Progress Update - 3/4/24
Hello and happy March!
Itās been a while, hasnāt it? š
Well, I finally have some good news for you this time: I have some actual news!
I'm happy to be able to announce at last that an update is on its way! Iāve still got some assets to make and code cleanup and testing to finish, but I should finally have something to show you soon.
Iāll put a cut at the end of this and go into more detail about the what and why of what Iāve been working on during this long and unintended hiatus, but the tl;dr is that I hope to have an update out by the end of the month, and that said update will break any saves made in Chapter 4. Unfortunate, but unavoidable, since Chapter 4 had to be recoded from the beginning š
I just want to thank all of you once again for sticking with me through my extended silence! Especially to my patrons whoāve put up with me putting everything on pause month after month while I dealt with my real life shit, and to everyone whoās sent me kind and supportive messages to let me know Speaker hasnāt been forgotten. It really means a lot to me.
Okay, enough of that sappy shit! Iām gonna get back to work finishing this up š Iāll put out another update later this month once I have a more definite release date.
Thank you all for reading! I hope youāre having a fantastic 2024 so far, and that the rest of the week treats you kindly. See yāall soon! ššš
(For those who want a more detailed breakdown on whatās been happening and what to expect, hit the readmore)
I wonāt go into the personal life stuff Iāve been dealing with this past year that has slowed down my work, but as far as the actual game goes:Ā
To put it simply, I just wasnāt happy with it. Some of it could be because of how many times I had to reread the same section while I was coding the scenes that wouldāve taken place after the last update, but no matter how much I edited or rearranged it, I didnāt like how that scene turned out. There was somethingā¦ formulaic that had been happening with the way I always laid out scenes, and a bit of stagnation in the story, character, and relationship development that bothered me.
So I rewrote it. And when I still didnāt like it, I rewrote it again. And I still didnāt like it. I thought about scrapping the whole thing on more than one occasion as I struggled to get out of the corner Iād written myself into.
Inspiration finally struck at the beginning of this year, thanks in part to another interactive novel I follow, and I really like the direction Iāve taken it now.Ā
Instead of the RO split scenes happening where the last one left off, Speaker, Seer, and Gavin are gonna have a chat about Thingsā¢ to move the next story arc forward. Then Speaker will get some downtime, by themself at first and then in an extended scene split with the RO of their choosing.Ā
All the Big Plot Things that were going to happen in Chapter 4 will be moved to Chapter 5 instead, and 4 will be a bit more of a filler episode. A deep breath before the plunge, as it were.
This split wonāt just be a quick conversation/reaction from the RO, but a full on different direction for the rest of the chapter based on who you choose. Most of them will involve leaving the house; all of them will involve actual one-on-one time (or one-on-two time, as the case may be) away from the others. And though romance isnāt required, all of them will have the potential to really move the romance forward if you so choose. One or two might even have a lock-in choice (maybe. Iām not 100 percent on that, so donāt hold me to it)Ā
These scenes wonāt be in the next update, because theyāre all very complex, but the update will definitely have the Seer chat and at least some of the by-yourself stuff. The update after will have the rest of the alone time stuff (including the clothes/body CC youāve all been waiting for), and then the one after will start the RO scenes. I think.
I may actually split the RO scenes into separate updates, and let my darlings over at Patreon vote for the order theyāre released. That way I can focus on one at a time instead of trying to split my attention six ways at once.
Okay, thatās enough rambling for me today. Time to get back to work! Still got a lot to get done before this is ready, but itās so close now.
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ššSPIRK FIC REC - MY FAVOURITESšš
As a follow up to my recent post about how few fics make it to my favourites list, and how special they are to achieve that distinction, I decided to share my current list.
Iāve shared some of these individually in the past but here youāll have them all together.Ā
If you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! š„°
(NB: these are not listed in any order of preference. Mostly itās the reverse order in which I read them)
Leave No Soul Behind by whochick Words: 258,951
AOS, AU Canon-Divergence. Spock, Kirk and the other valiant members of the Emergency Personnel Ambulance Service fight to save lives and turn the tide of the ongoing war against Nero and his fleet before itās too late. Such a beautiful slow burn for Spock and Kirk.
Atlas by distractedKat Words: 135,529
AOS. Follow on from 2009, Kirk, Spock and the rest deal with the aftermath of Neroās attack and rebuilding after the decimation of the āFleet and Academy. An exciting tale with twists and turns involving black ops, bad-mirals, action, love and fierce loyalty.
The Lotus Eaters by aldora89 Words: 93,594
AOS. Stranded on a planet together, with multiple dangers and very little hope of rescue, Jim and Spock have no choice but to rely on each other to survive. Spectacular plot, amazing world building, fabulous original character and an epic slow burn Spirk love story!
With Your Feet on the Air and Your Head on the Ground by flippyspoon Words: 39,188 @flippyspoon
SNW. A phenomenal Spirk fic in which Kirk is stuck in Spock's mind while the crew work to find a way to retrieve his body. A wonderful getting to know you/falling for you hard tale. Wonderfully written and highly entertaining.
Evolution by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS) Words: 149,293
AOS. Covering the first year of their 5 year mission, this is totally flawless. The character voices are perfection, the prose spectacular. The whole thing plays like an AOS movie. Itās phenomenal.
Emotions by LadyRa Words: 35,569
TOS. Spock gets drugged on a shore leave and is overwhelmed with its effects. Kirk tries to pick up the pieces. A beautiful, and wonderfully grounded, story of realising how much they mean to each other.
And When the Bond Breaks by LadyRa Words: 24,631
TOS. Spock takes out a shuttle to investigate an anomaly and returns to an Enterprise thatās not his own. Time travel shenanigans with such emotional depth that it will traumatise you in the best way. Stunningly good!
All Our Tomorrows Come Today by flippyspoon Words: 18,156 @flippyspoon
SNW. A newly introduced Jim and Spock accidentally get a glimpse into the future and see what theyāre going to be to each other (a.k.a. Spirkās Greatest Hits). A stunningly told story about finding the great love of your life.Ā
I Won't Make That Mistake Again by Moreta1848 Words: 69,402 @jennelikejennay
SNW/TOS. An epic story detailing Spock and Kirkās love throughout their lives, beginning from their meeting on Pikeās Enterprise (SNW) and continuing on to an eventualĀ Generations fix-it happy ending. Wonderful!
No Going Back, No Before by spirkme Words: 78,486 @spirkme915
SNW/TOS. Timeline shenanigans, spies, twists & turns, pining, angst, sacrifice and so so much love!
The 1,000 Hour Sleep by spqr Words: 27,227
SNW. Jimās been infected with a pathogen that means he canāt sleep, but it he doesnāt heāll die. Cue Spock and his Vulcan telepathy helping Jim to achieve the sleep he needs, while they get to know each other within their shared mindscapes. A sweet and exciting story about falling in love and overcoming your own inner demons.
First Best Destiny by Ophelia_j Words: 387,733
TOS/TNG. Such a very special fic. Epic in its scope, it covers the entire timeline of Spirk from their very first meeting through to aĀ clever and satisfying Generations fix-it ending. It provides extra scenes, additional dialogue and internal monologues to expand on existing canon in a really compelling and effective way. Truly this is my new TOS canon.
The Steadfastness of Stars by itsnatalie Words: 61,566
AOS. After Beyond, The crew investigate sudden climate change on a frozen planet and find more than they bargained for. The perfect mix of great plot, fun original characters, action, mystery, world building and deep deep love.
Let Forever Be by gunstreet Words: 43,446 @gunstreet
TOS. A really compelling character study of James T. Kirk. An excellent companion piece to City on the Edge of Forever. Exploring what Jim and Spock got up to, and all they had to overcome, while trying to find Bones and their way back home.
Time After Time by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 138,921
SNW. Kirk spends a 6 month rotation on the Enterprise as part of his command training. OK, if thereās a favourite of my favourites then this may be it. Itās such a stunning version of their love story, with a beautifully constructed plot. It runs the emotional gamut from moments that will have you laughing out loud to moments that will have you in floods of tears.Ā
milk and honey by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Words: 28,651
SNW. Kirk and Spock meet for the first time when they wake up in a prison cell together. A really fun, and extremely clever, version of the āaliens made them do itā trope. Itās intriguing and funny with a real depth of feeling throughout.
The Promised Land by gunstreet Words: 58,260 @gunstreet
TOS. A story that explores the time Jim and Spock spent apart between the end of the 5 year mission and TMP. Itās a beautiful story of reunion and renewal of love. Sometimes achingly sad, but itās worth it for the happy ending.
Again, if you've read any of these already then I'd love to hear your thoughts on whether you loved them as much as I did! š„°
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I just wanna tell you that yesterday I cried because I suddenly remembered Jungkook character in MH. Like, you explain his character in the story like he's the real person, he cares about y/n so much.šš
We all want that type of person in our life. Whether that person is in the form of father, mother, sister, friend etc.
And the last thing, I love u Mimi, your writing always makes me full, even though I've nothing. šš
Honestly, I think MH Jk is the best character Iāve ever written. Love love love him!! And Iām glad so many of you do as well š thank you for the kind words! š«¶
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źØStardew Valley Headcannons: Artist farmer leaves a sketch for their love interest to find źØ
This took me so long to write, Iāll cry if this flops, but its fine ;-;
I might draw out the poses honestlyā¦ gives me something to do hehe Xp
No warnings, fluff, comfort, GN!Reader
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~Maldo
į”£š© Penny į”£š©: Ooooh this sweet child, I just want to take her away from all of her troubles-
~Itās been a long day for Penny. Sheās been spending most of the day tutoring Vincent and Jas, taking them out into the wilderness and to the library. Standing outside for a moment while the rain pelted the library rooftops. Of course, eagerly chatting with farmer while they ran around town doing their usual chores.
~ Between all that of course sheād have a altercation with her mother. Nothing she canāt handle but that dosenāt mean it dosenāt hurt any less. So, she practically dragged her feet back to her camper (RV? Whatever that thing is called).
~She reaches out for the handle of the door, then she stops. What thisā¦?Her eyes blowing open slightly as she sees a neat envelope sticking out of the crack in the door. She seeās her name written in a sparkly gel pen as she retrieves from the door. Her heart starts to beat a bit harder in chestā¦
~She carefully opens the envelope. The scent of a sweet smelling perfume pulls at her heart strings further. Someone must have put a lot of thought into this little giftā¦for herā¦?
~Unfolding the paper from inside, she takes in a sharp breath. Itās a portrait drawing, of her sitting in fields. Itās gorgeousā¦ It looks exactly like herā¦ Penny marvels at each pencil stroke. Even the little smudges at the ends of the paper catch her eye. She almost feels like crying. And a single tear does fall when she sees the signature at the bottom.
From: (Farmer)
~The farmer, as if one Que, appears behind her. āOh you found it! I was worried it might-ā
~She canāt hold herself back from throwing her arms around the farmer and hugging them tight. The farmer returning the embrace happily. Penny didnāt know how the farmer knew, but she needed to see this after the kind of day shes had.
~She frames the drawing and keeps it in a special place her mother canāt find. Often looking at it when she needs a pick me up and instantly she feels a little better about life.
į”£š©Shane į”£š© Disclaimer: Due to my own personal experiences/triggers Iāve been warned by my friends I shouldnāt play his route and Iāve only really picked up things here and there so it may not be perfect, but I still want to include him as he is still very deserving of affection. That being said, this is where farmer and Shane have a few hearts between each other and he dosenāt hate them entirely ^^
~Another late night walking back alone to his Auntās house from the saloon. His head is swimming with all the beer in his veins, swaying from side to side on his feet as he walks. Eventually arriving to his doorstep, through his blurry visions. He makes out his name on the front of his door. āShaaaneā¦ thats my name.ā
~His a bit confused at first. Reaching out to touch the letters of his name written in the sparkling gel ink. Thatās when realized his name is written on an envelope of some kind. The confusion on his face only deepens. What kind of joke was this? He certainly wasnāt laughing.
