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screamin-abt-haikyuu · 2 months

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You're jealous but you can't do anything because you're not dating him (Part 7) - Wakatoshi Ushijima

Pairing: Ushijima x Fem! reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none, really? Reader calls him Toshi.

Requested by: @ushisrever

A/N: Can't believe I posted the last update to this more than two years ago. Has it really been that long???? The incomplete series has been bothering me for two years now lmao. Didn't think I'd ever find a fitting scenario for Ushiwaka but thanks to @dira333 helping me sound off some ideas, I was able to get that perfect "snap!" you get when you fit a puzzle piece in perfectly. Gave me enough brain juice to write this out before going back into hibernation.

Serving you some fresh, hot angst and then some lol. Enjoy the burn and then the healing. For someone who was as far removed from Ushiwaka (emotionally) as one can, writing this actually made me see him in a new light. Loved writing him. Hopefully, it stays as true to his canon nature as it can. Hopefully I don't trash this before it's out💀 but if you're reading this, it's good lol.

It feels like the entire Shiratorizawa is at the gates of the school.

"I can't believe she's coming to our school!"

"AAA I can't stop imagining how she'll look in our school uniform."

"Do you think she already has a boyfriend? Maybe I have a chance?"

"I don't know about a boyfriend but you certainly don't have a chance with her."

"Must you always be so cruel?!"

"If you think a star child actor who has made it so big in the industry is going to date a simpleton like you, you're delusional."

You sigh, annoyed, as you try to make your way through the babbling crowd. You're already late for your morning classes and you couldn't care any less about Hoshiko Nakamura. Or any celebrity for that matter.

"In fact, I don't think any boy in this school has a chance with her. Hmm... except maybe Ushiwaka? Not that he'd be interested in dating her anyway. Sometimes I feel like that guy doesn't have any emotions at all."

Your ears perk up at the Ace's name.

Wakatoshi Ushijima has become somewhat of a celebrity at school ever since he was selected for the under 19 representative for Japan in the Youth World Championship.

He was already well known as the formidable volleyball player who crushes any team that he takes on. However, his serious and stoic nature has kept most people from approaching him. Till now, at least.

The girl was right. Wakatoshi wouldn't even think about dating anyone. You seem fairly sure of that. However, the suggestion still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You're wrong about him not having any emotions you think as you finally break free from the crowd and sprint towards your classroom.

You've known Wakatoshi for as long as you can remember. You remember when his family moved into the house next to yours when you were just little kids. You remember watching the reserved, determined figure of the boy practicing volleyball all by himself in the nearby park. You remember going up to him and offering to play with him. Out of all these memories, the most vivid of them all was the way his eyes subtly lit up when you said you wanted to play with him.

Time has blurred into a haze since then. Even though you both went to different schools all through junior and middle school years, you both kept alive the tradition of playing volleyball together in park.

"You should come to Shiratorizawa," he had said that fateful day. You both were in the last year of middle school. It was a beautiful evening as you both walked back home from the park, the setting sun throwing hues of red and gold across the partially cloudy sky.

"That's not in my hands. I tried in middle school, remember? I want Shiratorizawa but Shiratorizawa doesn't seem to want me," you said, kicking a pebble on the road. Funny how I could say the same about you.

"That was three years ago. You have grown," he said without pause.

"We'll see. I don't want to get my hopes too high. You know just as well as I do that they give preference to athletes over normal students like me. Casual volleyball games with you are just about as sporty as I get," you said as you reached out to open the gate to your home.

You turned to say goodbye to him and found him looking at you, his expression more serious than usual.

"It's not about athleticism."

"Shiratorizawa only accepts the best. Be it volleyball or anything else. I believe you fit into that category. You should come," he says, looking straight into your eyes.

Your stomach flutters. How could he have so much faith in you? There is no doubt that he believes in you because Wakatoshi Ushijima always means what he says. Almost 5 years of knowing him had taught you that. You still found it hard to digest, though.

"I'll try my best, I promise."

"I know you will."

"Class, please give a warm welcome your new classmate, Hoshiko Nakamura!"

You can't help but gawk at her. Saying she is pretty would be a severe understatement. If she looks pretty on screen, it is nothing compared to what she looks like off screen. You look at your desk partner to see if he is thinking the same. Wakatoshi, however, seems to simply be listening to the teacher.

"Miss Nakamura, I'm sure you will have no problem settling in here. To kind of help you settle in this new environment, I was thinking of seating you next to Ushijima as I believe you two have met before at some of the national events."

The teacher might as well have thrown a bus at you and it would have felt just about the same as you do now.

Hoshiko's face lights up. "That would be great. Wakatoshi-kun has always been a delight to be with. Thank you for having me," she says and bows.

Did she just call him by his first name?

"Ah, Y/N, sorry for springing this on you so suddenly. I wanted to get a hold of you before morning class but couldn't. I hope it's not a problem," the teacher says.

You force a polite smile. "It's not a problem at all," you say and start packing your bag.

Hoshiko walks up to the desk and waits patiently for you to gather your stuff, thanking you again.

Your legs feel heavy as you take the empty seat diagonal to them in the adjacent row.

I'm panicking for no reason. They just know each other from an event. It makes sense to make her sit with a familiar and safe person, given her popularity. Yes, Wakatoshi is definitely the ideal choice in this scenario. He is not someone who would be creepy in any sense. He's also strong and intimidating so it would keep the creeps away. It's fine. It'll be fine. Nothing is going to happen between them... right?

"Wakatoshi-kun, I'm so glad I got to sit next to you," she says, smiling at him, speaking loud enough for people sitting nearby to hear.

"Actually, if I'm being honest, when I decided to come back to my hometown to complete my studies, I knew I wanted to go to Shiratorizawa immediately," she continues.

"Of course. Shiratorizawa is the best school in the prefecture. It's only natural to want to study here," Ushijima says, completely seriously.

Hoshiko blushes. "Ah... that is not what I meant... nevermind," she says, causing the guy behind them to burst into laughter.

It seems like the hollow sensation growing in your stomach is here to stay.

It has been two months since the day Hoshiko joined your school. With Ushijima going to school earlier than usual and practicing late into the night for the Inter High preliminaries, he hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered you because you could see him in class everyday but with Hoshiko now taking your place, you barely get to say more than hi to him.

However, with the prelims now over and the upcoming week-long break ahead, you're hoping to get some one-on-one time with him once again. All these years with him have made him such an intrinsic part of your daily life that it feels like something big is missing when he's not around. To the world, Wakatoshi Ushijima might be a lot of things. But to you, Wakatoshi Ushijima is home. He is comfort. He is strength. He is someone that you know like the back of your own hand. He is someone that your heart always keeps coming back to. He is the only love you have ever known.

You know that he doesn't share the same feelings for you. But that doesn't stop your heart from longing for him.

The lessons for the day are over and you walk back to your class, eager to pack your bag and go home with Ushijima. You wonder if he'll want to go to the park in the evening.

"She's asking him out! She's asking him out!"

"No WAY! I am SO jealous."

A small crowd has gathered around the window and they're whispering amongst themselves as they look outside.

"Man, that Ushiwaka is so lucky! He gets to date the most beautiful girl in the entire country."

"I mean… he is in the nation's top 3 aces and an under 19 representative of Japan. Not to mention he's tall and strong and good looking. They're actually perfect for each other."

Your heart drops down to your feet.

You look out the window and find yourself looking at Hoshiko and Ushijima standing a ways away from the school building. They're in a quiet, secluded spot and Hoshiko seems to be blushing as she says something to him. You see him nod and say something in return. Hoshiko's face lights up in pure delight and even though they are at a distance, you can hear the joy in her voice.

"No way!!!! He said yes?? I thought he wasn't interested in girls!"

"Goddamn it! There goes my chance!"

You feel dizzy as you watch the two of them walk back to school together.

No. This can't be. You have always known that he doesn't like you that way. But you thought he wasn't interested in dating at all.

No. You shouldn't make any assumptions just yet. These gossip mongers are messing with your head. For all you know, he could have said yes to being in a show or something. You shouldn't despair before you hear the truth from him.

You blink back your tears and run to your class. Thankfully, it's empty. You take a few deep breaths to calm yourself and wait. Both of them soon appear in the hallway. The crowd surrounds them instantly, wanting to drown them in questions but Ushijima breaks away from them easily and walks towards the class. He comes up to you.

"Y/N. I'm sorry I won't be able to come to the park today."

It's true.

"Hoshiko and I are going to watch this new movie playing at the theatre-"

He's going on a date with her.

"Apparently it has a lot of volleyball in it-"

He's going on a date with h-

"You should join us."

Huh?

"What?"

"I figured you might like it since you play volleyball with me even though you don't play it otherwise."

What? What? What?? What is happening right now??

Ushijima patiently waits for your answer.

"Uh... Whose idea was it to go to the movie?"

"Nakamura's. Why?"

"And how did she bring up the idea?"

"Well, I was returning from the club and she asked to speak to me in private. And then she told me about the movie and if I wanted to watch it with her."

He didn't get it.

"Ah... Toshi... I'm pretty sure she was asking you out on a date."

His eyes widen with surprise.

"A... date? But she never said she had romantic feelings for me."

Could this mean...? Can I hope...?

"Well, her asking you out on the date was her way of saying it."

"I see. I didn't realise. Thank you for telling me. In that case, I should tell her my feelings for her as well."

He has feelings for her.

Your heart shatters.

You're glad that he walks out right away because you couldn't have stopped your tears from coming out even if you wanted to. You run out of the back door, desperate to get far away.

I guess I was the problem all this time. I just wasn't someone you could look at that way.

You had always known that. You had always known that he didn't feel for you the way you did. But that hadn't stopped you from falling for him. Hard. How could you have not? Eight years of knowing him... You didn't even realise when you fell for him. Loving him just came so naturally to you.

Logically, it makes sense. They make sense. She is beautiful and tall and smart. And so is he. They are the type of couple who would be featured on the cover of a magazine. Which, given their career trajectories, is bound to happen sooner or later.

But the heart doesn't care for logic and at this moment you feel like it will actually burst from the amount of pain you're feeling.

You spend the rest of the evening and the entire night crying in your room.

Morning comes and you feel worse than ever. Your head is throbbing, your nose is stuffy and your eyes are swollen. You decide to skip school. It's the last day before break anyway. Maybe this break will be good for you. It will give you some time to adjust to everything and compose yourself.

You go back to bed and sleep through the entire day.

You thought you'd feel better after getting some rest but you still feel like shit.

You drag yourself out of bed. Your entire body feels like it weighs ten times more.

Maybe a shower and some fresh air will do you good.

You head out.

No matter how much you try to think of something else, your mind keeps coming back to him. Your eyes keep searching for him. You look in the direction of his room. The curtains are open and you can see it is empty.

Of course he's not home yet. He's probably out with her again.

Even though it's barely a minute away, you feel exhausted by the time you reach the park. Thankfully, it is empty.

You sit on one of the swings and look around. Most of your memories with Ushijima are tied to this park. This is where you both have spent the majority of your last eight years together.

All the sweet memories make you tear up again.

"You didn't come to school today."

You were so lost in your head that you didn't realise when he walked up to you. You blink back your tears.

"Oh... hi. Yeah, I - I wasn't feeling very well today," you say, not meeting his eye.

"You seem upset."

He noticed.

"Oh... I'm fine. Really. It's just been a rough day. It's nothing to worry about," you say, still evading his gaze.

He sits on the swing next to you. You look to the side and see he has a volleyball in his lap.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You quickly avert your gaze again.

"No."

"I see. Well, would you like me to distract you? Talk about something else?"

It is getting harder to keep your tears in check. You're sure your voice will crack if you speak. You just nod.

"You would've liked the movie. It wasn't as focused on volleyball as Nakamura said it would-"

Great. He's chosen the worst topic he could have talked about. You don't want to hear about his date. You need to change the topic. Quickly.

"What are you doing here?" you blurt out the one question that has been weighing on your mind ever since he came here.

"What do you mean? I came here to play volleyball with you."

"I- I mean... I thought you would spend your free time with Ho-Hoshiko from now."

"Why would I do that?"

"B- because you're d-dating her?" Your voice cracks.

"I am not dating Nakamura."

What?

"What do you mean you're not dating her? I thought you liked her. Didn't you go on a date with her yesterday?"

"I do like her. Just not romantically. And no, I went to watch the movie with Tendou. She had already bought the tickets so I bought them from her. I wanted to watch it with you but you went home. "

"But... you left to tell her your feelings for her..."

"I did. I wanted to clarify that I only feel for her as a friend. It was only thanks to you that I was able to tell her in time before I ended up hurting her unintentionally."

"I...see..."

Relief floods your heart. You suddenly feel a hundred pounds lighter. You finally gather the courage to look at him. He is looking right back at you.

"Can I ask you something?" you say, your lower lip trembling.

"Of course."

"Do you have romantic feelings for anyone?"

