need anything. There is nothing much for you to do today, so can you just go copy these things for me please? I showed you where the copy machine is, you should be able to find your way around.” Miss Kim smiles, leaving you with an enormous pile of papers to photocopy.

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“Ok, If I want to keep this job I can’t screw up on the first day… but where is the copy machine,” you complain to yourself, walking around with the heavy burden in your arms. Your sense of direction is betraying you once again, already putting your spot at the company on the line.

You come across an opaque glass door that says Break Room and you peek inside, hoping to find someone who can help you out.

Hearing the door creak, two dark hooded figures who were filling their glasses from the water dispenser, simultaneously turn their head in your direction.

“Hi, you again?” one of them says with a hint of surprise, “So you got the job, I guess.”

“Hi! Yes, I made it!” You blush startled, recognising the boy from a few days ago.

Chris takes a look at you and points at your papers, “Those look heavy, let me give you a hand.”

He stretches his arms out to take the weight off you, but you shake your head moving your full hands to the side, while your pride takes over claiming that you are completely fine and your arms are totally not about to fall off.

Chris rolls his eyes and glances at his confused friend standing there beside him, then he speaks, “Oh right, this is Jisung. Jisung this is Y/N,”

A funny feeling peeks at the pit of your stomach as he says your name. He remembers? You greet the newly met boy, awkwardly trying to extend your right hand and balance the papers with the left, earning a chuckle from Chris who was clearly enjoying your goofy performance a bit too much.

“You’re quite stubborn, aren’t you? Give that to me,” this time he firmly grabs the papers from you, wagging his head, “why are you walking around the break room with all of this stuff anyway?”

“Well, actually I was looking for the copying machine. It’s my first day and I already look stupid.” You try to hide your embarrassment keeping your eyes to your feet.

“You’re close enough,” he encourages, “you just have to go to the next room.”

The two friends offer to escort you outside the break room, “to make sure you don’t get lost again”, as Chris mocks.

Jisung doesn’t speak much, merely following the conversation with his eyes and chuckling here and there. “He must be shy”, you think. Then he suddenly remembers he has something important to do, so you wave him goodbye.

“You can go too now, Chris,” you say turning to the older-looking boy, “I really don’t want to keep you from doing your things.”

“Naah don’t worry, I’m on a break now, plus I don’t think it will be very fun waiting for all those pages to be printed all alone,” he smirks. He is darn right and he knows it.

“I’d better get started then.” You place the first sheet in the coping machine and let it do its job.

“So, what do you do here?” You ask, feeling a bit chatty.

“I do a lot of thing, honestly, but I mostly produce songs.”

“Oh really? That’s cool!”

“I guess it is,” he cracks a coy smile, “And what about you? What will you do here, besides copies?”

“For now I guess I’m just gonna help around with whatever, but I have a role in the public relationships, I believe.”

“That’s… huge.”

“It’s really not,” you chuckle.

You find yourself surprisingly at ease talking to him, even though you two have basically just met. This is for sure a first, considering the countless times you failed letting the conversation with a new acquaintance flow, ending up with the other person feeling rather uncomfortable and you not knowing what to do.

“How did you ended up in public relationships here in Seoul?” he asks.

“I’ve always wanted to get away from (Your/Hometown) to explore the world, see new places, try new experiences… So after I was done with college I decided to do this crazy thing, leave all behind and come here. I started looking for a job and here I am.”

“Why Seoul out of all the places?” The boy seems quite curious about you.

“I visited Seoul when I was younger with my family and I just fell for it.”

“Was it the awfully busy streets or the tremendously polluted air?” You both laugh.

“I think it has its charm,” you add.

“That’s true,” he admits, “I was just joking. I moved here too, though it was years ago. I’m actually Australian.”

“Yeah I figured.” You smirk.

“Is my accent really that bad?” he looks a bit offended at your remark, “if you think it’s strong, then wait until you hear Felix’s”

“Felix?” you question.

“Yes, he’s… a friend, he works here too.”

“Oh I will gladly meet another Australian guy,” you say in a mocking tone, making the boy pout.

“I actually like your accent,” you blurt out, immediately regretting it, thinking about how shameless you must have sounded. Luckily, the coping machine has just finished its job. You look at your watch and hurriedly pick up all the copies.

“It was nice seeing you again Chris, thanks for keeping me company and sorry for wasting your time.”

“I do not accept your apologies unless you agree to see me again,” he dares.

You must look so obviously confused and taken aback that Chris has to rephrase his statement. “I mean… if you want to we can meet again, I guess.”

“Oh… yes… sure… I would be glad,” you admit.

“Okay then… what time do you get off tomorrow?”

Clearly not expecting this, you hesitate a bit, “At seven…”

“Then let’s meet at seven at the car park, is it ok?”

“Yes, sure… see you tomorrow.” Chris smiles at you one more time before leaving you all blushing and dumbfounded about what just happened.

***

“Oh here you are, sweetie, it took you quite a while,” Miss Kim pipes, eyes still focused on her computer screen.

You quickly come up with the “coping machine was busy” excuse, realizing how much time you actually spent there.

The woman stops typing, takes her glasses off and looks at you straight in the eyes. “There are not a lot of rules for interns to follow, apart from being on time and not getting distracted with non-work-related things, but you must know this one rule and you must always remember it.”

You gulp at how scary serious she looks right now, wondering what it might be.

“Idols are off limits,” she continues, leaving you with a confused expression again. Why is she telling you this now? Did you do something wrong already?

“Yes… sure,” you stutter.

“In the past it happened that some people became interns just so they could get closer to a certain idol or group. We do not accept that and can do nothing but fire those people. We are looking for loyal and professional personnel here, we can’t allow scandals to happen and we won’t be indulgent about such things. I’m not telling you this because I don’t trust you. In fact, I have a good feeling about you, but you must know this and be aware of all the consequences.”

You fret, “I totally understand, thanks for telling me this, miss Kim.”

“I Know. Come here, I’ll give you your computer password and badge. You’re officially an intern now, I hope we can work well together.” Her serious expression gradually swifts into a more relaxed smile.

You nod admiring the thin piece of plastic in your hand. You just became an intern in one of the biggest entertainment companies of South Korea and your new life has just begun.

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Her Secrets 12 | 13RW Series

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I turn off the porch light when I notice Jeff isn't in the driveway anymore.

I look in my dad's office to find him passed out in his office chair with the laptop still illumining the dimly lit room.

I go over, and slightly shake him, "Dad." I whisper. He jerks awake.

"Huh?" He jolts. "Dad, it's just me. You fell asleep." I inform him. "What time is it?" He asked I look at my phone. "2:20," he shakes his head, as he closes his laptop and puts his glasses on top of it. "Let's go to bed dad." He gets up from the chair, turns off the lamp, and follows me up the stairs. "So how was the party?" He asks. "Very eventful." I laugh remembering the kiss, Chloe running out, and Jeff and I cuddling. He just smiles and shakes his head. "Alright, well night dad, love you." I stop at my bedroom door and give him a hug. "Love you too YNN, sleep well."

I enter my room and close the door. I strip down and turn on my shower. I quickly shower. I see my growing belly and I just smile. "I love you bugs." I rub the baby.

I get dressed and lay down. I grab my phone. Me; So Scott, I'm not sorry that we kissed but I am sorry that Chloe saw us. I also decided to text Jeff. Me; Goodnight Jeff, thank you for an amazing night and taking me home. I plug my phone in and let sleep take me hostage for the night. - DREAM I followed Andy behind the barn, "Why did you stab Sam?" I asked trying not to break. "Because if I can't have you, no one can." He gets closer to me, my stomach goes in knots and not in a good way. I'm frozen I can't scream or run. My body is frozen. "You're now mine," Andy's thin lips land on my lips. -- I walk downstairs and see my dad sitting in front of that stupid laptop again, "good morning dad," I yawn and grab some freshly brewed coffee. "Good morning YNN." I grab my coffee and a pop tart. I sat next to him at the table. "So dad, I was thinking that we go do something today, just me and you? We haven't done anything just us since I moved out here." I say hopefully that I can pull him away from work for at least a couple hours. "I have to get this report to my boss, maybe later YNN." He says not even looking up from the screen. "Oh okay." I take my coffee and pop tart and decide to eat in my room.

I reach my room, and for some reason, I just start crying. Parts of me wants a relationship with my dad because he's the only one that knows my secret. I pull myself together and finish my breakfast. -- I feel my phone vibrate on my stomach as I'm watching an episode of Shameless.

Jess; Hey girl, so everyone is going to Matt's lake house for spring break next week, you have to go? Me; Oh heck yeah, I'm in. What better way to forget about everything and feel normal than go away on spring break?

I start thinking about spring break, I instantly feel guilty. This spring break, Sam, a bunch of our friends and I were going to Panama City, Florida for spring break. It's a senior year tradition. - "YN, so all of us have to book our room for Panama this week," Sam informed me. "Alright," I smile to the blue-eyed boy. "Can I make a check for it?" I ask. "Yeah." I smile at him. Well, I'll have it to you tomorrow." "Okay. Babe, I can't wait to spend spring break with you." He kisses my forehead. I smile at my boyfriend. "I can't wait either." - The lake should be fun too, especially with Jess and all her crazy antics. Jess; Good, we're leaving Friday night and staying till next Saturday!

A whole week.

Me; May I ask who's coming?

I suddenly get nervous. I don't want to face Chloe and Scott. Especially after our kiss. Jess; You, me, Jeff, Justin, Zach, Bryce, Scotty, and Chloe. Oh great, I have to face those two. Me; Oh okay. Jess; What's wrong? Me; Come over and then I'll tell you. Jess; Be there in a half hour. -- "YNN, Jess's here!" I hear a female voice call up the stairs. I don't recognize the voice. I hurry down the stairs not to see Jess but to see who the female voice was. I see Janet, my dad's 'girlfriend'. I guess that's what you can call her. I haven't seen her since the night of the party that I ran out 3 weeks ago. "Oh hey, Janet." I look to Jess, I embrace her in a hug. "Hey YNN, how are you today?" Janet interrupts me and Jess's hug. "I'm good, how are you?" I ask her politely. "Good." I look behind her to see my dad cutting up vegetables for what I'm assuming dinner for them. "Hey dad, did you finish the report for work?" I ask snobby. "Yeah, I did." He smiles a smile I haven't seen in the past 2 days. I roll my eyes. "Dinner will be ready in an hour," Dad calls after me. "Okay," I yell back on my way up the stairs with Jess hot on my heels. "You know who that lady is right?" She asks as we reach the safety of my bedroom. "Yeah, that's Janet, my dad's girlfriend. I don't know much about her." I shrug. "That's Zach's mom," Liv gets comfy on my bed, probably still hung over from last night. I can see the resemblance now. "Okay, that doesn’t bother me." I shrug my shoulders.

"Okay, now what's up?" Jess asks. "Well, Scott and I kissed last night, not like a peck, like full on made out," I say embarrassed. Jess sat up interested in what I was saying now. "And..." She motioned her head for me to continue. "Well, Chloe saw us, and Scott chased after her," I explain everything that happened. "That's why I saw her running outside crying and Scott running after her." I shake my head. "Yeah," I said trying not to feel guilty. "So did you feel anything?" She asked. "Not really," I admit. "No spark?" I shake my head no. "So, be honest what do you feel when you kiss Jeff? I know you've kissed." I huff and smile just thinking about kissing Jeff. "I feel fireworks and a sense of calmness all at the same time." "I think I figured out who you like now," she smiled. I blushed. I know I like Jeff, like really like Jeff, but there's something about Scott that always has me coming back for more. I sigh and lean back on my pillow, "is it okay if I crash here?" Jess asks. "Yeah sure." I smile at my best friend. I wonder what her home life is like, she never gets into details about it. "So Jess tell me something?" I ask as more of a question. "Of course, what's up?" Jess says scrolling through her social media. "Why do you need to crash here tonight and that time a couple weeks ago?" Her whole demeanor changed. She sat up and looked at me. "My mom and dad like to drink sometimes, and when they do they like to pretend they are a punching bag, their smart enough to not make the marks and bruises visible on each other. So I try to avoid them when they do drink. I usually spend the night with Justin on those nights, but tonight you needed me." She hugs me. "You know I'll always be here for you." I hope she does the same if she finds out I'm pregnant. "YNN, I love you." She smiles. "I love you too, Jess." I smile back. I look at the time 6:15, "hey let's go get pizza I'm starving and don't really want to be around my dad at the moment." I say getting up from my bed. "Oh hell yeah, let's go." Jess follows me down the stairs. "Hey dad, me and Jess are going out to eat," I explain. I just don't want to be around my dad, especially since he blew me off this morning. "Dinners almost ready," my dad says a little hurt. "No thanks, I'm craving pizza." I smile at both my dad and Janet. "Oh okay, well be safe." He says as I grab my keys from the counter and walk out to my car. "I can't believe your dad is that cool, my dad would kill me if I told him I was leaving after him cooking a meal for us," Jess says as she settles in the passenger side. "Eh, to be honest, my dad doesn't really want me around it feels like." I shrug. I drive to the nearest pizza place in town. "So are you excited about next week?" Jess asks as we dig into our large half cheese half mushroom pizza. "Yeah, a little nervous, but mostly excited." I smile. "Just think you'll have some well deserved alone time with Jeff." She winks at me. "Shut up, I don't want to sleep with him, I just like to hang out with him," I admit. I couldn't imagine having sex again, especially so soon after everything happened. "Really?" She says as more of a question. "Yeah, I like him, I don't want him to think I'm just in it for sex," I admit again. "Dang YNN, you're such a good girl. You know both boys would be so lucky to have you." She touches my hand, and I could feel a sense of sincerity in her voice. "Really?" I ask. "Oh yeah." She shakes her head yes. I just smile. I wish I could tell her. My smile quickly fades, but instantly stuff my face with pizza so she doesn't see the switch in my facial expression. -- Jess is silently sleeping on the left side of my bed, and I instantly break. I just wish I could tell everyone, but I already know I'm going to lose everyone if I do. I rub my belly. "I hate your father, but I love you." I barely whisper to my unborn baby.

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Merlin Writer Month - Week 4: All Time Faves

Alright, y’all, the moment you’ve been waiting for: My favorite fics for week four of @madaboutmerlin’s Merlin Writer Month.

