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theemporium · 5 months
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39 pls
this is just a tester...unsure how i feel about it...i just kinda wanted to see if i could write him or not...anyways!!🤠
39. "everything is going to be okay" kisses
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It was stupid. Or at least, you felt pretty damn stupid over the whole thing.
It was stupid because the whole damn thing was so predictable, and therefore, avoidable. It didn’t have to work out like this. Your day didn’t have to start like this. There were so many other—and better—things you could have done and yet, just like an old habit you couldn’t quite shake off, you gave in. 
You answered your mother’s phone call despite knowing better.
For a short moment, you thought it could be different. You thought that, for once in your life, you could have a civil conversation with the woman who gave birth to you like any other child should have been able to do. But that thought lasted a total of three minutes before the snide remarks began and the rest of the pieces fell into place. 
The little comments about your life. The way you moved away from home like you were better than the rest of your family. The fact that your dreams and goals never quite aligned with the ones she painted out for you the day you were born. It went from your lifestyle to your job to your appearance. She covered every base, every single detail of your life that she thought you were undeserving of.
Not that she would say the words so bluntly. No, they were firmly hidden under the guise of a mother concerned for her daughter.
You were near tears by the end of the call, but by some stubborn save of grace, you had managed to hold it in until you muttered out a lame excuse and quickly hung up. But the second the soft beep of the phone disconnecting echoed through the room, the sobs started and you couldn’t really stop them.
You didn’t even hear Oscar come in before you felt his body sliding onto the bed in front of you, his warm palms resting on your shaking arms. 
“Baby,” it was uttered in such a soft, worried voice that you couldn’t help but let out a choked noise of guilt. 
He was a blur of coloured blobs through your teary eyes, whilst you probably looked like a mess with puffy cheeks and a red nose. But that didn’t stop him from moving his hands up to engulf your face, his thumbs swiping over the apples of your cheeks to wipe away the falling tears.
“Tell me what’s happened,” he murmured, soft yet demanding. He wanted to help. God, every cell in his body was practically twitching to help you but he couldn’t do it if he didn’t know where to begin. 
However, as it would turn out, words wouldn’t be necessary as your gaze fell down to your abandoned phone across the bed and the rest clicked in his head. 
“Oh baby,” he sighed softly before his arms were around you, pulling you onto his lap as your limbs wound around his torso. 
He didn’t let you go as you cried. He kept your body pressed against his, chest to chest with both your hearts thumping wildly. His fingers aimlessly traced random shapes along your spine, anything to help ground and soothe you until the blubbering sobs stopped and it felt a little easier to get air into your lungs.
“I shouldn’t have answered it,” you sniffled, your face buried into the crook of his neck. “I know I shouldn’t of—”
“But she’s your mother,” Oscar finished for you. “And despite everything, a part of you will always hope that she’s changed.”
“Does that make me stupid?” You wondered out loud.
His arms tightened around you. “Not at all, sweetheart.”
“Feels like it,” you admitted to the boy.
He pushed you back a bit, just enough for you to lift your head from his shoulder despite the whine you let out. His hands were encompassing your face again, his brows furrowed together as he took in your tear-stricken face. 
“She doesn’t know you—the real you. And maybe she never will. But the people who do know the real you love you, and we always will,” Oscar spoke in a soft voice. “You hear me?”
You nodded. 
“Good,” he murmured before he leaned forward, his lips pressing against yours in a gentle but firm kiss. Nothing crazy or passionate or racing for you to be pulling off his clothes, but more than enough to feel the love and admiration melting off him. That little reminder that regardless of everything, you’d always have him in your corner. “What do you think about a pick-me-up?”
“This is more than enough,” you assured him as you leaned into his hold on your face.
His lips twitched upwards. “So no ice cream?”
“Woah, slow down, Piastri. I never said that.”
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frostedfaves · 1 year
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Stay the Night
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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Summary: Natasha and Wanda came to Westview for a fresh start, but meeting someone new brings back old habits.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, magical mental manipulation (courtesy of Wanda), a bit of forced submission, implied masturbation and sex toy mention, other insinuated things (no questions please 🤠), kidnapping and blood mention, WandaVision AU that completely disregards Endgame to give WandaNat a real happy ending
A/N: it’s been literal months since the last time I posted anything, but I was determined to at least get this first part out eventually even if I only had 3 followers left. no idea what I’m doing going forward because so much has changed with me that I’m not even sure what I want to write, I just know I want to. anyway here’s the ask that inspired this
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“Where are you headed, love?”
Wanda stops with her hand on the doorknob, the other gripping the handle of a can of paint with a brush resting on top. She carefully turns so as not to drop the unsecured item and acknowledges her wife from across the room.
“I’m going to fix the paint I chipped, Natalia.”
“You mean you aren’t going to wave your magic wand this time?” Natasha’s eyes are narrowed but her playful smile gives her away. “I never knew you were such a handywoman.”
“As if you’re so surprised about what my hands can do.”
The front door is closed behind Wanda, muffling whatever comeback Natasha was beginning to make, and she makes her way over to the corner of the house that didn’t match the rest. With careful strokes, the damaged area is covered in a brilliant shade of red, glistening in the sun as it begins to dry. She’s just about to head in when she hears a voice she doesn’t recognize followed by her neighbor’s door slamming closed and footsteps. Wandering across the lawn to get a better look, she notices a young woman sitting on the porch wearing shorts that are very similar to her overalls and a loose T-shirt with extra fabric that gets trapped between her stomach and thigh when she bends over to fix her shoe.
“Hey.”
You look up from your seat on the porch and notice a woman with reddish-orange hair studying you with hands slightly stained red resting on the fence. Her eyes glance between you and her hands and she quickly catches on, removing them with an embarrassed chuckle.
“Sorry, I’m an artist…if you count repairing a scuffed wall as art.”
“Let’s see.” You stand and look over at the spot she was working on. “Yeah, I’d pay to see it in a museum.”
Her laugh causes you to grin as you approach her from the other side of the fence, placing your own hands just an inch or two from where hers used to be as you introduce yourself.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Wanda.” She makes a movement to shake your hand and quickly changes her mind when she catches sight of her own again. “I’m not usually this forgetful, dear. Anyway, I was wondering if you were new to the neighborhood. I’ve never seen you here before.”
“Technically, although I don’t live here. My friend just moved in and I thought I’d visit her now that she’s all set.” You lean in just a bit closer and slightly lower your voice. “She wouldn’t even let me take off work until she had every room unpacked and organized. I made a joke that she wanted to set up her sex dungeon first so I wouldn’t accidentally find any of her tools and she didn’t like it very much.”
“She probably shouldn’t come to our house then,” Wanda teases but your brows raise slightly.
“Our?”
“Yes, I live with my wife. Actually, we haven’t met your friend either. Would the two of you like to come over for dinner later? We’d love to welcome her to the neighborhood properly.”
“I think I can talk her into it.” You turn toward the house when you hear your name called through a cracked window and quickly face Wanda again. “I have to go but I’ll–we’ll–see you tonight?”
“Anytime after 7 works for us. I might go a bit overboard but I promise it won’t be anything fancy. You could even wear pajamas if you want,” she offers and you laugh.
“Be careful or I might take you up on that. Okay, see you then!” You disappear into the house again with an enthusiastic wave as Wanda supervises before heading into her own home to share the news with her loving partner.
“So you invited this anonymous new neighbor and her friend over for dinner…tonight?” Natasha repeats and Wanda nods in response. “May I ask why you suddenly want two strangers in our home?”
“One of the strangers is really cute,” Wanda pouts as she grabs Natasha’s hands, allowing herself to be led over to the sink to have the paint washed off her skin.
“Meaning?”
“New pet,” she admits, growing nervous when Natasha freezes mid scrub.
“No.”
“But Nat–”
“Don’t ‘but Nat’ me, Wanda,” the redhead mocks as she continues scrubbing. “I let you try this already and it didn’t work.”
