#there were a Lot of particularities with the id that made it. hard to write. this is better than nothing of course but don't know if it's

[navstuffs]

DO IT FOR HIM

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x GN!Reader

Summary: Leon catches a particular item on your stuff.

Warnings: cute, two idiots in love, FLUFFY FLUFF, comedy, domestic!leon

Author's Notes: inspiration for this came from The Simpsons obvs and this amazing artwork from @emahriel. thank you so much giving me the honor to use it for my little fic! you should all check her blog, she has amazing artwork! i hope this fills your day with joy as much as i had fun writing it!

my leon's masterlist

"What is that?"

You and Leon have been cleaning your bedroom. The idea came from you: to let the energy flow around the house by donating and throwing away old items. Well, you were, at least. Leon is lying in bed, still wearing pajama pants and a shirt, although it is 4 pm. He deserves his rest, he says, and you agree. Because only Leon looks gorgeous in simple grey pants and a white shirt with a hole in the armpits. No complaints on your side.

"What is that?" Leon asks as you sit on the floor, surrounded by old stuff "That. Right there," Leon points, and your eyes follow. It is just your old collection of mangas.

"This?"

"No, behind it. That small little glass frame. What is on it?"

Small little glass…oh, crap. You immediately realize what it is, your stomach twisting. You thought you threw away that long ago before you and Leon moved together. It was a cute piece you made for yourself when you met him, feeling like a teenager in love again. It was never in your plans for Leon to see it.

"No-nothing. It's probably an old art project of mine," You try to place the frame with its face down, thinking of a way to get rid of it, before Leon, faster than you, is at your side, pulling from your hands. "Wait, Leon!"

When Leon turns the frame around, he paralyzes. It is his face. There are numerous pictures of him smiling, looking seriously at the camera, and even admiring the background scenery. There were a few of his younger self as well. And behind it, written in your handwriting in big black bold letters, DO IT FOR HIM. Leon looks at you, a smile appearing on his face, and he feels his cheek heat up.

You don't see that, your face hidden behind your hands. It was just a silly thing you did to help you during work. You placed it on your table to remind yourself to stay strong, even when things got hard.

You peek between your fingers to see Leon isn't in there anymore. Well, there you cringed the man of your life, and he probably regretted marrying you. Or, knowing Leon, he left to give a good laugh without embarrassing you.

Leon comes back, his wallet in his hands. You wait until he sits by your side and hands you the wallet.

"Open it."

You do as you are told, feeling Leon's gentle stare. You hadn't seen anything special in his wallet before besides cards and ID. You look up, and he motions for you to open his wallet. You do it, finding a small folded piece of paper.

"What is this?" You ask, cautious.

"Unfold it."

You wrinkle your forehead, opening the paper and looking at him surprised. It is one of the first pictures you took together after Raccoon City, and you just started dating. Although it was supposed to be a selfie together, Leon accidentally cut himself almost entirely out of the picture, focusing on you and your big happy smile. The paper seemed to have been folded and unfolded plenty of times. When you look at Leon, his face visibly red now, he confesses, his voice low.

"Helped a lot in dark times, believe me."

"Why this one specifically?"

"It was the first time you told me you loved me. I like to remember that."

Without being able to control yourself anymore, sniffling, you throw yourself in Leon's arms, hiding your face on his neck.

"Are you crying?" Leon wonders with a smile. When you don't answer, he rubs your back, whispering in your ear, "I still love you as much as that day."

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon x reader #leon x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fanfics #leon kennedy fluff #leon kennedy imagines #leon kennedy imagine #is this my apology for writing emptiness? no not really lol

[love-on-mars]

hiii :) id love a smutty mick x reader where y/n is on tour with the boys and they both develop feelings for each other that they can’t hide any more. sorry if it’s not a super great idea to write for but i just looveeee your writing. if you can’t then no worries at all! thank you in advance xx

Hello!!!! I’m so sorry this took so long, been in a slump but I finally finished it! I do hope you like it!

Warnings: SMUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!, AFAB reader, p in v sex, unprotected sex, Motley Crue as a whole is a warning

Mick Mars x Reader (18+)

Stolen Glances

Being one of the makeup artists for the infamous Motley Crue had its ups and downs. On one hand you get to see the world and get payed for it, on the other you have to put up with the antics of the band itself.

They all treated you well, if anything they all loved to flirt and got a bit touchy whilst you did your job, but it was worth it. Especially with a particular guitarist.

Mick was your favorite of the boys, always so sweet and almost a bit shy. He showed patience when you messed up his makeup, and you found you both had a lot in common. It was only natural that you found yourself extremely attracted to him.

However now it was a bit of a problem, the other boys picked up on it quickly and teased you relentlessly about it. Nowadays when you do Micks makeup you end up a blushing mess by the end, and you couldn’t help but steal glances at him when you’re traveling together. You couldn’t tell if he ever saw you or not due to his sunglasses, it made it impossible to see where his eyes were at.

Oh but he knew, and he perfectly ok with it. He thought your quiet personality was a nice change from the typical loud and obnoxious groupies the swarmed him night after night. He loved how soft your touches were when you did his makeup, and how you would unknowingly linger longer than you’d have to while touching him. These little things made his heart melt, he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his lap and smother you with little kisses and get a chance to feel you for a change.

He always stared right back at you, even though you never noticed because of his shades, and smirked when you looked away quickly in fear of being caught. And he glared at the guys when they teased you or got too close, he always takes the chance to smile and thank you whenever you would finish his look or help him out with other backstage work.

Today, he decided to sit next to you on the plane you were flying on to the next destination for the tour. He noticed how you froze up a little and you exchanged small smiles at one another, then you went back to reading the book you had.

You couldn’t shake the feeling of eyes watching you. Mick watched you as you focused on your book, he peeked at the pages a few times to see what it was about. After a while you put down the book after marking your spot and leaned back to rest.

Mick noticed that you started to lean against him, his heart melted seeing your peaceful face. He positioned your head to lean against him so you wouldn’t get sore later, he knew about all the ways to wake up sore, he wanted you to be as comfortable as possible in this hectic environment.

“Awwww Micks in loooveee!” Tommy teased. He flipped the drummer off but didn’t say anything, since he wasn’t entirely wrong. An hour later the plane landed, shaking you from your slumber. You quickly realized you were leaning on Mick, looking up at him you saw a slight smirk on his face, causing a rush of heat to course through you.

After more teasing from the boys and stolen glances from the two of you the band was taken to the hotel they would stay at, as the show was the following day. You all saw Doc talking to the clerk, clearly having a hard time.

“What do you mean there aren’t enough rooms?” Doc berated, “we booked a month ago, and suddenly we have to double people up?!”

After some discussion Doc stood down and walked over. “Well, this damn hotel is short a few rooms. Is anyone willing to share a room?” Nikki and Tommy looked at each other and nodded.

Mick looked at you and spoke up, “I’ll take y/n, if that’s ok…” he murmured off, fearing he may have crossed a boundary. Doc looked at you both, “as long as they’re ok with it.” You nodded, not expecting Mick to speak up like that.

While the boys shared knowing looks you both headed to your room. Mick shit the door behind you and awkwardly turned around to look at you. “Um, you didn’t have to do that y’know…” you said.

“I know, but I did.” He stated as he walked towards you. You both just couldn’t take it anymore, as you pulled eachother in for a hungry and longing kiss.

You suddenly pulled away, realizing what just happened between you two. Feeling your face heat up, you tried to stammer out something to say to him, but he spoke for you.

“You thought you were so sneaky by staring when you thought I wasn’t looking. You little cutie…” he smiled down at you as he cupped your face. The feeling of his calloused fingers brushing your skin made your knees weak, making you want to melt right on the spot.

