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tagged by: @philtstone
no-pressure tagging: @lord-jen-grey @theawkwardterrier @walkinginland
rules: post seven sentences from one of your WIPs
His voice was soft and unconvincing.
“I am happy to speak with you in whatever language you prefer, but even I know my French is atrocious.” That got a smile out of Fergus — yes, she did know her pronunciations were that terrible. “But you’ve never belittled me for it, and you still know what I’m saying to you all the same. And I don’t want you to… to not have certain friendships in your life because of something that a very selfish person said to you.”
Fergus’s gaze turned contemplative, and he tilted his face up, staring at the underside of the umbrella, his fingers laced together over his bare stomach. She brushed his cheek with the backs of her fingers and struggled to tamp down on the sudden swell of guilt.
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Florence nightingale effect PLEASE the people want to know
florence nightingale effect is NOT real but it can still hurt you: so this is the result of two things. One is that maybe my favorite scene of daredevil is that walk and talk Matt and Foggy do in season 2 that ends with Foggy spotting blood on Matt’s neck and fully stopping (in the middle of the sidewalk! a CRIME in New York City!!) to like put his handkerchief on Matt’s wound and try and stop the bleeding. It’s the BEST.
The second reason this exists is because there’s another WIP on that list (that no one has dropped me an ask about 👀) that has a scene that involves Foggy needing to give Matt stitches, which I do fully believe IS a thing that’s probably happened because of the way Matt lives his life and because of how cool and fun the very few Foggy and Claire interactions we got were. And I liked writing that so much that I came up with this AU, which is Foggy as Night Nurse, basically??? which I’m guessing has been done a bajillion times honestly but [raymond holt voice] you’ll read it again!
Basically, just an AU where instead of meeting Matt in college, Foggy becomes a nurse instead (he is a CARETAKER!! it’s not my FAULT!!), befriends Claire, and sometimes helps out her weird friend The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen when he’s bleeding out at times that are not super convenient for her to help with and [jean ralphio voice] then they FALL IN LOVE FOR REAL??
okay, here’s an excerpt, sorry for the ramble!
“Well, I’m not going to call you ‘the Devil’ or ‘Mr. Devil’ or anything like that, because it makes me sound like a protagonist in a bad anime I wouldn’t admit to watching,” Foggy says, in a rush. “And don’t even think about asking me how I know.”
“Is it because you watch anime?” the guy asks, with something like a smug smile on his face. People who show up bleeding on your fire escape should not be able to look smug less than twenty minutes later. It just should not be possible.
“I couldn’t possibly say.”
“Come on,” the guy wheedles. “You know more than enough now to destroy me, if it ever comes to that. Give me something to use against you so I can feel better about my life choices.”
“You feeling better about your life choices is not something I’m even vaguely interested in helping you with, actually,” Foggy says, pulling a rubber glove off one hand. “And you’re supposed to be coming up with a code name I won’t be embarrassed to say out loud.”
“How am I going to know what you’d find embarrassing or not? I mean, you watch anime, after all.”
“How’s Damien for a fake name?” Foggy asks, ignoring him. “You know, like the anti-Christ kid from that movie?”
“The whole devil motif was not self-selected,” the guy says, looking put out. “I didn’t choose the name. I’m not going for a Satanic vibe.”
Foggy sighs. “So that rules out any variation on Satan, Lucifer, Beelzebub, Osmodeus…”
“‘Mr. Devil’ is too embarrassing for you, but you were fine to call me Beelzebub?”
“I was mostly kidding, which I can see now is not a thing you’re used to,” Foggy says.
ask me about a wip title from this list and I’ll tell you what it is and maybe share an excerpt 💘
#thank you phil ❤️🩷💜🩷❤️💜#also I am joking about people needing ask about the other wip#haha…unless…#ask game#wip game#philtstone#ask#homelywenchsociety#that’s my writing tag! don’t worry about it!
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ok but I have Thoughts about the way Minecraft usernames translate to actual names, both irl and in fanfic. They’re definitely ‘obsessed with structure and grumpy at inconsistency flavor autism’ thoughts but still. I find it weird how we cut and paste the media we’re given to fit what we view as functional worldbuilding, and how that gets screwy when translating online names.
like, you’re working with several categories here. The person’s actual real name, their irl nickname, their gamer tag, a name possibly contained by or possibly the entirety of that gamer tag, and any extra pieces or symbols in the gamer tag. And you have the weird situation where those categories might not easily translate to a ‘First Name Last Name’ structure.
For an example, we’ve got Phil Watson, who’s gamer tag is ‘Ph1LzA,’ and is called Philza Minecraft or Philza. The ‘Minecraft last name’ is a…. Bit? A joke? A reference to a bit of lore? It’s unclear. The ‘Za’ bit was put there for flair and is now an integral part of his name. Sometimes it’s his last name. Sometimes his real last name is chucked in there. the 1 in his actual username is literally never referenced in nicknames or fic it’s like it’s not even there.
But that’s a simple one. What about Tubbo_? because we call him Tubbo Underscore. Like. We say the ‘_’ aloud. Why do we do that. What has possessed us to make that decision? What about FitMC? I’ve usually heard it said ‘Fit Emsee.’ Why say that, and not say ‘Minecraft? That’s not even really a last name, it’s just like…. His full first name. Fit is used more like a shortened nickname.
BadBoyHalo. Like. ‘Bad boy’ is a slang term, not a name. It would make the most sense to call him Halo, that’s the distinct noun in the name, the term the ‘bad boy’ bit is referring to. Like ‘GoodTimesWithScar’ but noooo. Bad. Halo is usually a last name, if it’s there at all. Skeppy on the other hand is… just his name. No last name ever.
Technoblade is also weird. Technoblade is his full name. We call him that. We ALSO call him ‘Techno,’ and use Blade as a last name. We also use Blade as a title. What the heck.
GeminiTay. We call her Gem. We use Tay as a last name sometimes. Her name is a Zodiac constellation. Literally nowhere I’m have I seen that affect her naming conventions.
IJevin. We just… remove the I. For everything. This wouldn’t bother me except we don’t do it with everyone and I’m starting to get annoyed by the inconsistency.
GoodTimesWithScar. Ok. This one also bugs me. Like, most fics call him Scar Goodtimes when they need a name. I’m not gonna dig into it but that’s…. Why? Why that?
Grian never gets a last name. Ranboo sometimes gets chopped into Ran and Boo but usually he’s an Underscore or he’s last nameless. Wilbur Soot functions wonderfully (until the get involved shhhh) but it’s too close to his real name it gets very confusing.
anyway, all of this sucks, I hate it all, we’re a terrible fandom /hj
all that nonsense aside, yknow who has a functional Firstname Lastname username? It’s even got a space, and proper capitals: Mumbo Jumbo. That’s who. Look at that. It’s perfect. Everyone should be more like Mumbo Jumbo. Thank you and good night.
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Edit: I know about Ranboo Beloved and Grian Dreamslayer and the various other characters whose names I didn’t mention perfectly in this post. This was no piece of journalism, this was an old man shouts at cloud meme personified. I was very overstimulated and this was what happened to catch my autistic ire. I’m not upset, just figured I’d clarify, a lot of people seem distressed at my not mentioning Beloved. Hope y’all are having a lovely day 💜
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Can i request the qsmp (whoever you want i don't mind) reacting to you taking care of their Egg/eggs while they we're somewhere away?
