#spring break is coming aha
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Crave
Part 3 of "How Long"
pairing: f!reader x brother-in-law!joel miller
find part 1 and 2 here!
dedication: @jenispunk <3 I love you sm jen. thank you for always supporting my writing and being the best wife a girl could ever dream of. you make my heart so happy. thank you for helping me edit and being the first to read this and encouraging me no matter what! love you love you love you!!!
description: a weekend escape with joel and sarah, kinda. the bed situation is a little confusing. luckily you and joel make it work. when sarah's not around, of course.
word count: 5.5k
warnings: MINORS DNI! this is 18+, pre!outbreak joel, there is smut in this part!! unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), joel is a CONSENT KING AGAIN, dirty talk, daddy kink (aha), hotel sex?, begging? lmao I think that's it.
author's note: finally. it's here. I feel like I've been staring at this doc for 7 years. thank you all for your patience. I want to continue this series but I have to sit down and really brainstorm what I'd like the next parts to be. let me know your thoughts! THANK YOU FOR READING!
“My favorite Millers!”
Your face was beaming, seeing Joel hop out of his truck with Sarah in tow. The truck was still running, the diesel engine chugging louder than any truck you had been in before. Joel always had a nicer, newer truck. He made great money and he was always having to go into construction zones that needed an all terrain vehicle. They always got pretty banged up with dirt and rocks, but he took excellent care of the interior.
Joel grabs both of your bags, taking them to the backseat where Sarah would be crammed in with all the luggage. You give him a nod, silently thanking him. Sarah wraps her arms around your waist, giggling with excitement.
“I’m so happy you’re coming with us! It’s going to be a great weekend,” She explains while you two walk over to the tall truck. You always found climbing into a truck unnatural and awkward yourself, but it was hot watching Joel hop in with ease. You agree with Sarah, all the while opening up the door for yourself. Sarah springs up to her seat, and you struggle to crawl up into the cab. It makes Joel chuckle.
“I’m making you lift me into this thing next time,” you joke, easing back into the fabric seats, “Especially since you think watching me struggle is funny.”
Joel looks back in the rear view to see if Sarah’s paying attention, “‘s no problem at all, darlin’. I will gladly help you next time.”
You knew he was flirting. It makes your stomach bubble with excitement. He makes sure you two are buckled and starts on the two and half hour journey to Houston. Once you leave your neighborhood, Sarah taps your shoulder and holds out her new CD player. It’s purple and covered in sparkly stickers.
“Looks like your Dad is supplying you with all the ways to listen to music,” you observe, glancing over at Joel. He’s just watching the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other propped up on the shifter. He looks younger, the dusk sky the perfect back drop for his pronounced nose and beautiful eyelashes. You couldn’t help but stare, even as Sarah’s talking your ear off. He just nods along to her, making sure she knows she’s heard.
“Think I’m gonna listen to my Kelly Clarkson CD this time,” Sarah explains, putting her earphones over her voluminous curls, “So don’t try to talk to me!”
You and Joel giggle, shaking your heads at her comment. It’s not like you were the one’s talking before, you both think.
It gives you both a moment without a kid’s ears nearby.
“How was the rest of your work week?” He asks, tapping the shifter to the soft hum of the radio.
“Boring,” You mumble, “Think one of the guys in marketing has a crush on me and he’s making it impossible to avoid him. I can’t even go to the break room without him bothering me.”
You didn’t know why you felt the urge to tell Joel about the situation. It wasn’t even a real situation, it was just an annoying thing happening in your life.
“Hmph,” he ponders for a moment, “Want me to kill him?”
His tone is serious, but you know he’s just messing. You grin, nudging his arm with your elbow gently, ensuring it doesn’t move the steering wheel.
“My hero,” You comment as you watch a smile crack across his face, “No, thank you, though. If it starts to get to stalker status, I will call you.”
“Seems like stalkin’ already, baby girl.”
The nickname makes your stomach flip. You purse your lips, contemplating his words. Sure it was creepy, but the guy was scrawny and you could probably snap him in half with two fingers. He had nothing to really worry about. Right?
Joel steals a glance over at you.
“Maybe, but I’ll handle it.”
You wanted him to think you were strong enough to deal with unwanted attention, but to be honest, you weren’t sure how to say no to most men. You only ever had Tommy and he scared everyone away. Now everyone around town knew you were on the market, and men were drawn to your natural beauty and somewhat sassy attitude.
Little did they know, you were hung up on the other Miller boy.
“You let me know if you need me to talk to him,” He doesn’t take his eyes off the road, just reaches his right hand out to rest on your thigh, “Man to man.”
His hand is so warm, you feel it through your black leggings. He was almost always like a furnace, but it was okay, because you always ran cold. But every time he touched you, you felt that warmth trail up your arms and legs. He made you feel different. Every fiber of your being became electrified when he was around. It was a sensation you never noticed when you were with Tommy. You begin chalking it up to just being nervous because he was older and larger and… well, hotter.
“Again, my hero,” you respond sarcastically, letting your hand rest on top of his. It makes him more confident, gently massaging that area. You watch as his hand creeps closer and closer to the crack between your legs. You practically gasp at the contact, but you catch yourself before you do, remembering there’s a child behind you.
So you smack his hand away, shooting him a glare.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothin’ just… sorry.”
You didn’t want him to pull away, your leg already missing his touch, but you knew what would happen if you did stuff like that in front of Sarah. She’s a teenage girl. She’ll talk. It’ll find it’s way to someone’s ears.
You wanted to act like you didn’t care if Tommy found out, but deep down you knew it would be a disaster. You didn’t feel like being the talk of the town. You didn’t feel like explaining yourself to Tommy. You didn’t feel like watching Joel deal with the flack from his family, especially his mother.
If you two wanted to continue this… game… you would have to keep it secret. That included keeping it away from Sarah’s eyes and ears. You and Joel would just be friends. You would just be her aunt. That’s it.
“Don’t apologize,” You whisper, “Just not here.”
You two let the radio take over the rest of the trip, occasionally chatting about a song or what the newscaster says about the weather. Once you get into Houston, it’s already 8:30 at night. Joel pulls into the parking garage to the Marriot and you already start craving the bed that awaits you inside.
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“I call the bed near the window!” Sarah throws her stuff down, jumping straight onto one the huge queen size duvet. The room was nice. A large television set catches your eye immediately, proving that this was probably an expensive room if they were giving you free cable tv. The curtains were open, giving a beautiful view of Houston’s skyline.
One thing you notice, too, is the fact that there was only two beds. You knew this, but it still made your stomach sink a bit.
You realize you three hadn’t discussed the sleeping situation. You didn’t care where you would sleep, honestly. You just knew Sarah was a restless one, having slept next to her in a tent when she was 9. Family camping trips entailed you, Tommy, Joel, and Sarah sharing a 6 person tent and being absolutely miserable the whole entire time. Between Tommy’s snores and Sarah practically flailing all around the tent at night, you remember not getting a lick of sleep.
“Go get a shower, Sarah. We will figure out who’s sleeping where.”
She groans at Joel, like usual.
“Dad!”
“Shower,” he throws his bag down on the ground near the dresser, “No arguin’.”
Sarah sulks, her bag in hand, straight to the bathroom by the front door. You don’t say anything. You just start following Joel’s lead by putting your bags down next to his. You stand a bit too close to him, waiting for him to say where you’d be sleeping.
He clears his throat, “I will take the recliner, if you want the bed.”
“Of course I want the bed, but I don’t want you to have to sleep in the recliner.”
It makes him laugh, how matter-of-fact you are.
You hear Sarah start up the shower. You wouldn’t have to fear she hears you and Joel talk about the possibility of sleeping with one another. Again.
“It’s not a big deal,” He explains, unzipping his bags to grab his pajamas, “Sleep on the couch all the time.”
“But you have a nice plush couch,” You gesture towards the hard and structured looking recliner, “That doesn’t look comfortable at all.”
For a girl who didn’t want Joel touching you in the car, you were practically begging him to sleep next to you in the big comfortable hotel bed.
“So, where do you want me to sleep?”
“Just take the bed.”
“But you want the bed.”
You swallow, not even looking up at him, “We both can have the bed.”
He’s silent, gripping onto his sweatpants and t-shirt. He slowly looks down at you, his eyes carry a curious glint in them. You cock your head, giving him a mischievous smirk.
“You and Sarah?”
“No, you and Sarah.”
He groans, “You are a fuckin’ tease.”
You giggle, watching him brush pass you to position himself close to the closet. He opens the closet door, slipping in like he’s looking for something in there.
“What are you doing?”
“Changin’.”
“In the closet?”
He grabs his shirt from the nape of his neck and pulls it off smoothly. You can’t peel your eyes away, partially seeing his right peck from how he’s standing. It was like the morning after having sex with him. Your eyes were glued to him, his tanned skin practically asking to be touched and licked.
You horny bitch.
“Joel, get out of the closet.”
He chuckles, “Why? You want me to give you a show?”
Why yes, I really do, Joel. You think to yourself. You hum a response, peeling your eyes away. You needed to find your pajamas, a pair of Nike sports shorts and a black tank top. Lately, you’ve been sleeping completely naked, but that was obviously not an option here.
Sarah finally leaves the bathroom as soon as Joel slides his pants up. She has her hair wrapped in a towel, which makes you smile. She looked so grown up, it’s hard to believe you met her when she was 6 years old. You wordlessly walk into the bathroom, beginning to change your outfit for your sleep wear. You splash some cold water on your face, your cheeks still blushed from seeing Joel shirtless.
You hear the door outside open and close. You peak out, your traveling clothes wrapped up in your arms. Joel stands in the middle of the room, fiddling with the remote for the TV.
“Where did Sarah go?” You question, packing your clothes back into your duffle.
“She wanted to go get ice from the ice machine,” He grumbles, “Said she wanted to see if any of her teammates were awake or nearby.”
“Is her whole team staying here?”
“Yeah, pretty much every team gets a floor. Last year it was a like a huge sleepover. Fuckin’ nightmare,” Joel mutters, flicking through different channels, before landing on some westerns. You smirk, deciding to plop down on one of the beds. As soon as you lay back, Sarah comes back in, bucket in hand.
“Can I go stay in Amelia’s room? Her mom is there, just two doors down.”
Well that solves the bed problem.
Joel rolls his eyes, you can tell he’s already annoyed. “Is Amelia’s mom okay with that?”
“You want to go talk to her? I promise Dad, we will get up at 5:30 like we need to. Pleas-”
“Let’s go talk to Amelia’s mom.”
You hear them leave the room without saying anything else.
You were tired from a long day at work and the long drive. But some excitement blooms in your stomach when you realize it may just be you and Joel, all alone in a hotel room.
Before you have time to ponder all the wonders that may be in store for you, Joel comes back with a frustrated huff.
“She staying over there?”
“Yeah, Amelia’s mom said it was fine. Then she started askin’ who you were. Guess they saw us in the hotel lobby.”
Your stomach twists, nervous at what his response was.
“And?”
“Told her you were Sarah’s aunt. She gave me a weird look.”
“Great, now the soccer mom’s will be oogling me tomorrow.”
“Well they will anyway,” Joel responds, finding a spot next to you on the edge of the bed, “Single ones won’t leave me alone.”
You know he’s really just seeing if you’ll get jealous. But you don’t play into his little game. You just let out a loud hearty laugh.
“The ladies just love a Miller.”
He grumbles something inaudible, nudging you with his elbow. “You do, don’t ya?”
“Sure do.”
His face softens, his eyes flicking down to your lips.
You grin, “She’s 14 and super goofy. Loves to play socc-”
“You’re truly testin’ me today, ain’t ya?”
You can’t help yourself at that point. The way he’s flirting only gives you more reason to taunt him.
“Is Sarah seriously going to be gone from the room all night?”
“Yeah,” He nods, leaning back on his palms. He acts like he’s watching TV, ignoring your not-so-subtle hints that you want his eyes on you.
“So, I can finally ask you why you think it’s okay to tease me in the car?”