Now I know over this last month, I have been notorious for posting ridiculously long rec lists apparently even crashing some browsers- SORRY- BUT this time, I shall limit myself to my top eight (because I tried to do top five but HNNNG THERE ARE TOO MANY GOOD ONES) that I have not previously mentioned on any list (because many of my fave fics I also recced for Rare Gems week)- so I HIGHLY recommend you go scour those lists as well- if you want anyway lol

So, without further ado-

MY TOP EIGHT MERLIN FICS

NUMBER EIGHT

A Fistful of Infinity and Starlight by junkshopdisco

Pairing: Gwaine/Merlin, (Semi-Unrequited) Gwen/Arthur Pendragon, Gwen/Lancelot

Rating: Explicit

Words: 63191

Summary: Uther’s insane, Morgana’s plotting a new assault on Camelot, and Arthur and his knights are clueless but supposedly in charge. In the midst of it, Gwaine finds himself harbouring feelings for a man who apparently has a destiny, and learns something new about magic: it doesn’t play fair, and serving it shakes everything you hold dear – whether you’re a sorcerer or not.

My Comments: It’s a musical. I’m not kidding. Sadly there is no actual music written for it, but I feel that the characters have a very realistic reaction to walking through the hallways and suddenly finding your friends singing at you lmao

NUMBER SEVEN

Five Slices of Life by Wildcard

Pairing: Gwaine/Merlin

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 1541

Summary: Or 5 chocolates from a chocolate box sampler! All set within the same reincarnated modern AU as my other fic for enviropony - basically 5 drabbles that belong within that verse and fill prompts that were listed in the letter.

My Comments: Literally just five short little pieces about Merlin and a reincarnated!Gwaine. Short and sweet, and makes me smile every time I read it

NUMBER SIX

Have You Ever Seen The Rain by AkakoDukes

Pairing: Gwaine/Merlin, (Mentioned) Guinevere/Arthur

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 1052

Summary: "Of course he would have been here, hidden amongst the grass..." Merlin goes looking for Gwaine. Shameless fluff.

My Comments: The description is right: “shamless fluff.” Cute, sweet, and just leaves me happy lmao

NUMBER FIVE

Real Men Don’t Wear Girdles by HalfFizzbin

Pairing: Gwaine/ Merlin, Guinevere/Lancelot du Lac/Arthur Pendragon

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 12730

Summary: If Gawain and the Green Knight took place in the Merlin universe, it might have been a tiny bit different—because there's no way Merlin would let Gwaine traipse off on his own to get his head chopped off. Includes attempted alliterative verse, bawdy songs, evil deer, made-up spells, clichés, and a truly insane amount of fluffiness.

My Comments: OKAY, THIS FIC- I LOVE IT. THE WRITING STYLE IS GREAT AND SARCASTIC AND THE SEQUEL LEAVES YOU HOPEFUL FOR WHAT IS TO COME FOR THE FUTURE OF THE CHARACTERS. I have laughed aloud every time I’ve read this because it is also QUITE FUNNY if you ask me. A wonderful take on Gawain and the Green Knight that I feel fits very well into the universe of Merlin.

NUMBER FOUR

Author: tymedfire

Usual Pairings: Gen

Usual Rating: General Audiences

My Comments: Alright, something different for number four. Now this author is great. I have loved every single one of their fics- so much so that when I was compiling this list I was unable to choose just one to rec lol. A gen author who explores Merlin’s friendships with each of the characters in turn. I HIGHLY recommend their stuff!

NUMBER THREE

The Water Witch and the Black Dogs by Tipper

Pairing: Gen

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 65320

Summary: A little tale of evil hags, black dogs, missing princes and estranged siblings, not necessarily in that order. When Gwaine accompanies Arthur, Merlin and the knights on a diplomatic mission to Mercia, he becomes an unwitting participant in a power struggle for Bayard's throne.

My Comments: Now, I actually found this fic just last week and I sincerely wish I had found it sooner; I always adore Gwaine centric fics, and this one takes the cake. With wonderful exploration of family (of both the blood kind and the found kind), BAMF!Merlin, BAMF!Gwaine, and giant puppies (...okay, they only appear once BUT THEY’RE STILL THERE), this fic was one that I couldn’t stop reading and has a very satisfying conclusion after everything that happened, both in the characters’ pasts and for the events of the fic itself.

NUMBER TWO

Along a Wandering Wind by Hope

Pairing: Merlin/Gwaine, Lancelot/Gwen/Arthur

Rating: Explicit

Words: 63401

Summary: Just when Gwaine finds a reason to end his roaming, he must leave Camelot again, this time on royal orders. Whether and how he returns may depend on the secrets Merlin—and others—are keeping from him. (A romance of letters, intrigue and knightly apprenticeship, set post-S3.)

My Comments: Epistolary form is a weakness of mine, and this fic does it beautifully. Another Gwaine centric fic in which he and Lancelot are sent to Essetir to claim the land for Camelot following Cenred’s death. Wonderful exploration of Merlin and Gwaine’s relationship and how a long-distance relationship might have worked in their universe. It also beautifully handles many LGBT themes (including a canonical trans character) and I found myself emotionally connecting with the characters in a way that no other fic really had before. This one is great and I adore it as well <3

Alright...the moment you’ve been waiting for...

NUMBER ONE: MY FAVORITE MERLIN FIC

Hello, Sweetheart by ViridianJane

Pairing: Merlin/Gwaine

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Words: 44182

Summary: Gwaine and Merlin have been dancing around their feelings for years; Merlin too focused on trying to thwart destiny, and Gwaine holding back in fear of losing what they already have. But the battle at Camlann comes too close to taking everything from them. It’s a second chance for all of them, and Gwaine confronts Merlin about magic, love, loyalty, and (surprisingly) dragons. But the fight for peace is not over yet: Arthur has yet to change the laws on magic, and his ignorance and hypocrisy provokes a group of rogue druids into taking action. They’ve placed a curse on the land, and Merlin is the one suffering the consequences. Thus ensues a quest: Arthur, Gwaine, Merlin and Aithusa travel to four locations with close ties to magic in order to break the curse, and on the way, Arthur begins to right his wrongs and finally takes the time to listen to what Merlin has to say.

My Comments: This. This right here is a beautiful fanfiction. I have reread it at least ten times (twice in one day, actually!) and have cried nearly every time (I was in class the one time I didn’t. So.) I have it downloaded on both my laptop and my tablet, and I even tried to get it on my phone because I LOVE IT THAT MUCH- AAAAAND I’VE PRINTED IT OUT (after spending hours fixing up the file in Word because the PDF download is a liiiiiiittle skewonkous). Merlin and Gwaine’s relationship is beautiful, and I positively adore them and Aithusa together (Gabby, you’ve ruined me for Gwaine & Aithusa stuff- I need more and there’s barely any lmao). Gwen is beautifully characterized as well, and I feel that this fic is a wonderful conclusion to the show. It may also be what I have accepted as canon instead of the finale but that’s just me. If there is one fic on this list that I say you should read, it’s this one, because Merlin and Gwaine finally get the happy ending they deserve.

And with that I am finished! A thank you to the mods who ran this fest, and a general wish that I’ve helped you all find some great reads ^u^

#merlinwritermonth2018 #Merwaine #Merlin BBC

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Gotta Gogh [Part 2: Apple Water Is Not A Real Drink]

Pairing: Nadia x Maxwell

Words: 3,138

Tags: Canon Divergence, Crossovers, Curse words probably, The Riot Club!AU sort of, Loss

Neville pinches the bridge of his nose and heaves a sigh. It was dark outside, Leo left three hours ago, and they have emptied a bottle of 18-year old Macallan whiskey (it was 70% Leo’s – he drank straight from the bottle). Maxwell didn’t understand why he wouldn’t just simply recruit their friends. Every member of the club had to be handpicked by Neville, approved by Leo, be a noble, or at least be as rich.

“Max, I’m asking you – not as president of the club, but as your friend. Are you sure you can’t do anything about Liam?”

“I told you, several times Neville. He doesn’t like clubs – especially ours. You know how he is –“

Maxwell did ask Liam, but nothing could sway this person’s principles. Not even an offer to get him a life-time supply of baklava. Or buying him a peacock (which he definitely did NOT like. Said peacock now resides at the Ramsford Estate’s menagerie. No returns or refunds.)

“But Leo was president!” Neville looked like he was ready to tear his hair out of his scalp.

Although, it wasn’t just the general debauchery that they got up to that “bothered” Liam – it was Neville himself. And to be completely honest, Maxwell started seeing it too. But he’s not about to tell him that.

“And that’s exactly why he doesn’t want it.” Maxwell stands up and gathers his coat. He slings his UofC scarf around his neck. “Now, until you actually want to talk to me about club stuff, and not His Royal Highness, I’m leaving.”

As he goes down the winding staircase to the main museum wing, Maxwell passes a portrait of Prince Leo Rys, King of Hedonists, probably the worst ex-president in the hall of fame. Maxwell was only familiar of the “dinners” he threw for the club through stories by past members – it made Neville’s parties look stale. His own older brother, Bertrand, was Leo’s right hand during their time. But after their parents died it was hard to imagine Bertrand doing any sort of activity that a normal person would consider fun.

Maxwell doesn’t see where he’s going as he turns a corner to the archway, and he runs into someone. “Otis! shit, sorry,”

Oh. It’s not Otis.

The girl hurriedly straightens up, backing away a few steps. She looks worried, and Maxwell cuts her off before she could apologize. It would’ve been the second time today. “Wait, you’re not Otis. What are you doing here?”

He notices her fidgeting, absent-mindedly picking at her nails. However, she notices it too and immediately stops, and hides both hands behind her back instead. “I’m Nadia,” she smiles. It’s small, but even that he notices. “I work here part-time… uh… sir..?”

“Sir? No, just Maxwell.” Maxwell could feel the corners of his mouth turning up. Technically it was Lord but he was already douche-y enough during their first ‘encounter’. “So, what do you do…for the rest of the time?” Witty, Max. Fucking cool it.

“I’m an exchange student actually, Fine Arts.” Nadia says proudly. “Um, Otis actually left early, if you’re looking for him?”

Maxwell shakes his head. “No, no – I was just leaving. So, Otis left early? What happened to him?” Some nights club meetings go until eleven, and the old man would still be at the museum. Sometimes Maxwell wonders if Otis was actually a real person – not just some grumpy museum spirit who likes to clean and give tourists dirty looks if they get a little too close to the art.

“I may have convinced him to go home,” Nadia smiles and starts walking, Maxwell catches up to walk beside her. “I found out that he collects sketches, doodles, stuff like that – so I promised him one if he went home before dinner today.”

“He talked to you??” Maxwell asks in disbelief. He tried befriending the guy, but he was as cold as ice. The one time Otis did sort of interact with him was three years ago.

Maxwell has stayed over in the museum before – in their club’s office in the upstairs left wing. The office had been there since this very building was built. The whole construction paid for, of course, by one of the esteemed members in 1645. He was nineteen and drunk out of his wits – the night of his parents’ funeral. He collapsed onto one of the leather chesterfield sofas and yet he didn’t sleep a blink. The next morning Bertrand came running in with Otis, his brother looking gaunt and haggard – like he aged ten years. He hugged Maxwell and for once Maxwell had openly sobbed onto his brother’s jacket until there was no more.

Otis left to give them privacy, and when he returned he had coffee for them both. Bertrand thanked the old man, and patted him on the back as they left for home – to Ramsford – forced to face a home without their mother’s infectious laughter.

“Hey, you okay? I didn’t know you wanted to befriend Otis that much.” Nadia jokes, quickly glancing at him to gauge his reaction. Maxwell gives her a reassuring smile. How could he not, when looking at a face like that?

“He likes drawings huh? I’m not very good,” Maxwell confesses. “I think I’ll need lessons.” It was his turn to check her reaction. He has had painting lessons (among others) as a child – his father knew all the tricks to make him and Bertrand look effortlessly accomplished. To keep up appearances. But Maxwell was always the one who would ditch those lessons to go play somewhere else. Sometimes Bertrand would join, and their mother would find them both muddy, their leather shoes and the hems of their shorts soaked with water from the estate’s lake. But she only shook her head, smiling, as she led them back to the house to clean up.

“Well… this is a once in a lifetime offer but, if you’re here tomorrow I can give you one.” Nadia shrugs like it was no big deal.

“Hm,” Maxwell was almost jumping at the thought, but he had to retain some semblance of a cool image. “We’ll see.”

The next day after his last class, Maxwell finds his feet taking him to the museum, walking a little faster than normal. He knew he must’ve looked like a manic high on caffeine, but he didn’t care. He ran into Tariq, spilling coffee into his jacket.

“This is new!” Tariq yelled after him but Maxwell escaped with excuses of promising to pay for it as he backs away. He doesn’t hear Neville whispering to Tariq about “some American on a scholarship”, he can only see Nadia’s face. His fast walking pace turns to a jog – to a full-on sprint – when he sees the museum.

Nadia looks up from the front desk when Maxwell awkwardly (and quite dramatically) bursts through the doors.

“….Hi,” He breathes, taking in Nadia’s appearance. She smiles, but its tight, forced. Only does Maxwell notice the smooth classical music filling the room. “Bach?”

Her smile widens, more genuine this time. “Jon Liefs. How did you even mix that up?”

“Yeah, I-I don’t know anything about classical music. Believe it or not.” Maxwell only paid attention to music he could dance to. Slow dancing doesn’t count.

Nadia nods, humoring Maxwell. “Hey, so I promised you drawing lessons?” She clears her throat, then fruitlessly arranges papers on her messy desk.

This was his chance. “Actually… I was thinking we could go on an adventure?” He sounded more like he was asking a question than asking her out. Like a normal person.

Nadia sighs. “I don’t know. I’m kind of in trouble right now.”

Maxwell’s heart sinks to his stomach. “Trouble? What happened?”

“A professor yelled at me earlier because I couldn’t answer his question,” Nadia frowns. “I spent so much time studying up on paintings that I actually don’t know anything about Cordonia itself!”

Oh.

“My offer still stands...” Maxwell shrugs. “Let’s turn that trip into an educational one! Consider it a tutoring session, courtesy of a true local.”

Nadia narrows her eyes at him. “Where are we going? How should I know you’re not gonna kill me out of school premises?”