“I think you’ll like her too.”
“I doubt it.”
“But what if she’s really good? Really obedient? I heard you like that.”
“How can you be so sure? I’ve never experienced it.”
“Rude.” Wanda lightly nudges her away with her hip and reaches for the paper towels. “I’m just saying…don’t let one bad apple ruin the bunch or whatever that saying is. Don’t you think it’d be fun to have something new to play with?”
“I’m assuming you’ve already given her a test run then.”
“Not yet.” Wanda returns to Natasha’s side with a paper towel for her hands and drops her head onto her shoulder. “I figured you might want to help me.”
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You ring the doorbell at exactly 7:01, hoping Sheri will take your subtle but constant movements as nerves and not excitement to see Wanda again. You had no idea what her wife was like or if she’d even like you, then again you barely knew Wanda either. What you were hoping to get out of this gathering was also still a mystery.
“You’re here! Welcome to our home!” Wanda greets you cheerily as she opens the door and you go to respond with the same level of excitement, instead driving an elbow into Sheri’s side when you notice her staring at the older pair.
“Sorry…No one told me I was having dinner with two Avengers.”
“Technically we’re not Avengers anymore,” a woman replies behind Wanda and she steps aside to reveal her wife, you’re assuming. “Natasha, but I’m guessing you knew that already.”
“So why did you leave the team?” Sheri inquires as she follows Natasha to the dining room and Wanda closes the door behind her, and you don’t miss the way she subtly guides you for a second with a gentle hand on your back.
“I don’t know. Something about half the world disappearing for five years really just…”
“...wears you out?” Wanda suggests as she pulls your chair out for you and Natasha shakes her head.
“I was going to say it makes me want to isolate myself from everything and everyone I’ve ever known, but yes, that too.” She takes a seat and begins pouring wine into a glass. “I wanted to go a bit further than New Jersey, but I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed my time here.”
“Do you mind telling me more about this place?” you ask once Wanda is done serving everyone and takes a seat across from you. “If it sounds good, maybe I’ll move too.”
You were partially joking but something about Wanda’s eyes suddenly brightening and even Natasha’s sudden interest in your statement made you want to consider the possibility.
“What would you like to know?”
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Two hours later, the room is filled with laughter in response to the latest joke passed around the table. Dinner was even more enjoyable than you imagined it could be, the four of you talking nonstop between bites of food. The atmosphere was so energetic that you were genuinely surprised when Sheri yawned and stood up suddenly.
“I just want to say that I’ve had so much fun over here and I’m so glad you were the first neighbors I met. I hope you won’t be mad if I head home now, though.”
“So soon?” you pout and she sighs.
“I know, but I’m exhausted from all the preparation I did before you came. You’re welcome to stay here though, if you both don’t mind,” she adds with a glance at the hosts, and they both grin.
“Of course we don’t mind!” Natasha speaks up before Wanda can, rising to a stance as well. “After all, we did promise her a movie night. Who says that can’t be tonight?”
“We’re also still in the process of convincing her to move,” Wanda adds.
“Okay, well…You know where the spare is but if you forget, my ringer will be on.”
You all exchange goodbyes with Sheri while Natasha walks her out, even making sure she’s inside before returning to the table. Wanda waves off your attempt to help her clear the table in the meantime and Natasha takes a seat next to you.
“So…how about that movie?”
“Sure! I just have to run to the bathroom and then we can start.”
“No, you can wait.” You raise your brows with a laugh that’s cut short when her hand on your thigh stops you from getting up. “If you think I’m joking, you’re wrong. You’ll go when we say so. Got it?”
After a couple seconds you silently nod. She clears her throat and you almost immediately realize what she wants from you.
“Yes, I understand.”
“Good girl.”
A shiver travels down your spine as her fingertips lightly drag across your thigh before she stands, offering the same hand to you which you accept instantly. She leads you into a different room with a couch sitting in front of a projector aimed at the only wall that’s completely empty. Wanda appears a minute later with glasses of water and a blanket that she spreads across your laps once she’s settled. After the projector is set up, each woman scoots closer and rests her head against her hand, elbows pressed into the couch behind you as the movie is played.
You aren’t sure how much time has passed since the movie started, but at some point you notice your bathroom need has become a little more urgent. One of your legs begins to bounce under the blanket and shortly after, Wanda grabs your chin and turns your head toward her, pushing the rim of a glass to your lips.
“Open,” she quietly commands and you obey, reluctantly swallowing the water she carefully pours in. “Good girl.”
The water only touches the halfway mark of the glass now but you feel twice as full. Your attention strays from the movie as your leg bounces even faster now, and you’re practically holding back whimpers with the effort of trying not to piss your pants on the couch. It’s almost to the point where you think that might be your only option when Natasha leans just a bit closer to whisper in your ear.
“Go. You have our permission.”
Wanda throws the blanket aside before you can try to unscramble your thoughts to figure out how to do so yourself, and you follow the path you remember Sheri taking earlier in the night down the hall to the bathroom. You finally sit down and let out a sigh of relief that turns into a gasp when you feel a bit of cum slipping out of you as well. This is a sudden development that you don’t think you have the time or clarity to explore.
Instead, you return to the couch to finish the movie, releasing a very real yawn as the credits roll that prompts the two older women to call it a night. Natasha begins to clean up as Wanda walks you home, that same guiding hand resting on your back the whole way there.
“Thank you so much for coming over tonight, lovely,” she speaks quietly in the still air of the night, a warm smile appearing under the porch light. “Promise to come back soon?”
“Of course,” you answer pretty quickly, surprising yourself. “Although I don’t want to just abandon Sheri. She’s the whole reason I’m here.”
“She’s welcome too, sweet girl. We loved her company as well.” Wanda squeezes your hand and places her palm on your cheek for just a moment, admiring the way you lean into her before she pulls away. “Now get inside and rest for me, please.”
“Okay, I will. Goodnight, Wanda.”
You grab the spare key from its hiding spot and let yourself in, locking the door behind you and watching through one of the front windows as Wanda makes her way back home. Sheri’s loud snores are easily heard over whatever show she fell asleep on, and you carefully close her bedroom door to muffle the sound a bit as you make your way to your room. After changing into something more suitable for bed and grabbing your favorite toy from your suitcase, you turn on your own TV and settle under the covers with thoughts of your temporary neighbors helping you get off.
“You were gone so long I thought you tucked her in for the night,” Natasha greets Wanda as she comes in, and she laughs.
“Not yet, but we’ll get there.” Wanda approaches Natasha slowly and places her hands on her shoulders, taking her time until she can lock their fingers together. “I’ve never known you to be jealous before.”
“Well I did want a bit more time with her but she can’t be rushed. You’re right; she seems very sweet and…obedient.”
“Does that mean we can keep her?” Wanda blinks rapidly with a little pout and cheers when Natasha nods. “You won’t regret it, I promise. We’re going to train her so well.”
“I’m guessing that means you already have a plan to get her to stay.”
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The next morning, you head into the bathroom to shower and go through your whole routine while replaying last night in your head. You finally resurface once you’re fully dressed, genuinely surprised when Sheri isn’t plating breakfast or waiting with her car keys in hand to go pick something up.
“Sher-bear, you’re the early riser in our duo,” you tease as you head toward her bedroom. “And you’re always hungry in the morning so why aren’t you–”
You cut yourself off with a gasp as you open her door, met with the startling scene of glass covering her twisted bedsheets, knocked in from the broken window. What scares you even more is the couple of spots on the carpet stained with either smeared or drops of blood. You run back to your room and grab your phone to call the police, deciding you’ll feel safer doing so in the presence of two Avengers. You’re banging frantically on their front door in less than a minute, not caring how crazy you look with tears streaming down your cheeks and staining your sleeve as you attempt to wipe them away.
“Sweet girl, what’s going on?” Wanda immediately questions as she pulls you through the doorway, giving a quick look outside before locking the door behind you. “Are you alright? Where’s Sheri?”