You don't have to write if you don't want to, have a nice day/night 💜💛
hello!! thank you for the request!! since I still wanna do tallulah I will just use another one of her parents (phil) because wilbur is a sack of shit!!! ; anyways thank you for the req, hope you enjoy! I was gonna do more but I don't know much about them just yet and stuff 😭🙏
QSMP ; taking care of their kids while they're away
includes ; tubbo & sunny, niki & empanada, phil, tallulah, & chyanne, quackity & pepito, foolish & leo
warnings ; language
masterlist
TUBBO & SUNNY
he asks if you can watch over sunny while he works on his machinery stuff for a bit and keep her entertained
he picked you because sunny loves you and she wanted you to watch over her anyways
bro you spoil her so bad 😭 tubbos clone fr
hes very grateful that you would watch over her though, he just didn't want her to get hurt and stuff
he kinda spies over you two playing around and smiles in the distance like "awee aren't they so cute?" with a little happy frown
rewards you with a flute for watching over her, even after you said you don't need anything to watch over your god-daughter
everytime you watch over sunny after that, you let her play with the flute and you practice around with her too
you're not the best flute-r but sunny likes it and that's all that matters
NIKI & EM
she had to go out and find cherry wood for a little add on to the bakery and left em in your care with the promise she'd repay you in sweet treats
you guys bake for a little and play around with tallulah and leo, basically playing house but at the bakery
niki comes back and sees you with three of the eggs like "where'd they come from? I was gone for like 20 minutes??"
"we were playing bakery"
em jumps about and places down a sign to say "look, ma! we made cakes :)"
gives you a little hug and thanks you for watching over em and tallulah & leo
"em, can you help me with the new room, honey?"
PHILZA, TALLULAH & CHYANNE
Phil and Missa had to leave the kids with you for some business stuff w the federation
good god are they little demon children
chyanne wants to play pvp with you and tallulah wants to show off her flute skills
you decide to negotiate and put their needs into one
you created a game of hide and seek with some of the other eggs, basically chyanne would use his sword to tag people out and tallulah would use her flute to lure him or hiders. hiders and chyanne wouldn't exactly know which team she'd be on each round which kept it fun
Phil comes back and takes a picture of you and tallulah hiding behind a rock from chyanne, who got a hold of your iron sword somehow 😭😭
"I'm home, kids!"
tallulah and chyanne instantly run to him and tell him about all the fun they had and how they want you as their babysitter when he has to leave
he thanks you graciously for watching over them and the other eggs and getting them to have some equal fun
he gifts you a new skateboard to repay you since cellbit stole your last one lmfao
10/10 will be watching over them again
FOOLISH & LEO
he left leo with you while he, tina, and quackity had to go on a little expedition for more resources because they wanted to build a McDonald's playplace for the eggs
you two go around the island and take pictures of the scenery, the buildings, the bugs, etcetera
he loves photography and it's like his creative outlet so of course he dragged you around the whole island
the long walk was nice and peaceful though, you both enjoyed yourselves
you make a little tree house with a slide to hide from the thunder and lightning, since it randomly started thunderstorming
they love you so much and love how you understand their passion for building and photography
like that one post, "yeah they're mentally adults but they're still children"
like yeah, leo is a professional photographer but of course they need you to change the batteries, that's just how it works bro
QUACKITY & PEPITO
"Y/nnnnnn, can you watch over Pepito for me?"
he had to go do some Federation shit, as per usual apparently
you guys pick flowers together when the night falls since he struggles with sleeping sometimes
he tells you about how much he loves his foolish (his grandfather/mother) and asking when quackity will be back
you just kinda look at him in silence for a moment and say "I dunno, bud, but soon. I'll be here for you though"
he dresses up as Spiderman and you dress up as the Green Goblin and play superheroes most of the days
eventually, quackity returns, fucking like 3 days later
he gives both of you large hugs and thanks you, and repays you with some blackstone that you needed for a build
"pa, we played superheroes all day!!"
"Oh, did you?" He chuckles
#lowkeyrobin#mcyt x reader#mcyt preferences#mcyt oneshot#quackity x reader#tubbo x reader#qsmp x reader#foolish gamers x reader#niki nihachu x reader#qsmp tallulah#qsmp leonarda#qsmp pepito#qsmp empanada#qsmp chyanne#qsmp sunny#philza minecraft
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Who I write for/Rules;
This is a list of fandoms and characters I write for (some may be missing) and some rules, if you’re curious about a fandom or character please message and I’ll let you know if it’s someone I’ll write for or not! If you’re looking for prompts please search the tag Lokittys prompt list
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Fate the winx saga
- Saul silva
- Farah Dowling
Avatar
- Jake
- Neytiri
- Quaritch/ recom Quaritch
NCIS
- Tony
- Gibbs
- McGee
- Ziva
- Ellie
- Nick
- Jack
Criminal minds
- Hotch
- Rossi
- Derek
- Spencer
- Jj
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- Garcia
The mentalist
- Patrick Jane
Castle
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Lucifer (Fox)
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Chicago med
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Greys anatomy
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Twilight
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Harry Potter
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Black butler
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Supernatural
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The witcher
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Brooklyn nine nine
- Rosa
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The good doctor
- Melendez
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Friends
- Joey
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Teen wolf
- Derek
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- Melissa (plutonic only)
- Chris
- Parrish
- Noah (plutonic only)
Doctor who
- 9
- 10
- 11
- 12
- 13
- River
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- Rose
- Amy
- Rory
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Lord of the rings/the hobbit
- Bilbo
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- Thranduil
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My hero academia
- Aizawa
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Blue exorcist
- Mephisto
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Demon slayer
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Tokyo ghoul
- Yomo
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Durarara!!
- shizuo
Skyrim
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Ackley bridge
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- Mr Bell
The vampire diaries
- Damon
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- Elijah
- Finn
the watcher
- Ryan
- Shane
911
- bobby
- Buck
- chim
- hen
- Athena
- Maddie
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Downton Abbey
- Thomas Barrow
- Anna
- Tom Branson
- Mary
- Sybil
- Edith
- Mrs Hughes (plutonic only)
Kingsmen
- Merlin
- Eggsy
- Harry
Bones
- Booth
- Brennan (bones)
- Hodgins
- Angela
- Sweets
Buffy the vampire slayer
- Angel
- Giles
The walking dead
- Rick
- Daryl
- Negan
- Glenn
- Rosita
- Carol (plutonic only)
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nyctophobia
chapter 7: thunderstruck
read on ao3
summary: things are getting a little weirder in town, and Leah has to face some feelings…
thank you thank you THANK YOU to everyone who’s read the story so far and everyone who’s been waiting so long for me to update. I’m sorry the update took so long — I’ve been through a lot of shit. this was masterfully beta-read by the exquisite @bellasdumptruckass and my dearest friend syd. tytytytyty from the bottom of my heart for making this chapter read so well and flow like water.
I hope you enjoy the chapter. show me some love in the comments 💜
tag list (literally just copying from past posts — lmk if you want me to tag/untag you in future posts):
@leahclearwaterdefensesquad @cheerynoir @big-idiot-wolf-boys @the-golden-onion @howlonghaveyoubeenseventeen @phil-dwyer-stan-account @paulxlahotee @edwardsmedow @the-most-pathetic-edge-marquis @effervescent-influenza @gezellig-writes @witchyangela @leahcee @haletwinsstan @musingsofvenus @leahclearwlwater @haemshaems @vampiresarezombies @femmealice @blackpack @bellasoutrageousflavor @tenarcansteponme @me-and-jake @plainjaniedee @renegadepack @manicpixietwilight @emotwilights @jacobyouidiotihadit @edwardsmate4ever @sugarshackpeasant
#nyctophobia#mine#fic#twilight fan fiction#twilight fanfic#twilight fanfiction#twilight fic#twilight renaissance#leah#leah clearwater#sam#sam uley#leah clearwater x sam uley
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Pillow Talk
Summary: While Y/N spends some time away, she and Arthur find a way to play.
Words: 3,992
Warnings: Smut, Swearing
A/N: This story stems from a request made by @jokerownsmysoul. I really hope I got it right. 😂 Please enjoy, everyone! And thank you for reading! 💜
If you have any thoughts or questions, please comment, feel free to message me, or send me an ask. Requests for Arthur and WWH are open!