You instantly regret speaking up as soon as the question leaves your mouth. You know he never lies. And if he doesn't feel the same w-

"Yes. You."

You stare at him blankly.

It's subtle but his expression has changed from completely serious to something a little softer. You can't quite place what it is. Is it concern? nervousness? Adoration?

"R-really? You like me? Romantically?"

"Yes."

"Since when?"

"Ah," he rubs his chin, "I'm not sure..."

You're still having difficulty believing that any of this is real.

"You know," he continues, "After my father, you were the first person who ever wanted to play with me."

He points towards the corner of the park. "I was practicing against that wall that day when you came up to me. Do you remember?"

"Of course I remember. I can never forget that day."

"So many people have come and gone from my life but you have been with me for so long that, I guess somewhere along the way I just assumed you would stay forever. Which, I now realise, I shouldn't have."

He feels the same. He has always felt the same.

"Toshi?"

He turns to you again.

"I love you."

He breaks into a soft smile.

"I love you too."

Holyshit this was a ride. I'm glad I wrote this and I hope you guys enjoy.

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jadeee · 4 months

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Living with Nanami

I get the feeling there'll be a part 2... I've never done anything note motivated but maybe if this gets 100 notes I will 👀 -> update: read part 2 here!

He habitually wipes the bathroom countertop after using the sink. It's ingrained in him. We all saw that ep in season 1.

Definitely has a modern aesthetic which when paired with yours is very... interesting. He'll eye whatever knick knacks you have in silence, keeping his thoughts to himself.

Your feet felt warm on the multi-colored rug you placed in front of the couch. The walls were decorated with art you picked out, a few pops of green from your many plants here and there. Then there was the odd trinket you found from a thrift store years ago which stood upright on the coffee table. The longer he studied the color blocked sections of your bookshelf, the more his set mouth morphed into an impressed smile. Your hands brushed against each other until he took yours in his completely.

His pet peeve would definitely be little bits of trash scattered throughout the house. He's not passive aggressive but he won't lash out or lecture you. Just a little "Darling, I noticed you forget to throw things out sometimes. Why is that?"

Another pet peeve I see for him is walking around brushing your teeth or flossing 💀 if you walk down the hall flossing, he just imagines bits of plaque flying onto the walls silently. I'm not sure if he'd say anything about this because he thinks you may find it silly and he knows it's not a big deal but a piece of him shudders just a bit.

Always has pads, tampons, and pain relief meds in stock. He'll get the special snacks you like around that time of the month. Whenever it hits you, he's there with everything prepped and ready to go. I imagine he'll secretly want you to ask him for cuddles just so he can spoon you 💗 he rests his hands on your low abdomen while talking to you softly, his breath tickling your ear.

Side note: He doesn't get into the habit of carrying these things around until one day you two are out and you're period suddenly comes out then he goes on the hunt for a pad or tampon.

He's very serious about going to sleep at a certain time and is lowkey bothered when he sees you staying up late - if it's for work, okay fine but if you're up on your phone or watching TV, expect a "you should really go to bed". If you're being a brat and he's really serious, he will haul you off to bed. He wants to give you a peck on the cheek so you know he's not mad but he won't because he's feeling petty.

The place would look very clean and organized nearly all the time except for the weekends. I believe in this 100% because Friday night is when he finally let's loose just a bit. Maybe he had too much to drink when you two went out but you look so cute and you smell so good and my God, your lips... Saturday morning rolls around and so does he in the sheets. His arms wrap around you as he groans softly against your skin, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. He knows the place is a bit messy but would rather clean tomorrow since he wants to spend the day with you.

Cleaning is a shared effort. He's not doing all the work and neither are you. I love him and I know he's all for taking care of you but I feel like realistically, this would truly be a shared task. Doing dishes can suck and so can cleaning the bathroom but it's enjoyable when you're playing your music. When he hauls the laundry off to the washing machine, he can't help but look in your direction and smile at the private show you're putting on for yourself.

No matter who cooks, dishes are typically done together. I think it'd become a tradition to bake on Saturdays. Ohh some cake with wine in the afternoon? You two sitting on the porch just giggling and talking about nothing and everything inbetween. Then when golden hours hits and the sun just casts that heavenly glow on you.

Kento leans back with a soft grin on his face.

"What are you smiling at?" you block the sun from your face.

"My light, my life."

Heat filled your cheeks as you dropped your head and crossed your legs.

Kento chuckled, "Did I make you nervous?"

"No." you snicker then glance up at him.

He filled your empty glass, "You're a better baker than you are a liar."

You grinned then looked off into the sunset to hide your embarrassment but it only highlighted the things Nanami loved about you.

He doesn't go to sleep mad or upset. He doesn't have the space for it or the time or the energy. Your relationship isn't perfect but it's worth fighting for and he makes sure to do that whenever you two have a fight. If you're both home that night, he won't invade your space but he'll make sure to let you know he cares in some way. Say you fall asleep on the couch? You're going to wake up in the bed and wonder how he ended up on the couch instead. If you haven't eaten, he'll bring you a small snack without saying anything.

This is really random but the security would honestly be multi-layered. Definitely a self insert bc home invasions TERRIFY ME 😭 he'd invest in a good alarm system and have the security cameras outside - yes, cameras to cover the front and back door.

Hmm, what else? Oh you'd have house shoes by the door. I like to think someone bought you two matching ones as a wedding gift or couple themed - like his and hers.

Fun fact: Sharing a bed with you the first night was weird for him. He didn't feel uncomfortable but he didn't feel comfortable either. He just laid there like a man in a coffin.

"Nanami?"

"Hm?" he turned his head to glance at you in the dark.

"Are you ok?"

"... I'm fine, why do you ask?"

The sound of you moving around made his ears turn pink and he was grateful for the dark for once. "You just seem so," he tried not to grunt when you poked his side "stiff."

"Hm, it's really nothing. You should go to sleep."

More rustling he wished would go away. Each second caused a slow heat to creep from his feet to his face.

"Can I hold you?"

He turned his head again then glanced up at the black ceiling. A sigh escaped his lips as he rolled over. Your limbs found each other in the dark and you rested your head near his. His chest deflated of anxiety then.

"Is this better? Do you feel comfortable?"

The sudden feel of lips against your forehead made you smile.

"Yes," he said softly then held you tight until he fell asleep.

Author's Note: I only saw him as the husband while writing this. You're already married in this headcanon.

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hellishjoel · 5 months

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what happens after

2.9k / pairing: joel miller x f!reader

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summary: A string that pulled you out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar. And what happens after.

warnings/information: swearing, alcohol consumption, minor injury, blood, light angst, allusions to smut, one-night stand vibes, soft!joel (thank you kiwi!)

A/N: I have been working on multiple wips, but then this idea struck, and I wrote it in a day and a half flat! Thank you to @kiwisbell for beta-ing this one shot!! It would not sound as clean as it does without her <3 love you kiwi!! And thank you @thetriumphantpanda for being my cheerleader when I was screaming about this idea and obsessively writing it <3 Lastly, I've decided to start using banners because I was introduced to @saradika's blog and I'm OBSESSED! Please consider reblogging and checking out their masterlist!

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“Are you okay? Are you hurt? Shit,” the first-name-only man named Joel mutters.

You’re standing in his kitchen, feet circled in glass shards. The light above the kitchen sink spotlights a small droplet of blood that glides with vigor down your foot. You barely feel the cut, but the sting is underlying.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you blurt, the reality of what’s happened finally hitting you. You were just filling a glass of water. Perhaps you were snooping inside the handsome stranger's home. You were curious about the older, southern-charm-filled man with the barely-there smile who took you home after an hour of casual flirting over drinks.

Joel grabs your waist since your feet are frozen in place, afraid to move. He uses his upper body strength to hoist you up and out of harm's way, assuring that he doesn’t step on any spare shards himself as he rests your body to sit on his countertop. Your hands gently grip onto the breadth of his broad shoulders, fingers delicately pressing into his warm skin as your body lightly shudders from the chill of the counter.

“Sit,” he barks.

You nip at your bottom lip, soft and tired eyes glancing at the blood that trickles onto his floor.

“Did you step on any?” he presses, wetting a paper towel, gathering the pieces on the floor, and carefully navigating them into the trash bin.

“No, didn’t step on any. But when it broke…” You tilt your head down, Joel following your eyeline to see how a shard had nicked your skin after the glass had shattered into tiny fragments. He sighs quietly and flattens his hand to coast up and down his stubble-filled jawline in thought. You purse your lips and hesitantly meet his eyes.

“Just a scratch,” you say, shrugging it off.

Joel brings your foot up, heel resting on the edge of the countertop as he observes the two-inch-long scrape that barely breaches the surface of your skin. He grabs a tissue and lightly wets it, placing it over the scratch and adding pressure as you wince. He instructs your hands to take his place. “Stay,” he says before exiting the kitchen.

“I’m not a dog, you know! I know more commands than just sit and stay.” You huff as you lean your head back, gently thudding your skull into one of his cabinets as you echo out your pain with a whispered curse.

A light flicks on down the dark hallway, and you observe his quiet home in silence. The glass of water was your initial goal. After Joel fell asleep beside you, tuckered out after midnight activities, you caught a second wind of energy and found yourself staring at the ceiling in boredom.

Sneaking out from under the covers, cupping your tits as you searched the floor for your underwear. Everything was a mess, socks thrown about and shoes a tripping hazard in the middle of the doorway. You pulled on his shirt he wore at the bar. It smelled of pine and a little bit of Old Spice deodorant. Attempting not to wake him, you quietly felt your feet meet the cold hardwood as you snuck out of his bedroom. You didn’t know much about him besides that he was a casual flirt. The southern accent gave his origins away. And god, did he know how to press you up against his truck just right.

His body was perfectly chiseled marble. Broad body with a stocky torso and large, calloused hands that melted into the soft skin of your cheeks. His tongue licked your lips before he explored your mouth. Your hands were in his dark chocolate hair, those wispy curls that lined his forehead, and the perfect crow’s feet by his eyes. It was all a blur after that. The amount of times you came was damn near blinding, which made it all the more frustrating when you couldn’t sleep. You slept the best in your own bed, not a stranger’s.

The hallway light flicks off, and Joel returns with a small first aid kit. He doesn’t look at you but rather focuses on cleaning the small wound with a little soap and more warm water. He’s controlled the bleeding; the cut was too small to make a real fuss anyway. You whimper as he adds an over-the-counter antiseptic cream to prevent infection.

“Shush,” he whispers in false annoyance, brows furrowed in concentration as his body looms over yours, foreheads barely brushing as you both watch his hands carefully mend you.

“You shush,” you counter, watching as a small smile breaks across his face. He playfully scoffs after he applies a small brown bandaid across the expanse of your foot.

“What, were you sneakin’ out on me?” he asks, voice low and drenched with sleep. You feel bad for waking him.

You tighten your lips in a furled smile, your soft hand gently cupping his rugged cheek. “I don’t do that. Anymore.”

Joel scoffs playfully, his hand reaching up past you to the knob of the cabinet by your head. He slyly picks up a glass and fills it with water at the sink before offering it to you.

“Thanks,” you mutter with slight embarrassment, the back of your neck catching some heat as you gently sip on the cold water.

Joel crosses his arms, curiously gazing over you adorning his shirt. He had worn it earlier to the bar. He was meant to meet his brother, Tommy, but he never showed. Joel decided, since he was already there, that he could kick back an ice-cold beer or two. You were looking too pretty, silently staring at the flatscreen above the bar, playing with the straw in your drink.

“Seat taken?” he had asked, to which you gave him that gut-clenching, glowy smile. The first thing he found himself sneaking glimpses of were your perfect lips. Whether you were grinning, speaking, or sucking on your straw, he wondered where else those pretty lips would look so perfect.

For the next hour, his singular goal was to kiss you, to taste you. Anything after that was considered a bonus. He had never felt this feverish for a kiss in so long. To taste someone. To melt. So when you batted your eyelashes and gently landed your warm hand on his upper thigh, he was hooked. Luckily, so were you.

After midnight and his head hit the pillow, he was out. Until he woke to a crash coming from further inside the house, and the other half of his bed was empty. He found a pair of sweats and, half-asleep, found the source of the noise. And there you were, bare-legged, shirt dangling by your upper thighs, and your hand outstretched, holding nothing but a figment of air. He looked down at your feet, seeing that a glass must have slipped through your fingers.

“So if you don’t sneak out on men anymore in the middle of the night,” Joel continues as he helps you down off the counter, your feet still cautious as they hit the ground before you both exit the kitchen, “what were you doin’?”

You follow him to his living room. He pulls the string to a standing lamp before he settles down in a large chair. From the looks of it, that’s his chair. He falls into it perfectly, like he’s probably done a million and one times after a long day of work or a lazy Sunday watching football. You settle on the taupe couch beside his chair and set your glass of water down on the side table.

“I just had a hard time falling asleep. I thought maybe a glass of water would help.”