“She’s gone,” you begin sobbing at the mention of your best friend’s name.
“What do you mean she’s gone?” Natasha inquires while entering the room, placing her hands on your shoulders as Wanda rubs your back in an attempt to calm you. “What did you see?”
“I think someone broke in and kidnapped her. The window was smashed in and there was blood on the carpet and a few things knocked over too. I was going to call the police but I thought I should come here first in case someone was still there.”
“You did the right thing by coming to us, love.” Natasha walks out of the room for a second and returns with a gun in hand. “I’ll be right back. Don’t let anyone in while I’m gone.”
“Are you sure I shouldn’t come with you?” Wanda offers, though her arm is wrapped around your shoulders now.
“No, I’ll be fine. She needs protection here in case there is still a lingering threat.”
“Be careful.” Wanda locks the door behind her, adjusting her robe as she returns to you and you can’t help glancing once at her partially covered bare chest. “Come on, let’s get you some tea to calm your nerves a bit.”
Natasha hides her weapon until she’s inside Sheri’s home, approaching her bedroom and assessing it for a moment from the doorway before closing it up again. She pulls on a pair of gloves and unlocks the basement door, heading down the stairs and silently approaching the soundproofed room.
Sheri’s head is leaning back against the same wall that the chair she’s in is resting on, her arms and legs tied to it, eyes and ears covered and mouth gagged. Natasha quickly pours a glass of water and watches a pill dissolve into it before approaching Sheri. She carefully removes the gag and forces her jaw open with a gloved hand, using the water to muffle her panicked cries and shushing her when she chokes slightly.
“We’re gonna need you to stay quiet for just a little bit longer if this is going to work.”
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entertainmentgirl80 · 11 months
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Texas Roadhouse (Jake "Hangman" Seresin X Koko) 👩🏾👨🇨🇱🤟🏽👢🤠🐴
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Jake Seresin X Koko (Black Curvy/Plus-Size Reader)
Warning: Fluff and probably some little angst
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On a summer day, y'all flew to Jake's hometown to see his mom for the first time while you in Austin, Texas so while y'all there, Jake took y'all to side seeing around the town especially the horses, the festivals, etc.
"Wow, so this is Texas. No wonder why you always represent your hometown, I'm ain't mad at ya." You chuckled
"Yup, this is my safe haven. Besides what you think, I'm listening to country music and having this accent?" He smirked to you.
"I'm can see that." You smirk back to him
"Hey, Mama?" The child said to you
"Yes baby?"
"This is daddy's hometown?" The child asked you
"Yes honey, this is Daddy's hometown."
"Mama, look! A horsey!" The child said to you while she pointed and saw the animal.
"See, I'm told you the kids are gonna enjoy it so far." Jake grins.
You just happy to be with your little family while your husband is on the vacation to visiting his mom in Texas, but you know that you looking forward to meet your mother-in-law, especially bringing your kids to see their grandma for the first time in person.......
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The following day, y'all at the hotel, both of y'all gotten up, you already washed up the night before so while Jake in the bathroom showering, you getting the kids up, making sure they ate some breakfast, brushing their teeth, and getting dressed up. So afterwards your husband got out the bathroom from showering and you smell the vanilla & lavender body wash that he has on and also you couldn't help that he looks handsome without clothes on especially he have a towel wrap around his wrist like that, but you have to get your dirty thoughts out of your mind for right now because we are wasting time a little bit, and we have to get going so after we already got dressed and we are heading out to his mom's house.
So after hours & hours on the road, we arrived at the place, Jake parked the driveway, killed the engine and we got out of the car and rings the doorbell and we saw his mom and her outfit it's scream southern bell because of how they dressed especially cause of they raised in a old money Texan way versus me as a Georgian woman like myself I'm more into black culture way because of where I from so he understand knows where I'm come from after we first met before we starting dating.
"My baby Jacob, how are you?" His mom hugs Jake
"Hey mama, how are ya?" He hugged her back after he greeted her.
So after she greeted Jake, she saw me and the kids, she stepped closer towards her, immediately she hugged her & the children.....
"Hello Koko, it's so nice finally to meet you, and you are really beautiful as well." She smiles at you while greeting.
"It's nice to meet you too, Mrs. Seresin. " You greeted her back.
"Please call me Shelley or Ms. Shelley, whatever you like to call me, though, and this must be my lovely grandkids as well."
It's didn't hit you the fact that those kids are yours & Jake's because the children is more resemble like their father because of their green but hazel eyes but hey you can't help that it's those Seresin genes though but anyway your little girl is not the shy type, sure she has it but she more adventurous like her father and your son is so handsome, he probably gonna have the charm effect from his father and you know when he gets little older those girls probably gonna call up the house and asking him if he a available.....
"So this is my grandchildren, huh? Y'all are so adorable, and how are you loves?" Ms. Shelley compliments the kids.
"Hi grandma, I'm good, and I am glad to see you in person." Jade said hello and introduced herself to her.
"Hi Jade, I'm glad to see you in person as well and you just a cute pie."
"Thank you" she smiles at her grandmother
"And who this handsome prince also as well?" Ms. Seresin asking you.
"This is James Jacob, the middle name, that I'm named him after his father." You tell her about the name.
"So I see and the name is perfect for him but hey come on in, make yourself at home, I'm make some fresh made of cookies."
"Well thank you Ms. Shelley, come on Jade."
"Okay mama" she follows you in the house
"So how long yall gonna be here in Austin though?" She asked y'all.
"Oh we gonna stay here about 3 more days and then we head out back to California." Jake have James on his hip.
"Ohh okay, well it's so good to see you my Jacob."
"You too ma, but anyway where grandma at?"
"She outside on the patio." She told where she at."
"Okay but hey sweetheart I'm gonna see my grandmother alright?"
"Yeah sure, no problem go head" you tell to go head since you have the kids.
"So Koko, how you and Jacob met if you don't mind asking?" She brought out the cookies & tea
"Well I'm met him in a navy bar back in San Diego, California." You told Ms. Seresin how you & Jake met.
"Oh okay, so where you from though love?"
"I'm from Atlanta, Georgia"
"Ohh a big city."
"Yup, I'm from the south and I'm a proud Georgian." You told her that you proud of what city where you from though.
"That understandable darlin', so what you do though?" She asking you
"I'm a stay-at-home mom."
"Okay but look I'm have to tell you something and it's nothing personal, listen what your tensions with my son?" She ask for curiously.
"I'm love your son, more than ever, I'm not expecting anything from him all I want is understanding, morals, respect, and openly minded, that what I want, I'm don't care about the money, that not who I am all that I'm want it to want someone to loves me and let me be myself, that'll all I'm ever wanted." You poured your heart to Mrs. Seresin
"Wow love, I'm never expected that from you to pour your heart out like that." She was surprised
"Sorry I'm just, I in love with Jake and I'm never felt this way before in my life especially how he treated me as a woman."
"Well I'm glad he treated you well and y'all treating each other well too." She understood you.
"Mama!! We saw more horses too, can I'm ride one of them please?" Jade asked you
"Tell your father if it's okay for you."
"Okay mama." Jade running towards back to her father.
"I'm sorry, she like animals so much." You smiled
"That okay honey, kids being kids, but look I'm let you go back to Jacob and it's was a nice conversation with you Koko." She hugged you
"Okay and you too Ms. Shelley." You hugged her back.
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And so you went outside with James on your hip and Jake saw you standing there while holding y'all son, and he got him so you can keep a eye on Jade.....
"Hey"
"Hey Babe, how you like it so far?" He asked about the vacation.
"It's perfect, I'm wouldn't be anywhere but you, there no place I rather be here." You kiss him on the lips with a passionate.
"I'm wouldn't trade anything else in the world because of you, I'm really happy that I'm glad we found each other." He kissing you more.
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A/N: This is a another long one-shot story and also this is a alternate universe if Koko married to Jake and have children with him.