He backed you both onto the bed laying you down gently, he got on top of you as continued to kiss you sweetly. You kissed him back with much desire and trust, putting your arms around him to pull him closer.

“I wanted to ask you out since you became my makeup artist, but I just couldn’t do it. I’d never hear the end of it from the guys. But I don’t care now, whatever they say doesn’t matter because I’m tired of waiting.” He confessed in between kisses, his hands wandering your body freely. “Unlike the other women I come across you’re actually interested in me, not just because of my fame or any of that shit. You’re genuine…” he smiles down at your blushing form, eyes showing his true feelings for you.

You tried to stammer out a response for him, he chuckled at your embarrassment. He suddenly realized that he may have freaked you out with his forwardness, “Do you wanna take this further? If not it’s ok, I know this is really fast.” He asked, wanting to make sure you were comfortable with him.

You smiled up at him, always the sweetest he was. “Only if you want to.” He smirked and kissed you again with even more hunger and desire than before. His hands trailed to the hem of your shirt, tugging gently on the fabric to lift it up. You raked your arms up to help him out, follows by the rest of your clothes until you were completely bare In front of him.

He stood back and admired your beauty, his erection evident in the leather pants he had on.

“Your turn Mick….” You said as you sat up and tugged at his shirt. Mick hesitantly stripped off his clothes, suddenly feeling a little self conscious about his body. You picked up on his facial expression and reached out to touch his chest, “you’re beautiful, Mick. You have very soft features that are very attractive. You aren’t ugly.”

You words put a lump in his throat, he hadn’t ever been called beautiful. Pushing away his self doubt he kissed you, pushing you back down gently as he traveled down to your wet folds. You blushed at the fact that Micks eyes were staring down hungrily at your heat, taking in your beauty.

Without warning he dove down to lap at your folds, earning a surprised gasp from you. Your hands immediately found his hair as he expertly ate you out, as it was evident he knew what he was doing.

He began to suck in your clit as he slid two fingers into you to warm you up for what’s to come. Your hips bucked up at his assault on your cunt, you could feel him smirking by how easy it was to pleasure you.

Just as you felt your orgasm rise, he pulled away suddenly. You whined out in protest as he stood up, “Not yet baby…don’t worry, it’ll be worth it. I’ll make sure you’re screaming my name by the time I’m done with you.” He smugly says as he pulls your hips forward to meet his cock.

He slowly and gently enters you, getting down on his arms to kiss you as he slowly rocks in and out of you. Your soft sighs and moans let him know that you’re enjoying the way he’s making you feel.

Once you relaxed and got used to him he sped up his pace, hips meeting yours at an almost brutal pace. His sudden change in speed caused you to gasp and whimper out his name as he held your hips in place. The look on his face was desperate, needing to feel more of you.

“I’ve wanted you for months now…god the things you do to me…” he said in between moans and grunts. His pace became erratic and uneven, signaling he’s close just as you began to squirm and writhe underneath him. “Mick…please…I need…” you begged, your orgasm bubbling to the surface once again.

“Cum for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel.” He commanded, just as he says that you reach your peak with a scream of his name. After a few more thrusts you felt Mick release inside of you, filling you to the brim.

Mick’s eyes widened, realizing he didn’t use protection. “Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” You breathed, sensing his panic. He sighed in relief and satisfaction, pulling out of you gently as he collapsed on the bed next to you.

Mick pulled you in to lay on his chest, prompting you to get under the covers and snuggle up with him. “Y’know the guys probably heard us right?” You warned, knowing neither of you would ever hear the end of it. Mick chuckled, “probably, but it’s worth it. I’ve waited long enough to have you, a little teasing won’t hurt us.” Mick smiled as he looked down at you, for once in his life things didn’t seem so bad.

#mick mars #mick mars imagine #mick mars x reader #motley crue #motley crue x reader #1313 #team mick #nikki sixx #tommy lee #vince neil

[daedalusdavinci]

MY Davekat Fic Recs

i read everythign in the davekat tag a couple years back. yeah. everything. the whole bitch. it was a couple of years ago, so that might date this post, but heres a bunch of fics that i thought were so good i put a little note on them in my bookmarks about how hard they went

>Dave: survive three years on this rock

by MadSeason

Growing up on a flying meteor is hard work. You know this from experience. TG: dude what is this piece of shit you just sent me CG: TO PUT IT IN YOUR HUMAN TERMS: CG: IT’S A FUCKING LOVE STORY, DAVE. Well, it's a bit more than that.

this is a meteor fic, and youve read any davekat fics, thats a summary in of itself. however, from what i remember, this particular meteor fic goes really hard bc it does such a good job of building dave and karkats relationships with the other meteor residents and it leans hard into dave and roses friendship which is so important to me, bc guys they are BEST friends and theyre just so ; ; its just important ok. also according to the note i left for myself on this fic it made me cry a lot so thats always good

catch me, keep me

by CurlicueCal (@curlicuecal on tumblr)

Dave drops by the twinkle vermin class transport-ship Calliope to visit Captain Crocker and her crew. He engages Jake for some repair work, bugs his brothers of the corporeal and non-corporeal varieties, and stops in to harass chat with Karkat. Absolutely no flirting ensues.

frankly everything curlicuecal writes goes hard as fuck, so write that one down. read everything. they never miss. they are SO good at handling side characters and dealing w the complexities of homestuck characters, never shying away from the things that make them miserable little assholes. their fics are always so fun + funny and this is a really good one

just two guys being dudes being moirails and smooching a little

by MisPronounce_and_MisAccent

DAVE: yeah id be down DAVE: just two guys being dudes being moirails and smooching a little im not opposed DAVE: if youre cool with that A few options flit across your mind. The first is picking up the couch cushion next to you and screaming into it for a solid minute. The next is just screaming, sans-pillow. The third is, of course, throwing in the towel and flinging yourself off the meteor, because it is abundantly fucking apparent that you possess an inherent incapability to maintain any simple, good relationship without getting your feelings in a bullshit fucking twist. You decide to do none of this.

if you are like me and you really really love fics where they blur the lines between romantic and platonic and flushed and pale, this is the one. this is the fic.

Car Accident Blues

by ode

Dave Strider is good at looking fly, but he sure isn't good at not getting run over!

fuck i remember this one actually. its really short but its SO fucking funny

midnight soliloquy

by apocalypticTaco

If you had the time, you could wax poetic about every inch of him. Well, it’s past midnight. You could spare a few minutes to wax. If someone asked you what was it specifically about Karkat that you fall head over heels over, you honestly could not tell. It's everything.

its short and sweet, really cute fluffpiece. i CANNOT remember this users tumblr un anymore but they were huge in the davekat fandom for a while and they have a really good grasp on dave and karkat as characters which makes all of their davekat fics hit hard. highly recommend checking out their whole page rlly

We've Got Time

by acedavestrider (@acedavestrider on tumblr i think)

He’s very pointedly trying not to smile, trying not to give you the satisfaction of knowing you made him smile, but his eyes completely give him away. They’re far too fond to give any sort of impression other than absolutely smitten, regardless of how hard he’s trying to seem annoyed, and the way he blinks at you - quickly like he’s trying to clear his vision, like he’s trying to figure out if you’re real or if he’s imagining you - is enough to make your heart swoop in your chest.

another REALLY cute sweet one. honestly i think this is one of my favorite davekat fics ever. acedavestrider writes some of the best davekat in general and you should 100% read all of their stuff, because it ALL goes this hard. ofc anyone w a un this good is bound to have a good grasp on the characters so like what more do you even need me to say

Fait Accompli(cation)

by IntelligentAirhead (@dragonomatopoeia on tumblr, but im p sure it was cowritten w someone else? dunno theirs)