“Don’t know what you’re on about, darlin’,” He smirks, he knows.
You tilt your head to the side, finally lifting your hand onto his lap. You immediately start toying with him the same way, your hand creeping towards his crotch. His eyes peel away from the TV. He watches you closely, his eyes trailing from your gaze down to your fingers dancing on his pant leg.
“You put your hand on my thigh and started inching closer and cl-“
“Are you tryin’ to make a point or pose a question?”
He was getting annoyed with the games already. But you’d only just begun.
“I’m just trying to explain how you can’t do things like that to me in front of Sarah,” You remark, flicking your eyelashes up to his glare, “Especially when you can’t finish it.”
“Who said I ain’t gonna?”
You huff, “Well here we are, all alone in a hotel room. No kiddo in sight. Still not touching me.”
“Don’t think you deserve it cause you’re a tease.”
“How am I a tease, Miller?”
“You exist and that’s enough. Walkin’ around in a tank top,” He gestures to your chest, “Just beggin’ to be touched.”
Your skin is set alight. The words go straight to your core.
“Joel-“
You’re cut off. His hands work quickly, pulling you by the nape of your neck, right to his eager lips. You begin to realize you had been longing for this moment for so long. He couldn’t resist anymore, his whole body buzzing at the fact that he finally has you again.
His lips are soft and slow as they make their way around yours. His hands eventually trail down to your butt, his hands cradling both cheeks. He lifts you forward, sliding you up and onto his lap.
“Been wantin’ this for months, baby.”
Butterflies erupt in the pit of your tummy. You can feel them travel up to your chest as you look down at him, his eyelids heavy and his lips pursed.
He waited for you to respond to his calls, knowing you needed time. He needed to be patient. You would come around, he knew it. After months, here you are.
He thinks back to every time he was touching himself late at night, he would imagine the night you two shared. Your soft curves and needy dripping pussy. It drove him wild imagining you like this again.
“I think it’s been more than wantin’, Joel,” You grind down on his prominent bulge growing in his sweatpants, “Think you need it.”
He grins, finally getting out of his own head.
“Such a little tease, damn it.”
You lean down, mindlessly speckling kisses behind his ear and neck. Your boobs rest right in front of his face, and you’re right, he needs it. His hands leave your behind, reaching up to the straps of your tank top. He tugs them down your biceps, allowing your cleavage to spill out more.
Your hands find his dark peppered curls at the nape of his neck, pulling downward. You needed him closer and he obliged. He starts to kiss your collarbones, wandering down to the swell of your breasts. You can feel yourself staining your sports shorts with anticipation.
You rock your hips, craving more. He takes the hint, reaching back down to lift you from your ass. He switches spots, laying you on your back on the plush white duvet. He’s leaning over you now, which gives you a great view of how spent he looks already. His gray sweatpants are hanging lower, tenting where his cock has grown hard.
He smirks, taking off his shirt the same way he did earlier. With one hand, it slips right over his head and onto the floor.
“Jesus,” You huff out, using the time to remove your top, “I need you, Joel.”
The smirk never leaves his lips. He leans down, pushing your legs apart with his pointer and middle finger. You open up for him, wanting nothing more for him to dive into you in every possible way. You watch as he slides his fingers up your thigh, past the openings of your shorts.
He realizes you aren’t wearing underwear. He sighs as he swipes the pads of his fingers across your wet slit.
“I know you do,” He drawls, watching you writhe under his touch, “You need me as much as I need you.”
He practically tears off your shorts, not wasting any time fighting with the fabric.
You adjust how your laying to accommodate him laying between your thighs. He lays down on his stomach, bringing your hips close to his mouth. You watch as he kisses your inner thighs, his breath hot fanning against your skin.
You remember the last time you were in this position. You spent night after night remembering the best head you’ve ever gotten, from the one and only, Joel Miller. And you could tell Joel was not going to go another moment without making you cum on his tongue.
When his tongue hits the top of your slit, you whine at the contact. He presses his face in, diving deeping into your lips. As soon as he finds your clit, he puts all his attention there. His nose is pressed against your mound as he hums against your sensitive bud.
“Joel,” You cry, reaching down between your legs to grab the crown of his head, your hands lacing into his locks, “Right fuckin’ there.”
He continues his movements, only increasing in speed in which he flicks his tongue. He wraps his lips over the swollen area, sucking and lapping your sweetness. He pulls away, the slick between your thighs missing him instantly. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and wets them with saliva. He glances up at your completely dazed face.
“‘M gonna fuck you with my fingers first,” His voice is deep and hushed, “Make you cum. You gonna cum for me like a good girl?”
You don’t even know where it comes from. But you say it with your chest.
“Yes, Daddy.”
You never expected the moan to come out of his mouth. It’s deep and guttural. He couldn’t believe his ears, and he can’t believe the words came from your mouth. His good girl? That fuckin’ flithy?
He slips his fingers into you without resistance. His mouth finds it’s way back to your core, fucking you in unison.
You reach up to your chest, cradling your own boobs. Joel’s still only in sweatpants but they are riding low on his hips. As he’s giving you his all, he’s grinding his hips into the bed, trying to get whatever friction he can. Watching the motion alone is driving you wild, sending your hips rotating on his tongue. You knew the release was coming, you could feel it in your fingertips.
And when it comes, it’s like fireworks inside your stomach and chest. You lurch forward, crying out his name. You knew it was probably way too loud for the thin hotel walls, but you couldn’t help yourself. The orgasm sends stars speckling across your vision.
Joel fucks you through the comedown. You are the hottest thing he’s ever laid eyes on, he thinks. When your body rests back, you’re panting, trying to ground yourself for a second. Joel pulls his fingers out and sucks each digit.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” You mewl, reaching out for him. You just need to touch him.
He shimmies his sweatpants down and off his legs. He’s sitting back on his knees, smiling down at your desperate eyes. He crawls on top of you, his dick prodding at your thighs. He leans down, trapping your lips into another longing kiss. His hands trail down your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He pulls back after a couple seconds, gazing into your eyes.
“You still on that birth control?”
You hum in response.
“Need me to pull out still?”
You smirk, lacing your arms around his shoulders, “No. Need you to cum inside me.”
He shakes his head, sitting back to line himself with your entrance.
“My dirty girl,” He runs his cock head between your swollen red lips, triggering your hips to move closer to him, “You drive me insane.”
“Come on, Joel. I’ve been waiting for ages for you to fuck me. Need you. Now.”
He chuckles darkly, still not giving you what you want. “Waiting ages, huh?”
“Joelllll,” You beg, smacking his chest, “Please.”
“Mmm,” He pushes forward just enough to relieve your ache, “Love it when you beg for it.”
He practically splits you open when he snaps his hips. You both groan simultaneously, unable to hold back this sick fantasy you’re both playing into. You feel more full than you ever did before. You don’t remember it hurting this good.
“Holy fuck,” you whine, “So fucking full, Joel.”
He slowly pulls back, “You tell me if it’s too much, ‘kay?”
You shake your head, throwing your head back as he sets a cautious pace. He’s watching all your facial expressions, making sure he’s not hurting you. You wince when he starts to pick up the pace, which causes him to halt completely.
“No,” You plead, “More. Faster. Please, just please.”
He says nothing, just pushes up your thighs so the back of them are flush with the front of his. He leans over you, his elbows on each side of your head. He grinds into you while his dark curls fall into your face. You tilt your head up, finding the crook of his neck again.
His cock felt so good dragging in out of you. You felt like you could stay in this position forever. You molded so perfectly around him. He treated you like this beautiful mural, taking his time with delicate strokes. His hands wrapped around the back of your head, holding you in the curve of his body.
You latch your lips onto his neck, peppering lovebites everywhere. You didn’t even think about if they could be seen later. In the moment, you only thought of him as yours. He was yours and everyone would fucking know it.
He’s starting to get more greedy. He pulls back, his warmth moving away from your perked up nipples. His upper body the best view you could get, so you couldn’t complain too much. He grabs behind your knees, using them as leverage as he starts to pound into you.
Your eyes meet and for fuck’s sake, he’s perfect. You never knew you could see Joel Miller like this. Like someone who fucked you so good, but also cared so tenderly for you. He wanted to see you in the throws of pleasure, not even worrying about when he’d get his rocks off. He got his rise out of seeing how much you enjoyed yourself.
His ravenous drive to bring you to the edge is causing the headboard to slam against the wall which each stroke. He brings his left hand up to your bouncing tits, grabbing your nipple and tugging on it. He knew what touching your boobs did to you. He remembers watching your visceral reactions to him toying with them before. It brings a smile to his face.
“I’m gonna-”
You don’t even finish your sentence, you just gasp as you feel his cock head hit the deepest parts of you. A place no other man has made it to.
“I don’t want anyone else,” He musters out, his teeth clenching as your pussy restricts around him. He means it. He may be drunk on you, but he feels those words down to his bones. “I only ever want this.”
It was never just about the sex. Joel cared for you. Fuck, maybe he even loved you.
You swallow, propping yourself up on your elbows. You glance down, watching his cock slip so perfectly, in and out of you.
“I’m yours, Joel,” You manage to peep out before the orgasm you’ve been holding back builds to a maddening point, “I’m yours.”
The words make his cock twitch. He can’t help himself, he needs you to cum right this very moment. He doesn’t say anything, just unhooks your legs and uses his right hand to put pressure on your clit. Tears start to prick in your eyes as he lazily rubs circles, humming in satisfaction. He feels you tightening up, he knows your close.
Your vision goes white. You body starts to vibrate, the pure bliss he’s sending you into takes you to a whole other dimension. You want more. More. More. More.
As he watches you seize up, he can’t resist his own orgasm. The explosion sends him into a moaning mess. He fucks into you, painting your walls with his cum, not letting a drop go to waste.
He collapses on top of you. You don’t even care, you feel like jello anyway, he could melt right into you.
He rolls off after a minute.
You always miss him when he’s not near you.
You stare at the ceiling, pondering the right words to say to him. Nothing comes to mind. He gets up, walking naked to the bathroom. He grabs a rag from the shelf above the toilet, running it under some warm water.
When he returns, you let him clean all around your body. You make sure he doesn’t wipe away the wet kisses he left all over you, though.
“You okay?”
You finally look at him.
You want to say yes, because you were okay. Physically. But your heart wanted to pulsate out of your chest.
“I will be,” You state simply, “Just tired.”
He slowly starts grabbing all your articles of clothing off the floor, dressing you once he collects all of them. He’s careful with you. Gentle.
“Do you want to sleep in the same bed?”
The question rings in your ears. Of course you did.
“As long as you get up at the ass crack of dawn and move before Sarah comes in.”
He chuckles, pulling his sweatpants back over his waist. He doesn’t even bother to put on his shirt.
“Will do, baby.”
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When you wake up, you realize the overheard light flickered on. You contort your sleep dazed body, Joel’s upper body practically laying over you. You try to blink the haze out of your eyes, but your tired mind is completely shocked when you see an outline of a girl.
Shitshitshitshitshit.
You fling your body upward, rattling Joel awake. He’s startled, his arms flinging off of you.
“I knew it!” Her voice is piercing. “I knew it! Holy shit!”
“Sar-”
“Are you two dating? Or are you just… wait, ew!”
She’s rambling, her words clashing together in confusion. Your heart is about to hammer out of your chest.
“Sarah, we aren’t dating,” You declare, your voice shaking.
“But you’re sleeping together?”
You could cut the silence with a sword. It’s so thick and awkward.
A 14 year old girl shouldn’t know you’re sleeping with her Dad. Let alone walk in after you spent all night tangled up in him.
“Sarah,” Joel’s voice is buttery and raspy after he wakes up. You hold the comforter up to your chest. You had your tank top on, but it hangs so low on you, you don’t want to risk anything. “Grab your uniform, get dressed. We can talk about this later.”
“Does Uncle To-”
“Sarah! Stop!”
It scares you since it’s so close to your ear. His voice changes so abruptly, it makes you cringe a bit.