Maxwell’s jaw drops. “…did you just ask me that? Me? Look at this innocent face.” He pauses for effect. “See? I won’t hurt you.”

“Make sure of it.” Nadia meets his eyes as she quickly scribbles a number on a piece of paper. “I get off at five.”

Maxwell takes her number – it feels electric inside his fist. Or maybe his nerves are just going off. He shoves it inside his pocket as to not smudge the ink. “Right. I’ll see you later.” Two hours.

When Maxwell turns to walk away, he notices Otis standing to the side, giving the two of them a weird look.

“Hey, Otis.” He waves as he exits the museum.

“…hey.”

“Where are you even taking me?” Nadia walked beside him. It strangely felt natural, walking with Nadia along Cordonia’s capital city – cobblestone roads, traditional architecture, greenery growing wherever it allowed – and yet Maxwell wanted to shoot out of his shoes and into the sky. Calm down. A man was playing his guitar in a familiar tune, well, familiar to him. Nadia looked like she belonged in this beautiful place. He couldn’t help but smile at her and the sunshine she radiated – even when the sun has set.

“I was going to take you horseback riding but you’re wearing a dress… and I’m a gentleman.” Maxwell grins down at her, and Nadia scoffs at him.

“Horses?! You could’ve told me and I would’ve worn pants!” Nadia slaps him on the arm.

“Ow!”

“Oh, you baby. It wasn’t that hard… was it?” Nadia looks at him. “I took self-defense classes before, and I’ve been told to practice controlling my strength.”

Maxwell shrugs. “Dunno, I might need a kiss to make it better?”

Nadia stops walking and Maxwell looks back at her. “You’re a shameless flirt, you know that?” She shakes her head.

“Is it working though?” Maxwell flashes her a hopeful look.

“….no.” And with a smile, Nadia walks past him. She’s taking large steps, dodging a few people – some looking at Maxwell and then back at Nadia with that look on their faces.

“Wait up! You don’t even know where we’re going!” Maxwell weaves through the small crowd.

Nadia yells back, “I’m just following the smell of food!”

They end up inside a hole-in-the-wall café, a place that he has never entered in 21 years. The space was narrow, the brick walls were lined with old photographs, and the smell of freshly baked pastries. It was… as Bertrand would describe it… cozy – not without that judgmental look in his eyes.

“Why is it that you look like a lost puppy in your own country?” Nadia is sitting across from him.

“What? I’m just taking it all in…” Maxwell looks around, his eyes landing on her. “It’s um… very pretty.”

Maxwell clears his throat. “Anyway, how do you feel about breakfast for dinner? It’s not a Cordonian thing, it’s just a Maxwell thing.” Nadia’s eyes light up.

“I’m all for it. Just no apples.”

“Wow, offended Cordonian citizen here. I can only drink apple water to survive.”

“That’s not a real drink.” Nadia laughs.

“We’ll talk about drinks later,” Maxwell narrows his eyes at Nadia. “This apple argument isn’t over.”

He stands up, unsure. Right. So, no waiter. I just order in the counter – wait, do they accept credit cards?

“Do you need help, sir?” The guy behind the counter crosses his arms.

“Ah- yes, I’d like to order please.” The guy nods, finger poised to type in his cash register. Maxwell reads the menu, and looks back at Nadia. She gives him a thumbs up. “Two err- madame cristos-”

He manages to order without blundering and asking for apple water or “your most expensive champagne, preferably from the vineyards of Ramsford – a bottle of the L’ Dame Gold 1995 is best.”

“That will be 16 euros.” He finishes punching the order in, and his assistant, a girl no more than twelve (his daughter, probably) starts to fry up some eggs expertly in a griddle.

Maxwell hands him his credit card. He looks down on it, and hands it back. “Um, we only accept cash…”

Maxwell looks up at a sign above the counter. Cash only painted in big bold letters. Shit shit shit.

He sheepishly hands the man a 500 Cordonian-Euro note.

“Do you have a smaller amount, sir?” The guy looks confused now. “Or I could just run over to the next store to get you some change-“

“No, no! Please just keep it.” Maxwell could feel his embarrassment creeping up like the blood rushing to his ears. Note to self: keep smaller bills in wallet for next time.

The man argues, but Maxwell wouldn’t have it. Even he knows it’s ridiculous. Their hushed back and forth leads to an agreement on him coming back and getting “free” food until his balance runs out. Damn, all that arguing in his philosophy classes really came through.

Maxwell comes back to their table now with a tray of food plus a complementary dessert – their house special apple tarts.

“He gave it for free, couldn’t resist my charms.” Maxwell explains as he sits down, feeling more exhausted than after a jousting game with Leo. “What were we talking about?”

“Fancy apple infused water… drinks?” Nadia muses as she slices the egg on top of her madame cristo, breaking the perfect yolk.

“Right, you told me apple water isn’t a real drink, so we’ll have to agree to disagree on that.” Maxwell starts on his own sandwich. “However, I do have a non-apple drink that I invented and it’s amazing.”

“No apples? Tell me more.” Nadia takes a bite, her eyes widening. “Wow, this is… wow.”

“I know right?!” Maxwell grins proudly at her. “And I was getting to that, I actually need some name suggestions. It’s pineapple flavored, and it’s so good but super deadly.”

“Poisonous?” Nadia cocks an eyebrow. “I’m intrigued.”

“You could say that. My friend Tariq loved it so much – he failed an important test the next day and had to retake that class.” They all failed except for Liam, but he decided to leave that part out.

“Pineapple Paradise Punch.” Nadia says with a flourish of her fork. “It’s pineapple, you drink it and feel like you’re in paradise, and then it punches you in the gut the next day.”

“I don’t have to credit you every time I tell people about it, right?”

“You do! Every single time. Even if I’m not there. Nadia Park, famous painter and expert drink… namer. That could be a thing.”

Even if I’m not there.

Right.

“How about I make it for you whenever you want instead?”

Oh, god. No. No. Too forward. She’s not gonna stay in Cordonia forever.

Nadia simply smiles. “You’ll make it for me sometime this week. That’s a deal.”

It always got a little cold at night in Cordonia. After the cafe, Maxwell leads Nadia through streets that he doesn’t have memorized, but they were familiar enough. The crowd outside is starting to thin, a handful of tourists watching a saxophone solo being played. He doesn’t mind that he’s holding Nadia’s hand now as he practically drags the both of them toward the sound.

“Have I told you I’m a dancing king?” Maxwell grins at Nadia before tossing whatever bill he got first from his wallet inside the saxophone case laid out (he stupidly doesn’t carry change). The saxophonist’s eyes widen at the amount, but continues playing.

Maxwell holds his hand out to Nadia in the middle of the street, no cars, just warmly lit windows and some tourists – they don’t even matter. He half-expects Nadia to hesitate, but she immediately takes his hand and stands before him, matching his position.

“Dancing king? Let’s see then.” Nadia looks up at him, and rests one hand on his shoulder – the other in his hand.

He doesn’t see people looking in either adoration or judgement, he sees Nadia, and he hears the saxophone – like the music was being injected into his nerves. Maxwell easily leads her, surprisingly very light on her feet. He keeps his movement fluid and to the rhythm, raising the hand holding Nadia’s to cue her to do a spin. She does, laughing as she turns away from him and then their eyes meet again. Only for a second, because Maxwell surprises her by doing a spin of his own – quite the struggle considering his height but it only earns a laugh from the both of them. They stopped dancing, but the world is still spinning.

Maxwell wanted to kiss her as much as he needed to breathe.

Instead he drops his eyes and looks away.

“I think I need to see more dancing. Verdict’s still out.” Why did Nadia always know what to say? Maxwell plucks the courage to meet her eyes again but Nadia is simply watching the musician now, looking peaceful.

He sighs. “I don’t think you’re ready for b-boy Maxwell. It’s a lot to handle.”

She looks up at him. “You’ll find that I’m very…strong-willed? Prepared?” Nadia shrugs. “I can handle anything.” True, Maxwell thought. He wouldn’t know what to do if Bertrand had shipped him off to Oxford for one semester.

“I want you to meet my friends.” Maxwell blurts out.

Nadia laughs easily. “Wow, way to change the subject. Okay, why?”

“…Because you can tell a lot about a person by their friends. And we’re trying to get to know one another right?”

“I thought I was here to get to know Cordonia but… okay.” Nadia jokes. “So, are you saying that you carry hair gel and a comb wherever you go too?”

Maxwell snorts. Oh, Bertrand would have an aneurysm if he heard. “Are you talking about Neville?”

“Yeah…? That other friend you were with yesterday?”

Maxwell laughs. “No, I meant my real friends. Liam and Drake.”

“Just those two?”

“Only the ones who really matter.” He looks at her. “Liam is the most responsible and kind person I know. Got tons of girls after him, but he insists that his heart is only for Cordonia – so yes, he’s a dork. Drake, well, a little cold at first – but he’s a simple guy. Talk to him about fishing or camping and you guys will be automatic friends.”

“They sound like lovely guys.” But he could hear the slight hesitation in her voice. “Okay, let’s all hang out. Soon.” Maxwell releases a breath that he didn’t realize he’s been holding.

“How about this weekend? A few of us are planning on a little gathering…” Maxwell cocks an eyebrow at her. “It involves horses…”

“I’M IN.”

to be continued

FUN FACTS these facts are the best part only fools don’t read these

Lord and Lady Beaumont:

- In canon I’m pretty sure they died when Max and Bertrand were pretty young. But in this one, they died in 2008 (story takes place in 2011) so basically three years ago. Maxwell would have been 19 and Bertrand 24-25. It’s still pretty fresh.

- The orphaned Beaumonts don’t go broke in my universe. That’s just sad.

The Club:

- Leo and Bertrand ruled the club six years before Neville and Max. There was a group in between generations, but we don’t talk about them lmao.

- Leo still likes to keep tabs on the club even after he and Bertrand graduated from UofC.

- Members are mostly the nobility, rarely royalty, special cases of new money, and absolutely no commoners.

Just Noble Things:

- Leo had the idea to bring jousting into club activities. Neville loves them because he can take out his aggression – and hate for poor people. While watching, Liam convinced Drake to try it out once, and that was the last time Neville played. (He wasn’t severely injured physically, but his ego was thanks to a certain pants-ripping incident as he was sent flying off his horse.)

Cuisine:

- I HC that Cordonian cuisine is like a fusion of many others – with their own twist of course. Based from pictures, it seems that the geography and climate vary a lot, but the capital is near the sea. It has a Mediterranean vibe so that’s it, short answer: Cordonia has Mediterranean cuisine. Long answer: each duchy would specialize in different dishes. Portavira is near the sea, so seafood. Castelsarreillan is famous for their vineyards, but I’m imagining that they use olive oil, yoghurt marinades, complex spices, veggies, stuff like that – for entrees (simply because it looks like they have a lot of farmland). Olivia has mentioned before that she only likes her animals on a plate, so idk that just gave me a vibe that Lythikos is all about meat, deep and rich flavors that kind of contrast the cold all around. And of course, there are apple-themed dishes everywhere. Bottomline: I think about food a lot.

- Madame Cristos are a THING and yes, they are fucking delicious. It’s a cross between Croque Madame and a Monte Cristo. Here’s the recipe.

Currency:

- I wasn’t sure which currency Cordonia uses in canon. I read a “Krona” before but I’m pretty sure that’s a duchy (Madeleine’s fam). So, I just used “CDE” – meaning Cordonian Euros. It makes sense to me.

Dance, dance, dance:

- For the dancing scene with the sax solo, I was thinking more slow, sweet, “Can’t Help Falling In Love With You” instrumental cover vibes rather than sexy “Careless Whisper” lmao

- This dancing scene is a nod to Miss Saigon’s “Last Night of the World” because I just fucking love Lea Salonga okay LISTEN TO IT FOR THE FEELS

#europeanguy #gotta gogh #part 2 #maxwell x nadia #maxwell beaumont #nadia park #trr #the royal romance #pm #perfect match #fan fiction #fluff #au #canon divergence #multiple crossovers #europeanguy fic #I KNOW I KNOW THE PACING IS too fast but im tryna fix that issue lmao #thanks for 400 followers!#long post

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I Was So Good Back Then

Request: Unexpectedly banging Patrick on the tour bus late one night after a disastrous concert? Ex, the audience wasn't into it, Patrick kept forgetting lyrics, etc. The reader is maybe someone that he connected with before or during the concert? God, this request sounds so weird and needy on my end. *covers face in embarrassment*

(Pssst, not needy at all. Honestly same. Also, I got super carried away with this…)

Warning: Very graphic smut. +18, Dom Patrick Some comments on Patrick’s weight because this is Soul Punk era. PSA: All Patricks are good Patricks!

Words: 5146

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Patrick shoved me against the wall, lips attached to my neck. I let out a soft sigh as his hands ran over my body. God why didn’t we do this before?

I hurried through the crowded streets. Sometimes I hated summertime in Chicago. Too many festivals and it just adds to the normal congestion of rush hour. Other than all the people, I looked forward to sleeping in the next two days. I suppose the upside of working a desk job was that I got weekends off.

I rode the elevator up to my apartment which I shared with two roommates. One was my best friend who I had met through a concert a few years ago and another girl who was rarely home because of school. She helped pay rent though so Kelly and I didn’t complain.

Kelly didn’t even give me a chance to get through the door before she was jumping on me. She talked way too fast sometimes and the only words I could make out were “concert” and “he’s hot.”

“Seriously, Kell, at least let me get in the door. What about a concert?” I dropped my keys on the counter and began to pull my hair up into a ponytail.

“I said, there’s a cheap concert that we have to go to tonight. It’s been forever since we’ve gone to see a small artist play and from the look of the poster, he’s hot.” She winked at me and I rolled my eyes. She was seriously shameless sometimes. “Come on! Doors open at six and it’s already five thirty! Don’t want to miss the chance to meet the artist,” she said, pulling me to my room.

“No relaxing for me tonight I see,” I joked.

“Just hurry up and make yourself sexy. Well, more sexy than normal.” She laughed as I threw my blouse at her. I didn’t know what to do with her.

I checked myself in the mirror. Shorts and a sparkling, black, off-the-shoulder top. I let my bra strap show but who cares honestly. I pulled on my high-top converse and rushed Kelly out the door before she could make me redo my makeup.