Joel nods slowly, eyes grazing over your body: your bandaged foot, accompanied by bare legs and his worn shirt that hung oversized on you. He liked the sight. His eyes flitted back up to your own, watching as you slowly surveyed his living room with a hint of curiosity.

You abandon your spot on the couch, walking up to a bookshelf with your hands lightly clasped behind your back. Despite being a tad quiet and very broody, he seems like a complex guy. His interests are scattered, from a manual on the birds of North America to a collector’s edition of Fitzgerald’s The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Your fingers stroke the old book's spine, turning to a small framed photo of him and a young girl. He has a daughter—of course he did.

Joel looks younger, hugging the girl at his side with his arm wrapped around her shoulders while she dangled a set of keys in the air, an impossibly infectious smile on her face that made her cheeks glow. Joel’s hair was a lot darker. Thankfully, he still had all of its fullness. Pretty curls licking at the ends of each strand, no salt and pepper in sight like he has now. Aging suits him.

“She’s beautiful. What’s her name?”

Joel watches from afar as you admire the silver frame and its contents. That picture was from several years ago when Sarah was a teenager, and she had just passed her driver’s test. On her first try, too. They did lots of practicing in the shopping mall’s parking lot after hours. She was no natural, though. And Joel wasn’t the best teacher, with only a pinch of patience to his name. But she begged him to practice nearly every damn day after school. She wanted to be the first of her friends to have her license.

“Sarah,” he says with a fond smile, just happy upon speaking her name. “She’s at Texas U, studying…” He pauses and shakes his head, always forgetting the long and strung-out major. He closes his eyes and puts his head down to think. “Geosystems engineering and hydrogeology. What that means, don’t ask.”

You give him a crooked smile before placing the photo back in its rightful spot. You picked up a few other pieces, Joel explaining them in a sentence or less.

“Photography books?”

“Sarah’s. She does it as a hobby.”

That explains the vintage camera one shelf down. Your fingers find the neck of an acoustic guitar that was resting against the bookshelf, playfully wiggling an eyebrow at him. It was beautiful, finished with a light wood stain, and the strings were just freshly tightened. He played, and often. Now you noticed all the small guitar picks of varying colors that littered nearly every shelf. He could play guitar, but could he sing? You decided it was a tad too personal to ask, but you’d keep it in your back pocket.

You hum and hold up an old football trophy with his name etched on the nameplate, cocking your eyebrow playfully.

“MVP?”

Joel simply closes his eyes and shrugs as he purses his lips, his silent way of saying no big deal.

You both sneer playfully, admiring the other little tidbits of Joel. And now you had his last name from that trophy. Joel Miller. He disappears into the kitchen while you keep exploring. Old southern cookbooks, more sports memorabilia, plant and nature guides, along with a hiking pamphlet for the local area.

Tiredness sets in behind your eyes. You can feel it in your body, the way you’re slowly growing heavier, and standing is too much of a chore. Your eyes flick up to the window once you’ve sat back down on the couch, seeing the distant orange of a rising sun through his windows.

Joel returns from the kitchen, two mugs in hand, with hot steam rolling off the top like billowing smoke.

“You take cream? Sugar?”

You shake your head and take the coffee as it is, letting your fingers get accustomed to the warmth of the mug. “This is fine. Thanks.”

Joel tips his head, chin pointing to the door. “I’ll grab you a blanket. We can sit on the porch swing. If you’d like,” he offers, to which you nod. Joel grabs the blanket that's folded at the end of the couch, and you follow him out the front door. It’s a little chilly. The grass is glistening with morning dew. Joel sits down first and puts his arm around the back of the porch swing.

He puts out his hand, offering to take your coffee. You wrap the blanket around the top of your shoulders and pull it tight around you, small hands clutching it around your chest as you fall in beside him. You settle your head on his shoulder, and once he’s returned your mug, he gently runs his hand up and down your covered arm.

Joel can smell distant perfume and the eucalyptus shampoo you’ve recently used. You can feel him set his chin at the top of your head, both admiring the sun starting to rise beyond the houses huddled around the street’s small cul-de-sac. The morning chill disappears once the sun arrives for its shift, humming as you feel the warmth that seeps through your stomach from the coffee.

“You make one hell of a cup of joe, Joel.”

He lets out a breathy chuckle through his nose.

“Thanks.”

As the sun rises higher in the sky, you feel that it’s time to go. Not because Joel is rushing you or things are feeling awkward after a one night stand. It was just time.

After you finish your coffee, Joel walks you back inside. He sets your mugs in the sink, tiredly rubbing his eyes before he follows you to his bedroom. With his help, you’re able to piece together your wardrobe from the night before.

He snuffs out a laugh as you turn your back to him to take off his shirt, changing into the one you came with.

“S’nothing I haven’t seen already.”

“Wouldn’t you like that, Miller,” you tease before you secure the top, grabbing your purse and assuring you have stuffed your cell phone, wallet, and keys inside.

Joel pushes himself off his bed, a strange feeling inside him as he watches you get ready to leave. That’s how this sort of thing worked, one-night stands. But he enjoyed you and your company beyond what happened in the bedroom. You’re delightfully chatty and a tad clumsy, but there’s no denying that last night into this morning was one of the best days he’s had in a while.

“Do you need a ride back to the bar? To get your car?” he asks once you’ve returned from the bathroom, vying for more time with you. Perhaps he could make breakfast, or you both could finally fall asleep after a long night.

“No, thank you, though. My friend is on her way to pick me up.”

Joel nods gently and stands silently with his hands stuffed in the pocket of his sweats. He walks you to the door, his living room flooded with the orange hue of early morning light. He sees a car slowly pull up to his driveway, to which you look up to him with a light, tired smile.

“Get some rest,” Joel mutters quietly, his own voice laced deep with a need for sleep. “And take care of your foot.”

“Thanks. Will do.” You playfully salute him, and he opens the door for you. He walks you down the porch steps, both of you casually smiling in an unsure way of how to say goodbye. Joel is the first one to make a move. His hand settles on your waist, stopping your movements as he pulls you into his front. His head dips down, and he shares one last kiss with you. The lips and smile that lured him in the first place. Soft and gentle, unlike the hungry and eager ones from last night, where he pressed you up against his truck.

You can’t help but smile and lace your arms loosely around his neck, kissing him back as a gentle thank you for everything and sorry for breaking your water glass. You smile as you pull away, just a few inches as one of the hands you had weakly resting on his broad shoulder moves to cup his grey stubbled cheek.

He was so handsome, too handsome to only see just once. You place one last peck to his lips before he releases your waist with slight reluctance, sighing as you step inside your friend’s car. Joel watches as the car circles around the cul-de-sac, making their way down the road. Joel clears his throat and bends down to grab the newspaper that was tossed by the grass.

Once inside, the house felt utterly empty again. No woman had been here in so long, looked at him the way you did in ages. He wouldn’t pull two mugs down from the kitchen cabinets for a while. He wouldn’t share his bed any time soon. He’d wondered if he’d see you again. And maybe you two could just talk because, frankly, he enjoyed that part too.

Sex and the physical connection he shared with you was one thing, but what happens after might be what he’ll cherish the most. The banter, the conversation, falling asleep beside one another, or at least the attempt to do so. Joel would remember those fragments of happiness, the little things that brought him warmth that spread through his chest. Until then, or until he sees you again, he’ll revel in the memories shared.

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 4 months

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Love me or hate me, both are in my favor (Miguel O’Hara x Fem! Reader [HS Academic rivals AU])

Hiii! I can’t believe I haven’t updated this series since last year! ( I hate myself too don’t worry) hope you all have a good 2024! Hope you enjoy the new chapter! Not proofread.

(Y/N)- Your name.

Cursing, villains villaining, reader almost dying (she doesn’t tho don’t worry)

Word count: 1.8k

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Chapter 7: this world is only gonna break your heart

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If Miguel had a nickel for everytime you had been attacked by a monster-like man creature, and had to be rescued by him, he’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice.

The police had made quick work for once and had evacuated the area, making sure to keep up when the scene moved from the aquarium back over to Coney Island. News choppers keeping a distance from where they flew in the air, capturing live footage of your capturer dodging police, using you as a human shield in an attempt to keep bullets from being fired in his direction. You would have squirmed against the blue tentacles that wrapped around your body, if it weren’t for him holding you hostage on top of the wonder wheel, one wrong move and you could slip off, or worse, he could drop you off it like you were nothing more than a piece of trash.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears as you begged to be let go, to be placed back on ground level, but he wouldn’t even glance in your direction, instead opting to look out into the crowd, watching, waiting. He seemed to be getting impatient, you could tell by the irritated huff he let out, before you felt his limb tighten slightly before your feet began to be lifted off the narrow steel beams underneath themselves. Your hands instinctively go to grip the blue ampendage, you let out a screech, your throat raw as you begged for him to not let go, your tears cascading down your face as he waits. If you were thinking clearly, it would have clicked in your mind. You were acting as bait.

TWAP

The wind was knocked out of your lungs as you were suddenly webbed against the bright orange Farris wheel, a sob escapes your lips as you quickly evert your eyes from the floor that was at least 50 yards beneath you, praying to whatever gods would listen to make sure the neon red silk wouldn’t decide to snap underneath you, while you felt the octopus-man’s tentacle pull away from you.

“Spider-Man! I see my favorite insect finally decided to join us.”

“Doc ock.” Spider-Man grumbled as he began to scale the amusement park ride. “What do I owe the displeasure to this time.” Finally, he decided to move from his spot at the top of the Farris wheel, both men leaving you basically forgotten. Doc ock didn’t justify the remark with an answer, rather begins to weave himself between the teal metal beams, as Spider-Man went after him, attempting to trap him in webs as he followed. Like a game of cat and mouse. “Let’s get this over with doc, we both know how this is gonna end.”

You had no idea what was happening behind you, but you did know that every time they gripped onto the metal of the wheel as they used it like a jungle gym the whole thing would shake, it was utterly terrifying. You were never partially scared of heights before, but now you definitely were. The adrenaline rush was making your blood pump and your heart beat to ring in your ears, trying to take deep breaths as you bit your lip to keep your whimpers and sobs low. Why couldn’t one of those damn news hoppers grab you?

You have no idea how long you’ve been stuck against the Farris wheel, but it feels like an eternity.

Finally, you let out a gasp as you heard one of the webs begin to rip from beneath you, feeling the thin silk brush lightly against your ankle as it slowly begins to unwind. Instinctively you grabbed onto one of the webs that was a bit higher on your body, one that seemed thicker, more sturdy, just in time for the unwinding of the web on your lower half to pick up speed. You let out another yelp as you finally felt the webbing snap and fall down, letting out a sob as it flowed away in the wind, as you tried to hoist yourself up higher on the neon red webs.

“Help! Spider-Man help!” Your pleas reached Miguel’s ears faster than anyone else’s would have, he quickly glanced up and saw you were quite literally hanging from a thread. If he wasn’t quick enough, you’d surely plummet and be severely injured, or worse… “I’m gonna fall! Please!” You interrupted yourself with another scream as you watched in horror as the sting of web you were depending on to keep yourself up, starts to slowly rip away due to gravity. Miguel let out a frustrated huff, as he stopped for a second to catch his breath, he could throw that nasty octopus in the slammer another time, he couldn’t let you get injured again. He wouldn’t.

“I’m coming!” Doc ock was quickly dropped from Miguel’s mind as fast as the octopus fled the scene. Miguel begins to quickly climb back up to your level, unfortunately, his strength and speed shook the metal structure as he climbed back up, leaving small claw marks as he re-ascended the Farris wheel. The shaking only sped up the deteriorating of the web you were holding onto, until-

Snap.

You were screaming but you couldn’t hear anything but a ringing in your ears that was getting more intense every inch you got closer to the floor. The watching crowd could only let out a collective gasp as they watched your descent, mothers covering their children’s ears and eyes, teenagers recording on their phones, your teachers that were supervising watching in horror knowing that this was going to be a PR nightmare for the boarding school despite if you somehow managed to get out unscathed.

You were so petrified and out of it that you didn’t even realized that Spider-Man had jumped off after you until you felt his arm cling around your waist, pulling back out of your deer-in-headlights-like state, causing your arms to instinctively around his neck before using his free hand to shoot a web onto the wonder wheel, stop you both only 20 feet or so before you would have hit the floor. Your hearing slowly started to come back to, hearing the sounds of the crowd of onlookers clapping and cheering on the masked vigilante.

“Hey.” Your head snapped over to him once he finally spoke, both of your chest heaving rapidly.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“We need to stop meeting like this.” He joked, and you didn’t have to see his face under his mask to know his smile widened when you let out a shaky laugh at the quip.

“Can you put me down now Mr.Spider-Man?” You asked with a small giggle, readjusting your arms around his neck, now he was the one who let out a shaky chuckle.

“Right , right…” he mumbled before he started to lower you both down, gently helping you to your feet, expecting him to do the same, but instead he just flipped himself upside down as he hung from the red web in front of you.