Hearing the question from Sarah’s lips makes you feel queasy. Having the girl who you always considered your niece ask if her uncle knew you were sleeping with her dad... God what a fucking mess.
You watch her storm across the room, grabbing her backpack and race to the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Joel groans next to you as he slams back into the plush pillows.
“She will be fine. We will talk about it later,” Joel says under his breath.
You open your mouth but nothing comes out.
You hadn’t thought much of this through. Ever since you and Joel first slept together, you pushed your harbored feelings to the side. Sometimes they creep in, which would send you into a panic. Because deep down, you knew you felt something for Joel. Something you hadn’t felt since you first started dating Tommy. Maybe even ever. It was exciting. He made you feel special. After everything he said to you last night, you knew he possessed some similar emotions and feelings.
You felt crazy for believing this could work.
You knew this would be complicated. Now Sarah is involved. How do you explain these emotions to a child? You don’t.
You think about all the horrible outcomes to this situation. Tommy wanting to fight Joel. His mom never accepting you back into the family. Who knows, maybe Sarah gets so upset at the situation, she never treats you the same again.
But then you think about Joel. How he’s a night and day difference to what Tommy was to you. He wore his emotions on his sleeve. He wanted to protect you. He wanted to take care of you every chance he could.
You start to think back to the times when you were still with Tommy. Joel defended you when you two had a blowout fight. He always made sure to have a watchful eye on you when you all went out to bars. He was even there when you graduated college, giving you a bouquet of beautiful daises he swore up and down Sarah picked out. But you knew the truth. Joel loved daisies. He even had his Mom plant some in his front yard last year.
You were just so scared. You didn’t want to be hurt again. You did not want your feelings to be wrong.
You glance down at him, your back still turned. He could read your face, he knew you were overthinking everything. Your mind was working overtime, trying to muster up some excuse to run away and forget everything that happened between you two. There was nothing normal about this situation.
But fuck, you both really wanted it. So bad. You couldn’t keep lying to yourself.
His hand creeps up your back, resting a reassuring palm on your aching shoulder.
“Stop thinkin’ for a minute,” he whispers, “You don’t need to make any decisions right this minute. We will just take it one second at a time. Ain’t no way ‘m lettin’ you go. I want you here.”
You didn’t know if he meant here in general or in the figurative sense.
He meant it both ways.
Maybe it was crazy, but that feeling was deep in your chest. This palpable inkling that this could evolve into you being his.
This being more than sex? More than a crush?
Being Joel’s sounded like a fever dream.
He wanted nothing more but to wrap you up into his arms, hold you and kiss your head, reassuring you that you two can figure it out together. But instead, Sarah walks out in her soccer uniform, squashing the moment. She stands in front of the bed, finally making eye contact with you.
“You guys gonna get up and watch me kick ass, or are you gonna to lay in bed all day?”
You smile at her. You silently prayed this girl would stay in your life forever.
“I know my answer.”
Joel smiles, “’s go kick some ass.”
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Frozen 3 & 4 Theories and Analysis
So the Frozen 4 announcement
I am cautiously optimistic and here's why - I had previously said that I think they should make 4 movies to match with the seasons and I think that is exactly what they are doing.
3 and 4 will be Spring and Summer, though not in that order necessarily. And yes I know the first movie had brief summer, but c'mon guys we all the first movie was winter! The bulk of that movie took place in winter and that movie explored wintry themes!
Frozen was winter. It explored the dual nature of winter - beauty and danger. How winter can be as much fun as it can be dangerous. How viewing through love or fear can make all the difference. It discussed how to survive the winter, you have to let people in. How love can thaw the cold. How the primary focus during this time of year is to hold onto each other until the warmth returns. It was all metaphorical, but still.
Frozen 2 was autumn and this one was almost certainly not metaphorical. Autumn is considered the transformational season. We are moving from Summer to Winter. Nature is decaying, the harvest has come, and we must release what we no longer need. Elsa transformed and let go Queen of Arendelle for The Fifth Spirit. Anna transformed and let go of Princess of Arendelle for Queen of Arendelle. Olaf literally said that Enchanted Forests are, metaphorically, places of transformation.
Now for Frozen 3 and 4... the narrative, in my opinion, could work with Summer into Spring, but also Spring into Summer
Spring is considered the season of rebirth - the growing fruit that came from decay and death (autumn and winter). Rebirth is healing, murky, and in the beginning it can be difficult. But it also means hope. The air is light. The warmth is coming. Snowbells and daffodils are breaking through the frozen grounds. The worms are waking. Life is returning! To many, this is their favorite season (warm after the cold, but not heavy like summer).
Summer is the season of celebration! Warmth has returned! Life is flourishing! It is so green and so hot that even the nights are a comfortable temperature. All plant-life, insects, and animals are awake! It's time to go on vacation, go to the beach, travel the world! It's a time to be lazy because it is just so hot. In the old days, they valued this season because they had survived the winter! We are alive! Let's party!
So in terms of F3 and F4 (with absolutely no plot beats to go on except for the seasonal metaphors), it could either be:
F3 is Summer. Anna and Elsa have actualized and they are doing what they have always wanted to do! What they were always meant to be! They are killing it as the Fifth Spirit, there is a wonderful peace between the two lands. They are happy... until something comes along to threaten that peace. Something bad enough to shake up the stability they thought they had... leading to F4 with Spring. Whatever they went through in F3, the next installment is the time of healing and hope. But this rebirth is easier than what they went through in F1, because they know who they are now and they love each other all the more.
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F3 is Spring and they are appreciating all the fruit that this new world they have created has to offer. It's a difficult peace to be sure. The Northuldra and the Arendellians are still having trouble getting along, and it brings visible stress to the sisters. Whatever happens in this installment leads to the breaking down of something because rebirth is hopeful, but not stable. But it is an aha! moment for the sisters because it leads to even greater stability that can be felt in F4 - the installment of summer and truly the everlasting happiness the sisters and their family and poeples have been hoping for.
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Ask Box Ficlet
Prompt: Rose telling Tentoo they're pregnant.
Positive.
Positive.
The test sat on the edge of the sink as Rose nearly paced a hole in the floor of their bedroom.
It wasn't that she was upset. In fact, she was absolutely thrilled at the thought of having a baby with the Doctor.
Oh my god. She was having a baby with the Doctor.
"I was a dad once."
He had said it without a second thought during their trip to London in 2012. Just tossing it out there while he was building some kind on contraption for another adventure. It was a shock to her when she was younger, the perspective of him being over nine hundred years old and having been a father was hard to picture when he didn't look a day over thirty-one.
They hadn't talked much about having children since he'd been here. It had only been a year and the concept of settling down together was still becoming their normal. Even working for Torchwood was domesticating the Doctor to a degree that he hadn't had to deal with in the past. Convincing him to get a job was one thing.
Telling him that she's pregnant — that they're pregnant — was an entirely different type of conversation.
Going back into the bathroom, she grabbed the white stick. Should she just hand it to him? Should she wait? The telltale sound of the door of their flat being unlocked pulled her out of her reverie. "Shit," Rose muttered to herself. What the fuck was she going to do?
Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth, without a plan.
"I'm home," the Doctor called as he kicked the door shut. Her absence was quickly noticed by him when there was no response. Making his way into their bedroom, he found her exiting their en suite.
"Hey," she greeted warmly, pulling her hand out of her pocket. "How was your trip?"
The Doctor smiled at her and she nearly melted at the sight of it. "It was brilliant, but all I wanted to do is come home to you." He pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.
She couldn't wait any longer.
"Doctor," she breathed as she reluctantly pulled away from their hug. "You need to sit down for a second. Just, trust me."
"Alright?" He swallowed hard as he followed her instructions. After getting perched on the edge of their bed, he looked at her inquisitively, nervous even. "Is everything okay?"
"I sure hope so," she murmured. "Close your eyes and put your hands out."
Three.
His eyes closed, hands cupped as he awaited whatever surprise she had in store for him.
Two.
She very carefully pulled her hand out of her pocket, setting the stick in his hands so gently that she thought it might break at the next movement.
One.
"Open your eyes."
The Doctor looked down at the positive pregnancy test, eyes widening, then looked back at Rose. "Wait, Rose. You're not..." He trailed off, eyes fixed on her stomach.
"Yeah, I am."
All her worries went away when he grinned at her, springing up to pull her into a tight hug. She squealed as her feet were lifted off the ground, the Doctor's face buried in her neck.
"We're pregnant," he breathed into her neck. "We're having a baby. You're having my baby." His absolute joy was infectious as Rose let out a sob — a mixture of joy and utter relief.
"We're having a baby," she laughed, swinging her feet until he put her down. When he pulled away, she noticed his eyes were shining with love and excitement.
Than his brows furrowed. "Hold on a second, Rose Tyler. I had a surprise that I was going to give you when I got home!" He backed up, quickly patting the pockets on his jacket. "Just give me a mo'. Turn around for a second?"
She did as he asked, chuckling as she heard him pull out his surprise with a triumphant 'aha!'
"Okay, you can turn around now."
The sight before her made her gasp.
The Doctor was on the floor. On one knee, to be precise. On one knee with a little blue box in his hands. Tears welled in his eyes as he began his speech.
"I have waited a very long time for this moment. On Gallifrey, we didn't have relationships formed out of love, but rather political gain. Being able to love you in different lifetimes has made me realize that human traditions definitely make a lot more sense."
His hands shook as he carefully opened the small box, revealing a beautiful, intricate silver ring with a TARDIS blue sapphire in the middle, surrounded by the smaller diamonds Rose had ever seen. It was sparkling like it had been formed by the stars themselves.
"Rose Marion Tyler," the Doctor choked out. "Will you marry me?"
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i'm not above begging. (1/?)
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: eddie munson desperately needs to graduate this year, and you're the only tutor that hasn't turned him down.
warnings: mentions of drugs, cursing
word count: 2k
a/n: this was initially going to be one post but then I got carried away and suddenly was at 2,081 words (oops) so i'm thinking this is going to be at least 3 parts? i've been day dreaming about eddie munson since may & re-watching one tree hill and this idea popped in my head and i had to write it down. this is my first time writing in awhile, so i'm a little rusty. all feedback is welcomed/appreciated!
The tutoring center at Hawkins High was relatively quiet for a Thursday afternoon. After the winter finals wrapped up, things had slowed down quite a bit apart from the regulars that came in for their weekly sessions. But with spring break and final projects coming up in a few weeks, it was only a matter of time before students began flocking in desperately seeking help to reach a passing grade. That’s where I came in.
I had been working in the tutoring center since my sophomore year. Everyone always told me I was good at it because I was a very patient person, but I honestly really enjoyed it. Every time I could see a student starting to really get it, I could see that little light bulb go off in their brain, it made my chest swell with pride.
I was organizing a few review tests when I felt something touch my shoulder. All the neatly stacked papers in my hands went flying, and a shrill scream ripped through my chest at the surprise intrusion. I clutched onto the open file cabinet that was beside me and whipped my head around, my wide eyes settling on the tall figure that stood in front of me.
Eddie Munson.
His large, ring-clad hands were immediately held up in surrender, a look of shock etched onto his own features. I was pretty sure his startled expression matched my own.
“Whoa..easy there. I didn’t mean to scare ya. I uh..come in peace.”
There was a timid smile stretched at the corner of his mouth, his dark brows lightly furrowed as he studied my face. A solid minute passed before I realized I hadn’t moved. I was still in shock, and well, possibly having a heart attack. It wasn’t that I was scared of Eddie Munson, not like a lot of the student body at Hawkins High, I was just shocked to see him in the tutoring center. In the two and a half years that I’d worked here, I had never seen him. Not even once.
I’d heard the rumors about his supposed “devil worshiping” club, and about how he was a “dangerous” known drug dealer. I never really bought into it though. Eddie and I had never really interacted before. We were in completely different classes, and social circles. He didn’t really hangout with anyone that wasn’t in his Hellfire club. But I had seen him a few times in passing, and saw the way he was when he interacted with his friends during lunch. Nothing about him screamed dangerous to me. I always thought he was just..different, and definitely had a flair for dramatics.