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tadpolesonalgae · 6 months
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CBMTHY is quite literally my favorite thing right now, the past 3 parts you've posted I've hidden in the bathroom at work and read (sometimes twice) and I genuinely can't get enough. I love angst and your writing definitely fulfills that craving i have for it (please do more eventually).
You have such a realistic (delightful may i add) portrayal of azriel's not so good tendencies. i feel like he would push away someone who genuinely likes him away in favor of someone unobtainable. especially if she wasnt traditionally beautiful compared to someone like elain who could bring kings to their knees, nesta who is so effortlessly graceful and stoic, and feyre who is literally high lady and bagged not one, not two but THREE highlords (she could've had tarquin if she wanted lets be so forreal).
In comparison anyone would be plain, so reader being overlooked makes sense. And so az getting jealous that she of all people is getting attention from males after learning about her initial attraction to him is PERFECT. Because elain doesn't like him back, not with her having a mate and def not now that she knows her sister likes him. So azriel. to feel better about his rejected advances uses reader's affections to validate himself.
And don't even get me started on Eris 😭 this is the best writing for him ive seen. because hes an ass, he knows hes an ass. but with the way reader fought back against him after the swan incident you can practically FEEL that hes pleasantly surprised because who in their right mind is that unfiltered in front of a future highlord? and its only cemented with the conversation about the orrery. if he knew it bothered azriel on a personal level im sure he would do even more things for reader, (which id love to see), but i think that his gift in this most recent part is evidence enough that he respects her far more than az has in his entire time of knowing reader.
i definitely want to see azriel grovel, but i dont want her to accept it. she deserves to be respected by someone from day one. someone who can challenge her and match her energy, and i think that eris is that person long term. *maybe bas for short term ;) *
anyway, thank you so much if you read this. i look forward to reading your next part while hiding away at work
-a new reader 🤠
🥹🫂 well I really hope it continues to be as fulfilling as you’ve so far found it to be!
‘please do more eventually’
Going down a slightly more depressing path, I have found myself speculating about some other fic ideas that, quite frankly, I’m not sure they would even still count as angst? They seem to be leaning much more into general misery with no redemption? And I’m kind of liking it?
Returning to the whole idea of mental illness within the acotar universe, I’m wondering about self-esteem, too? Everyone in the Inner Circle has a “use” I guess? I’m wondering what it would be like to be surrounded by such powerful, capable people for two years and being the only one who has nothing to show for the time spent feeding off their charity.
Eris really scares me in terms of writing his character with a semblance of realism 😭
We haven’t really gotten a chance to see him being “nice” to anyone which makes me wary of a potential relationship between him and Reader? It’s a stressful like to walk, is what I’m saying, so I’m happy you’re finding it believable 🧡💛
‘if he knew it bothered azriel on a personal level im sure he would do even more things for reader’
Definitely agree with you there 🤭
‘i look forward to reading your next part while hiding away at work’
Well, I’ve been trying to get started on part 7 so hopefully you won’t have to wait too much longer (just make sure you don’t get caught🧡💛)
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thesconesyard · 8 months
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Yeehaw! Day three! Featuring the horse that was nearly impossible to name! 🤠🐴
When the Cactus Blooms
3. Wanted Poster
“Wagon or horse?”
McCoy stood inside the kitchen. Uhura and Christine were getting the dishes cleaned up from breakfast with Keenser and Chekov’s help.
“Horse,” Christine said as she looked over at him.
“Alright,” McCoy said. “We’ll be ready when you are.” He turned and left the kitchen through the porch door and headed for the stables.
He hummed a tune to himself as walked. The day was beginning to warm, but a breeze was keeping it from getting too hot.
Through the stable and out the back into the pasture, he gave a two note whistle. Honey turned and looked at him.
“C’mon girl. Time to saddle up.”
Nearer to him one of the other horses was grazing. McCoy walked over and patted its side.
“You too, Pepper.”
Christine was waiting in the shade of the porch when McCoy returned, leading the two horses. He could hear her laughing but couldn’t see who was with her.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Oh Leo!” she said, turning around. “Yes I am.”
She came down the porch stairs, Scotty behind her.
“Where are ye two off to?” Scotty asked, looking slightly puzzled. “Ye aren’t helping with the branding are ye Miss Christine?”
Christine laughed again, but McCoy gave a slight shudder. He knew that branding the cattle was important but it was still his least favorite activity around the ranch.
“Oh no,” Christine answered Scotty. “Leo and I are heading into town. Send some letters, pick up a few things.”
“You wanna ride Honey? She’s good and calm today,” McCoy asked when Christine reached him.
“Absolutely not,” she slapped him lightly on the chest. “Pepper’s a good lively girl. Aren’t you?” She turned to pat the horse on the neck, and grinned at Scotty.
“Up with ya then so we can get going,” McCoy told her with a raised brow.
She got a foot in the stirrup, and with McCoy’s hands firm around her gave a jump at the same time he lifted up. The Enterprise ranch had no side saddles. The ladies, often as not, usually went to town in the wagon. But for a short trip, Christine had no problem sitting to the side in a normal saddle.
After all, McCoy knew as soon as they were out of sight of anyone else, she’d fix her skirts and sit astride anyway. He turned back to Honey and swung into the saddle.
“Hope branding goes easy,” he said to Scotty, who was still watching them from the foot of the steps. Scotty blinked in surprise at him, before his eyes seemed to focus again on McCoy.
“Aye. Thank ye. Good luck in town. Miss Christine.” Scotty gave a nod of his head, strode away, just slightly faster than McCoy expected.
He watched after Scotty for a moment before Christine reached across and swatted at him. McCoy looked over and saw the questioning look on her face.
“Let’s go,” he said, turning forward quickly and nudging Honey along.
“You should just say something!” Christine called behind him. “You know I’m always right!”
“Where ya wanna go first?” McCoy asked as they turned onto the main street of the town.
“Take care of the letters.”
They reached the post office, and McCoy swung down first to tie up the horses and then help Christine. She didn’t need the help of course, but in town she didn’t want people to think her improper.
McCoy held the door and they were greeted by the clerk behind the counter.
“Best give us everybody’s,” Christine said, “no one else will be in any time soon.”
“Certainly Miss Chapel. Give me a moment.”
The clerk turned for the back room and disappeared.
McCoy had stepped over to a wall with notices posted.
“Anyone new?” Christine asked, stepping over and taking his arm.
“This fella,” McCoy nodded. “Marcus. Corruption and theft.” The dark haired man on the poster was unhappy looking.
“Murder,” Christine mumbled softly. “Hope they catch him soon.”
“Here you are Miss Chapel.” The clerk came back with a bundle of envelopes and one small box. “Let me tie those up for you.” He produced a string and wrapped it handily around the envelopes.
Christine thanked him as McCoy tucked the letters inside his jacket pocket.
“Lead on Miss Christine,” McCoy grinned and gestured at the door.
Christine rolled her eyes. “Let’s go see Geoff.”
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tex-treasures · 6 months
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🤠
Howdy Tristan!!
I'm touched you read my carrd, thank you so much! Please know I'm always, and I do mean always, very zazzed to get to listen to my mutual tell me good news going on in their life or learn new things my mutuals have learned through their own intellectual pursuits- if you ever find something interesting and want to share it with someone, please think of me! I promise you won't bore me or bother me, I love learning new things regardless of whether it's one of my hyperfixations!!
I also love learning about other people's f/os, so please know I'd be zazzed if you ever felt like introducing me to one! I do a thing called 'show&tell w/tex' where I enjoy my mutuals introducing me to one of their f/os (doesn't matter the type! I love hearing about all of them!) and I ask questions/provide scenarios for you to think about regarding your f/o based on what you've shared with me :>!
