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certified-ni-ki-lover · 8 months

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Puppy Love

ENHYPEN Jake Oneshot

Summary: It was your day off & the weather was amazing, so you decided to spend it at the park to relax. But your plans to a turn when you made a new friend.

Word Count: 898

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You finally got a day off. You were so ready to just lay around all day. You took full advantage of it by staying up watching dramas all night & then waking up around noon.

You woke up feeling like you hadn��t eaten anything for days. So, you went to your kitchen only to be greeted by an empty fridge. You grumbled in annoyance & decided to get something from the convenience store near your apartment. You quickly took a shower, put on some light makeup & a lazy outfit & grabbed everything you needed & headed out.

It was a pleasant day to walk around. You saw couples walking hand in hand, some parents with their kids & others walking their dogs or just going about their typical day.

You were vibing to the music from your headphones as you made it to the store. You got some ramen & a drink. Paid for it & went to eat it. After you were done, you bought some gum & some jelly snacks & headed out.

You did not want to go home yet since you had nothing to do there. So, you walked for a while & then thought of going to the park.

You walked inside. You saw parents playing with their kids & just friends hanging out. You looked around for a spot that didn’t have many people & found one a little away & sat on the grass under the shade of a tree. You were peacefully eating your jellies & listening to music from your headphones when suddenly you were tackled by a golden retriever.

You fell back & the dog started licking your face. You laughed at the sudden action. After you calmed down you noticed the dog had a collar, meaning she had an owner as well. You looked around seeing if anyone was looking for their dog. But everyone you asked said no.

Not wanting to leave the poor dog on its own in the middle of the city, especially since it was starting to get dark, you walked around with her looking for her owner.

After about 25 minutes of this, with no luck you were starting to become tired, so you took her home. You gave her some water & then searched on her collar to see if there was a name or any contact info.

You found the dog’s name was ‘Layla’ & under that was a number. You decided to call it & ask about the dog. “Hi! My name is Y/N, I found a dog in the park earlier with the name Layla & I saw your number on her collar, so I was wondering if you were her owner” you spoke. “Oh my God! Yea that’s my dog, I’ve been looking all over for her thank you so much for finding her” the caller spoke. You could tell it was a male voice & judging by the accent figured he was Aussi. “No worries, so how should I drop her off?” you asked. “Oh, don’t worry about that, I’ll come over & collect her if that’s okay with you. I don’t want to bother you anymore” he said. “It’s no problem at all, I’ll send you my address, just let me know when you’ll be coming over” Sure, thank you once again,” he said. “You’re welcome” you spoke & hung up. You sent the guy your address & he told you he'd be there in 25 minutes, so you just tied up & bit & waited.

After a while, you heard a knock on your door & you knew it was Layla’s owner. When you opened the door, you were met with a very handsome face. You stood there, staring at him for a while. “Umm hi,” he said smiling at you. That’s when you snapped out of your daydream about this handsome stranger. & You would be lying if you said his smile wasn’t the most adorable smile you’ve ever seen.

“Uh, yeah hi. “Come on in,” you said letting him in he smiled & thanked you. Right as he walked in Layla recognized his scent & tackled him with kisses. He laughed & hugged his dog; you couldn’t help but smile seeing the adorable scene in front of you. “Thank you so much for taking care of her once again,” he said smiling. “Oh, it’s no problem, I enjoyed playing with her as well,” you said. “Well, then would you like to hang out next weekend at the dog park? We could go for dinner after, my treat of course,” he asked hopefully. “Sure!” you said smiling with slight pink cheeks. “Great!” he said, “Right I never got your name,” he said looking at you. “Y/N,” you replied. “Well Y/N, I’m Jake & here’s my number,” he said handing you a piece of paper with his number on it. “I have to get going now, unfortunately,” he said disappointedly, “but I can’t wait to meet you again next week,” he said smiling. “Me too,” you replied. “Bye Y/N,” Jake said, “Bye Jake,” you replied giving Layla one last hug as well before you saw them walking down the hallway away from your apartment. Then you shut the door & rushed to your closet with the biggest smile on your face to plan out your outfit for your date with Jake next week.

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I wrote this last night at like around 2 AM cause I couldn't sleep so it's entirely proof read so please let me know if there were any mistakes💙

#niki #jay #jake #jungwon #heeseung #enhypen #sunghoon #sunoo #engene #enhypen jake fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen x y/n #enhypen fluff #enhypen fanfiction #enha #enhypen jake #enhypen jaeyun

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lestappenheart · 1 year

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Uh, enjoy reading or smth.. I'm insecure about this

Texas was definitely Daniel's favorite race. He just loved wearing all those cowboy hats and boots and even those fringed jackets. It felt right, like a second home. But partying after the race week was even better.

They were currently in a bit overpacked bar, he and a couple of other drivers. Lando was talking to the DJ, trying to convince him to let him play some songs. Charles and Pierre were on the dance floor showing their not so good moves. And George, Mick and Max were sitting at the bar. (Carlos and Lewis got lost somewhere).

Max was sitting with his half empty drink, eying the dancefloor. He was looking at the certain Monegasque driver, Daniel just knew it. The two had been circling around each other for some time, but it was as if they couldn't exactly find each other. And it just drove Daniel crazy. Because the sexual tension between them was visible to everyone but these two fools. And maybe it was the time to change that.

"Hiya cowboy, how ya doin'?" Daniel asked, clapping Max's back.

The Dutchman hopped at the sudden appearance of the Aussie. But he smiled widely as soon as he saw him.

"Well, I'm good. And you having fun?"

"Yeah, it's actually great. But I've got a quest for you" Daniel began without waiting for an answer. "You have to give this to Charles and you can't ask any questions" he pointed to the cowboy hat on the counter. Max was currently playing with the hem of its visor.

Okay, now it was wierd and of course, there must have been some mischievous plan behind it, but since it was Daniel's day? Max was willing to do it, so he agreed.

Daniel watched him walk away with the cap on his head. Max pushed his way through the people on the dance floor, and when he finally reached Charles, he spun him around, put his cowboy hat on his head, and disappeared as quickly as he appeared. And luckily neither of them saw the sneaky smile that played on Daniel's face.

Later that night Danny found Charles sitting at one of the tables, drinking water or gin tonic... Never mind, that wasn't important. He slipped on the chair next to the Monegasque and smiled brightly at him.

"I see that you're having a good time?"

"Yeah, but I'm a bit tired of dancing" no wonder, since he hardly left the dance floor.

"And where did you get this hat? You look good in it" oh it's gonna be so good.

"Well, Max gave it to me some time ago" Charles shrugged not avare of the plan he was woven into.

Daniel faked surprise and Charles frowned in response. What would be so surprising in this small gesture?

"Oh, you don't know the cowboy hat rule?"

Yeah, Charles was oblivous, same as Max, but he didn't need to know that. All that mattered was to get rid of this tension between them.

"Enlighten me, Daniel"

"You know, wear the hat ride the cowboy" the Aussie wiggled his eyebrows.

And the blush that covered Charles face? It was a priceless sight that Daniel will surely keep in his memory for a long time.

"Uh, do you think he really..?"

"What, wants to fuck you? It seems like this, but go to him and find out" Charles was hesitant, but finally he stood up from his seat and dissapeared in the crowd of people on the dance floor.

And thanks to Daniel and his plan, because after that weekend that stupid tension dissapeared too. It seems like the cowboys had a great time in Austin.

#I saw a tiktok about the cowboys hat rule #and i had to write this #it's my first short fic there #pls be nice #lestappen #ultimate wingman daniel #charles leclerc #max verstappen #maybe i should turn it into full one shot

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hannahbanana29 · 1 year

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Enha - When they're jealous Pt3

Part three here :) I've also done jungwon and Heeseung if you want to see those versions, and here's Jay <3 I was excited for this one lmao, so let's get into it 🤗 requests open

Also, this is suggestive, so... At your own risk

PARK JONGSEONG

Jay

When I think of Jay 🤔

A culinary man

Jungwon once said that Jay has a lot of pride when he cooks, and it's very cute 🤗

Your friend... damn I need another variation of the name Brad 🙄

Brad, Bradley, Bradlina...

Brandon

Brandon is close enough

Your friend ✨Brandon✨ is also a culinary man

SORRY JAY IT'S NOT A PERSONALITY TRAIT

✨Brandon✨ called you to taste his new curry, one he had made from his own altered recipe 🍲

"Y/N, I've made a new curry for my restaurant, and I want your opinion pls"

You don't even have to TELL Jay this is your plan for the day

He hears the frigging call 🤙😬

He raises an eyebrow at you, bc who is this BOY who owns a RESTAURANT making CURRIES for his SIGNIFICANT OTHER TO TASTE??

Jay has had a thing for you for a long time

Bottling up his painfully obvious crush on you caused it to build up over time

And as soon as you were HIS, he wasn't willing to let you go 😊

Therefore...

You only eat HIS curry... And his only 👿

Noticing his face, you speak back to ✨Brandon✨ with a worried tone

"Uhm... ✨Brandon✨, are you sure it should be me? You know what I'm like, I would eat anything -"

"Oh I'm sure, Y/N. I value your opinion. Even when it's something like curry." He reassures you on the other line, not aware that Jay was listening

"Can you come soon? I'm real excited for your feedback 😄"

Jay twitches his nose, his hand gripping his phone way too hard. He'd been staring at the same Insta post for too long

You clear your throat, wondering what to say in order to make ✨Brandon✨ sound less... Needy?

Best bet was to end it quickly

"Uh, okay, sure. See you soon, I'll set off for your place in ten"

"Make that sixty" Jay said quietly, ready to get possessive 🤭

"Uh, bye!" you said, switching your phone off

Immediately, not giving you time to SIGH, Jay fires at you

"Who is ✨Brandon✨?" He asks

"A friend of mine"

"Right. And why does he need you of all people to taste his precious curry?" Jay deadpans

You sort of lean back into the couch, not sure what to say without making him any more annoyed

As said, Jay DOES have a lot of pride when it comes to food

But he has even more pride in his partner

That's you 🤠 so lucky 😭

"Well?" he pushes

"Oh my gosh, Jay, it's just a friend who wants me to try his curry. If ✨Brandon✨ was a girl, I'd doubt you react like this" you fold your arms

Jay frowns, shaking his head in his defense. You refused to 'awh' at how cute he was

"I'm just saying that he doesn't need you to do it. Or does he not have friends?"

It continues like this. Salty 🧂 remarks

You become pretty agitated, and soon enough you're both stood up and protesting against the other person

Until

"God, Jay, just let me eat the freaking curry! It won't kill me." 🙄🙄

If you want to eat so bad, there's something in my room I could give you"

And you're like...

Sure, if it's on the menu 👀

Argument over

And rather than setting off in ten or sixty minutes... Well, you were a lil later than that

SO THAT'S JAY FOR YA. All fictitious, not real, bla bla BLA

Part 4 will come soon, and it will be none other than our Aussie Jake

Bye bye <3

#park jongseong #enha fluff #enhypen imagines #lee heeseung #sim jaeyun #park sunghoon #kim sunoo #yang jungwon #nishimura riki #jealousy

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divinekangaroo · 10 months

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S1 teeters on overly dense but relatively entertaining, and despite the density of action/fact also feels quite shallow? Potentially the standardised plot/romantic expectation?

S2 by contrast feels like it doesn’t know what it is, but is way more entertaining.

Sabini (Noah Taylor) is utterly not my cup of tea and his Aussie-Italian accent should be cut from his mouth brutally because it’s awful; but S2 also sets up sooooo many good arcs for later on, and also contains a lot of truly hilarious moments (the glass of gin lolllll; a racehorse is a good investment lolllll, almost everything Tommy says to Campbell including calling him up about Grace’s booty call my God). I also wonder about Alfie and this fannish perception of his perceptiveness; from what I can remember of later series, and now this in S2, Alfie is nearly almost always losing total control of his business, and it’s Tommy that manages to somehow manoeuvre this self-destructive wildcard of a gangster into positions where they can mutually profit.

I feel, better than S1, S2 also shows the boundaries that Tommy consciously crosses and disrespects to get what he wants. The final ep pre-execution scene and his screaming at the sky was so honest, and even though he repeats these themes in later series as his motivation, in S2 I really believe it. He is fucking angry. S1 often felt like it was trying to sell him as a mostly good, petty criminal style man making the most of an opportunity gone complex and wrong; S2 clearly paints him as consciously choosing to abuse, albeit not entirely without sympathy/empathy, just not enough to change his path. And that scene in London where the brothers smash up a club, just the three of them, then go out after on the street absolutely high and bonded on the violence, uh the best. Let’s not forget that side of them, too.

I adore the thematic structure of that S2 final episode where Tommy fails all three of his women (four if you count Polly and that he had to let her sort it out herself).

I adore the emotional swings and roundabouts he has with Arthur’s suicide attempts, which also feels very, very real.

I felt that the sex scenes with May seem to have the camera focus on her orgasm/s, when pretty much every other sex scene in the series, the camera’s very focused on Tommy, and what that means in framing their brief and odd relationship.

I like Michael’s honest hunger for the life and the power.

I also find interesting that end of S1 had Danny (Flashback-Partner #1) die, and the start of S2 had Freddie (Flashback-Partner #2) die, and that all of S2 then has Tommy leveraging the good things war gave him — connections, colleagues, reputation, weaponry skills and tactical skills. He also says to Arthur that comment about ‘closing the door on the war’, which yes, starts to roar open again for Tommy in later series, but right now in S2 the war is almost put to bed for Tommy; part of that being S1 Grace let him see he could sleep/live without it for a bit, but I also think it has something to do with Freddie and Danny now both being deceased. The constant reminder of Danny’s volatility and Tommy’s sense of responsibility to him; the constant moral and ethical battle he had with Freddie about their mutual moral trauma, and Freddie’s constant quasi-suicidal language around Tommy (but putting the onus back on Tommy to execute him) suddenly gone.