And you weren’t sure if it was the post-almost dying adrenaline rushing through your bloodstream, or if it was your mind being clouded by the utter most gratefulness at the fact that he had saved you from death’s clutches more then once, but you did something you’d never do if you were thinking 100% correctly, knowing you’ll probably be embarrassed by the actions when your replaying the memories late at night in bed, but right now, that wasn’t gonna stop you. The crowd or the news choppers watching you wasn’t gonna stop you either.

So, taking in a deep breath for courage, you go to bring your hand up to his face and dip your finger under his mask and lifting it just above his nose. You had paused for a second once your hands traveled to rest on either side of his still covered temples, just to give him the ability to recover the lower half of his face and pushed you away if he wanted, and you were really expecting him too. But instead, you watched as his plump lips pulled up (down?) into a small smirk, taking this as your greenlight, you leaned forward, letting your lips meet.

You finally understood what authors meant when they would write about feeling fireworks. You finally understood why rom-com movies would play grand music during the main characters sharing a kiss. Your heart swells as your eyes closed, you felt like you could kiss Spider-Man forever. You really want to.

“Get it spidey!”

“That’s (Y/N), isn’t it?”

“Oh my god it is!”

The comments from the still watching crowd brought you down from high, cheeks redding as you heard a random stand-byer let out a whistle. Suddenly reminding you of your shameless act as you pulled away from the upside down spider, who only let out an amused chuckle as he pulled down his mask again, it coming out a bit breathless due to him still recovering from the kiss/fight.

You go to whip your mouth as you finally turn away from him, and you immediately spot Mj and Pete at the front of the metal fence that the police had placed to keep the crowd away from the whole ordeal. Your embarrassed smile only widens when you say his hand resting on her waist.

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Miguel’s smile had never been wider when he walked back into his shared room, his brother already sprawled on his own bed as he fumbled and fidgeted with a rubix cube. Glancing at his brother when he heard the door click close.

“Wonder what’s got you all smiles? Would it happen to be a certain kiss from a certain girl?” Gabriel teased, his smirk causing Miguel to roll his eyes.

“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Miguel quipped, pulling his windbreaker off and tossing it in the hamper.

“Don’t play dumb Mig, it’s all over the news and the internet.” Gabriel scoffed as he placed the incomplete cube on his chest, before propping himself up on his elbows. “What happened to hating her?”

Now it’s the elder of the two to scoff. “I still do.”

“Then why didn’t you stop her?”

“Well- I didn’t want to embarrass her! There was a crowd and news crews-“

Gabriel fully sits up on his bed. “Just admit it Miguel! You don’t hate her! Hell, you're probably in love with her!”

“I’m not taking this crap. I’m going out for a walk.” Miguel grumbled before getting up from his seat on his own bed, his brother only rolling his eyes at his dramatics. It wasn’t until he closed the door after stepping out of his dorm that it hit him like a freight train.

Gabriel was right. He didn’t hate you as much as he liked to lead on…

Fuck.

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charmingsoa · 2 months

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✶ Where the Wild Things Are: One ✶ ■ 1960s Sons of Anarchy story ■

⌃ Jax Teller/ OC x Thomas Teller/OC ⌃

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I stared at the clock – the hands slowly moving as my packed suitcase sat below my bed.

The thought of leaving the ruling and hard hand of my father had been a pipedream of mine for a while. There were days when I convinced myself that today was the day. I was just gonna walk right out of the house – bidding my parents a big fuck you as I ventured into the new world. I always managed to talk myself out of it after an hour – too afraid of what my father would do to stop me. Before tonight, I never even had a bag packed or a plan for that matter.

“I had to hear from Fred Hastings that he saw you and Wilson Grady fornicating in the back alley of his hardware store. Do you know how embarrassed your mother and I are to have people know that our daughter – our only daughter – is nothing but a cheap whore?”

I winced as he roughly grabbed onto my arms, shaking my upper body in rage as my mother just sat back and watched. The belt that he had used so often was wrapped around his hand, the buckle dangling as he shook.

“You are nothing but a piece of trash – a cheap whore that will open her legs to any man on the streets.” I sniffed back tears, my red hair sticking to my face as it became wet. He roughly pushed me to the ground, standing over me with a look of disgust etched on his aging face.

I attempted to get up, only to be stopped by his heavy foot on my abdomen. “Don’t even think about getting up, whore.” I glanced over at my mother hoping that she would make him throw in the towel. Her dead eyes met mine, looking away quickly as father’s heavy hand made contact with my thigh.

The leather material of the belt hurt like hell, but he had moved past using that. His favorite – at least for me – was the buckle. I can’t begin to tell you how many scars I have on my upper thighs and bottom from the contact of the metal meeting my thin skin.

Blow after blow – derogatory words spewing from his mouth like venom with each strike. My older brother, Brian was finally the one to step in – telling our father that I’ve had enough. Brian didn’t bother helping me up or making sure I was okay, too afraid of father himself.

Out of breath, father’s eyes connected with mine. “You think this time was bad-“His face mere inches from mine. “If I even hear that you’ve looked at another boy – I will make sure you won’t see the light of day ever again.”

I must’ve laid there for 30 minutes before slowly walking back to my bedroom. The sun had set by this time – meaning that it was almost bedtime for Roy and Brenda. Father made it a rule that it was lights out at sunset – the mind and body needed at least 7-8 hours of rest. Plus, his famous words were that nothing good happens after sunset.

Without giving it a second thought, I just started to pack.

I kept the lights off, giving off the appearance that I was sleeping in bed. I just grabbed whatever I had, stuffing it into the large suitcase. I knew that I would have to leave most of my possessions – items that I had collected since childhood. My father would more than likely just throw everything in the fire since he’s already said it was all a waste of money…

The big hand hovered over the 12 as I quietly gathered the case. I held my shoes in my hands as I took one last look at my childhood room. The pink walls dulling with age – the room holding good and bad memories. Tears welled in my eyes as I walked away, tiptoeing past my parents’ bedroom door. The house was silent – the only noise coming from the clocks on the walls. For once, the steps that led downstairs didn’t creak – the energy of the house agreeing with my decision to leave for good.

Once I reached the outside air – the realization of my actions crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. There was no way I could spend another minute/hour in that house – under the rule of a father who only cared about himself. If I didn’t leave now, I would’ve found a way of leaving this world all together. I wasn’t gonna give him that satisfaction though – Roy Landry deserved to know that I was somewhere in the world living a life that he frowned upon. I wanted word to get back to him that I was running wild – enjoying life – and screwing anyone and everyone that I damn well pleased. He can take the shame and embarrassment that he said I caused the family and shove it up his uptight ass!

That would be the last time I would see my parents alive. Word came that my father died a few years after I left – a heart attack, I think. To this day, my brothers blame me for the decline of our father’s health – saying that the stress of me leaving put a strain on his heart. My mother couldn’t bear to live without my father – passing away five years later in her sleep. I remember trying to call her one day after finding out I was pregnant – a part of me thinking that she had the right to know. Before I could even ask how she was doing, she interrupted and told me to never call her again.

“Thanks for the ride.”

I exited the car, the rain relentless as it soaked through my clothes. I managed to hitch a ride from an older couple – probably feeling sorry for me as I stood on the side of the road. I had been thumbing for a ride for two days now – making it further than I thought I would. I was far enough from home that I didn’t worry about my father or brothers coming to look for me.

I looked across the road – a diner casting a glow through the weather. I hadn’t bathed in three days – the rain and humidity making my skin feel sticky and gross. I had a couple bucks from a man that picked me up yesterday – money in exchange for a quick blow job. He was your typical sleaze ball but he got me out of Arkansas so I couldn’t complain. When I left home, I didn’t have any money saved up. Roy and Brenda weren’t the type of parents to give cash for chores. I hadn’t eaten since dinner that evening, my stomach cramping from the hunger pains.

I darted across the road, stepping into the muggy building. The older men at the counter watched as I made my way to the restroom – the sink my only option for getting cleaned up. I quickly washed what I could – getting the important bits and pits – pulling off my dirty clothes and replacing them with shorts and a halter top. I pulled my red hair into a ponytail – combing out the knots that had formed from the rain. Once satisfied with my work, I stepped back into the restaurant, taking a seat in an empty booth. I ordered a cheeseburger and fries – basically scarfing it down in record time. I left what was left of my change for the elderly waitress before stepping back out into the summer rain.

I managed to flag down a semi-trailer driver who was headed to Utah with a shipment of goods. He called himself Groovy Bill – a widower from Florida. He had also fought in the war, stationed in France for two years before he was medically discharged. He walked with a limp – the injury coming from a stray bullet that shattered his femur. Groovy Bill didn’t expect anything for the ride – simply enjoying the company. During our three days together, he told me about his wife, Jane and how he met her at the American Legion before he was deployed. They got married once he returned home and started their family. Jane was developed pneumonia after routine surgery and passed away shortly after. I could tell that Bill truly loved and cared about his wife – her picture kept close to his heart.

I was kind of sad when his rig pulled into the office’s parking lot. I waited until he was completely unloaded, wanting to thank him one last time for his generosity and kindness. He didn’t have to pick me up – Hell, he didn’t have to be the kind man that I knew he could only be. In the three days that were together, I felt more of a connection to this man than I did my own father. Bill had a heart of gold and only wanted what was best for his children and people in general.

“Well –“ A sad smile spreading across his bearded face. “ I guess this is the end of the line, chickadee.”

Tears clouded my vision as my arms wrapped tightly around his midsection. The smell of bruit filled my senses as he returned the gesture.

“You take care of yourself, you hear?” I nodded my head against his plaid shirt.

We stood there silently, still embracing, before he pulled away. His tired eyes looked into mine as a fathers would. “Just because the lights are bright, and everything seems perfect- “He paused. “Doesn’t mean that there’s a rainbow at the end.” Referring to my quest to reach California. “You’re a beautiful girl and people will take advantage of that, but it’s up to you to push past the bullshit and become the woman you were born to be.”

With a kiss on top of my greasy head, Groovy Bill climbed back into his truck, driving back into the foggy, morning mist…

I would like to say the rest of my trip to reach California was a breeze, but it was more of a hurricane. Instead of an easy ride like the one I had with Bill, I was forced to give sexual favors in exchange for rides. The men that had picked me up seemed nice at first but the question of what they got in return was brought up halfway through. A blow job here – sex in the backseat there. I felt like a used rag by the time the last guy crossed the California border. He dropped me off outside a gas station once he got what he wanted, dust spinning as he tore back onto the road. It was early morning – probably close to three in the morning – and there wasn’t a soul in sight. This wasn’t our agreement – he was supposed to take me to San Francisco – telling me that’s where he was headed.

I stood under the flickering streetlamp – my heart pounding as different sounds could be heard in the distance. Mostly animals but your fear heightens when it’s pitch-black outside. I didn’t know whether to just wait it out and see if I could hitch another ride when the station opens or start walking now. It was likely impossible that someone would be on the roads this late – especially in an area such as this.

“Fuck.” I blew out a sigh, picking up my suitcase.

My sandals had broken several states back – my feet raw from working the pavement and rocky surface. I couldn’t see a foot in front of me, but I didn’t feel comfortable waiting until daylight. As I walked, the thought of if this was worth it kept popping into my mind. The people on the evening news made this look easy – full of peace and love. Granted, there was a group hitchhiking together, but even then, it wouldn’t be a walk in the park. Besides Groovy Bill and the older couple who picked me up at the start of all of this, I witnessed the hold that a man could have on a woman in need. They were willing to help if they got a kickback in the end. Sex was the only thing I could offer, and I wasn’t proud of that. They got off and I got dropped off.

I lasted another 30 minutes before collapsing in a field adjacent to the highway. I couldn’t go on any further – my legs quivering underneath me. A content sigh slipped past my lips as the cool grass cushioned my aching body. Sleep had been a distant friend since my journey started – my body staying awake to stay vigilant. I was desperate for rest – even if that meant sleeping on the side of the road. My mind finally took over – my eyes fluttering shut as my body relaxed.

This wouldn’t be the last time I pass out on the side of the road.

The sky was still dark when the rumbling of engines startled me awake. I moved to a sitting position as the group of headlights drew closer – my heart beating wildly in my chest at the unknown. A part of me hoped that the dusky scene would keep me hidden – but the other hoped that they would sweep me away from the misery I had created.

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The terrifying ordeal of seeing your abusive parent again after having finally escaped them: Mikey Edition

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Mikey was never the perfect ninja. He didn’t really want to be. Ninjutsu was fun, but the only practical use he had for it anymore was evading the cops if he got spotted tagging.

And, apparently, this.

He dropped down into a tunnel that felt much smaller than it used to be. Despite the years that had passed, he still knew the tunnels, the way into a place he never thought he’d be back to.

He never would’ve returned without reason.

This was a good reason.

The other day, Donnie idly mentioned some old computer bits he’d had when they were kids that he’d tinkered with. He mentioned he had some old photos of them stored on there he wish he could get back.