Last thing I wanted to mention is that I'm very soft over you seeing Jean, Fantine, and Javert as parental figures and Cosette as a sister- I have Javert as my brother, Jean as my spouse, and Cosette as my adopted daughter; I admittedly don't have Fantine officially on my list but I often think about her being okay, with my s/i Mercedes and Jean often taking Cosette to see her in the hospital until Fantine is well enough to come live with us or live on her own somewhere immediately close by (usually this is in my Modern!Au) so we can visit with each other and let Cosette enjoy having two Mums and so I can pamper Fantine as she deserves (she gives me QP feelings kdjfid) :'>
I'd be so very zazzed if you came back at any point to tell me about your s/i and what the story is between your s/i and Jehan please and also what you drew you to this character! I've not met him yet in my copy of Les Mis (it's been. Slow going fkjfif I've just barely met Jean in the brick book kdjdid) so I'm looking forward to learning more whenever you feel inspired!!
Anyway, I hope this finds you in good health and good cheer! Come back anytime now, ya hear?
Tex
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thatseventiesbitch · 6 months
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Hi! I hope this isn’t too weird. I know you work with high school students, so you might be able to help. Do you have any tips to get motivated? I find myself struggling to do my assignments— even the easy ones that take less than an hour.
Thank you for helping if you see/answer this.
Hello! No problem. I am happy to put on my school counselor hat for a moment. 🤠
First, my dear - you need discipline, not motivation. And do not feel bad - you're not the only one who struggles with task initiation and/or procrastination. It's highly, highly common - even in adults. That's why building skills and habits that work for you now, as a high schooler, will serve you well.
A few tips/tricks I go over with my students:
If you have long-term projects or assignments, map out mini-deadlines for yourself along the way so it doesn't feel as overwhelming and you don't ever get into a situation where you have to like, write a 20 page paper in one afternoon (i.e. I'll write the introduction paragraph today, have the first two body paragraphs done by Tuesday, then add the conclusion on Thursday, then review the essay before I turn it in on Friday)
When you sit down to work on a task you don't like (i.e. math homework) give yourself a chunk of time - for instance, I will work on this for an hour and a half. When the hour and a half is up, I will [be finished for the day/take a brain break/move on to a different task]. Give it your all for the time you've dedicated to the task, and then when the timer is up, let yourself walk away even if it is not complete. You can come back and do more tomorrow. (The kicker is that a lot of the time you are so close to finishing anyway, that you just decide to wrap it up.)
Take brain breaks! Breaks between tasks. It's important to get up, physically move around, and to look away from the computer screen/notebook/textbook you've been so intensely concentrating on. Take care of your human needs. Do a little high energy dance party. Pet an animal. Get outside. Although sometimes my brain breaks end up being permission to scroll the internet/tumblr/reddit/tik-tok/what-have-you for ten minutes before I get back to the grind.
Do what you can to make study time/your study space feel welcoming/inviting/a place you want to be. For some kids, studying with a friend in a coffee shop all afternoon is what works. Some need to be alone, but like to have certain music/podcast playing or a certain snack they only get for themselves when they study. I've even had some kids tell me they like to scroll through, like, study blogs/study aesthetics to get them in the right mindset before they start.
If you don't already, use some sort of an assignment notebook or write out the list of assignments you have to complete. Put a checkbox next to each one, and cross it off when you complete it. Sounds silly/minor, but your brain gets a little shot of dopamine each time you do, and that feeling is exactly what will keep you going!
Additionally, I like to share this story from one of my favorite books of all time - Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott:
"Thirty years ago, my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report on birds written that he'd had three months to write. It was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books on birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him, put his arm around my brother's shoulder, and said, "Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird."
To this day, this is the phrase I tell myself when I feel overwhelmed and/or immobilized by the task in front of me - "Okay, let's take it bird by bird." Aka, just start. Aka, one thing at a damn time. Aka, the only way forward is forward.
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babybotox · 2 years
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Shinazugawa Sanemi x Fem!reader (demon fight)
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Hello everyone,
(pause for audience reaction)
Long time lurker, first-time poster. Wrote my first-ever fight scene today. Literally just wanged it out whilst listening to the Immigrant Song (felt inspired for a big bad demon slaying) to get back into the grove of writing. This will be part of a much larger story (i hope🙃) but all I got is this for now, will update as soon as I have written more 😘 I've been toying with the idea of fanfiction for while and tried to sign up for AO3 (Still on the waiting list, lol) so I thought maybe I should return to my roots and start posting on Tumblr again 🤪 I personally do not vibe with y/n (they're an absolute babe but just not for my writing style) but I do enjoy writing in POV so I've christened this FemOC Rio but this is literally just for story purposes, I've tried to keep her as much of a blank canvas as possible so that we may all be Rio (and may we all dance on the sand)
Anyways....
Rio is the absolutely reckless and lightning-fast drumroll please
✨Thunder Hashira✨
The story takes place a little before our boys™️ meet the Hashira gang. I am planning on having our girl Rio whip Zenitsu into shape later on in the story, with some absolutely ruthless training sessions for all ye thirsty Thunder pals out there. This will be a Sanemi x FemOC/POV story, however, I still haven't quite decided how I'm gonna torture myself but I was thinking a good ole angsty story?? Maybe a little bit of 😈smut😈 at some point.
(Suggestion box/requests are open)
Let me know what you think. All criticism is welcome (I'm already crying so it's fine) but please be mindful that I am a person with feelings and literally hanging on by a thread as it is 🤠
Hope you enjoy this little taster.
Love always,
bby Botox ✨
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The wind blew past your ears, replacing all the sound with one large wooosh as you nimbly dove behind the demon. 
Gotcha! You thought to yourself as you lurched forward, sword raised high, ready to strike. 
In a split second, it was gone - Vanished. 
Your sword struck cleanly through the air, producing a loud clang as it struck the ground instead.
"Silly bitch." it hissed. 
"Fuck you!" you spat back, leaning your head back still in the striking stance. 
The demon hung above you on an exposed beam. Swinging leisurely from his ankles, a smile spread across his decrepit face, exposing the spikes of his teeth. Spit spindles forming between the peaks.
"Rio!" you heard a call as Sanemi appeared panting as he appeared in the doorway. "You're gonna get yourself killed!" 
"I can handle this!" you called back, crouching deeply before you sprung upwards into the air. 
The demon swung forwards, spun once, and then disappeared again. You landed softly on the beam where he once swung. You scanned the room from above, looking for movement in the darkness. 
Silence crept into the room again, Sanemi stood in the doorway, sword high also scanning the room eager for a strike. 
"Come out, come out" you sung softly from the beam, the smell of rotting wood beneath your feet grew stronger.
You heard a snap and before you knew it you found yourself falling back to the ground.
"Shit." You hissed, you knew better than to stand on rotten wood. 
Your sword clanged out of your reach, your eyes snapping open to find it. 
"Who's gotcha now, silly?" The demon's fangs appeared inches from your face, it's hot breath smelled of sulphur and wet grass. It was mocking you.
Sanemi yelled at the top of his lungs and dashed forward slashing the air as the demon disappeared from above you - The smell lingered.
Wiping the sweat from your brow you straightened back up and reached for your sword. "Nearly got me there, Shinazugawa" You called out. 
"I wish I had" he spat back. You backed into each other, your backs pressed together for cover, swords raised high. "Where the hell is this thing?" You could feel his heartbeat on your own back. 
You turned slowly in sync, the smell hit you again, and dust scattered beside your foot. 
He was back up on a beam. 
You peeled your back from the wind pillar's using it as leverage instead, pressing yourself off him and lifting upwards into the air. The demon's head was within reach, peering down from the beam.
Thunder breathing. First form. 
Raising your sword high above your head, your shoulders stinging from the fall, the demon turns its head, his eyes locking on yours immediately.
Your throat tightens, and you feel a pull on your leg.
DOOF. 
Your back hits the ground again and the wind is nearly knocked from your lungs
"Stay down" Sanemi commands his back towering over you.  
"I was about to behead it!" you protested, straightening back up.