In S1, what I carried away more of was character and symbolism rather than plot or theme. Polly hits Tommy around the head a lot, including once nearly with a poker; he allows it. In S2, he’s not allowing it any more. Tommy’s nearly monk-like at the start and there’s lots of symbolic monk references (eg, Monaghan means monk, red dust in Buddhism); in the whole of Episode 1 he doesn’t manage to get a single drink in; yet he’s human and vulnerable and drunk by S6. His white horse (his opportunity for balance against the black horse) and having to kill it himself because he did something not moral to win the horse, sacrificing his potential for balancing light and dark. The whole Monaghan Boy scam and how it’s structured to represent exactly how Tommy plays himself in scams (Tommy takes a hit/pays out so more people buy in; Tommy takes a bigger hit/pays out more so even more people buy in; then turn the tables and cash in when everyone’s gone all in).

Also I quantified the S1 guns in current day pounds:

Tommy’s original scam of four stolen motorbikes - about 50-60k in current day pounds

The value of the guns he finds - about 2.1 million current day pounds

Can totally picture him sitting in the yard staring at his unexpected loot just sweating bricks trying to work out how to turn it into actual money.

#peaky rewatch #tommy shelby #Final comment being #there are still way too many convenience coincidences and people just conforming to the necessary plot steps to make for believability #which is interesting given the effort put into making the Shelby family’s characterisation believable #The plots are unreal but the people are real #A strangeness

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magnoliabloomfield · 2 years

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Garden of Heathen 41- Change in the Wind

Thirsty and awkward Gally ROFL

Luckily the new girl was just out of it enough that she didn't notice her new friends frantically passing her piece of paper back and forth, having whole conversations with their eyes when they weren't having them under their breath.

She was about as tall as Aussie but meatier, stronger, which didn't take much. Aussie stayed close to her as they all walked toward the house. She was surprisingly quiet and calm as she looked around her new home, unaware of what had taken place there over the past month. It felt like a dark secret they couldn't reveal to someone who was practically born today.

Before they entered the house Aussie pulled Gally aside by the front door.

"Could you do me a favor?" She asked, still holding onto his wrist gently. "Could you find Georgia and show her this and explain what's going on?"

She placed the note in his hand and he held onto it and her fingers as well as she spoke.

"I don't know for sure because I've never been in this situation before, but she might be more comfortable with just girls around. Is that ok?" She bit the right side of her bottom lip as she looked up at him.

"Yeah, absolutely," he nodded.

Aussie sighed in relief as she released her lip from the death grip of her teeth. "Thank you, you're a peach!"

"I thought I was a moose?"

"You are a peachy moose, Gally gallant," Aussie smiled at him as she went for the front door.

"Between you and Gertie I get called the weirdest things..." he teasingly complained as he backed away, throwing her a small smirk before she finally disappeared into the house, still grinning at him too.

He honestly hoped nothing she just called him would actually stick, he had no idea why he reminded her about the moose thing. Still, it was nice to make her smile before she had to deal with a newbie.

"Did something good happen?" A sweet little voice spoke up, catching his attention.

He turned to see a familiar girl standing there, her smile a bright white crescent amidst her extremely dark complexion. She had been there helping with Lanie after the incident.

"Sorry?" He quirked his brow in confusion.

"You were smiling," she explained, seeming more shy. "You don't do that very often, so I wondered if something good happened."

"I don't smile?" He asked even more confused. This was news to him. He felt like he was always smiling at-

"You do when Aussie's around, but she's not here," she said as she went up and down on her tiptoes nervously.

"What's your name again?" He asked her, relaxing his furrowed brow so as not to intimidate her.

"Rosa," she supplied, putting out her hand.

"That's right, you help with, uh.." he faltered as he shook her hand, and she luckily saved him.

"Yeah I was there," she nodded.

"Yeah. Hey, by any chance have you seen Georgia around?" He asked her.

"Umm, not that I recall, but I can help you look. If you don't mind, that is," she ground the toe of her shoe in the dirt.

He felt a little nervous. She seemed nice, but he really didn't need another Hedy situation on his hands either. She seemed much younger though, possibly even younger than Gertie, and far too innocent, so he didn't have the heart to shoot her down.

"Sure, that would be... helpful," he said with his best impression of a friendly expression.

"Oh thanks!" She lit up with excitement as she walked with him. "Sorry, I don't mean to be weird. I just- I had this conversation with Aussie a while ago, about boys, and I thought maybe I should practice talking to one before I get out of here and meet more. Sorry, is that weird?"

Gally was still about 10 words behind in comprehending what she'd just said.

"Uh, that's fine by me. Not like you have any other options," he shrugged as he looked around for Georgia.

"To be honest, I was kind of scared of you at first," she admitted as she practically scampered alongside him like a chihuahua and a Great Dane strolling together. "But Aussie said you were really nice."

"She did?" He asked, glancing down at her briefly. This might not be so bad after all, getting some inside scoop about Aussie and what she has to say about him.

"Yeah! Hedy said you were cold and hot headed, but Aussie said she knew you better. She said you could be intimidating but you were a teddy bear, and that you were funny too. She likes you," Rosa babbled with little prompting much to Gally's delight.

She seemed too young to realize it was odd to be talking about Hedy so easily for one, and to reveal all this to him so openly, but he wasn't about to tell her that. He just hoped she would keep talking.

"She likes me?" He asked almost happily.

"Yeah! That's what she said," Rosa smiled at him. "Hedy had been saying all this weird stuff I didn't understand about things just being physical and what it'd be like to kiss you-"

Gally wished she would stop talking immediately. His eyes darted around hoping to spot Georgia and have an excuse to get away.

"And Aussie- well first she dropped a plate on her foot. But I asked her if she liked you and she said yes, and then I asked her if she liked you enough to do what Hedy was talking about-"

Screw finding Georgia, he had to hear how this ended.

"She got kind of flustered, and said she wasn't sure. She told me two people should be very very good friends before they do stuff like that. I think she's right," Rosa said, missing how Gally's shoulders slumped.

"Oh," he said disappointedly.

He really thought that Aussie was onboard during all their little almost moments, heck she even initiated one herself.

He shook himself from these thoughts as he realized he should set a better example for such an impressionable young girl. "Well, she is right. Don't let a boy kiss you until you know him really well. It's better that way."

"You and Aussie are good friends though, does that mean you kissed?" She asked him making his cheeks go pink.

"Well, we are good friends, at least I think so," he said as he shifted his weight to one foot. "But uh, no, we haven't."

"Oh, you don't want to?"

"Oh no, I do-" the words popped out before he knew what he was saying, his eyes going wide with regret. The young girl's big mouth was apparently infectious. "Please don't tell her I said that," he begged her.

She giggled. "I promise."

That didn't mean much to him and he was suddenly mortally nervous.

"How do you know you like her more than all the other girls here?" She asked him, distracting him from the terror seeping into his bones about her blabbing his desire to kiss Aussie to anyone, especially Aussie herself. "Do you think she's the prettiest?"

Oh good god, what was he supposed to say to this? He felt like he'd make the worst parent in the world.

"Well, it's... complicated," he said carefully. "But at the same time it's kinda simple."

"That makes no sense."

Gally laughed at her directness.

"You're right. Um, geez, how do I explain it," he stopped and rubbed the back of his neck. "People have... qualities, right? So, for example, what are some things about Aussie that you like?"

"I like the way she talks to me," Rosa smiled sweetly. "She never makes me feel dumb. Not everyone talks to me like she does. But she also listens to what I have to say too. She's explained this place to every girl here, you know? But she never gets upset about having to do it over and over, answer the same questions that every new girl has. She's nice to all of them."

That warmed his heart a little bit.

"So, you like that she's patient and kind. Those are qualities you like," Gally started his attempt at an explanation, hoping it would make sense to her. "Everyone has different good qualities, and some have more than others, or less. And you may like more things about one person than another."

"Like how I like more things about Aussie than I did about Hedy?"

"Exactly!" He exclaimed in relief. "So when you find a guy and you like more things about him than anyone else, and you get this feeling in your gut and in your heart that you'd do anything to help them, and you want to be around them all the time, then that's how you know you love them." He never felt weirder in his short memorable life. He'd run into the maze before having another conversation like this again.

Rosa was smiling like she really understood him though.

"You're not going to tell any of this to Aussie, are you? I'd really appreciate it if it stayed between us," he repeated.

"I promised! I always keep my promises," she laughed.

"Alright, well... let's hurry up and find Georgia," he said as he got moving again.

They spotted her working in the gardens and Gally practically sprinted to her, his savior from any more awkward conversation.

"Georgia!" He almost cheered as he came up behind her.

"Válgame dios!" Georgia exclaimed as she jumped and clamped a hand over her heart.

Gally froze, not sure how to react to scaring someone into another language. Even Georgia looked surprised as she tried to catch her breath.

"Uh, sorry," he started as he knelt by her. "Aussie sent me to find you and show you this."

He handed her the paper with the rabbit drawn on it.

"The newbie had it with her," he explained.

Georgia's eyes widened as she brought the paper very close to her face, making Gally wonder if her vision was bad.

"Fantastic!" She finally yelled, throwing her arms up in the air. "You know what this means?"

"Shhh! Keep your voice down!" Gally shushed her. "They're talking to her in the house."

Georgia was smiling like a maniac. "This means she's the white rabbit!" She exclaimed quietly as she squeezed his arms, her eyes bright and actually happy? Is that what happy looked like on Georgia? "She's gonna solve the maze!"

Gally furrowed his brows and pried her dirty paws off his biceps.

"What now?" He asked and received a much more in character eye roll from her.

"White Rabbit! Follow the white rabbit when it arrives. I bet you every inch of this shuckin' place she's gonna want to be a runner and she's gonna get us out of here," Georgia explained.

"She just got here, how is she supposed to solve what no ones been able to in 3 years?" Gally asked doubtfully.

"Things are about to change," Georgia repeated the words from the note with a broad smile.

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#gally #tmr #mazerunner #fanfic #fanfiction #garden of heathen #will poulter protection squad

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ownerofmottsapplesauce · 2 years

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TEXT | PUCKMOTTA

Sugar: Think I'm in love

Mack: Excuse me?

Sugar: ME = HEART EYES

Mack: Since WHEN?!

Sugar: like, last night

Sugar: more like this morning

Mack: Talk about whiplash

Sugar: HE KISSED ME IN THE LOBBY

Mack: bruh, who the fuck

Sugar: RO

Sugar: WAN

Mack: the dude who was complaining about sex sounds?

Sugar: Don't think he was complaining last night 😉

Mack: Uh, good for y'all?

Sugar: THANKS

Mack: But also how does sex + a kiss = love?

Sugar: ??? how does it not

Mack: I do more than that with people and it means absolutely nothing.

Sugar: Yeah but you're like a no feelings monster

Sugar: I'm not

Sugar: I'm just a monster.

Mack: But also most people will kiss somebody and fuck them and it won't mean anything?

Sugar: they're weird too?

Mack: Definitely think you're the weird one here.

Sugar: wow

Sugar: uninvited from the wedding

Mack: I'd rather not witness a disaster so that's probably for the best

Sugar: wow

Mack: Like what do you even know about this guy?

Sugar: I know his dick is fine

Sugar: He has shit taste for decorating but I can change that

Mack: So... nothing?

Sugar: i just said two things

Mack: Information I can gather without even knowing someone's name, age, or pronouns.

Sugar: He isn't 50

Mack: You sure?

Sugar:....no

Mack: So you know nothing of substance

Sugar: who needs that

Sugar: I don't care

Mack: From what I know of relationships, MOST PEOPLE

Sugar: I'm not MOST PEOPLE

Sugar: EYEROLL EMOJI

Mack: And for once that's a bad thing

Sugar: he has a snake

Sugar: maybe im marrying him for it

Sugar: who cares?

Mack: Bruh.

Sugar: Why isn't there snake squish?

Mack: Uh idk

Sugar: there is i guess but they aren

Sugar: they aren't good

Mack: hard to make it obvious the blob of Squish is actually a snake

Sugar: theres like engineers for this shit

Sugar: figure it out

Sugar: squish engineer

Sugar: Can I go to college for that?

Mack: Uh I don't think there's a degree for toy design but I could be wrong

Sugar: I bet there would be so many people in the sex toy design class if they had one

Mack: See, how to improvise a dildo is just a thing most of us learn and then anyone with a 3D Printer can make some fun ones easy. Imagine then you make a mold so you can make it out of a body safe material.

Sugar: How do you just LEARN? that

Mack: Improvising a dildo or the 3D printing and then making them thing?

Mack: Cos that was 100% a drug fueled rabbit hole me and Aussie went down once

Sugar: both?

Sugar: aussie is actually who I'm going to marry

Sugar: I mean we are married

Sugar: So I'll be married to two people then

Mack: I mean the improvising thing is "broke bitch needing help getting off" 101.

Mack: The 3D printing thing was me and Aussie wondering what we could print with their 3D Printer and uh... yeah.

Mack: Do they know that? How high were they when it happened?

Mack: Also you're totally not getting Mighty in the divorce

Sugar: So like what have you used?

Sugar: you can just print a dick?

Sugar: No

Sugar: i wouldn't take mighty from them

Mack: Many things.

Mack: If you have the right supplies, yes, yes you can just print a dick. But it's not necessarily safe to stick inside you, which is the whole then making a mold and making one out of a body safe material.

Mack: So if you didn't marry them for the dog, why?

Sugar: Wait what

Sugar: So whats the point of printing it in the first place

Sugar: I like them

Mack: So you have something to make the mold with.

Mack: Uh huh

Sugar: can ya'll show me?

Mack: You'd have to ask them

Sugar: but if they say yes or if they say no will you show me

Mack: Like, I can't really show you if they say no.

Sugar: you cant just get a 3d printer?

Sugar: Can I?

Sugar: like rich people products

Sugar: is this one

Mack: I just don't have a want for one.

Sugar: But anyone could buy one?

Sugar: Or do you have to be asomebody?