We wandered around outside the venue once we got there. The line wasn’t super long but everyone in it seemed excited. Patrick Stump. That name sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it exactly. We walked past a girl and guy standing in line. Their conversation finally helped me place the name.

“Honestly, he was so much better in Fall Out Boy. This stuff is just over produced garbage.”

“No kidding. Most people get better once they lose weight but honestly everyone’s right. He was better fat.”

I wanted to turn and punch both of them in the face. How could they say something like that? I knew Fall Out Boy. Liked their music like most people. I knew they had split up but I didn’t know Patrick was out here doing his own thing.

I sighed. He probably didn’t remember me anymore. A long time ago we were a thing. But it never went anywhere. I kept this little detail to myself of course. Not that anyone would believe me.

We made our way inside the venue. I didn’t see those two people anywhere but maybe that was for the best. I was a bit spaced out as I took in my surroundings. Apparently, I didn’t look hard enough because I ran into someone, making both of us stumble. The person grabbed onto my arm to steady me. I looked down at the hand that wore a fingerless glove. My eyes trailed up his arm and to his dress shirt and vest covered torso. He wore a tie and my gaze finally settle on his face.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t really watching where I was going.” My eyes floated to the Cubs hat he wore, trying to disguise himself. But I knew that shy smile. Patrick. He was still a bit of a dork and I couldn’t help but smile. He might not have been on my mind but now that he was… my god I couldn’t think of anyone else.

“Oh no, it’s my fault. I was spacing out.” I tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. Patrick was always easy on the eyes. He was so cute back then and that still hasn’t changed.

“Forgive me for asking but, have we met before?” His head tilted slightly to the side and his brow furrowed. My heart began to pound. There’s no way he’d remember me. I just shrugged, grinning at him.

“Have we, Mr. Stump?” He chuckled and looked around to see if I had drawn attention.

“Guess my disguise didn’t work that well.” I giggled, debating whether I should point out that I recognize the hat too. I didn’t want to freak him out but at the same time, I needed to know if he still remembered me from all those years ago. Kelly watched me with interest from a few feet away.

“Well you’ve had that same hat since high school. You used to wear it whenever we met up,” I said. Confusion crossed his face. “You probably don’t remember me. We went to high school together. (Y/N).” The confusion remained for another moment before a huge smile covered his face.

“Oh my God, hi! How are you? I’m so sorry for not recognizing you, man it’s been so long,” he said, pulling me into a hug. I wasn’t expecting it so he kind of trapped my arms. I laughed as he released me.

“I’ve been alright. Just being normal. Which is clearly something you’re still not capable of.” He looked down at his feet shyly, a blush creeping onto his face. The last time we really saw each other creeped into my mind.

We had become so comfortable with each other and I liked him a lot. He was sweet and never pushed me for anything. We had gotten our hands on my parent’s liquor and were slightly buzzed. I asked him if he was still a virgin. I don’t know why I asked but I wasn’t expecting him to say yes. It made me feel horrible when I answered that same question with “no.”

After that, there was some silence. I don’t know what came over me, but I kissed him. He responded so eagerly at first but after some time, he stopped us. Said he didn’t want me to make a choice I’d regret. After that, it just wasn’t the same. Then graduation rolled around and he started doing stuff with a band. We drifted apart.

“So, how’s the fame? As amazing as they portray it?” He shrugged a bit, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“Some things are nice. Other things, not so nice. Had to deal with a lot of people from high school suddenly wanting to be friends with me. That was weird.” I giggled.

“Aw, poor thing.” I reached out to rest my hand on his arm. Would it be too cliché to say that there was a spark? Patrick looked at me, eyes briefly scanning my body. I cleared my throat and looked over to my friend who had a goofy grin on her face.

“I’ll let you get going. I’m sure it’ll be a great show.” I hurried over to Kelly and pulled her away.

“Dude, that was the guy, right? Why didn’t you tell me you knew him,” she whisper yelled at me? I’m sure my cheeks were red.

“Because we went to high school together. It’s been a long time since then.” She pulled us off to the side.

“The look on your face says that you were more than school mates. Did you do him or something?” I smacked her arm.

“No. We never got that far. He stopped us. He’s one of the good ones.” Kelly pouted. Honestly, I wanted to pout too.

“Well it’s never too late to get some. Just meet up with him after the show. I bet you could find him.” I thought about it. I probably could. At this point I bet it would seem like I was only interested in the fame. I shook my head at her.

“Let’s just go find our seats.”

The little stage was filled with instruments. What was this boy doing? I always knew he was a musical type but all this? I looked into his record a bit and it had said that he played all the instruments on it. He was just as amazing as ever.

The lights went down and there was some cheering. The band made their way onto the stage. A spotlight was focused on the front mic. I rolled my eyes. Dramatics, huh, Trick? The lights went out and a few seconds later popped back on with Patrick at the mic. Again, some mild cheering. A trumpet started the tune and the rest of the band followed. Patrick’s voice rang out through the venue.

“I, tonight, I feel like being alone. If you don’t mind, if you don’t mind. Would you please be so kind to close the door behind you?”

I melted at his voice. Holy hell. Soul Punk is right. I heard some singing coming out of the crowd but not nearly as much as I expected. I looked around and saw some people snickering. I tried to ignore it but that became difficult as the show went on. The cheering was being drowned out by other comments.

“Go back to Fall Out Boy!”

“This isn’t music!”

“We liked you better fat!”

A chorus of ‘boo’s’ and laughter filled the little venue. God, how horrible. This is what he had to put up with? I watched his face. He was getting frustrated but not acknowledging any of the comments. Sweat covered his face. I looked over at Kelly and she looked just as disgusted with the people around us. It got a bit quieter before the next song and I took that time to add my thoughts to the mix.

“You’re amazing Patrick!” Cheers started around me and they were louder this time, trying to drown out the negatives. Patrick made his way back up to the mic. He scanned the crowd and over me. He stared at me with the thankful smile on his face.

“Thanks everyone. We have one more for you.” He picked up his guitar. His smile turned shy and I watched as he bit his lip. He still does that, hm? “I guess I never someone would get to hear this.”

He launched into what seemed to be the final song. His fingers flew over the guitar and the chords. There was more cheering. His voice was sweet and seductive. It transformed into soulful regret.

“I’m not broken-hearted. I’m just kinda pissed off. Cause Allie I was so good back then! But I wonder if I’d be so good if I saw you again. Listen, miss, you’ve got me. You shoulda taught me such naughty things. You coulda taught me such naughty things.”

I froze a bit. No way he actually wrote about…

“And I, drunk beyond my fifteen years wished to be anywhere else instead. Cause I was too terrified of you. And all I was too scared to dare to do, so I slid unsuave off the mattress.”

A blush covered my face. That scene felt too familiar. He still hasn’t forgotten. I felt Kelly grab my arm. I couldn’t look at her, knowing that if I did, she would catch on.

Patrick nailed every high note. Left us hanging for about five seconds before sailing into the final chorus. He was killing me, just like he was with other people in the room. I could hear girls screaming. I’m pretty sure I even heard a few ‘fuck me’s.’

I glanced over at Kelly and she seemed to be flirting with a guy sitting next to her. Would I be going home without her? Probably. But hey, she’ll bring a good breakfast home tomorrow.

The song ended and the applause started. The band hurried to start putting their stuff away. Patrick thanked the crowd and set his stuff down and rushed back stage.

“Go after him. I bet he could use the encouragement.” Kelly pushed me a bit.

“What about you?” She rolled her eyes and nodded her head toward the guy behind her. I expected as much. I looked toward the stage. Maybe he went back to the busses already. I made my way through the people trying to get their last drinks before being kicked out.

The evening was cool but nothing too bad. I walked around to where we had noticed the busses before. There was only one with a light on. I took a deep breath and moved towards it. I looked around and didn’t see anyone other than a couple stagehands. None of them said anything to me.

A door opened and I saw Patrick step out. His hair was a mess but he was still beautiful. Maybe even more so. I walked up to him as he leaned against the bus.

“Patrick?” I swear he jumped a foot off the ground. I giggled at him as his hand covered his chest, fingerless gloves partially undone.

“Fucking Christ you scared me,” he said. He took a couple breaths and ran his hand through his hair. God, he was hot. Always has been. I’m just an idiot.

“Woah there. Patrick Stump swearing?” He rolled his eyes at me as I took my place beside him.

“Don’t pretend you haven’t heard it before,” he said.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve never said ‘fuck’ in your life,” I joked. He laughed along with me. There was a bit of a silence. I should give him some reassurance. The crowd didn’t exactly support him tonight.

“Does that kind of stuff always happen at shows?” He sighed, wiping some sweat off his face.

“Sometimes. I’m used to it at this point. Tonight was rough. I probably would have gone off if you hadn’t yelled at me. I appreciate it.” I moved some stones around with my shoe.

“You were amazing. I’m so sorry you have to go through that.” I looked back up at him with. A small grin made its way onto his face. He reached up to loosen his tie. I chuckled.

“What?”

“You used to need help doing those. I see you finally learned.”

“Was kind of necessary when the boys and I needed to go to award shows,” He said. He was so happy with them. But I guess even friends needed a break. I looked down at my feet. I should ask about the song.

“So. Allie? Is that her name?” My voice was quiet. I wondered if he even heard me.

“(Y/N).” The force in his voice made me look at him. He reached up to brush a piece of hair out of my face. He laughed a bit. “I never thought you would actually hear that song. Was the story that easy to recognize?” I nodded a bit. A blush creeped onto his face and I looked down again. If he looks at me like that, I might make another mistake.

One of his hands still stroked my cheek. I could feel where the cloves started on his fingers. I trailed my eyes up his body. To his hips, then his torso, to his loose tie. I met his eyes one more time. They were bright blue and slightly glazed over. Time to make some mistakes.

I grabbed his tie and pulled him towards me. I crushed my mouth against his and shoved him back against the bus. His other hand came to rest on my waist. I pulled away before he could respond any more than that.

“(Y/N). Are you sure?” He breathed heavily and I could feel him against my waist. I nodded.

“Yea. No more ‘being good.’” A smirk settled on his face as he pulled me to the bus doors. He held the door open for me. Still a gentleman. I looked around the small space. There was a small table and what looked like a door to a bathroom. There were three small beds a bit farther back.

I heard the lock click on the door. Heat rushed between my legs. Patrick came up behind me and kissed my shoulder. His mouth was soft and I could feel his tongue occasionally brush against me.

I reached behind me to run my fingers through his hair. It was still slightly damp from the sweat but I didn’t care much. His breath was hot on my skin but I shivered anyway. His hands slid under my shirt, fingers gripping me.

I turned to face him again, pulling his mouth down to mine. I stumbled backwards a bit and he followed me. I felt the table against my legs. I hopped up to sit and Patrick pulled my hips against his. His manhood pressed against me and I moaned. He pulled away from me slightly, resting his head on mine. A sweet smile covered his face. My fingers were still tangled in his hair and his still held my hips.

“Are you sure you want this,” I asked shyly? Patrick laughed.

“I only wrote a song about how I regretted not sleeping with you back then. I’m not going to make the same mistake. You were the one who said, ‘No more being good.’” His mouth was on mine again.

His hands kept moving up and around to my back. I arched my body toward him when I felt his fingers run over the skin beneath my bra. I broke the kiss and pulled my shirt over my head. Patrick kissed my neck as I started undoing the buttons on his vest. I pushed it off his shoulders and he tossed it on the bench next to us.

He pulled me off the table to stand on my feet again. He held my hips as he worked us backwards. Patrick shoved me against the wall, lips attached to my neck. I let out a soft sigh as his hands ran over my body. God why didn’t we do this before?

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I managed to get out in between sighs. I felt his smile against my skin. He pulled away and finished removing his tie. He began unbuttoning his shirt and I leaned down to kiss the newly exposed skin. I heard him sigh every time my lips moved lower.

“Holy hell.” I smirked up at him as I slid onto my knees. I pulled what was left of his shirt out of his pants and undid the button. Pulling down his pants and he was in front of me. I took him in my hand and I heard him curse again. I stroked him a couple times before looking up at him. His face was pleading. Must have been a while. I smirked up at him before placing my lips on the head.

One of his hands grabbed my head but never forced me any farther. I moved slowly at first, which was apparently torture for him. He begged me to move. I would just look up at his face with my mouth wrapped around him. I may have done that one too many times.

His hips bucked forward and startled me. I was able to keep my coughing in check and braced myself against his leg. I pulled away from him and his grip on my hair tightened.

“You want more? Then take it.” He looked down at me, wondering if I was serious. I licked the head and he growled. His other hand made its way into my hair and he pushed my mouth back onto him. His hips thrusted in and out but never too hard. I know he’s being gentle. He was still the same Patrick in some ways.

Suddenly he was gone. He kneeled with me and kissed me roughly. I nibbled on his lip and he worked his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as his hands fell from my hair and moved to my breasts. He squeezed and rubbed them gently, working my nipples to peaks. He reached around and undid my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

He still had his gloves on so when he grabbed my chest again, I could feel just how skilled his fingers were. I was aware of very little move they made. The rawness of his skin combined with the smooth leather drove me crazy.

“Patrick. I need you,” I moaned. He pulled back from me and nodded. He smiled as he stood, pulling his pants up with it. I pouted and he laughed at me. He held his hand out.

“Come.” I smirked at him.

“I hope so,” I said. It took him a moment to recognize what I said, then he yanked me over to one of the beds, throwing me down onto it. He grabbed my legs and pulled my shoes off. He kicked his off then climbed on top of me. His lips found mine again and his hands worked their way down to the button of my shorts.

“Condom,” he whispered.

“Pill,” I said. Now that that was out of the way. I pulled him back to my lips.

I lifted my hips to make removing the damn things easier. I laid there in front of him, completely naked except for my underwear. Patrick stood and stared at me for a moment. A smile settled on his face. His eyes never left mine as he removed his gloves and shirt. He moved between my legs. I watched him as his head lowered to my thighs.

He kissed me softly, over and over again. I arched my back. He kissed everywhere except where I needed him. I whined in protest. I felt him chuckle.

“You are so impatient.” He looked up at me and I pouted. “And so unbelievably beautiful.” I hid my face. God why did he have to say things like that? “You can hide all you want. That doesn’t change anything. Let me prove it to you.”