In Which a Mutant and an Alien Meander Towards a Quadrant of Indeterminate Identity at a Glacial Pace While Examining the Internalized Toxicity Perpetuated by Their Respective Societies, and The Nature of Friendship is Determined to Be More Universal Than Originally Theorized [Banned In Alternia]

this IS the best davekat fanfiction. this is the one. ive read it multiple times and its good each time. im just going to copy my notes straight from ao3 on this one, i think theyre from a second reread some time after the first

"ok this does slap. this slaps super hard. its a meteorstuck fic wherein karkat and dave both have to question toxic ideas theyve internalized from their own planets and eventually fall in love and get together. no one is delegated to rosemary therapist, all of the charas are beautiful and just as important, and the characterization is so flawless it couldve been written by hussie himself. this TOTALLY holds up, holy shit

"#literally the most beautiful piece of prose known to man"

The Eurydice Suite, v2.0

by callmearcturus (@callmearcturus on tumblr)

Dream-sharing: a highly illegal little industry in which agents delve into people's dreams, and unearth their deepest secrets and memories. Within this business, the Strider-Lalondes are known as the best there is — until Dirk Strider gets his fool-ass trapped within the confines of his own subconscious, with his Auto-Responder playing malicious prison warden. To save him, the best and brightest dreamers in the world will have to form a team. Backed by the token rich friend, lead by the surliest extractor ever bribed out of retirement, haunted by the shade of the latest, greatest agent in the biz, and on the run through a dangerous tiered dream in a hostile mind... It's going to take a miracle to pull this one off.

ive read this one so many times and honestly its still really good. the writing style is fantastic and i have spent many a year trying to capture the same beautiful atmosphere arc does. its a really creative au with really cool ideas about classpects and the characterization in this fic is awesome

Crash Standing

by Asuka Kureru (@asukaskerian on tumblr)

It's been eight days since the end of Sburb and Davesprite is not coping especially well.

ive already listed my favorite davekat fic, but THIS is my favorite homestuck fic period of all time ever the end. this is the best one. this is the ONLY one, as far as im concerned. you dont want to know how many times ive reread this fic ok. i love davesprite/karkat way more than i love dave/karkat (bc you know me w my doomed characters) and the way this author handles the interpersonal relationships between not just karkat and ds but also like ds and all of the OTHER characters is SO. GOOD. davesprite and kanayas relationship in particular lives in my brain rent free at all fucking times oh my god they are so perfect. shes so perfect. i love kanaya so much in this. oh my god and JOHN. the senor strider thing is so fucking funny sldkjfnsdf just. AUGH. its such a good fic just trust me ok just trust me

there are probably more i could recommend but its been so long since i read them im just going to stick to these bc like. man. i do NOT remember some of the bookmarks ive got in there anymore. ask me again when i finally snap and reread homestuck

#davekat #my recs #homestuck fanfiction #homestuck fanfic

[rootvegetableboy]

cm dev log #5 - march 2024

march was mostly a resting month for me, so this dev log is a bit sparser than you may have come to expect. i’ve still got a few things to show off though, simple as they are ^_^

[photo ID: a gif of the player character shooting small orange bullets around a room. the bullets have a short sparking-out animation upon impact. end photo ID.]

to start, i figured out destroy animations. this is a great step forward because now my bullets actually make a little sparky explode upon impact instead of just disappearing… and since i figured out the code for this already, it won’t be too difficult to expand & apply elsewhere, like death animations for enemies. that’s the nice thing about coding: once the code works, i scarcely have to touch it again, and it’s easy to replicate.

actually, it’s kind of funny that i’m saying that, because the next thing i did was rework some amount of previous code for my save/load system.

[photo ID: the in-game menu’s save/load section. it has three available file slots, two of which are in use. end photo ID.]

way back in january i talked a little about building this system; i kind of glossed over the specifics but mentioned i had some issues with integration into the larger in-game menu. this wasn’t intentionally misleading, but i realized recently i’d left a lot unfinished in this regard… i hadn’t actually coded a way for the save file to be labelled by the room the file was created in, (the “Wicker - Neighborhood” in the respective january screenshot was just a placeholder) and i ran into a bunch of unexpected issues when i tried to create multiple save files. one of the funnier ones was that every file’s name would change to reflect the most recent one created, even though the files themselves were still distinct in every other way. it was a fun example of how sometimes what the problem looks like is very different from what the problem actually is: it looked like every save file was getting overwritten by the most recent save, but the only thing that was actually being overwritten was the displayed text.

after i fixed all the issues i could find and the save/load menu was working exactly as intended, i turned to my partner to express great relief at being finished with this particular system! and then halfway through my next sentence i realized that there is currently no way to access save files from the start menu, and you can only access them when you’re already in-game… so, still more work to do actually…

[photo ID: the first screenshot shows the inventory holding only the item “Parchment” with the options “BACK”, “USE”, “LOOK”, and “DISCARD”. “LOOK” is highlighted. the second screenshot shows the same inventory, no options visible after “LOOK” was selected, and there is now a textbox that displays “> It’s a little drawing of a ladybug playing the flute.” end photo ID.]

another change i made to the in-game menu was to the inventory. previously, item descriptions were displayed in small text above the inventory window and were not optional to view. the description was always there (provided you had at least one item) and would change respective to the item currently selected. i realized pretty quickly that this would get hard to read if the menu was opened against a light background… so now, the “LOOK” item option will provide extra info via regular textbox for those who desire it. (i’m planning on displaying the player’s HP in a different way for the same reason). i also think something as small as item descriptions are only really sought out by players who enjoy reading in games, so it’s not something i need displayed at all times. this way of handling the text also lets me write longer, multiple-page descriptions if i so desire :-)

aside from this, i made a few small adjustments to combat. the gameplay is still pretty easy at the moment, but the few adjustments i made will let things ramp up in difficulty nicely once i let the enemies also have bullets.

well, looks like that’s it for march. i hope you have a good april! i’ll see you all on may day ^_^

#cmdev #indie dev #gamedev #gamemaker

[lilyrizzy]

First off, I want to say that in that iron ground is an amazing fic I can't believe you're out here writing this for free for all of us to read! Second, I just wanted to talk about the one scene that I keep thinking about which was when Max and Daniel were in the cab after Daniel was a jerk and Max smiles back and holds his hand - Did Daniel truly realize how much of a jerk he was being? What was he thinking? I know Daniel was wondering if "one afternoon is enough to unravel years of hard work" but I just want to know more!! How did Max deal with a mean Daniel? I understand his circumstances are terrible rn but I honestly don't think I would be as emotionally strong and capable as Max while Daniel was being like this! Was Michael like ???? I also loved the scene where Daniel and Max talk about marriage and forever ... everything about this fic was 1000000/10

thank you so much, i am so glad you enjoyed it. it is probably the thing i am most proud of ever writing so asks like this honestly make me giddy! Answers under the cut<3

cw: mentions of max's relationship with his father and the way i percieve that. please don't read if you won't like that.

i think, max's ability to deal with daniel's meaness is due to the way i see max as a character, which is to say he's somebody who is very resilient and capable of incredible compartmentalisation. like not to get too deep into like controversial subjects, but he's well practiced in forgiving or overlooking questionable behaviour from people he loves (j*s).

so i think in this particular situation, where daniel is having the worst day of his life, he would be able to recognise that as the reason for his beahviour and forgive him quickly. Daniel is his man, you know, why wouldn't he be forgiving of him? in a sadder way, i think max is quick to take responsibility (and even blame) for other peoples emotions (see: 'it cost a marriage' about his first championship) so i also don't think its that much of a reach to think that he would like, offer himself up to be a place where daniel can put this irrational anger. but remember, max does call daniel out in the previous scene by telling daniel bluntly 'you are being an asshole,' so hes also not totally self sacrificing. and in the cab, when daniel reaches for him, this is enough in max's eyes, like he takes it as a 'sorry,' because he knows daniel doesn't totally have the capacity for an apology right now, when he feels like hes been so wronged (not by max, but by the the loss of his father) and everything is so unfair. he's just shocked because he was thinking maybe he'd have to deal with daniels anger a little longer, but he's happy he doesn't.

basically, i think in a way his trauma has made him kinda emotionally mature in some ways.