Mack: Oh, yeah, any body can buy one

Sugar: cool

Sugar: didn't know

Mack: Fair enough

Sugar: bro are you with them or something?

Sugar: regardless wtf did you need a dragon dick for?

Mack: Mmhmm

Mack: ...

Mack: Just to say I had one?

Sugar: cool

Sugar: you'll have to point it out next time i'm over

Mack: Yeah, of course

Mack: Who needs baddragon when you can make your own?

Sugar: we love a thrifty queen

Sugar: no

Sugar: Royal

Sugar: A thrifty royal

Mack: eyebrow waggle

Sugar: YEAH

#text #tmack

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fruitcoops · 3 years

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hi eve ! i was wondering if you could write a fic where coops are at home just doing stuff and suddenly the electricity goes out because of a thunderstorm like it did that night at dumo's ? and coops just sit there and reminisce ? (man i hope that is how you spell that word, english isn't my first language hahah) idk i just thought that would be neat

There isn’t a lot of sitting and reminiscing, but this prompt was just too cute to pass up. Coops credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for making out (courtesy of an anon who was enjoying the hot tub fic) and mentioned future spice

Remus’ hand was halfway to the popcorn bowl when the house went dark. The tv shut off, the dishwasher went silent, and the comforting hum of the fridge disappeared. “Uh. Hmm.”

There was a rustle next to him. “Did the power just go out?”

“I think so. Hang on a second.” Remus stood and padded toward the living room window, wrapping his arms around himself to stave off the chill as their heating cut off; the coming winter would be harsh. Outside, he saw nothing but a row of dark houses and car headlights in the distance under the place traffic lights should have been. Frost crept along the corner of the windowsill as his eyes adjusted. “Yeah, our whole block is out. There’s probably nothing we can do except wait for it to come back.”

Sirius hummed from the couch and opened his arms. “Nothing?”

“Not a thing,” Remus sighed, grateful for the darkness hiding his smile as he settled back down.

Sirius laughed and pulled him down by the arm, spreading his thighs so Remus could lay between them on his chest. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Do you?” Remus asked, only inches from his mouth.

“Mhmm. Can’t have you getting bored, can we?”

“Oh, no, definitely n—“ Remus’ words were cut off by warm lips and he smiled as Sirius’ tongue swept forward. A hand snuck up his shirt and he nibbled Sirius’ lower lip, drawing a low laugh from him; Remus set his elbows on either side of his head and wove his fingers into Sirius’ soft hair.

“Off,” Sirius mumbled with a tug to his tshirt.

“Pushy, pushy, pushy,” Remus tsked, though he separated for long enough to reach behind his neck and pull it over his head. The fabric of Sirius’ long-sleeve rubbed against his chest as he laid down and muffled a moan into his mouth, feeling him melt as Remus tugged his hair lightly. “Yours, too.”

Sirius’ pout was almost audible. “I’ll get cold.”

“I can keep you warm,” Remus said with a sly smile, drumming his fingers on Sirius’ ribcage. He skimmed a thumb over his nipple and laughed when Sirius’ breath caught. “Please?”

Sirius huffed and wiggled around until Remus—being the most accommodating boyfriend in history, thank you very much—sat back to straddle his waist and occupied himself by tracing Sirius’ abs until strong hands hauled him back down into a fervent kiss. “I love it when you ask me for things.”

“Hmm, really?”

“Makes me feel useful.” One hand came up to cradle Remus’ cheek, but the other wandered down his spine and only stopped once Sirius had a solid handful of his ass to knead.

Remus let out a harsh exhale into the side of his neck and pulled Sirius’ thigh up, relishing in his soft noise as he began rubbing the outside through his sweatpants. “This feels familiar,” he practically purred.

“Does it?”

“Making out in the middle of a dark and stormy night with no lights on? Now, where have we done that before?”

He felt Sirius’ pulse give a hard thud under his own. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“One year.” Remus felt some of his blinding want smooth out into affection and kissed the corner of Sirius’ mouth. “And a couple weeks, of course.”

“We should celebrate—“ Sirius nipped his lip and pushed down on the small of Remus’ back. “—more often.”

“Monthly anniversaries.”

“Does this mean we get to have sex tomorrow night after I get a hat trick?”

“It’s Kasey’s birthday party tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Absolutely.”

“Fuck yeah,” Sirius said under his breath, though Remus could feel him smiling. They broke their kiss for a moment to laugh, but quickly returned, much slower than before.

“If we do this right, I get to wake up when you come back to bed and kiss you stupid without any warning.”

“Deal.”

“And you have to cuddle me all night.”

“I was going to do that anyway.”

“Just making sure.”

Remus tucked his face beneath the hinge of Sirius’ jaw and breathed deep as he sucked a small hickey into the shallow dip—he smelled like buttery popcorn and laundry detergent and home. His broad hands ghosted across Remus’ back before pulling him away by his hair to press another kiss to his mouth; he gasped as his stomach swooped. “What do you want to do?”

“This,” Remus managed between kisses. There was an urgency, but not for anything he could name. He wanted the closeness and the quiet of the night.

Sirius waited for a moment. “Anything else?”

He was tempted to say yes, but that would involve more fumbling and possibly even—god forbid—leaving the couch. Remus shook his head and tilted Sirius’ chin up with his finger. “Just this.”

“Okay,” Sirius said, sinking back into the cushions. He smiled into Remus’ next kiss and wrapped both arms around his back; he was hard against Remus’ hip, but didn’t grind into his thigh at all.

“I love you,” Remus mumbled.

“Je t’aime aussi.”

“Are you comfy?”

“Hmm, let me think.” Sirius’ mouth trailed down his cheek and neck before settling near his collarbones. “Laying on my couch, in the dark, with my incredibly sexy boyfriend on top of me just waiting to be kissed after putting up with me for over a year…yeah, I’m pretty comfy.”

“I don’t put up with you,” Remus scoffed, leaning his head to the side so Sirius had more space to work. “I love you. There’s a difference.”

He closed his eyes as tongue and teeth lavished his pulse point, sending a shock all the way to his toes. The winter cold was the last thing on his mind—he was warm everywhere, though the involuntary shiver when Sirius blew gently on the hickey he left was a greatly-appreciated exception.

“You’re sure you’re okay with not doing anything right now?”

“I was promised sexy times tomorrow.” Sirius gave his ass a playful squeeze, accompanied by a nibble to the hollow of his throat. “We have to follow tradition, mon coeur.”

He bent down to Sirius’ ear with a grin. “If the power stays out, we could do it right here. No curtains, no lights on, right in front of that big window.”

“Mon dieu,” Sirius said on the tail end of an exhale.

“We could.”

“I know, that’s the problem.”

“I don’t see a problem with that.” Despite his words, Remus felt himself succumbing to the cocoon of shadows around them and slid his hands under Sirius’ wingbones for a cuddle. He had already been drowsy when the lights went out, and being that close to the most comforting person he knew certainly hadn’t helped, no matter how horny they were. “We can pick this up tomorrow night? Gives us plenty of time to brainstorm.”

Sirius’ chest buzzed underneath him before he nosed along Remus’ cheek for a kiss. “Sounds perfect.”

“I can call the electric company and tell them to keep our block’s lights out,” Remus suggested.

“Love it.”

“We should go upstairs, shouldn’t we?”

“I don’t care, as long as I get to do this when we get there.” Sirius’ accent had thickened over the past half hour and Remus soaked it in like a sponge.

“Such a stickler about tradition,” he teased, resting his head on Sirius’ shoulder; the couch wasn’t quite wide enough for them to fit side-by-side. Not that he was protesting, of course.

A beat of silence passed between them. “If we go upstairs, we can make out properly without falling off the couch.”

“Oh, thank god,” Remus said immediately, stumbling to his feet and dragging Sirius after him. With any luck, the power would be out long enough that they wouldn’t be able to go anywhere for days.

#remus lupin #sirius black #coops #sweater weather #vaincre #lumosinlove #my fic #fanfic #making out #rated m #power outage

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lu-undy · 3 years

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New Sniper/Spy work!

This time I’m going back to the “fluffy request” format. You may send a few lines for an idea, or a bit of dialogue between Sniper and Spy and I will turn it into a short story.

Here is the first one: "Sniper catches Spy reading a book, the title of which is "Solitude, But Two". More curiously, the Frenchman stares and blushes..."

As always, I recommend reading it from AO3, following the underlined link, the formatting is better there. :)

The team's effort had earned them victory upon victory that day, and as it was the end of the week, the mercenaries all gathered in the common room. Some were playing cards, some were watching the television, while others were chatting with a beer in their hands.

On one of the chairs lay Sniper, his hat on his face and his hands crossed on his stomach, making sure the bottle of beer there wouldn't slide down and fall. His absurdly long legs were flowing straight in front of him, with his feet almost touching the sofa facing him. The noise of Demoman's hearty laughter woke him up from his nap and the Aussie winced as he removed the hat from his face.

Flash, too bright. He grumbled and blinked repeatedly for his eyes to adjust to the light. When his brow relaxed, his eyes fell on his colleague on the sofa opposite him. His varnished, black Italian shoe was tracing slow circles in the air. Sniper followed the pinstripe pattern of his trousers up to the Frenchman's lap. The man in the mask was sitting with one leg on top of the other, reading a book.

As Sniper's eyes rose lazily from the book, he realised that Spy's cheeks were pink, and his eyes were on the Aussie himself. The second their eyes met, Spy's eyes flashed back to the book and he frowned harder.

Sniper's eyebrows jumped in surprised. He saw his colleague exhale the smoke of his cigarette through his nostrils. Ha, what kind of emotion was the snake trying to convey, huh?

"Hey, Snipes has woken up, guys. Yo, wanna join up? We're gonna play darts."

"If ye wanna lose again…" The Aussie answered as he adjusted his posture on the seat. "How high's the bet? Wouldn't wanna rob you of your pocket money."

"Right, fine, go back to your nap… Jeez…" Scout turned his back and joined his group of colleagues to play darts.

Sniper's head turned back to Spy and to his greatest surprise, he found the Frenchman staring at him, with pink cheeks at that!

"What?" Sniper asked. "Got somethin' on my face?"

Spy's eyes darted back to his book and his brow furrowed.

"Non. My apologies."

Sniper frowned for a second, but didn't think much of it. He looked at his bottle and realised it was empty. So he stood up to go and grab another one. As he came back, he tried to read the title of the book. He winced as he managed to catch only the first two words.

Solitude, but…

There was another word but it was hidden by Spy's gloved fingers. Bah…

Sniper resumed his seat and lazily enjoyed his beer, while listening to the conversations here and there, his ears jumping from one voice to the other. He stretched his arms and legs. "Oh, sorry." He had kicked Spy's foot. The Frenchman buried his head deeper in the book.

Sniper ignored it and lay back on the chair. When his eyes went around all of his colleagues, they came back to see what was in front of him and again fell on the Frenchman. To say he was absorbed by his reading was the understatement of the century. The Aussie knew that Spy enjoyed reading. It wasn't the first time that his participation in the Friday evening activities consisted solely in sitting on the sofa or the armchair and reading, surrounded by the ambient chatter of his colleagues. And if he wasn’t mistaken, it looked like it had been the same book for the past few weeks at least.

Sniper’s eyebrows jumped in surprise when he realised that Spy had raised his eyes to him. Their gazes hang up in the air for a moment, Sniper’s cheeks turned pink while Spy’s already were.

Their eyes snapped away from each other and Spy cleared his throat. The end of his cigarette lit up in bright orange before the smoke exited his nostrils in a long laminar sigh.

Often, Sniper didn't even know when Spy would leave. One moment he was there and the next, he was gone. He probably left because of the noise getting to him, or something being a tiny inconvenience for a normal person, but a huge annoyance for the aristocratically mannered Frenchman.

Sniper's eyes stayed on Spy for a while. He wondered what he looked like under the mask, like everyone else. All he knew was that he had light blue, almost grey eyes, with black and long eyelashes. His nose was slightly hooked and his lips very thin. They always held a cigarette, to the point where Sniper wondered if his colleague slept or showered with them too…

Spy's eyes were scanning the printing lines at a constant rate, and sometimes, his eyes would stop, he would squint and come back a few lines ago to read a paragraph again. Sniper noticed with amusement that whatever Spy was feeling, it would leak through the subtle movement of his eyebrows. Lightly frowning or relaxing them was more than Sniper usually saw him show.

Curious and mysterious man he was that Spy. But a good teammate and undoubtedly redoubtable in his trade. An assassin as loud as a shadow, but his seconds would be counted upon being found out, a bit like Sniper himself. And similarly to him too, he wasn't one to be very talkative. He would say what was required of him to say, and not more. Small talk wasn't something the Aussie was well versed in but no doubt Spy was different. With the successes he was said to have with women, surely he was very good at it but just chose not to partake in it with his colleagues.

He respected them as far as work was concerned, but beyond that, Sniper didn't think that Spy would call his colleagues "friends". Ah, actually, did he even know what a friend was? Had he ever sat in a pub and enjoyed a few beers with friends?

Spy’s mind wasn’t in the common room at all. He was in the setting described by that story. Australia, the bushy and red desert. Wide and wild empty spaces, where the only noises would be those of the exotic birds. Ah, the descriptions really made his mind travel. He had never been to Australia, despite being fairly well travelled. His work had never taken him that far from home. Ha, home… If anyone asked him, he would answer that France was his home country, but it wasn’t his home per se. He didn’t feel more at home in France or right there, in the base. Such was the problem with travelling that much, nowhere is really home anymore.

Spy’s train of thought was interrupted when a bottle of beer appeared between him and the book.

“Here.”

Spy realised that Sniper was standing behind the sofa and handing him the bottle over his shoulder.

“Merci.” He accepted the beer and took it in his hand.

[Thank you.]

Sniper smiled.

"What’cha readin'?"

"Not over my shoulder." Spy shut the book.

"C'mon, you've been stopping every other minute and looking up to me. Just wanna know why, is all."