Raph had laughed and made a joke about if they ever got those photos back he’d learn scrapbooking and make the cheesiest, most ridiculous scrapbook he could for them.

How could he not come down?

Usually Leo would do this. Leo was the only one who still talked to the old rat, the only one who still visited, and even those were getting rarer.

Leo was off meeting Usagi’s family.

Meaning Mikey would do it.

Could he technically wait a week or so before asking Leo when he got back? Sure.

But that meant waiting.

Mikey hated waiting.

So here he was, putting all of his ninja training to use to sneak back into his childhood home (yuck) and grab some of Donnie’s old stuff to bring home.

He could totally do this.

Getting in wasn’t hard. The rat hadn’t updated any of Donnie’s old security, so it was a breeze to slip in. He skirted the edge of the lair in the shadows, keeping an ear out for any signs of movement.

He made sure to get to the entrance closest to Donnie’s old room and slipped in.

“Fucking hell.”

The place was trashed.

The old mattress was shredded in some placed, the desk toppled over and broken. Donnie’s old LED strips were torn at and his posters all ripped from the walls. Dust settled over all the wreckage. He could see a couple footsteps in them, all very obviously Leo’s. He followed them, ducking next to the busted desk, looking to see if he could salvage anything from there, but it seemed Leo had gotten it all.

Which meant he had to go looking for one of Donnie’s hiding places.

God damn it.

Okay, he remembered Donnie mentioning a lock box hidden in the back of his old closet, which was thankfully still upright. He dug through that, nearly gagging at the smell of mildew and dust that had built up over the years. He regretted not bringing his respirator.

He was taking so many vitamins when he got home.

He grinned to himself when he found the box, hidden in a secret panel near the back. He only found it because he accidentally leaned on it too much and fractured the wood, but Donnie didn’t have to know that.

He looked around the room again, wanting to be thorough so he wouldn’t have to come back.

Oh! The ceiling. Donnie said once he’d managed to hollow out a panel up there to hide things. Heck, he’d even hidden a couple things up there for all of them before.

If he remembered correctly…

He grabbed an old metal stool and clambered up to push against the stone. He barely restrained himself from shouting in victory when the piece moved and he was able to slide it from its place and retrieve everything inside.

He piled it all in his backpack, tucking it carefully so it would make as little noise as possible.

He went back to the bed, where the last hiding spot was, but found nothing. Leo or the rat must’ve found it.

Two out of three wasn’t bad.

He slid his backpack on and tightened the straps, sneaking to the entrance of the room, steadying his breath to check for-

“I know you are there.”

The voice cracked when it spoke, but it was the same.

A thin hand slid between the curtains that had been Donnie’s door, “Your skills are getting sloppy, Leona-“ The snout peaked through and black eyes that bore into his soul like the poisonous insect they inhabited.

“Michelangelo.”

He couldn’t help himself.

He laughed.

Well, it was more of a snort than a laugh, but still.

Mikey shoved the curtain open, shouldering his way past the rat as he did, taking advantage of Splinter’s momentary disbelief to prevent himself from being cornered.

“Shocked you remember my name, old man.” He said as he pushed past, resisting the urge to step on his tail.

Violence begets violence, Doctor Bright had said. If he instigates then Splinter has the right to defend.

“Why would I not?”

He laughed again, this time more of a snicker, “Don’t play dumb, you barely ever called me anything other than ‘Orange’ as a kid. I figured you’d finally gone senile or got dementia and forgotten entirely.” He shrugged, turning to walk backwards so he wasn’t letting Splinter get behind him.

“Why did you return?”

“Taking Donnie’s things back.” He adjusted his bag.

“Where is Leonardo?”

Mikey shrugged, “I think he died. Though, maybe he’s just on vacation. Oh, no, wait, he got arrested and is serving time. That’s it.”

Splinter rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth, “Your lies are annoying, child.”

“I’m twenty-three.”

“And yet you still act like a child.” Splinter hissed at him, “You intrude back into my home and refuse to even speak with me?”

“This is me speaking. I’m saying words that are audible and you can hear.”

Splinter’s anger grew more evident on his face, “I do not need your sass, child.”

“Not a child.”

“Where have you boys been? Do you know how worried I’ve been? You disappear suddenly one day and never return!” Splinter threw his hands in the air, getting more animated as the conversation went on, “You could be dead and your father would never know!”

Mikey shrugged, “I mean, that was sorta the plan.” He quickly glanced around, taking note of potential exits. He should be almost at the tunnel leading out of the lair by now, he just had to keep Splinter distracted.

“How dare you?” Splinter slammed the end of his cane into the ground, “I raised you! I gave you four the best years of my life and this is how you repay me?”

“Would you prefer a check?”

“At least Leonardo still visits me! At least I did right by one of you ungrateful little brats.”

Mikey hummed, his foot finding the lip of the tunnel entrance, “Yep. That’s me.” He took a few extra steps back, “Ungrateful and a brat. Not so little anymore, though.” He smiled, “Well, it’s been terrible to see you again, but I gotta go-“

“Stop right there!”

Perhaps it was the tone Splinter used, the same that used to scream at him for being destructive. Maybe it was the boiling rage in his eyes that Mikey still saw in his worst nightmares. Or perhaps it was the way he held himself, adjusting his feet like he was ready to pounce, to attack.

Maybe it was all three.

Whatever the reason, Mikey froze. His left foot wasn’t even properly touching the floor, his right arm slightly outstretched where it had been reaching for the wall. His breath caught in his throat and for a moment he thought he might vomit.

Splinter was speaking.

“You were always a disappointment! How you’ve even managed to survive this long is a miracle. How many drugs are you on? I can practically see you shaking. You better not be burdening Leonardo with your incapabilities.”

Something was building in his chest. He could feel it growing with every word Splinter spat at him, a pressure that pushed against his plastron from within, filling his lungs with something he couldn’t quite describe.

“I paint dead rats for a living.” He wasn’t even aware of his mouth moving, “My last commission paid out five hundred dollars.”

Why was he sharing this?

Even his brothers didn’t know about that painting.

“Wh-what? Who would but such a-“

He didn’t know why he said it.

“Draxum.”

—

Donnie looked up as the apartment door slammed open, Mikey bursting through singing Fearless Hero from Puss in Boots.

“I wonder if Mikey’s home.” Raph hummed, turning a page in his book.

“M-maybe.” Donnie shrugged, “Could be a b-burglar.”

Mikey slumped over the back of the couch, “Why do you guys never sing with me?” He groaned dramatically, “I wish I had brothers who loved me.”

“Have you t-tried Craigslist?”

Mikey huffed and wiggled out of his backpack, dropping it onto the couch to dig through it, “And after all I went through today, just to make you happy!”

Donnie and Raph immediately turned to him, curious.

“I went on a terrible and dangerous quest to make my favorite brothers happy and I’m rewarded with only pain and hate.”

Donnie chuckled, “Mikey, c-come on. Show us.”

He pulled his spoils from the bag, grinning as Raph and Donnie’s faces showed their amazement at his finds.

“Dude!” Raph grabbed the ceiling box and dug through it, “Holy shit, look at all this old junk. Ah! My old Polly Pockets! I forgot about these.” He grabbed the dolls, laughing as he carefully picked out the dusting accessories, “Oh my gosh.”

“M-Mikey!” Donnie sorted through the closet box, beaming wide enough that his cheeks hurt, “These are the f-files I mentioned. I have to see if they’re salvageable.” He practically scrambled off the couch, hurrying off to his room with the box in his arms.

Raph rubbed Mikey’s head, his trimmed claws scratching gently over his scalp, “This is great, Mike. You okay, though?”

“Hm?”

Raph just raised a brow.

“Oh, yeah. I’m fine. Rat wasn’t home.” He lied, looking away from Raph to dig through his backpack, “Just grabbed it and got out, no problem.”

He didn’t know if Raph believed him, but he went back to his book, so he was probably in the clear.

He grabbed his phone, humming as he scrolled through his notifications, smiling at a picture Leo had sent into their group chat of her and Usagi posing with some daruma dolls.

Leo👏nerd👏o: usa made some gay 🏳️‍🌈 ass wish 2 b happy or sum shit

Leo👏nerd👏o: my wish is 2 bang his mom 🥴

Mikey snorted.

👾Mad Scientist Supreme👾: Pics or it didn’t happen.

Leo👏nerd👏o: bet

“Hey, speaking of moms in a weird roundabout way.” Mikey piped up, getting Raph’s attention, “When’s the last time you saw Draxum?”

Raph frowned, entirely confused, “Uh… fuck, man, ages ago. I think I saw him a while back while shopping but I didn’t go say hi or anything. Why?”

Mikey shrugged, “Just thought about him while at the lair.”

“When’s the last you saw him?”

He shrugged again, “Probably before the farmhouse arc. Canon events aren’t set in stone. Not recently, though.”

—

The scrapbook came out fantastic. They left pages in the back untouched to add to later for milestones in their lives.

——

Was Mikey lying about his commission?

Was Mikey lying to Raph about seeing Draxum?

You decide!

- Monster Anon 🐗🐗🐗

Love him referring to splinter as “the rat” hahahfdshag. Thats such an abused kid thing to do. Funny you mention polly pockets because i just watched a youtube video about the history of polly pocket :) mikey is such a fun guy thank you fhasdugha

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simularity-sims · 8 months

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I've Been a Busy Modder!

I've got several new things for you all today. You can see the full rundown on my website in today's Simularity Update 124. Here is the brief version:

New Stuff:

Psychology Career 2.0 - Includes two career branches, unique social and object interactions, and more. I really worked hard on this one and it took me quite a while to get all the various pieces of the mod to work together. I'm so happy to finally have this finished!

Fearful Trait - Brand-new trait for Sims who want to be scared of most everything. It's a lot more fun than it sounds! I'll add more fears and features to this trait in the coming weeks/months. Great for storytelling!

Better Music Wants Fix - This improves the "fix" that Maxis made for music wants. Now there is a full day cooldown (instead of ten hours) and the wants will now only trigger if your Sim owns a stereo. No stereo, no music wants.

Updated Stuff:

Don't Do That Mods - Updated the Don't Kick Trash Cans and Don't Prank Toilets for Sims with traits that allowed them to get past the previous versions of those mods. Now no one can kick trash cans over or prank toilets! I also added a brand-new "Don't React to Mice" which stops all reactions to mouse holes and mice from City Living EP. This was a requested mod.

Cottage Living Fixes Collection - Updated the More Social Gain fix so that each and every time you interact with a small animal, your social relationship gain is significantly higher. This was also created by request.

Crafter Trait - Fixed buffs and wants from triggering when your Sim doesn't own the required objects.

Techie Trait - Added several new wants and changed their priority so they only pop up as often as any other trait's wants.

Coming Soon:

Long story short, a LOT is coming soon! Each time I think I'm going to run out of mod ideas, I am either struck by inspiration or receive an interesting mod request. So yeah, I should have plenty more to keep us all busy in the coming months.

I hope you enjoy the new mods and thank you for viewing. :)

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thot-of-khonshu · 1 year

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Hello Bea, how are you? Congrats on your 1000 followers 🎉 I just saw this option and I knew I had to request it... How about Daylight + Steven Grant?? I know it's going to be really 🔥 😏 anyway thank u !

Hi my dear! I'm finally back with some fic updates!! It's been a crazy week getting settled into a new job!

Daylight (Steven Grant x f! reader)

Long distance is hard, but Steven decides to surprise you one night and make it all worthwhile.

Explicit Smut 18+

Content: Unprotected sex (p in v), long distance relationships

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And I can still see it all in my mind

All of you, all of me. Intertwined.

I once believed love would be black and white

But it's golden

Long distance sucked. It’s never easy to say goodbye to the warm bed, soft lips and welcoming arms of the one you love who’d made you feel at home somewhere so foreign to you.

London was terrifying at first. Overwhelming with things to do, bustling crowds of people who knew their purpose and the hard anchor of the purpose you were there -your job- and the deadline that came along with it.

Lost in your head and overstimulated, you found solace in the National Art Gallery. You didn’t know if you could handle such a big change even just for a short amount of time, and then you found solace at the National Museum. Any time you felt a moment of anxiety or your heart reate spike, instead of bombarding your mom with calls - which would’ve ended up with her begging you to come home - you went to get lost in the history and art pieces that told a story in your head.

One day, you heard someone actually telling the accurate stories to small children. Steven. When the small group of children on their field trip had left, you’d come up to him and asked if you could tell the story again. You could’ve sworn he’d given you a double take, the second time his eyes wider with astonishment that you were even talking to him.

“I just work at the gift shop.” He’d said.

“It doesn’t matter.” You smiled at him. And the smile he gave back to you made you feel so warm, so different than any other person had ever made you feel.

Things picked up suddenly between the two of you. When you weren’t working, you were at the museum or out with Steven exploring the city, spending nights between his sheets as he read you books on ancient Egyptian history.

He’d told you he loved you the night before you had to leave back home. You felt the swell of your heart and the pain of it shattering at the same time. You’d promised you’d come back to him.