& because i'm a romantic at heart lol, also this fic, they love each other a lot and have been together for a long time too, so max is also thinking 'if daniel is feeling these emotions, id rather him share it with me than go through it alone,' so if he's gotta be the person daniel gets mad at to do it, so be it. if that makes sense (not claiming any of this dynamic is healthy, but then emotional responses after grief rarely are and the whole point of the fic is to explore that lol so pls dont come for me in my ask box lol).

then onto daniel, and "one afternoon is enough to unravel years of hard work". For starters, this phrasing is pretty uncharitable to max, but on purpose bc as discussed, daniel is going through itTM rn. but i think this is fundemental to the thought process daniel has throughout the fic where he is has seen himself as the protector, the person who reshaped a lot of the things his father had taught max about what it was to be a man, to be gay, to be a race car driver, he's tried to get max to a healthy place, where is doesn't feel the blame and guilt and shame that his childhood left him with, but more than anything, he's trying to be a safe place for max. somewhere where he never questions that he's loved, and never experiences the pain he did as a child, that results from anger. but now *he* is the person causing this pain and he's worried that max is going to lose faith/trust in him for that.

while like i said, max rn is just like, "daniel just found out his dad died, of course he is going to be angry, but it is okay because he touched me nicely so i know things are fine now."

michael is just like, eyes forward, nothing is happening, lah lah lah lol, like he is not interested in getting involved in the ins and outs of their relationship.

#thank you for this #i worry i didn't articulate this well but i hope it answers your questions #feel free to send me another ask or dm if not #in that iron ground #cw child abuse #<just to be safe #ask me things

[rusteddreamsstories]

Stitches

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[Image ID: Illustration for the story below. A photograph of pale military-green cloth.  A spool of black thread and a threaded needle rest atop it. The word “Stitches” is at bottom in black Flat Earth Scribe font. / End Image ID.]  Short Story Sci-Fi / Post-Apocalyptic Based on a dream a relative related to me of viewing a world that had gone disaster so hard that even common commodities such as ink and paper were in short supply.  He saw a hawkish teacher looming over a child, instructing the boy as he sewed mathematical sums into a tough green cloth.  Done in January, 2020.

Stitches

Little Prescott Williams pricked his finger – again.  Why was the number eight so difficult to sew?  It should have been one of easiest, in his opinion, due to the combination of straight backstitches involved.   “This cloth is too tough! Why does this have to be done on an old duffle-bag?”

“Because it needs to last,” responded Mr. Hopewell.  “You will need a handy reference until these equations are committed to your memory.”

The boy already had to rip up stitches from failed answers when Mr. Hopewell shook his head and made that “tsk-tsk” sound through his chapped lips.  This had been the best way the teacher found to get his students to learn – better for the memory than simple drawing upon the ground with a stick. He sometimes employed a slate and chalk in his lessons, but chalk was precious, nearly as much so as ink and paper. Somehow the threads of old clothing were just plentiful enough to afford lasting lessons.  

He’d had to trade a lot of squirrels to get that weatherproof scrap of fabric that his young charge was busily trying to feed a needle through.  He’d had to trade ten good coyote-pelts to get the set of steel needles – but they would serve well, not only for this task, but for sewing up leather, clothing…saddles…better than the cheaper ones crafted from bone. That, and he didn’t like to think what bones those models had been made from – moreover whose bones.

“After you finish your addition tables in the black thread, I shall start you on the multiplication tables in the white thread,” Hopewell said, standing behind the boy on the worn wooden bench.  

“At this rate, the white stitches will be red stitches!” the boy complained.  Already there were tiny bloodstains upon the duffle-bag fabric from the eleven-year-old child’s misaimed stitches.  

“Either learn from it or develop calluses,” his teacher intoned.  “The fabric may be heavy, but it is lighter than skin.”

“It isn’t lighter than MY skin” Prescott complained.  

“If you want to gain an education that will force your betters to respect you, this is the price you must pay. I am afraid that this is the world you have been given.”  

“Hmm-hmm,” the boy said. “I wish I could write with light, like the people in the old days did.”  

“One day, you may write with ink and paper,” the teacher answered.  “Keep at it, and you may rise to status.  Slack off and you’ll be condemned to the life of a scavenger.”

Spencer Hopewell sighed. Education didn’t actually make much of a difference, all-told.  He was a teacher, yet survived the same way Prescott’s parents did – through hunting and trapping, trading with the caravans that braved the wasteland and scavenging what a previous society had left behind.  He remembered paper – its smell and its feel.  He even remembered the tablets where one could hit a few plastic keys and write with photons and code… and how easy it was made for people who knew little to nothing of the codes behind the letters and the numbers. Hopewell spoke and wrote in a few languages – including HTML… a long ago, faraway skill that was useless now; and his knowledge of that particular code was a matter of studying a dead language for his own entertainment.  At least the Spanish was still useful, along with his primary English. Of course, the language of mathematics was universal.

He taught the living children and grandchildren of the survivors of his generation more out of passion to keep intelligence alive than out of it affording him a good living. Some of the parents of his wealthier clients were the reason, however, why he’d gotten to taste beef, milk and cheese every once in a while.  It was enough – for now.  

He peered over his pupil’s work – another equation.  “No,” he said.  “That is wrong.  Remember the lessons in the sand.”  

Hopewell took the trimmed-down tree-branch (a rarity that he was lucky to have) that rested against a wall of the shack and drew in the dirt at the boy’s feet – two straight lines, a plus sign and two other straight lines, followed by an equation-sign.  He pointed to each straight line in turn.

“Remember.  One…”

“Two,” Prescott said as the man rested his stick over the other lines. “Three… Four!”

“Yes. And you do remember the symbol for Four.” “Silly me,” the boy said to himself with a small giggle.  “I don’t know why I was stitching a five! I must have zoned out there!”  He took his needle and started loosening the errant threads.  

“There was a time in my childhood when the Leaders tried to make the populace believe that two-plus-two-equaled five, or, at the very least, other falsehoods that were just as grave.”  

“Why would they do that?” Prescott asked.  He knew, vaguely, that the fabled “Leaders” of The World Before were the ones responsible for the world that he knew.  The World Before was, according to the legends, a world of plenty – a world where people read books, a world with many trees and a world where people didn’t have to worry about their teeth falling out if they wandered into certain “zones.”

“They wished to control people,” Hopewell said simply.  “Getting people to repeat the lies by-wrote was a way to assess loyalty. Those that ignored what was right in front of their faces to repeat the words they were given had their place within the tribe.  Those that continued to speak the truth had to pay a terrible price for their refusal to be controlled.  This is why you must learn to think critically, my young friend.  What I wish for you is what I wish for all my students – to keep the truth no matter what.”

“I think it would be dumb of me to lie all the time.  Playing pretend is one thing, but…”

“You must care for the truth enough to be willing to die for it, if need be.”  

“You didn’t die for it.”

“I was only a child, younger than you, in The World Before,” the teacher answered.  “My voice meant nothing.  It was my parents that suffered for the truth.  I have only survived thus far by luck.  Tell me, child, do you know anyone else as old as I am?”

“No, Mr. Hopewell.”  

“You probably never will,” he replied.  