"I was not looking at you. I was just taking a break in my reading to process what I just read. Not everything has to do with you, Sniper."

"You've had that there novel in your coat for weeks, and you never let it leave your side; must be a damn good one, Spook."

"I enjoy some kind of literature. It takes my mind off of the fact that I live with lunatics."

"Well, I certainly understand the feeling." Sniper pointedly glared at Scout, who was in the process of unwedging his baseball from the rafters. "Mind sharing that little corner of sanity with me?"

"Non." Spy turned to Sniper. "Now, do you mind? I was in the middle of a chapter."

Sniper resumed his seat further away. He put his hat over his eyes and pretended to sleep. He let his breathing stabilise and knew Spy was watching him to make sure that he was asleep and no longer a disturbance for his reading. But Sniper also knew he was certainly more patient than the Frenchman.

Spy resumed his reading, raising his eyes from time to time in another direction. When he was convinced that Sniper was asleep, he raised his eyes and stared.

He stared…

Sniper could fall asleep anywhere at anytime in any situation, a great quality for a spy, when sometimes situations called for gathering strength in the least comfortable positions.

Sniper suddenly moved the hat away and stared back and Spy got startled, almost jumping on his seat.

"Gotcha starin' again, Spook...."

Spy frowned and left the room to go to his private one. He was obviously furious and fuming but Sniper noticed the blush on his cheeks, the embarrassment. God knew that man hated being embarrassed more than anything else.

Sniper decided to wait for a few minutes before he followed and knocked on his door.

"Who is this?"

"It's me."

"Non merci, see you tomorrow on the battlefield."

[No thanks]

"Spook..." Sniper insisted still behind the door.

"Would you understand it better in French?" Spy asked, irritated.

"C'mon, Spook, just a minute.... Or maybe you'd prefer me to say everythin' I want out in the open, in the corridor...?"

Spy rolled his eyes and shut the book. He pushed himself to stand up and stood off of his armchair to open the door.

"Come in and make it quick."

"Right, right... Can I sit down or do I have to pay extra?"

Spy gestured to the sofa, next to his armchair.

"What is it you seek?"

"You were starin'. Just wanna know why. I checked my face, I don't have anythin' on it, so what is it?"

Spy frowned and put a hand on the bridge of his nose.

"Is that about that book you've been reading?"

The Frenchman looked away, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Seems to take you places, that book. What is it about...?"

Spy reached for it on the coffee table but Sniper had the same idea. Both withdrew their hands.

"Hey... I just wanna understand cause uh... those looks you give me when you stare at me. Even Engie noticed the blush on yer face."

Spy put a hand on his face.

"Oh, merde...." Spy sighed.

[Oh, shit...]

"I just wanna understand, is all. If it was a magazine, I'd thought it was one of those that Scout's gettin' delivered, eh...."

"Bushman!"

"I know, I know, not your style. So I'm just wonderin'. What the hell gets your cheeks red?"

"I hardly blush. And you cannot see it with the mask."

"Maybe, but I can still see it up there...."

Sniper raised his finger closer to Spy's face, on his upper cheeks. Spy’s eyes followed the finger until they got too close to his personal space and slapped the hand away.

"What do you think you are doing?!"

Sniper took advantage of the Frenchman being destabilised for a fraction of a second to snatch the book away and run out of Spy’s quarters.

"BUSHMAN!"

Spy ran after him, racing the man with taller legs than him, until the Aussie locked himself up in the back of his van.

"BUSHMAN, GIVE ME BACK MY BOOK!"

"Hold on! Need to read the back page, what's this about....?"

Spy banged the door repeatedly with a furious fist.

"BUSHMAN!"

Sniper read, loud enough for Spy to hear from the other side of the thin door.

"After a decade out of his job, the retired Frenchman is called again by no less than the Minister of Defense himself. There is a case to solve, that only the ex-spy can deal with. So he puts on his suit and tie again and flies to Australia where his target is.

He does a good job on his own, until a certain wild kangaroo barges into his mission, and his life."

Spy had stopped knocking on the door and gulped down his constricted throat, sweat breaking on his brow.

"Sounds like something you could be in, eh?"

"Bushman, give me my book NOW!"

"Or what? You gonna disguise yourself as a sheet of paper and slide under the door?"

Sniper couldn’t really hear or understand what the Frenchman mumbled under his breath, and just chuckled at how ridiculously Spy had reacted, chasing him down the base and outside, all the way to his van. But now that he had the book, let’s just open that thing and read bits…

“Oh… Oh hold on…” Sniper frowned, his smile vanishing more as he read line after line.

From the other side of the thin door, Spy got his cigarette case out, opened it to retrieve the pins he concealed there, and started to pick the lock.

"Oh bugger... I get it.... I.... Wow.... That's why you were starin' at me and blushin' like a sheila...? Wait, hold on, if you're looking at me like that and all, does that mean you-Woof?!"

The lock yielded and Spy barged in the room full force, tackling Sniper to the floor.

"Give me back my book!" Spy roared.

"Hold on…" Sniper looked at Spy with wide astounded eyes.

The man in the suit took the opportunity of Sniper being distracted to snatch the book back and stand up. He dusted off his suit.

"Spook...?"

"Good night." Spy turned and headed away.

"Hold on!" Sniper jumped to his feet and held him back from his shoulder.

"What now?! Can't I be left in peace?!" Spy was infuriated.

"Hey…"

Sniper’s voice was much softer than Spy’s raging one. Their eyes met.

"How far were you in the book?"

"What?" Spy squinted.

"How far were you in? Beginnin'? Middle?"

“Why do you care?”

“Just answer! Closer to the beginnin’ or the end?”

Spy sighed and his shoulders sank.

"Closer to the beginning than the end, why?"

"Wanna... Read it together?" Sniper gestured to inside his van. "I don't have a couch or anythin', but there's a bench, or the bed if it's too uncomfy for you…"

"Wh-...?" Spy was at a loss.

"I only read bits. Don't leave me hangin', eh?" Sniper smiled. The Frenchman stared in disbelief. "C'mon, I wanna know what happens to the French Spook in Australia."

"If you ever speak of this…" Spy raised a threatening finger to his colleague.

“I know, I know, tiny knife between my shoulder blades, yada yada yada.... Now come in and let's shut the door before someone sees us."

“I would do so much more than just backstab you, believe me.” Spy threatened but nonetheless entered the van fully.

Sniper stared in astonishment as Spy removed his jacket and loosened the tie on his neck before removing his shoes and climbing the ladder to the bed.

"Oh alright…"

"Do you have any water in this ridiculous dwelling of yours?"

"Yeah, I'll get you a glass. I'd tell you to get comfy but you already did...."

"Come on, I don't have all day...."

"A minute! Jesus, you're supposed to be patient and all, aren't you?"

Sniper climbed up and joined Spy on the bed before switching on his night lamp. The light was yellow and not too bright.

"How can you take so much space with yer skinny arse?"

"I am not! You are the one pushing me! Also, I could do without any remarks on my behind, thank you very much Bushman!"

"I’m not pushin’ you... Anyway, here, yer bloody water, now... You can pick up where you left off, don't need to start at the beginnin', eh."

"Merci. I was not going to anyway. Now...."

"And I read slow, so don't go and turn the pages too fast, yeah?"

"May I start already?" Spy rolled his eyes up, part of him still wildly surprised.

"Yeah, yeah, alright, go ahead…"

Spy took a sip of water and started reading out loud.

"Hold on, what are you doin'?!"

"I am reading, wasn’t that what you wanted now, Bushman?"

"Out loud? I know how to read, eh!"

"A pleasant surprise.” Spy answered. “Now, you wanted the story, yes or no?"

"Yeah?"

"So keep quiet."

Spy took a deep breath and resumed the reading. Time passed, pages were turned, Spy only stopped to drink a bit of water from time to time. Sniper enjoyed himself. Spy knew how to read well. His tone, his voice and the way he played the characters in the dialogues were very pleasant to the Aussie’s ear.

Sniper leaned his head on Spy's shoulder, following the text on the page with his eyes. Spy was taken aback for a split second, but carried on, choosing to ignore it rather than making it more awkward. After all, he was in Sniper’s bed reading him a story...

Holy dooley…

Sniper wasn’t expecting that. Spy was now reading a moment of… romance between the French spy and the Aussie in the story. The Frenchman kept his composure, force of professional habit, but Sniper started to get uncomfortable, a bit like when he was watching the TV with his parents and a hot scene came on. What made it all so much real was Spy’s voice acting of the characters. For the French spook, he wasn’t changing his voice at all but for the Aussie hunter, he sounded strikingly like the enemy Sniper. And the flirting written in the story, the banter, it all sounded so real.

"Bushman?"

"Hm?"

"Why are you shaking?"

"I-I'm not. Keep goin'."

"Sniper…"

Spy looked down on his shoulder. Sniper avoided eye contact, his eyes remained glued to the book as if his life depended on it.

"You lie very poorly."

"Well... good thing I'm not paid for it then I guess...."

"Indeed. Now, what is the problem?"

"Nothin'. C'mon, continue, or I'll read it...!"

"You are trembling, you can barely speak and you try to make me believe that you will read this out loud? Go ahead then, humour me."

A smirk crept across Spy's thin lips.

"Uh... Right... Where were we... Uh... I-I can't find the line anymore!"

"I have my finger on it, Sniper.”

"Yeah, well…"

"Now, what is it? Have you never read un roman à l'eau de rose before?"

"A what now?"

"Literally, a 'novel with rose water', it is an expression we use to describe a romance novel. Have you never read one of those before?"

"N-not really.... They're books for sheilas…"

"Do I look like one?" Spy asked.

"No…"

"Then, it is not."

"It's not what?"

"'A book for sheilas'. Now, shall we resume?"

"Spook...?"

"What?"

"I'm just... It's an Aussie hunter and a French Spy in the story, right?"

"Oui."

"Is that why... I mean..."

"You are trembling for the same reason that I was blushing." Spy answered. “Now, may I?”

"'s bloody ridiculous, I'm sorry."

"It is fine." Spy leaned his head on top of Sniper's.

"Shall we resume now?"

"Uh, hold on... Ahem... I-I'm sorry.... I-it's worse now...."

"Mon Dieu.... Wait, can you hold the book for an instant?"

"I-I can try...."

Sniper held the book open with shaking hands and watched as Spy removed one glove, then the next.

"I can hold it now, merci."

The Aussie gave him back the book, Spy held it with one hand, as he slithered the other to Sniper's.

"Now, where were we? Ah," Spy cleared his throat and resumed reading as if he wasn’t holding Sniper’s hand. The Aussie's heart backflipped in his chest the moment Spy's slender fingers reached his.

"Can you turn the page, please?"

"Uh, sure… Spook?"

"What now?" Spy sighed.

"Thanks, eh."

"Hm."

Spy’s fingers slid between Sniper’s and he felt the trembling fingers struggle but reciprocate. The Aussie shifted on the bed slightly to adjust his head against Spy's shoulder. Spy lifted his head, and then leaned it again once Sniper was comfortable again.

"Shall we resume now?"

"Yeah, I think I'm uh... I'm better."

Spy started reading again.

"Spook?"

Another, longer sigh.

"What is it, now?"

"Will ya… remove your mask too?"

"Non."

"Oh, okay…"

"It is too cold in your van."

"Hold on…"

Sniper hopped out of bed, turning on the heater.

"Are you serious?" Spy asked.

"It's just to see if you look like the bloke from the book, is all."

Mundy quickly covered them both with the blanket.

"Alright, carry on, sorry…"

"Now it is too hot." Spy complained, thinking that Sniper would snap at him and ask him to leave.

"Will you remove your mask, then?"

Spy’s eyebrows jumped. He didn’t expect that.

"Non."

"Oh... So you just said that like that....? Alright...."

Spy resumed his reading but his mind wasn’t on the story. His whole attention was on the hand he was holding, on the fingers that now slithered back between his. He stopped reading sharp. Sniper waited, expecting Spy to take a sip of water but the Frenchman didn’t move.

“What?” Sniper asked. “You didn’t finish the page so I’m not gonna turn it.”

"Would you like to remove it for me?"

“Remove the page?” Sniper was confused.

“Non, my mask.”

The Aussie's eyes snapped wide, his jaw lowering as if it had a mind of its own.

"Wait…" He looked up at Spy. "You serious?"

“Am I ever in the habit of joking?”

“I don’t know, you’re so hard to follow.”

"Do you want to see if I look like Lucien from the book or not?"

"Yeah! I mean…” Sniper calmed down. “If that's ok with you...?"

"Then, go ahead." Spy closed the book and turned to face Sniper, who sat up and turned to the Frenchman.

“You sure?”

“The more you ask and wait, the higher the probability of me changing my mind.” Spy answered seemingly annoyed.

“Right, right…” Sniper raised his hands up and his fingers approached the Frenchman’s neck. He pinched the fabric and looked up at Spy’s face. The man was staring at him with his arctic blue eyes that seemed even more light under the yellow night lamp. Sniper took a deep breath and rolled the fabric up before gently pulling it up.

"Jesus Christ..." Sniper took an instant to discover all the features unknown until then.

Spy carded his hair back with a nonchalant hand.

"So, does the description fit me?" He smirked, amused by Sniper’s astonishment.

"Ah... I mean... Uh... I... Uhm... Hold on...."

"Come on, just be honest. That should be easy for you, you lie terribly."

"You're gorgeous." The sentence escaped Sniper’s lips and his control. It was one thread of air that slid out of him. Spy’s eyebrows jumped, not that he wasn’t used to hearing it, but as the years passed, he heard it less and less. Besides, it wasn’t anyone who was saying it, but the Aussie hunter.

"Well, thank you. You don't look all that bad yourself. Now, shall we resume?"

"Y-yeah…"

Sniper sat back next to Spy and looked back up at him.

"Sniper…"

"Hm?"

"You do realise that you are staring at my face?"