~He grumbled as he fumbled with opening the letter. Revealing the picture of himself with his chicken Charlieā¦ He blinksā¦ and blinks againā¦ He stares at the picture for a long time. His drunken mind unable to process what his looking at. At the bottom of the page he reads:
āFrom (Farmer)ā
~He feels a tightness form in his chest. He almost wants to be angry the farmer left this for him to findā¦ Yetā¦ he thumbs over the thin strides of ink forming his face.
~After several minutes of just standing there holding the drawing, he carefully tucks the drawing into his coat pocket. Wondering inside and briefly forgetting about it as he throws himself into bed to sleep off the hangover. The farmer somehow finding themselves into his dreams.
~He wonāt bring up the drawing for a few days I think. Not exactly knowing what to say. It isnāt until he sees the farmer one random afternoon buying supplies from Marnie that he catches them before they leave.
āUhh, thanks for this.ā He takes the folded piece of paper out from his pocket, unable to look the farmer in their eyes. āItās niceā¦ā
į”£š©Maru į”£š©
Sheās having her afternoon sit near the saloon. Enjoying the warm air and peaceful chirping of the birds near by. Penny usually does by to sit with her sometimes, but sheās pleasantly surprised to find the farmer waving at them. A brand new battery pack in their hand, instantly she perks up, wondering if perhapsā¦
~ It is! Sheās overjoyed to receive another battery pack from the farmer. Maru already knows the exactly project sheāll use it for. She waves the farmer good bye as they have other things to do.
~Once theyāve gone. Something feels differentā¦ about this battery pack. Sitting back down and inspecting the object more closely. She noticed theres something attached to the battery. An envelope with her name written on it. āHmmm?ā
~Cursorily, she thumbed the letter open. Using the upmost of care to unravel the drawing inside. Her eyes went wide with surprise. A drawing of her at the clinic writing something on a clipboard. It was soā¦ life like. Just by looking it over, Maru could tell it was done with care. She smiled fondly. A loud, she read: āFrom, (Farmer)
~Quickly, she hurried after the farmer, hoping they hadnāt gotten to far. Seeing them about to head back to their farm, she blitzed it. Hugging them from behind as she reached them. āThank you farmer! This is the best!ā
~Another one to frame it and place it somewhere special. Considers it one of her most prized possessions.
į”£š©Sebastian į”£š©
~Lizard blinking at 10am in the morning. Sebastian reaches to turn the alarm off on his phone. He groans and grumbles for a few minutes before deciding to sit up and move over to his computer. He placed his fingers on his keyboard, the abruptly stopped when he felt a strange sensation on the pads of his fingers.
~Tilting his head, he spottedā¦ an envelope His name written in a neat sparkly cursive. Ughā¦ he hoped this wasnāt a joke from his mother. He carelessly ripped the envelope open, though he was careful with the contents inside. Unfolding the paper, his eyes landed on a drawing of himā¦ one of him working on his motorcycle. One of the corners of the page reading: From (Farmer)
~Sebastian.exe has stopped working-
~He takes a slow deep breath in, heart beating wildly inside his chest. He found the gesture to be soā¦ sweet. Sebastian admires the piece for a long while before he can focus on anything. He places it somewhere safe but where he can still admire it within his working space. Itās all he can think about for the entire days (And probably for several days after)
~In the evening time, he purposely places himself near the mines so he can show his appreciation to the farmer. He waves them over as soon as he sees them. He becomes a little shy rubbing the back of his neck nervously, but he does want to say something. āHey, I found the drawing on my deskā¦ Thank youā¦ That was very kind of youā¦ā Will hesitate to go in for a hug but if farmer meets them halfway he will gladly embrace them.
į”£š©Leahį”£š© Disclaimer#2: I havenāt tried to romance Leah yet and I know the very baseline of her personality so I apologize (again) if this one isnāt perfect but also still wanted to include her.
~Leahās been inside her small home for most of the afternoon working on her latest project. Deciding to take a stroll through town to take a small break and stretch her limbs out. She opens her door and catches the glimpse of something fluttering downward and landing on her door mat. An envelope? What could this be?
~ Inspecting the object, she traces her finger over her name. Some of the glitter from the Gel pen rubbing off. She canāt hide the smile that creeps onto her face. Sheās a bit giddy over receiving something so mysterious and thoughtful!
~She opens the letter and finds the portrait of herself inside. Sheās smiling happily with her house in the background. Lead is amazed by the penmanship. Her eyes glaze over every detail, her heart swelling with emotion. At the bottom of the page is a signature: From (Farmer). She lets out a happy squeal and lightly presses the drawing to her chest.
~Quickly, she runs inside to find a frame for the piece. Placing it on a special place on her wall where she can easily admire it. Then she takes off into town as originally planned. Now with a new motive in mind.
~Sheās happy to find the farmer running around town. Lead quickly catches them and pulls them into a warm hug. āFarmer! I didnāt know you could draw! I love the gift you left for me! We should have drawing sessions together!ā Sheās just so happy and excited to have someone to relate too and the gesture was so sweet to her.
į”£š©Sam(son) į”£š©
~Okay, okay, so his already well into his morning routine before he notices anything. He comes back into his room to retrieve his skateboard when he then notices something tapped to it. An envelope with his name written on it. He eyes cursorily as he picks it up. Honestly having no idea what the letter could possibly be about.
~Opening it up, he find the drawing of him on his skateboard. A really well done drawing of him on his skateboard. āWow.ā He grips both ends of the paper and takes a moment to admire it. Eventually finding the signature at the bottom corner of the page. From: (Farmer).
~He breaks out into a wide smile. He can feel the warmth of his own face and his heart swoons. He places the drawing on his dresser before taking off without his skateboard. He briefly pauses outside, having mean to have grabbed it. But his brain is spinning so much he just waves off the skateboard and takes off on foot to see if the farmer might be wondering around somewhere.
~And his right. He catches them coming out of the community center. He approaches them with a smile thats returned to him. āSo, when did you have time to sneak into my room hm?ā He teases lightly, and they share a laugh together. āHey but really, that was really nice of you. Youāre really talented!ā
~Another one to become shy when he goes in for a hug but once he feels the farmer wrap their arms around him, his content.
~Heāll stick around a moment to catch up with farmer, inviting them to hangout with him and his friends sometime at the saloon. He gives them one last hug before letting them get back to their work. The whole walk home his smiling like his on top of the world.
~ Tapes up the drawing somewhere in his room, his mom asks him about one time and he blushed the whole time as he explained the farmer gave it to him. Mom finds it sweet and teases her son about it.
į”£š© Haleyį”£š©
~ Haley opens the door to her shared home and finds the farmer standing there, mud and all, trying to place the envelope of the frame of her door. They stare at each other for a moment before he nose scrunches up as she notices the mud caked around their boots. āWhat are you doing?ā She asks a bit dryly before she notices her name inscribed on the letter.
~āOh! Is that for me?ā She plucks the letter from the farmers hand before they have anytime to explain themselves. They stand there awkwardly as she doesnāt hesitate to rip the letter open. Revealing the drawing of her with her camera. Her face turns into one of surprise, a little oh leave her lips. itās a bit hard to tell at first if she likes the drawingā¦
~Then she smiles gleefully. Spinning around with the drawing still in her hands and hugging it to her chest (not so gently as Leah but the drawings fine ^^). She goes to hug the farmer but stops when they realize theyāre still covered in mud. So, instead, she gently lays her hand on their shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.
~āYou made me look so pretty! Thank you! If you maybeā¦ clean up a little maybe you can join Emily and I for dinner?ā The farmer happily agrees. At dinner time is when Haley hugs them properly now that their clean. Even going as far as to compliment the shampoo they used. āSo much better now that all the mud is gone!ā (Itās a compliment, I promise)
~At dinner time, the farmer can see Haleyās placed the drawing in a frame and has it in her living room where everyone can gaze upon her beauty capture by the farmer.
į”£š© Harveyį”£š©
~āAlright (Farmer), just take this medication as directed and make sure to stay hydrated okay? And try to be careful in those mines!ā Harveyās gives the farmer a friendly smile as they are discharged from their clinic. Linus having brought them him when he found them exhausted in mines some time during the day. He was glad to see they were alright and hoped they found some time to get some rest.
~As his going to finalize his paperwork and pass it on to Maru, he sees an envelope on top of his other paperworkā¦ when did that get there? He read his name on the letter, lightly pulling it from his clip board. He rest up against the counter, pulling the drawing from inside. A drawing of him taking a stroll through the patchy area in town. Itās so lovelyā¦ it takes him a moment to realize it is him. āFromā¦ (Farmer)ā
~His so touched by the kind gesture he just stand there for a long time. Maru has to come find him to notify him he has Marnie waiting for him and he quickly has to tuck away the piece of paper in his coat. Clearing his throat and desperately trying to compose himself. āSir your face is a little red are you okay?ā
Stutters out a: āO-Oh yes! I-Iām fine just a little warm is all.ā
~His a little distracted throughout the day and he canāt seem to stifle the rapid beating of his heart. His already thinking of something he can give to the farmer as appreciationā¦ but he canāt seem to find anything he deems would speak his gratitudeā¦ Oh well maybeā¦!
~After locking up the clinic for the day, he catches the farmer out of the corner of his eye. He hollers for them and smiles brightly as they approach him. He lightly scolds them for not being in bed and resting, but quickly forgives them when they show him the bottle of water tucked away in their overalls (Or however farmer may carry this item ^^)
~āOh and thank you for the uhā¦ letter you left me. That was nice of youā¦ā Is a blushing red mess and his nervously fiddling with his hands. āUm donāt worry about the bill this time. Iāll take care of itā¦ just this one.ā His startled when the farmer hugs him out of nowhere. The scent of the earth coming of their clothes makes his mind go a little blank., though deep down he enjoys the interaction.
~Has the drawing carefully tapped onto his clipboard so he always had it with him.
į”£š©Emilyį”£š©
~Emilyās happily bursts through the doors of the saloon for her shift. There dosenāt seem to be too many patrons yet as she walked over to the other side of the counter. Gus appeares suddenly and catches her attention. āHey! Secret admirer left this for you.ā He claims with a wink as he slides over an envelope to her.
~āOh! A secret admirer?ā She looks at her name on the letter fondly. Closing her eyes as she holds it up above her face, almost if she were trying to conjure a face of who would have left this for her. The anticipation becomes too much as none of the faces she makes seemās right. She impatiently opens the letter and finds the drawing of her dancing elegantly inside.
~She gasps and her eyes double in sizeā¦. Then promptly screams in absolute delight, jumping up and down on her feet. Gus shaking his head and smiling in the back ground while he prepares for the salon. āMake sure to read the bottom left corner.ā When Emily hears this, she seizes her jumping and looks back at the drawing. From: (Farmer)
~ Itās at that exact moment farmer walks through the front doors. Emily sequels happily upon seeing them. Immediately running to practically jump into their arms. ā(Farmer)! This is so sweet, I love it so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you!ā She gives you a tender kiss on the cheek that has farmer melting. Me too farmer, me too.
~Invites them to have a drink at the bar while she works. Every so often coming over to talk with them. Anyone can tell she has an extra pep in her step and her eyes are dazzling every chance she speaks with the farmer.
~ Frames the drawing and places it in a special spot in her room. Frequently picks it up and talks to it as if it the farmer themselves.
į”£š©Elliotį”£š©
~Elliot is peacefully taking his afternoon walk, his mind a bit busy with thinking about his writings. On his way back, he crosses paths with the farmer. Seemingly in a mad dash to get where they were going, though they do wave at each other and smile before they disappear from his sight.