The elderly man continued his hawkish glare over his student.  The dust in the shack made him cough.  He often held his lessons in outbuildings like this one – a shed adjacent to a barn.  Enough sunlight came through the slats the walls were composed of to make for easy reading and writing on the dirt-floor and for the sewing-work on guides that were meant to last.  The shed kept the wind out as well as the threat of sunburn. Lessons outside were few and far-between given the blighted landscape – a hot flat in the summer and blistering tundra in the winter.  The winters had a later onset than they’d had in Hopewell’s childhood, but had grown more brutal given the lack of windbreaks that the forests used to provide.  One considered oneself lucky to even find a grove of trees anymore – hence why paper had become a commodity used only by the upper classes.  

People tried their best to scrape out a living from the land.  It was, on a basic level, better for one to know how to work a hand-plow and a donkey than it was to learn mathematics tables, but both the Williams Family and Spencer Hopewell knew that education was the key to young Prescott possibly getting a future career within one of the remaining cities.  Basic addition and subtraction were, of course, in use among the countryside for trading purposes – except for those places that insisted that two-plus-two equaled five.  More advanced lessons would hopefully bring the child to impress his betters enough to be granted access to more than an old scavenger’s knowledge of the world and to a longer life than the rest of his family would be living.  

The Williamses decided that Prescott was the smartest among their remaining brood of ten births, with five-survivors past the age of three.  He was also the eldest among the living.  Hopewell was, thus far, concentrating his lesson-plan upon the boy.  The others, perhaps, in time, would benefit.  Given the increase in his cough, the teacher wondered if the boy would be teaching his siblings in his stead soon enough.  He would be lucky to live long enough to train up the youngest, and, of course, that depended upon what resources the Williams clan was able to share to keep a mentor in their employ.

After the lesson in numbers for the day, Spencer Hopewell had a treat for Prescott:  A book for the boy to read – an honest-to-God paper-book he’d managed to find in his travels. It was not a short-story sewn into a cloth scrap, some by-memory thing written upon the earth, something inscribed hastily in a heavy clay tablet or a tale told orally, but a rare piece that he’d come upon by chance that someone of a higher station hadn’t managed to snatch up. It was possibly too advanced for the child’s reading-level thus far with his work with scripts written in dust, but nothing was “too advanced” in this age, especially for someone who needed to learn quickly and with any scrawl of letters one could come by.  The piece was fiction – a long-ago, faraway tale of mythical races and a little man given the task to destroy a piece of jewelry endowed with the power of an evil entity.  Hopewell did not know how well the story would sit with his charge, given that the blighted lands that were ruled by Evil did not bear too dissimilar a description from the world of everyday life that the boy had lived in since his birth.

“Mom and Dad say that if I do really well, that maybe I’ll get to be rich someday,” Prescott said.  “You know a lot, but you aren’t rich.  Why should I even want to be rich? My family grows and hunts enough to keep ourselves alive. I’d rather be chasing rabbits with Sparks than doing this, or tanning hides with Dad.  Ow!”

“Watch yourself,” Hopewell cautioned.  “You want your food to be reliable, don’t you?” he added.  “You don’t like the days when you have to go without.”

“I don’t like it when Sally cries,” Prescott said with a nod.  “She cries at night if we don’t have supper.  It’s annoying – I can’t sleep.”  

“Now, now, she is little,” said Hopewell, “still a baby – not a little baby, but still new.”

“Yeah,” Prescott sighed, taking up some white thread and starting on the multiplication tables he was supposed to memorize. One-times-one equaled one – so the first part would be the easiest to sew…    

The boy paused and gave his mentor a quizzical look.  “Mom and Dad say that the Leaders used to be called the Big Babies.  Why is that?”

“Hmmm,” Hopewell muttered as he paced about the shed and scratched his thin beard.  “The Leaders in The World Before fought with each other – a lot like you do with your little brother and sisters.  They also wanted everything for themselves and didn’t like it when people disagreed with them.  They were unable to handle facts and so suppressed them.”

“And they eventually made the world like it is because of the lies and the fighting?” Prescott said.

Hopewell nodded.  “A child’s tantrums are a normal part of the development of a young person – so you should not fault your youngest sister for crying when she doesn’t get enough food or when you take a dangerous thing that she thinks is a toy away from her.  I will not fault you if you become frustrated and stamp your feet and yell.  Some of your upcoming lessons are going to be quite difficult, so I expect it.  However, with adults… things are supposed to be different.”

“Adults are supposed to act like ‘dults.” Prescott hummed.

“Yes, but they often act like dolts,” the teacher intoned.  “Do not be too quick to trust someone just because they are an adult. You trust me because I have earned your trust, have I not?”

“You’re the most boring guy I know,” Prescott agreed.  “I don’t think you’re gonna blow up nothin’.”  

“Good, good,” Hopewell laughed.  “We started calling the old leaders the Leaders rather than the Big Babies after a while… when babies started becoming extra-precious.”  

Prescott winced a little as he tried to concentrate on his sewing.  His father had been stoic whenever he’d had to dig a tiny grave out on the edge of the family’s land but his mother had cried a lot every time one of the little ones didn’t make it. All of the graves had names on the markers.  When Prescott had been among the neighbors some space down the road, he’d learned that some folk had stopped naming their children until they’d turned two because it wasn’t expected that most of them would survive that long.  People were starting to grow un-attached to youth until youths proved their strength.

Life was going to be better for him, Prescott decided.  Maybe he would rather be chasing down rabbits with the family dog or helping his father with leathers because he found these things far more interesting than schooling, but if he could go to one of the cities and get a job where he could use paper, any children he had would have enough food and good shelter.  They would be warm and would get clothes woven from new cloth rather than cobbled together from remains.  Prescott’s mother was good at weaving, but she had to do a lot of gathering and scavenging to make the blankets she made and his father had yet to find a good stock of un-diseased sheep to raise wool from – he was trying, though.  

“If you are able to impress people with your literacy,” Hopewell said, taking a seat on the bench next to him to rest his aching knees, “You may very well get to a position where you can do what you want all the time.”

“Like the rich people do?” the boy asked.  “Like I said, I don’t really care unless I can keep any kids I have from cryin’ all the time.  I hear tell that if you’re rich and you get to use paper and stuff, you can get any kind of girl you want.”  

“You can get more than one,” Hopewell said.  “The world needs children, so if you can support more than one wife, you’ll be given that.”

“The rich people were like that before, though, weren’t they?” Prescott asked.  “Back when everyone had lots of stuff?  The Big Babies?”

“Yes, but they tried to hide it,” Hopewell said with a smirk.  “That was part of the problem, I suppose.  The Leaders thought they could do whatever they wanted because they had all of the paper they could ever hope for and could keep it locked away from everyone else. If I remember correctly, the most important paper was green then.”  

“Didn’t they wonder what God would think?” the child asked.  “Mom and Dad say we’re supposed to share - and that I’m supposed to share with the family even when I don’t want to ‘cause God is watching.”  

“You are still young, so I will forgive you,” Hopewell said with a rueful smile.  “Your parents are sincere when they talk of a belief in the higher laws of Heaven,” he said.  “I know them well enough to know that, but you should know one hard truth – if there is one thing I can leave you aside from reading and simple math, it is this:  Don’t trust people who talk about God too much.  Like the rest of us and like human beings since time immemorial, they worship money.  Some of the ones who crow the most about God are the ones that worship coin and paper the most.”  

“That’s stupid,” Prescott groused.  “I got to hold a copper coin in my hand once and it didn’t have any powers.”

“That is because you gave little thought to spending or hoarding it,” Hopewell responded.  “You will know the power of such things after your first trip into the city.  Also, if you catch the attention of your betters and they let you have an in-road to becoming one of them, you’ll receive some of your own worship.”