"Oh, bugger, sorry...." Sniper’s eyes moved away to fall on the book again, but he didn’t see the pages, the ink on the paper, the bed, the van. All that his brain projected on his eyes was Spy’s naked face...

"Sniper?"

"Yeah?"

"I never asked you to stop."

Sniper’s head swooshed to Spy’s with wide open eyes. The Frenchman smiled, sweetly.

“I uh… What are you doin’? You playin’ with my nerves or somethin’?”

“You were the one to invite me in your bed.” Spy smirked as he knew very well that his comment would make Sniper blush and it didn’t miss. The Aussie exhaled long and hard, before wiping his sweaty hands on his trousers. “Come on, will you play the shy card now?”

“What’re you playin’ at?”

“Your invitation and the fact that I am still here speaks at length for what you think about me. But it is curious that you worked up the courage to ask me to remove my mask, but not to just phrase what you feel.”

“Get out of my head, Spook.”

“My apologies.” Spy chuckled.

“Although I s’ppose if you are in my head, you don’t need me to tell you anythin’. You’ve read it already.”

“I am afraid so.”

“You’re afraid so?” Sniper repeated.

“Oui, I started reading and could not really stop.” Spy answered. “More seriously, you have not kicked me out yet, so I suppose you don’t find my company to be too much of a burden.”

“Yeah, I guess this tells me that you're ok with me too.” Sniper raised his hand, which fingers were still intertwined with Spy’s.

“You guess correctly.”

Their eyes met again and both smiled.

“What do you think of the story so far?” Spy asked.

“It’s nice. Although I don’t think I’m that shy with you.”

“Indeed. But you should read the rest, you become braver.”

“I thought you hadn’t read more of it?”

“Oh, please. I have read it again and again.”

“You liar.”

“When I need to, oui.”

“So you’ve been readin’ this book on loop, eh?”

“Oui, it was a curious find. There is this bookshop I like in town and I was having a look around when the shopkeeper recommended it to me. I read the summary at the back and it caught my attention. Since then, the book hasn’t left my side. And I am delighted to have shared a part that I enjoy with you. But this book, it is the only company I have besides that of that awfully clingy mistress.”

Sniper raised a curious eyebrow.

“You have a sheila?” He removed his hand from Spy’s and the Frenchman chuckled, oddly enough.

“I think you and I share her.”

“What?! No! I don’t have any sheila! I’m-I’m with no one!”

“Sniper?”

“What?”

“Do you want to drive her away with me?” Spy asked, looking deep in the lagoon blue irises of the Aussie.

“Oi, not gonna stand between you and your sheila!”

“Sniper, I am not talking about a woman. I mean the Solitude that fills my days as much as it does yours.” Spy finally explained and Sniper saw his light irises half hide behind a delicate curtain of long, black eyelashes.

“I… Uh… Spy…”

The Frenchman smiled. It was egotistical and narcissistic of him, but he loved seeing it, seeing the moment the person he had in his mind fall for him, and with Sniper, it was just then and there. Spy slid his fingers through Sniper’s again and leaned his head on his shoulder.

“Please?” Spy asked in a whisper, a thin thread of air that punched Sniper’s guts out of his body. That voice, that damned voice, that accent… “Spend some time with me.”

“Gosh…” Sniper felt the soft waves of air against his neck and his heartbeat accelerated. He closed his eyes and tightened his grip on Spy’s hand. “Y-you serious?” He whispered back, for no one else to hear, in the secrecy of the dimly lit van.

“What do you think?” Sniper could hear the smirk through Spy’s whisper. “Here I am, in your bed, with you, without my mask. Do you think that it is all staged, all a joke, a prank?”

“I-I don’t know… It’s just… It’s just too good to be true.” Sniper’s breath was hard and fast. He screwed his eyes shut harder and leaned his head on the wall behind him, raising it and feeling Spy’s breath periodically blow on his neck, constantly reminding him that he was there, the gorgeous devil in a suit and tie. Oh Sniper wanted to remember it, he wanted to bottle up those whispers, those intense and secret words, those feelings, bottle them up somewhere and reopen the bottle when he felt too lonely. He wanted to believe Spy’s words.

“Too good to be true? Hm…” Spy smirked and raised a finger. Sniper felt it grazing his skin on his jaw.

“S-Spy…”

The Frenchman turned and slid a leg between the Aussie.

“Let us sleep. You are tense and could do with a bit of rest.” Spy pulled him down to lie and threw away his own tie before opening a couple of buttons on his shirt. He snuggled up against Sniper and used his shoulder as a pillow.

“Spy?”

Sniper raised his head to look down at Spy. The Frenchman looked up at him.

“Oui?”

“You serious?”

Spy graced Sniper with one of those smiles that made the Aussie’s insides burn.

“Oui…” The Frenchman went to his ear. “You can call me Lucien, Mundy.” Sniper’s eyes snapped wide. He turned to look at Spy and his body reacted before his mind could hold it back.

Coffee and nicotine were all he could taste on the thin lips of the man he was holding between his hands, in his bed.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT #request

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rein-ette · 3 years

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Howdy! I'm going to ask your awesome question back at you ;) what do you think of England, both as a character and as a country? Do tell me all of your feelings towards the grumpy man 👀

Short Answer:

To borrow a phrase from my favourite writer/historian Barbara Tuchmann, if Canada is the country of my birth, England has always been the country of my heart.

Long Answer:

I actually fell in love with England the country a long time before I even knew England the character, but Hetalia certainly reinforced my infatuation ten-fold. I can't say when or how it started because I think I was pretty young (I remember my mom making me take notes on Greek and Roman history when I was like, 7, and uh, let's just say my obessession with Europe only grew after that). It's also kinda difficult for me to parse why I like the country because it's been a constant in my life for so long, but I'll try my best.

I think it might have begun with my fascination with WWII history. There's this Chinese idiom -- 乱世出英雄 -- which kinda encapsulates why the world wars and British history in particular so enchanted me. The literal translation of it would be "heroes emerge in turbulent times" but I think a better figurative approximation is the phrase "for darkness shows the stars." The world wars, British participation in the world wars, and British history in general has many, many dark episodes and in many ways exposes the worst of humanity. But I think it's also true that British history also brought out the best of us -- exposed the "heroes", so to speak. I refer not only to household names like Churchill but also the commanders on the ground, the suffragettes, the workers in the factories, and naturally the common soldier. Of course this is not a phenomenon unique to British history, but it was through British 20th century history that I first fell in love with history in general, so it holds a bit of a special place in my heart.

From a more objective perspective, Canadians are really steeped in British culture, ideas, and history, even if we don't realize it. I mean, most of the ideals we embrace, such as the rule of law or constitutional monarchy, as well as the things we celebrate -- the abolishment of slavery, for example -- stem from Britain. One cannot teach Canadian history in school without learning British history, and when you consider that Canada's massive sacrifices in the world wars also played a defining moment in its national identity, it's really no wonder that many still feel a kinship with the UK. Plus, like I mentioned in the response to needcake's ask, a lot of being Canadian is trying to differentiate ourselves from Americans, and one primary way we do that is by pointing to our loyalty to England and shared monarch.

I'm not sure if this is really obvious from the other side of the pond, but Queen Elizabeth also, like, plays a really insidious role. Idk if Aussies or Kiwis feel this way, but we really love Queen Liz and can't imagine a world without her on our money and all our fancy buildings and occasionally making her speeches. I was an air cadet as a teen too! We had to play God Save the Queen for closing parades every night, and I remember thinking, gosh, one day we'll have to sing God save the king, and they'll have to change all the lyrics and coins and bills and what not, and that's really weird.

But yeah, besides the history and the environment in Canada, I also follow British politics to some extent? It's not as common as following American politics here (if you talk to Canadians ab the American president it's not uncommon to hear people say "why did we elect him" etc.) but it isn't rare either. I mean, I read the Economist (no i'm not 10 billion years old) and I've done courses in British politics, read British authors, a lot of people like British actors and films and shows...the culture is just really widespread, I guess. I also have close friends who lived/live in London...oh, and I went to a British international school when I was young for a year. That might have played a role too. I should say here that I've never actually been to England in person so I can't comment on what its actually like, but it feels so familiar that sometimes I honestly forget i haven't been. I hope to actually study in London soon, actually, so if you have any advice/warnings, hit me!

Alright, onto Arthur. I just? Really? Love him? In particular I really admire his pragmatic worldview, even if I don't always agree with the conclusions it leads him to. When it comes to knowledge and analysis, he's someone who refuses to turn away from the truth, no matter how incovenient. Yet when it comes to his own emotions he's the complete opposite. That mix of cynicism and then escapism to relieve the emotional burden of his own cycnism is just...fascinating. I also really admire his intelligence in general, as well as his work ethic.

Perhaps what I love the most about Arthur, however, is his spirit. I mean, he's just so alive. Whether he's furious or devastated or overjoyed, he's someone who lives life so intensely, so fully, with such fury. When I write Arthur, that's often the feeling I try to capture: someone who cannot help but see all the suffering in life, but someone who cannot help but fight on, regardless. In a strange way, Arthur embodies hope at its most irrational. As Samuel Beckett wrote in the Unnamable, he's someone who is always telling himself: "You must go on. I can't go on. I'll go on."

Absolutely no one asked for fruk, but I'm just gonna seize this chance to throw out a little headcanon. I think this intense, somehow mortal quality of Arthur is what first captivated Francis. As I've written about a bit before, Francis to me has the most "eternal" feel out of the all the nations. He loves humanity and life as a whole, whereas Arthur lives like every second counts. For someone like Francis, who just adores beautiful, wild, transient things, Arthur is like mortality in a bottle -- so utterly enthralling that once he tasted it he could never get enough. Unlike Joan or other real humans, however, Arthur has proved far more durable to wear and tear :P

My final thought on Arthur is that he has so much contempt for fate, its actually both funny and admirable. If I may quote Tuchmann again, "no man ever lived who was less willing to be the victim of events." Arthur's someone who simply refuses to be bullied, even by grandaddy destiny itself, and I think we all love him for that, a little.

#hws england #ask #hcs #whoooo this was a long one but i had a lot of fun answering #its a little embarrassing to talk about how much i love england in front of a brit but #you said such nice things about canada i just had to be honest you didn't deserve some half-assed ironic answer #rainbowfruitpastilles

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cuddlepilefics · 3 years

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Prince

Fandom: Stray Kids

Little: Hyunjin

Caregiver: Jisung

Noone’s POV.:

The tension was high in the practice room. Stray Kids were practicing for an upcoming performance, with Minho and Hyunjin teaching the new choreography and with the influence of nerves, everyone was on edge. Looking at it more closely, they hadn’t been getting along very well the entire week. Most likely it was the lack of sleep causing the members to be more irritable than usual but Hyunjin was the worst. He had been kind of bitchy towards his friends for a few days now and snapped at everyone, who got a single move wrong. He even snapped at Chan. At this point, the members had stopped talking to the dancer, upset at his arrogance. They were clearly trying their hardest and all of them were tired. While they had tried to be as understanding as they possibly could, Hyunjin didn’t seem to even try to understand why not everybody could get it right on the first try. Everyone was just wishing for the day to be over but they were still hours before going home. “Alright mates, let’s have one more hour before we go and have a small lunch”, the leader announced and breathless sighs were heard all around. It wasn’t like they were done for the day, they’d continue right after lunch, that’s why they couldn’t eat too much to not make them sick. The thought of a break and a meal gave the exhausted members new motivation and Chan started the music again as soon as everyone was on their starting position. Their motivation however didn’t last long.

Towards the end of the song, the maknae lost his balance during a spin, bumping into Felix and knocking them both of their feet. Luckily, neither got hurt and Jeongin was quick to apologize for his clumsiness. They brushed it off, glad that nobody injured themselves so close to a performance but one member was about to let it go. To Hyunjin it seemed like the last straw had snapped. Why couldn’t his members just take their practice serious? How was he supposed to teach them anything when they wouldn’t stop fooling around? He could dance the choreography just fine, it really wasn’t that difficult, or was it? The dancer marched over, harsh scolding already on his lips and that’s exactly what he did. “Guys, seriously it’s not that hard. Why can’t have one, just fucking one, clean run through? If you don’t remember, the performance is close”, he hissed, holding his thumb and index finger close together, “this close.” – “Hyunjin, we know! We all know and we are trying”, Changbin said sharply, walking up behind Felix and putting his hands on the younger’s shoulders. The young Aussie was a little with Chan and Changbin as his caregivers. The rapper knew how stressed and close to slipping Felix was and Hyunjin being mean to him didn’t help at all. The entire group knew Felix was a little and usually had a rule in place, stating not to yell at any littles in the group. Well at the moment Felix was the only little but a few members had been interested in trying it out once too. “Then try harder!”, the dancer yelled storming out.

The sudden outburst prompted the maknae to burst into tears. He hadn’t meant to trip them. He wanted to get it right at least as badly as everyone else wanted it. Felix had quickly run into Chan’s arms, breathing fast and trying not to slip right then and there. The leader hugged him tightly, mumbling: “Just a bit longer. You’re doing so good mate, we’ll play and cuddle as much as you like tonight, yeah? You just need to hang on a little longer, I know you can and I’m so proud of you.” Changbin was still standing next to Jeongin and pulled the crying boy into his arms, rubbing his back. “We know you didn’t mean to, Innie. You’re trying just as hard as we are. What happened wasn’t your mistake, I really don’t know what got into that boy’s pants”, Changbin comforted. The youngest soon pulled himself together, he was still hurt and upset but crying more would hold them back even more than his mistake already had. He nodded gratefully at Changbin and dried his eyes, giving Felix an apologetic smile, knowing that getting them both yelled at had made it harder for the little not to slip. “Guys, I think somebody should go after Hyunjin”, Seungmin mumbled, “I hate fights, how should we perform well if we can’t even get along?” Chan nodded, loosening his grip on Felix: “Do you think I should go?” Most members agreed for the leader to go check on one of their main dancers but Jeongin stopped him. “Hyung, I honestly think Jisung-hyung should go. They always used to fight and therefore learned to understand each other well. If one of us can figure out what Hyunjin-hyung’s deal is, it’s probably Jisung-hyung. Plus, nobody can get mad at a squirrel anyways”, the maknae explained, looking at Jisung with pleading eyes. “Hell no, you just want me to get yelled at”, the rapper frowned but his gaze softened as he saw the genuine concern in the younger’s eyes, “Alright, I’ll check on him.”