~Upon returning home, he instantly spots the envelope on his door. āMy, my, what is this?ā He says to himself, gingerly picking up the letter and delicately prying it open. Inside, is a beautiful drawing of him at his piano. A hushed gasp leaves his lips. He covers his mouth with his finger tips as his in pleasant shock. His eyes travel all over the drawing until he finds the signature at the bottom. From: (Farmer)
~He shakes his with a smile on his face. āOh, that farmer.ā He speaks lovingly. He takes the drawing inside where he sets it on his piano like a sheet of music. Theres something brand new brewing in his mind. He sits himself before the piano, fingers tapping away at the keys experimentally. Until theres a new song dancing on them. Itās not long before his scribbling notes on blanks sheet music.
~Before the sun goes down, Elliot decides to take one final stroll through town. In hopes to find the farmer still running their many errands. Lucky for him, he finds them doing just that. Snagging them as gently as he by the arm, he playfully swings them around. āThere you are (Farmer)! If I may have a few moments of your time.ā
~Sits them down on the nearest bench and shows them the song he wrote for them. (Yay swooning yet?) Together they sit and chat long after the suns gone down. Invites them over the following day so he can preform said song for them. āFor your art of me. I was touched by it (farmer), allow me to show you my appreciation.
~The drawing sits on one side of his piano much like sheet music
į”£š©Abigail į”£š©
~Abigail is wondering the valley late into the evening. Hitting all of her usual spots and now headed for the graveyard. Itās a pretty normal evening when she first arrives. Then theres something laying on the ground that catches her eye. An envelope with her name on it, sitting in the middle of a gravestone. āOoooh, spooky!ā
~She reached for the envelope and looks over the writing. She turns it over a few times to see if thereās anything else mysterious about the object. When she dosenāt find anything more, Abigail opens the letter. Finding a drawing of her playing her instrument in a majestic looking manner. āFrom: (Farmer)ā
~She holds the drawing up to the light to admire the details closer. Sheās so touched by the gesture. She has half the mind to run over to the farmers house right now. But decided to simply find them in the morning. By the time she gets there, theyāll be long asleep.
~Best believe as soon as she wakes up for the day shes at the farmers door knocking. When they open the door, she dosenāt waste a second in throwing her arms around the farmers neck in an embrace. āThank you so much for the drawing! Itās beautiful! I had to come over and say thank you!ā
~Sheāll stay awhile and chat with the farmer before heading home. But not before she invites them over to possibly have a game night or hangout at the salon.
~Frames the picture and has it in her room where she sees it at least once each day.
į”£š©Alexį”£š©
~His outside throwing the football to himself before deciding to come inside. His grandparents are out and about at the moment, so he decides to sit at the kitchen table. Once his settled, he noticed something on the table. White envelope sitting undisturbed with his name on the front.
~Thinking its a note from his grandmother, he opens it without a second thought. His face drops when he sees the drawing of him inside. Football in hand. He gawks for a moment, totally caught off guard by the illustration. At the bottom he finds the infamous signature: From: (Farmer)
~He smirks at the discovery. Leaning his head into his palm while still holding the paper with admiration in his eyes. His ears momentarily perk up as he hears a familiar voice outside. His granny, and behold, the farmer themselves!
~Alex quickly gets up from his chair and quickly makes his way outside. Nearly running into his grandmother, she walks inside with a happy, knowing smile on her face. Chasing after the farmer, he catches them just in time. āRunning away when youāve left me such a charming gift?ā His smirking but his mostly playing around.
~ Chats with the farmer and manages to slip in they should come over for dinner with him and his grandparents. To which farmer gladly agrees.
~While Alex was away flirting with the Farmer, his grandmother finds the image on the table and decides to place it on the fridge. Alex dosenāt have the heart to move and honestly its the perfect place for it.
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Blood Ties Chapter 9
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Warnings: Brief mentions of pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms
A/N: Not quite as long as previous chapters but I digress.
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You heard voices surrounding you, some loud and urgent while others almost whispered. You knew them, that was for certain but the stygian fog shrouding your consciousness forbade you from seeking information you knew you had. You were too tired to care, never even opening your eyes before you once again surrendered to oblivion.Ā
The second time you became aware, it was quick. Your eyes opened, a reflex to the fear that immediately took hold and had you trying to sit up. You didnāt get far. You were so weak; your arms refused to hold your weight. When you collapsed back onto the soft pillow, something in your right arm pinched. It didnāt exactly hurt, but it did draw your attention to the tubing running from the crook of your elbow up to a clear bag hanging from the bedpost.Ā
āYouāre awake.ā
Your head rolled to the left, wide eyes meeting the soft gaze of an older gentleman. The first thing you noticed was that he was so clean, dressed in a nice button-up and black trousers. His white hair was neatly combed and clearly cared after. Your confusion must have been distinctly written across your face because he went on with providing a little more detail.Ā
āMy name is Hershel. You were brought here in quite the state, young lady. You were severely dehydrated. Quite honestly, I still fear that there may be some damage to your kidneys but we will just need to wait and see.ā
You were still so tired. āWhere the hell am I?ā The manā- Hershel ā-pinned you with a chastising stare but it disappeared just as quickly.Ā
āYouāre in my home.ā
You didnāt acknowledge the reply, adjusting your gaze to the ceiling. You didnāt remember much aside from the pain.Ā
And Daryl.Ā
Those eyesā- blue like a mountain lake ā-had been brimming with concern; and then determination. He had brought you there. You knew he had to be terrified forā-
āThe baby!ā You suddenly gasped, palms pressed hard over your stomach. āIs my baby okay?!ā
Hershel was already holding up his hands in a placating gesture, nodding slowly. āIām aware. Your husband filled me in on everything. Quite crudely, I might add.āĀ
You snorted weakly. āHeās not my husband.āĀ
Hershelās gaze wandered over to the far side of the room, a low, steady hum emitting from behind closed lips. āI see. Well, in any case, I happen to have a POCUS machine here for use on the springing heifers. Now, Iām no medical doctor, but I was able to locate the fetus and a strong heartbeat. Your baby seems to be healthy, though I can make no guarantees.ā
You let out a breath you didnāt realize you were holding, fingertips absently brushing back and forth over your abdomen. āYou said youāre not a medical doctor.ā
āThatās correct.ā
You pulled a face, willing your tired brain to fill in the blanks before Hershel could simply tell you. A lightbulb sparked to life. āYouāre a vet.ā
āI am.ā He moved around the bed, carefully eyeing the tubing connected to your arm and then the bag. He seemed concerned but said nothing. āYou need to rest. Weāre going to try to get some bland food in you along with some water. Of course, Iāve never had to treat hyperemesis gravidarum but I have medical journals that will help.ā
You raised your head slightly, an inquisitive eyebrow arched. āHyper who the what?ā
He chuckled, making his way toward the door. āThatās exactly what yourā- whatever your relationship is. Anyway, thatās exactly what he said.ā He motioned toward the far corner of the room, where his gaze had ventured moments before. Curiosity got the better of you and you forced yourself up, one arm at a time to rest on your elbows. Your arms trembled with the effort. It didn't matter because you were too overwhelmed by the warm feeling stirring in your chest.Ā
Daryl was slumped in a chair, chin on his chest, and fast asleep.Ā
āHe hasnāt left this room.ā The veterinarian offered, turning toward the door. āThe condition is severe nausea and vomiting. From my reading, itās hard to control even with medication. Youāll likely need fluids periodically throughout your pregnancy. Weāll discuss this more once youāve regained some strength. For now, rest, sips of water, and small, bland meals.ā
Your stomach churned at just the thought. āIāll just throw it all up.ā
He nodded in agreement, but didnāt seem pessimistic. āIāve discussed this with him,ā Hershel tilted his head toward the sleeping hunter. āMy daughter has a list and will be leaving tomorrow morning to gather what we need. The Korean boy will be accompanying her.ā He nodded and stepped over the threshold before you called out.Ā
āIs Carl okay?ā
āHeās not completely out of the woods but I expect heāll make a full recovery.āĀ
That made you smile. At least one of the children would be okay. With the information you were just given, you still worried for your own baby. āThank you, Hershel.ā
With a tight smile, he nodded and closed the door.Ā
You laid back and let everything digest. You were going to have 7 months or so of what sounded like pure hell. Youād need access to constant medication. And the man couldnāt even guarantee that the baby in your belly was indeed healthy. If ever you felt like a burden to the group, it was at that moment.Ā
Would they even allow you to stay?
You placed both hands on your belly and rubbed in soft circles. āYouāve decided to start giving me hell early, huh, little thumper?ā
āLilā thumper?āĀ
You raised your head as far as you could, finding Daryl sitting on the edge of the chair with his elbows on his knees while he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He looked exhausted despite having just been asleep.Ā
He hasnāt left this room.Ā
āHey.ā Your smile was feeble at best. Your body felt heavy and it ached, but the cramping had mercifully stopped. The hunter gave a slight nod to greet you just before he stood to stretch, his joints protesting. āHow long have I been here?ā
āJusā over a day.ā Your eyes tracked him crossing the room. When he was close enough, he snatched up the unused pillow. Leaning forward with one knee on the mattress, he slid a hand under the back of your head to assist you with sitting up. The second pillow was placed behind you and left you at least elevated enough to hold a conversation in relative comfort.Ā
Your eyes downcast, you muttered a quiet āthank youā. Daryl simply nodded, shifting from foot to foot in a nervous cadence, likely unsure of what to do.Ā
He suddenly cleared his throat. āThink ya can drink some water?āĀ
Until that moment, you hadnāt paid any mind to how dry your mouth was. āYeah. Yeah, I can try.āĀ
The archer nodded, bringing his thumb to his mouth to chew on the side all the way around the bed where a glass of water was sitting on a bedside table. He removed the digit from his mouth in favor of fetching the drink.Ā
Daryl held it out to you, eyeing your trembling hand lifting to accept it. āWait.ā He settled his hip on the edge of the mattress and brought the glass to your lips. āYer gonā spill it if ya try by yerself.ā With an aggrieved whine, you parted your lips so he could tip the glass. When he tried to take it away after a mere two sips, you brought your hand up to hold it in place, yearning for just a little more. āNuh uh. Canā have too much. Tryinā ta keep it all on the inside.āĀ
Bottom lip jutted out, you decided you werenāt beyond beggingā¦until you realized your hand was covering his on the glass. Your need was promptly forgotten. You watched Darylās gaze follow your appendage but he placed the glass back on the table without commenting.