Y/N's happiness at attending the Atlantic Legal Society's conference had rubbed off on Arthur. Made her upcoming absence worth it.
Often he'd tag along, see the sights while she worked. Check out clubs, sign up for open mics where no one would ever see him again. Low-risk refinement. But this week's jobs were too good to pass up, and Amusement Mile's opening day meant lots of families and plenty of tips.
He could hold down the apartment. Hell, maybe he'd even enjoy it. Pour condensed milk over frozen strawberries, smoke as much as he wanted, catch a movie on Gothamvision. (When their rabbit ears had required aluminum foil to get a TV signal, he'd convinced her cable was a dire need.)
He wrapped an apple in a paper towel, tore a banana from the bunch, and stuck both in her purse. A breakfast that'd tide her over for the three-hour ride to Baltimore. Stirring milk into her coffee, he side-eyed the oven clock. When the java was halfway cold, he made his way to the bathroom.
Toes flexed in annoyance, Y/N grumbled around her toothbrush. "I can't believe I overslept."
"You'll get there," he said, and took the hairbrush from the shelf. "Here, let me." He drew horsehair bristles through her untamed mane.
"Thanks." The foam in her mouth made it sound more like fankhs. She spat into the sink, rinsed and spat again. "I don't want to buy another ticket."
A soft scowl crossed his brow. "You shouldn't've had to buy the first."
"Well, you know my boss. He didn't think it was necessary, which is silly with the WARN act being passed. That kind of ridiculousness makes me want Phil to come out of retirement." She hung her robe on the door hook and jogged to the bedroom, calling over her shoulder. "At least they're paying me!"
Minutes later Y/N emerged, frazzled around the edges but smart. She straightened a ruffle at her collar, tugged the corner of her blazer. She wore her age and era with pride. She guzzled her coffee like an engine on empty, poured herself another and skipped the dairy. "I'll regret this on the train."
They dashed to the elevator, vinyl suitcase in his grasp, her hand hooked at his elbow. As the steel doors parted, he made a show of holding them open with his foot. A beam to rival the rising sun crossed her face.
"Thank you, sir," she said, and curtsied. The gesture made him want to lift her, spin around. They were running late - and she'd still taken a spare second to be playful.
God, how he loved her.
At this early hour, only a handful of Gothamites rode the subway. A guy sat in a corner seat. Sixty, gray stubble, wearing a flat leather cap. His outstretched arm held a wrinkled centerfold. Ms. December, judging by the Santa Hat, the sole fabric in the photo. A familiar friend that must've been in his pocket for a while.
Y/N grasped the stanchion at the other end of the car. Arthur moved to stand behind her, a protective arm at her waist.
At every stop she inched towards him. Her round bottom nudged his thighs, her back grazed his chest. She smelled good, like the strawberries he'd eat tonight. He pressed his nose to the crown of her head, filled his veins with her scent.
A scarlet stripe bloomed from collarbone to temple, her ear a crimson shell. The corner of her mouth threatened to curl. Pink tongue darting to wet satin lips.
He squeezed her hip. "What is it?"
"It's nothing," she said. An obvious untruth given how her neck tightened.
Suspicion slanted his stare. But he let it lie. For now.
Wayne Central Station was a Beaux-Arts beauty smack dab in the middle of modernization and commercialization. And it had far too many flights of stairs. After the ups and downs of finding the right track, they landed on thirty-seven, the platform for the commuter line.
"You know," Y/N said, steps slowing to an amble. "I bet there are clown conferences. You could learn to juggle."
His days of working with other clowns were long behind him. But the suggestion was sweet, so he smiled. "My hands are already busy. You're a handful."
She stopped at a concrete column and riffled through her purse. "I'll call you when I check-in and give you the room number. There'll be a direct line." Then her riffling escalated to a frantic search. Patting her coat, the inner breast pocket. Checking her bag one more time. Taking advantage of her distraction, Arthur reached into his jacket. Anticipation tickled his shoulders into a shrug.
"Oh no," she said. "I could've sworn I put my ticket with my credit card."
He reached as if to tuck her hair back. Pulled a green card from behind her ear. "Is this it?" A relieved huff as she snatched her prize. She swatted his chest, wound her arms about his neck.
The squeal of metal on metal bounced off tile walls, announcing the oncoming train. A gust of wind whirled her silvery brown locks. Despite the mundanity of it all, the thousands of people about to step onto public transportation, the moment felt like a movie. A bona fide blockbuster. The ordinary suddenly extraordinary.
Fingers brushing his, she took her bag, speaking between kisses. "I love you. We'll talk soon."
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The McKeldin Exhibition Center seemed a blunt, bulky building for the Atlantic Legal Society's twenty-fifth conference, a number Y/N would've considered celebratory. Four stories of concrete, cold steel, muscular exterior. A once modern design that now represented an idea of the future that, if the first five months of 1990 were to go by, wasn't bound to happen.
The registration attendants were friendly and professional. But Y/N wasn't a member of the guild, so she was directed to a line at the other end of a vast, airy hall. The additional hundred dollars she'd paid to attend included extra exercise. A gilded stripe ran along the top of her name tag, like she was a flake of gold to pan for, from which extract a membership fee.
Goodie bags contained the usual swag. A pen with the organization's logo, two legal pads, a folder to hold her notes. At the bottom were a blue stress ball and a gavel pinback button, which she'd pin on Sylvia back at the office. The young intern had received so little recognition in her short life that it'd thrill her.
White tablecloths and serving trays covered the tables in the reception area. Y/N maneuvered to a buffet to the right, snapped a napkin, two cheese and pepperoni skewers, and a paper cup of goldfish crackers. Munching away, she took the temperature of the room.
Lawyers and attorneys general, magistrates and judges swarmed, chatting and laughing, giving handshakes and back slaps. Legal secretaries and paralegals circled up to chat amongst themselves. Judging by overheard introductions, their origins stretched from the Eastern Seaboard all the way to Chicago.
Y/N recognized a former Gotham District Attorney, a lawyer from one of Shaw & Associates' satellite offices. The passing years had salt and peppered his hair, too. The city's newest criminal court judge was on the premises, one Henry Jake. An upset after an affair with one of his legal aides, his promotion from magistrate had been splashed on all the front pages.
He appeared eager to continue the scandal, proceeding to flirt in the way of men who like to wield their authority. A palm on the forearm here, an unwanted compliment there. It made Y/N want to chuck a stress ball at his head.
She stirred powdered creamer and irritation into a styrofoam cup of coffee, noted the restroom sign on the left wall. A woman in a floral shower curtain of a dress approached with tiny steps. Said she'd never been to a big city before, took a sip of Lipton and pushed her plastic glasses up the bridge of her nose.
"I'm Flossie Barteux, but all my friends call me Flo." The red stripe on her nametag denoted her as a fresh recruit.
"Nice to meet you, Flossie." Though maintaining distance, Y/N spoke with warmth. "I moved from the Ozarks to Gotham ten years ago. The lobby has some brochures. I think there's an aquarium on the waterfront, a couple museums, too. You should take advantage while you're in town." Then she gave a friendly nod and excused herself to the Industry Auditorium to sign up for presentations.
Whistleblower protections sounded interesting, considering past capers; she made a note to review Gotham's statutes for the next. Tips for wage and hour investigations filled an entire notebook. The presenter droned on in one agonizingly long sentence. It was impossible to keep up, even in shorthand. Y/N's fingers grew so fatigued she dropped her pen. It took several tries to regain the ability to make a fist.
When the conference broke for the evening, Flossie hopped in the same revolving door as Y/N and suggested dinner at a chain steakhouse across the street. A good number of attendees already stood in line.
To be honest, she could've used a break from the whole thing. But she didn't want to hurt the woman who sorely needed a work friend. She put their names on the waitlist and browsed chalkboard specials. Listened to Flossie's story of how going through probate for custody of her granddaughter had led her to the legal profession.