And since then, the dance between New York City and London had begun. You’d caught flights at absurd hours on long weekends, surprising him at his flat for days spent mostly in bed and without clothes.

On a particular weekend you were planning, your boss had other plans. You had to stay late at the office for a deadline, and telling Steven was particularly devastating. He’d assured you it was alright and that he’d be okay, but you weren’t sure you would be okay. You missed him so much. His sweet voice, his soft lips, his dark curls and quirky attire.

You’d come home that night around 11, exhausted and expecting to take a long shower and sleep. When you’d gotten out of your elevator onto your floor, you saw a large lump near your apartment door. You weren’t sure if it was a package or if someone had left their trash.

Inconsiderate. You muttered to yourself.

When you’d walked up closer, you saw that it was a large jacket and there were legs sprawled out on the other side. You heard familiar light snores but you almost couldn’t believe it.

“...Steven?” You whispered. The body didn’t budge. You lifted the coat from on top of them and saw that it indeed was your boyfriend.

“Steven!!” You exclaimed, he woke up with a jump, jaw slacked open and confused until he looked up and saw you. He shot up, hitting his head on the keypad before you helped him up.

“Surprise, darling.” He slurred. “I figured now was ever a time for me to finally come to you and I–”

You kissed him, hard. Your hands at his cheeks as he rested his onto your hips. The long kiss turning into softer kisses, your tongue sliding into his mouth as he strokes your lower back.

His mouth starts to move eagerly over yours, taking deep pulls on your tongue as you kiss when you lick his bottom lip.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you.” He groans.

Without saying a word, you put in your key code and open the door for the both of you. You’d figured you’d give him a more extensive tour of your apartment in the morning.

—--------------------------------

“Ow–ow, Steven. Not too hard, I’m not that flexible.” Your legs are starting to hurt as your ankles have been repositioned on his shoulders. Steven kneels in front of you as sweat drips down his furrowed brow as he tries to figure out the next move.

“Should we stop?” He asks, concerned. “I know we’ve been at it quite a bit tonight.”

“No–God, no. Just, move my legs down a bit. I’m not Betty Spaghetti.”

“Who’s Betty Spaghetti?”

“It’s a toy here in the states from the–can we talk about this later?”

“Right, right.” Steven lowers your legs as they hook around his lower back. As he repositions again, his thickness fills you and you feel yourself tighten.

He sees and hears your response and starts moving, thrusting harder and deeper as his kisses on you are more desperate. You feel yourself start to tense, biting your lip to stop from crying out. His thrusts are becoming more shallow, his whimpers growing as you stroke his arms.

He spills into you, his warmth filing your walls as he continues to pump inside of you as you tremble with your own orgasm.

Steven rolls on his back and you join him, clinging to his chest and tracing small lines on his soft skin. He rubs your hair. You’d missed this sweet but silent bliss with him.

“The most bonkers part is I was so jet lagged when I got here, but then I saw you and it was just like it all went away.” Steven pants heavily.

“I think I’m spent for the night. But tomorrow I can cook you breakfast?” He asks.

“Do you even know where the pots and pants are? How the stove works? Where the kitchen is?” You joke with him.

“I’ll figure it out.” He kisses your head.

And with that, you drift off to sleep in the arms of the man that you love.

And I can still see it all in my head

Back and forth from New York sneaking in your bed

I once believed love would be burning red

But it's golden

Like daylight

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whimsiandwild · 5 months

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Masterlist

Hello, my Gortash trash rats and Minthara worshipping simps.

I have finally written enough fanfiction that I think a Masterlist is warranted. It shall be updated as things are written.

Gortash x Tav

One-shots

Claws (18+; SMUT; blood play; praise/degradation kink; oral [giving])

Series

Come To Me (A Durgetash meeting fic, where Durge has been trying very hard to stop herself giving in... 18+; gore; angst; smut]

Part One Part Two Part Three

Minthara x Tav

One-Shots

Peace [A cute little drabble based after the goblin party. Fluff; little sad]

Astarion x Tav

Untitled piece [TW: Abuse[from previous partner], implied non-consensual[from previous partner], hurt/comfort. fluff at the end]

Minthara x Tav x Halsin

Between a Druid & a Drow [Very NSFW. Sex, vaginal sex, threesome, oral (giving and receiving), fluff

#masterlist #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #enver gortash #baldur's gate #durgetash #lord gortash #baldurs gate 3 #minthara baenre #minthara #astarion #astarion ancunin

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sparkles-oflight · 4 months

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Vse Kar Vem

"Vse kar vem in kar znam, je, da ne boli, ko me tvoj objem zakriva. Kaj je prav me ne bremeni, ker s tabo svet ne izpodriva me."

Synopsis: It's one of the last nights of JO in Slovenia before moving to London and Bojan is in the midst of an anxiety attack with a recently awakened Kris by his side.

(Originally this was going to be in London, but then Maks dropped the "oh yeah, they are living together" confirmation bomb)

Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.

Sensible topics: Homophobia

- You aren’t asleep. – Kris reached for Bojan’s hand which was on his heart.

- Uh? – Bojan looked at the guy next to him who was opening his eyes slowly – Oh sorry...Did I wake you up? I’ll be quiet.

- That’s not necessary. – He yawned, which Bojan found adorable – I’ve been awake for a while. I saw you scrolling...

- Sorry, I was trying to get distracted.

- You should really try to sleep though.

- I will, don’t worry.

Kris tried to close his eyes again... but his hand made him realize Bojan’s heartrate was skyrocketing.

- Wanna talk about it? – he finally opened his eyes.

- No, no, go back to sleep.

- Do you want me to turn on the lights? – he rubbed his eyes.

- No, no...

- What do you need?

- I just...

Bojan stopped for a moment to hear his heartbeat... It wasn’t good. His hands were numb and so was the area around his mouth... He was in pain. He felt like dying.

- Could you please distract me?

Kris looked around.

- Okay, what’s 5 things you can-

- No, I’ve already done all of that. I can spot the light of the phone, the light of the television, your ass, the light of the alarm clock, and the sheets.

- What was that?

- I need something different. – he avoided that conversation – Tell me about your day.

- Bojan, we spent the day together.

- Recap it for me.

- Aaah. – Kris sighed.

He decided to change his position to face the ceiling as Bojan was doing.

- It all started during the morning-

- Kris, you and I both know that you wake up at 13 because you hate mornings.

- I woke up at 13, the perfect time for a... – he tried to find the word. It wasn’t a lunch or breakfast it was a...

- A brunch.

- Exactly. – he smiled – I washed the dishes from last night since your lazy ass couldn’t do it.

- Hey! Don’t call me lazy. – he pointed with his finger – I was busy going for an early morning jog.

- 10 in the mourning is not “early morning”.

- I hate mornings. – that made Kris smile a bit – Besides, I took the trash out!

- Our shores distribution is imbalanced.

Kris looked at Bojan for a while before proceeding.

- I made us a quiche with stuff I found lying around and updated our grocery list.

- It was delicious, though you ate the most part.

- I made it, I eat what I want. – Bojan gripped Kris’ hand that was trying to find his – After a shower, we went to the studio...to revise some stuff before moving to London.

- I took my nap at 17.

- I would know that. I took a picture of you drooling.

- What!? Tell me more about it.

- Tell me more about you watching my ass.

- Fair enough. – he shut up.

- Then we decided to have dinner together, the five of us, in Ljubljana one last time before departure.

- I can’t believe we are moving to London!

- I can’t believe you won’t let me finish a story.

Kris decided to lay sideways, to face Bojan properly who did the same.

- We went out to party, to drink, to smoke... – he looked at Bojan who pushed his hair away from his face – To look at people under the neon lights.

If the lights were on, Bojan would have seen Kris blush. He didn’t need to, though. The light coming from the television was just enough to make out his silhouette in the dark. He could piece together on his own how Kris’ face looked.

- Did anyone catch your attention in particular?

- A brunette.

- Oh, really?

- Beautiful singer, actually.

- Tell me more about it.

- They also have big brown eyes.

- Any cons?

- A bit annoying...

- Ah, that can be hard to handle.

- I don’t think that person is any singer honestly.

- Why is that? – Bojan smiled.

- They are *my* singer.

Bojan couldn’t help but smile from one ear to another.

- Can I snuggle with you? – Bojan asked but he was already scooting closer to Kris.

- You are unbelievable... – Kris enveloped Bojan in his arms – You are cold.

- Yeah, I little bit.

After a while of hugging each other - Bojan smelling Kris’ clothes, Kris petting his hair - the smaller one decided to break the silence.

- Do you think London is going to be this cold?

- Of course, not. It’s colder.

- That’s not what I meant. – Bojan decided to dig his face out of Kris’ sweater – Are the people going to be this cold?

- I don’t think I understand what you are talking about. Are you implying that-

- No, I love my country and its people. That’s not what I mean. – Bojan sighed – You know this? Is this going to be better?

Kris was way too tired to understand fully what he was talking about.

- Be more specific.

- Kris, we are living together, sharing a bed, and hugging each other in the middle of the night.

- And?

- Kris, we are guys.

Then a light bulb hit Kris. Sometimes even he forgets that’s not considered “normal” for countries in the Balkans. Hell, in most countries around the world.

- I forgot.

- You forgot!? – Bojan was wondering what exactly he forgot, and how?

- I don’t know if London is going to be better. Maybe not.

- Kris, you are supposed to say, “It’s going to get better”.

- But why would I lie?

- You are bad at this “reassuring” thing.

- Well.... – he hugged Bojan tighter, back into his sweater – I can’t guarantee that is going to get better. But I can at least guarantee you I’ll be there to hug you.

Bojan really really wanted to see Kris’ face. Sometimes Kris just says stuff so bluntly and he finds it so adorable. He loves teasing Kris over it. He loves to see him being so sincere. He loves when Kris just says...stuff. He loves-

His pain was gone... He hadn’t even realized it.

Because all he knows is that he doesn’t feel pain in Kris’ arms... Because is not worried about what is right, because with him the world is not displacing him.

- Can I get a good night kiss?

- No.

♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩

No, I didn't have this idea last night when I was feeling cold, shut up.

MASTER POST | Recommended next: Official Visualizer

#i've been on a bokris roll lately #tbf they are easy to write #joker out #joker out kris #joker out bojan #kris gustin #kris guštin #bojan cvjetićanin #bokris

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sstan-hoe · 2 years

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𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — lloyd hansen x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒚 — this piece is actually based on some real events, some happened in my life like the parents stuff and others are just lloyd comforting you

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — the reader has a mental illness which in this case could be a form of depression, anxiety or paranoia or more and both [I can't tell you which exactly because I was never at a doctor to confirm being mentally ill which is why I sometimes doubt it but then again the signs are there], then there are talks about parents fighting – they're not divorced

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — primarily this fic is for myself but then again it's also for everyone who wishes that they had someone in their life to turn to, who just comforted them and not with words with actions. Too many times I've heard my friend give advice about my parents when all I needed was a listener and a big hug. follow @sstanhoe-updates to get notifications everytime I post!!!!, don't forget to like, comment and reblog!

The rain was bucketing down cloudy sky that bathed the city in a dark theme making it look dull and grey like it was lifeless, the few people who walked through only confirming it.

Tears streamed down your face matching the intense rain while your umbrella tried shielding you from getting damp. Your shoes were already soaked from stepping into the paddles.

You heard something fall down behind you causing you to rapidly turn around in fear. All you found was a dog who knocked over a trash can. Taking a deep breath, you continued walking. Only a few minutes an uneasy feeling sneaked up as a man with grey almost white hair and a garibaldi beard made eye contact with you.

He stood a few feet away from you, he was tall, and his clothes were drenched because of the heavy rain. The man glared at you and then began walking.

The uneasy feeling turned back into fear, you started walking faster rounding a corner. You squeaked in fear as you saw to other men standing there in an entry of a shop hiding from the rain. They looked at you confused, you muttered a ‘sorry’ before turning around once again to see the grey-haired man gone.

You shook your head at your own actions. Everytime you were out alone this would happen, you walked at a fast pace to avoid everyone and the moment you walked past someone your heartbeat would pick up.

Finally, you reached the apartment that you shared with Lloyd.

You sniffled as you searched for the key in your purse, right when you heard the jiggle of your keys the door opened.

There stood Lloyd who had a smile on his face which faded the moment he saw the tears streaming down your face. Without hesitation he pulled you into his arms, the umbrella fell to the floor as you wrapped your arms around his waist.

The tears only became more and didn’t seem to stop. Lloyd scooped you up in his arms, your arms snaked around his neck and legs around his waist.

He held you on your thighs and stepped back inside the apartment kicking the door close with his foot. Lloyd walked to bedroom, sitting you down he removed your shoes and other wet clothes.

After he took your clothes to the bathroom, he came back with one of his shirts.

Lloyd slipped the shirt over your head and kneeled down in the process. He cupped your cheek and wiped your tears away with his thumbs.