Probably for the best.Ā
He didnāt remain on the bed long after that. Rubbing his palms over his thighs, he stood and walked over to the window, pushing the curtain aside.Ā Ā
āDid you, uh, get to see it?ā You asked, needlessly smoothing the blankets over your lap. Daryl looked at you questioningly. āThe baby. Did you get to see?ā
āMhm.ā He looked back out the window. āDidnā really know what Iās sāposed ta be looking at. There was this lilāā-ā he made a gesture with his hand that you werenāt sure how to interpret, āI donā know, like a flashing. He said it was the heartbeat.ā
You hummed and brushed your fingers over your belly again. āWish I couldāve seen it.ā
āMhm.ā He nodded but kept his eyes on whatever he was watching outside, if there really was anything there at all. There was a sudden discontent in the air; the same thick tension you had felt in the truck that first day after he found you.Ā
āHe said you stayed the whole time.ā
āCourse I did.ā His voice had lowered to a point where you were surprised you could hear him. āSāmy kid in there. Needed ta make sure evārything was okay. We donā know these people.ā
It felt like a punch to the gut. You had been telling yourself all along that the baby was all Daryl cared about. Heād almost made that perfectly clear, until the forest. Something in his eyes had shifted, and the way he spoke to you. He had been so coarse up until you admitted that you had been wrong. Then his touches were gentle, his voice even more so.Ā
But now, you wondered if maybe you had imagined it. You chewed on your lip, glancing up at him every few seconds. It might finally be the right time. You had no doubt that he would stop you if it wasnāt.Ā
āIām really sorry, Daryl.ā You willed him to look at you; it was imperative that he actually witnessed your sincerity. You had never meant to hurt him.Ā
āāBout whaā?ā He asked, just before he obliged your unspoken request. He started to turn back to the window but it appeared he thought better of it and held your gaze.Ā
āI only knew for less than a day.ā You waited to be dismissed; for him to snap at you and stomp out of the room.Ā
He did neither.Ā
You slowly repositioned yourself, suddenly uncomfortable under his stare. He was giving you his attention; finally hearing what you had to say, only for you to be terrified to continue.Ā
āI, umā¦ I found out from the blood test. I went to see Jenner after supper. I came to tell you that night butā¦ I got scared and then you kissed me and Iā¦ā you lowered your head, the stark white sheet suddenly very interesting. āIām just sorry. I'm sorry you had to find out the way you did. I should have told you.ā
The silence carried on, suffocating and loud. You were certain he could hear the intensity of your thundering heart from across the room. A tear tickled your skin as it cascaded down your cheek, almost conjuring a laugh when you realized you were hydrated enough to actually cry.Ā
āSāok.ā Your wet, shining eyes locked on him immediately. He was looking out the window again, but somehow looked calmer. That tenseness in his stance had softened. āI shouldnāa been such a asshole.ā
You gave a wet laugh, the acceptance of your apology having more of an effect on you than you could have imagined. Naturally, Daryl was looking at you with an inquisitive brow arched. āIām not laughing at you.ā You assured him with a useless gesture, waving your hands. āHormones, I guess?ā
There was a very slow nod that meant āI have no idea what that means but Iāll take your word for it.ā He watched you nervously until the waterworks dried up, seemingly afraid to approach while you were having your moment. You were still sniffling when he sat down on the edge of the mattress again and grabbed the water glass. āA lilā more nā Iāll go down ta see whaā we can do ābout some food fer ya.ā
And right on cue, your stomach rumbled while your cheeks reddened.Ā
Hershel had discovered some Odansetron in his supplies and was able to work out a safe dose for you with the help of the medical journals. It had made you a little drowsy but not so much so that you didnāt laugh and smile broadly when the waves of nausea all but ceased for the first time in days!Ā
Daryl brought you one scrambled egg and half a piece of toast with no butter. He was forced to snatch away your fork when you almost crammed the entirety of the egg in your mouth in one bite.Ā
āSlow down. Aināt nobody gonā take it from ya. Jesus.ā He handed the utensil back after you promised to take your time. It was difficult but you managed to keep that promise.Ā
Now you were curled up under the sheets, eyes heavy and stomach full. You felt better than you had since first arriving into the small group. Sleepy, but better. The fluids would continue at least throughout the night, Hershel had said. He would give you another injection of the antiemetic when it was time, just to keep your symptoms under control until his daughter could hopefully find some in tablet form.Ā
The room was near silent, which didnāt bother you now that Daryl had heard your apology and accepted it. He may only be worrying about his baby but he at least wasnāt angry with you anymore. You still had a lot to talk about but it was more related to planning for childbirth and parenting during an apocalypse. So, for now, you melted into the bed and closed your eyes.Ā
Daryl yawned from the chair in the corner. Your eyes were quick to open. The hunter had protected you, had been protecting you from the moment he carried you out of the woods. How cruel was it for you, pregnant or not, to be in a nice, cozy bed while he was slumped in a very uncomfortable-looking chair.Ā
āHey, Daryl?ā You didnāt move from the comfortable position you had found but you were able to call out loud enough for him to hear. He grunted in reply, which you wanted to chuckle at for whatever reason. āCan you come over here for a sec?āĀ
There was a sigh before you heard the chair slightly shift when he rose from it. He actually approached the side your back was turned toward, probably assuming you wanted the water glass. You were able to roll onto your other side, careful of the IV. You were definitely improving. That movement alone would have been impossible when you had first awakened.Ā
Daryl actually looked tired. Worry and near sleepless nights had that effect, you supposed. His hand wrapped around the glass but you extended yours before he could pick it up.Ā
āThank you, but thatās not what I needed.ā You smiled gently.Ā
āWhaā is it then? Gettinā up early ta look fer the girl. Need ta get some sleep.ā
You were careful about scooting backwards, maneuvering the tubing so it was against the headboard and not across the mattress. Situated comfortably, you lifted the blankets on the other side.Ā
āGet in.ā
He arched a brow, the question of āare you seriousā neednāt have been spoken aloud.Ā
āUgh, always thinking with your dick.ā You rolled your eyes and chuckled lightly. āNo, I just want you to sleep here. Iāll keep my hands to myself.ā Now his brow drew inward, skeptically.Ā
āWhy?ā
āBecause Iām not sure I could even have sex right nowā-āĀ
āNot that.ā He snorted and shook his head. āWhy dāya want me ta sleep there?ā
Did he just assume you didnāt want him near you because of everything? He never questioned any time you had wanted him buried inside you but looked honestly confused that youād want him near you otherwise. āBecause you need to rest too. Itās been crazy out there. But weāre safe right nowā-ā
āAināt never safe.ā
āThanks, captain optimistic.ā You deadpanned, releasing the sheets be keeping your hand splayed out on the mattress. āSeriously, whether or not itās safe out there doesnāt matter. You make me feel safe. And Iād really like it if youād sleep here.ā When he didnāt answer immediately, you added a quiet āpleaseā that seemed to break his resolve.Ā
āYer ridiculous.ā You were sure that was just the Daryl method of diffusing a situation that had become too uncomfortable for him to handle. Regardless, he sat down and began taking off his boots. You gave up the second pillow and snuggled back into your own, watching the soft light from the bedside lamp cause shadows to dance across him while he got comfortable. Of course, he opted to lie on his back on top of the blanket.Ā
āBetter than the chair?ā You were smiling smugly when he rolled his head toward you. He scoffed and returned his gaze to the ceiling. In seconds, his eyelids were drooping, along with your own. You took a deep, content breath and allowed yourself to relax and begin to give in to the call of sleep.Ā
Just as the last dregs of consciousness began to release their hold, you could have sworn you heard him say āmuch better than the chair.ā
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summary: while having a private moment with your boss, the ceo unexpectedly drops byā¦ or so you think.
pairings: Boss!Layla El-Faouly x afab intern!reader x CEO!Marc Spector.
warnings: 18+ only -> mdni. Alt Universe. slight dubcon but reader is willing. power imbalance. free use. f/f -> f/m. established relationship (layla x reader). oral sex (fem receiving). fingering. sex in a private office. dirty talk. praise kink. cum feeding. cream pie.
word count: 3.8k š
authorās note: if a fic could come to life, i'd choose this one. thank you to @ghotifishreads for beta'ing and the mental support. i haven't written a fic this long in a while. hope you enjoy. š
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āI have the paperwork all ready for you to sign, Ms. El-Faouly.ā
Your boss, Layla, peers up at you with her deep brown eyes from behind her monitor. āHey, one second. Iāve got to finish this email real quick.ā She sends you a soft smile in return before nodding to the right towards a big stack of papers sitting messily on her desk.
Layla had one of the corner offices and youād be lying if you said it wasnāt your favorite spot in the entire building. It floods with sunlight all day long and itās got a great view of the city. Layla was also another reason why it was your favorite.
āHow was your day?ā She asks, typing as you place the paperwork on top of the stack.
Sheās wearing that dark gray, silk blouse and skirt combo you helped her pick out last week during a night out on the town. You told her it made her look powerful and inviting as you got down on your knees for her later that same evening.Ā
āItās going alright.ā You sigh, drawing imaginary patterns on the corner of her desk.
Layla clicks send on the email and turns her attention to you. She leans her elbows on the edge of her desk with a pensive brow. You can see her brain working on ways to fix your problems before you even tell her. āWhatās wrong?ā
You canāt help but laugh. āNothing is wrong, I swear.ā You raise your hands, shaking your head while the gorgeous woman looks you over quizzically.
Stretching your arms over her desk, you grasp her hands, giving them a squeeze. āHonestly, Iām fine. I just..ā
Ā āWhat is it?ā she asks, tucking a few strands of her wild curls behind her ear. She leads you around her desk by your clenched hands and pins your chin between her thumb and forefinger. āTell me.ā
Your eyes dance around the room, landing everywhere but on her. She gives your chin a slight shake and forces your eyes back to hers.
You take a deep breath. āAm I doing a good job?āĀ
Laylaās heart sinks. āOf course you are. Why on earth-ā
āItās just, itās so much work.ā You cut her off, spilling your worries now that the dam has been broken. āI hate not being able to get everything to you on time. Not to mention thereās so much paperwork. No one ever says thank you but theyāll definitely yell when youāve done something wrong. I donāt know if Iām doing things right-ā
āCāmere, baby.ā She ceases your ramble and pulls you down into her lap and into a searing kiss that makes your head swirl.
Tender, yet fierce lips encompass your own, stealing your gasps with fond affection as she winds her arms around your waist and maneuvers you into the position she wants.Ā
You settle into the pose, kneeling over her lap with your legs on the outsides of her thighs, the cushion of her expensive chair a grateful soft bedding as she forms you to her body.Ā
āShould we really be doing this?ā You ask between broken, breathless kisses. It was after 5pm, so it was less likely anyone would walk in on you and her. Still, hesitation nestled in your belly.Ā Ā
āEveryone is gone for the night.ā She confirms before lewdly dragging her tongue along the seam of your lips. āThereās no need to worry about them.ā
Layla presses her forehead against yours sensing your apprehension. She searches your timid eyes for a moment trying to find the right words to express her gratitude.
āYouāre doing a wonderful job. Iāve gotten no complaints from anyone. So if they have an issue, they havenāt told anyone,ā she says, holding your gaze. āIām sorry I havenāt told you more about how lucky I am to have you. My life has been so much better since you started working here.ā
She holds your face, rubbing her thumb along the apple of your cheek. āIn more ways than one.ā She winks, playfully.
āLayla!ā You gasp, lightly swatting her on the chest.
She sends you a look you know all too well. The raised eyebrow and slightly parted lips mean trouble is coming. In a good way.
āOh, baby, you donāt know what you started.ā Her hands tickle your ribs in a flash making your eyes bug as you try to keep your giggles at bay. You squirm incessantly in her lap, wishing you could break free but she had a strong hold around your waist.
Your skirt slid up your thighs in the process of all your wriggling, no longer hiding your want for her as your panties are noticeably soaked through.
āOh, baby, you really are desperate for me.ā She coos, eyes growing soft as she feigns a pout. āPoor baby.ā
She skillfully undoes the pearly buttons on your white, flower-patterned blouse, sliding the thin material off your shoulders and onto the floor. Soft, warm hands palm your breasts, feeling your heartbeat beneath your skin before she makes you gasp by wickedly pinching your sensitive nipples.
She teases her fingers down further then and along the soaked cloth of your panties, drawing light circles over your throbbing, hidden clit. You whimper into her chocolate curls, a soft pathetic mewl, begging her for more as you perch wearily in her lap.Ā
āWhat do you say?ā she asks with a sharp tongue and pointed stare.Ā
She weaves her arm around your hips, smoothing a palm over the curve of your ass and dragging your panties down in the process before seeking out your aching warmth once more. A well-manicured finger teases down the slick, puffy seam of you from behind, teasing and torturing you until sheās satisfied. She loves breaking you into little pieces and putting you back together.Ā
āPlease-ā You gasp as your hips buck on their own accord, chasing her fingers for relief. āPlease, Layla.ā
The older womanās painted lips tug into a sly smile, āThatās my good girl.ā
Your world is consumed. Her brunette curls smell of lavender and spice. They tickle your cheek and senses as she plays your body like a well tuned piano. Her hold on you is immense. Thereās never any doubt that she doesnāt adore you.