“Oh, no no, I’m sorry. You didn’t. I mean you did. But..only because I didn’t hear you come in.”
Once I could no longer hear my heart pounding in my ears, I tried my best to appear as casual as possible. Clearing my throat, I crossed my arms over my chest and peered up at him.
“Um what..can I help you with?”
Eddie shoved his large hands into his front pockets, cursing under his breath. He flashed me an apologetic smile and began to fish around in his back pocket before he retrieved a crumpled paper ball, raising it up into his fist victoriously with a grin.
“Aha! Found it.”
He unraveled the paper and did his best to smooth it out, flipping it upside down and clearing his throat dramatically.
“I am looking for…Y/L/N, Y/N.”
His head swiveled to survey the empty tutoring center before his large brown eyes met mine again with a kind smile.
“Any chance you know where I can find them? It’s uh..kind of important.”
“Oh um well..that’s me. Hi.”
Before I could stop myself, my hand raised up to do an awkward wave. My cheeks instantly heat up with embarrassment. Hi? Seriously? That’s what you went with?
Eddie’s eyes wandered over my figure quickly, his eyes meeting mine once again with a quirk of his brow.
“Oh..well, that was easy.”
I stood there silently for a moment, lightly clenching my fists at my sides. This was the closest I had ever been to Eddie Munson before. I had never gotten to look at him properly, not up close like this. Why did I never notice how attractive he was? I didn’t feel scared in his presence. I just felt..nervous. But I wasn’t exactly sure why that was.
“Um so..why are you here? I meant..um, why are you looking for me?”
My voice came out higher than usual, and I instantly wanted to bang my head against the nearest heavy object. Eddie eyed me silently for a moment, sighing as he shoved the paper back into his pocket and pursed his lips. He twisted one of the large rings he wore around his index finger, his eyes darting around the tutor center before finally landing back on me.
“Okay, here’s the thing. You’re my last resort.”
“Oh.”
“No no no, fuck. I didn’t-I didn’t mean it like that. It’s not that..you’re my last option or anything, you’re just my last choice. Hope! I meant hope. Fuck. This is all coming out wrong.”
Eddie closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a huff of exasperation. He quickly spun around on his heel and made a beeline for the door to the tutoring center and exited swiftly. I stood dumbfounded in place, staring at the spot he once occupied, trying to decipher what the hell had just happened. Suddenly the door to the tutoring center swung open and Eddie walked through with a playful grin on his lips, stopping directly in front of me.
“Let’s start over, shall we? You’re Y/N Y/L/N, tutor extraordinaire. I’m Eddie Munson, and I desperately need your services.”
Placing one of his large hands on his stomach, he did a quick bow, and I couldn’t help but let a quiet giggle escape my lips. This seemed to catch his attention, as he looked up at me with a full blown grin, seemingly proud of himself for getting a laugh out of me.
“Wow, Eddie. I didn’t expect you to be so..formal?”
Eddie stood up straight and placed his hands on his hips, tilting his head to the side as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. An action that my brain has permanently burned into my memory.
“Look, I’m gonna level with you sweetheart. I need to graduate. I can’t stay in this shithole for another year. And as long as I can pull a D with Mrs. O’Donnell, I’m on track to finally get the fuck out of here. But, here’s the problem. I fucking hate her class. It’s so boring! I mean..I would literally rather watch paint dry. So technically, it’s not my fault I keep failing because if the class were, ya’know, a little more exciting, I might actually be able to pay attention. See, I'm a victim here, okay? A victim of this oppressive and soul crushing system that is Hawkins High. Now look, I have tried everyone. And I mean everyone, okay? Mrs. O’Donnell has assigned me every tutor known to humankind and they either flat out say no or just give up so I’m really banking on you here. And look, I’ll even pay you! I’ll be on my best behavior, I swear. Scouts Honor. Just please..please help me. I’m not above begging here. I will literally get on my knees right now and-”
“Eddie!”
My hands darted out to grab onto his biceps as he began to lower his body. The worn leather of his jacket felt soft under my fingertips. My eyes lingered over the various pins and additions he had added to it. The denim overtop was worn and faded, there were light tears and a few loose ends. I was quite impressed by it though, knowing that he had taken the time to put it together himself. I could tell how much work he had put into it, how much it meant to him.
“I’ll do it.”
“What? Really? Holy shit, you..you are a literal angel!”
I felt myself suddenly being lifted off the ground as a strong pair of arms wrapped around my waist. It took a second to register that Eddie Munson was hugging me. Not one of those awkward, half-hearted hugs you feel like you have to give. But a real hug. The kind of hug you give an old friend you haven’t seen in years. My hands gripped onto the shoulders of his jacket and I giggled at his excitement.
“Eddie, put me down! Please, I’m afraid of heights.”
He swiftly set me on my feet with a chuckle, taking a step back and beginning to wave his hands around dramatically.
“Sorry, sorry. I got carried away. Look uh, name your price. Whatever you want, I’ll pay it.”
“Eddie, you’re not paying me. It’s my job, I’m happy to help. I do have a few ground rules though.”
“Alright, sure. Lay ‘em on me.”
“First things first, you have to take this seriously. If we’re going to do this, I need you totally focused. No distractions during our sessions. I know you have your club, and I’ll be respectful of your time dedicated to that, but if you start falling behind and we need extra sessions, I need you to put your school work first. Second, please always be transparent with me. If you need a break, tell me. I don’t want to push you past your limit. If you’re going to be late, or there’s an emergency and you can’t make it, please let me know as soon as you can. And lastly, please don’t ask me to do your work. I’m here to help you, not do everything for you. Don’t even try to bribe me. The answer will be no. Deal?”
You’d be surprised how much I had to emphasize that last part. Over the years, so many people have tried to get me to just do the work for them. They didn’t see me as a resource. They saw me as a transaction. Surely the girl with straight A’s wouldn’t mind doing the work they can't be bothered with. The popular crowd was the worst about it. They thought their parent’s money and social status could buy them anything. Sometimes it made me angry whenever their words would replay in my head. But that anger usually subsided into hurt. Most of them couldn’t even be bothered to remember my name. I was just “tutor girl” to them.
But you’re so smart, it’ll be easy for you! I’ll make it worth your while. If you do my homework, I’ll invite you to the party this weekend. You can sit with us at lunch if you write this paper for me. I’ll put in a good word for you with one of the guys on the team. C’mon tutor girl, everyone has a price.
I wasn’t necessarily “popular”, but I definitely knew a lot of the popular kids. I was practically the reason some of them were able to still do extracurriculars. I spent most of the time in the tutoring center, and when I wasn’t doing that I was helping out with ‘The Weekly Streak’ school newspaper with Nancy Wheeler. Nancy and I had met towards the end of my sophomore year. I had interviewed for a spot on the paper after my guidance counselor had told me tutoring wouldn’t count as a “club activity” on my college applications. After my prolonged sulking, I decided the school paper was the lesser of all high school club evils. Nancy and I had instantly clicked, and had only gotten closer over the years. She and Robin were the only real friends that I had.
I held my hand out and looked up at Eddie with a shy smile on my lips, awaiting his answer. He cocked his head to the side slightly, eyeing me as if he was contemplating my conditions. Always a dramatic. Suddenly, a huge grin took over his mouth and his large hand captured mine. The warmth from his skin spread like wildfire all over my body and eventually settled in the pit of my stomach. My grip tightened slightly on his hand in reaction to the sensation. What the hell was that?
“Deal.”
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#eddie munson x female reader#stranger things#stranger things fic#eddie munson fic#eddie munson x y/n#eddie munson x you#nancy wheeler#robin buckley
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soft moment with your boyfriends.
didn’t proofread | gn!reader | fluff | short story | poly relationship with charlie & nick
#%a/n%#;; i was writing a summary for my class, it took like 3 months hello? /srs and im listening to a podcast kit was in while writing this HAHHAGJ, multitasking at it’s finest. ive just been thinking abt the kit video with tHE GRAPE FLAVOR (ifykyk) and thinking abt a picture that joe posted that showed his body and not being weird, respectfully, its a brainrot. i just wanna cuddle them :’) this is just a little soft story, i wanted to talk abt charlie’s body discomfort a little but around a time where he’s more comfortable with physical touch, you can imagine this happening in anytime just dont be weird. you dont cross his boundaries and it’s not angst (i was planning on it to be aha) but enjoy :)
characters:
nick nelson & charlie spring (heartstopper)
you were hanging upside down on charlie’s bed, scrolling on instagram boredly, as your boyfriend tries on new sweaters he got from shopping. your eyes drift towards his figure, he was struggling pulling it over his head, to which your other boyfriend went towards him to help. your eyebrows dip as you laugh lightly before turning back to your phone.
“i heard that.” charlie mumbles, finally slipping it passed his head and into his arms. when it’s fully covering him nick wraps his arms around his waist with his chin rested on his shoulder. “hi.” he says softly, locking eyes with the other through the mirror.
“hi.” nick smiles cutely, ducking into his shoulder while squeezing his sides.
they both snap out of a daze when they hear the camera shuttering go off and turn their heads quickly towards you. a huge smirk is on your features, now you’re sitting crisscrossed on the floor with your phone faced towards them fully. nick lets go of charlie and jumps towards you, both of you laughing.
“if you wanted to cuddle you could have just said so,” nick grins, fingers tickling your sides.
your head throws back, fits of laughter still leaving your mouth as you toss your phone down to grab his wrists, your eyes meet his, “i didn’t know i had to ask my boyfriend’s to cuddle.” your eyebrow raises accusingly as a joke and nick laughs. you both calm down, getting up and onto the bed. a content sigh leaves your mouth before in sync you and nick open your arms towards charlie. “come hereee.”
charlie was watching with his arms crossed, leaning against his mirror with a lovingly smile, but now that the attention is on his he sits up straight with flushed cheeks. his eyelids close slightly before he takes stiff steps towards his two lovers then breaking out in a small run before jumping on the two of you, grunts filling the room between all of you.
“that…. that wasn’t that smart.” charlie groans, picking himself up before tossing some extra pillows on the floor and turning in the middle of you two.
“yeah… you might’ve broken a ribcage, charlie spring.” your arm slings over your face dramatically.
“oh yeah?” his eyebrow raises in a teasing way before poking the shit out of your ribcage closest to him.
“fUCK— i mean—“ you grab his hang hurriedly, EVEN if it wasn’t broken he elbowed your rib, not cool. “charlie stop.” you get closer to his face, he moves back into nick’s chest with no escape and you comp down on his cheek for a second.
“ow.” he pouts, nick stares at you both with a glint in his eyes, hands reaching around charlie without him knowing and pulling his cheeks. “owwwww, stoph.” he mumbles trying to pulling nick’s fingers away.
your hands slide under charlie’s sweater carefully, not wanting to scare the boy before pulling his lower area towards yours, tangling all three of your legs around eachother. “is this fine, charlie?” your fingers lightly tap his lower waist.
nick lets go to let the boy answer, charlie sits there still for a moment, his eyebrows churn trying to make up his mind. “i mean? i don’t know. it feels nice but it’s still kind of uncomfortable.” he lets out a neevous laugh and your hands slip out from his sweater now on top of it and holding his waist once more. his face flushes and his eyes look kind of teary.
“hey, hey it’s okay.” nick kisses the top of his head, rubbing his shoulders softly before his kisses move down.
“ohhh our sweet boy.” you hum kissing his face.
“stop, you two are so cringy.”
“it’s cringe to say that.” you remark back, charlie rolls his eyes in response. one of your arms stay on charlie’s waist and the other reaches over to grab nick’s waist. “ohhh our other sweet boy.”
nick laughs softly, connecting your hands. you stare at both of your boyfriend’s, they look so cuddly and soft. everyday you spend with them it feels like you’re constantly falling right back in love, you never want to get rid of that feeling. your heart feels so warm.
your eyes slowly close, feeling a rush of sleepiness, as your body is pulled even closer towards the other two. they both whisper loving words to you as you all fall into a comfortably slumber.