I jumped when I felt his fingers against my clit. I gasped, rolling my hips forward. He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down. I helped him kick them off and then he was between my legs again, kissing my thighs. His tongue touched my center and I rolled my hips again. He needed to stop teasing me.

He wrapped his arms around my legs and waist. I couldn’t move. He kissed me and I moaned loudly. His tongue traced random patterns all over me. I tried to twist out of his grasp but he held me steady. I whined more as he sucked on my clit. My hands flew down to his hair, holding him in place.

“Fuck, Patrick. I can’t take it.” I wanted to scream. I needed to move. He stopped but only to smirk and tease me.

“If you want me to stop, then you need to cum.” I tried to be conscious about my grip on his hair but that was hard when he wouldn’t let up. His tongue was all over me. It even dipped in and out of my entrance.

“I need more Patrick, please. I’m so close.” I bit my lip and I just felt the hum of laughter. He continued the sweet torture until I thought I would explode. I tried to wiggle my hips and found I had slightly more movement than a moment ago. I begged Patrick’s name.

“Oh fuck!” My hips rolled forward and my back arched as he slid two fingers inside me. He curled his fingers up, hitting that spot and I completely shattered beneath him. He let me ride out my orgasm before removing his hand. I shuttered as he laid down next to me and pulled me against him.

Patrick kissed my shoulders and back. I still felt his need pressed up against me. I wasn’t going to leave him like that. His hands roamed my body gently. I turned to face him.

“Patrick, you still need to get off.” He smirked.

“Oh, I wasn’t done with you. I just wanted to give you a chance to relax before I fucked you. But if you’re ready…” he rolled so he was on top of me. He pushed his pants down again and kicked them completely off. He settled between my legs before leaning forward and kissing me sweetly.

“You have to tell me if it’s too much, ok?” I nodded. “Say it. Promise me.” I wrapped my legs around him.

“I promise. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.” I didn’t quite understand why he needed me to promise him that. But I forgot about it as soon as he pushed into me.

“Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so warm. God, you feel amazing,” he said. He pushed all the way in then paused. He leaned down to kiss me again. His hips moved slowly in a pattern. I rested my hands on his face, forcing him to look at me. Sweat covered both of us. He was holding back. I couldn’t have that. I kissed him again.

“Stop holding back,” I mumbled against his lips. He groaned and bit down on my lip lightly before sitting up. He grabbed my legs and forced them open and back. He picked up his pace. I moaned in pleasure. The new angle made him go deeper than before. I could feel my body get closer to the edge. My moans and gasps grew louder with every thrust of his hips.

“Patrick harder. I’m so close,” my eyes met his and I smiled. He was beautiful. He bit his lip then pulled out of me. I went to question but his gaze shut me right up.

“Hands and knees. Now.” I wanted to listen to him. But another part of me wanted to say no, just to see what he did. The thought excited me. Of course, I wanted him back inside me but the curiosity was too strong.

“And what if I don’t?” I sat up and pushed my chest out. He looked slightly taken aback but recovered quickly. He smiled as he let a finger run down my cheek.

“The more you resist the worse it’s going to be.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“From the way you say that, I think that’s exactly what I want,” I said. His eyes narrowed and he grabbed me, pulling me off the bed. He spun me around so my back was against his chest. He attached his lips to my neck and bit me. It didn’t hurt but I knew there would be a mark. Once he was satisfied, he shoved me back onto the bed.

Patrick grabbed my hips, pulling me up to my knees. I fought but only slightly. He pushed himself back into me. And he wasn’t gentle about it this time. I cursed and I heard him laugh. One of his hands held a fist full of my hair, the other gave the occasional swat on my ass.

He groaned and cursed. He must have been close. Patrick pulled on my hair so my head bent back. The familiar build up returned and I welcomed him as his thrusting became erratic. The hand that wasn’t holding my hair moved to rub my clit. The building came faster and harder. I groaned and my fingers dug into the mattress.

“Patrick, I’m gunna…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. I felt myself clench around him and he hissed, grabbing my hips and fucking me harder. He leaned down and growled.

“Cum for me. Say my name and cum for me.” As if my body was waiting for his permission, my second orgasm ripped through me. I called his name and my body spasmed. I buried my face in the bed and moaned as Patrick rode out his. He repeated my name over and over again. Each one more gentle.

He pulled out of me and moved to lay on the bed. I collapsed next to him and he kissed my head. He rubbed my back and sides, helping me relax. I opened my eyes to meet his. I giggled and he kissed me.

“I was an idiot back then. We should have done this a long time ago.” I shrugged and stroked his face.

“Better late than never.” We both laughed. Patrick bit his lip and his eyebrows drew together as if he was thinking.

“So, um. I don’t know about you. But, um. I, uh, would love to like, uh, meet up again? Like this?” I stared at him for a moment. “Or uh, not like this. Um, I could, uh, take you out. Like a date, or something.” There was the Patrick I knew. I giggled and kissed his nose.

“Yes. To both of those requests.” He let out a sigh of relief and pulled my lips to his.

Our bliss didn’t last much longer. The door to the bus jiggled. Of course, it was locked but it still made both of us jump. I hurried to collect my clothes and Patrick was able to grab himself a t-shirt and sweats.

“Hey, you got the extra key?”

“I gave it to Patrick earlier.”

“I know I saw him walk out here…”

“Hey, Trick! You in there?”

I pulled my shirt over my head and did my best to fix my hair. It was pointless but I wanted to look somewhat presentable. Patrick hurried to the door and unlocked it.

“Sheesh dude why’d you have the door locked? And why does it smell like…” The two other guys that stepped onto the bus froze when they saw me. I ran a hand through my hair and smiled.

“Sorry I was just leaving.” I grabbed the note pad that we had knocked onto the floor and scribbled my number on it. I tore off the page and handed it to Patrick. “See you soon, I hope.” He smiled and nodded.

“I’ll see you soon. Do you need me to take you home.” I shook my head.

“No, I’m just a few blocks down. Besides, I think you have some confused roommates to deal with.” Patrick walked me off the bus and grabbed my arm. He pulled me back into a hug.

“I’ll do it right this time. I promise.” I believed him. I kissed him one last time before I made my way home. The venue wasn’t even out of sight before my phone was buzzing. I smiled and added Patrick’s number

So, I totally forgot that wasn’t my bed. But it is now I guess.

#fanfiction #patrick stump imagine #smut #fall out boy fanfiction #fall out boy imagine #patrick x reader #band imagine #patrick stump fanfiction #requested #My writing #feedback always appreciated

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bathalyon · 6 years

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Super Junior as High School Students!

Leeteuk:

- The Best Class’s President of the year - aaaand nobody listen to him - loves to have a chat with the teachers, an attention-seeker - When the teacher is absent, he’s the one who would know it first, and ask for replacement task so everyone knows he’s in charge. - he sits on first row, beside Kibum and in front of Heechul - LT: “Guys, Kim Seongsaenim can’t teach us today, I think he’s fall from the cliff or something, but I asked for assignment, YEAH!!” The others: “...” HC: “Let’s kill him.” - He has this one nerdy girl who always been crushing on him. He knows that but pretends to be clueless so he doesn’t have to break her heart. - Is on Charity club and Student Communication Center Club. - Wears white everyday. One time he wears all white from top to toe, and the school janitor thought he’s spirit of clean-ness - always bring wet tissue/? and handkerchief in his bag just to wipes something dirty (OCD alert)

Heechul:

- The Narcissistic Flower-Boy but has a LOT of fans - Supposed to be second-in-command but he can’t even lead himself - Trust me his personality it’s getting better every year, now people can look at him in the eye - rumored to be gay because... JUST LOOK AT THOSE FACE!1!1!1 - (un)usual things on his bag: comb, small mirror, asuka’s miniature, and marker for signing on his fans stuff - HC: *is doing something nice* HG: “What are you doing?” HC: “Uhhh, doing charity?” HG: “BUT YOU’RE SATAN!” - Sits behind Leeteuk so he can wake him up if he’s asleep in the middle of class, and beside Hangeng just because he needs translator. - Jealous of Eunhyuk since he’s the Vice-Class president. - is on Anime club and Drama-Improv Club - make a bet about whose the real gay in class, because he’s SURE he is not the only one....

Hangeng:

- The Exchange Student form China who happens to be stuck with other 14 idiots. - Lives in Students Dormitory with Zhoumi and Henry - is on Martial Arts club and Korean Language Club - Sits on Second row beside Heechul and Henry, Behind Kibum and In front of Zhoumi (Ha... good luck for imagining that...) - Teacher: *explains something* HG: “Henry, can you explain that again to me?” HR: “Idk hyung, I’m not Korean” HG: “Zhoumi, Can you..” ZM: “I’m not Korean either hyung...” HG: “Kibum, do you understand--” HC: “FOR GOD SAKE HANGENG YOU HAVE ME!” - the victim of language and culture barrier. One time Kangin was asked him what he has for a pet, instead of answered, “dog” he said, “crab” - still bring chinese lunch although it’s his third year on Korea - has the most blank faces in every classes. - his parents are rich because they are one of successor from China, but he prefer to be quiet about it than taking a risk to be robbed by his shameless friends (as in 13 of them, except Siwon)

Yesung:

- The weird guy who makes you question things - his fashion style kinda emo but rebel/? - sits on fourth row, beside Shindong and behind Eunhyuk, all he do is sleep in class - is joining the school band as vocalist. Guess what their genre is... yup, EMO. - when he’s bored he goes to people on the second row to touch their philtrum. But he ends up getting slapped by Heechul. - Cass: *in chaos* YS: *humming in song* “Is there anything I could help?” KB: “Yes hyung, we need you to shut up!” - bad at math but good at art - is on School band and Musical-Drama club - has crush on his keyboardist but it goes away when he knows she doesn’t like turtles - client of detention because sleeping in classes - annoyed by Eunhyuk all the time because there is this ‘rivalry’ thing between dance club and musical club, but when it comes to class he just annoyed because Eunhyuk like to tease him about his voice - the others make him promise to not wondering around when there is school trip, because if we lose him, the world is the one in danger, not him

Kangin:

- The one of those Unpopular High-School Jock - always wear his baseball uniform although there were no training that day - sat on the fourth row, beside Shindong and behind Sungmin - best-friends with Leeteuk since he has to persuade him to not tell teacher if he did something wrong - was a school bullyer since he has big figure, but rn he’s just lazy - mistaking Heechul as a girl ONCE, and he regret having a crush on him in the past - KI: “Hey Wookie, Can I copy your homework?” RW: “I don’t think all the answers of my homework are correct” KI: “Well, Is that what I’m asking for?” - client of detention because sleeping in classes.2 - is on Basketball Team and Video Games Club - He was bullying Sungmin in their first grade but now they end up in same class make him more sorry towards him - Don’t worry, Sungmin forgive him although he still can’t be 3 meters around Kangin, face to face. - He always treat the guys especially eunhae since both of them look pitiful

Shindong:

- The Class’s snack storage and Division of Documentation - He prefer to sat in last row, in between Kangin and Yesung, also behind Zhoumi - He’s a Mama boy, so if you wonder where all the foods he has came from, yep it’s his mother - this guy hates pizza and noodles and it makes all the guys love him even more - SD: *leaves the class with full box of pizza* HC: “Yah yah yah, fatso! Where are you going?” SD: “uh.. throwing these? wae hyung? wanna some? I don’t eat pizza” HC: “huh, I guess world is indeed fair” - he doesn’t like to take photograph, so he’s the one who works behind camera instead - is on Screen-writing Club and Food Club - people always treat him like a kid, HE IS KIYOWO THO - This boy doesn’t care basically love ‘jaeyuk’ more than girls - if the class is more crowded than the usually, there must be a ‘wrestling competition’ between him and Kangin - He has been the winner of that competition for 5 consecutive weeks

Sungmin:

- The All-Time High School Sweethearts - He always be that guy who stare at the window in classes, with earphone on both ears and calm looks on his face - speaking of window, he sit on third row beside the window, behind Heechul and in front of Kangin, Zhoumi in his other side. - Sorry girls, he has girlfriend on math class - He used to be nerdy with those big specs but puberty hit him hard - He became popular since his girlfriend is Vice-President of student organization - Heechul always think that he’s the true gay in class, but when he knows Sungmin got a girlfriend, damn tears. - is a genius on learning new language. He listen to Hangeng-Henry-Zhoumi convo and discover how to speak Mandarin immediately, also he watch anime hentai from Eunhyuk’s pc and know he knows how to speak Japanese - KH: “Hyung stop doing that...” SM: “Huh? Stop doing what?” KH: “Smiling, the fangirls outside are having trouble breathing...” - is on Psychological Club and Foreign Movie Club - He made out with Kangin on Group therapy themed “Jocks need Nerds, but Nerds can murder Jocks without leaving a trace”

Eunhyuk:

-The hyperactive Class Clown and Leeteuk’s right-hand - has been friends with Donghae since they were on Kindergarten - he sits beside him and Zhoumi, in front of Yesung and behind Henry. third row - is on Food Club too because he eats a lot, ppl always say that Shindong is the one who has large stomach, they are wrong - also in Dancing club, the foods he eat are burned there - SW: “I think Eunhyuk is handsome...” EH: “HAH! DO YOU HEAR HIM GUYS? HE SAID I’M HANDSOME! SIWON-AH SAID THAT AGAIN!” SW: “I think I have talent on lying, hehe” - he call himself ‘Jewel-boy’ but the boys call him ‘Sun Go Kong’ - spends his time too much with Donghae, he become the 2nd Pabo in class - that one guy who gives teacher random questions and random answers - is happy when everyone cracks up because of his jokes - is the real angel here, PROTECT HIM - although he’s kinda silly but everyone never doubt his leadership, even Heechul is afraid of angry Eunhyuk

Zhoumi:

- The Not-So-Chinese-Playboy - He’s Siwon’s cousin, no wonder they kinda look alike- he sit on third row, between Eunhyuk and Sungmin, behind Hangeng and In front of Shindong. - he knows he born with ‘handsome genes’ that’s why he’s known as the class’s player - at every lunchtime he would come to cafeteria to pick up girls - his success rate is 4/10, depends on how dumb the girls are - is on basketball team since he wants to see the cheerleaders, and on School Magazine club - KI: “Yeah, talk to you later nunna” *hang up the phone call* ZM: “Is that your sister?” KI: “Yep” ZM: “Is she pretty?” KI: “Do you wanna see her from hospital or graveyard?” - he’s the most ‘up to date’ person on class. His gadgets are in diverse. One time Eunhyuk was in shookt when he knows that Zhoumi’s toilet could lift the lid by itself - knowing a lot of people at school, kinda popular. And the boys make him gossip scouts and news notifier