āLook at me, sweetheart.ā Layla coos, grasping the back of your neck with her free hand as her other cups your searing mound. You jolt from the touch but do as she says, meeting her soft yet stoic expression with watery eyes.
She pins you with a firm stare as she slowly presses two fingers into your soaked core. You know better than to turn your gaze from her but your eyes flutter as she finally grants you the sweet relief youāve been begging for.
āThatās my good girl,ā Layla praises as she fills you to the hilt, knuckles grazing your puckered hole and claiming every inch of your cunt.
Deft fingers glide with prowess as a steady, toe curling rhythm is set. Your body trembles as aĀ foggy bliss rolls into your mind. Your knees shake, desperately meeting her thrusts, wanting nothing more than to come around her fingers.
āYou take what I give you, sweet girl.ā Layla coos, nudging her nose against your cheek. She doesnāt like it when you get greedy. āYou know that.ā
One of your hands clutches the back of her chair while the other has her blouse in a death grip. A scolding is in your future but you could care less as you rock back onto her fingers chasing the pleasure sheās finally allowing.Ā Ā
Something heavy in your gut twists. The knot Layla began tying when she first got you onto her lap starts tightening. Your muscles ache, ready to collapse under the pressure when she gives you the word.
Just then, a quick succession of knocks rap on her door.
Your head whips up as Laylaās fingers go still. Ice courses through your veins freezing the searing wildfire that burns in your abdomen. You knew it was stupid to try anything at work. Besides the occasionally secretive kiss, you both kept things to a dull roar. No one knew about your relationship and you wanted it to stay that way.
āShh. Be still.ā Layla whispers, unfazed, as she cups her free hand along your jaw. āYou trust me. Right?ā
You nod in her tender hold, hips pressing just a bit harder into her palm.Ā āGood girl.ā
āWho is it?ā Layla calls out. Your body jolts as her fingers begin moving again and you send her a bewildered look.
āMarc,ā a gruff voice sounds from the other side of the door.Ā
Shit ā it was the CEO.Ā
Marc Spector built this company from the ground up. He and Layla had been working together since almost the beginning. They explicitly trusted and respected one another even when they didnāt meet eye to eye.Ā
Youād met Marc only once. It was a brief interaction as one of your coworkers showed you around on your first day. He was personable and made you feel welcome even though you were a lowly intern.
You thought he was handsome and could kill someone with his smile. His jet black quiff would curl on humid days when he forgot to gel it. It made you admire him even more for some reason.Ā
āCome in.ā She answers while holding your worried gaze with her own unwavering one.Ā
Your heart jumps into your throat. āLayla, whatāre doin-ā you hiss, squirming to get free from her arms again.
āRemember your safe word.ā she says, quickly just before Marc walks in.
āLayla, I was wonderin-ā Marc starts as he steps into the office and instantly cuts himself off at the lewd display.Ā
You canāt breathe. Shame and embarrassment flood your system. If the floor could open up, youād gladly jump in.Ā
Marc stands in awe. You couldnāt turn to face him but you spy his reflection in the darkened window and thatās more than enough. You don't know how you could ever look him in the eye after this.
āWhatās this now?ā He ponders, intrigue shaping his words as he steps closer, tapping his knuckles on Laylaās oversized desk.
āI was just rewarding her for doing such a good job,ā Layla responds like she doesnāt have you propped in her lap with her fingers buried deep inside your cunt.Ā
You see Marc nod in the reflection and take another step closer. Your body burns like red hot coals as you feel his eyes on your body mainly where Laylaās fingers slowly thrust into your shiny, slick opening.
āThat right?ā Marc questions with a curious tone as he rubs a hand along his rough five oāclock shadow.Ā Ā
āSheās so attentive and such a hard worker.ā Layla praises, finally looking in your direction. āI had to show how much I appreciate her.ā
Marc chuckles. Itās a deep huff of laughter that rumbles from his chest and it makes your insides melt. āIs she any good at helping relieve some stress?ā he asks pensively while looking at your holes like he hasnāt eaten in days.
āShe most certainly is,ā Layla smirks, raising a sculpted brow before sliding a finger under your chin, tipping your face in toward her. āIsnāt that right, sweetheart?ā
Your heart drops into your stomach.Ā
Youād been with Layla since the first day you started working, shared any and all free time together along with the inner workings of your bedroom. Explored each otherās bodies freely and with such passion. Falling to Laylaās feet came naturally to you and she made you feel complete; loved even.
You trusted her to push your limits whenever the time came but you didnāt think youād ever be in this situation.
āWhy donāt you show him how much you love being employed here, baby.ā She dubiously insists, slowly nodding her head for you to comply.
You finally gather the courage to look over your shoulder.Ā
Butterflies flutter wildly in your belly as you take in the devilishly handsome man. His hair is mused, like heād been running a hand through it all day and his button up shirt is loose at the collar, exposing a column of tan skin with two buttons undone and sleeves rolled up exposing his muscular forearms. āHey there, sweetheart.ā
A nervous chortle bubbles up your throat at the nickname. Your insides turn to jelly; and your brain to mush. Your core canāt help but clench as the older man takes you in with a ravenous gaze.
āOh, she likes that.ā Layla quips upon feeling your pussy clamp down on her fingers.Ā
āDoes she now?ā Marc croons, stepping up right behind you. He smooths his hands along the shape of you. His warmth feels good against your skin and you canāt help but moan when Layla curls her fingers along that spongy spot that makes you feel lightheaded.
āDamn, thatās a pretty pussy.ā He drawls, crouching down behind your bent form. With your ass in the air, you already felt so exposed and now the owner of the company was getting a front row view of the most private parts of you.Ā
Sticky, wet noises fill the room as Layla splays her fingers deep inside your velvet channel. You bite your lip to keep your moans at bay. So overstimulated and heated, youāre not sure how much more you can take.
āWant a taste?ā Layla asks, jogging you from your stupor.Ā
Marc grunts in response. You look back in time to watch Layla feeding him her shiny, cream coated fingers. The debauched noise he makes while he licks and sucks her fingers clean has your heart falling into your lower half.Ā
You meet his lust filled gaze as he stands. Laylaās fingers leave his lips with a pop, and he palms his hard length through his dark slacks. āYou gonna show me how good you are at serving your superiors?ā
A nervous whimper escapes from your throat at his question.
His tongue swipes across his bottom lip, lapping at some of your fallen cream as he pulls his cock out and gives it a languid tug. You watch dumbstruck as he pumps his length, from the obscenely thick base thatās littered with dark wiry hairs to a bulbous, desert blush tip that weeps in his hand after every twist.
āIs that a yes, sweetheart?ā he questions.Ā
A smirk lifts the corners of his mouth at your stupefied gaze. Marc raises a hand and grasps the back of your neck, moving your head in a crude up-down motion. āThis is how you say, yes.āĀ
Another deep chuckle burrows into your brain and makes you go even more dumb.
Fire ignites in your belly and races up your body, making your face burn. Your mouth bobs open and closed like a fish, wanting to answer him but you canāt even form the simplest word.Ā
āShe tends to go a bit brain dead when she gets overwhelmed.ā Layla thankfully answers for you.Ā
She thumbs your cheek. āBut that pretty pussy of hers makes up for it.ā
āYou donāt sayā¦ā Marc quips before tapping his tip on your soaked folds. Your slick drips down your inner thighs showing that you would indeed make up for your lack of communication.
He notches the thick head past your dripping opening before slowly sinking into your cunt. He doesnāt stop until he bottoms out, pressing his full length all the way and grinding the cut of his hips against your ass.Ā
āGod damn.ā Marc grits, hissing through his teeth at the way you squeeze him.
You whimper from the immense stretch. It feels like his cock is burrowing a new space inside your body. āLayla. Too muchāā You gasp, having never felt so full before. āSo. Big.ā
She cups her hands around your face, hushing your cries. āI know, baby. I know.āĀ
Marcās hips never falter. He plunges into your heat with an unyielding, merciless pace, pushing slick and cream from between your folds, making your belly twist in pleasurable pain.
His strong hands knead your fleshy hips, pulling you back on every brute shove, forcing you to take every inch he gives. āSuch a good girl. Doinā just what we say.āĀ
Your core clenches that much tighter knowing youāre making them happy. āYou love it donāt you, pretty girl?ā His heavy balls slap against your exposed clit making you mewl and writhe in the combined hold they had on you.
Sticky, sweet bliss drowns your senses. Youāre a wanton mess. A plaything between two beautiful gods as they have their fun..
You whine when Marc slows his rhythm, canting his hips so his cock stays buried deep. āI thought you were one of the best.ā Marc sighs with a shake of his head, his curls bouncing with the movement. āBut it seems youāre not as attentive as I thought.ā
Your brow furrows as you look at him over your shoulder.
āI think itās time to show your Boss how much you appreciate her.ā
Marc moves quickly, dragging you out of Laylaās arms and down onto your knees in front of her spread legs. Layla quirks a brow at him.
āWhat? I wanted to see how attentive she really was.ā Marc says, talking about you like you werenāt speared open on his heavy cock.
Layla pulls her dress up over her legs and spreads her thighs. Her panties looked much like your own, wet, sticky, and just begging to be removed.
āGo on. Show her how much you love being on your knees for her.ā Marc commands. With a snap of his hips, he jolts your bones and forces your head between Laylaās thighs. āEat your bossās cunt.ā
Heat flames your face at his words when a familiar hand curves around your jaw. Layla pulls her panties to the side and leads you gently, well as gently as she can while youāre being plowed from behind, to her slick folds.Ā
She sighs as your tongue licks a long stripe from her weeping opening to her clit. You flick the tiny nub, drawing tight circles for a brief moment before sliding down her folds. You lap hungrily at her slit, freely licking into her tight hole and sliding your tongue in and out from her heat.
āThere you go.ā Layla coos down at you with a smile. She scratches her nails along your scalp making you purr against her clit. She grinds her cunt against your mouth, chasing her pleasure. Nothing made you happier than making Layla feel good. Your core throbs when she gasps and fucks her mound onto your tongue.
A rough, grating moan crawls from Marcās chest as your cunt quivers and milks his length. āSuch a good girl letting us use you like this.ā He grits, slamming his hips harder into your ass and knocking your face steadily into Laylaās cunt. āLike you were made for it.ā
Your core spasms at his words. You did love being on your knees for them. At their beck and call, wanting to be of service however they needed.
Marc lays his body along your spine, pressing his clothed chest against your bare back, and nuzzles his curved nose along your cheek. A large hand slinks around your hip and notches nimble fingers against your clit, swirling tight circles around the throbbing nub. āWanna know all the pretty noises you make when you come.ā
āOh, theyāre just the sweetest.ā Layla moans, breathlessly as your lips lock around her clit. You suckle the tiny nub untilĀ
sheās digging her fingers into your hair, writhing and gasping.Ā
Marc groans at the sight of his business partner unfurling with pleasure. His breath is hot in your ear and he crowds you even more, leaving no chance of escape.
āCome on, girl. Be good and come for us.ā Marc commands, shifting his hips until his throbbing tip grazes that hidden spot behind your clit.
With Layla humping your face and Marc sheathing his cock further inside you with every shove, youāre pushed to the edge before you can even think. Your cream coated lips fall open with a feverish wail as your body locks tight.Ā
Your muscles shake uncontrollably as you careen off the edge. Your soaked core clenches like a fist, forcing Marcās pace to stutter and drag him along with you. He lets loose a dark roar when his balls draw up and he fucks your trembling core to the brim with his thick seed.
His cock twitches between your folds, pumping you full with every last drop. āGod damn, you werenāt kidding. She more than made up for going all dumb eariler.ā He slowly eases from your core with a hiss and tucks his half hard length back into his slacks.