He squares his shoulder into you, knocking you on your ass again. 
"Sanemi!" you scream, louder this time. "I. Can. Do. It." you speak through gritted teeth straightening back up and dashing to the other side of the room before he can stop you. 
The demon laughs above you both, short, harsh laughs. "Puny humans" he shakes his head, matted black hair clumps at the sides of his face. 
He disappears again and materialises in front of Nasemi, his frame almost obscuring the wind pillar.
"Why don't you let her try?" he mocks, running a bony hand through Sanemi's hair. 
"Go to hell" Sanemi strikes again, unsucesfully, the demon vanishes.
From the corner of your eye, you spot dirt shuffling out from a dark corner. Gripping your sword you launch yourself forward once more. 
Thunder Breathing. Third Form. 
You swing your sword as thunder claps, light filling the room. 
Thunder Swarm. 
In the brilliant light, you can see the demon's grotesque figure, like a gargoyle with fish scales engulfed in the lightning orb.
You waste no time, lurching forward with your sword drawn high. You strike down with all your might whilst it's still cornered...
The force of the swing caused your body to turn mid-air, you pressed your foot to one of the walls to try to stop but the speed you were carrying launched you sideways. You kept your body limp as you tumbled through the room until the wall stopped you. 
You hissed as your shoulder collided with the hard brick, and the taste of blood filled your mouth. You lay still for a few seconds, your face buried in dirt and dust. Arms stretched out above your head, sword still in hand. 
"You bitch" it hissed. "You fucking cow!" 
The smell of burnt demon flesh filled in the air, and the sound of crackling drowned out the screams. 
You got it. 
A sigh left your mouth, you turned your head to the side and smiled quietly to yourself. Another succesful kill. 
"Are you insane?!" You winced as a large hand hooks under your arm, practically dragging you upwards. Sanemi's wild eyes meet yours. "ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?!" He repeats, getting closer to your face, his breath fanning your cheeks. 
"I got it, didn't I?" you steady yourself on the floor, your right leg stinging from the fall, your shoulder practically on fire under Sanemi's grip. You try to unhook your arm from his grip but it only tightens.
"You're not a demon" he glares at you, his hair pointing in all directions. "You're a human. You will get hurt" 
"Yeah, and you're hurting me right now" you retort, letting your gaze fall to his grip on your arm. 
"I'm not doing any more of these with you" He drops your arm forcefully.
"Good." you unbutton the first button of your uniform, pulling down the fabric to expose your should and examine the damage. "The only thing you did was get in my way, anyways" you continued, craning your neck to try and see your own shoulder more clearly. 
"You were gonna get yourself killed." Sanemi paces over to where the demon's head has now been replaced by a pile of dust. 
"You were gonna get me killed!" You sheathed your sword. 
"What?!" Sanemi's head snapped back around, the scar tissue on his wounds slightly shinier in the dim moonlight. 
"You spent half the time slamming me to the ground" You rubbed your sore shoulder with your free hand. "Don't you know I need the speed to get a good swing?" You weren't lying, standing at a smaller height than most demons you usually needed to have some kind of momentum to get a strong enough swing in to make a clean cut.
Sanemi rolled his eyes and sheathed his own sword. 
"This one wasn't too big" he mumbled, kicking the dirt with his foot. "Don't know why they needed the two of us" 
"It was fast" you looked over at the place, an old house in the woods. Half of it already on the ground, demolished by the hands of time and lack of repair. 
"What was it doing here?" Sanemi's eyes narrowed, his hand returning to the hilt of his nichirin. "There isn't another village for at least a mile." his gaze scanning the room once again, eyes completely adjusted to the lack of light. 
"It probably fed on merchants" you stepped closer to the front door, or what would have once been a front door, all that was left of it now was a frame, crumbling, swollen wood. From here you could see the road, beaten and weathered, the dirt outside turning dark from the rain "People traveling, messengers, whatever the hell it could find" 
"Still doesn't make sense" Sanemi's haori was blown gently by the breeze, exposing his scarred upper body. On his abdomen two scars made an X, he was proudest of that one - it had taken the longest to recover from. 
"I mean, it does" you leaned on the doorframe with your good shoulder, "it didn't have to move for food - It came to it" You cradled your arm, taking the pressure off the shoulder, the cool breeze lapping at your skin, a few stray drops falling directly on your head.
The wind pillar didn't move, only turned his head to continue scanning the room. 
You rolled your eyes and sighed "Look whatever it was, it's dead now. I killed it" you started when the screech of your Kasugai nearly made you jump out of your own skin. 
"All gone" it squawked. "No more, for now. All gone!" 
"Do you believe me now?" You tilted your head at the wind pillar who had crouched into a fighting stance, his sword already drawn "Please don't kill my friend" you mocked, setting it loose into the night sky once again. 
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euphor1a · 1 year
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besties wanted jk n mingyu so i gib jk n mingyu🤩
— or, a small bit of the very messy outline of my death the junggyu fic™. totally unedited and raw (intentional). kept that way so that one can feel the original vibes i was feeling when i was brainstorming this on a random 3 am 😙
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fwb popular!jk & campus crush jock!mg 
jk is popular for very obvious (? or is it) reasons 🤭, almost made him a fuckboy but nah not really. man’s terrified of commitment so he used to sleep around often, kinda.
but then he finds our oc and *cough* *cough* legitimately falls. still not willing to commit tho 🙄 hence the “fwb” (at least that’s what he convinced himself)
our poor oc... sigh. let’s just say they’re on different pages :/ and our girl is tired of jk’s bs, desperately trying to gather herself and actually move on.
SHE DESERVES SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY WANTS TO BE W HER!!!!
incoming our campus crush kim mingyu 😍
man’s so fine that everyone can feel themselves physically swooning when he’s around 😫
he’s also a jock 😼, not entirely sure which sport i want him to play though... (?🏀)
NOW NOW!! this man is one of those guys who rejects all advances but his love-life is pretty much non-existent (sounds like the biggest lie but yes,,,)
rumor says he used to be nasty nasty at first apparently 👀 but then he found better people as friends and changed 🤨? did a total 180°?
on this random evening after a session, oc asks jk to help her make mg jealous (?) idk she just needs his ✨ATTENTIONNNNNN✨!!! am i self-projecting? am i?
oc always knew him (who wouldn’t), but she was introduced face to face with theeee kmg by jk 🤠
she actually got pretty close to jk’s friend group cause she tagged along w jk to group hang outs frequently (fyi, it was jeon jungkook who would drag her w him 💀)
and 👉🏼👈🏼 she developed this silly little crush on mg 🙈
later on, as oc realized jeon jk is hellbent on staying “friends”, she decided to give other people a chance.
she secretly hopes that if she dates someone else, maybe jk can see and come back to his MFING SENSES
but anyway, our girl is a bit too deep into the mingyu rabbit-hole by now also 😔✋🏼
sulky n pouty jk being mad about oc liking mg… cause guess what!? junggyu homies 😔✊🏼
hmm…. jk still fucking oc in the midst of that ish cuz why not 🫣 n he’s mad too so kinda hate fucking? anyway — oc convinces jk bc she is a simp for mg same girl i feel u and jk agrees half-heartedly cause he would actually give her the whole world 🙄 just stupid ass simps everywhere!!
jk thinks that mg will never say yes 🙃 so deep down he’s like making plans about how he’s gonna absolutely destroy oc and punish her once she gets her heart broken by the campus crush 🥴
like??? BITCH LOOK WHOS TALKING? men are so dense sometimes like WHAT EVEN CANT YOU SEE THAT YOU HURT OC TOO (maybe in a worse way tbh)
sigh... so anyway.