Jisung had no idea where Hyunjin could have gone to, so he went to check the restrooms on their floor first. Should the other not be there, he’d search the studios. Soon enough though, Jisung heard muffled sniffles coming from one of the stalls at the far back. Hesitantly, he made his way to the locked stall, knocking softly. “Go ‘way” – “Come on, hyung. Talk to me please”, the younger pleaded. To his surprise the lock clicked, revealing a disheveled Hyunjin. Without pressing any further, the shorter boy pulled his hyung into a hug because he knew the older found great comfort in physical affection. They stayed silent while Jisung guided his friend towards the sinks, so he could wash the tear tracks from his face. When he didn’t think Hyunjin would say something anytime soon, the younger spoke up again: “Hyung, I can tell something’s seriously wrong. Just the way you’ve been acting lately, it’s not like you at all. You kept pushing Felix away, no matter whether he was big or little and come on, I know you love cuddling him. And ‘mean dance-instructor’? That’s Minho’s role, you’re not like that, hyung. What’s going on? You know, maybe we can help.” A broken whimper escaped the dancer, who still refused to meet his friend’s eyes. He felt guilt gnawing at his heart. Guilt for raising his voice at their maknae, who looked so terrified of his hyung. And guilt for almost making Felix slip because he understood how much the younger was struggling to push his headspace away in favor of their schedule. He probably understood better than any of the other members, better than the caregivers too. If only he could be like Felix.

“I-I’m sorry”, Hyunjin choked out, sliding down the wall next to the sink. He sat on the floor and rested his back against the wall while his long legs were drawn all the way to his chest. Jisung stayed silent, taking a seat against the wall opposite of his hyung, hoping he would go on. “I know it’s tough for Felix. It’s tough for everyone but I broke the rule which exists because it’s toughest for him. I’m sorry, I should really control myself better. I’ve been so on edge lately, I think I’m going insane, Sung”, the dancer admitted with his eyes closed, so he wouldn’t have to look at the other. The younger was heartbroken at this confession and promised: “You’re not going insane, hyung”, Jisung sympathized, “You’re stressed, we all are. We just need to get this performance over with and once we’re able to relax a bit, you’ll feel a lot better. Just please hang on for now.” Hyunjin shook his head distraught, fisting his hands in his hair and pulling. Jisung couldn’t take it any longer and moved over to sit next to his friend, carefully removing his hands from his hair while reassuring him everything would be alright soon in a hushed voice. Although the rapper meant well, his soft actions towards Hyunjin were putting the older in a difficult position. “Sung, you know Lixxie”, the dancer murmured, hugging himself, “We’re more similar than chu guys think, hyung.”

Jisung froze. His friends voice had changed over the course of a few words. He sounded so shy suddenly. The last few words were distorted by a small but noticeable lisp, which Hyunjin never had. To top it off, the dancer had addressed Jisung as his hyung, despite being older than him. That was when it finally clicked and the rapper’s eyes widened with wonder muttering: “Jinnie, are you a little? I mean are you like Felix?” – “Nuh-uh, J-Jinnie nu little. Jinnie big, n-nu hate Jinnie, he nu little”, Hyunjin stumbled over his words, face paling and breathing speeding up. He seemed downright terrified, so Jisung took the little’s shaky hands in his and gave them a reassuring squeeze while choosing his next words carefully: “I wouldn’t hate Jinnie. You’re my friend and it wouldn’t matter whether you were big or little, as long as you’re happy but you’re not happy right now.” – “Nu hate Jinnie?”, the dancer whispered doubtfully, more to himself than to Jisung. “No sweetheart and if Jinnie is little right now, he should know that I’d love giving him a hug.” That was all it took for Hyunjin to throw himself into the other’s arms, tearing up again. They sat like this for a few minutes and waited for the little to calm himself down. When he finally pulled away, he looked at Jisung with sad eyes, fiddling with his shirt. “Jinnie nu have been little in thiiiiis long”, he admitted spreading his long arms as far apart as he could. The rapper mirrored his gesture: “Really this long?” – “Nuh, thiiis long”, Hyunjin corrected, and repeated the motion, his arms being longer than Jisung’s and therefore spreading further. “I see”, Jisung nodded, “that’s really long.” The little agreed and looked at the other with big eyes. He really wanted to go home to his plushies. Seemingly able to read minds, the rapper asked: “How about you wait here for a minute while I go get our bags, then we can go home. I’ll just tell the others you weren’t feeling well and need to rest a bit.”

It didn’t take Jisung very long but the entire time he had been terrified somebody would enter the restroom and run into Hyunjin before he could get back to the little. Chan had raised an eyebrow at him but trusted his friend. The rapper pushed the thought of having to catch up with all the dance practice he was missing right now to the very back of his mind. His friend was more important to him at the moment. When he entered the restroom again, the little was exactly where he had left him, pouting at Jisung with glossy eyes. “Come on sweets, let’s go”, he smiled. The little shook his head, taking his bag out of the other’s hands and searching one of the hidden side-pockets. He quickly found what he was looking for, shoving his emergency-pacifier between his lips before nodding at the rapper that he was ready to go now. The squirrel-like boy was ready to melt right then and there and he stroked the little’s cheek fondly before putting a mask on him to hide the pacifier. Now they were really ready to go. The way to the dorm was quiet with Hyunjin not being able to talk properly behind the paci and fearing to give himself away. Jisung spent the time deep in thought. Little Jinnie had stolen his heart in a split second and the rapper could only hope, he’d see his hyung regress more in the future. Did he have a caregiver? Probably not, if he did, why didn’t his caregiver ensure he’d regress? Chan and Changbin always made sure Felix got to regress as often as he needed to. The past week had clearly proved just how harmful it was for a little to be forced into being big all the time. Jisung didn’t want his friend to hurt like that ever again but even if he didn’t have a caregiver already, would he accept the rapper to take care of him?

Back at the dorm, Jisung ran a warm bath for the little, making sure to dd lots of bubbles and a cute rubber ducky they kept in their shower. He let the dancer relax his sore muscles for a while and used the time to prepare lunch for both of them. Then he went back to the bathroom to find Hyunjin got too distracted playing with the bath toy to remember washing his hair, so the rapper squeezed a generous amount of shampoo into his hand. He motioned for the little to lean his back against the side of the bathtub and started working his fingers through the other’s long hair, giving his scalp a gentle massage. The dancer closed his eyes and a content smile spread across his face. Jisung was sure if Hyunjin was a cat, he’d be purring by now. The rapper was glad he had hung a towel over the bathroom heater because now he was able to wrap the little up in the warm fluffy fabric before going to detangle his friend’s hair. Jinnie had warmed up to Jisung more and more and kept trying to cuddle into the rapper, who was brushing his hair. It was safe to say that by the end of it, the rapper was soaked too, so they both changed into fresh shorts and hoodies. The little was surprisingly well behaved, probably because he was worried his ‘hyung’ would walk out on him if he acted up. Since Felix barely ever regressed in front of the entire group, only in front of his caregivers, Jisung barely had any experience caring for a little but it seemed he had made the right choice on their meal. Hyunjin happily munched on his chicken nuggets, not noticing the other’s eyes shining with adoration while the rapper almost forgot to eat his own food. The dancer was a shy little, barely meeting Jisung’s eyes and staying quiet most of the time. After their talk in the company restroom, there hadn’t been much conversation, both boys busy with their own thoughts. The little was enjoying his time with Jisung. He hadn’t been in his headspace for an exceedingly long timespan and even before he stopped regressing, he never had a caregiver. The dancer wasn’t sure how to act towards his friend. Sure, he enjoyed the other taking care of him but he was terrified that this was a one-time thing and he’d be on his own, should he regress again.

The little was in a true dilemma but was pulled from his thoughts when a strawberry appeared in front of his face. “Say ‘aaah’ Jinnie” – “Aaaah”, he complied, wanting to be a good boy. As soon as he opened his mouth, Jisung put the strawberry in, causing the little to turn as bright red as the fruit itself. The rapper giggle, stroking his still damp hair, before picking up the next strawberry. Hyunjin could just watch him with sparkling eyes while allowing the other to feed him. At that moment the little knew for sure he didn’t want to regress without a caregiver anymore and that he really wished Jisung would take care of little Jinnie. He just always seemed to know what the dancer needed before the other knew it himself. Hyunjin really enjoyed the other’s affection and decided to relish it for as long as it lasted. He just wouldn’t regress anymore in the future, since this was only a one-time thing. The little really tried to be happy and enjoy his time with Jisung but the thought of this being the last time was always at the back of his mind.

When they had finished their meal and the rapper had cleaned the dishes, he pulled Hyunjin along to cuddle on the couch, who was more than ready to comply. He turned on whatever cartoon he found by switching through the channels and let it play as soothing background noise before addressing an uncomfortable topic: “Jinnie, you know the others will be back in some time. You should probably tell them that you’re a little, they’ve been worried about what has been going on recently. I know it sounds scary, honey, but they accepted Felix too, didn’t they? I’m sure they’ll love little you”, he assured when he saw the horror on the littles face, “Plus, if they know, they can help make time for you to regress so incidents like today don’t happen again.” Hyunjin shook his head furiously and Jisung stroked his hair to calm him down. “Jinnie nu be little again”, he whimpered, burying his face in the rapper’s chest. Jisung pulled him tighter into his arms and allowed the little to chew on the cord of his hoodie because it seemed to help him relax. After placing a quick peck on the other’s hairline, Jisung whispered: “Sweetie, you can’t just not be little again, that’s too dangerous and, you know, I’d miss little Minnie. I’d be really sad if I didn’t get to see him again. So sad, I’d probably cry.” – “Nuh, nu hyungie nu cwy”, the dancer shot up, staring at his face in worry. He let Jisung pull him back down to rest on the rapper’s chest again, where he felt the low rumble of the other’s voice. “Are you scared of being little?”, Jisung asked carefully, rubbing the boy’s back, “You don’t have a caregiver, do you? He would have made sure you wouldn’t suppress your littlespace.” The little didn’t answer, he just played with the cord of Jisung’s hoodie, so the rapper decided to continue, pushing back his own nerves: “Jinnie, I fully understand if you don’t trust me enough for that yet but you’re the most adorable person I’ve ever met. Seeing you sad or hurting breaks my heart, so if you’d take me as your caregiver, I’d give my most to never let you hurt again.”

The little could barely grasp what was happening to him. One moment he had promised himself never to be little again and the next he had the caregiver of his dreams. After studying the rapper’s face for a few minutes, trying to figure out whether the offer was sincere, he cuddled up as closely as he could to Jisung repeatedly muttering “tank chu”. Jisung let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding: “No, thank you, my prince. For a moment I thought you were going to say no.” – “Nu say nu to chu. Chu da bestest. Nu wan be little if was without chu”, Hyunjin denied. “That’s why you say you wouldn’t be little again?”, the rapper asked in disbelieve as his prince nodded against his chest, not letting go. Well, Jisung wouldn’t let go of his prince either.

#skz #stray kids #little #little space #headspace #comfort #angst #fluff #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #agere #age regression #cute #fanfiction

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childofhalloween · 3 years

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A Story With No Name Aka Why You Don't Ask Idoits for Dating Advice

So this was a short little one shot I got an idea for after binging Graystillplays Sims videos for days. If the formatting or anything seems off it's because I wrote it all on a phone. Well this short one shot turned out 9 pages long opps. So I hope you enjoy. Also writing an Austrillis slow burn not really sure where it goes but if anyone is interested let me know. Anyways onto the show! Thomas Alan Wenis better known as Tommy looked down at the paper in his hand. This address had to be a mistake. He had just flown down to Florida to get away for a while, see the ocean, maybe even clear up his depression. He hadn't brought much with him just an old suitcase and what little money he drained from his savings account.

That was exactly what attracted him to the random message board offering low rent living. With the price of rent all Tommy was expecting was a cot in a closet somewhere. Not that he minded as long as he had a roof and somewhere to put his black boots he didn't care.

But this, this wasn't right. Couldn't be right. The place was huge. Probably the biggest house he had ever seen. 4 floors are least and he could see the corner a large pool in the back.

He checked the address of his contact Melvin, and it matched. This had to be some sort of scheme. He knew it was too good to be true, like everything else in his life.

With a sigh he picked up his bag walking to the front door. Maybe they would be able to at least point him in the right direction.

Ringing the bell he sat out on the front step for a moment before the large oak door opened and a man dressed only in a towel and some sneakers opened the door.

"Uhhh hi. I'm sorry to disturb you but I am looking for someone at this address. His name is Melvin." Tommy said avoiding eye contact with the red haired man.

"Yeah that's me! Melvin Eugene Johnston. But everyone just calls me Florida Man." He said holding out his hand Tommy awkwardly taking it. "You must be Tommy!"

"Uhhh yeah. I'm sorry did I come at a bad time?" He said motioning to the towel.

"Huh this? Nah. Just like to feel a cool breeze if you know what I mean." He joked opening the door motioning for him to come in.

The place was almost too much for Tommy to take in but nonetheless followed Florida Man on a tour around the house.

"I uhhh….I hate to say I think I miss understood about the price." Tommy said knowing their was no way he could ever afford a place like this.

"Oh don't stress about it. Just get me the $300 whenever. Everyone here is pretty cool. We all just pitch in when we can ya know? We all take turns cleaning and cooking….well except for Aussie. Fire department said they are gonna fine us for another kitchen fire." He said casually. Tommy couldn't help but wonder what he was getting into.