#.my writing#heartstopper x gn!reader#heartstopper x gn reader#heartstopper x reader#heartstopper x gender neutral reader#nick and charlie x gn!reader#nick and charlie x gender neutral reader#btw if i ever make another piece when it comes to nick and charlie they will always be poly#and the partner will always be m! or gn! :)
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Dirty Dishes // JMK
Pairing: Josh x (f) reader
Warnings: Pure fluff, slight swearing.
Summary: Being roommates with Josh brings on fun nights and this just happens to be one of them.
Author's Note: This fic is actually one I wrote a long time ago when i wrote fics for Criminal Minds (which I don't anymore) so I'm stealing all of the good ones that I have and am changing them around for the boys.
“Thanks for the ride Liv.” You say as you step in front of your apartment door. The apartment you shared with Josh Kiszka.
“Yeah no problem. Hope they fix your car soon.”
“So do I… I can’t stand having to get up at seven every morning when Josh has to be at the studio..”
“Glad I’m not his roommate.” Liv says with a little snicker. “I wish you the best.”
“See ya tomorrow.” You say as you unlock the apartment door.
“Aha!” You hear Josh exclaim from the kitchen. “I knew it!”
“Knew what?” You call as you hang up your coat in the closet.
“I knew the toilet brush was under the sink!”
“Spring cleaning isn’t for another month.” You say leaning on the kitchen counter.
Which was true.
So when the time comes, Josh takes the first opportunity to get ahead on getting the apartment cleaned and organized. He made sure to keep you out of it. Josh wanted everything to be neat, not that you couldn’t be neat. But he had a place for everything.
“You know I take the first chance I can get to get this shit done. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a toilet to clean.” He says before turning on his heels and heading to the bathroom.
As Star Wars played on the tv, you could hear Josh blasting the water in the sink. “Dishes!” You hear him shout with laughter. “We meet again you dirty bastards.” You couldn’t help but break out into laughter.
“Josh, quick talking to the dishes! People might think you’re crazy.”
Josh turned away from the sink and leaned on the counter to look out at you in the living room. “The only people who can hear me is you, and I know you don’t think I’m crazy.”
“It’s debatable.” You say keeping your eyes glued to the tv. Suddenly you feel a rag hit the side of your head.
“I wash, you dry.” He says with a serious look on his face.
Groaning you pick up the rag and drag yourself to the kitchen. He hands you a wet dish for you to dry.
“Am I crazy now?”
“No, you’re acting like my mother.”
Josh flings soapy water at you.
“Oh now you’ve asked for it.” You say sinking your hands into the water and splashing some at him.
“I just washed these clothes!” Josh exclaimed.
“Aww well I washed ‘em, so you dry ‘em.” You smirk before running out of the kitchen.
“Get back here! I worked hard today and you ruined my clothes!”
“It’s not like you’re going anywhere.” You laugh from your bedroom door. You shut it just as Josh runs into it.
“Open this door!” Josh shouts from out in the hallway. “(Y/N)! This isn’t funny! Open the door!”
“I think it’s plenty funny.” You laugh from inside the bedroom. “Next time don’t splash water one me!”
“You didn’t have to do it back!”
You fling open the bedroom door. “And you didn’t have to do it first. So have fun washing those again.” You say before shutting the door again.
You hear Josh groan before muttering curse words under his breath and stomping off back to the kitchen. You waited a few minutes until you heard the water running in the sink. Slowly opening the door, you slip out into the hallway and check every room before going to the kitchen. You peer around the corner to see Josh posed in front of the sink holding the sink sprayer out in front of him.
“I knew you’d come out sooner or later.” He says smirking at you.
O fim
#jake kiszka#greta van fleet#greta van fleet fanfic#fluff#roommates#danny wagner#josh kiszka#sam kiszka#josh kiszka fanfic#josh kiszka fic
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heyyyyy!! I love love love the golden brother fic and I’m going to check out ibwr bc I love your art so much 😭😭 And your writing??? Impeccable. Characters are on point- and Gus finally gets the recognition he deserves 🤞🤞
so anyway, I’ve been wondering a few things,, I started re-reading it and you mentioned spring break? And in canon the gang gets back to the demon realm in the fall, and I think it was said that Masha was going to work with Jacob during the summer. Idk why this confused me bc for some reason I thought spring break was summer break in the fic. I think it was also suggested that Vee could enroll in the next semester, so would that be after summer break? And when/how long is summer break for Luz?
this makes me wonder what school breaks are like in Sweden
😪 maybe I just haven’t been paying enough attention, but it lead me to wondering what a timeline for the fic would be? Like what month did they arrive in the human realm and when spring break was + summer break is etc? But I was also wondering if they are still going to leave in October, bc now that they know about the portal + titan blood they can leave whenever they want right? Unless something happens that keeps them from leaving.. 😶
anywayyyyy thanks so much for writing golden brother it’s literally soooo good and I love it soooo much 🫶🫶🫶
putting this under a read more!
God honest truth - I thought they arrived in the human realm in spring time. It looked to me, going by Willow's photo album, like they spent spring, summer and autumn there. Kinda like how Luz spent her summer, autumn and winter in the demon realm!
If I wrote summer instead of spring for Masha, that's a hiccup on my part. :'O I should go back and correct that-- I'll write it on a post-it note and hope I remember asdfghj!;;
I actually had to look up how long the spring break in a Connecticut school was this year, and according to that it was a week long. I think sweden gets two weeks spring break?
Our summer break in sweden is about two months. Idk if it's the same in America. I'll have to look that up when summer comes around. :'O
And yeah, matey, I've been sitting here staring at myself in the mirror like "you idiot they have the Titan's blood now."
But aha, ah~! What can go wrong shall go wrong and if there can be conflict lets have at it! That is the lifeline in my pocket.
...I just need to remember this dialogue between Luz and Caleb again so I can get ON with this chapter. Because I thiiink Caleb had a good point and it KEEPS SLIPPING MY HEAD.
Anyway--
THANKS A BUNCH FOR READING!!!! Next chapter might take awhile because I'm kinda *internal scream* atm. :'')
And if you check out IBWR, thanks a whole bunch!!!! ;;O;; <3333
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Hi!!! Okay girl, this is realll random but there's something that's been rotating in my mind and Ms. Rosehearts was stressing me out fr so I was like WAIT BUT HOW BOUT THE OTHER COOLER NICER MOMS and I think you'd enjoy the situational chaos so
Hear me out
The moms have a book club.
But it's really just a front for the REAL Yuu protection squad and also gossiping about their children LMAO.
I really love twisted wonderland mothers! They all sound like strong, compelling individuals (save for some Ms. Rosehearts PLS sit down maam😭😭😭)! Like, Mrs. business -woman-married-her-divorce-lawyer-owner-of-the-best-resturant-of-the-seas-girlboss Ashengrotto????? Ms. loving-caring-badass-single-mother-i-care-deeply-about-my-son-and-he-knows-and-loves-me-back-so-much-so-that-he-constantly-strives-to-be-a-better-person Spade???? Mrs. breaking-social-social-norms-marrying-the-man-i-love-probably-been-in-a-war-or-at-least-had-cool-sword-training-the-CROCODILE-FAE-HERSELF Zigvolt????? I like to think that over multiple breaks/events Yuu tags along with one (some?) of the boys and mom/grandma/aunt/whateverlmao just, just loves this kid and is like aw hi hon nice to meet you is my son being troublesome at school?😊💕💕💕 i hope not😇😇😇 and
...wait
ur alone??? w/o any resources or connections??? being taken advantage of by a scheming, fugly crow??? (and if it's Ms. Yuu, BBY UR A MAGICLESS GIRL IN A PRESTIGIOUS ALL BOYS MAGIC ACADEMY???) basically queen Asha but then add in mom authority and multiple mothers lmao
Like, there's a PTA meeting or a parents week lmao and Ms. Leech, Ashengrotto, Zigvolt, Spade AND YOU KNOW WHAT. EPELS GRANDMA, MAMA LILITH, AND QUEEN ASHA TOO BC SLAY MALLEUS' GRANDMA TOO???? etc... come over to check up on the prefect and they're all like
Thus begins the OP Yuu protection squad and they use a Mom's book club as a front (maybe they were a book club at first anyway???? Lmao idk logistics) and its just like
Mrs. Ashengrotto: Heyyyy bby, do you need a job over breakkk aha cool bc the restaurant has an opening and OOP oh no! the ice cream machine is broken :(((( looks like you can't do your job :((( oh, sweetie don't worry about your paycheck it wasn't your fault you'll still get paid, aw, these ice cream machines really need to break less :((( sighhhh, it's okay love, anyway do you wanna go shopping with me???
AND I THINK MAMA ASHENGROTTO WOULD BE HILARIOUS IN PARTICULAR BC THINK OF THE POWER WE'D HAVE OVER AZUL
Azul: AHA! You're now indebted to me and owe me all your robux AND a lifetime of indentured servitude whhhAT ARE YOU DOING
Yuu: CALLING YOUR MOM BITC-
Power. Yuu'd be the most powerful person on campus. Think of the baby photos. The childhood stories. THE BABY PHOTOS. Meanwhile they'd also be getting advice from this circle of wise, beautiful women who also can give the smack down on any poor teenage boy that breathes incorrectly in Yuu's direction. I also think this could be absolutely incredible for a Ms. Yuu, who would suddenly have female connections all around twisted wonderland after being deprived for so long. Maybe free period stuff. A heating pad. Handmade dresses instead of our sad, overworn uniform bc we literally dont have any other clothes😭😭😭 Like, just,,,, female advice about survival in this new world while maybe also having tea, in depth discussions about literature, and teasing their boys. A comfy circle occasionally held in ramshackle dorm about art and gossip and caring for a kid who hasn't been cared for in a long time
Ms. Spade: So ladies, what's the schedule over spring break?
Queen Asha: I will have them assist me in court for the final two weeks. I belive that perhaps Zigvolt...?
Mrs. Zigvolt: Yuu inquired about dental practices in magically structured locals such as Briar Valley. My family will take them in during the first weekend of break.
Yuu can be in the bookclub too. Just to rant and snitch about their classmates. Bestie deserves it. There can be a group chat. Love it. And if this ever takes a romantic direction...
Mrs. Leech: You know, Yuu would make such a fantasic in-law.🤭😇😊😊😆💕🌸🌸💕🥺🙂
Queen Asha: Indeed.
Queen Asha Internally: leonagetyourSHITtogetherleonaliterallyplsleonailovethemsomuchboymovebeforeimoveFORyouomlLEONA-
Like, Mrs. Leech and Ashengrotto would totally tag team this bc theyre besties and if one of their sons wins they both win meanwhile someone like Mrs. Shroud (maybe? Idk how to feel about the Shroud parents LMAO) would be loosing her MIND
And speaking of
🎆women🎆
Yuu: GUYS.
Yuu: omf-
Najma: what
Yuu: You will not believe the SHIT your brothers pulled today istg---
Yuu:
Sebek's Sister: DJDJDJDHFJGJDJSJSJD
Yuu: its the second time this week
Najma: PLS
Sebek's Sister: babe it's literally tuesday????💀😭😭😭😭
Yuu: save. me.
Najma: no <3
Sebek's Sister: how are you still alive
girls Yuu's age ready to make fun of their brothers at any given moment???? yes??? hello??? the rants??? the insults??? the hilarity??? the 3am memes??? sign me up. Najma is literally RIGHT THERE and she's only had less than one chapter of sceen time total and i would still die for her
Anyway
Yay women. At this point I honestly dont care about the boys just let me be besties with their moms and sisters and we can get starbucks or sth
Yay women.
Lmao thats it thanks for all you write for us its appreciated love ur humor thank you for reading this far hope all is well in life byeeee <3333
You're right, I love everything about this. 🥰
There is just just much potential to unfold here. With exception of event characters like Granny Felmeir and Najma, all female characters are all off screen. So we kind of have to fill in the blanks of who these women and how they act, and that is where the fun comes in.