mg thinks oc is prettiest ever & attractive asf and he gets butterflies and stuff when she’s around 🥰🦋 but he never made a move bc he knows there’s sumn fishy going on between oc n his friend 😩
SURPRISE! that man has been pining over oc from who knows when 😦
no one except him knows about it though 😔 (well... you guys know now)
moving forward 👾
jk being grumpy n fighting oc every 10 secs for the dumbest things bc she fell for his bff out of all people 🤡 (but jk is an asshole too cuz bro should’ve stopped saying shit like “we are nothing but friends”?? like yk you can’t just expect a girl to be your fwb for the rest of your life?? 🙄 plus she caught feelings for you n you were a dumb bitch abt it... she deserves to be loved, verbally, physically, mentally and in all the ways 😔🥺)
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... i think i spoiled a bit too much 😵‍💫! but yea here you go!! if you have any thoughts about this, feel free to share them through asks or comments! i’d love to hear them! and, for this once, i request to not rb 🙈! i wouldn’t be the most comfortable seeing this reblogged 😭
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southpawbitch · 8 months
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ummm, i would for sure like to hear about the micro-celeb encounter!! i'm always so fascinated by other people's lives, which sounds weird, but i swear i'm not trying to be
omg THANK YOU for asking!!!! it's below the cut bc it's long winded🤠
this guy from a band i like just moved to my city last week & i randomly drove past him running on my way home from work (a route i never take, btw) my windows are rolled down and everything so i fully rubbernecked to see if it was actually him and ofc we make eye contact.
fast forward 6ish min. i'm at home and i get this insane thought like "what it he runs past my apt????" so i change and go sit on my stoop and i shit you NOT 30 sec later he comes by but i get too freaked out/nervous to be like "hey! love your band"so i pretend to be on my phone...then as he's passing by in front of me i look up and he turns to look at me.
THEN...like an hour and a half and me and fiancé are leaving for dinner and we turn out of our apt and this dude is walking back towards our apt and he stares so hard straight thru the window.
so anyway, i def feel like he would want a restraining order against me if he ever sees me again. nightmare situation because i'm normal just felt a little starstruck even though he's not very famous?????
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thehurtingreflex · 1 year
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(Didn’t want to search for pictures of all our bros™️ so I just put four of our main bitches)
This will be short cause I’m still 🤒 and also angry because tumblr just deleted my whole text lol *throws my bed in the air* but I still wanted to write an appreciation post for our friendship. Because I do appreciate it and you even though I don’t show it much. I’m not a warm person but you know I want what’s best for you and that I’ll always be by your side. Hopefully one day it will be on the physical level as well but in the meantime I’ll be here in spirit whenever you’re struggling and need strength. I’ll never let you fall, that’s a promise. My grip is strong.
Anyway, I love how we can talk about anything (even things that would get us “cancelled” hahaha). There’s no limit to our conversations, we can go from dick jokes to the current state of the world in one second. It’s been a wild 8 months since the infamous ask and I look forward to the next 8! Love you lots.
Ps. Something else I look forward to is reading more of your great works of fiction! They’re original and good. I can say genuinely that you’re an amazing writer, keep up the good work!
Beloved! Oh, I'm so glad that you got my long post about our "secret" not so secret wedding anniversary 🤠💙🤝
*is being hit in the face with the bed and faints*
Anyway! The same feeling I have for you in any sense and I also look forward seeing more of your writting skills with the fics !
Thanks again. Ily sm !
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gingerbreadmonsters · 2 years
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dude im so fucking excited for the next project meridian, relistening to it rn and my fucking god its so upsetting (in a great way) no one gives any sort of shit about love, james is such a bastard (WANTING TO USE THE CODE FOR HIS OWN SHIT ARE YOU KIDDING ME YOU ASS) marcus is also a bastard (i get doing some real dumb shit when youre lonely and in denial BUT HOLY SHIT DUDE WHAT, i dont wanna be that empathetic to him cause he was using love even if it did end up hurting him, it was his own fault and he didnt stop it, he makes me feel a lot and i wanna put him in therapy) the other staff resented love as says brian SPEAKING OF he, him being rude and short with love and that still being the only relationship that wasnt deeply toxic for them is heartbreaking, his log was ouch, understanding that love will feel isolated and used (as he says they were) without the code and saying the kinder thing would just be to wipe their memory, and deciding not to cause "we'd lose progress", but him also saying theyre gonna let love chose what happens to marcus, i care him
ALSO marcus making that code is pretty impressive ngl, like it was taking over everything else within lovely, strong shit. sry for ramble im so psyched to see what happens, im glad eriks still making this story
this is an excellent ask and i am SO excited for more project meridian now hehe ✌️
this post does NOT contain spoilers for today's audio (seeing as i haven't listened to it yet), but under the cut anyway bc i rambled lmao
and you're absolutely right - it's REALLY interesting to be placed in this perspective where the listener character is unreliable, where we're not sure how many of our actions and decisions are fueled by this obsession code, where we can't be certain of what we know and what information (like the hidden 'project meridian' data packet) we have inside us. it makes for incredibly compelling storytelling and conceptually i think it's FASCINATING 🤩🤩
and YES we love a bit of moral ambiguity!! inconsistent and flawed morality!! characters who are in conflict with each other and themselves, who are not universally good or even liked!! project meridian to me has always been a series that pushes everything to a logical extreme, if that makes sense - a robot in love who is overwhelmingly obsessed, a sad man who is debilitatingly lonely, a mysterious corporation that is unflinchingly greedy. everything is over the top and spilling over itself, but it's approached in a very realistic and empathetic way, and that makes it far more accessible and less predictable, which i enjoy v much! 🥰✨
tbh i feel similarly about james as i do about vega, especially in his latest audio - it's very clear that we are being manipulated, but it's really interesting to observe from an out-of-universe perspective. it leads to a fun conflict of interest as well: do we want the listener character to turn to the dark side and take them at their word, or resist? what would either of those scenarios look like going forward? how is this going to be resolved? OOH it's so much fun 🤠🤠🤠
(also i agree with marcus' technical skill - it can't have been easy to hide code like that inside an android who is basically being examined at every second of every day! although come to think of it, how well did he hide it...?)
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khaleesiofalicante · 1 year
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bro i just read the latest chapter and DUDE.
first of all georgia and roman are the most unproblematic babes. they're just being productive and vibing. i aspire to be like them.
second of all i know something bad's about to happen to rosewood and i am not looking forward to it 🤠 however, i gotta say that i love marcus as a villain. that last scene with anjali, rafael and him was so genuinely tense and ahhhhhh reading that was so much fun. he gotta stop pointing guns at people tho it's fr giving school shooter. also i don't wanna know what this bitch does next i am not prepared
as for mallory, i feel like we have definitely not seen everything yet. like, something big is coming. she didn't go full psycho yet. david better watch out ajajajajjaj
anyways the devlin siblings gotta take their anti delulu pills. god knows they need them.
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how are you daniiiiii? i'm noticing you're writing a lot, with both lbaf and ials. obviously i'm super happy to read so much but i hope it's not too stressful for you <3
here's a baby chinchilla because you once said they look like chopin. he's in a glass. don't drink him.
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One of the reasons I wanted to write LBAF IV was BECAUSE of Marcus and Mallory. They were just such interesting villains (in my head lol) so I really wanted to give it shot hehe.
The writing is going well. I've managed to organize my organized life somehow more organized. I'm kind of enjoying the monotony and establishing better work boundaries (telling people to fuck off when they give me too much work). It's not bad. I'm glad you're enjoying the updates!!
OMG BABY CHINCHILLA?? also just realized chopin must look SO TINY next to David 🥺
Summary of LBAF couples:
Rosewood - stressed but well dressed
Mavid - Soft and horny
Heronstairs - Communication problems™
Gabrelena - Daddy Issues(?)
Lovehallow - Unproblematic af.
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THE HHMR ISSUED A STORM WARNING: A NORTHER IS BLOWING IN AS SHANE SMITH AND THE SAINTS ROLL OUT THEIR LATEST RELEASE
Areas affected include: The Heart, The Soul, & Your Tappin’ Toes. Prepare accordingly.