Your eyes drifted to his grey polo shirt, the one with the oval shaped pattern…his favourite had wet stains from your tears. “I destroyed your shirt…” you whispered with regret.

He shook his head with a smile, “nothing that a quick wash can’t handle.”

“Now sunshine tell me what happened…” Lloyd pulled his polo over his head and threw it in the laundry basket. Then he sat down next to you, laying his back against the pillows. He patted his thigh inviting you to sit on his lap.

You climbed on his lap and laid down against his chest wrapping your arms around him. Closing your eyes, you snuggled deeper into him enjoying the warmth is body.

“I was at my parents’ house, and they didn’t know I was there…. They were fighting, I knew they had this rough patch when that woman came into their lives, and they fought day and night. I thought it stopped after they weren’t spending so much time with her anymore, but their relationship got worse.”

Lloyd knew about the woman. She was a friend of your parents, and she always asked your father for help, and he did what she asked. Your mother got jealous, spoke with your father but he didn’t see anything wrong and that caused fight after fight.

With time they stopped spending time with her, and it only came occasionally and not every day of the week. Then the trip to Poland accrued and your father went swimming with her which he never did with your mother.

The woman had a husband of her own and children. You knew your father would never do anything but that didn’t stop how your mother felt.

A year later it stopped – or so you thought.

“My mother told him that he wasn’t doing anything to change their relationship for the better. She said he acted cold to which he responsed ‘maybe I’m just acting like you treat me’. They went back and forth until she mentioned his co-worker who he befriended, she told him that he didn’t need to befriend every single person he met.”

Lloyd caressed your back as tears threatened to leave your eyes. He felt deeply sorry for you, he himself hadn’t had the best childhood either but he believed it was better if the parents got a divorce instead of fighting every day and having an unhappy marriage.

“I met the girl, and she is younger than him, has a boyfriend and is a really nice person. My mother has nothing to worry about, but I know it’s not that easy.”

Your boyfriend looked down at you with concern in his eyes, his other hand trailed up to your hair. When you were sad, he would hold your head, it gave you comfort and made you feel safe.

“I should have realized it way before that she wasn’t happy. My father was almost never there and when he was then he didn’t spend time with my brother or me. When I told him something he didn’t care enough to remember or when I was really excited about something and the only thing, he did with my brother was yelling at him.”

“Oh, sunshine I’m so sorry.” He felt your tears drip down on his naked chest as you hugged him closer.

“That one time I was in my room writing on my book and as if I hadn’t told him countless times what I was doing, he was surprised and all ‘you write a book?’ and he asked my mother if she knew of course she said yes but…. Why does it still affect me? I’m an adult for god’s sake.”

“Sunshine no don’t think that. You may be an adult however that doesn’t mean you aren’t allowed to feel like this and after what happened all those years ago, you’re scared.”

Lloyd lifted your chin and brought his lips to yours giving you an encouraging kiss. He could taste the slight saltiness of your tears on your soft lips.

“I’m scared to go there again, what if they fight again?” you sniffled as you broke the kiss.

“Then I will be there with you, it’s you and me forever sunshine.”

God you loved that man with every vein in your body. You could always count on him.

“However I don't think that was the only reason for those tears was it?” he knew you too good, you couldn’t keep anything a secret from though you didn't need to.

“My paranoia got worse today, when I was walking home” Lloyd's eyed showed a hint of guilt, he was supposed to pick you up.

You told him about your problem after six months of dating and he promised you that if he could he would accompany you or drive you. At the beginning it wasn't so bad but over the years it got worse and he tried everything to help you.

Today he promised you he would pick you up. The way to your parents took a while hence why he said he'd do it.

If it were only a five minute walk you would have tried to go alone.

But because you left earlier than expected Lloyd didn't pick you up. In your shock, sadness you forgot to call Lloyd or well you weren't able to so you walked.

“Sunshine, I promised you that if I could I will take you. Why didn't you call?” He gently asked knowing the topic was a bit sensitive. “I didn't want to be a burden and I know it's dumb but I guess it is the anxiety...”

“Hey, don't talk yourself down. It's not dumb it's normal and you know I would have been there without hesitation.”

“Maybe you should sleep now, relax...you had an eventful day,” he added tracing patterns on you back lulling you to sleep.

You could stay like this forever, it was you and him.

#lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x black reader #lloyd hansen x fem!reader #lloyd hansen imagine #lloyd hansen fic #lloyd hansen fanfiction #lloyd hansen fluff #my bitch lloyd 👀

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damedechance · 4 months

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seek&destroy

UPDATE: ⇀Read on ao3: Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3 ⇀Listen to the playlist

Pairing: Gwynriel

Parts: 3 of 5

Rating: Explicit (for eventual smut)

Summary: Those with a link to a realm long gone now live in secret, and Gwyneth Berdara is one of them. After a horrific tragedy rends her life apart, Gwyn finds herself in good company with her fellow Valkyries, a group of vigilantes who work to restore the forgotten relics of a land called 'Prythian.' When Gwyn's work brings her to an illustrious museum, her own world collides with that of the mysterious Shadowsinger--an encounter that leads to her vowing to bring him to his untimely end. [[Written for @foundress0fnothing]]

Read below for an excerpt from ch.3:

CHAPTER THREE

“We only have a couple of hours before the police show up onto the scene,” Emerie said, turning back to her computers and beginning to click through the photos. Hundreds of them it seemed like, and Azriel was the subject of every single one. “Maybe until morning for them to completely case the museum, and probably about as long for the break-in to appear in the news.”

“What are you getting at?” Gwyn said, shaking her head slightly as she tried to process what Emerie was saying. She narrowed her eyes, watching as a series of photos of the shadows flew across the screen. The little one by her foot in the stairwell, the serpentine ones wrapping around her legs.

“Bear with me,” Emerie said. She finally landed on an image of Azriel’s smirking face beyond the metal bars of the gates. Gloating, undoubtedly, but something adoring in the gaze, too. A bit ravenous.

Emere turned to face Gwyn, as Nesta got up from the chair by the window and came to sit on the floor on Emerie’s other side.

“We’ve never left so much evidence behind,” Emerie began. “A broken lock here, or a smudge of dirt there. We’ve had a few bad cases where Nes completely trashes a place, sure–”

“Get to the point,” Nesta interjected, crossing her arms over her chest.

“But nothing that could be traced back to us,” Emerie continued. “Until him.”

Without looking, Emerie stretched out a hand and tapped the screen. Right above Azriel’s grinning mouth.

Smothering the inexplicable urge to smash Emerie’s laptop into a million silicon pieces, Gwyn crossed her arms over her chest and tore her attention away from the screen. Gaze flicking between Emerie and Nesta, she said, “What do you want to do about it?”

Gwyn knew what she wanted to do, and most certainly would accomplish it just as soon as she figured out how to find him, but Emerie and Nesta appeared far less concerned with the absolute humiliation of being thwarted for the very first time. It was the strangest role reversal, one where Gwyn relinquished her need for meticulous planning followed by devout adherence to said plan, and something about it had unmoored her. She felt her body swaying in this sea of rage, and could only hug herself tighter in a pitiful attempt at controlling the waves.

“His team was very smart,” Emerie said, letting out a slow breath that could only be reluctantly impressed. “The entire time you were in there, I was trying to find any digital trace of them. We hadn’t hacked the security camera system yet, since you knew your way around them so well, but someone else did, and I was following that trail for so long only to find out it was a dead end. They’re clever.”

Gwyn frowned, glancing over to Nesta to see if she would confirm. Nesta’s disappointed expression mirrored her own, but then she nodded towards Emerie. “Just listen.”

Emerie pointed again to a different part of one of the screens, a string of numbers and letters that was incomprehensible to Gwyn but appeared to mean something of significance to Emerie.

“There was nothing,” she said. “Until…”

Her finger moved, gliding over the screen until it landed on one of the videos playing on loop. Shadowsinger’s back facing her, as he ran through the tunnel, wings tucked behind him. His hand going up to his ear, briefly.

Nesta leaned over and punched a key to turn on the sound.

“Lower the gates. Yes, I’m sure–lower them.”

Over and over, the same string of words punctuated only by Gwyn’s own rattling breaths as she chased after him. The groan of metal, as the gate began to come down, only to abruptly be cut off as the loop started again.

“This gave us more information than it seems, at first glance,” Emerie said, eyes still fixed on the screen as she went to lower the volume again. The loop continued on faintly, as she spoke, “Firstly, it was the first time he indicated that he wasn’t working alone. But whereas you and I were in constant contact the entire time, even if you weren’t directly speaking, I hadn’t caught one signal from his own radio. Not one, until he decided to speak here.”

“What does that mean?” Gwyn said, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of those colossal wings, as pixelated and grainy as they were in the camera feed.

“It means two things,” Emerie said. “First, I was able to trace the signal. I’ve been working on it right up until you two arrived, actually, and I think I was able to narrow it down to the most likely point of origin.”

“Good,” Nesta said gruffly. She got up onto her knees, as if she was about to head out the door again. Gwyn was about to join her. “Where are we headed?”

“Wait,” Emerie said, slapping a hand over Nesta’s arm to pull her back down. “Because there was something else about the signal that bothered me. Why would he choose to make contact with his partner like that, if he had made it so far without? Especially in such an easily traceable way? Our own comms system has layers of security around it that are practically miles thick, but I was able to find him in less than an hour.”

Gwyn pressed her lips together, deep in thought as she continued to trace the shape of those wings with her eyes.

“Maybe he was desperate?” Gwyn ventured. “I did stab him.”

Emerie shook her head immediately, and thrusted her hand at the screen. “Look.”

She pressed a key, and the video feed of him running from her in the tunnel was immediately replaced by the one of him on the other side of the bars.

“He was practically begging for you to touch him,” Emerie said. “It wasn’t desperation. At least, not to gate away. He didn’t need the gates to get away from you.”

She pressed another key, and the image began to move. A video of him stepping back, before the shadows swallowed him and he disappeared.

“Then what do you think it was?” Nesta said, her own gaze slowly veering away from the screen to look at Gwyn. She didn’t meet her eyes.

“He didn’t want to get away.”

Emerie turned to look at Gwyn.

“He wanted you to find him.”

#gwynriel #azriel x gwyn #acotar gift exchange 2023 #gwyneth berdara #azriel acotar #azriel shadowsinger #modern au #museum heist #enemies to lovers #meet ugly

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gurggggleburgle · 10 months

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As a writer/artist I sympathize and feel for Shang Qinghua so fucking much because I too understand the absolute horror of not knowing how you'll make bills and trying to pander to the algorithm and whims of the internet. Especially because I've done my hw on how online noveling pays shit for all but usually the top percentage and the man's 10k a day updates were probably not because he was so passionate about the project he couldn't stop writing but because of requirements and site mandates to be paid or keep relevant in the algorithm. Like Shang Qinghua clearly hated writing wife plots over story substance but they paid the bills. I don't doubt the holy mausoleum arc among other things was super long because wanted and needed it to be but was trying to milk for what it was worth. The longer he drew out the story the more likely he was to get licensing deals for adaptations because things tend to not get adapted once they're finished unless they reach a classic status. He had bigger plans for his book. He had themes and a moral. He had more in mind but he knew his audience were finicky incels that would move on if he stopped giving them what they paid him for. Man probably intended to use the fact he had an audience now to actually write something good and fulfilling only to die horribly. We never hear about graphic novel or animated adaptations, because if the existed SQQ would never shut up about them, so we gotta assume that as popular as PIDW made money but probably just a modest sum which had to hurt even more.

Man knew his book was shit. Knows it's shit. Understands that what he cut was stuff that would have made him happy but his readers who were there just for porn wouldn't give two flying dicks about and therefore was like fine. I no longer have all this work I spent forever on and only so many hours in the day. If it means I can keep the lights on and eat 2 meals a day instead of one and half a bag of sunflower seeds instead so be it.

Like man went, "yeah fuck my dignity as an artist. dignity doesn't pay my bills."

And i respect and feel that. Rock bottom is a soy sauce packet and a piece of bread you stole from the trash in the bakery department of a mid-tier grocery chain being your lunch and dinner for the day as you pray the suspiciously wealthy furries will finally give you money rather than just liking your work and asking for requests.

Rock bottom is writing porn you don't even like because for some reason a lot of your fanbase has a thing for feet and various other fetishes and you desperately need an extra $20 because of sudden expenses that overblew your budget.

#svsss #scumbag system #shang qinghua #svsss shitpost #scum villian self saving system #scum villain

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fountainpenguin · 2 months

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Fanfic Schedule News - 2024

You can find this post later in my Pinned Post links

Overview

- Fairly OddParents - On hiatus while buffer building. Weekly Friday updates when ready, probably in summer. Origin and Knots are planned to alternate to show both sides of the war, but can be read independently. - WordGirl - On hiatus while buffer building. Weekly updates when ready, but lower priority than FOP. I'd like to post a few one-shots in spring and summer. - MCYT - Weekly Tuesday updates (Dog's Life until Chapter 30, then other 'fics while Dog's Life is on break). I'm also posting on Friday, but am moving towards posting on Sunday. - Total Drama - I'm not writing new content for the TD fandom, but I have 40+ 'fics I posted on FFN, but not AO3. Now that many are 10 years old, I'd like to archive some on AO3. - Every year I say I want to post my Mario drafts, but... I don't think 2024 will be that year. We will see.