By the time Y/N stumbled back to her hotel, she could've dozed upright. At the bar, she ordered a variation on a Sidecar, a little number called Between the Sheets. She didn't ask for permission to take it to her room. She dropped a dollar bill in the tip jar and turned towards the lobby.
It was well equipped, a fax machine and pay phone in one corner, a stand with free chocolate chip cookies to the right. In the center of the far wall stood a bookshelf, flanked by overstuffed aqua chairs. A sign was propped on the coffee table: "Please read and return!" A set worthy of Donahue's photo studio.
She stepped onto the woven rug to browse the plethora of outdated bestsellers. Self-helps with mountains on the covers, charlatans offering poor financial advice. Children's books were piled haphazardly on the bottom shelf. And right in the middle was an entire row of romance novels, the ones in which every heroine's bosom heaved and bodice ripped. Ragged covers told the tale of how popular they were, spines split from overuse. As a pre-teen, Mabel had caught her reading a few. ("Why's your face red, Y/N? Are you sick?") Amused, Y/N took the one with the deepest seams.
Forbidden Seas was a terrible if fitting title, given the coverhunk's puffy shirt. He was alarmingly muscular, as though a bee had stung him, and he desperately needed an ice bag. Long, blonde tresses brushed the careening cleavage of the woman bent over his knee. Arthur's wiry frame held a hidden strength, cleaved her tightly whenever they danced, but that position would've ended with her on the floor.
Cackling, she returned the paperback to its place, betting the hunk would be at full mast by chapter four.
When she reached her room, she stretched her arms over her head, pushed herself to her tiptoes, released a short squeal. The conference center's folding chairs had next to no padding. Soreness nagged at her tailbone, a deep-seated throb ached her rear. She could really use a bath. She checked her watch. Arthur would be calling in about fifteen minutes. Luckily, the restroom had a phone.
Pantyhose rolled down her legs, a nail caught on the reinforced toe. The star-patterned vinyl floor was cold on her feet. A claw clip kept her hair off her shoulders, spare tendrils falling to her cheeks. Steam coated the mirror as the room filled with a pleasant heat. She dabbed away her mascara and eyeliner before it could streak. She sipped her cocktail, stepped into the bath. Gave her breasts a casual squeeze and sighed out the stress of the day.
The ringer rang right on the dot.
Voice as light as a game of I Spy, she said, "This isn't reception telling me to pipe down, is it?"
On the other end, Arthur's smile sucked his teeth. "No, it's just me."
"I'm glad it's just you."
The day had gone well, he told her. One of his gigs had cancelled, but that was all right. It let him get some work done around the apartment. He'd replaced the window shade that no longer rolled up, mopped the kitchen, sorted the drawers of his desk. He'd just tuned into a movie on TMC, a screwball comedy she'd deem too silly and dislike.
When he asked how the conference was going, she told him about Flossie, how she hoped the woman's eagerness to excel wouldn't result in her being suckered into membership upgrades. That the WARN act - while a step forward - put some guardrails on the mass layoffs that'd become the norm in the last decade but didn't prevent them. And the overeager judge she was happy to never have to face in court.
"You should teach a class on how to be a gentleman." She slunk deeper into the heat. "I'm learning a lot, but I'll be happy to be home."
"You're not missing much."
"I'm missing you."
"But you saw me this morning!" His protestations didn't fool her; he was pleased as punch. A hitched giggle, one of his many laughs she loved. "Me, too. I mean, I can't wait to see you. But don't worry. I'm fine. Talk to me more. Tell me about the hotel."
"We'll have to stay here someday. There's a bar with a player piano, and I'm having a cocktail in the bath."
"You- You're on the phone in the tub?" The sound of him puttering. A drink set on the coffee table, a middle-aged groan as he sat on the sofa. "There is one thing I can't get out of my head." Nervous tongue smacked his lips. "What were you thinking about on the subway?"
Mercury threatened to crack the thermometer. But still. She was reticent to go there. "I already told you. It was nothing."
"Come on. You were as red as my clown nose."
She pressed the cool glass to her sweaty forehead. The flight of fancy had been completely inappropriate, not to mention out of character. She knew exactly what telling him would lead to, the direction in which this conversation would race. Tacky and cheap, belonging to a $3.99 a minute hotline.
And yet. She was grateful to have a husband she could blush around, whom she could fantasize about, whom she wanted to fantasize about. Besides. It'd been a stretch since they'd last made love. Tacky and cheap might be just what the Doctor of Laughter ordered.
She let the cognac trickle down her throat. Knuckles dragged up and down her breastbone. Her forearm brushed her pebbled nipple. A drop from the faucet plopped.
"Do you want to continue this?" she asked, an eager if uncertain invitation.
"Yeah," he purred. That rasp, the one positive of his cigarette addiction. "But I'm- I'm not sure what's next."
Neither was she, not quite. The next steps felt at once natural and as if they belonged to an unread novel on a hotel bookshelf. But it was him, so it would turn out all right. They'd figured it out every time before. "Tell me what you're wearing," she said. "Or what you're thinking about. Whatever you want."
"I'm in my pajamas. Um. I found my old journal when I was cleaning. I hadn't read it for years - it has everything from when I met you. Anyway, I read what I wrote our first night together? I'd wanted to touch you so badly and-" He gave a throaty laugh. "And all I knew what to do was squeeze your breast too hard."
The recollection struck a match in all the right places. She'd wanted him, too, more than was smart after such a short acquaintanceship. There'd been something that'd set him apart immediately. Whenever he'd looked at her, her heart had skipped to a new but familiar beat. His good looks, his kindness. Passion and flair hiding beneath a surface shyness, a mask you could see through if you took an extra minute.
"You knew how to look at me. How to listen. How to be gentle." She caressed her hip absentmindedly, a movement that soon became deliberate. "And when not to be."
Her knee shifted to rest on the lip of the tub, opening herself to the warm water. "I wouldn't want you to be gentle now," she whispered, and tugged at the curls between her thighs.
"I wouldn't be." Ragged breaths tempted over three hundred miles. A muted moan that meant he was palming his shaft. Her own palm felt empty. How she hungered for him to be in her grasp. Then he asked, "What- What did you pack for bed?"
"The blue nightie you gave me. The one that ties at the neck." It was six years old but a perennial favorite for both. The approval that'd radiated from him when she'd modeled it flashed in her memory. Strokes blazed at the crease of her thigh. "I'll wear it tonight - unless you want me to sleep naked."
A husky chuckle before he pressed her. Again. "Tell me what you were thinking about on the train. I wanna know."
Fingertips dipped to where she ached for him. Lower to tease plush, squishy flesh, plump with desire. Her eyelids fluttered shut, returning to the occasions she'd pleasured herself in front of him, both when he was inside of her and out. Even on the occasions he wasn't able to get hard, he loved it, asked her to do it again. Holding her. Stealing her breath from her mouth. Covering her hand with his. His thumb taking over until she cried his name.
Fever rippling through her arteries, she tapped her slick nub, body throbbing with need. She cleared her throat. She thought she'd lost her ability to be bashful with Arthur. But dirty talk didn't come as naturally now that she was alone, not the way it did when it was foreplay. When she'd beg him to fuck her, plead for more, more, more.
Yet, she wasn't alone. Though he was afar, she was abuzz with his presence. Spreading joy and happiness to others, always entertaining his audience, he was the performer in the relationship. Tonight the performer became the audience, and she was putting on a show for one.
A show she'd drag out a bit longer. Make it worth his while. "I'm touching my clit, Arthur. Slow and soft, like your tongue. God, I wish it was your tongue. You feel so good."
He groaned. Her grip on the telephone tightened, knuckles gone white. "When we were on the train," she began. "I imagined you shushing me. Your breath was hot on my ear. I wanted you to put your hand on my skin, down my skirt." Her strokes halted while she laughed. "I don't know why. I wasn't even horny."