“I don’t wanna be worshipped.”  

“On some level, we all worship the rich, hoping that good fortune will fall down to us.  We pray for their generosity… or their business, whether they give it or withhold it.”

“And you’re supposed to nod and smile when they lie to you?”

“Maybe in the old world, but not now… not anymore – Remember, boy, what I told you about the truth. Don’t ever compromise it – and be willing to die for it if need be.  The world isn’t as it was, but it can always get worse.”  

“Hmmm,” Prescott said.  He bit his lip as he poked a needle through the tough fabric he was working, hoping that this memory-scrap would be worth the time, trouble and pricked fingers.  

“What if I don’t make it, Mr. Hopewell?” the child asked.  “In getting the right peoples’ attention and getting rich, I mean?  You never got rich… will I just wind up like you, teaching people and hoping?”

“There is nothing wrong with that, boy,” the teacher answered.  “Giving you an inroad to becoming wealthy is but a secondary goal of mine.  My first goal is far more important.”

“And what is that, Mr. Hopewell?”  

“To make Amu-Iqua smart again.”  

#original writing #short story #post-apocalyptic #I know that the specific kinds of scarcities do not make sense #ink is fairly easy to make from almost any material #however I had to adhere to the rules of the dream-prompt

[treeprince]

hello! ok 1. i love your writing <3 found you from ao3. amazing work *round of applause* 2. i wanted to know how you recommend finding fics / fic recs or promoting your own work? i have heard a lot of ppl say that tumblr doesn’t rly discuss fanworks like they used to and most of that discussion (esp with writing) has moved to discord but i feel like from an outside perspective its hard to stumble upon unless you have friends in the server? idk just wanted to get your thoughts :) have a lovely day!

ive been sitting here on this one all day like,

are... are you in the right place??? did u click on the right blog for this ask??? thank you?????? made my day and also got me v confused

but to answer your questions, ill do it in 2 parts: one for fic recs and the other for fic promos.

theres a couple different ways i look for fics, and im sure both of these are the most common, but the first is using ao3's filter system. i can pare down any particular thing im looking for in a fic with the filter system ao3 runs on, and the tag wranglers (bless them) have made sure that even the vaguely worded tags end up where they need to be under the larger umbrella tag its associated with. you can also peruse the bookmarks of authors on ao3 in their profile and filter those fics down to specific fandoms or pairings or even timeframes it was written!

the second is a combination of using friends recommendations- publically or in private servers- and fic recs on tumblr, usually thru the ship tag (if im following the tag, and if the author chose to promote their fic on tumblr, or a fic rec blog promotes it as some fandoms do)

it also depends on how large the fandom is when you come into it, and what specifically you are looking for, but if you have friends in that fandom who keep bookmarks of their fav fics or know of ones youd enjoy, id recommend going to them if the tag system isnt providing quite what you're after, as id trust a friend over anything else (word of mouth literally is the best promo)

there are also sometimes fic rec blogs, who's entire modus operandi is promoting works at large, so following a few of those (if there are any) can help bring new content to your door as well

as for promoting your own work, you really kind of have the world before you. make a link post on tumblr with a similar tagline to the summary and tag it accordingly. share the link in discord with friends or in fandom spaces. share the link on twitter and tag it so it gets seen. ao3 is not a social media website, so as long as you are the most recent post in the tag, youll always be at the top. theres no algorithms there like there are on other socmed platforms, so really the choice is up to you how and where you want to promote it! reblog the link as many times as you want! its up to you!

and youre not entirely wrong that discussion of fanworks doesn't take place on tumblr anymore, but it really depends on the fandom youre in. i follow several authors and fic rec blogs for one fandom who do regular fic promos of other writers works and gush about them, but in the way that youll see a blurb in the jacket cover of a book. its really just to keep the content coming back to the top here, and helps bring to the surface fics that didnt get a lot of readers in the first run, perhaps bc its an older work or a lesser known pairing.

discussion about fandom works themselves has turned private namely for the sake of reducing drama and hurt feelings in public spaces, and i dont blame them. ive been in ficbook clubs on private servers that were some of the best times ive ever had bc we were allowed to talk freely about an authors work without airing our opinions out for all the world to see, and frankly i much prefer that style of discussion over public ones, but thats me and i cant speak for everyone.

theres also just been a steady shift away from author engagement on socmed bc of how easy it is for them to get hit by negativity there. the culture just isnt the same as it used to be for fic writers as it was in the last decade. hell, in the last year alone, youd be hard pressed to find an author who hasnt experienced some kind of harassment over the course of their career on socmed, if we're being honest. my honest advice to you is: if youre following an author you like, and u want to know more about how they use their creative process, ask them! they may not all answer these days, but it doesnt hurt to try! just be polite, thats all anyone can hope for.

i hope this helps you anon, and thank you for the kind words! if you have more questions or are just looking to get recs, feel free to hmu!

#long answers for long questions im afraid whups #im maybe not the best person to answer these questions either but im also insane about how i browse for fics #catch me in the ao3 filters digging for specific timeline of fics from april 2013 to november 2014 #also curious how you found me thru ao3 lol #and which fic it was that brought u to my door #hope u have a lovely day anon

[rafesmuse]

alright i’ll be sure to drop some hcs whenever i can, but always let me know if you need a pick me up too! the movie one is so strong in my head i’d probably drop a small blurb in the inbox 😂

literally, my music library is all over the place. i’d have kpop, songs from the 2000s, movie soundtracks and even classical ones! but i’m always open to listening to new genres :) i’m doing okay so far, just woke up and first thing i did was check your page hehehe. is there any particular reason you’re not looking forward to your birthday? (no need to share if it’s too personal) besides that, i hope you are feeling somewhat refreshed and motivated to continue studying (WITH BREAKS IN BETWEEN!! AND WATER!!). just think that when your exams finish, your free and stranger things vol.2 will be out to reward you of your hard efforts 😊

also yes, i literally devoured the eddie fic and i am swooning. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WAS ROLLING AROUND SQUEALING INTO MY PILLOWS AHHHHHHH HE’S SO SOFT I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 🥺❤️ YOUR WRITING MAKES ME MELT BECAUSE HE IS SOFT BOI 🥹 but yes, i can tell it was a wee bit rushed. please take this feedback as constructive criticism, and not as an insult, but i think pacing is key for really intimate moments like this (especially if it’s the readers first). even if it means writing a lot more to build up to the climax (👀), it should be relevant to the experience being told. usually my go to is the five senses; expanding on them for the reader to feel the story. for an example, emphasise how much Eddie has been crushing on reader - would his touch be more gentle, but restraint due to his longing? what other sounds were being made in the room? by writing more upon the five senses, it creates tension and anticipation between the characters, and furthermore to the reader. idk if my feedback makes any sense/helps at all, but this is my penny for thought. i still enjoyed this fic regardless and hopeful to read more in the future :)) - 🌙

i’m so so sorry for my late reply!!! ): and please please i’m begging you give me some more hcs because my exam is in less than 2 days 😵‍💫

it’s so so cute that the first thing you did was checking my page 🥹 now i feel even worse for responding so late AAAH </3 oh and to answer your question about my bday, i just HATE having all the attention on me ☹️ i just feel like i don’t deserve it you know, all the love, attention and presents and id much rather give it all to someone else, that’s why i always look forward to other people’s birthdays lmao 😭 yes volume 2 will be out on the exact day that i have my last exam so i’m really looking forward to it!! i’m also thinking about rewatching everything because i don’t remember anything from season 1 and 2

thank you so much for the feedback, im glad you enjoyed it at least a bit though 😵‍💫 i 100% know everything i did wrong, i was too stressed with school and more focused on finishing the fic than actually writing it and the stress made it worse, so ive decided to take a break from writing because i makes me so sad that my fics are getting worse because of everything ): i should just take the time again to write it without all the pressure, but i’ll def keep everything you’ve said in mind!! im usually really bad with criticism like really bad but in the end, i really do appreciate it and im so thankful that you at least gave some compliments as well 😭💞💓💗

#♡ — love letters. #🌙 anon

[theotheradversary]

Right. Did you know it's fucking hard to find scans of the various writ that haven't been toyed with?