Donghae:

- Class’s Crybaby and Beauty-Pabo - people said he’s handsome but he doesn’t believe it til now - he’s not stupid on common knowledge, he’s just stupid at doing his life - he sits beside Eunhyuk and behind Siwon - he loves poetry and photography, makes him joined Writing Club and Photography Club - because he friends with Eunhyuk, he also takes Dance Club. He kinda follow Hyuk everywhere.... - he’s spoiled by Heechul because he looks like lil puppy who needs its mama (or tamagochi) - Teacher: “How many world war has happen up until today?” DH: “ME! 6 WORLD WAR” EH: “Yah, not that many!” DH: “Jinjja? Is it 5 and a half?” - The others never let Siwon, Donghae, and Heechul walk together, the hallway would riven - he cried watching Bambi and Documentary of Crocodile’s Evolution - he has a lot of secret admirer, not fans tho, just the one who cannot talk to him because of his 14 overprotective brothers

Siwon: - The Real High School Prince and Church Oppa - His parents are on of biggest donors for school - Everyone who knows this immediately treat him like prince, (everyone knows tho...) - despite his handsome appearance, the boys always mock him because he looks older than he suppose to - always go to Church to pray or just refill his holy water for purifying Heechul - he sits on second row, beside Henry, Behind Ryeowook, and in front of Donghae. - From the first day of school, he always wants to be friends with Ryeowook, but Wookie can’t stand Siwon’s greasiness - KB: “Why are you so rich and Zhoumi looks like he always got nothing to eat?” SW: “Because I always thankful for what God’s ha given to me...” KH: "HEECHUL HYUNG! SIWON HYUNG IS GIVING HIS TRIAL TO KIBUM” HC: *slams table* “NOBODY PERSUADE MY BABY!” - He’s on Christian Club and Charity Club, holy shisus... - the boys crowned him as “the one who likely to become a president” and “the one who likely to become a sugar daddy if Heechul ask him to”

Kibum:

- The most normal among the freak - actually he’s not normal, he’s too quiet - despite the silent he does, he always get 1st rank at school. No, not class, at SCHOOL. - sometimes he would play with the other boys, ot be the one who split the fight with his intelligence - he sits in first row between Leeteuk and Kyuhyun. In front of Hangeng - tbh, his favorite hyung is probably Sungmin because he’s the next normal one - YS: “Kibum-ah, you’re too smart for this class, why are you in this class?” KB: “Hyung, If you want to look smarter you need to hang out with dumb people” - is on Science Club and Math Club - loves astronomy because he wants to go to somewhere more quite than this class - the only person who would fight him is Kyuhyun, but both of them are lousy so they just ends up crying and made up - Siwon’s companion going to church

Ryeowook:

- The Music Box and Class’s Chef - he sits on first row, beside Kyuhyun and in front of Siwon - he choose a song that suits situation of the class everyday - SD: *is eating* RW: *plays SJ - Cooking? Cooking!* DH: *is crying* RW: *plays Seventeen - Don’t wanna cry* HC: *is doing anything* RW: *plays Sunmi - Gashina* HC: *death glare* “really Ryeowook, really?” - he also the one who does commentary when somebody doing something, the most absurd thing he does is commenting on Yesung who just chewing gum - is on Radio Club and Cooking club - He won from category of “the one you wants to get stuck in deserted island with” and the reason is just because he can cook - admits that he has girlfriend, but nobody believe that. everyone wonder what kind of girlfriend who wants parrot as her boyfriend - once ask Siwon to buy him a GIRAFFE as his birthday gift

Kyuhyun:

- The Gamer with Mouth full-of Sarcasm - that one guy who never pay attention on class but always get the 2nd rank - Leeteuk would always be the one who snatch his phone or game out of his hand so he would interact with others - he sits in first row between Kibum and Ryeowook, also in front of Henry - there is one time when Kyuhyun made Donghae cry because he said Donghae is useless - HG: “I can’t believe you said that, I’m mad at you!” KH: “Hi Mad At You, I’m Kyuhyun! Nice to meet you” - is on Algebra club and starcraft club - the boys never let him goes into argument with Heechul, there would be no end - but sometimes Heechul is his companion on playing starcraft and mock the others in sarcasm - everyone call him “Evil Junior” - He almost killed Yesung’s turtle by giving it a camphor - Siwon’s second target of purifying soul

Henry:

- The one little bastard - he came from Canada but his soul is Germany - likes to hide porn inside Eunhyuk’s table, so he’s the one who get blamed - sits in seond row, between Hangeng and Siwon, Behind Kyuhyun and In front of Eunhyuk. - since his cheeks are chubby, the hyungs often pinch it so it gets red - SD: “I get nervous when you get silent in the corner of the room” HR: “Waeyo hyung?” SD: “Molla...” *look at Henry’s magazine* - is on Violin Club and DJ Club - his parents is Korean, but they lived in Canada for 7 years and now forget how to talk in hangul/? - his favorite hyung is Heechul since he’s always on his side whenever porn is involved - HC: “HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT MY BABY WATCH PORN, HE’S INNOCENCE!” LT: “HE FREAKKING NAMED THE FILE “TISSUE NEEDED”, HOW COME I’M NOT SUSPICIOUS!” - he sleeps on the same bed as Hangeng because he’s skinnier than Zhoumi

#super junior #suju #sj #leeteuk #heechul #hangeng #yesung #kangin #shindong #sungmin #eunhyuk #donghae #zhoumi #siwon #kibum #ryeowook #kyuhyun #henry #kpop #kpop imagine #suju imagine

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lhugbereth · 7 years

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So my anxiety has been through the roof the past few days and I was hoping I could ask for some fluffy headcannons about the chocobros. Like who brings home stray pets and who falls asleep while watching movies. More domestic-ish stuff. Sorry if I ever get to be annoying...

Sorry to hear anxiety’s been getting you down! Clearly Prompto (the fish) needs to step up his game. In the meantime, I hope a little domestic fluff OT4 will get you through the day :3 Actually, it turned into some Promptio fluff and then pet shenanigans.... But I hope it still fits your criteria! BTW I’m basing it off the same errbody-lives au ending as I did for the last one of these.

Chocobro OT4 + Kitty feels under the cut! v v v

- One thing that hasn’t changed after all the years inside the Crystal and atop the throne is that Noctis still hates mornings. When he doesn’t have some pressing duties pulling him out of bed at ungodly hours, he tends to sleep in - sometimes all day if the others let him.

- Of the four, Prompto tends to wake up the earliest. It’s a recent thing - used to be Iggy was always the first one awake, but he can no longer rely on the light of the morning sun. Gladio, too, is often more exhausted than he’s willing to admit, and recently needs at least two alarms before he’s slipping out of bed.

- Except this morning. Gladio’s been half-awake since 4 am, drifting in and out of sleep as he listens to the sound of his lovers breathing. He’s noticed that Prompto’s tossing and turning more than usual, and his face is tense even in sleep. A nightmare, or a memory. Both, perhaps. So he waits, hugging Prompto’s body close to his chest until the blonde finally, slowly opens his eyes.

- “Gladdy…?”

- “Let’s go for a run.” Neither of them have ever been as good with words as Ignis or even Noct. Sometimes that’s okay. They don’t need to talk to understand each other, not when they’ve already shared so much. So Prompto nods, allows Gladio to pull him out of bed and they both get dressed in their sports wear (which match, of course - holiday presents from Noct). Just as they’re about to head out, though, Prompto glances back at the other two still lying tangled together in bed.

- “Should we tell them where we’re going?”

- “They’ll be fine, let ‘em sleep.” Gladio smiles, presses a kiss to the top of Prompto’s head, then gestures for him to follow.

- They start by heading toward the park. It’s a route they both know well, and years of practice keep them jogging in perfect sync with one another. Though they run in silence, Gladio occasionally shoots Prompto a warm smile, and the blonde eagerly returns it with one of his own.

- It isn’t until they near the Citadel (the left wing of which is still under reconstruction) that they stop to take a break. Prompto chugs from his water bottle while Gladio collapses on a nearby bench. “Shit, I swear that hill is steeper than it used to be,” he laughs as Prom plops down next to him.

- “Sure you’re not just older than you used to be?” The blonde dodges a clap to the back of his head, turns and smirks. “Kidding, kidding.”

- “Yeah, right.” But Gladio throws an arm around him anyway, smiling as Prompto’s weight settles against his side, then his shoulder. He knows they shouldn’t be resting so long, but…. Well, exercise was only half the reason they came out here in the first place. “Beautiful, innit?”

- Prom follows his gaze to the sight of the Citadel stretched out before them. Its mirrored windows are just beginning to catch the light of dawn, casting the surrounding buildings in an orange-blue glow. “Mm. Good to see it like this….” To see it whole, he means, or at least most of the way there. Not broken and twisted as it had once again appeared in his dreams.

- When he shivers, Gladio is quick to hug him in again. Warm lips find his mouth, and then Gladio is kissing him, sweet, gentle, and yet with a hint of something deeper just below the surface. It gives Prompto somewhere to lean, to lay his burdens for awhile as he melts into the touch.

- They’re on a public bench, and it’s now late enough that other joggers are likely to start passing by, but Prompto doesn’t really care if they’re spotted. Without warning he swings his leg up and over Gladio’s thighs, pushes him against the back of the bench and settles easily into his lap. If Gladio were planning to protest (doubtful), it would have been swallowed up by Prompto’s lips in that moment as they close over his. Another moment and Gladio’s arms are around the blonde’s waist, and they shut out all else to let their mouths work away the tension.

- Prompto’s getting worked up. His hips are rolling on their own in Gladio’s lap, his heart pounding harder the further down his body Gladio’s fingers rove. He’s about to suggest they find at least a semi-covered space if they’re about to get it on in the park - but then something cold and wet presses against the exposed skin just above the hem of his jogging shorts, and he lets out a loud moan. “G-Gladdy, your hand’s c-cold!”

- But the older man is staring up at him with a confused look on his face. Slowly, he pulls his hands away, holding them up for Prompto to see. The cold-and-wet-something pressed to his skin again and this time the blonde nearly leaps off the bench.

- “W-w-w-what in the – Oh!” He whirls around in time to see…a kitten. A small, scrawny, black-and-grey kitten looking at him with the biggest green eyes he’s ever seen. Gladio’s comfortable lap and heated kisses momentarily forgotten, Prompto quickly switches into Kitty Whisperer mode. “Heeey, little buddy. You all alone? What’s a cutie like you doing out here by yourself?”

- “How did you manage to stay single for so long with lines like that?” comes Gladio’s rough chuckle. He adjusts himself in his shorts - figuring the mood is ruined for now - and reaches out to offer the kitten his hand.

- Prompto scoops him up first. “Don’t smell his fingers, sweetie, you don’t know where those have been.” (Gladio has enough dignity left to at least pretend to look offended) Prompto continues. “Do you live here? Are you hungry?”

- “Don’t get attached, you can’t take him home.”

- “Why not? And don’t say Ignis, because Noct loves cats and you know Iggy will give in to anything Noct wants.”

- It’s a hard point to argue. Still, there’s only one way to find out, and since the kitten is already curled up and purring around Prompto’s wrist, it looks like he’ll be the one carrying him home.

- They enter the apartment an hour later to find Noct settled between Ignis’ thighs on the bed, and a contented smile on both of their faces. Gladio rolls his eyes. “Couldn’t wait ’til we got back, Prince Shameless?”

- “King,” Noct corrects. He grins, looks like he’s about to say something else when the sight of Prompto - and his new kitten - catches his attention. “Woah, hey, what’s that?!”

- Ignis pushes himself up on his elbow, having enough decency to pull the sheets over his naked lap. “What is it, Noct?”

- “A cat!! A baby cat!” Noct is all smiles now, one arm snaking around Prompto’s waist as he pets the kitten’s fur with his other hand. He and Prompto are talking excitedly, but somehow the cat manages to sleep through it all.

- “You let him bring another animal home?” Ignis’ lips are set in a straight line as he steps up beside Gladio, tugging up his sweatpants at the same time. “We’ve talked about this, Gladio….”

- “Heh, you know how hard it is to say no to that pout of his.” And Ignis sighs, because yes, of course he remembers that pout, and how far stronger men than even Gladio have been rendered helpless to it. Still....

- “Have you named him yet?” Noct is asking (Iggy cuts in with a curt, how do you even know it’s a boy?) and then Prompto is smiling and blushing and passing the kitten into Noct’s arms.

- “Well, actually, I was thinking... Since we, y’know, found him near the Citadel, and he’s kind grey and scraggly.... How about ‘Regis’?”

- Noct freezes. Gladio’s eyes go wide and Ignis sucks in a breath. For a moment, Prompto’s worried he’s done something wrong - but then there’s the faintest hint of tears in Noctis’ eyes as he presses a kiss to the tip of a freckled nose. “It’s perfect. I love it, Prom.” He leaves Prompto flustered and grinning as he carries the kitten over to Ignis, holding his hand as he guides him in for a pet. The kitten opens its mouth in a sleepy mewl, and instantly curls up against Iggy’s palm.

- Sold.

- While Ignis runs over a list of everything they’re going to need to purchase (not to mention setting up a feeding and toilet cleaning regimen), Gladio slips up behind Prompto and slots himself against his back. “Let them play kitty-sitter for a while. You and me ‘ve got some unfinished business.” Before Prom can even catch on, he’s being dragged into the bedroom and simultaneously stripped of his clothing. The last thing Noct here’s before his pleas are swallowed up by kisses is, But what about a shower!!!!

Bonus:

- Ignis tilts his head. Frowns. Shuffles the sleeping cat in his arms and nudges Noct closer.

- “Mm? What is it, Specs?”

- “About your precious Regis,” he says as his lips suddenly curve into a smirk. “I believe he is actually a she.”

- Noct groans. Somewhere, he’s pretty sure his father is laughing his ass off.