Especially for a Miss Yuu, because by default the whole situation raises many questions and concerns that all the mama bears come out. Yuu gets more care packages than their sons. "What do you mean why am I sending her things? You have everything you need and she has nothing. Now be sure to ask if she liked the cookies I sent." Yuu went from barely scraping by to being in want of nothing in just a few months.
We all know Asha, we all know Lilith. I just know Deuces mom is so nice and offers to have her over for breaks if she ever needs it. "Does she have any family? No? Invite her for the holidays right now!" Or Sebeks mom, I like to headcanon that Mrs. Zigvolt is more or less twisted from Fauna, so she is the sweetest lady alive. Her children are her everything and she cannot stand the thought of Yuu being all alone. She will not stand for it.
Mama Ashengrotto and Mama Leech are instigating each other, I just know it. They both like Yuu and love having her around. Theyre going to set up some Kiss the girl type scenes for their sons and hope it works. If Azul or the Tweels win they both win.
I feel like they all have a friendly competition to see whose son Yuu ends up liking. The race to be her mother in law if you will.
Mama Ashengrotto: What's that land saying? We all have a horse in this race.
Queen Asha, thinking about Leonas shitty love letters: I think my horse is broken.
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Meanwhile Yuu is having a blast with the sisters. Having everyones mom around means having their sisters pop in, and Najma and Sebeks sisters are pretty much the closest in age to her and are fun to hang out with. They want all the info on wtf their brothers are doing and laughing at all the phots of their fuck ups.
Anyway Yuu needs more female friends.
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Obbligato: The Punishment of Kaname Tojo - 1
Writer: Akira
Season: Spring, two years ago
Characters: Ibara
Proofreading: Remi + 310mc (JP) & Skyress (ENG)
Translation: Peace
Ibara: Every human being wants to live the correct way in order to survive. That's why if we can manipulate what they view as "right", we can then manipulate them.
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Ibara: Aha-ha-haa! ☆
I knew it'd be best to ask to speak with "you", Tojo-san.
Despite being right in the thick of Reimei Academy, you haven't once gotten mixed up in the going ons — you've had a bird-eye's view of everything instead. Rather than penning the tale, or playing a part within, you've acted as the reader.
That's precisely why I thought that by asking you what I'd like to know, I'd be able to understand the situation completely.
Nevertheless, I can't say I don't understand why you take that role over any other! It seems quite enjoyable to be part of the audience!
Hm? Isn't this all my own doing? Oh, perish the thought! Though I did give them a nudge here and there for my own benefit...♪
If anything, never did I think that such a plan would go without a hitch... Humans certainly are easy to lead, aren't they?
I suppose it must be because the students of Reimei Academy are already quite used to “living systematically”.
No, it's more that one couldn't survive in this academy if they didn’t.
Ibara: Obey those above you. Follow the rules. Don't oppose either for any reason.
If you break those laws, then you'll be given a hellish punishment in return.
The longer these students attend Reimei Academy, the more these regulations become the "accepted practice” to them. After enough time, it becomes an instinct bound to their very selves.
It's a valuable trait that politicians— that managers can take advantage of when training them.
I'm aware that such training, or rather brainwashing, occurs in other schools just the same...
... But Reimei Academy takes it to an extreme and specializes in it.
This academy is no different than how the military used to work.
Soldiers were told to obey any order given without fail, and the first step towards this outcome started the very moment they enlisted: their self-esteem would be torn to shreds immediately, ground into a fine dust.
And after getting in, the higher ups ensure that each person will thoroughly obey the hierarchy they're to settle into through various methods. This way, they're guaranteed to have obedient pawns— soldiers to make use of.
They don't think for themselves, because thinking is seen as something wrong.
If they decide something on their own, they're rebuked by a superior officer. It doesn't matter how many blows one takes by fist or tongue, the soldier in question won't be forgiven even if they cry.
As a result, it becomes an environment where it's "right" for the superior's judgment to take priority over their own.
Every human being wants to live the correct way in order to survive. That's why if we can manipulate what they view as "right", we can then manipulate them.
That's what I tried to do. By using Reimei Academy, which was once a missionary school by design and, as such, is closed-off with strict rules to follow...
With a little adjustment, I tried to make it a suitable foundation for us to build up a factory that would mass produce such easily led people.
However, strange things began to occur due in part to the appearance of an irregularity in the system: Tatsumi Kazehaya.
Because of his steadfast faith, he was impervious to brainwashing. That peculiar creed of his had been etched deeply inside of him already...
And so it was impossible for us to overwrite it.
Thus, it would be best to remove such a snag in our operations. If a factory comes to a grinding halt, then it's the manager's duty to ensure the elimination of the problem ASAP.
And if you're clever enough to turn a bit of trouble into a ton of profit, then you're considered a fine businessman indeed!
Though the idol industry is in the midst of a great recession at the moment, Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya is a splendid idol. Why, if the times were better, it wouldn't be unthinkable for him to be called a Super Idol!
He's certainly capable enough, and has made plenty of accomplishments to back that claim up.
It's quite profitable for us that he's recognized by both the public as well as potential business partners too.
However, leaving him to live as he does poses a serious danger. Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya disregards the rules. He completely transcends the carefully cultivated hierarchy, which is the foundation of all our plans.
The main issue is that faith of his. If a soldier would rather obey the words of a god, versus the words of his superior officer, then he's a danger and useless on the battlefield.
And so I decided to create a god that would benefit me.
A god who, unlike Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya, would do what I wanted him to do.
We've already laid out the contract details. And "he" seems to be working as thoroughly as I'd hoped.
Yes, while Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya is busy working himself to the bone, while he's continuously rehospitalized due to his failing health...
There is someone who has begun to plunder leftover work, monopolizing it and building up his name as a result.
Yes, yes. I believe you also know his real name, but he seems to go by HiMERU now.
He, Mr. HiMERU that is, takes on the requests meant for Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya as he pleases, and then distributes them to the work-hungry Special Students around him.
By bestowing such opportunities upon them, he then gains their confidence and becomes their representative.
And with it, the taboo that once stained Mr. HiMERU for a time sheds off, and he regains his status as a Special Student in return.
Correct. Just as you'd expect, we're pulling strings behind it all.
When an idol affiliated with Reimei Academy receives a request, it's first sent to a manager such as myself, and from there we distribute the work out in careful doses.
I used to give every job to Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya.
It was the ideal move to make, since his status as such a capable idol would certainly raise the very value of Reimei Academy's affiliates to their uppermost limits.
What’s more, he is someone who doesn’t crave money, nor complains a single bit no matter how much profit he loses out on. All in all, a rather convenient "employee".
However, he grew too large. So much that he began to shake the very foundations of Reimei Academy.
And so, we adjusted the amount of work being sent his way accordingly and let his health decline. We’ve removed him from the board, if only for a time...
But in that span of time, we made our far more convenient Mr. HiMERU come to the forefront.
As long as it’s him, unlike that strange, idealistic thought of Mr. Tatsumi Kazehaya's being hoisted for all to see, everyone will surely begin to abide by the Special Student system once more.
For us, Mr. HiMERU is quite a handy attraction. No, a god.
A god who guides all, who influences all he sees... Through him, I'll be the one calling all the shots.
I'll stand above all just by taming and enslaving that god of ours.
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No God besides Yahweh
1 “But now hear, O Jacob, My servant,
And Israel, whom I have chosen:
2 Thus says Yahweh who made you
And formed you from the womb, who will help you,
‘Do not fear, O Jacob My servant,
And you Jeshurun whom I have chosen.
3 For I will pour out water on the thirsty ground
And streams on the dry land;
I will pour out My Spirit on your seed
And My blessing on your offspring;
4 And they will spring up among the grass
Like poplars by streams of water.’
5 This one will say, ‘I am Yahweh’s’;
And this one will call on the name of Jacob;
And this one will write on his hand, ‘Belonging to Yahweh,’
And will name Israel’s name with honor.
6 “Thus says Yahweh, the King of Israel and his Redeemer, Yahweh of hosts:
‘I am the first, and I am the last,
And there is no God besides Me.
7 Who is like Me? Let him call out and declare it;
And let him tell it to Me in order,
From the time that I established the ancient people.
And let them declare to them the things that are to come
And the events that are going to take place.
8 Do not be in dread and do not be afraid;
Have I not long since caused it to be heard to you and declared it?
And you are My witnesses.
Is there any God besides Me,
Or is there any other Rock?
I know of none.’”
The Futility of Idolatry
9 Those who form a graven image are all of them futile, and their desirable things are of no profit; even their own witnesses fail to see or know, so that they will be put to shame. 10 Who has formed a god or cast a graven image to no profit? 11 Behold, all his companions will be put to shame. The craftsmen themselves are mere men. Let them all assemble themselves, let them stand up, let them be in dread, let them together be put to shame.
12 The man crafts iron into a cutting tool and does his work over the coals, forming it with hammers and working it with his powerful arm. He also gets hungry and has no power; he drinks no water and becomes weary. 13 Another crafts wood, he extends a measuring line; he outlines it with a stylus. He makes it with planes and outlines it with a compass and makes it like the form of a man, like the glory of man, so that it may sit in a house. 14 In order to cut cedars for himself, he takes a cypress or an oak and raises it for himself among the trees of the forest. He plants a fir, and the rain makes it grow. 15 Then it becomes something for a man to burn, so he takes one of them and warms himself; he also kindles a fire to bake bread. He also works to produce a god and worships it; he makes it a graven image and falls down before it. 16 Half of it he burns in the fire; over this half he eats meat as he roasts a roast and is satisfied. He also warms himself and says, “Aha! I am warm; I have seen the fire.” 17 But the rest of it he makes into a god, his graven image. He falls down before it and worships; he also prays to it and says, “Deliver me, for you are my god.”
18 They do not know, nor do they understand, for He has smeared over their eyes so that they cannot see and their hearts so that they will have no insight. 19 No one causes this to return to his heart, nor is there knowledge or understanding to say, “I have burned half of it in the fire and also have baked bread over its coals. I roast meat and eat it. Then I make the rest of it into an abomination; I fall down before a block of wood!” 20 He feeds on ashes; a deceived heart has turned him aside. And he cannot deliver his soul, and he cannot say, “Is there not a lie in my right hand?”
Yahweh Forgives and Redeems
21 “Remember these things, O Jacob,
And Israel, for you are My servant;
I have formed you, you are My servant;
O Israel, you will not be forgotten by Me.
22 I have wiped out your transgressions like a thick cloud
And your sins like a cloud.
Return to Me, for I have redeemed you.”
23 Shout for joy, O heavens, for Yahweh has done it!
Make a loud shout, you lower parts of the earth;
Break forth into a shout of joy, you mountains,
O forest, and every tree in it;
For Yahweh has redeemed Jacob
And in Israel He shows forth His beautiful glory.
24 Thus says Yahweh, your Redeemer, and the one who formed you from the womb,
“I, Yahweh, am the maker of all things,
Stretching out the heavens by Myself
And spreading out the earth all alone,
25 Causing the omens of boasters to be annulled,
And making fools out of diviners,
Causing wise men to turn back,
And making foolishness out of their knowledge,
26 Confirming the word of His servant—
And the counsel of His messengers He will complete—
And being the One who says of Jerusalem, ‘She shall be inhabited!’
And of the cities of Judah, ‘They shall be built.’
And I will raise up her waste places again.
27 It is I who says to the depth of the sea, ‘Be dried up!’
And I will make your rivers dry.
28 It is I who says of Cyrus, ‘He is My shepherd!
And all My good pleasure he will complete.’
And saying of Jerusalem, ‘She will be built,’
And of the temple, ‘Your foundation will be laid.’”
— Isaiah 44 | Legacy Standard Bible (LSB)
Legacy Standard Bible Copyright ©2021 by The Lockman Foundation. All rights reserved.