I mean Geomantica Exorcismi is a bitch and a half to find a copy of that's not either a biased translation or a series of black and white images that are so screwy that you'd think it was splattered with blood. It's always the same copy that's so washed out even the most basic of writing (even the item ids and certifications in a modern language) are nearly incomprehensible.

And we're not even dealing with the original sources (if they're even in existence anymore).

Again. It's like "copies" were made in the infancy of technologies that could record them... photography, "digitisation"/scanning etc. it's all profusely, ridiculously pathetic attempts to create facsimiles of them. Don't get me going about the interpretations.... All of the work that's studied the various "studies" and "translations" have pretty much said "yup! They're full of inaccuracies and out right fabrications compared to the original sources and what we know of the time period is suppose to be written in".... But.... THAT'S ALL THE INFO THESE RETROSPECTIVES ANALYSIS' GIVE! Fuck!

Ok. I'll just have to work with what i can find with the bullshit that comes along with that particular writ. Then attempt to piece the accurate, falsehoods, inaccuracies and other shenanigans together. Mainly because even those other bits of "useless" info is quite useful. I mean there's a lot of stuff to understand about Islamic/Kabbalah/Greek/etc magics alongside what is purported to be writings, records, of the original manuscripts and writings of King Solomon, his scribes, his sons etc.

..... Actually ... Yes.

Sigh.... It's all fun. But certain frustration should be expected. Such writings pre king James Bible aren't exactly easy to find out, even figure out, if it was something from then/before or is it the musings of a 1700s unnamed scholar? Still interesting. But.... I wanna know stuff about the entities that were in older Judeo-Christian beliefs. Maybe I'm getting stuck on the magic side of things, but the two are really.... Sigh. Yeah. I should just be looking for old Bibles and i got sidetracked by the allure of King Solomon stuff, right?

Damnit.

I just like magic, frankly. I should have expected that it to be so... diluted, yeah? Silly me. Back to Bible school for me i think. They're bound to be around somewhere on this internet's.

Anyways... Peeps! Tell me things! Refer me to things! Please? I want fun spoon fed to me atm... I'm.... Disenchanted. Boost me back up! I get a few likes... But no one talking to me. So...

SPEAK! I COMMAND YOU!

Heheheh 💚😸

#Demonology #Lucifer #Magic #magick #Lilith #The Morningstar #Devil #Satan #demonology #love me some sex magic! #lucy #annoying the ghost fans again #Ghost #the band ghost #papa emeritus lineage

[wajjs]

15, 23, 29 and 38 for the ask game!

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

I think HERE BE GIANTS is the best fic for this purpose, because it's the one with a story that easily lends itself to different interpretations through different media. Plus it's high fantasy and I love that sooo much

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

Replied to here!

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I don't think I ever felt the need to add anything to a fic written by someone else. I also don't read a lot of fics, so that's probably why?

38. Talk about a review that made your day.

There's this review that really helped me out when I almost quit writing one of my fics. Prole Divina took a lot out of me while writing and the third chapter was just... a struggle.

I lost the file many times, couldn't get it back through temporary files either, so I had to restart it over and over and at one point I just didn't feel like it was worth all the effort and worrying when it didn't feel like others enjoyed it at all. Around that time I got this comment (transcript under read more) that made me pick it up again:

I still think about this comment on a nearly daily basis because it really helped me get out of my head.

image id: the two pictures are a screenshot cut in half of an ao3 comment by Eliana_debrey. The comment reads:

Hello!

First of all, I have to say that I'm angry this fic particular fic doesn't get more comments and kudos, it upsets me. You do a marvelous job and the first chapter 20 000 words, like wow this is a monster chapter. You have talent and you need to know that.

As for the story, let me tell you, I adore it. I love Jason, he is incredible, sweet and kind. Warmhearted and such a good man. I love him so much. The fact that he keeps calm when the old woman talks to him and that he even feels bad because from what I gathered she is alone now, the boy is adorable. He is such a good big brother, I can't tell you how much the scene with the horse made me smile. It was soft and calming and really small Damian being in his big brother's arms was such a cute image. Jason breaks my little heart. The beginning of the story when he says he doesn't care, he lost everything already, fiou this was hard. And when you keep reading and see that people love him, want to get close to him really Jason is baby. I loved when he decided to save Damian instead of saving his revenge plans like he saw shivering Damian and thought fuck it, I'm saving the baby in the tent. Jason is the absolute best.

I love Damian and the second chapter makes so much sense and gives us a little glimpse at Damian's motivations and it's so cool. I love him, he is so small and so ready to protect his big brother. The fact that he is ready to cut a bitch (Slade is the bitch) makes me love him so much more. And the line “why father doesn't want to talk about you” (or something like that) is so interesting too because Jason and Damian don't understand the same thing when the talk/hear it, it's such a good angsty line.

As for Salde, I love him, we don't see him all that much, but he is so cool and Like the way he is grounding when Jason is having the sort of panic attack. I like him so much.

Thank you so much for sharing your hard work, I hope you're going to get more attention because you deserve it!!!!!

Have a nice day!

PS: I love all your SladeJay fic they are just so good (they hit all the good spots eheheh)

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#blob talks #anonblob

[newsiesarchive]

FF.Net Back Up: Our Dream Now by Mystic83

Originally published Sept. 10, 1999. Mush gives up his life as a newsie and gets a 'real job' with a real rich family.Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 9,688 - Reviews: 17 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 1 - Published: Sep 10, 1999 - id: 7337

Our Dream Now

Mush stood in the Lodging House doorway and watched his friends leave the building. They were all heading off to their jobs. Not the usual newspaper jobs, but their real jobs. For instance, Blink worked at The Sun as a photographer and Jack was a journalist there. But, him, he was still just a newsboy.

"Well, not today," Mush called out to no one in particular.

In return for his morning wake-up call, he got a bunch of angry neighbors yelling down at him. But he didn't let that bother him. He had finally decided it was time to give up the easy but hard life of being a newsie.

"The first step," he mumbled, continuing to speak to himself, "is to actually find out where I can get a job and if I want a job there. I should go talk to Medda. She's the one who helped Skittery find that piano teacher job. Maybe she can find a job for me."

By the time he had decided that he definitely had to talk with Medda, he was at the Distribution Center. Buying half of his usual number of papes, he started to make his way down the street and to Irving Hall. He sold his last paper right outside the front entrance.

Looking up at the detailed sign of Medda, he whispered to himself, "Wow. You'd think that after the whole strike business we'd be allowed to enter through the front. Oh well!" He made his way into the alley and through the back door.

The backstage of Irving Hall never failed to amaze him. Each time he visited, it seemed to get larger and larger and the clothes lying around got grander and grander. There were about twenty dressing rooms back there, one for each singer. Medda's was the largest because she was the star and she owned the joint. It was the closest to the back door, too, so that the newsies didn't have to walk very far to find her when they chose to visit.

Knocking softly on her door, Mush left himself in. He saw Medda in the corner by a mirror, trying a new dress on.

"You look great, Medda," Mush said.