Your head is still reeling from the powerful orgasm and Marcās compliment makes you just that much more lightheaded. Thank goodness you were already on the ground.Ā
āOh youāre making such a mess.ā Layla gasps when she sees the thick river of white that runs down your thighs. Your knees ache from being on the hard carpet for so long but the pain is forgotten as the pair crowds over you.
You whine as Layla and Marc drag their fingers through the hot stickiness and press them into your mouth.Ā
You gag heavily around the two sets of fingers, tears pricking your eyes as they cover your tongue in the combined spend. āGood girl. Clean up the mess you made.ā Marc nods slowly, heavy lidded with a deep moan of satisfaction as you choke and sputter while Layla proudly smiles down at you. āDid so well for me; for us.ā
She shares a curious look with Marc before turning her gaze back to you and thumbs the last bit of white into your mouth.
āMight need to borrow her again sometime soon.ā Marc comments as they help you onto your feet. āYou know how stressed I can get.ā
Your legs are shaky, like a newborn doe, as Layla brushes down your crumpled skirt while Marc helps you back into your blouse, securely buttoning you up.Ā
āWeāll see about that.ā Layla responds as she gathers you into her arms and sits back down on her chair, tucking your sleepy head under her chin.Ā
āIāll see you āround the office, sweetheart.ā He raises a hand and tenderly grazes your dewy temple with his knuckles.Ā
As he sees himself out, he winks at Layla and she smirks before he shuts the door leaving the two of you in peaceful silence.Ā
As you relax in Laylaās arms, burrowing yourself into her safe warmth, you notice through sleepy eyes that her monitor is still on. The email she was typing when you dropped off the paperwork lights up the screen.
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Fics Master List
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Everyone, in all my fics, headcannons, etc., is aged up/18+; continue scrolling or block if youāre not into this
Below is an accumulation of everything Iāve written so far
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šŖ½šAziraphale/Crowley fics;
Deep Down A Little Bit Good
the one where Aziraphale explains why Crowley is good, at least a little bit, deep down on the inside. NSFW
Too Damn Long
the one where Aziraphale is gone for a few days and he shows Crowley how much he missed him. NSFW
šŖ½ššAziraphale/Crowley/Reader fics;
The Devils Hour (Gender Neutral Reader)
The Devils Hour (Female Reader)
the one where Crowley has been gone for a week, reader misses him and Aziraphale helps reader feel better. Que Crowley walking in on them and joining the party, resulting in everyone being happy. NSFW
Escapades (Female Reader)
the one where reader is a soft dom and Crowley learns what pegging is. Aziraphale is just along for the ride. NSFW
šŖ½šAziraphale/Reader fics;
šŖ½š Millennia (Male Reader)
the one where reader falls in love with Aziraphale, starts feeling lustful things and having dirty thoughts and gets casted out of heaven. Reader never told Aziraphale how he felt when they were in heaven, thus he broke the Angels heart when he fell. Over 6,000 years later they finally get their happy ending. NSFW
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My Hero Academia
š°š„Miscommunication (bakutodo/fem reader)
the one where you and Shouto get into a fight, Katsuki is a good boyfriend and the three of you have amazing make up sex NSFW
šš„Lights Out (bakugou/fem reader/kirishima)
the one where Katsuki & Eijirou get jealous when a guy tries to dance with you at the bar, they take you home and remind you who you belong to. NSFW
šš„Back Aches (bakugou/fem reader/kirishima)
the one where youāre six months pregnant with Katsukiās baby, Katsuki takes care of you when your back hurts, Eijirou comes home and well ā they both take care of you then. NSFW
š„š„Bakugou/Fem Reader Headcannons part 1 SFW/NSFW
š„š„Bakugou/Fem Reader Headcannon/Drabble? NSFW part 2
ššKirishima/Fem Reader Headcannons part 1 SFW/NSFW
ššKirishima/Fem Reader SFW Drabble āfeat. Dad Kirishima š„¹
š°š°Todoroki Shouto/Fem Reader Headcannons part 1 SFW/NSFW
šš Tamaki Amajiki NSFW One Shot
š„š„Ashes - NSFW Dabi/Fem Reader One Shot
š„š„NSFW Things Dabi/Touya Would Say Fem Reader
š„šš° How they eat you out ā Bakugou, Kirishima, Todoroki NSFW
š„šBakugou/Fem Reader/Kirishima NSFW Gym Scenario One Shot
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Jujutsu Kaisen
ā ļøā ļøChoso/Fem Reader NSFW Drabble
ššGojo/Fem Reader NSFW Drabble
ššGojo/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons
š¤š¤ Fushiguro Megumi NSFW Drabble
šš Okkotsu Yuuta NSFW Headcannons/One Shot
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šŖ½Bokuto/Fem Reader SFW & NSFW Headcannons part 1
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Fionna & Cake
āļøāļøSimon Petrikov/Fem Reader NSFW One Shot
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Attack On Titan
šŖ½šLevi/Fem Reader NSFW & SFW Headcannons
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ššBaldurās Gate 3
š§š»š§š» NSFW Things Astarion Would Say - Fem Reader
š»š» NSFW Things Halsin Would Say-Fem Reader
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šŖµšThe Last Of Us
šŗšŗNSFW Things Joel Would Say - Fem Reader
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Naughty or Nice Challenge
For this challenge, you get to choose if you're Naughty or Nice. Below you will find two sets of prompts, naughty or nice, to choose from. While this challenge marks the end of year season, they do not need to be festive in theme, however we do encourage you to incorporate any of your cultural or personal holiday pasttimes.
This is an event for November and December, with a final due date ofĀ January 5, 2024Ā for late submissions.
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š©· This challenge is open to all fandoms and characters.
š Dark creations are accepted but we will not accept underage, incest, or bestiality. Please donāt forget to add warnings to your works appropriately.
ā¤ļø For written pieces, there are no word count limits, but we do ask that you add a āread moreā beyond 500 words.
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š For this challenge, we will accept sequels or continuations to previous works. Please be sure to link the original work in your submission.
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š©·šš©µPrompts below the cutš©µšš©·
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āAll I need is you beneath me.ā
āDonāt tell anyone.ā
āI know it hurts, baby, but I feel so good.ā
āWhat would they say if they knew?ā
āYouāre going to have to cry a little more if you want me to care.ā
āI didnāt ask you to talk. I said do it.ā
āDo it or Iāll make it hurt.ā
āDo I sound like Iām joking?ā
āIf I have to tell you one more time.ā
āIf you didnāt want to hurt, you shouldnāt have hurt me.ā
āDonāt look away.ā
āSmile pretty for me.ā
āEnough whining.ā
āIāve been watching for so long, I canāt wait any longer.ā
āI saw the way you look at them. You donāt look at me like that.ā
āYou deserve this.ā
āI love how weak you are.ā
āIf you didnāt want this, youād behave.ā
āNo one else is gonna take care of you like I do.ā
āYouāre so pathetic it gets me off.ā
āI wanna hear how much it hurts.ā
āItās so cute when you try so hard.ā
āI want everyone to know who you belong to.
āI better not catch you looking at them again.ā
āSit down and shut up.ā
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āYouāve never looked more beautiful.ā
āDonāt ever let me go.ā
āI dream about you every night.ā
āI canāt wait to see you again.ā
āCan I hold your hand?ā
āWait, are you asking me out?ā
āI made this for you.ā
āYouāre going to spoil the surprise.ā
āIāll do it, but itāll cost you a snuggle.ā
āIāve never met anyone like you.ā
āYou could have just told me.ā
āItāll be okay. Iām here.ā
āYou forgot something. A kiss.ā
āIāll go with youā¦ if you want.ā
āThis is the best night of my life.ā
āI remember when we met. Iāll never forget.ā
āYou make my stomach do this thing.ā
āI made us a picnic, but itās raining and Iām lost.ā
āEvery time you look at me, I melt a little.ā
āYouāre never going to get rid of me.ā
āThere is no me without you.ā
āYou really did all this for me?ā
āKiss it better.ā
āI wanna be more than friends.ā
āI never hated you. I just didnāt want you to know how much I liked you.ā
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Yo as the resident Jason Todd fan, maybe you can answer this for me because I havenāt been able to find the answer anywhere else.
At some point in RHATO, Jason gives up his most cherished memory. The one where heās sick & Bruce stayed home with him.
He was offered it back, and told them to keep it. He refused the offer. Iāve heard that the memory gets mentioned again later but I donāt know if he ever actually really takes it back.
Do you know if he ever gets it back? Itās both sad and not if he doesnāt, because on one hand heās losing a good memory, but on the other I think it helps cut him off from Batman. Which really might be good for him (looks at all the other comic issues w how Bruce has treated Jason)
Hey, anon. Thanks for the ask! š
Iām by no means an expert on the comics, but I did have a bit of a comic-buying hissy fit a bunch of months ago trying to answer this exact question for myself. Hereās what I concluded (complete with pretty pictures because Iām a firm believer in citing your sources):
So in the new 52 rhato #3 (written by Scott Lobdell), Jay, Roy and Kori each give up their most cherished memory to gain entrance to the Chamber of All. The memories are held by Saāru (an all powerful being is also apparently a bratty child?).
Saāru gives Roy and Kori their memories back when they exit the chamber, but Jay refuses his.
Skip forward a bunch of issues to rhato #19 and Jason actually has Saāru take all his memories after a thing with the Joker (thatās a whole different blog post) and he ends up with complete amnesia. The series is being written by James Tynion at this point, not Scott Lobdell.
But Jason eventually gets all of his memories back in rhato #26.
I think you can make a reasonable argument that Tynion intended this to include his most cherished memory, as Jason talks about remembering his finest moments, his lowest moments, etc. Note, the series is still being written by Tynion.
But now skip way way ahead to rhato rebirth #34, and we get this exchange.Ā
So, no, I guess he didnāt get it back? Note, that the series is back to being written by Lobdell at this point.
Honestly, I think this is just another stellar example of dc saying, continuity, consistency? What are these strange and foreign concepts? And thus authors doing whatever they want, to hell with any prior storylines. Tynion was clearing going for an arc where Jason reclaimed his memories. Lobdell had a different idea in mind.
I donāt know that it really matters either way. I mean itās one memory, right? So even if itās gone, Jasonās second most cherished memory just moves up into spot numero uno. Based on how much Bruce clearly meant to Jason, and that Bruce was actually a good Dad in most of the comics featuring Robin!Jason, Iām guessing that that memory is of the two of them together, too.
Iād say go with whatever makes you happy and fits your own head canons for Jason. I hate the whole storyline and pretend it doesnāt exist while I stick my tongue out at dc and tell them liberally to fuck right off.
Hopefully that was helpful/informative, or at least worth a merit badge toward my resident Jason Todd fan status (Iām expecting my vest in the mail any day now).
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Hi! Sorry to bother, idk if you take asks like this (if you don't feel free to ignore!) but do you know any good fics where SI employees bully/threaten/mistreat Peter and Tony comes to the rescue? Thank you so much for your time šš
Hi! I absolutely do! I might just take forever to respond and take your prompt a little loosely š The three under the cut are employees with (valid) security concerns. I know there are more that I canāt find, so anyone feel free to add some š
A Big Security Issue by FotiBrit
When Peter lost his Stark Industries Staff ID, Tony handed the kid his own. That was never an issue, until Peter had to check in at the front desk.
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The Cusp of a Breath by SpaceCowboysFromMars
āThat was the most stressful thing Iāve ever experienced.ā Peter says as he and Tony make their way into the crowd. He wipes his sweaty palms on his thighs, cringing when he remembers how much the suit costs.
āYou got shot on patrol last month.ā
āThis was worse.ā
Or; Peter is introduced as the official heir of Stark Industries, but not everyone is completely welcoming of his presence. Luckily, he has a pretty awesome mentor to keep him on track.