Cross References: Judges 17:4; Leviticus 23:40; Deuteronomy 4:28; Deuteronomy 4:35; Deuteronomy 27:15; Deuteronomy 32:15; 1 Kings 11:5; 1 Kings 18:26; 2 Chronicles 25:14; Job 37:18; Job 39:14; Psalm 81:12; Psalm 97:7; Psalm 136:22; Isaiah 27:11; Isaiah 40:20; Isaiah 41:4; Matthew 5:18; John 7:38; Acts 3:19; Acts 19:26-27; Romans 1:21-22; Romans 1:25; 1 Corinthians 1:20; Galatians 6:17; Ephesians 4:9; Revelation 1:8; Revelation 16:12
#one God#Yahweh#Israel#chosen#forgiveness#redemption#Jerusalem restored#futility#idols#idolatry#Isaiah 44#Book of Isaiah#Old Testament#LSB#Legacy Standard Bible#The Lockman Foundation
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Re.Gray 036 - Vampire pt. 6: Repatriation
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Summary: Lavi vs. Krory. Meanwhile, Eliade and Allen reveal their true colours.
Volume 4, Chapter 36
Vampire of the Lonely Castle ⑥: Repatriation
♦ 175
36th Night - Vampire of the Lonely Castle ⑥: Repatriation
♦ 176
sfx: DON BAAN gagah [various battle noises, as Lavi and Krory go at it hammer and teeth in the cemetery garden]
Lavi: ...In short, Akuma are weapons1 wearing human skin!
Krory: That so.
Lavi: So it's Akuma blood you've been sucking, okay?
Krory: That so.
Krory: But wait? If that were true, should I not be dead of its poison?
Krory: I find your tale hard to credit.
sfx: zah [he and Lavi break apart momentarily]
Lavi: Heh. Actually, I can think of others who've survived it.
Lavi: This is what I'm thinking:
Lavi: Akuma poison doesn't work on you because, like Allen, you're a parasitic-type Accommodator.
Lavi: And you've unconsciously only gone after Akuma...
♦ 177
Lavi: Those crazy-hard teeth of yours are Innocence, right?
Krory: ......
Lavi: You like hunting Akuma? Join up with us and you'll never run out.
Lavi, side: Red-carpet welcome!
Lavi: You're strong, so to make you listen,
Lavi: it looks like I've gotta go all-out.
Lavi: So tell me yea or nay when you come to, yeah?
sfx: zu [a ring of seals springs up in the air around the hammer 2]
Lavi: Krow. ♪ 3
♦ 178
sfx: baki baki baki [Allen's ribs creaking under the pressure of Eliade's tightening grip]
Allen: cough
Allen: hack
Allen: cough
Eliade: What's the matter? You were breathing fine a second ago.
Eliade: I'll crush your ribcage if you don't fight back, you know?
Allen: ——...
Allen: wheeze...
Allen: ——...
♦ 179
Allen: ?
Allen: It's hot...
Allen: I'm losing my grip...
Allen: It's like something is sapping the strength from my whole body.
Allen: My senses are fading...
Allen: I'm sleepy...
sfx: dokah [Eliade punches him hard in the face with her free hand]
Eliade: No? No reaction?
Eliade: Or don't you have the guts to fight?
sfx: bota bota [books fall from the shelves around Allen's shoulders]
Allen: ......
Eliade: Perhaps Arystar did you some real damage.
♦ 180
Eliade: Well, then.
Allen: I mustn't...
Allen: Mustn't fall asleep.
Allen: Can't feel the pain, or anything else...
Allen: My senses are numb.
Allen: If I fall asleep, I'm dead.
Allen: Talk.
Allen: Come on, think.
Allen: We have no... intention of... slaying Arystar Krory...
Allen: So there's... no reason to fight...
Eliade: Ah.
Eliade, side: It speaks.
Allen: He may... be neither vampire... nor monster...
Allen: but rather... one of us...
sfx: baki [Eliade hits him hard across the face, no longer smiling]
♦ 181
Eliade: Aha!
Eliade: Ahahahahaha!!
sfx: doka baki doka baki goki dogo goki dogo [vicious successive hits, sound changing as his face gets pulpy]
Eliade: Ahahahaha!!
Eliade: One of you? Don't make me laugh.
sfx: DON [she slams him back into the shelves with both hands]
Eliade: He is a vampire!
Eliade: You think I'll let you take him...?
♦ 182
Eliade: This is why
Eliade: I have to kill you.
sfx: dokan [impact]
sfx: dosah [Allen slumps bonelessly to the floor, prone]
sfx: nuh [Eliade produces a wood axe]
Eliade: Off with your head.
sfx: goh [she approaches]
Eliade: I'll drain the blood from your body and hang it it from the gate,
sfx: goro [she kicks him over onto his back]
Eliade: so that no one will ever come near this castle again.
♦ 183
sfx: nu [she lays the blade against his throat]
Eliade: I'll save some face if I offer his life in place of Krory's.4
sfx: ZAN [she swings]
♦ 184
Eliade: !!
sfx: gugugu... [she strains, but Allen holds the blade fast in his left hand and it won't budge]
sfx: gugu [still trying]
Eliade: Tch.
Eliade: Still got some juice, huh.
sfx: gugugu [his grip remains tight and unyielding]
Eliade: !!
Eliade: Wait, he's...
Eliade: unconscious...!?
♦ 185
sfx: gikin [the red hand tightens and the axe-blade shatters]
sfx: kah [a sudden light shines in Eliade's face]
Eliade: !?
♦ 186
sfx: DO [Eliade jumps back, wounded in the chest but not fatally]
sfx: zuzu [the arm makes the zipper noise]
sfx: haa haa haa [Eliade panting]
sfx: dokuh dokuh dokuh [Eliade's heart thundering]
Eliade: What is he?
Eliade: His left arm is moving on its own!?
♦ 187
sfx: zu zu zu [a black pentacle appears over his closed left eye in a slow, twisted knot]
sfx: ZU [it finishes unfurling, an ornate capital D forming in the center]
sfx: shu... [a wisp emerges from it]
sfx: shuru... [the wisp slowly takes the shape of a skull, black pentacle blazoned across the top and D written above its left eye socket]
♦ 188
sfx: kah [it stares at Eliade, sees her, and she feels it like a physical blow]
Eliade: !?
Mana?: I'm home, Allen.
Mana?: The darkness has returned...
sfx: zuuu... [the skull begins to retreat back into Allen's head without losing its shape, phasing through his skin and bone]
sfx: zubububu [there seems to be some resistance, an almost elecrical buzzing at the boundary being crossed]
♦ 189
Allen: My senses have returned...
sfx: kachin [the skull settles comfortably into place within Allen's, ghostly black tail dangling into his throat; Allen's cursed eye, healed, opens for the first time since Road stabbed it out, and it's pitch black]
♦ 190
Allen: So you're an Akuma.
sfx: sutoh [his left arm sets him lightly on his feet]
sfx: jujujuju [Eliade's wound churns with scales and little gears]
Eliade: Strange boy...
Allen: It's returned again.
Allen: This black-and-white world.
♦ 191
Mana?: Welcome home.5
Allen: I'll have to eat my words.
sfx: vuvu VU [Innocence thrumming, now in controlled cannon form]
Allen: Seems there is reason to fight.
END OF VOLUME 4 - MARSHALS IN DISTRESS
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FOOTNOTES
Mismatch:
Kanji: 兵器 heiki "weapon"
Furigana: メカ meka "mecha"
Lavi calls Akuma "mechas", which is an interesting reversal; normally, with mechas, the squishy human bit is on the inside, piloting, and the metal is the outer skin being piloted, but Akuma are the perfect opposite.
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Starting from the frontmost, counterclockwise:
- 天 (heaven)
- ?
- 木 (wood)
- ?
- 火 (fire)
- hidden behind Lavi
- ?
- 地 (earth)
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- 水 (water)
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Original: クロちゃん kurochan "Kro-chan". Kuro also means "black", of course, so there's a bit of wordplay there I can't preserve. Opted to add a little to make up for it, playing on "black" and "has wings, or something like them".
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This is a reference to her mission as an Akuma; she hasn't killed Krory as she was supposed to, so she's hoping killing an Exorcist will make up for that somewhat.
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I'm pretty sure this is what the chapter title "Repatriation" is referring to; that word describes the return or restoration of a person to the country of their birth or citizenship, the return of an exile to the place where they belong. Here, the curse is welcoming Allen back to the monochrome world, which he was temporarily exiled from by his injury. (Will have to be careful when typesetting to make it clear through font which of them is speaking through this section. It's obvious in Japanese because the curse speaks mostly in katakana, while Allen's thoughts are normal, but English only has the one alphabet.)
Also, I know it's a bit awkward, but where I used the word "return" three times in short succession at the end there, those were (also somewhat awkwardly) all the same word in Japanese, 戻ってきた modottekita. I don't know how significant that is but it struck me.
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#dgm#d.gray-man#d gray man#dgm translations#dgm meta#re.gray#and that's volume 4 complete!#thanks for reading!#making good time i think#on track for about six volumes per year looks like#i'll get there eventually
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Raccoon Boy
Eddie Munson x Reader
WC: 1,095
Warnings: Fluff, season 4 vol 2 spoilers, fix it fic, Eddie is a precious little meow meow, can be found on Ao3.
This was originally supposed to be 700 words at the most but Eddie brain rot took over and now we're here.
It’s been a rough few months since everyone chipped in to help defeat Vecna/Henry/One and close the gates. You, Eddie, Max, and Steve are all healed from injuries but the trauma of what happened is a lot to process for everyone. Summer has just started and everyone wants to get out of Hawkins for a bit. Seeing as the group still has the RV that Eddie and Steve “borrowed” from that couple in the trailer park, you come up with the idea to go on a roadtrip away from Hawkins for a few weeks during the summer to visit the Byers, Hopper, El, and Argyle in California. The younger kids have to get permission from their parents to go, and everyone knows Mrs. Wheeler is already skeptical of letting Mike do anything after the clusterfuck that was Spring Break but she finally agrees when you tell her that this is going to be a relaxing trip for everyone to bond and relax together.
Now that Eddie has finally graduated, this is a celebratory trip as well as a vacation. Joyce and Hopper know that everyone is coming to visit but they’d decided to keep it a surprise for everyone else. Steve has parked at a gas station somewhere in Utah, saying that it’s time for a stretch break and some snacks while they wait for the RV to fill up. You and Eddie are fine staying behind to watch the RV while everyone else goes inside to get snacks.
You haven’t been able to spend much time alone with Eddie recently. You and Eddie have known each other for what feels like forever, even starting Hellfire Club together. However, everything that’s happened takes its toll on the both of you, with everyone in town, except for Dustin and his friends, thinking you and Eddie murdered Chrissy and Fred. However, Jason fucked up when pulling Patrick’s body from the lake. After that, Jason was taken into custody and because he already had connections to Chrissy and Patrick, they were able to pin Fred’s murder on him too. Both yours and Eddie’s names are clear but people in Hawkins still look at both of you with disdain and hatred. The stuff in the Upside Down didn’t make it any better. Both of you, back to back, fighting off what felt like thousands of those ugly ass demobat things after Eddie’s kickass guitar solo. Knowing neither if you stood a chance but feeling better knowing that Dustin is safe. No one would’ve missed the town freaks anyway.
However, you shake yourself from those thoughts and are eternally grateful that all of your friends and your partner are safe. Even if Max’s hospital stay was a lot longer than anyone wanted it to be. You’ve been in your head for a few minutes and didn’t hear Eddie get up to rifle through Nancy’s makeup bag until you hear his quiet “Aha!” of victory as he finds what he’s looking for. Walking over, you see that Eddie’s got his hands on Nancy’s eyeliner and is attempting to put it on his left eye using the mirror in the RV’s tiny bathroom. You have a small smile on your face as you lean against the wall watching him, it’s obvious Eddie has never done this before but it’s cute to see him try.
“Whatcha doing over here, Moonlight?”