"Then toss in some cash for some beers or food when ya can. Everyone just kind of does their own thing. You will see all kinds of people come and go. Right now we got a lot of our 'lifers'."

"How can you afford this place?" Tommy said looking at another large staircase.

"Oh it's already paid for. I bought it with the money from my lawsuit with Madonna."

"You sued Madonna!?!" Tommy said, not believing what he was hearing.

“Oh yeah I did. Her show was supposed to start at 8 she didn't go on till 10. I wasted so much money on overpriced water down beer I don't even remember the damn thing. Next thing I know I'm in the hospital. Apparently I fell down 12 rows of concrete stairs trying to get some nachos from concessions." He said casually as he continued. "Then I used the money I won to buy this place but it got lonely & quiet by myself so I started renting out rooms. Made for one big odd family."

Opening a door he motioned to Tommy "So here's your room. Get comfortable. When you're done feel free to head on down to the kitchen, meet everyone."

Tommy had hoped he could even find his way back down to the kitchen. It was going to take a little while to get used to this place. He still couldn't wrap his mind around all of this.

But unbeknownst to him the craziest part was yet to come. His new roommates.

Finally finding the kitchen he saw Floridaman busy having a beer next to a tall man with the most epic red beard he'd ever seen and a smaller but seemingly louder blond wearing sunglasses. And behind them both a slightly deranged looking man with jet black hair.

They all seemed to get quiet as he walked awkwardly into the kitchen.

"I was wondering if you were going to find us." Florida Man said thrusting a Bud Lite in Tommy's hand not bothering to ask if he'd want one. "Boys this is our newest guest Tommy Wenis"

The blond let out an almost mocking laugh.

"Wenis!?! Ya gotta be bloody kiddin me. Bet that must have been a rough primary career. The names are just endless!"

"Don't listen to him, he can be a jerk but he doesn't really mean it." The redhead said standing up holding out his hand cordially. "Names Tim by the way."

"Ahhh I'm just taking the piss with ya mate...kinda. Name's Trevor but everyone here likes to call me Australian Man. Ya know obvious reasons."

Finally the dark hair man with the slightly odd shaped face spoke up. "And I'm Colono. Colono Scopy"

"Uh huh...so is this everyone who lives here?" Tommy said looking at the motley crew in front of him.

"No the girls are off doing something or another. I think they mentioned girls day. I don't know I wasn't listening." Florida Man said, looking at the clock on the stove. "But they should be back any minute."

As if on cue the door opened and the sound of over lapped talking was heard.

"Speak of the devil mate." Australian Man said slightly in awe of Florida Man's timing.

A brunette wearing what looked to be a thrift store tourist shirt walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Whitley come here meet our new roommate Tommy." Florida Man said.

"Hey I'm Whitley " she shook his hand. He couldn't help but notice the slight smell of cheap bottom shelf vodka radiating off her.

Next a woman walked in with the best blond afro Tommy had ever seen.

"Hey Bab this is our new roommate Tom-"

"Maybe he'll last longer then the others." Bab said almost miserably as she walked out the back door not stopping.

"Sorry she's kin-d of…." Florida Man tried to think of the word.

"Manic Depressive." The girl with blonde and pink braids said matter of factly. "Text book diagnosis really."

"Are you a Dr?" Tommy asked everyone just laughed.

"Not in the slightest. Just been through a lot of psychologists."

"Ellis Dee, meet Tommy." Florida Man introduced.

"Tommy Wenis." Australian Man said with a snicker.

"Oh my God do people call you Tiny Wenis?" Ellis said with a giggle.

It didn't matter though because all Tommy's attention was now focused on the tall blond with golden hair walking in. He had never seen anyone like her. She was like nothing he'd ever encountered. She was…..she was…..she was absolutely stunning.

"Whose that?" Tommy asked Tim quietly.

"Huh? Oh that's Beth. Be nice, she's a sweet girl." Tim whispered back.

"Hey Beth say hi to Tommy the new guy." Florida said.

"Hi name's Beth." She introduced herself in a thick Southern accent.

"I….uhh...I'm Tommy." Tommy managed to mumble out.

All the guys exchanged an odd look.

"So where are ya rollin in from?" She asked with a smile.

"....I uhhh… I come from….places. I gotta go." He said, scrambling out of the kitchen to his room.

"That was odd." Colono said all the others nodded.

As the months went on Tommy found he had more in common with this rag tag bunch then he ever had with anyone else. He spent his days joking with Colono, drinking beers with the Florida Man & Australian Man, discussing art with Bab Ross, hitting the occasional bong with Ellis Dee, and pretty much bonding with everyone.

Everyone that is except for Beth. It seemed like every time they had a moment together his mind just blanked. Like it shut down to nothing and he couldn't figure out what the hell to say so he would say something awkward and just excuse himself.

It became apparent to everyone what was going on, everyone that was except Beth as she walked into the living room one day.

"Mind if I sat by ya hun?" She asked. He looked up at her eyes wide.

"I….uhh….murder show…..its over…..here you go. For you." He said, tossing the remote at her feet before running out the room.

"Ouch that was painful to watch." Australian Man looked up from the card game the guys had been playing.

Tommy pulled out a chair and plopped down not responding.

"Hey man, it's0 ok you will get her next time." Florid Man said putting a hand on his shoulder sympathetically….well really trying to sneak a peek at Colono's cards

"Ughhh. It's like everytime I try to talk to her I look like a total ass." Tommy grumbled.

"Yah we know, we all seen it." Australian Man joked as threw another chip in the pot.

"Well what am I supposed to say? Hey I think you're gorgeous, will you have a coffee with me?" He said, causing all the other men to laugh.

"No, no. You're thinking too much into it. What women love to hear is compliments." Tim Horton said as Bab Ross happened to walk past. "Watch this."

"Hello Bab you are looking positively radiant today!" Tim said, putting on a charming smile.

"Whatever you say Tim." Bab said with a shrug as she kept walking.

This caused all the other men to crack up.

"Laugh all you want but she acknowledged me. That's progress."

"Nah ya got it all wrong mate. What birds really dig on is a badass." Australian Man said getting up walking to the back yard. "This is how it's done boys."

Strutting slightly he slid up to Ellis Dee who was sitting outside enjoying the sun.

"Hey Ellie." He said acting casual.

"Oh hey Aussie what's up?"

"Did I ever tell you about the time I fought off a whole colony of bog frogs?"

"No I don't think you have."

"Yeah I was out with some blokes and came across these wee little bog frogs must have been mating season or something because next thing I know I'm surrounded by the little wankers! So I start beating them off me. Kicking, punching them in their little frog faces. Just throwing them off left and right. Turns out the little bastards were poisonous. Woke up in the hospital 2 weeks later handcuffed to the hospital bed. Turns out those little piss frogs are on the 'endangered species' list. Luckily for me though the judge granted the coma as time served. All I got was probation and I'll be off that by next year." Australian Man said cooly before something hit him.

"Probation…..OH SHIT! My probation meeting!" He said looking down at his watch. "I'm 6 fucking months late! I can not be arrested again! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!" he said running into the house leaving behind a very confused Ellis Dee.

All the guys watched as Australian Man ran through the house screaming obscenities as he looked for his cell phone.

"Anyways….what about you Florida Man. How do you talk to the ladies?" Tim Horton asked.

Florida Man shrugged and got up walking to the kitchen to see Whitley at the table drinking a large glass of orange juice.

"Bud Lite?" Florida Man offered holding out a beer. She looked at him confused.

"Its only 11 not even noon. Too early for beer." she said.

"Ok." Florida Man said walking back with both beers.

"Mornings are for screwdrivers." Whitley said to herself pour more dollar vodka into her drink.

"No, no I am sure I called. Yeah right when I landed. No I made sure I message with a Shelly? Or maybe a Jan? Or was it a Steven? I'm not sure. Mighta been a new?.....oh maybe a temp! Bloody hard to find good help huh? I'm sure it's there just check the last few months. Ring when this is all cleared up." Australian Man said, hanging up his phone not waiting for a reply on the other end. "Bloody cunts..….so what'd I miss."

"That's it. That's the only move I got." Florida Man said with a shrug.

"You guys are hopeless. No wonder I'm the only one in a relationship." Colono complained before turning to Tommy. "Tommy don't listen to them they are all going to die alone."

"Hey!"

"Fuck ya too!

"That was rude….but true."

"Women, they love romance. You can sweep a woman off her feet just by words. Just watch my example gentlemen." Colono said as he sauntered out the door to Flo Cane who was watching tv.

"Oh there she is mi amor. I was looking everywhere for you." He said sliding next to her.

"What is it? On no! Are you having issues again? Is the burning back? Have you been taking your meds? Do I need to call the Dr for you again?"

"What!?! No! That's not it!" Colono said in a panic as the sound of laughter came from around the corner.

"Hey don't listen to them. You know stress makes it worse." Flo comforted.

"It's not that!" Colono said frustrated.

"Are you sure? I know how cranky you get when you forget to take your meds."

"I'm not cranky!" Colono yelled as he stormed off.

"I'm making you an appointment just to be sure! I know you are scared of making phone calls." She shouted after him as he stormed off.

The other guys were currently in a huge pile on the floor in total hysterics none of them were able to stand. It took almost 10mins for them to calm down to breathe.

Finally collecting himself Tommy stood up straightening out his clothes. After all that advice he had finally figured it out. He knew what he had to do. Mustering up all the courage he could he moved forward before he could chicken out.

"Where are you going?" Florida Man asked as Tommy made his way outside.

"I'm going to do what I need to." He said walking out into the back yard where the girls currently huddled together talking about how weird the morning had been.

"Hello ladies. Can I talk to Beth alone please?" He asked.

Suddenly a lot made sense as they gave each other a knowing look.

"She's all yours." Whitley said with a l knowing smirk.

Silence still overcame the 2 as they sat there totally obvious to the group of 8 peering around the corner.

"What did you want to talk about?" Beth asked looking over slightly confused about what had been going on. From what she heard it's been a very confusing day.

"I…..I…." He took a deep breath before blurting out quickly. "I think you're absolutely gorgeous and would you like to get coffee with me?"

It took Beth a moment to even figure out what he had said and then another for it to really register.

"You, you think I'm pretty?" She said shocked no one had said anything like that before.

"Gorgeous actually." He said his face was burning red. "Look if I offended you, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Yes." She cut him off.

"Huh?"

"I would love to get coffee with you." She said as a big smile crossed her face.

"Ok when?"

"Now?" She suggested.

"Sounds great." He said getting up offering his hand to her. "I know a great place."

They both walked right past the group of the gawkers so invested in their conversation they didn't even seem to notice.

"Oh my God that is the sweetest thing I've ever seen!" Whitley gushed.

"Guys are never that romantic. She's so lucky." Flo said wistfully.

"Man I wish I could find someone who thinks like that." Ellis mused.

"Yeah it was pretty nice." Bab said in her bored Bab tone.

"Are ya fucking kidding me right now!?!" Australian said, throwing his hands up in the air as he stormed back inside.

"Seriously? That? That's it? Thats romantic?" Colono complained following behind.

"Wow guy did have some skills after all." Florida said patting Tim on the back sympathetically as Tim mumbled to himself annoyed.

"What's their problem?" Bab asked.

"Men are weird." Whitley said all the other girls nodded in agreement.

#graystillplays #GSP #Sims #florida man #australian man #colono scopy #tommy wenis #tim horton #beth amphetamine #ellis dee #whitely airagaga #bab ross #flo caine #the man family #my fanfiction #crack

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reliquiaen · 2 years

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Hey! I've been your follower since u wrote AT fanfics and because of your work, amongst other beautiful fanfics I've read over time, I've really wanted to try making my own.

I was just wondering what books have u read since u wrote Pray for the Preacher's daughter? Also do u have any book recommendation for newbies in creative writing?

English isn't my native language so sorry if it's a bit confusing to read

dang son that's a long time to be following me. like. a long time. wow hi nice to still have you here in spite of... fandom hopping and all that haha. thank you, i'm always so chuffed to hear someone likes my writing, literal day-maker tbh, god bless ♥

i uh... haven't read as much recently as i might like actually. i find it hard to get invested in new books and my living situation doesn't give me room to be storing books anyway. mostly i just reread a few of the ones i have pdfs of.

for book recs, i find those real hard to give out actually, mostly since people have different tastes you know? what do you like, mate? haha

still, for the simple fact of learning about writing styles i can recommend a few series/authors. this is not an exhaustive list, it's just some books i think have nice writing.

for the simple fact that the show is airing rn and i have it on the brain: if you can find a copy of robert jordan's wheel of time series (and you have the stomach for a monolithic 14 book series that gets real boring and slow in the middle ngl) you should definitely read it. world-building, characterisation, various cultures, all that is really good. his descriptive writing is out of this world and i guarantee you'll learn more new words in the first book than you might think. i know i did. just. really good jumping off point for third-person story-telling.

if you make it through those books and you're like, huh. what else? do yourself a favour and read literally any book by brandon sanderson. he finished the wheel of time books and like... you can't go wrong with any pick of his books. the mistborn trilogy will give you FEELINGS, but if you're after a stand-alone novel, i can not recommend warbreaker or the legion books enough. they're short, they're punchy, and his magic systems are always breathtaking.

kj taylor's fallen moon trilogy is quite good, excellent if you're looking for How To Write Convincing Villains. the author herself is a delight as well if that matters at all lmao. can't speak for the follow up trilogy bc i haven't read it but i'm sure it's just as good. (also she's aussie which always delights me, love a good aussie author)

also do yourself a favour and read the hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy. douglas adams was a master wordsmith and the books are so much fun. it's one of the few hard copies i have here in england bc i just love it so so much. never fails to make me laugh.

if you're more into crime stuff, i do recommend karen slaughter. i've only read a few of her books (courtesy of my mum who's an avid fan) but the ones i did read were thrilling cover to cover.

i guess my best advice is to read widely? my typical fare is fantasy, i'm such a ho for a good fantasy book, idk if it's obvious in my fic writing but that's where my soul lives, it's what i first started writing (literally my very first original writing was some stupid knock off of the dragonlink series).

go grimdark gothic and pick up brent weeks' way of shadows books (incredible covers is why i picked them up and the story did not disappoint). traumatise yourself and read stephen king (i've read just a few of his but 'the outsider' was so gripping i legit stole it off my mum for two days to binge read it and she got mad at me). read some kristin cashore books (bitterblue is fabulous, just saying) and enjoy your tropey fantasy. i've got 'everything leads to you' by nina lacour and 'the abyss surrounds us' by emily skrutskie and like any of malinda lo's books and OMG 'the memoirs of lady trent' by marie brennan.

and uh. don't forget to keep reading fanfics haha. much of my writing style is grounded very firmly in the third person fantasy from whence i came, but my transition into present tense is fanfiction's fault entirely baby. and you pick up tropes - my foundation stones! - much better in fic because it distils them down nicely i feel. people who've been writing fic a while already have a feel for the tropes that make stories work so you might have to pay a bit more attention when you start out, don't worry about it, that'll come naturally with practice. which you gotta do.

also also, dictionaries and thesauruses are your friends. thesaurus.com is part of my dna now. go there. sign up. word of the day yourself. it's great stuff and even if you don't remember all of them, adding a few new words to your arsenal now and then can't hurt.

just practice. experiment with what you write and how you write it. not everything you type has to be published either. lord knows i don't post any of my personal work anywhere and half my fics never see the light of day either. write for you and have fun.

hope this helps somewhat. feel free to hmu if you wanna ask anything else lol i know i got a bit longwinded my bad ^^;

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thestayway90 · 3 years

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Unexpected Attachment: Chapter 1 - Stray Kids Imagine

Author: thestayway90

WC: 2385

Warnings: None

Characters: Stray Kids OT8, OFC/Reader, OFC/Reader’s Older Brother

Summary: Setting up the story, introducing the characters. OFC/Reader meets some of the Kids... if you can get through this chapter it’ll be a lot more exciting in the next one I promise!!!