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the love (and other things) you inherit by ironfidus
āWhich is why,ā Catherine says, unblinking, as delicately as she can, āthe board requires that you name a successor in the event of your untimely demise. The risk has simply become too great for us to ignore.ā
Tony Starkās spent a large portion of his life thinking about legacy: his legacy, his companyās, Iron Manās. Heās spent a lot of time fighting to protect his legacy, too. But today, with a lawyer as his witness and FRIDAY as his one-AI cheerleading squad, he stops, takes a step back, and lets go insteadābecause for the first time, his legacy isnāt about him, not really.
And as FRIDAY would say: itās about damn time.
Alternatively: Tony updates his will and gets himself an heir, Peter gets a promotion (for lack of a better word), and the rest of the world gets a wake-up callāin that order. Ft. an impatient board of directors, a Stark Industries charity gala, and a universe in which Tony Stark gets to be happy.
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Security Bias by Sara (ctrsara)
Happy Hogan asks Daren Anderson to help him out with a little project.
My take on idk-bruh-20's irondad fic ideas #128: Fic where, after a security incident in which some bozo accused Peter of trespassing at Stark Tower, Happy holds an emergency briefing for the entire SI security team.
The topic of the briefing? The absolutely untouchable, vital-to-know-if-you-want-to-keep-your-job level of importance of one Peter Parker.
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Five Times Tony Stark's Fabled Intern Just Showed Up + One Time He Was Invited by kingdomfaraway
While Leroy didnāt like gossip, he wasnāt immune to it and heād heard about a young boy claiming to be Tony Starkās intern showing up randomly throughout the building. He just figured it was some random mystery, a Stark Industries cryptid if you will.
Never did he think heād have a sighting.
āAre you Peter Parker?ā Leroy questioned, narrowing his eyes at the young boy, looking for any signs of deceit.
āOh yeah, thatās me, hi!ā Possibly Fabled Intern Peter Parker reached into his pocket and pulled out a badge and lanyard, this one with his face on it and INTERN written underneath it. āMr. Stark got me a badge so I can get nachos whenever I want.ā
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Chapter 1 of 200 Park Avenue (5+1) by Sara (ctrsara)
Peter hasn't seen Mr. Stark, or been able to go out as Spider-man since he turned down his invitation to join the Avengers a few weeks ago. He ends up at Stark Tower rather randomly, finding an unlikely hero in Mr. Stark's AI, then keeps returning for different purposes.
The first chapter is a short I did for Comfortember 2022 that I've just kept thinking about. I'm building on that story and creating a 5+1 to explore the new dynamic (post-Homecoming) in another way.
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5 Times Peter Visited Stark Tower and 1 Time He Stayed
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Home by patrochilles_trash ((itās less angsty than it sounds))
Tony had been out of the country for weeks on SI business, and Peter was having a hard time. He missed him, plain and simple.
Okay. Maybe not so plain and simple.
Peter had a rough time in the weeks and months that followed the final defeat of Thanos in the ruins of the Compound. Thrust back into life, only to be forced to fight for the lives of the entire universe for the second time at only sixteen-years-old, and then to be told that his last living relative died in a crash during his five year absence did wonders for his psyche.
He developed a nasty form of separation anxiety toward his mentor-turned-adoptive-father -- not that Tony fared much better himself -- and his therapist had said it was a side effect of PTSD and that it would get better over time.
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A small field trip fic to SI where Tony has been out of the country for a few weeks, and Peter isn't handling it well.
Don't be fooled. This garbage fluff to avoid my other fics that I'm writing
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Itās been two fucking months since Red, White & Royal Blue came out, and I have still not had a day go by where I didnāt watch it start-to-finish at least once.
When I say that this movie altered my brain chemistry, I am not even exaggerating. I think about this movie on a nonstop basis. I purposefully make my school assignments relevant or remind me of it to give me motivation to complete them.
For the first time in my life, Iāve actually committed to editing an AMV for something, despite having tons of ideas in the past that never happened, and I have a second idea already in waiting.
Iāve written so much, and still have so much more to write. I have written so much that I was finally motivated to create a Ko-Fi account because it has essentially become a part-time job. I had been considering it for years, but I finally actually made one because of how much time and energy Iāve devoted to this.
Itās been so incredible to be part of a fandom like this. Iām in several, but those are entirely different. The other two Iām the most active in are Thomas Sandersā, which is a different vibe because heās a real person making relatable and self-produced content, and Merlin, which is a show thatās been finished for over a decade, and technically is not canonically queer.
This is unapologetically gay and new and such an exciting thing to be here for! It introduced me to two incredibly talented and kind actors whose work Iāll be paying attention to moving forward!
And itās so amazing to see my ridiculous ramblings resonate/inspire/inform people! In just two months, this movie has become a permanent piece of me.
Just thank you to the cast, and crew, and Casey for Red, White & Royal Blue ā¤ļøš¤š
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Iām so relieved to see the new GO fandom members are finally, accurately tracing the history of the South Downs Thing - your role in eliciting the info from the authors while Terry was still alive, your epic CoT fic that was the first Downs story in the fandom, all of it. I hope that post gets the thousands of notes it deserves. This fandom history is vital to the online/IRL presence of GO in equal measure. After we almost lost you to dire health in 2019-20, Iām proud and glad we still have you.
Hey, anon, thank you, and so much love to you. Donāt forget it. I was in my early 20s when I first entered this fandom in late 2004/early 2005. I have grown up, and grown as a writer, with the encouragement of my peers and elders here. Now, just over 40, Iām surprised to still be alive (for the reason you cite); Iām relieved that Iām still here breathing, connecting with others, and writing.
I never thought Iād see a full scale podfic or audio drama of CoT in my lifetime, but it became a reality while I was ill. Itās linked in the reblog chain of that post you mention (Iāve pinned that on my blog), and it is perhaps the most impressive feat of collaboration and coordination that Iāve ever seen. Please, please listen and give them feedback on the project. Itās on AO3 like my written version of the fic is, linked as a Related Work.
For all of these reasons and more, I couldnāt be prouder that GO has been my fandom home. 2023 marked the year in which I can say Iāve participated in GO Holiday Exchange every year since it was begun in December 2005. This fandom has an online history of nearly 20 years et this point, if not more. Weāre a marvel š
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Having spent the last few months on an AO3 deep dive of Spirk fics, I realised a few things today.
Iāve now read over 180 Spirk fics of varying lengths.
I only bookmark a fic if I have enjoyed it, feel it was well written and would consider reading it again in the future.
I currently have 130 fics bookmarked.
Of my bookmarks, I only mark one as a favourite if I feel that the quality of the prose, the story, the character development etc is of an exceptionally high standard, and Iāve enjoyed it to an extent that it feels in some way special to me. One of those stories that changes you a bit in the reading.
Of my 130 bookmarks only 16 are marked as favourites.
So if I share a fic rec on here and say itās one of my favourites, then please know Iām sharing something that is very dear to me, and was chosen with great care after some very thorough research š„°šš
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Fika
š Ike Eveland x GN!Reader
ā¦ ā Written by Mod I āØ. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S šæ.
ā§ ā Contains: Strangers to Friends to ???, fluff, light angst, & open ended
ā¦ ā Word count: 2k+ | Ao3
Fika | pronunciation: feeāka
Swedish | (n.) a moment to slow down and appreciate the good things in life.
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A new coffee shop opens near Ikeās home. As he starts to visit it more regularly, he slowly gets to know you.
Based on the sentence starter āDonāt be a stranger, okay?ā
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Ike was just past the planning stages of his most recent book when a new coffee shop opened within walking distance of his house. āHome Brewedā. A cozy little place with comfortable seats, potted plants, and lots of natural light. The little bell above the door jingles as he pushes it open, immediately greeted by the two staff members heās started to recognize, currently working behind the counter. With a glance around, he could see that the cafe is fairly busier than usual. A handful of people waiting on their orders while a quarter of the tables have been claimed.
Stepping up to the counter, heās greeted by your bright smile. āAh! Nice to see you again. The usual today?ā Your head tipped to the side in question, causing the necklace around your neck to catch the light. An onyx ring swaying across the chain and he notes to himself that this is the ninth time itās changed. Yesterday it had been a silver band with some sort of writing, and the day before that had been a gold band with small emeralds lining it.
The barista behind you calls out another customer's drink, reminding him that you're still waiting for him to respond, quickly meeting your eyes. āGood morning, and yes, the usual, please. Thatāll be all.ā
Nodding along, you add his order to the computer. āFor here or to go?ā
Turning his head, he scans the room one more time, spotting his usual table by the window open. āFor here.ā
āYou got it! Weāll bring your drink over when itās done.ā He pays for the drink before bee-lining towards the table heād become used to setting up base in. Over the last two weeks, heās found this particular table to offer him the best view; sunlight pouring in just right. Perfect for getting lost in thought staring out towards the bustling streets, but also an ideal spot for observing the people around the cafe. His bag slides off of his shoulder with a soft thud as it rests on the empty seat beside him, pulling out his laptop and notes, ready to dive back into his work while waiting for his drink.
Itās not long before a mug is carefully placed on his table with a soft clunk. His fingers pause in the movement upon the keyboard, forcing his eyes away from the screen to meet yours. As your eyes lock, you flash him another smile, āOne chai tea forā¦ā thereās a pause, your eyes darting to the side before slowly asking, āIke, right?ā The novelist nods with a polite smile, hazel eyes quickly flicking down to your apron in search of your nametag; thanking you while repeating your name aloud. āNo problem! Lemme know if youād like another cup.ā
The novelist gives a nod and you take that as your cue to return to the counter. Heās just returned his attention to his work when, from the corner of his eye, he notices that youāve stopped moving. His head jerks back in your direction when you make a quick turn on your heels, taking a few steps closer to his table ā yet still maintaining a polite distance. Ike canāt help but watch curiously, noting the way your expression twists in what he assumes is hesitation, one of your hands reaching up to fiddle with the ring hanging from the chain on your neck. The silence hangs for another moment before you finally speak, words spoken almost cautiously, āCould Iā¦ ask what you're working on? You donāt have to tell me. Iāve just been curious since you always seem so absorbed in your work.ā
āOh.ā He canāt help but feel a little surprised by the question. Adjusting his glasses, he glances down at his laptop before returning his gaze to you, the small but polite smile returning to his lips. āI donāt mind. Iām currently working on a book.ā
Itās rather interesting to him, the way you seem to light up, as you seem to take a subconscious step closer to the table. āAh, really?ā Thereās a slight raise in your voice, however you quickly lower it, not wanting to disturb the customers sitting nearby. āCan I ask what itās about?ā
Thereās already a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he settles back in his chair. āThey commissioned me to write a children's book, so itās just a lighthearted adventure tale.ā
āAh, thatās really coolāā Thereās a loud call of your name and your attention immediately snaps back to your coworker, whoās giving you a pointed yet amused look. āAhāSorry, just a second! Right so, uh,ā You give a little awkward laugh before giving him another small smile. āIf you need anything else, just let us know. Good luck with the book!ā With a small wave, you quickly make your way back to the counter where a small line had begun to form. With a light chuckle, he adjusts his glasses before returning to his work.
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From that day forward, it was rare to find the pair of you not locked in conversation. It was almost surprising to Ike how quickly the pair of you were growing closer. Heād begun spending more time at the cafe than he did at his own home and getting to know you felt as easy as breathing. Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks ā time, feeling as though it were flying by.
A change he hadnāt known he needed until youād already settled in past the point of acquaintances, but just shy of what he would call friends.