Eddie startles a little when he hears you but turns toward you with a small smile, “Oh, I’m just trying out a new look. What d’ya think, Sunshine?”
“You’re starting to look a little bit like a deranged raccoon but you still look cute. You always look cute to me though so I’m probably not the best judge.”
“A deranged raccoon? Maybe you can help me out then.”
“Moonlight, I don’t think that’s a good idea-”
Eddie cuts you off with a wave of his hand.
“Nonsense, Sunshine. You can’t possibly do any worse than I’ve already done.”
“Alright, if you say so.” You step to where Eddie has now turned towards you and take the eyeliner pencil from him.
Taking a deep breath, you hold the pencil to his right eye and gently draw along his waterline, taking the time to admire his brown eyes up close, the flecks of gold in them catching the light every so often. Eddie has his eyes turned upward but he can still see you, the way your tongue just slightly sticks out the corner of your mouth whilst you’re concentrating on something. Once you feel that the liner on the bottom is sufficient you pull the pencil away and ask Eddie to close his eyes so you can do the top of his lid. You’re a bit heavy handed trying to even it out with his other eye, Eddie looks even more like a deranged raccoon now and it makes you giggle.
Eddie opens his eyes when he hears your giggle and wonders what you’re giggling at until he looks in the mirror. He looks like a raccoon and it causes him to chuckle too. He reaches out and grabs you around the waist, his head going to your neck to playfully bite you.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
You’re trying not to giggle even more, “No! I tried to warn you that it wasn’t the best idea and you didn’t listen to me.”
“Oh, so it’s my fault now, huh Sunshine?”
“Yes!”
“You’re in for it now!”
Eddie picks you up and tosses you on to the couch in the back of the RV, descending on you to tickle your sides, causing your shirt to move just enough to expose the little moon tattoo on your collarbone that matches the sun tattoo on Eddie’s. Your shrieks and giggles can be heard outside the RV as the rest of the party comes back from getting the snacks and paying for gas. Everyone smiles as they hear this and load back into the RV. It’s always nice to hear laughter, something that’s been severely lacking these last few months. As everyone climbs back in, you and Eddie hear the clack of the door and pull away. You’re gasping for air, a few giggles still leave your mouth as Eddie turns to look at everyone.
Robin is the first to open her mouth, “When did a raccoon take Eddie’s body?”
This causes everyone to laugh, even Eddie, and the RV is filled with a warm homey feel as Nancy takes the driver’s seat and everyone settles in to continue the journey to California.
#eddie munson x reader#fluff#cute#fix it fic#season 4 vol 2 spoilers#my precious little meow meow deserved better#gender neautral reader#non descript reader#no use of y/n
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Twst Mermay Day 3: Rivalry!
“Ahh Nugget! Would you like to accompany me to Octavinelle dorm!?” Crowley asked with a flourish as he swung Yoru’s bedroom door open. She looked up from where she was crouched in her chair, reading another textbook she’d likely stolen from the library.
“No, why?”
“Aahhhhh Floyd Leech-kun must not have told you! He’s decided to challenge Ashengrotto-san for the dorm leader position!”
“He what?” A grin grew on her face as Crowley turned to leave. Of course he challenged Azul. There hadn’t been many things going on at school lately with beans day and spring break long out of the way, it would be ages before anything interesting happened again on campus. “I’ll come, I want to see this.”
“Oho! A fun adventure for a cute little Nugget and her kind and handsome Papa!” Crowley sang under his breath as they traveled toward the mirror chamber. Yoru rolled her eyes.
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“Floyd, how many times do I have to tell you that this is pointless?” Azul sighed, dodging another blast of magic Floyd had sent flying through the dormitory lounge.
“Aha~! Come on Azul, this is fun!” He laughed, jets of water spraying from his magical pen drenching the unfortunate souls that hadn’t gotten away in time.
“Who do you think is going to have to clean all of this up after you’ve finished!? It’s a disaster in here!”
“Eehhhh who cares.”
“Fufufu, Floyd, Azul is right. It would be a dreadful shame if one of our adorable kohai slipped and injured themselves in the dorm Azul works so hard to maintain.”
As if on cue, Crowley slipped as he entered, sliding into the room with much less decorum than he had intended.
“I see you have already started! Didn’t I tell you to wait just a minute Floyd Leech-kun?!” He said with a pout, attempting to wring the water from the feathers of his jacket.
“Well yea, but I didn’t wanna wait. You’re here now so why’s it matter? Not like we’re done yet.” Floyd shrugged.
Crowley huffed, his feathers ruffled. “It is as you say, so please continue! Make sure to break no more rules, as these kinds of duels are VERY important to this school!”
“Yea Azul, it’s very important or whatever he said. Doesn’t that mean you should actually DO something?” Yoru chuckled from behind Crowley, waiting for Floyd to destroy the entire dorm.
“Floyd! You know how busy I am today. In fact, is that why you picked today of all days to start this nonsense?! I know you don't actually want this position! You just want to waste my time!” he huffed, trying to catch his breath before Floyd attacked again.
“Bingoooooo~ If you play with me it’ll be over a loooooooooot sooner you know~!”
Magic ricocheted through the room, bouncing off walls, tables and the floor as Floyd attacked him again.
“Jade, can’t you do something about him?” Azul sighed loudly, nullifying Floyd’s every attack.
“No, Floyd. Stop. Cease.” Jade exhaled in the flattest voice he could muster, his toothy grin visible behind the hand trying to hide his mouth. He sighed dramatically. “Ahhh, it seems my words have no effect when he’s like this.”
“Ahahahahaaaaa!!!”
“Floyd, do you know how often dorm meetings are held? They can’t just be-”
“Don’t care, then I can play with Kingyo-chan!”
“Dorm leaders are also responsible for grade average of their respective dorms.”
“Ehh, why would I care about that?”
“Also, you are meant to solve disagreements that break out between dorm members.”
“I’ll still send em to you, that sounds boring.”
“And when I refuse?”
“I’ll fight you again and make you do it. I’ll be dorm leader so I can make you do what I want.”
“Have you forgotten about Mostro Lounge?”
“What about it? That’s your thing not mine.”
Crowley nodded along, perhaps if Floyd were the dorm leader he could take more of a stake in the cafe and make more money than the measly 10% Azul had granted him…
Azul sighed again, rolling his eyes. “Fine. Here, you’ll need this if you want to take over my position.” He tossed his octopus staff towards Floyd where he caught it deftly in his nimble fingers.
“I don’t want an octopus on top. Can we make it an eel?”
“Ahhhh Floyd Leech-kun! It must stay an octopus as it is the symbol of Octavinelle dorm!”
“Eh, then I don’t want it.” He threw the staff back towards Azul who nearly fumbled the catch. “Whatever, this was getting boring anyway. It’s no fun if you don’t fight back.”
“Ahh so it’s all settled then! Azul Ashengrotto-san will remain dorm leader of Octavinelle!” Crowley cheered as Azul gave an annoyed wave to the onlookers.
“For now.” Jade smirked behind his gloved hand as Floyd disappeared through the mirror back to campus. Azul glared at him.
“Jade, would you please clean up this mess? Floyd made me miss the dorm meeting that was scheduled for this afternoon and I’ll have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Hmmm, perhaps I will go fetch Floyd, it is his mess after all.” He bowed slightly to Azul and took his leave as Yoru let out a roar of laughter, Azul standing in the center of the mess that neither twin had any intention of cleaning.
#twstmermay#twisted wonderland#twst#floyd leech#jade leech#azul ashengrotto#dire crowley#twst oc#yoru crowley#twisute oc#twisted wonderland oc#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#octavinelle#NRC#nrc
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update #5 - april 1, 2024
1. Whatʻs been happening over the past 2 weeks?
it's definitely been more than two weeks since my last update but work on this project has been slowly coming along. i've really just been struggling to play catch up with everything lately and i feel like i'm so close to being caught up on everything! i underestimated how much creative energy this project, in addition to all my other classes, would take out of me when i started it so i've had to pivot a little and shift my schedule around to accommodate for lost time.
2. Whatʻs coming up for the next 2 weeks?
this week, i'll be finishing up my study on the elements of form & space, then starting my research on value & color! next week, i am going to try and accelerate through my work on value & color so i can hopefully be caught up by the end of the semester.
3. Hiccups/Hurdles/AHA moments
i had to take on a lot more work in my personal life over spring break so i couldn't dedicate as much of that time to catching up on this project as i had hoped. on a positive note though, at this point in the project, i feel like i've developed enough of a process for each stage of my study that i have a good idea of what needs to get done!
4. Any deliverable drafts to share?
below is a screenshot of my drafts for two upcoming posts! having a whole document that i can use to plan out the content of my instagram posts and compile everything has been really helpful in keeping myself organized.
5. Visual documentation of the progress. (Please upload screenshots, WIP videos, etc.)
6. Where you are on your timeline?
on my initial timeline, i believe i'm around a week and a half or so behind schedule. i think i've made a lot of good progress recently though so i'm optimistic about catching up and finishing this project on time. i also think the pressure of the end deadline coming up is going to incentivize me to get all my work done so i'm trying my best to alleviate future stress right now.
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UPDATE 5
1) What’s been happening over the past 2 weeks?
I forgot to upload my recent progress, so here’s what’s been going on and I’ll likely post another update really soon! In the past two weeks (spring break then- back to school) I’ve been continuing revisions rounds 2, 3, 4? of my story drafts with the help of my elementary school librarian and peers. I also purchased a cheap sketchbook from daiso in order to do my thumbnail sketches- which are pretty rough/ugly sketches, but the point of them is to help me with the layout of text & images.
2) What’s coming up for the next 2 weeks?
Next 2 weeks are time for final revisions to the story and MAJOR crunching on illustrations. I have a few small tweaks to make to the story which were recommended by the librarian, and I’m also sending in my draft to the English professor I used to work with for grammatical things.
As for illustrating, I have my medium picked out (gouache and maybe also another), but I haven’t started it yet. I realize that it’s crazy to illustrate (paint) 32 pages in 2 weeks, but I am GONNA make it work. I have a hybrid process planned, which should make things a bit more efficient. But, I’ve really got to commit to illustrating a few pieces everyday. I set a due date in my calendar, and the 3-4 days after it will be designated to digitally arranging/enhancing.
3) Hiccups/hurdles/AHA moments?
Some hurdles have been time and prioritizing. I was not focused enough on my book during the first half of spring break which leads to me now, regretting my own actions, but I’m motivated to finish. I also realized, this whole time I’ve been putting too much of my focus on the writing, when I should have just started or at least experimented with the illustrating while I was doing that. It would’ve made me feel more comfortable and on schedule, but I can’t change the past now. I can only push forward and do the best that I can.
Another thing, when I was doing my thumbnail sketches I realized that I mostly put all of my type boxes on the bottom half of the page. So, I changed it to have more variation because kids’ minds need to be actively engaged, tracing the directions of where the text is not only good for them to follow, but can also benefit the story visually.
4) Any deliverable drafts to share?
Draft 3 or maybe 4:
https://docs.google.com/document/d/1j_Bm22UYEObpohqmlPz76HhrM9Oi4u8MP33kJ4FfYFI/edit?usp=sharing
5) Visual Documentation of the progress.
(video of some thumbnail sketches + medium of choice)
6) Where are you on your timeline?
I’ve got 2 main things left: illustrating and arranging. So, although the finish line seems far, I know what I need to do in order to reach it. These remaining few weeks are going to be a precarious time for me.
#crunchtime but not eating paint n paper. 🥲
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Oop got some cupcakes- no one talks about microwaving them… 10/10 honestly aha! My mam came to visit again and took me out for lunch which was lovely… spring truly feels like it’s waking up and blossoming! Easter break is coming up soon, but no rest in last year of uni ha!
#food#healthy eating#foodie#personal#update#help i’m a student#uni#foodies#student#mental health#yummy#rambles#tasty#cupcakes#study#student life#lunch#yum#sweettreats#nature#flowers#ramble
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