"You're horny now."
"All hot and bothered."
A grunt came through the copper wire, luring her along. Her foot pressed the tub's curved rim. Splashes of imagery knotted her belly. The play of light on his slender abdomen when he'd put on a shirt. How his biceps flexed when he'd wash his hair. The tightening of his brow the second he lost himself to euphoria. The musky weight of him on her tongue.
She rubbed herself a little harder. A steady, firm pace. "When I come I feel your cock at my back-"
"Keep talking."
"-and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning, because I know you'll fuck me as soon as we walk through the door."
"Oh, fuck..."
Water licked at her labia with each flick of her wrist, awakening every nerve ending, cresting wave upon wave of sensation. She shoved the receiver under her jaw, lifted her shoulder to lock it in place. Cradled her breast, nipples just at the waterline Lapping, lapping, lapping. She circled the right with her middle finger, wishing her hand was as large as Arthur's, so that she could play with the left. Shivering, her knees drew together and upward, pelvis striving towards her wanton touch.
Splish, splash. Splish, splash.
A growl rumbled out of him. "I- I'm gonna come."
"Yes."
She was there. She was there. About to fly over the edge, her feet about to leap. Gasps caught in her throat. Half his name lost in a whimper. The peak of delight finally reached...
The phone tumbled off her shoulder and plunged into the water. Landed on the fiberglass. An unenthusiastic thud.
"Shit, shit-"
Locked in spasm, she watched air bubbles rise from the sunken plastic. It was hard to move mid-orgasm. Her legs weren't yet in the Jello stage. Hanging onto the towel bar, she stood on very shaky ankles.
She plucked the receiver from the water, shook it out over the tub. Yanked the drain and placed the handset on the rim. Fingers a blur, she dialed their home number on the bedside phone. How quickly had Arthur realized she wasn't on the line?
Had he heard any of the denouement?
Nine rings and Arthur answered, out of breath but with a laugh. "What happened?"
She covered her face. "I dropped the phone. It's ruined." It would be the one time she would pay a fee for damages.
"Oh. Well, I was just cleaning up."
The cord twined through her fingers. "Did you?"
"Yeah."
"Good. Me, too."
"I know. I heard half of it."
Giggling, she excused herself to dry off. Pulled the clip from her hair, retrieved her nightie from her bag. She crawled between cool sheets, fluffed her pillow, pressed Arthur to her ear.
"What'll you do tomorrow," he asked, scratching his cheek.
A Department of Labor inspector would give a presentation on the Severe Violators program, a list of closely monitored companies that violated labor laws like it was a talent and never lifted a finger to change their ways. The padding to their bottom lines was bigger than the fines. She'd chatted with the inspector during a break.
"ACE Chemicals being on the list isn't a surprise. But Wayne Steel?" A sharp inhale before she yawned the rest. "I hadn't even heard of them."
"You're tired.”
"No. Relaxed. Happy. But not tired." She curled up on her side, burrowed deeper into the blankets. "This bed is empty. I have no one to press up against." Another yawn betrayed her.
At her third, Arthur interrupted. "Y/N, go to sleep." A grin in his words, like he was about to call her cute. "You need your rest."
"And why is that?"
His voice lowered to the volume of secrets. "Because when you get back, I'm going to fuck you as soon as we walk through the door."
Her eyes went wide, then she burst out laughing. A wave of dizziness swept through her. She brought the heel of her hand to her forehead. "What time'll you wake up tomorrow?"
"Six, probably. Maybe 5:30?
"Let's have coffee together. I'll make a cup at 6:15."
He agreed before she'd completed the request, said how dearly he loved her. And, yes, to her consternation, called her cute. She kept the eyeroll out of her reply. "You're wonderful, too. Now take your own advice and get some sleep. No journaling until dawn. All right?"
"All right. Have a good night. And Y/N?"
She was already fading, his lilt her favorite lullaby. "Yeah?"
"Wear your blue nightie for coffee. I’ll be in my briefs."
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Temptation Tuesday
The game creator 💜 @honestlydarkprincess
Rules: share something about an idea you have/something that's speaking to you/an au you'd like to see and are considering writing/etc. etc. Basically anything that is tempting you away from your current wips!
Eddie proposing to Buck (thank you sneak peak)💍
Fic about Daniel's birthday and the way Buck always felt about this day(basically this post but in fic) (yes I'm sad. Yes I need therapy)
Buck constantly hit his head at the ceiling at the station (I still love this moment from 6x13)
Breeding kink (maybe + unexpected pregnant Buck as I once reserved ask and constantly think about it)
Sugar daddy Eddie who is SUPER rich and just came out. He need cute bf for going to different events and for good sex. He chose Buck (maybe Buck were fired in 1s or maybe Eddie would chose hot young pretty firefighter who helped him with little scratches)
Eddie and Bobby gossip about Marg and Phil and hate them together (I promised it to Jules💜. I'm going to write it)
Au based on Purple Hearts
After 6b, where Eddie and Buck close as never to confession and ... Buck ask Eddie on a date. But Eddie said no. Because he thinks Buck somehow find out about his feelings and again just falling in relationship, and he believes Buck is not ready. But it's actually Eddie still scared to open his heart. To risk broke it again. But Buck is ok with no. It's painful for him, yes, but Buck now knows he shouldn't blame himself if person doesn't love him. So pinning Eddie even tho Buck asked him out, pining Buck who tries to make some boundaries with Eddie for himself, to get over Eddie. Misunderstanding and angst
Tagging : @usercowboy @jobairdxx @rose-buddie @911onabc @swiftiediaz @ebdaydreamer @alyxmastershipper @destielbuddiepipeline @honestlydarkprincess @diazass @loveyourownsmiilee @gaydiaz @buddierights @yelenasbuddie if they have something to share
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Share 5 top songs you have on repeat right now! 💜🎵
tagged by: @radiocheck (now I know your side-blog lmao) — thanks for the tag, lovely 💗💗💗
According to my Spotify ‘on repeat’ playlist…
Hungry Eyes — Eric Carmen
If I Could Fly — One Direction
Willow — Taylor Swift
Man! I Feel Like A Woman! — Shania Twain
You Can’t Hurry Love — Phil Collins
no-pressure tags: @foreverralways @awkwxrdapple @jynxmirage @fantasygirlsuniverse @sweetlittleladybug @callsign-shortstack
#tag game#thanks for the tag 💗#I haven’t been on Spotify in like a month so these are like month old on repeat songs lmao#still really good songs tho#on repeat playlist
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Tag 9 mutual you want to know better!
I was tagged by @hallucination-edward and @jessicanjpa (since she said she tagged everyone) lol thanks for tagging me even though I forgot for a few days
Three ships: uumm the main ones I think about are Bella/Edward, Alice/Jasper, and Leah/Jacob (I am a Blackwater stan)
First ever ship: I don't remember for sure but probably one from HP
Last movie: Moana - it was just for background noise while I worked at home on Friday though
Last song: ocean eyes by Billie Eilish
Currently reading: Hamlet (haven't actually read it before)
Currently watching: Somebody Feed Phil on Netflix right now
Currently consuming: water
Currently craving: a cup of honey vanilla chamomile tea
Tags: (not a whole 9 people sorry, and of course no pressure) @edwardskhakipants @vampiresinforks @edgyboicullen @lemonadebottlecap @rose-lily-hale @edgelord-cullen and anyone else who wants to pass it on 💜
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Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 🎶🎧💜💙🤗
Hey! Thank you so much for the ask! 💜
From my current faves playlist:
1. Battle Belongs - Phil Wickham
2. Gone, Gone, Gone - Phillip Phillips
3. Thunderstruck - AC/DC
4. If I Lose Myself - OneRepublic
5. Across the Stars - Star Wars: Attack of the Clones soundtrack
I think I’ll tag instead of sending asks, if that’s okay 😉. Tagging: @gaiagalit @mega-aulover @norbertsmom @thelettersfromnoone @srebrnafh and anyone else who would like to participate 💜
Thank you again, this was fun!