You never seemed to run out of stories to tell him, having an endless supply of experiences in your back pocket. Sometimes it would be retelling interesting moments from your day: a rowdy customer, a bizarre drink order, or something one of your co-workers had done. Though what fascinated him most was the tales behind the different rings youād switch out on the chain around your neck. You seemed more than happy to talk about them, explaining that some were gifts from family members, friends, or co-workers; past and present. Others were picked up from different places youād visited; having traveled a lot over the years.
His curiosity hadnāt been satiated, however, until he asked if there was a reason you wore them on a chain rather than around your fingers, as most typically would. You had looked almost sheepish when you explained that it was a mixture of wanting to keep said rings in better condition, but also an irrational fear of losing them ā or worse ā accidentally dropping one in a customer's drink. Your expression was rather horrified at that thought.
He canāt remember the last time heād laughed quite so hard.
Ikeās friends were quick to notice his change in mood, asking him ā some subtly, others less so ā about what happened. It had only been such a short amount of time and yet, something about the novelist seemed different. It wasnāt a bad difference, they reassured, chuckling once they saw the look on his face. He just seemedā¦ happier. Intentional or not, youād started to brighten his days. Drawing an excitement from him the others hadn't seen in a while. His chest filled with a warmth he canāt quite remember living a day without.
You were similar to an ever-burning flame. You brightened the spaces you moved between, drawing others to your warmth. Maybe it was the way you moved, dancing easily from place to place. Never invading, but never apologetic for what space you did take up. Maybe it was in your smile, the ease with which your lips would curve upwards ā leaving even the grouchiest of customers a tad less tense. Most noticeable were the days you had off, the building seemingly a tad bit colder than he'd remembered.
Whatever it was, Ike just couldnāt seem to pinpoint it; at least not with words. It was something so inherently you.
And then his book was complete.
He had to stop visiting the cafe. All of his time and energy funneled into the final steps of his work. Delivering his manuscripts, going through edits and finalizations, getting in contact with the commissionerā so on and so forth. All of which is a very time-consuming process, eating away at all the free time he had.
Before he knew it, nearly two months had passed before he pushed through that all too familiar door; a bundle of papers in hand. The smell of familiarly brewed coffee and freshly baked sweets helped to ease the tension in his shoulders ā even if just slightly.
With a pep in his step, he approaches the counter and your gaze lifts to meet him. Almost immediately, your eyes widen, hands freeze in place. Heart pounding in his chest, he greets you, calling your name with a smile. Exceptā¦ his smile falters when your expression twists into something he hadnāt seen on you before. Your lips purse into a thin line, intentionally dropping your gaze to the computer before quietly asking, āChai tea, for here or to go?ā
The brunette opens his mouth to say something, but the way you avoid looking at his face causes him to pause. āFor here.ā He finally says, voice coming out much quieter than heād intended. Ike doesn't realize how tightly heās gripping the papers until he feels them start to crinkle, quickly loosening his grip before he ruins them.
He pays for the drink then shuffles quickly towards his usual table. Releasing his hold on the bundle of papers entirely, setting them lightly on the table as he attempts to ease the worst of the creases out. The excitement that he had been feeling before was slowly bleeding into nervousness, causing him to worry his bottom lip. The novelist startles when the mug clicks against the tabletop, eyes hurriedly looking up to see you. āAhāthank you.ā He stutters, yet your gaze remains locked on the wooden surface, still refusing to look at him. He almost expects you to turn and leave, yetā¦ you just continue to stand beside his table silently. The cafe lacks the warmth he's grown used to; a chill running down his spine.Ā
The silence continues to hang, casting a heavy fog between you, before finally, you raise your head to meet his gaze. āYou justā¦ stopped coming one day.ā Thereās a slight shake to your voice that makes his heart drop. āIā¦ You worried me, Ike.ā Your lips pursed, eyes shifting to look out the window rather than at him. āAt first I tried to rationalize that you were likely just busy, butā¦ I couldnāt help but worry if something had happened to you. But I had no way of checking. We never exchanged numbers or socials, you justā¦ disappeared. I had no clue if you were okay.ā
Ikeās brows furrowed, āIā Iām sorry, I didnāt thinkāā his words felt caught in his throat, sentence hanging because, really, he hadnāt thought. It hadnāt even crossed his mind once to tell you that heād be gone for a while. Heād caused you to worry for no reason. Truly, a stupid mistake on his part.
You let out a sigh before meeting his gaze, a small smile tugging at your lips. āIām just glad you're alright.ā Your eyes trail back down to the tabletop before narrowing in on the papers resting before him, lips parting in a small āoā as your eyes scan the top page. āIs thatāYou finished your book?ā Ike swallowed before nodding, nudging the papers closer to you.
āI did. Itās technically still in the processing stages, hence this isnāt a proper physical copy, but I thoughtāā He swallows again, nerves swelling inside of him once more. The warmth had returned to your expression, picking up the bundle and cradling them in your hands as if holding something precious. Clearing his throat, he adjusts his glasses, suddenly unable to meet your eyes, clear embarrassment on his face. āIt is only a children's story, but youād seemed so interested when I was writing it, I figuredāā
You cut him off, excitement building in your tone. āThis is for me?ā
He nods, āYes. I can give you a proper copy when the book is finished, if youād like.ā
āIād love that!ā You exclaim with a cheerful laugh. āIām gonna go put this with my things so it doesn't get ruined. Thank you, Ike.ā Youād already turned, halfway making it back towards the counter when you suddenly stop, turning around to face him with a bright smile on your face. āOh, and Ike?ā His heart pounded at the honor of being allowed to bask in the warmth of your smile once more.
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āIād like to think weāre friends now, so donāt be a stranger, okay?ā
Heat rises to the novelist's face as sudden realization all but slaps him in the face. The only tangible thought that crosses his mind at that moment is a very small āohā as butterflies fluttered in his stomach.
It seems that he might already be in too deep.
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Welcome to Golden: a milestone event!
Welcome to Golden: a milestone event!
I am honoured to announce that we have reached 2.1k on this blog! To properly commemorate this momentous occasion, you are invited to join Golden: a milestone event where guests from across the world will be invited. As such, please enjoy our festivities filled with music, writing, and requests for your enjoyment!
Thank you to everyone who has supported me during this time! I truly appreciate every single one of you š
THIS EVENT HAS ENDED ! THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT ! š
ā¹ track one: i once believed love would be
requests are open! these fics will be at least 500 words for each request and will also be set in the canon universe. please see below in regards to the requesting guidelines.
guidelines:
in order for me to complete a request, it needs to have a character and a story/plot line. the characters i am currently taking requests for can be found at the end of this post.Ā
i currently write only for fem!reader because that is what i have experience in and because i havenāt figured out the mechanics for gn!reader or male!reader.
i do not write smut (suggestive is ok!), gore, or cheating (done by/on reader), loss of child, incest, poly relationships or age regression. i have the right to delete or deny any requests that come through my inbox.Ā
do not send me a request that you have already sent to another author. itās icky, itās iffy, and it ends up with at least one person getting hurt. itās just a generally not great thing to do and i recommend not doing it at all. i understand that it might take longer than desired for your request to come out, but that doesnāt change the fact that the people who are writing these fics are exactly that: people.
please be patient! i am currently working three jobs and each of them carry their own demands. i will most definitely get to your request, but these things do take time.Ā
ā¹ track two: black and whiteĀ
ask games!Ā these games include: fmk, general asks (ask me any question and i will answer!), etc.
find a list of ask games below:
emoji ask game ā¼ļø
colour ask game (open to everyone) ā¼ļø
character ask game ā¼ļø
WIP ask game ā¼ļø
ā¹ track three: but itās golden
alternate universe! send me a character in a situation that isnāt the norm (eg. single dad!spencer reid, rockstar!remus lupin) and iāll write a drabble about it.
same rules & guidelines as track one.
i do not write hybrid!au, stoner!au or priest/religious!au.Ā
ā¹ track four: like daylight
bonus track : remix! send me an ask about a fic that iāve already written (eg. sparks fly!reader, train rides!reader) and send a request based on those characters. this could mean asking directly for a spin-off or a short āpart twoā to any of my existing standalone fics. please provide the character and the title of the fic that you would like me to remix <3
for example: how would sparks fly!reader react to post prison!reid?
same rules & guidelines as track one.
ā¹ outro: singers & songwriters
here is a list of the characters i am willing to write for during this event!
criminal minds:
spencer reid, aaron hotchner
haikyuu:
tsukishima kei, kenma kozume, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutaro, miya atsumu, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi
boku no hero academia:
bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shoto, tamaki amajiki
dc superheroes:
damian wayne, richard ādickā grayson, jason todd, tim drake
harry potter:
remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, albus severus potter, scorpius malfoy, ominis gaunt, sebastian sallow, garreth weasley, fred weasley, george weasley
ā¼ļø i no longer write fanfiction about real people. (aka, no rpf. sorry!) ā¼ļø
here are some examples as to what your request should look like!
ā¹ hi! could i request track one with spencer reid where he gets drunk and reader takes care of him please? thank you!
ā¹ hello! could i request track four with detention!damian wayne please? where reader suffers from nightmares following the attack? thank you!
thank you once again to everyone who has supported me throughout this journey!! i can't wait to write your requests <3
tagging some mutuals š
@violetrainbow412-blog @shotosjupiter @astrophileous @dream-a-little-bigger-x @aperrywilliams @fuckinglevi @kitashousewife @229zmi @atrirose @haisuken @enluv @kentoangel @shiishki @ceo-of-daichi @cotton-charms @kageyuji
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back at it again with more Qs about our favorite octo lad ^_^
how many forms does he actually have, can he do any kind of half transformation where he's half man half octopus? how long can he stay out of water? can he juggle? does he give good massages? can I buy him a tiny drum kit and start the coolest indie two and a half person band the world has ever known? would he be cool with having a bunch of octopus plushies or other octo themed stuff around the house or is that overkill for him? can I take him to the aquarium and sneak him in and have him start an fishy fight club/revolution in there??
also not a question more so a funny image I have of someone hitting on Reader and Kƶnig just launches himself at them from inside the readers shirt knocking them out and them sauntering back to him favorite spot, a tentacle leaving a single sucker mark on their cheek.
plz let me know if this gets annoying I'll stop fr but Octo!Kƶnig has been all I think about for days now
Listen up! I love you and all your thoughts on everyoneās favourite little guy! You think of things Iād never even consider and it makes it so fun for me šš pls never stop cause you think I hate it, I donāt. I wonāt. Also octo!Kƶnig never leaves my head either, he just lurks in the background waiting for me to write more about him š
For the purposes of plot devices and for what Iāve already writtenā¦ actually no. It could still work. Yeah, in fact itās even better now. Kƶnig can do a mermaid like transformation where his bottom half is just his tentacles and his upper half is human. But most people donāt see that form cause itās considered a very private thing and only the people closest to a hybrid get to see their half forms (except in this story Soap is constantly in is half form)
As heās human, he doesnāt require water even when in his full octo state. But it feels refreshing to him when he is. And he finds he sticks to āthingsā better if heās wet.
He cants juggle, too many arms to keep track off. Does not give good massages, in octo form he just slaps you and in human form heās afraid of breaking you.
You can try buying him a drum kit but he might see it more as ammo to throw at people he doesnāt like so your dreams of travelling the world as the best two and a half person indie band might not work out.
Plushies, no. You have him. Other thingsā¦ possibly. If he gifted you them then yes and if you say you got it cause it reminded you of him then also yes. But if you buy it because itās cute then expect it to have an accident within the hour.
Kƶnig is banned from aquariums for this very reason. He just sees a fish and wants to catch it. God forbid he goes somewhere with a fish tank. Youāre not leaving until heās caught and played and maybe eaten every fish in it.
This is a perfect image. Itās exactly what heād do if it was a recruit or someone of lower rank hitting on you. Heās not above scaring and attack the rank and file soldiers but he will take more care with those of higher ranks. Hushed threats and sparring a little too roughly with them just to get his point across.
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