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Strong. Fast moving. Cold. Breathtaking. Those are adjectives to describe a Norther or Blue Norther, a storm bringing in fast cold winds from the north into Texas and surrounding states. Those words also perfectly describe Shane Smith & the Saints newest album, Norther. This album hits you hard and fast! Shane, Bennett, Dustin, Chase and Zach put together an eclectic record that, in my humble opinion, is their best work yet, even topping my favorite, 2013’s Coast.
Before I go any further, I will give a disclaimer that this review is biased—for good reason. I have no affiliation with the band; I’ve only met Shane twice, I’ve met the other members each once, and I follow Bennett on instagram (he’s also originally from my adoptive city of Louisville, KY). BUT, they are my *favorite* band! I may have Timmy Ty’s lyrics tattooed on my arm, but there hasn’t ever been a band that puts me in a trance quite like Shane Smith & the Saints. I’ve seen them at: Tumbleweed (LaCygne, KS), the Basement East (Nashville, TN), Headliners (Louisville, KY), Bulls, Bands, and Barrels (Lexington, KY), and most recently for their headline debut at the Mother Church, the Ryman Auditorium (Nashville, TN). So yes, I am a fan—to say the least. I *may* even fanboy out when they are within a 4 hour drive. That may ruin the credibility of my review in some people’s eyes; however, in others it makes this review even more true and authentic as I have been a fan for 10 years for no reason except for the facts that they make damn fine music, and that they are the some of the nicest artists I have ever met. And to “kind of” quote Uncle Dallas Moore, “there ain’t no one [reading] my shit anyway.” 🤠
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Norther opens with “Book of Joe,” a hard hitting ballad with a heavy fiddle presence from Bennett and drums that hit you so hard that your heartbeat matches that of the drum beat. “Book of Joe” repeatedly tells us that “It’s a rich man’s war, it’s a poor man’s fight”—no matter which side of the dollar you are on, this life is always a battle. Next up, we get “Fire in the Sky.” Shane starts out by “deep talking” the lyrics, reminiscent of some of Johnny Cash’s lasts works. But then it goes into a toe tappin’, head banging song that isn’t country, Americana, or red dirt, but in my limited Eastern Kentucky vernacular can only be described as Rock.
We have to go all the way to track number 7 (out of 13) for what may be my favorite song on the album, “Wheels.” One set of lyrics in particular makes this song my favorite…“You can’t blame the memories because they brought you a long long way.” As imperfect humans living in a broken world, we have all had experiences that that have shaped us. Some are great and some we could do without. Personally, looking back at those memories, the good and the bad, they all taught me a lesson or changed my direction; something I am thankful for from the Man up above. And “Just like wheels caught in their motion,” we keep trudging forward throughout this crazy life. Jumping down to the 10th song on the album, “1,000 Wild Horses” gives something to the lover of “real country.” While it may be a little faster and have some great instrumentals, the focus is obviously Shane’s deep voice, the lyrics, and the melody.
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Y’all, most albums have one or two of those “skip over songs.” That isn’t the case with Norther. The album has 13 imposing songs, 6 of which were singles starting with “Hummingbird” back in 2022. I’ve already told you once, I am biased because Shane Smith & the Saints are my favorite band for no other reasons except they make great music that casts a spell on me every time I hear it; and that in my few interactions, they are all humble, friendly and down to earth fellas who work as hard as hell to make the music they want to make. So, I know it is only March, but this album has the potential to have my vote for best release of 2024!
Do yourself and the band a favor and go listen to these independent artists right now. Stream them on your preferred platform, check out their merch, and lastly go to the show! I’ve been to a ton of shows over the years, but not one show impacted me the way Shane Smith & the Saints with Justin Wells did at the Basement East. P.S. and that was a show they played with borrowed instruments from Turnpike Troubadours (I think) after their van burned!
-Cheers, N.
Below is the music video for “Adeline,” a track off Norther
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w3 • 2024
last week has been.. well.. so fucking great. this is the first post of my weekly recaps, mainly for listing my top 3 accomplishments.
so Z, here's a recap:
✮ had a respectful, yet life-changing negotiation with dad. i started the week with this fearful task. but we reached good terms with each other. I feel closer to him now, made me rethink the grudges I had with him.
✮ took the job offer.
✮ the first time going so far away from home on my own.
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some "affirmations" for next week:
your worth is defined by your will to be good, better.
you can do the scary thing. prepare for it, you'd ace it.
remember to feel enough.
keeping the list consistently as short as 3 for above. looking forward to improving the format for future posts 🤠
also, yeah the way I write affirmations are unusual but it's what works for me t-t
there are also.. I think way more things that I'm not proud of that I did. But I'm unsure whether i should post it here or not.
I'm so grateful that these opportunities came to me, and along the way I have friends from class that supported me.
I'm struggling to nurture these blessings tbh, I still feel like I haven't tapped in to my true self. I haven't done anything that contributes to my P2 tasks (I'm going to reference this alot, ill probably make another post about Eisenhower matrix), which means most of the tasks I've done are urgent, academic stuff.
anyways, if you've read till this part, thank you :) feel free to share how your week went in the comments!!
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setsugekka · 10 months
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Okay--- so, hi? hello, first of all I'd like to bow down to you because your writing is impeccable. My mind hasn't been this blown in a long time and for this, I must thank you. Now I'm here to talk about Atarashi. I had planned to read this as soon as you posted some teasing about it cause you got me hooked immediately but I didn't expect to be smashed in the face THIS hard?? Like?? The quality? The storytelling? The characters? The.... build up.... tension. I am completely obsessed.
hehe hi!
thank you so much! this is funny because i saw your ao3 name linked in your tumblr bio and i've definitely seen you floating around on there 🥰 SO WELCOME HERE! (i'm very active writing on there but, different type of fic so YKNOW)
i'm always happy to talk about atarashii even though not much has happened yet 😛 sorry about the face smashing but i am a little happy to hear about it i'm afraid...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE KIND WORDS!!! but let's get into the nitty-gritty hehe
It's funny because I haven't read your disclaimer about the scenes being inspired by Unfaithful and I instantly felt the connection to the movie as soon as I started reading? Which was already enough for me to be immediately attracted to the story cause I've always some weird obsession with the movie so, I'm so glad to find a story inspired by that sort of atmosphere, let alone about Hongjoong who's the main character in every single one of my fantasies (by now you must think I'm mental... I am)
omg one of the few (?) other people who have seen that movie and been obsessed with it fjghdfj. me writing this and that knowing damn well almost no one is going to be familiar with it cuz it's a bit of an older one but YAY! there's like...two maybe three scenes i can remember off the top of my head that are straight up just kinda plopped right into this fic but they're some of the best ones so i am VERY EXCITED FOR IT.
i'm happy to do it, i'd been sitting on and wanting to write this story for a while, but people can get very weird about age gap stories where the woman is older, and also a lot of people really hate infidelity stories BUT! 👆🏻 i do not care :) so i will be the harbinger of problematic stories then i guess. there are worse things to be 🤠
(hongjoong always finds himself being the main character in everything i'm doing too...go figure...you are safe here.)
Anyway, those two chapters were a m a z i n g and I can't wait to read more. The way student!Hongjoong carries himself really has me crawling over the floor--- like sir, please have mercy. I can definitely why the reader would feel all tingly inside when piquing that man's attention, uhhhHhhHHH MY GOD.I love it. Thank you so much for writing this. I've been desperate for a good chaptered hongjoong fic and I have found paradise here. With all due respect, count me in as a massive fan.
atarashii!hongjoong is...something special 😃 i can't say much about him without it easily drifting off into spoiler land BUT i will say that we should at all times be paying attention to everything that he says and does!!
with all of that said, i'm happy to have delivered something that you're enjoying and can look forward to! thanks for dropping by and basking me with praise it is so very appreciated 💗💗💗and hopefully i'll see you next time after the next chapter drops hehe
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