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How about a f!reader x Bam fic where Bam comforts you after a breakup with someone outside of jackass crew and ends up confessing he’s loved you ever since he first met you? ;-; love your writing 💜
a/n: oh this is so sweet, i loved writing it. thank you for requesting, angel <3
disclaimers/tags: implied smut
It always bugged you how after a breakup you're supposed to be okay with the fact there is a person out there who knows all these intricate details about you but isn't part of your life anymore. How do you play around with intimacy like that?
"Hey. I'm in West Chester. Are you busy?" Bam's unique accent fills your ears, clearly confused but the answer is still the correct one. It's the happiest you've felt in a week. "Wanna get ice cream?"
The taxi driver must have somewhere more important to be, because as soon as the tires screech (and the back of your head slams pretty harsh against the seat) a cupped hand is shoved in your face. Fumbling with the seatbelt after paying, he seems impatient and you apologize.
Just as quick as the small man driving had breaked, he runs off again before you can say goodbye. It sucks, a polite interaction with a stranger could have really helped your mood right now. Hopefully hanging out with a friend you hadn't seen in a while would do the trick.
Ringing the bell, you're greeted by a very shocked April. Of course he'd forget to mention you were coming by. It wouldn't surprise you if he had forgotten the call completely, only now noticing he sounded sleepy on the phone.
"I'm sorry to show up lik-"
Quickly, you're pulled into a motherly hug, hands patting your back and rocking you side to side. It's a delightful welcome, better than you expected.
"Never apologize, there's always people in this house and not often enough are you one of them. Come in, Phil's in his office and Bam is in the shower. I'm watching this ridiculous soap opera…"
Biting your nails, you're trying to catch up with April's explanation of the convoluted plot when the person you were waiting for waltzed into the living room.
"Twenty-five minute shower? Who are you and what did you do to my friend?" Getting up from the couch, you walk right into Bam's open arms. A warm feeling brews in your stomach. Safe right where you are, not anywhere else in the world.
You knew you could count on it.
The fabric of his black hoodie is right up to your nose and it smells strongly of body cologne, and you can't not tease him. "You smell nice. A little strong."
Arms still wrapped around your lower back, his question comes quicker than you expected. "You don't like it?"
"I mean, it's still you, just better." Finally stepping back, Bam rolls his eyes when you wink at him.
"What are you doing here out of nowhere?"
"Get your keys, we'll talk on the way."
When he asks which keys, you can't help but request the Hummer. It's the type of night where the feeling of wind in your hair might temporarily fix all your problems.
Waiving goodbye to the blonde woman now turned around on the couch, you graciously dismiss her plea for you to stay longer, offering the guest bedroom.
It's quiet outside, the faint noise of crickets and leaves rustling with the wind calming your mind as you walk alongside Bam to his garage.
Your friend speaks for you during the drive to the furthest convenience store. It's on purpose, Bam catching on to the fact you didn't feel like talking and probably needed to enjoy the ride in the fresh air of the night. You don't know what gave it away, but it's relieving.
Sitting on the hood of the car, parked in front of the store but away from the bright streetlamps, you end up buying one big milkshake to share and pouring mini bottles of liquor on it. The taste is atrocious, but the colorful plastic straws you insisted on buying made it too fun to complain. You also bought canned wine and cheap beer with no need to take out your fake ID.
"You came all the way to West Chester for ice cream? It's not like we're famous for it. Or for, well, anything."
Laughing with the straw in between your lips, you prepare to start the uncomfortable conversation. "I wanted to see you."
It's not untrue. Hanging with the CKY boys was the best, fitting in so well you constantly considered abandoning the L.A. lifestyle and switching it for the smaller district in Pennsylvania.
"I'm flattered. But it hasn't been that long, the Jackass break started, what, two months ago?" He hands you a napkin to wipe at the side of your mouth and offers to open the can of wine with a slightly disgusted expression.
"I disagree. I think it's been too long, actually. Why can't I just go out with you?"
"Because your boyfriend doesn't like me very much. I bet he's fuming about you being here."
Declining the last sips of milkshake, you decide to try the wine even if it's definitely going to upset your stomach. "I didn't tell him. We broke up a week ago."
The red warm liquid almost comes back up. Whether it's because of the truth or the horrible taste, you're not sure.
Bam's frozen, body turned to you, words uncertain and robotic. "Sorry. What happened?"
"Don't be, you couldn't even stand to talk to each other for more than five minutes." Your chuckle is cynical, always a point of contension how you couldn't share your time between your then boyfriend and one of your closest friends and co-stars. "Nothing happened, it had just been shit for a while. He said some things I didn't like, there was an argument and we ended it. Haven't talked since."
Half of the drink in the can is gone with just another gulp, fighting to keep it in for better or worse.
"And that's why you're here?" He still sounds confused, treading carefully.
"Sort of." Brushing hair behind your ears and shutting your eyes, a deep sigh turns shaky as you fight back tears. "I was stuck in a shitty mood and I couldn't think of anything else I wanted to do besides this. Hanging out with you, listening to some Metal band I don't know, drinking disgusting alcohol and not thinking about shit."
"Cheers." You laugh, throwing your head back, not minding the tears actually spilling out. "But if it's only been a week and you haven't talked, how can you be sure it's over?"
"Oh, it is. There's no feelings anymore, for a long time actually." Shrugging and finishing the wine, a hiccup turns your sob story even more pathetic. "I wasn't having fun, I missed laughing and enjoying life. There were so many times these last two months I wanted to pack up and leave, come here to fuck around with you guys."
"You should have, it's been a lot of fun. Dico's kinda mad you don't call enough."
That information breaks your heart, and when you laugh, it's laced in sadness. "I think I was just holding onto the familiar, you know? I opened up, he has all that information against me, and now what? I pretend he doesn't know me at all? Relationships are for crazy people."
You moveto open a beer can, but Bam does it for you.
"Right, but did he even know you that well?" Asking what that means, it's comforting when the sleeves of his hoodie are used to dry your wet face. "You're talking about all this stuff he has against you, but you never seemed that close. Sorry if I'm wrong but from my point of view he never even made an effort to look interested in you."
"What makes you think so?" It's a fair question, never looking at your now ex-boyfriend that way. Maybe you had it all wrong but didn't know.
The removal of his hoodie to hand it to your shivering self is natural. On the other hand, getting distracted because of messy curls framing Bam's face is a little less common. Of course he was a pretty boy, but you hardly ever stared at him like this.
"I never saw him on set, only at 'industry parties', which is lame. The one time he went to a skate park with us he looked bored as hell. Stood you up for the Turbonegro concert." He's rambling, but not entirely off. "Did he even tell you he was proud of all the cool shit you do? I never heard it."
"There were good parts. Did you really notice all that?"
There's something in Bam's voice that makes you silently wish for him to look your way. You need to see if it's in his eyes too before making assumptions.
Stealing back the untouched can in your hands and taking a sip of your beer, he shrugs. "He was a fucking douchebag who didn't really deserve you. Not hard to see."
Your head remains turned to the dark-haired boy avoiding your gaze, suspicious of the unfamliar way he's speaking, never hearing him say anything like that before. "No one else pointed it out."
"Maybe you need better friends." He's still looking away.
"Apparently you're the only friend I need."
Bam finally graces you with a smile, but his eyes aren't exactly meeting yours, focusing somewhere else.
"What if I didn't want to be just a friend?" He's clearly uncomfortable, body leaning forward, one arm stretched down pretending to dust something off his pants. It's always been adorable when he cringes.
"What are you saying?" It's all you can think of, unfortunately, disconcerted by the cold air clashing with the heat under your skin.
"I'm saying…No, you just broke up, I'm not putting this shit on you right now."