Author’s Note: Hello all! This is my first attempt at a Stray Kids Fic so I hope you all enjoy...

Not 100% sure where this is going (I have a plan but we’ll see) but it will eventually be a OFC/Reader x Felix Relationship (coz I am whipped for that boy).

I would love any and all feedback including criticisms and ways you think I can improve!!!

Enjoy lovelies <3

You certainly didn’t expect to wake up with an iguana staring you in the face. But after two months of living with your brother, it really shouldn’t be a surprise you anymore.

You glared at the unfamiliar creature digging in its tiny nails but its only response was to blink lazily back at you, unfazed by your thunderous expression.

“Joshua!” you yelled, startling Tink from underneath the bed, the white ferret streaking for freedom as Josh appeared in the doorway.

“Oh, whoops, sorry,” Josh said as he quickly plucked the green reptile off of the bedspread. “I was wondering where Dewey had got too.” He smiled widely, stroking the placid Iguana on the head.

You sighed and sat up, stretching slightly, questioning, “Dewey? Another rescue?”

Josh glanced up guiltily. “You should have seen how they were keeping him?” He replied, placing the reptile on the floor where the green creature started making his slow way down the hallway, Tink following it curiously. “Made me pay them an arm and a leg, though.” Josh commented ruefully as you hopped out of bed.

“Well luckily you just got promoted then. More money to rescue all the poor neglected animals of Seoul,” you told him cheerfully, patting his cheek as you walked past on your way to the bathroom.

You immediately cursed, tripping over an orange streak that suddenly darted towards your legs, swiping at your ankles before disappearing in a blur of motion. “Toast!” you hollered, hopping on one leg, rubbing the injured ankle. “I’m going to cook you in the fryer, cat!” you threatened the empty air, stomping towards your original destination.

“180 degrees for 20 minutes should do it,” you muttered under my breath, closing the bathroom door behind you. “Just enough for nice crispy Toast.”

It wasn’t until you had already sat down on the toilet that the feeling of being watched prickled the back of your neck. You looked up and in the gloom between the top of the medicine cabinet and the ceiling were two glowing eyes.

You gave a small shriek of surprise and then giggled at your stupidity. “Hey Meatball,” you said, as the large fluff ball ignored your greeting, curling up and turning his back to you until he was barely visible.

Shaking your head and muttering about pedantic animals, you made your way down to the kitchen.

“Honestly Josh,” you said as you plopped down on one of the stools, grabbing the cup of coffee he offered gratefully. “We should start selling tickets. Come and see the miraculous menagerie squished into a tiny apartment in the middle of downtown Seoul.”

Josh raised his eyebrows at your tone and then smiled wickedly. “Toast get you again?”

“Seriously that cat is the devil itself,” you moaned, reaching down to rub your poorly abused ankle.

Josh burst out laughing, no sympathy in your feud with the tiny orange tabby. “Whats that 3 to 1? You need to work on your ninja skills.”

“Talking of ninja skills, don’t you have to go?” you pointed to the time displayed on the microwave clock, making Josh swear and quickly grab his jacket, a piece of toast still hanging halfway out of his mouth.

“Can you put Dewey in the tank for me,” Josh shouted over his shoulder as he grabbed his bag and raced out the front door.

“Yep. Have a good day at work,” you yelled after him and received a muffled, ‘Love You’, as the door shut behind him.

It took you fifteen minutes to find the elusive reptile, leaving only five minutes for you to quickly throw on some clothes and get half way presentable before your online class.

An hour later you leant back in your chair, rubbing your temples, glad that there wasn’t another class until later in the afternoon.

You were just contemplating whether to start on one of your many assignments or not when a familiar ring echoed through the kitchen. You searched confused until you located Josh’s phone that had somehow got wedged underneath a bag of cat food.

The number flashing on the screen was labeled ‘Work’ and guessing who it was you picked up, bringing the device up to your ear.

“Why, hello!” you answered, smiling as a familiar voice echoed through the speaker.

“I forgot my phone...” Josh’s wail made your smile widen.

“Uh huh, I noticed,” you responded unhelpfully, digging Tink out from a cupboard he’d worked his way into.

“Can you bring it to me, please please pretty please!” Josh begged. “I can’t leave right now and I really need it!”

You made him suffer just a little, staying silent while placing Tink in his escape-proof enclosure.

Finally you agreed, “Of course. I’ll be there in ten.”

“Thank you, thank you Nugget,” Josh sighed in relief, using your childhood nickname in his gratitude.

“Okay, see you soon.” You hung up and grabbed your shoes and keys, making sure all the gremlins were safely locked away, before exiting the apartment.

You walked the ten minutes to Josh’s work, enjoying the blue skies and stunning weather while strolling briskly.

You arrived at your destination and tilted your neck backwards to read the large JYP displayed prominently on the side of the towering skyscraper that Josh worked in.

You entered through the lobby, approaching the receptionist while Security Guards eyed you with mistrust, alert for any suspicious behaviour.

Luckily you recognised the receptionist from the few times you had accompanied Josh to work, flashing her a wide smile as you came to a stop in front of her.

“Hello again, love,” she greeted you in heavily accented English. “Are you here to see Joshua?”

You held up your brothers phone with a rueful smile. “He forgot this and asked if I could bring it to him.”

“He’s probably only the fifth floor,” she said helpfully, signalling to Security to let you through.

“Thank you,” you told her gratefully, walking through the security turnstile that the Guard pushed open.

You crossed to the elevator and pressed the button, happy when one opened immediately. Once inside, you pushed the button for the fifth floor, watching the numbers tick over until the doors chimed loudly.

Stepping out into the hallway, you stood awkwardly for a few minutes, trying to decide where to look first.

A door opened to your right, raucous noise echoing into the corridor as a guy backed into the hallway, talking loudly and making faces at those still inside.

He turned and jumped when he saw you standing behind him, clearly startled, hands flying up under his chin, arms hugging close to his body as his eyes went impossibly round.

“Ah, hi... sorry,” you said apologetically, feeling the need to explain your presence. “I’m looking for Josh, Joshua. Do you know where he is by any chance?” You asked hopefully.

The guy immediately relaxed and smiled widely, cheeks dimpling adorably. “You must be his sister!” He exclaimed happily in a slight American accent, beckoning you towards him. “He’s in here actually.” He turned back to the room he had exited, holding the door open for you to pass by.

You slipped through the doorway and was greeted by three pairs of eyes, startled by an intruder into their space.

Josh’s expression quickly turned from surprise to glee as he jumped from his seat to wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. You held his phone out towards him, staring around at the room surrounding you.

It was a music studio, electrical equipment made up of a complicated mess of knobs, dials and switches covering a huge desk to one side under a window looking into a recording booth. The walls were clad in some type of soundproofing material and there was a large comfy looking couch accompanied by two office chairs.

“You’re a life saver,” Josh said gratefully, pocketing the precious device, as you switched your attention to the other occupants of the room. Noticing your gaze Josh quickly gave out introductions.

“This is Han.” He pointed to the kind boy who had shown you where to go.

“Chan.” The boy with the shock of red hair smiled lopsidedly and nodded his head amicably your way.

“And Changbin.” The last boy looked serious until he gave a very wide smile, lighting up his entire face, making you unconsciously smile in return.

“Guys, this is my sister.” Josh finished, his tone brimming with pride, as he squeezed your arm lightly.

“Nice to meet you,” Chan said his familiar Aussie accent immediately putting you at ease. “We’ve heard a lot about you from Josh.”

A blush immediately started staining your cheeks, wondering exactly how much your brother had told them in the short weeks he had been working with the k-pop boy group.

“I was just about to get some coffees. Do you want one?” Han was still hovering in the doorway, with an expectant expression.

You immediately started shaking your head. “You guys look busy. I should get going!” You took one step towards the door before Han blocked you, hands waving in the air.

“We’re not busy. We’re actually taking a break. Do you like milk? Sugar?”

You smiled ruefully at the persistent man. “I’ll take it black with two sugars please.”

His face lit up with genuine joy and he ducked out the door, humming as he went.

You turned back to the remaining occupants of the room. Chan patted the empty seat beside him, presumably Hans one he had abandoned in search of caffeine.

You sat, twisting side to side in the spinning office chair, as Josh took his place on the couch on the opposite side to Changbin.

“So....” Chan drew out the syllable, his intense eyes focused on you. “We heard you’re studying to become a Social Worker? How is that going?”

“Uh, not too bad. It’s all online which is good coz I don’t have to get out of my pyjamas most days but it’s also terrible coz I have no self-motivation or control so usually end up scrambling to finish my assignments thirty minutes before it’s due!” All three boys laughed and you smiled at the welcome sound.

“Is the course through a Korean University?” Changbin questioned curiously, his English thickly accented.

You shook my head. “No, it’s through a Uni back home in Australia, thank goodness.”

All three boys eyebrows raised at the last sentiment, questioning your relief.

You quickly held up your hands, trying to wave off the misunderstanding. “No, I don’t mean that a Korean course wouldn’t be just as good or better, just that my Korean is so terrible that I would struggle even more than I am now!” You tried to explain emphatically.

Understanding dawned on their expressions and Changbin gave a small chuckle.

“You’re Korean’s that bad huh?”

You grimaced and then said, “Eotteohge saeng-gaghaseyo?”

Chan and Josh both burst out laughing, and Changbin tried to hide a smirk but failed miserably.

“It’s not the worst I’ve ever heard,” the kind rapper commented, trying to save your feelings.

“She’s been working hard on it,” Josh felt the need to interject. “She’s only been learning for two months since she came to live with me.”

The two k-pop idols turned their gaze towards you, expressions now impressed.

“Very good,” Chan complimented encouragingly.

The door opened and Han struggled through, balancing two cup holders full of cups.

Josh immediately jumped up and grabbed one off of him, the younger guy smiling at him gratefully. “Thank you, Maenijeo.”

“I’m still not used to that,” Josh admitted, as Han quickly distributed the coffees to their rightful owners.

“You deserve it,” Chan told him, as Josh and Han sat back down on the couch, squishing together a little next to Changbin. “We were over the moon when they told us you’d be our new Manager. I was just glad for the extra help with producing.”

Josh blushed a little at the praise from the Leader, twisting his fingers round the cup in his hand. You beamed with pride at him, knowing how hard he had worked to get where he was.

Aware that Josh was probably getting a little uncomfortable being the centre of attention you turned to Chan, asking, “What are you working on?” And then belatedly realising, “Although you probably can’t tell me, I guess.”

“Actually Josh was just telling us about some ideas he has for our new music.” Chan nodded his head towards your brother, making him blush even further, undermining your attempt to change the subject.

The boys started chatting about music, most of the technical stuff going over your head, but you enjoyed watching the four boys talk so animatedly about something they were clearly all passionate about.

Eventually you sighed, checking your watch and groaning as you noticed the time.

“I have to go,” you told the others regretfully. “I have an assignment to start before my next class.”

The three boys protested but Josh pointed out that they too had work that needed to be done.

You said your goodbyes, promising to return and visit the three boys you’d somehow become friends with.

Josh gave you a tight hug and offered to walk you out but you immediately declined, knowing how busy he and the boys were.

You gave them one last wave and then let the door shut behind you, crossing over to the elevator and pressing the button, waiting patiently for it to arrive.

Once inside you pulled out your phone, double checking the time for the next class, balancing your still warm coffee in your other hand.

Noticing a message regarding one of your upcoming assignments, you were too engrossed in the device in your hand to look up when the doors pinged open.

You automatically started walking but somehow managed to catch your foot on the metal grating on the floor, pitching forwards with no free hands to stop yourself

Luckily, or unluckily depending on your point of view, your fall was stopped by a solid form, as strong arms caught at your waist to stop your hectic descent.

Unfortunately for the owner of the hands, although they managed to stop your fall they didn’t manage to stop your coffee’s, the caffeinated beverage covering you both in lukewarm liquid.

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