Fandom-Specific Series

I post 'fics under my AO3 account, FountainPenguin.

If you'd like to get notifications for new works but don't want to follow me as a user, consider subscribing to some fandom-specific series:

Fairly OddParents

130 Station - All pieces in the 130 Reasons Why I'm Fairy Trash series.

These are further broken down into "Trains" (Ex: Main cast, Anti-Fairies, Pixies, shippy stuff, etc.) - Find info HERE

Notable pieces that are not 130 Prompts include Origin of the Pixies, Frayed Knots, Come What May, and Reedfilter Rules, which may be best subscribed to individually- They do not have a series at this time.

WordGirl

Heroes' Journey - Stuff about WordGirl and Huggy learning to share Fair City with Kid Math

28 Million Degrees - Character studies

MCYT - Not RPF, but the 4th Wall is very thin

Pixels Imperfect - Pixel people (who are all mob hybrids) live in a server hub and roleplay with their friends. Lots of interpersonal and social drama mixed with humor.

Neighborhood Watch AU - A serious take on the Life series lore and mechanics, ft. a semi-medieval world where the first 5 Life seasons take place in a single timeline.

Roundabout - Misc. MCYT content

These pages also have links to character relationship series.

Total Drama

Riddle's Drama - Total Drama 'fics I wrote 2013-2016.

These are also on my FFN, where I cross-post my FOP and WordGirl content as well.

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Fairly OddParents

I'm working on a buffer for Origin of the Pixies and Frayed Knots chapters so they can alternate during the war. At the moment I'm posting content for other fandoms, but once the buffer is ready, these will roll out weekly. Hopefully by summer.

- Origin is caught up and ready for the war meeting next chapter, so we're just wrapping up Anti-Cosmo's school and relationship drama in Knots :) - We're in the era of 2016 draft chapters, so it's a combo of "Lots of stuff is already written" and "Lots of stuff needs to be updated."

Origin and Knots will update on Fridays when the time is right (alternating weeks).

The 130 Prompts wrapped up Arc 2 in December and is on hiatus.

If you missed the Arc 2 finale, check out "Grudge"- It's about Happy Peppy Gary and Crocker striking a dangerous deal and I think it's cute :)

Ideally, I'd like to finish the whole Come What May draft before I post more chapters (so we don't have more of these long lurches between chapters), and Reedfilter Rules is in a similar boat.

Origin and Knots are my priority, but once Come What May starts, I'd like to do weekly or bi-weekly updates until it's done.

WordGirl

Factor It In - I'm very happy with how the story has come out so far. It's fully outlined, but this is a "serious and fluffy" story and I've been on a "silly and angsty" streak lately, so the mood isn't there.

- I'd like to circle back to it soon, but don't want to post more chapters until I have a nice buffer. - I'd like to post again in autumn 2024 and keep up weekly updates for several months. Origin and Knots are higher priority, but I really like this story and look forward to more.

I have some WordGirl one-shot drafts I've been sitting on for months. I haven't been satisfied with them enough to post, but you might see them soon as I finalize them. There's no schedule for these, but they include:

- Local alien girl is SO brave about Rex's problems while they lie in the grass discussing love and culture - Local alien boy loses his fawn spots, comes of age, and hits up Hal Hardbargain for alien-strength deodorant - Character study for Victor Best (My horrible son) - Character study for pre-series Rex living on Hexagon (My somehow more horrible son) - Other drafts from 2018 that need polish

I so desperately want to show the world my "Hopelessly romantic life planner since he was born" x "She can't commit to anything including this" marriage of convenience superhero drama... He's oblivious... She's dying inside... He is so embarrassing... Do u understand my vision?

MCYT

- Dog's Life Session 2 will end with Chapter 30. I've finished up to Chapter 28 and just need to tweak the remaining chapters. It will then be on hiatus for a few months while I work on the Session 3 buffer and other projects.

Edit - Session 2 will actually be 36 chapters, so another month

Expecting 4 to 5 months of hiatus from regular updates with some intermission chapters a few weeks apart (Full moon arc, my beloved). I have 'fics I look forward to posting (including new multi-chapters that already have nice buffers and will post weekly), so there will be plenty of MCYT content, but it seemed wise to leave Dog's Life on break to avoid burnout. I hope you enjoy these new stories! When Dog's Life returns, it'll be with weekly updates for several months as per usual :)

My "first half of 2024" goal is to close out as many of my existing MCYT multi-chapters as I can. Thank you for your patience with multi-chapters that have slow updates- I plan to finish them soon :)

I recently completed For Sale: Bird Wings (Never Worn) with weekly updates and am on track to finish One and a Half Birds with weekly Friday updates.

After this, I would like to finish the last 2 to 3 chapters of Criminal Experience (which has always had Friday updates as well). I don't want to post the next chapter until I nail down the story's end, so there's been a delay, but I'm glad I've wrapped up other multi-chapters and I look forward to finishing this soon.

After this, I plan to post MCYT content Tuesdays and Sundays, leaving Fridays for my other fandoms.

What's on Tuesdays?

At the moment, Dog's Life for 7 more weeks. Session 2 ends with Chapter 30 on April 9th.

Edit: Chapter 36 on May 21st

I've started new multi-chapters while chasing inspiration bursts, but I held back from posting them, so now I have buffers for those. I look forward to sharing them throughout 2024. Two notable ones are:

- Chalaza - Quick story about Martyn arriving in New Star Station. Bdubs voice study, some practice writing short scenes, and this is the story that helped me nail down pixel person anatomy. ^ Highlights include Bdubs trotting around with Martyn's dissolved soul in a fishbowl and regaling Etho with tales of how the Phantom Dragon carries phantom hybrids in her mouth. Also, Martyn hides under Etho's couch for 4 days. - Herobrine's Guide to the Between Dimension - A meta story about my Between lore, hybrid anatomy, and hybrid culture. No plot, but I think it's fun.

These are expected to post Tuesdays while Dog's Life is on break :)

What's on Sundays?

At the moment, nothing- I'm posting on Fridays (weekly updates to One and a Half Birds for the next several weeks).

I've also got a draft called "Scar's Castle" that's about Grian doing chores during 3rd Life... we'll see if that turns out nice.

Now that Secret Life is over, I've been able to do more worldbuilding and story planning for Neighborhood Watch AU. I plan to post some one-shots soon. Highlights include:

"Goodchild Oscar" - Oscar Goodchild's lovely parents put out a hit on his soulmate. He drags Grian around the Hearts Club Ball in his attempts to thwart it. Title's subject to change, but this is a fun one :) "They Never Found the Desert" - Local Green Life parrot can't get Red Life soulmate motivated for anything. Desperate times call for desperate measures. "Ethograms, Etho Slab, and Something About Ethics (Probably)" - Joel studies wolves... and the single(?) dad who keeps coming around with his kids.

I've also been working on the big multi-chapter for this universe, which centers around the Clocker family: Arsenic Waltz. It's fully outlined and I'm 5 chapters into the buffer, but it doesn't feel "fun" to read yet, so... Hmm.

- If anyone wants to beta read the first 10k words where Martyn arrives at the Clocker residence and meets his soulmate Cleo for the first time, lmk? Been struggling with the pacing of action vs. world lore for months and it'd be nice to get outside thoughts. - My plan was to start posting in April after Dog's Life ends, but it might need more time. With weekly updates, it should finish in December or January, but I'd like a nice buffer first. Possibly, this story will start in the summer and end in early 2025.

EDIT - I ended up killing all these darlings and moving them to a separate story, which will be released at a later time. The pacing was just not working :)

Additional multi-chapters to wrap up:

Closed Door Policy - Can't finish until Criminal Experience is done. Will post Tuesdays or Sundays as appropriate (Expecting 2 or 3 more chapters).

Dear Future Captain - Waiting for Dog's Life to catch up to this part of the timeline (Between Sessions 4 and 5?) - I like my draft for Chapter 3, but I'd rather wrap up other stories first.

With Acid In Your Eyes - Outlined and expecting 10 chapters. This is a high-tension story I was excited for, but it's on the backburner while finalizing lore, social dynamics, and plot points. It was ambitious to post this one before things were solid, but I look forward to returning when I'm ready :)

If you're interested in being a beta reader for any of my work, you can get in touch. I've not worked with beta readers in fanfic before, but if you're interested, we can talk about it!

Thanks for reading! Happy 2024!

#Fairly OddParents #FOP #WordGirl #ridwriting #Dog's Life #FAIRIES!#Pixels Imperfect #Neighborhood Watch #Long post

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liquorisce · 3 months

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updates and musings from ris-land (lol)

2024 has begun. it began 30 days ago, but i still find myself referring to the past (2023) as 'earlier this year' and all the grandiose plans for the future as 'next year' (2024). i am generally a grass-is-greener-on-the-other-side kind of person so i always start the new year feeling very excited for all the things that i will supposedly accomplish in the coming year that i never truly manage to do. this may sound defeated and cynical, but im not. i am still stupidly hopeful about all the kilos i will shed, the places i will visit (the only type of promise to self i have managed to decently come through on, over all these years), the friends i will make, the stories i will write and finish, the books i will read, the courses i will do.

now into the still-unravelling 30th year of my life, i have still magically sustained this enthusiasm regardless of the empirical evidence that attempts to prove to me otherwise. delulu is the solulu, etc etc. my greatest achievement so far is in making peace with the fact that i will only accomplish about 10% of what i want to do this year, and that it is okay. i occasionally even feel pride about these things, instead of sinking into the incurable feeling of self-loathing and dissatisfaction that was the trademark of my early twenties.

anyway!! on to my grand plans, i love talking about my plans:

this year a couple of us are producing an eremika erotica zine and i am thrilled to bits about this. i do not know the first thing about zine production, but i am carrying along with the hope that enthusiasm for good stories and art will probably result in a final product that readers will enjoy. i will finally, finally, finally, attempt to put forth all my feelings about priest eren and church girl mikasa in a lengthy oneshot that will find its home in the zine.

i will continue exploring boy next door eremika and learn a new way of expressing character dynamics that i am obsessed with, and hopefully finish a story that manages to make my own heart flutter. every story i write is uniquely designed to satisfy me, but bnd is special in that: in all the 40k words in my draft, every single word in its incomplete, chaotic, honesty make me feel terribly emotional. i am proud of this. i am no literary genius, nor am i a quick study, so i have simply been fooling around with words for so many years, in different patterns, trying to figure out what i like and what i don't. i am so happy that now i have figured this out. kind of. a little bit, lol. it also helps that i have extremely smart and talented friends who consume a lot of literature and teach me things. i feel very grateful for this!

i want to return to my romance-novel roots and finish i dreamed i left you, because i know in my heart of hearts that i am trash. i like trashy romance. i want to write trashy romance. (i want to publish one someday, so what better way to start than by finishing the goddamn fic).

amidst all this, frustratingly, an original idea is calling out to me and nagging me like a whiny baby wanting to be heard. i don't ever want any children of my own, so i will probably learn to take care of my original novel at some point. i have 5k+ words so far, but i am at the stage with it where i am so emotionally confronted by it that i cannot look at it for too long without seeing too much of me reflected right back. i generally don't like to write about myself unless it is in very carefully disguised little pieces hidden away amongst several thousands of words, so this is new for me. perhaps this too (personal confrontation, deep introspection, etc) is a turning-30 thing, and i am not ready for it. maithreyi and veena (the main characters of my book), however, seem ready for their story to be told, so we are currently figuring out this disagreement. maybe my goal for this year will be to "figure it out." we'll see.

unfortunately, however, i cannot afford for writing to be the center of my life, even though sometimes i delude myself into thinking so, so i have other goals that feel less negotiable because of time pressures and expectations from loved ones, or for the basic truth that i still consider them more 'important' / 'tangible' than my writing goals. (i just let out, a huge, disappointed sigh.) these goals include: developing fluency over the national language of the country where i reside, doing some culture and language exams for integration, and seriously contending with the fact that i might give up the nationality of the country that i was born and raised in. again, i have feelings about this that i haven't fully processed, but frustration with the religious and communal politics of my country remind me that sentimentality for belonging may not be worth it. the gap between what the world (the west) considers as a developed nation and a developing nation is too vast and i dont see it being overcome in the prime of my life. if the privilege of belonging (at least on paper) to a developed nation is so closely within my reach, then it seems only smart to grab it with both hands. but feelings are not smart, they are powerful. so we will see how everything plays out. i will hurtle towards these goals because it is what the child-me wanted. it feels simpler to think of it that way.

i'm not sure anyone is really reading this lengthy ass post, but if you are, i wish you a wonderful 2024. <3

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