"No, please, you can't do that. You have to tell me now." You put a stray dark curl back in its place. "If you don't, I'm just gonna get anxious about it, so you're giving me more problems to deal with. It's being a bad friend."
"Ah, man." Nervous laughing, he runs a hand down his face and stares right ahead. "The thing is- Well, the thing is, I don't know if I believe in shit like love at first sight but that day we met, before Jackass even started filming, I felt something."
Pondering a little, expecting him to maybe elaborate, you prod. "So you had a crush on me?"
The tiny bit of information makes you giddy. You had felt a connection to the skater kid immediately but didn't know he felt it too. It's curious, and you wanna know more.
"It's not a crush. It's more, trust me. Or I would have told you to break up with the asshole so we could hook up. But it's not like that."
"I didn't notice."
"Yeah, that dickhead was taking up all of your attention. It sucked. He didn't even earn it." The way Bam is talking now is like he forgot you're there, which leads you to think it's genuine. "I don't know if I'm what you deserve but I can do much better than him, that's for fucking sure."
Prolonging the last four words, big blue eyes widen when they finally meet yours, seemingly remembering who was listening and what he was confessing.
Still drinking from your beer can, he finishes it and launches it right into the closest trash can.
Softly, you ask, "What do you feel now?"
"I used present tense in everything. Read the room, dude." Opening another beer, he doesn't look your way still. His repression and sudden shyness around you is funny, the muscles in your face sore as you try to contain your smile.
"Do you think you're in love with me?"
A bold question that receives an even bolder answer.
"I know I am."
There is no hesitation or shakyness in his voice. Sure, it's drenched in fear, waiting to be rejected, but it is also unapologetic. Your friend is stating he loves you, not asking if you love him. He leaves no room for misinterpretation, exuding the confidence you looked for in past relationships.
Letting the awkward silence linger, the sound of a deep intake of breath is resounding as you adjust on top of the car.
"Bam, I want you to kiss me now."
Turning, his eyes scan your face to asses if you're serious. Putting down the beer can, he moves closer, grabbing your chin and slowly leaning in.
You close your eyes, anxiously waiting.
His lips are surprisingly soft, a little cold from the beer and sugary from the milkshake. Like the dreamy ending to a sweet date.
Breaking off, one of his fingers is still holding your chin up, letting you dictate what happens next. So you close the small distance.
Bam does not hesitate to push your lips apart and using his tongue right away. It's delicate, gentle. Patient. You're on cloud nine.
That kiss tells you enough about his feelings.
Before you know it, the both of you are making out in the backseat of the Hummer. Sitting on his lap, pulling at his hair, it's really hard not to drive things further. Especially when his fingers are running up and down your legs, teasingly exploring under your skirt before retracting again.
All you want to do is grind down, just for a moment, to see his reaction.
"We should stop, before it's too late to go back."
"You're right." As one hand squeezes your thigh, the other comes up to cup your face and plant a small wet kiss on your lips. Humming, it sounds more like whining. You don't want to stop yet. "Wanna stay over at mine?"
"The hotel is already payed for the night, might as well." If he asked again, you'd say yes, but instead he helps you back into the passenger seat.
The drive is peaceful, blasting music and almost falling asleep with your head leaning on your hand.
Getting to the hotel's parking lot is depressing, not wanting to cut short your time with Bam. Fuck being rational. "Wanna come up?"
In the room, Bam raids the mini bar fridge while you're in the shower, promising he'll pay you back.
You put on skimpy pajamas and fine lingerie, just in case, but it's not necessary. The night is spent away watching shitty movies, getting drunk on overpriced alcohol and wiping tears off your face from painfully laughing at the absurd stories Bam shares about his friends.
He has to call April and Phil to tell them he won't come home tonight, and you sit on top of the thin bedframe next to the phone - which he made sure to use simply to run up your bill - to make fun of him. The call is on speaker and it kills you when April reminds her son to 'use protection'. You had never seen his face so red, covering his eyes with his hand.
When he hangs up, your giggling is taken as a challenge and Bam pulls on your legs, causing your body to drop onto the mattress. Laughing louder, you kiss him back when he climbs on top of you.
Exhausted, you fall asleep with the TV on and over the bed sheets, clinging to his body for warmth.
You wake up earlier than expected, the sun still mostly hidden, and have morning sex under the blue-greyish light of the sky coming in. It's quiet, and meaningful. Intimate. It's healing.
Room service has to kick you out twenty minutes past the arranged check-out time.
Back in his passenger seat, you have no idea if you're leaving today or in a month, maybe taking the Margera's up on their inifinte offers to lend you their guest bedroom. Maybe you'll stay in Bam's.
All you are sure about is that there's a lightness in your heart you don't want to let go of.
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Who am I?
A little about me...
Call me Jae, or J! I am a k-pop fanboy in his 20's, specifically stanning BTS, Stray Kids and ATEEZ (though i'm a baby atiny, so please be patient lol). I love all things music, whether it be K-pop, alt, old rock or movie soundtracks, I love it! I love survival video games like Subnautica and The Forest, love old cheesy horror/slasher films, and I love collecting vinyl records. Obviously however, I have the biggest hyperfixiation being k-pop, specifically my favorite groups lol. Now as an adult man, its difficult to express my passion for these artists and their music, but hey, that's what the internet is for! I write as a hobby and as a passion project really, even having some of my own novel ideas in the works with original characters and plot. A lot of what I write however is fanfiction, specifically self-insert where I can be part of the things I love so dear. I made this blog to post some of my writings! I write specifically x male reader, mostly BTS. I take requests and answer questions, and I will try to post as often as possible, yet I am a college student so honestly whenever I can I will! <3
My goal is to bring some fun and joy to other fans like me who may feel unsafe or are scrutinized for their interests, as well as readers and fans who are hardly ever catered to (ahem, fanboys/gender non-confirming fans,) so if anyone is able to put themselves into what I write, then I have achieved my goal! :)
My biases!!!
💙Skz: Han, Changbin, Leeknow💙
💜BTS: J-hope, Jimin, Namjoon💜
🧡ATEEZ: Mingi, Seonghwa, Wooyoung🧡
Things I write:
x male reader
boy groups fanfics (Mostly BTS, Stray Kids and ATEEZ. I can do groups I don't know, but they won't be as good :/)
x gender neutral reader (Upon request for non-confirming folk!)
Smut (18+, I will always put tags and warnings!)
AUs, imagines, short requests, sometimes longer requests or stories if it's a concept I really like!
I can write about characters other than k-pop too! Ex. marvel, DC, game characters, Sherlock, Supernatural, etc, just ask!
What I will NOT write:
x female reader (There is so much already out there, just look somewhere else <3)
Rape/non-con (Do I really need to explain why?)
Anything else that I find disturbing or immoral, or anything I just don't want to write about lol
DISCLAIMER: My blog is STRICTLY 18+, so please only follow if you are 18+! This blog is PURELY FANTASY AND FICTION, and I am in no way meant to harm/defamate/portray the actual artists and people they are about. I am NOT a pro-shipper. While I sometimes may write ships, it's a subject I am very on the fence about because I do not want anything I write to harm the actual artists (we all know what happened with Dan And Phil, Markiplier and Jacksepticeye, etc.) If I ever do write shipping content, please know that it is not to be compared with the actual people at all. What people do with their romantic lives and whom with is NONE OF OUR BUSINESS, and I want to respect the artists and people I write about because in the end, I am a fan first. Overall, everything I write is purely fictional and nothing is meant to be taken seriously, lest stated otherwise.
Thank you for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful day!
