Age Gap F1 Yaoi

I have seen many posts ragging on over-used phrases in fanfic, and yes, I find 'cerulean orbs' deeply strange, but if I ever said anything hateful on the topic I wish I hadn't.

You know why we say 'smirk' a lot in fic? cause its faster than 'gave a tiny smile to one side with their lips closed, a little cocky and provocative' Smirk is an easy way of saying it. It's the correct word. We say it in fic a lot because people smirk a lot in real life. Go people watch, its all over. Also. Bring me a true synonym for smirk, and I'll use that instead, but these ain't it.

If you have a better way of saying 'took off his shoes without untying them, just levered the heel with the toe of the other' that isn't saying 'he toed off his shoes' I'd love to hear it. Cause that phrase is perfect for it.

'Huffed a laugh'? Yeah, they did. Cause I'm not going to spend extra words describing how they 'exhaled through their nose once, amused, but not enough to fully laugh aloud' Its a specific action. You think people don't do that all day? five bucks says its exactly what you do when you see a meme most of the time. You didn't lol. You huffed a laugh.

The idea that something that's been used before is inherently less valuable is ridiculous. Same with the inverse.

If the phrase you want to use is common or widely used, but is the best way to communicate it? Use it. Don't fall for this trap that is currently consuming hollywood. You don't have to have a clever twist just because 'they survived and were happy' is a trope. You don't have to use some insane alternate phrase just because someone thinks fandom uses 'smirk' too much.

His neighbors are horrible, you and your husband fight all the time at ungodly hours, your baby cries theough the whole night, Frank hears your husband yelling at you every night. Frank always slams his fist on your adjoining wall to get him to shut up.

Frank listened to you crying quietly, trying to console your baby alone. Promising your baby that you would escape soon. Frank wondered what happened over there.

In the very late hours of the night, Frank lies awake, attempting to read his book, the yelling of your husband repeatedly distractions, causing Frank to read the same page over and over and over. 

Then Frank heard it, a smash, a scream, a beg for him to stop.

Frank bolted upright, the book abandoned from his thoughts.

Oh fuck no.

Frank rushed out the room, slamming his fist on your door. He kept knocking until your very very pissed husband opened the door. 

"The fuck do you want?!"

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit a woman."

Frank hit your husband so hard that he passed out on the floor. Frank stepped over him to see you, sitting against the wall, shielding your baby maybe 6 months olf, glass bottle remnants surrounding you you shirt soaked with cheap alcohol. You had a gash on the side of your head, scratches all over your arms and a bruise under your eye, your baby sobbed into your chest.

Frank held his hand out for you to take, giving you an unsure smile.

"Ive got you, ma'am. Don't worry, you can stay with me." 

Frank stayed by you as you packed your life into a backpack, making sure to bring baby items too. 

Frank got you settled in his apartment.

"You take the bed, I'll take the chair."

Frank took you into the bathroom, carefully cleaning your headcount while you cried silently.

As he finished you muttered a soft "thank you."

Frank watched you get into bed, cradling your baby close to you, humming some mindless toon until the baby fell asleep. You fell asleep only minutes after, probably exhausted, poor thing.

Frank watched you sleep, watched your expression very slowly soften, watched you rub your babys back. You were a very caring woman.

Frank had to leave in the morning, take care of your husband. When Frank returned, a wonderful smell filled his apartment, your baby babbled at Frank as he walked in the door, while you stood at the stove, you made turkey soup with potatoes and carrots. It would last Frank a while, good protien, he wouldn't have to dig for scraps in his fridge.

"Oh-hello, sir. Um- I hope this is okay, I just didn't know how to repay you, I can repay for the groceries!"

The whole scene felt so painfully domestic.

It became a normal occurrence. You cooked dinner, took care of your baby, handled busy work, helped Frank. Frank opened up to you, sharing stories on soft nights.

He's seen people tortured, seen the bloody aftermath of cruelty and been on the receiving end of it more times than he would like. He knows fear like you know the corner block where you crashed your first car but now drive past to work everymorning.

Which is to say, nik has known fear most people will only fear in the split seconds before they die.

"Mh? What's wrong, milyy?" He frowns when you crawl into his arms, shaking.

"It's stupid." You huff into his neck, and earn a corrective pinch to the side that has you groaning "it's just...i saw that horror movie and...uhm....and..."

"Was it too scary, milaya?" Nik prompts, not judgemental or condescending, simply asking. When you nod, he coos and tucks you in close. He tries to not let you shaking hands bother him while he pulls the fluffy, thick blankets over you.

Nik has known true fear, but he'd never belittle your own because of it's source. He knows that the body doesn't care if it's a horror movie or a knife, the fear is felt regardless.

Until Grace slips out a sentence along the lines of "could you give me a little grace here" and Rocky immediately points out he used a word wrong so Grace has to explain that yeah, grace means elegance but it can also mean mercy sometimes too.