#kashiwazakiis #inspired by recent events lol #chocobros #promptio #ignoct #ot4 #errbody lives au #ffxv #final fantasy xv #myfic

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samwpmarleau · 7 years

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It's shameless anon that asked you dinner au. I come back again. I see that Elia/Arthur(seven bless them) is your otp (MINE TOO!). So I get little bit encouraged if you could contunie your modern au Arthur as soldier I would die happy. To be specific would you consider a fic where Arthur wakes up from a nightmare but doesn't disturb Elia and somehow Rhaenys wakes up and talks to him. Like helping him. Sorry if I'm being annoying. Your works are always lovely!

Uh, you are most definitely not annoying. I adore your prompts. Keep them coming!

I did kind of Frankenstein this one, though. I also have no personal experience with PTSD (or car accidents) except what I’ve read about on the internet, so probably most of this is totally contrived but if anyone reads this who knows better than I about this stuff and takes issue with how it’s presented here, please let me know so I can fix it!

Hey Tomorrow

“Hi, you’ve reached Judy Thompson. I can’t come to the phone right now—”

“Ugh,” Rhaenys groans, jabbing at the End Call button. She’s tried literally all of her friends and their parents, and not a single one of them has answered. They have almost the same voice messages, too, and she’s sick of hearing them. “‘If you ever need a ride, just call, and I’ll pick up.’ Yeah, right. Thanks for nothing, Mrs. Thompson.”

She can feel the after-school instructor’s eyes on her, and steadfastly pretends she can’t. Mrs. Gorf is no one’s idea of a competent or engaging teacher, about a hundred years old on top of that, and a stickler for rules. None of her friends’ parents are Rhaenys’s parent or guardian, but they’re also booster club members and on the PTA; not even Mrs. Gorf would be able to refuse them.

Not that it matters, because they’re not picking up the phone.

A final, terrible, no good, awful thought wrenches its way into her mind, and after wrestling with it, she comes to the unfortunate conclusion that it’s her only choice if she ever wants to get out of this place. Mother isn’t an option, Egg definitely isn’t, and Father’s much too far away. But if even he doesn’t answer…

“You want a parent or guardian,” Rhaenys says to Mrs. Gorf, shuddering at the clicking of the woman’s dentures. “What about a…a stepparent?”

Mrs. Gorf stares at her some more, then replies, “Yes, that would be acceptable. Though I was not aware Mrs. Targaryen had remarried.”

“Martell,” Rhaenys corrects. “Mother’s never been a Targaryen.”

And she’d skin you for saying so, you hobbit.

“Oh, she’s one of those women. No wonder she’s divorced.” Mrs. Gorf curls her lip. “Exactly when did she remarry?”

“Um, it was super recent. She didn’t want to make a fuss or anything, so no one at school has heard about it.”

Mostly because it’s totally false. Not that I’m going to tell you that.

For a moment, she thinks her lie doesn’t stick, but then Mrs. Gorf waves her hand in what Rhaenys assumes is acquiescence. Rhaenys dials yet another number quickly, glad she hadn’t thrown away the sticky note Mother had written with his information on it. Before she can wonder whether Arthur will be as flaky as her friends’ parents, he answers.

“Rhae? What is it, are you okay? Egg, your mother, are they—”

“No, we’re fine,” she says, realizing that naturally he’d think someone was in mortal danger, because why else would she call if not for a life or death emergency?

After a long pause, he asks, “Oh. Then…what do you need?”

In a last ditch effort for freedom, Rhaenys peeks at Mrs. Gorf, whose eyes are narrowed in suspicion and decidedly unsympathetic. Setting aside her pride, she presses on, “You have to come get me. I had that after-school project, none of my friends’ parents are picking up, and Mrs. Gorf won’t let me leave.”

“Gorf? Is that the one who looks like a troll?”

If he were anyone else, she’d have laughed; as it is, she doesn’t so much as chuckle. “Yeah, that one. So are you going to come or not?”

“Yeah, of course. Let me just—yeah, sit tight. I’ll be there soon.”

He hangs up before she does, and she tries to ignore the feeling of irritation that courses through her. Somewhere, she knows it’s not totally rational to have so much distaste for him, not when he makes Mother smile and stays up all night helping Egg with science experiments, but the sensation persists. Three years and counting.

The minutes tick by like hours, Mrs. Gorf hovering over her and Rhaenys watching the pick-up area just as intently. At ten minutes on the dot, she finally sees Arthur’s truck pull into the lane, and she bounces her leg, itching to leave. The bell above the door jingles as Arthur enters, and Mrs. Gorf immediately begins sizing him up with those judgy, rheumy eyes.

“And you are…?”

“Arthur Dayne, Rhaenys’s…er…” Arthur trails off, not sure exactly what he is to her. Rhaenys can’t riddle it out either, but is more than willing to hang him out to dry. “Her mother and I are together.”

“‘Together’?” Mrs. Gorf pounces on the word like a hawk. “Miss Targaryen stated that you are her stepfather.”

He’s plainly taken aback at the news, so Rhaenys shoots every imploring, telepathic wave in the book at him. Followed by, Don’t make this a thing. You’re my get-out-of-jail-free card, that’s it.

“More or less,” Arthur hedges, receiving her not-so-subtle signals. Apparently almost as anxious as she is to escape Mrs. Gorf’s company, he adds, “Sorry to make you stay late, ma’am. We’ll just be going now. Come on, Rhae.”

For once doing as he asks, Rhaenys snatches up her backpack and all but sprints out the door and into Arthur’s truck. It smells like he does, worn leather and pine, plus a hint of Mother’s perfume. Not altogether unpleasant, but for its owner. When he gets into the driver’s seat, the silence is instantly stifling, the awkwardness only increasing the further away they get.

Wanting—needing—to mitigate the oppression, Rhaenys channels Nana Rhaella’s patience and mutters, “Thanks. For…whatever.”

He appraises her curiously, so she turns away and instead studies the road ahead more intently than strictly necessary. Not taking the hint, he answers, “Always.”

She’d retort, but retorting would mean talking to him, and she’s already done more of that than usual today, so she leaves his offer unacknowledged. The quiet continues on and on, until suddenly it doesn’t. They approach an intersection and as if in a movie, she watches as one car rushes through a red light and speeds straight into the one with the right of way.

Arthur screeches to a halt, Rhaenys exceedingly glad she’s wearing a seatbelt, for elsewise she’d surely be propelled straight into the windshield. There’s a horrible screeching sound as the cars ahead tangle up with one another, smoke issuing from the hoods, glass littering the pavement, pools of fluids spreading across the scene. Some loud bangs erupt from somewhere within the whole mess, and she doesn’t know much about cars, but she would guess that’s not a good sign.

Shaking her head to clear it, she quickly comes to her senses. “I’ll call 911,” she announces, pulling out her cell.

She goes through the motions, feeling weirdly disconnected from the whole thing as she speaks with the operator. Once she ends the call, it occurs to her that Arthur hasn’t said a word this whole time, and she looks over, bemused. His hands are clenched white-knuckled on the steering wheel, his posture rigid, his eyes glazed over as he stares at the destruction in front of them. He’s muttering something, she realizes now, mostly nonsense and a couple names, she thinks, but she can’t make any of them out.

“Uh, Arthur?” she prompts, more than a little weirded out at the reaction. The accident is bad, but not that bad. There’s no fiery inferno, no one lying dead on the street, not even a police cruiser.

Just as she’s wondering if she should call the hospital and beg them to let her talk to Mother, Arthur jolts into action, which she’d think was a good thing were it not for the fact that his face is still blank, like he’s seeing but not seeing. He unbuckles his seatbelt and throws open the door, racing up to the car that was hit.

“What the hell?” she grumbles, hurrying after him. Okay, she’s not his biggest fan, like at all, but she doesn’t want him to die, and she’s pretty sure cars can explode. She keeps what she thinks is a safe distance, watching as he does his best to wrench his way into the cab, seemingly not caring about the oil and whatever else seeping into his jeans.

“Oz!” he yells in a panic. “Bull! Don’t worry, I’m gonna get you out of here, both of you, you’re gonna be fine!”

The driver inside is just beginning to rouse, more than a little disoriented but so far as she can tell not horribly injured, all things considered.

“You’re okay,” continues Arthur, apparently not noticing what she does. “You’re okay, you’re fine, Sana’s fine, I radioed for help, the medivac is on its way, just hold on, please…”

With a sinking feeling in her stomach, Rhaenys finally realizes what’s happening. She’s never seen it personally, he and Mother had certainly never let on that this was an issue, but she’s heard Iris recount her dad’s episodes more than once. And suddenly, everything else slips into place, things she hadn’t really paid attention to before.

Why they never sit near windows in restaurants and why Arthur is always the one facing the door, why he never goes out with them on the Fourth of July, why of his past he only ever talks about college or hockey instead of the years that followed, why some mornings he and Mother look utterly exhausted, why every night he triple-checks the locks around the house even though they live in a stupidly boring neighborhood, why he’s always up just before sunrise.

Before, she’d just thought them weird habits, she hadn’t ever considered they might be something else.

And of course, of course, this would happen in the middle of a random intersection miles from home when Mother’s unreachable. Of course it wouldn’t be Egg here, Egg who actually likes Arthur, Egg who’s probably read several books about this.

She doesn’t know anything. Not about this, not about Arthur, not about the people he’s remembering, the event he’s remembering, she doesn’t even know what he did in the military. Mother hadn’t told her, and most definitely she hadn’t ever bothered asking.

Her savior as much as the drivers’, the ambulance arrives in all its blaring glory. They brush right past her, instead beelining one apiece to the cars, but they would have to be blind to not register Arthur, and upon preliminarily checking that the hit driver is stable, the nearby paramedic attempts to bring Arthur back to reality. It doesn’t work, so instead he whistles for a set of EMTs, and they grab him bodily in order to, she supposes, restrain him until further assistance can arrive.

It doesn’t work. For however much Rhaenys hates him, she’ll admit that he’s always been gregarious, so downright gentle with Mother, that his physique had never really been intimidating. But now, his height, his mass, his agitation, it makes the EMTs’ jobs incredibly difficult. All the while, she hears him protest, more and more anguished by the minute. “Get off me, I can still—they’re not, they can’t be, let me go, I have to—”

The paramedic searches the back of the ambulance for something that she’d bet isn’t water. “You’re doing it wrong!” she shouts.

He whirls, catching sight of her. “Kiddo, you shouldn’t be here, it’s dangerous.”

“I’m not a ‘kiddo,’” she objects hotly, “and he needs help, not a tranquilizer dart or whatever it is you grabbed.”

“Do you know him?” he asks. “Is that your dad?”

She shakes her head, because no, she has a father and Arthur’s not him.

“You need to leave then, now.”

Part of her wants to, but the rest of her isn’t so cowardly. Plus, Mother would never forgive her, and Rhaenys isn’t sure she could handle a lifetime of her cold shoulder. “He’s not my dad, but I know him,” she blurts. “I do, I know him. He’s my mom’s boyfriend.”

“Oh,” says the paramedic, now all business. “Well, I’ve called in backup, but we have to prioritize. That other driver is in critical condition, this one may have internal injuries, and we can’t do our jobs if we’ve got a case of PTSD to handle, too. Can you pull him out of it?”

He needs you, Mother, not me. I can’t do this. “I don’t know. I have no idea what I’d say.”

“Try. We have a sedative if required. Holler for one of the EMTs if you think he’ll hurt you.”

“He won’t hurt me.” The statement comes on reflex, and yet it’s not as surprising as she wishes it were. He and Mother have arguments all the time, loud ones but frivolous, but he’s never raised his voice at Rhaenys, not ever, no matter how much she probably deserved it. She doesn’t know this Arthur in front of her now, yet she’s confident in this one thing, and so she repeats, “He won’t.”

The paramedic is skeptical but has more pressing problems so allows her to scurry forth and kneel down beside Arthur. Stupidly, the only things that run through her mind are how much she’d always resented him, loathed him, and how Iris said that sometimes not even her mother could break her father out of his flashbacks, both of which are only made worse by the fact that she can feel the two EMTs wanting her to hurry the hell up.

“Arthur, it’s me,” she tries, her voice cringingly small. “It’s Rhaenys. Remember? You picked me up from school, you called Mrs. Gorf ‘ma’am’ even though she’s a skeevy old hag and Uncle Lewyn says that when she was his teacher, he once saw her turn someone into an apple.” She’s rambling, she’s fully aware of that, she just can’t seem to stop. “Oh, I’m no good at this.”

She’s startled by a shout from the paramedic by the other car. “He’s coding! Leave the kid, I need you two here!”

There’s barely time to register the EMTs letting go of Arthur and giving her a few short, uninspired bits of encouragement before they’re running off, leaving her alone. Alone-ish. He’s not physically struggling so hard anymore, but it’s not much of a comfort.

She remembers what Iris also said, that sometimes it helped to remind her dad of who he is not who he was, so in desperation, she speaks the truth, even if it’s a truth she’s always balked at. “You love my mother, and she loves you. You love Egg and you…you love me, and…” Unable to look at him, she instead looks somewhere in the vicinity of his knee. “And I know I’m the only reason you and Mother haven’t married yet. Because you want me to approve and you want me to like you, and I don’t.”

He hasn’t stopped saying those names, Oz and Bull and Sana, but, and it’s probably her imagination, she thinks maybe he’s not fighting quite as much. “But I…I don’t hate you. I don’t think. Not really. I mean, I kinda do, but…but maybe not forever.” For some lame reason, her vision goes blurry, and she blinks a few times to focus. Wanting to shunt aside the weakness, she forces herself to look at him again. “I’m sorry.”

She doesn’t know where to go from here, can’t think of anything, and she wonders how she’ll explain to Mother that Arthur’s been put under sedation and it’s her fault. Except then she notices that his eyes are beginning to slowly slide back into focus, that he’s actually seeing her, and eventually his body stills completely.

“Rhae?” She thinks it’s the first time she’s been grateful to hear him say her name. “Where are—but—what happened?”

She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, abruptly self-conscious about all that she’d said. “You had a nightmare or something. Daymare, whatever.”

Arthur surveys the area, the crashed cars, the trapped drivers, the billowing smoke, the scent of burnt rubber in the air, and his face goes ashen. She sees the instant he realizes what his episode was, and digs the heels of his palms into his forehead. “Jesus fuck.” He must really be out of it, she reflects, if he swore in front of her. Mother gets livid if she says “crap”; Rhaenys would get grounded for a month if she even thought the F-word. Absently, Arthur asks, “Did I hurt you?”