-Much luv, Jae ~ <3
#bts#bts army#bts fanfic#bts smut#bts x reader#bts x male reader#taehyung#namjoon#jin#yoongi#jimin#j-hope#hoseok#jungkook#bangtan#bts x y/n
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Fic First Lines
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
I was tagged forever ago by @rubickk7 & @freneticfloetry. Thanks y’all!
first time for everything (Original Work) | Matty isn't usually a big fan of frat parties, but at least this one has good drinks. He'd rather stay sober than drink another Bud Light Lime, even if it was free. But no, this place not only has proper drinks with good mixers, it also has a guy that will mix them for you.
out with it (Ted Lasso) | Roy corners Jamie after training. "Why have you been acting so pissy at me?" / "Fuck off. Not everything's about you, old man."
equal opportunity (Ted Lasso) | "Up for a pint?" Roy asks Jamie after they wrap up training for the day. / "Yeah, 'course. Meet you there in twenty?" Roy nods, grateful Jamie doesn't want him to hang around.
keeping you warm (Ted Lasso) | Jamie's got an energy that he can't shake. When he comes back from training, Roy natters on about what he thinks he'll make for dinner, and Jamie can't manage more than one-word responses. He goes for the tea, but caffeine's probably a bad idea, and the only decaf one they've got is that minty one that Jamie can't stand. His skin is buzzing with the need to do something, though, so he moves around the cabinets, trying to find it. / "Oi," Roy says sharply, and Jamie stills. It's possible Roy's been trying to get his attention for more than a second. "Stop what you're doing," he adds, and he's using that voice.
first drops of rain (Good Omens) | The rain always made him think of Aziraphale.
against the door (MCU) | "You're gonna be the death of me," Phil mutters, straining his ears for sounds of anyone walking down the hall on the other side of his office door. / "But oh, what a way to go." Clint's voice rumbles against Phil's throat as he works Phil's belt loose. Phil swallows back a moan. This is a terrible idea.
instructed (Sex Therapy) | "Keep it on," Andreas says as Elliot reaches for the corset ties. "Haruto, Elliot has dressed up just for you. Show him how you feel about that." / Haruto whines, attempting to shuffle forward on his knees while his wrists and ankles are bound behind him.
go to fuckin’ sleep (Ted Lasso) | Today's match had been particularly rough on Jamie, and Roy's trying to be normal about it. / Ted's giving his usual post-game pep talk—they'd ended in a draw thanks to Jamie's last-minute goal, they don't need that much building up—and all Roy wants to do is sling the visibly-exhausted Jamie over his shoulder and carry him to bed. But he can't do that, not without a million fucking nosy questions, even though Jamie clearly needs sleep more than he needs any fucking fluff thrown at him.
the intricacies of sharing a bed with your coworker (Original Work) | "Are you sure you don't want me to sleep on the floor?" / Raul sighs. "For the last time, Scott, just shut up and go to sleep."
magical glitter (Ted Lasso) | When Keeley opens her door to find Jamie on the other side, it's not all that surprising—he's been coming round more and more lately, grabbing a drink and joining her and Roy to watch telly for a bit. But the sight of him is what jars her out of her casual hello.
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Tagging anyone who writes and wants to do it! 💜
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Hmmmm ideas, ideas....
Tiny workers my beloved!
Since Philza and Techno dragged Wil to the park(?), as a sort of way to cheer him up, where they concerned with his sudden attachment to the tinies? Him sneaking in just to snatch Tommy😂
I mean Techno found his competition buddy, but does Phil connect to any Tinies, Tubbo maybe?
Also, what was the situation that Noms happened for crimebois? Are the other humans' instincts similar to Wilburs or to they have varying levels?
Keep up the great work💜
ideas my beloved <3<3
also to be fair i also have no idea if it's going to be a park or a big building or just something entirely different,, i want it to be a park but a big building may make a biiiit more sense considering the fact that there's not that many attractions (yet)
oh gosh yes, techno is kind of used to it because his whole rivalry thing made him tag along more often, but phil has never been to the park/building/whatever tf else it is, so seeing both of his sons immediately run off to find their tinies is a little bit confusing
but, fear not, when phil is watching his children completely ditch him, he gets to meet kristen. he's a little bit startled because he hasn't really interacted with any tinies and is truthfully kind of uncomfortable being with so many of them in one place. but of course kristen gets to talk him out of that headspace and they end up just bonding for hours meanwhile techno and wilbur are off doing random shit with their own tinies :D
for tubbo, i'm thinking of maybe making it someone else? but i do love phil & techno as a duo so there's a big chance i'll just end up pairing tubs w phil,,,,,,,
NOMS OOH IVE BEEN SO EXCITED FOR YOU TO ASK THIS
okay so my idea is like a cafe,,, which is essentially just a place where you can freely and safely nom tinies for a few hours :) SOOO i'm thinking ranboo likes to hang around here a lot, because yk he's a guy who doesn't like a LOT of chaos (unless he's in the right mood) so he naturally just likes winding down for a bit. tommy is pretty persistent about not going here because, c'mon, after that incident with the kid, he doesn't really want a repeat of that. but, ranboo (and somehow tubbo) convinces him to just tag along with ran :D what happens, who does he meet? (spoiler alert, it's wilbur who's trying to find tommy and is lowkey lost because he's barely left the golf course area lmfao)
i genuinely can't remember if i discussed instincts in this au but they don't really exist,,,, they're subtly there but definitely don't get as bad as lets say tommy's do in wilbur chocolate au. humans and tinies haven't really co-existed in this au, not any time in history, so humans have not developed any kind of urge to nom them C:
thank you !! your messages make me very happy <''3
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welcome to my blog <3 this is my side blog where i can be myself and selfship ^^, my main is @maxichiz so if you get a follow or reply from there, its me.
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my name is max or keon, i am a autistic queer aroace trans teen. i am a disabled indigenous poc, i would appreciate it if tone tags were used as well!
i use any pronouns including neos except for she/her, so please do not use she/her or any feminine terms except for pretty on me at ANY time, thank you.
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please dni if you are the following / support it : proshipper, useless lgbt discourse, satire, ableist, racist, homophobic etc, support endo systems, prolife, anti selfship, if you selfship with real people, nandermo shippers (for my comfort please), dsmp fans, zoophiles, MAPs. i will add more if ever needed.
onto my f/os ! i do not like sharing my f/os, so if we happen to share an f/o please softblock me, for both of our convinces! thank you!! <3
Romantic F/Os :
Guillermo De La Cruz, What We Do In The Shadows (Studded Stakes 🕶⛓)
Phil Guy, Blueycapsules (Spiked Horns ☎️🖤)
Beetlejuice, All 3 Beetlejuice sources ( Striped Cuffs 💚🖤 )
Hunter, The Owl House (Golden Spirits 💛👻)
Argyle, Stranger Things (High Hopes 🍃🖤)
Dr Hofnarr / Tricky The Clown, Madcom (Clownin’ Around 🎪🔪)
Dee, Metal Family (Punk Metal 🎸⛓)
Leatherface, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (Chainsaw Melodies 🪚🎵)
Charles Lee Ray, Chucky (Plastic Kills 🔪🖤)
Kimiko, The Boys (Silent Nights ❌)
Gino Valentino, Blueycapsules (Chefs Kiss 🍕❤️)
Licorice Cookie, Cookie Run Kingdom (Necromancin Dancin’ 🪦💜)
Dr Habit, Smile For Me (My Flower 🥀🦷)
Sherrif, Madcom (Rootin n’ Tootin 🤎🖤)
King Dice, Cuphead (Soul Stealer 🎲💜)
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Platonic F/Os :
Micheal Afton, Blueycapsules
Dustin Henderson, Stranger Things
Steve Harrington, Stranger Things
Starlight, The Boys
Steven Grant, Moonknight
Nandor The Relentless, What We Do In The Shadows
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Familial F/Os :
Black Noir, The Boys
Fritz Valentino, Blueycapsules
Joyce Hopper, Stranger Things
Jeremy Fitzgerald, Blueycapsules
Baby Colin Robinson, What We Do In The Shadows
thats all for right now, thank you for reading, love! feel free to ask me any questions, my ask box is now open :) goodbye!
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