“No, you didn’t.” He lets out a breath, as relieved as if she told him he doesn’t have terminal cancer.

The surreality of the situation rescinds her admittedly flimsy impulse control, and she asks, “Who are Oz and Bull?”

Slowly, warily, Arthur lifts his head. “What?”

“Oz and Bull. And, um, Sana? You…you were trying to save them.” Arthur doesn’t say anything, so she does. “Iris said it’s good to talk about these things, you know, that it helps her dad.”

Though, she grants, Mr. Roark was discharged over a decade ago and I have no clue what Arthur’s job was.

So long is he quiet, she nearly jumps when he begins to talk. “Major Oswell Whent and Colonel Gerold Hightower. They…we were on a mission, we were guarding this little Iraqi girl who was helping us identify some members of the Taliban, and Oz and Bull were returning from what was supposed to be a routine supply run.”

He says it all with a detached sort of tone, like he’s speaking to a wall, and she prays he won’t relapse. “We had daily confirmation that it was safe, that there weren’t any insurgents or IEDs in range, it was supposed to be—” He swallows. “They were in sight, Sana even ran out to greet them, when the Semtex went off. It was so close I got hit by some shrapnel, but I…they were in bad shape. I radioed base, but we were too far away for them to get to us in time. Oz and Bull were too damn honorable to even want me to get help for them, they just wanted to know if Sana was okay.”

“Was she?”

Arthur shakes his head. “She was near on top of the blast. She had no protection, hers was quick, but theirs…” Whatever he must have seen, whatever memories he carries with him, she wouldn’t wish on anyone. Not him, not even Mrs. Gorf. “Rhae, I’m sorry.”

Frowning at the change in subject, she asks, “Sorry? Why?”

“I never wanted you or Egg to witness…this,” he answers quietly. “I don’t deserve your pity.”

“You don’t deserve it?”

He massages his temples, eyes shut tight, though whether it’s for fighting off another flashback or something else, she can’t tell. “I did things I’m not proud of. Things I shouldn’t have done. I’ve hurt a lot of people, and I’ll…I’ll never be clean of that.”

“You haven’t hurt Mother,” she shrugs. “Or Egg.”

“I’ve hurt you. I know how miserable you are by me being in your life, but I’ve stayed anyway because it’s what I want, never mind what you want.”

She doesn’t think now is particularly the best time to get into her dislike. “What about guarding that girl? That was something you’re not proud of?”

He laughs, a brutal, discordant sound. “I did a pretty shitty job of protecting her. But it wasn’t that, it was later. They moved me to a different division and to stop thinking about that day, I turned everything off, good or bad. It was easier.”

Ever since Grandfather refused to say anything nice to or about her, Rhaenys has wanted to be treated like a grownup, to not be sheltered, to be told everything that’s going on. At the moment, she might want to revise that wish. “Does Mother know?”

“Most of it. For some reason, she still keeps me around. God only knows why.”

I know why. Herself, she’s having a difficult time letting go of even a speck of her resentment towards him, so built up as it is, but putting herself in Mother’s shoes isn’t that difficult. After ten years of Grandfather’s hatred and hubris, and Nana’s sadness, she guesses it must be nice for Mother to be around someone who’s so self-sacrificing. And she guesses it’s nice that he can fix things and reach the top shelf and show up at Egg’s plays and cook her favorite food with all the right spices and always be there for Mother no matter how sick she gets.

And drop everything to pick me up from school in the middle of the day.

Yes, must be nice. For Mother. Obviously. Not her.

She’s not sure what else to say, but fortunately she’s saved by the arrival of the same paramedic who’d instructed her to help Arthur. “I’m glad you got this sorted out,” he says to her, surprised. He turns to Arthur then and asks, “How are you, sir?”

“Fine,” says Arthur, and he’s much harder to read than Father, but even she can hear the lie in his voice, see the strain on his face.

“Pleased to hear it,” says the paramedic. He holds out his hand. “And thank you for your service.”

Arthur’s jaw clenches, and he can’t quite manage a smile, but shakes the paramedic’s hand anyway. “Just doing my civic duty.” Before the paramedic can say anything else, Arthur heads him off. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to take Rhae home now.”

The paramedic becomes uncomfortable, and counters, “I can’t recommend that. Given the severity of your reaction, it wouldn’t be prudent for me to approve you to drive.”

Rhaenys is no fan of being told what to do, and though the paramedic is talking to Arthur, it affects her too. “He was a captain in the Marines, for years,” she snaps. “Yet you think it’s somehow beyond him to drive us a few miles home? Stick to putting Band-Aids on people. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Rhaenys.” It’s admonishment, sort of, but there’s the barest hint of amusement in it, too.

The paramedic, on the other hand, is plainly irritated by her outburst but is also apparently still intent on showing Arthur a modicum of due respect. “Even if I could sign off on his mental state, I wouldn’t be able to let you go with him anyway. Only a parent or guardian can escort a minor from the premises. ‘Mom’s boyfriend’ doesn’t fly with us.”

Oh, come on. Not you guys too. Mrs. Gorf was bad enough.

“Her mother’s in the hospital,” Arthur points out. “I can’t reach her.”

“She’s got a dad, doesn’t she?”

The mention of Father is what sets her off, as though the paramedic knows anything about her family. She glances at Arthur, whose expression is somewhere between pain, irritation, and exasperation, then fixes the paramedic with a hateful glare.

“You said a parent or guardian,” she declares, grasping Arthur’s hand. “I’ve got one.”

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Danger Signs, Aurora Climbs, Morgan Stanley’s Fine

Danger Signs, Aurora Climbs, Morgan Stanley’s Fine:

IPOooo … Oh My God, We’re Going to Crash!

Hey, I heard you missed us … we’re back! (Yeah.) I brought my pencil. Gimme something to write on, man!

Sorry about the two-day hiatus, but life happens. While I was away, the market broke out to fresh all-time highs. The Dow is above 29,000, and market bulls are eyeing 30,000. Jeez, I’m out of it for a little while, and everyone gets delusions of grandeur!

But there’s one thing that didn’t change while I was out. As usual, with the advent of new market highs come the inevitable “the last time this happened, everything went to hell” articles. Today’s “clear danger sign” example comes from MarketWatch.

The article interviews AdvisorShares Ranger Equity Bear ETF (NYSE: HDGE) manager Brad Lamensdorf. It opens with the comical line: “When pigs squeal, feed them.”

Excuse me while I try not to have Deliverance flashbacks here.

The “pigs” comment refers to an age-old adage on Wall Street. When investors are craving overhyped initial public offerings (IPOs), investment bankers will feed those “pigs” with more overhyped IPOs. But, as Lamensdorf notes, this can be a “clear danger sign.” He elaborates:

Over-priced IPOs usually occur toward the end of a long bull run when stocks in general become very overpriced. Why does this happen? Generally because investors have lost their sense of reality. They are willing to buy stocks on hyped stories instead of the facts.

(It kills me that we can’t edit direct quotations. Why two different spellings for “overpriced,” Brad? Why?)

The last time we saw this kind of excessive exuberance and resurgence in failed IPOs was 1999, aka the dot-com bust.

The Takeaway:

The dot-com bust is the new “Black Monday” (which was the new 1929 crash, which was the new Panic of 1907, yada, yada, yada). It’s brought up every time a new indicator gives the impression that the current bull market run is ending. It’s the Godwin’s law of finance.

Now, I agree with Lamensdorf that many investors in the IPO market lost their ever-loving minds last year. Following the WeWork debacle, the IPO market all but imploded. Speculative venture capital investors became much more conservative after former WeWork CEO Adam Neumann took them for a ride.

The problem with screaming “the sky is falling” every time an indicator throws off a bearish signal is that, eventually, no one will believe you … Chicken Little.

This indicator is no different. Unlike 1999, the entire market isn’t driven by IPOs. Back then, investors were fixated on any and every internet dot-com company. It didn’t matter that most of those companies’ business plans were written on fast food napkins — if they had one at all.

Dot-com companies were the market back in 1999. IPOs are not the market in 2020, nor were they in 2019. If they were, we would be talking about WeWork like we talk about Bear Stearns and the financial crisis.

Is this explosion of losses in the IPO market concerning? Sure. Is it bad for speculative IPO investors? Definitely. Will it stop the current bull run? Nope.

The current market is so much more than just overhyped IPOs. It will take more than this one indicator to give a “clear danger sign” for the market as a whole.

In the meantime … you know what to do after you feed the pigs, right? You make bacon!

I can think of no better way to bring home the bacon than by joining Paul Mampilly’s True Momentum research service.

Paul sifts through the stock market’s scruff so you don’t have to. Instead, he recommends standout stocks that are primed to soar higher.

And as this bull run continues, you’ll need stocks with true momentum to keep the bacon — er, gains — rolling in.

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Good: It’s All About the Benjamins, Baby

What you wanna do, be traders? Investment bankers? Gains-makers?

Morgan Stanley (NYSE: MS) just made bank on earnings … we’ll call it money for short. The investment banking giant blew Wall Street’s expectations away, posting a profit of $1.30 per share in the fourth quarter. The consensus was looking for $1.02 per share.

Revenue soared 27% to $10.86 billion, bro. Now that’s some green. Know what I mean?

But Morgan didn’t make its money wheeling and dealing in equities and trading, no. Morgan got paid in the fixed-income market, where revenue surged 126% to $1.27 billion.

It’s certainly an unexpected turn of events, given that we’re 10 years into a bull market, but being less aggressive paid off big-time for Morgan Stanley.

It’s also a nice contrast to the woes plaguing the IPO market right now. A word to the wise from Morgan Stanley: You don’t need to be aggressive across the board to grow your wealth.

Better: Lifting the Cannabis Haze

Dude … wait … what happened? Oh, we were running a business! I guess we should, like, fix it or something.

I’m not sure if the cannabis market has fixed itself yet or not, but investors certainly think the sector has baked long enough.

Pot stocks have made a comeback in the past week, and former Great Stuff favorite Aurora Cannabis Inc. (NYSE: ACB) is showing signs of life … thanks to Cowen analyst Vivien Azer.

Azer reported on the ICR Conference this morning, telling clients that Aurora’s management was working with creditors to restructure its debt.

She also noted that the Canadian cannabis firm looks to control spending and focus on sales. (Focus on sales?! Duuude … that’s a great idea! We should totally sell this stuff.)

As part of her note to clients, Azer reported that sales of Aurora’s Cannabis 2.0 products (such as gummies and chocolates) exceeded expectations. Azer then reiterated her outperform rating with a $4.61 price target on the stock.

So far this week, ACB shares are up nearly 40%. While this is good for investors, the stock remains down more than 70% in the past year. What’s more, Wall Street may not be convinced to buy back into ACB until the company reports earnings next month.

Best: Squeezing Mr. Robot

iRobot Corp. (Nasdaq: IRBT) is about to go on a rampage, and there’s nothing Will Smith can do about it this time.

Beaten down by an escalating trade war between the U.S. and China, iRobot finally got some relief this week when both sides signed the “phase 1” trade agreement.

Doing so lessened tariff pressures on iRobot, which has an extensive supply/manufacturing chain running through China.

With a sigh of relief, investors returned to this outperforming home-robotics specialist in droves. The stock is up more than 15% in the past two weeks, with bullish sentiment driving IRBT above psychological resistance at $50. (And you thought psychology and robots didn’t mix!)

While the rally has investors excited, short sellers are more nervous than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. According to ShortSqueeze.com, more than 46% of iRobot’s float (i.e., shares available for public trading) are sold short. In other words, nearly half of all IRBT shares on the market are shorted.

This is a powder keg just waiting to explode for IRBT. All it’ll take is one little spark to send the shares skyrocketing as short sellers rush to avoid potentially heavy losses. (Just look at what happened to Tesla Inc. (Nasdaq: TSLA), which more than doubled in just a few months due to short sellers covering their sold positions.)

The catalyst for such a move could be something as benign as IRBT shares moving above technical resistance at $55. Or, it could be next month’s quarterly earnings report. Either way, IRBT is primed and ready to run.

You Marco. I Polo.

It’s Reader Feedback time!

It’s been a bit of a rough week, and I feel like we could use some encouragement around here. (I know I could, at least.) So today, I’m going to be a bit shameless and share some of the great things you have to say about Great Stuff.

Let’s start with this short-but-sweet email from Barbara M.:

Thanks for all the laughs! Love, love your writing! Keep it up. Get your mind out of the gutter, as someone just said.

Thank you, Barbara! But I’m afraid that if I took my mind out of the gutter, there wouldn’t be anything left of it. (My mind or the gutter … I’ll let you decide which.)

Next, we have this delightful feedback from Dawn B.:

OK, I admit, I just read my first Great Stuff email — love it! But tell me again, what happened to the little boy who said the king had no clothes on? (Isn’t that what the derivatives excuse was all about? “Don’t worry, I can’t explain it and you wouldn’t understand it anyhow, just the brainiacs in the financial markets, the nerds!”)

Love your sense of humor and your no-nonsense assessment of the information. What I’m curious about is all this information and misinformation — some of it coming from the president himself! So, how do we know what’s real and what’s Memorex?

Thanks again for a refreshing, witty, delightful read!

I completely forgot about those commercials! “Is it live, or is it Memorex?” Here’s a little Ella Fitzgerald commercial for those who don’t remember.

(For you young’uns out there: Back in the day, we had to record music and videos on these things called cassette tapes and VHS tapes. It was barbaric, and we liked it.)

I’m glad you love Great Stuff, Dawn! And if you’re worried about all the misinformation out there, just keep it dialed in to Great Stuff and BanyanHill.com. We’ve got you covered.

If you wrote in and I didn’t get to you, it might be because you cursed too $%*?@#! much. I still really appreciate the feedback, even if they won’t let me publish it.

And if you haven’t written in yet … what’s stopping you? Drop me a line at [email protected] and let me know how you’re doing out there in this crazy bull market.

That’s a wrap for today. But if you’re still craving more Great Stuff, you can check us out on social media: Facebook, Twitter and Instagram.

Until next time, good trading!

Regards,

Joseph Hargett

Great Stuff Managing Editor, Banyan Hill Publishing

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