"Thank you, Mush." Medda disappeared behind a screen. But a few minutes later, she reappeared in her regular clothes. "What can I do for ya, kid?" "Well, this morning I was watching the guys leave the lodging house and I couldn't help but notice that they were all off to their new jobs. Me, I'm still a newsboy. Anyway, I decided it was high time that I got a real job, too. And that's when I remembered how you helped get Skittery a job. I thought maybe you could help me decide what to do." "Well, we'll have to examine your assets. You can read. Not a lot of kids out there can do that, you know? You're strong. Years of carrying papers'll do that. I'm thinking, Mush. It's just so hard. I don't want to steer you down the wrong path."

"I understand, Medda. Just tell me what you think I'd like to do the most and then I'll decide if I like it or not."

"Well, there is... oh no, you wouldn't want to do that," Medda mumbled.

"Tell me. You know I'm willing to give anything a chance."

"Well, an old friend of mine has this sister. Anyway, her sister's family is looking for a guy to do odd jobs around their house. I figure they'd like you. I mean, you can handle a lot of different things and you ain't so bad on the eyes, kid."

"That sounds perfect, Medda. Where do they live?"

"That's the thing. They're not exactly the kind of people who live in this part of the city. They live more uptown."

"So, you're telling me they're rich? I can handle that, Medda," Mush said.

"Well... I'm trying to tell you that they're really really rich. Like their family is set for another three generations. But you can handle that, right? Tell you what. I'll write their address down on a paper. Then, I'll call my friend and tell them I'm going to send you over to her sister's house tomorrow morning to interview for the job."

"Thanks Medda. You're the best," Mush said as he got up from his seat.

"Good luck to you, kid!" she called as he walked out of her dressing room.

The next day, Mush got up an hour earlier than Kloppman usually shuffled upstairs to wake the mass of them up. He took out the clothes that Medda had sent over for him to wear for the interview. They were brand new and smelled like a high-class department store. After taking a quick shower and getting dressed, he said goodbye to Kloppman and started the long walk across town.

About an hour later, he arrived at the Summers' house. Actually, it was better classified as a mansion. From the outside, it was visible that the estate was comprised of ten acres, a four-story house, two barns, stables and a gazebo. Mush began to get nervous. Why would a rich family want to hire him, an ex-newsie?

As he went through the front gate and neared the front door, it swung open. Standing there was a lovely lady. She looked to be about thrity-five and was definitely one of the prettiest women Mush had ever seen.

"Hello, you must be Shawn. Nina, that's my sister, told me you were going to stop by today so we could have a little chat. I'm Gabrielle Summers. Do come in," the pretty lady said.

"Wow, no one's really called me by my first name in years, Ms. Summers," he replied.

"You can call me Gabrielle. And what, might I ask, do people call you?"

"Mush. You see, I used to be a newsboy and we all sorta have weird nicknames. I don't even remember how mine came about. It just did and I was stuck with it."

"Oh, well, then we'll just have everyone call you Mush."

"It sounds like I've already been hired. Medda told me I'd have to come over here for an interview." "Well, yes, I did tell Ms. Larkson that I'd have to interview you. But I can already tell you're who I want for the job."

"Excuse my fowardness, ma'am. But what exactly is my job?"

"Oh! Well, you're going to be kind of like our groundskeeper slash butler. You'll be doing odd jobs that come up. For now, though, let's just get you acquainted with the grounds and the people."

Gabrielle took him around the grounds and introduced him to all the other workers. There was Kim the horse trainer, Daisy the maid, and Hugo the cook. Sydney the gardener was on personal leave that day so she told Mush he'd have to meet her some other day.

"We don't have a large staff but the staff we do have is very very good. It really doesn't take much to keep this place in order. Just about five people, believe it or not. Speaking of our staff, I think I'll have Daisy drop by the lodging house downtown and pick up your belongings. I don't mean to uproot you from your previous home. But we desperately need you here. It's not like you won't be seeing your friends again. You'll have your share of personal days and errands to run downtown. Plus, you're free to go anywhere for lunch you want. I hear you newsies like that quaint little restaurant. What was it's name? Ah yes, Tibby's. Well anyway, now that you've seen what the outside is like, let me show you the inside."

She took him through the first floor which was mainly guest rooms, a kitchen, sitting room, and a dining room. But when they hit the second floor, Mush started to notice the place got homelier.

"This is basically my two daughters' floor. There's Natalie's half. A library, her bedroom, a conservatory, and a den. Our little Natalie's the family brains. She plays the piano, sings, and reads books all day. Then, there's Samantha's half. Her bedroom, a ballet studio, another den, and a room for her cat. Samantha's the dancer. Plus, she has a real passion for animals. You'll meet the girl's later. If we proceed past their chambers, you'll find your room. I would have put you on the floor with the other workers, but Hugo's sister recently got into a bad situation and she's come to live with us. So, you got lucky and are going to be staying in a guest room. You look about my daughter's age, so you three'll be bound to get along. Oh! I'm sorry. I'm talking an awful lot, aren't I?"

"No, it's really alright. I'm just a bit too overwhelmed right now. I don't get to see a house like this everyday," Mush explained.

Gabrielle just smiled and led him up to the third floor. There was another kitchen up there, Gabrielle and her husband's bedroom, and a sitting room. "Not much," she said. "But it's quite cozy."

The fourth floor was the worker's apartments. Then, there was an attic which Gabrielle said was mostly for storage. Looking down at her watch, she realized the time. "Oh my gosh! It's almost dinner time. I'll have Hugo whip us up some sandwiches. I'd like to talk to you a little more. I'm sorry that my husband couldn't join us. But as you saw before, he's outside trying to help Kim break that new horse. And my girls, well, I have no idea where they are. They're always out and about. Victor, that's Mr. Summers, even though I call him by his first name you darn not. He'd be so furious. He'd be furious if he found out I let you call me by my first name. So, when he's around, you make sure you shift to the proper ma'am or Mrs. Summers. But between us, I'm Gabrielle. It's like that with the rest of the workers to. Well, anyway, what was I saying? Oh yes. Victor always has the girls out making appearances. He's always too busy to do it himself. So I shouldn't expect them home until late. You probably won't meet them until tomorrow."

By the time she was done talking, Hugo had made the sandwiches and they had just began eating them in the sitting room. The second they were done, Mr. Summers entered the room.

"Good evening, Gabrielle. Who might this charming lad be?"

"Victor, this is our new worker, Shawn, but most people call him Mush so I told him we would, too. Mush, this is Mr. Summers."

"Hello, sir," Mush said shifting to his polite voice.

"Hello. Now, I'm sure my wife gave you a tour and told you all the gossip about everything here. The reason I'm here is to talk to you about conduct. Will you excuse us, darling?"

"Of course." "Now, back to what I was saying. Your conduct here is of the utmost importance. You must ask cordious to any guests we might have. I'm not telling you to turn into a walking, talking "yes sir, yes ma'am". I just want you to make any guests feel like you really care about how they feel. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

The next hour went the same as the first few minutes. Mr. Summers set out a rule and Mush replied, "Yes, sir" or "Understood, sir." Finally, Mush was told the last rule.

"Now, Mush, it's time to tell you the most important rule of them all. You break this one and you're gone. No questions asked. You're just out of here. Okay. I love my daughters, you see. I'd do anything for them. That's why I try to keep them visiting their kind of people. I don't want to see you getting romantically involved with either. They're not of your station. All it could do is cause them pain and I will not see my daughters hurt. Now, I"m not telling you to completely ignore. No. I expect you three to become good friends. I mean, you're all each other's age. That's one reason I'm glad we're hiring you. You're going to expose my girls to a male perspective on things. I just don't want them exposed to much, do you understand me?"

"Absolutely, sir."

"Good. Well, it's getting late. Why don't you retire to your quarters?"

"Thank you, Mr. Summers," Mush said.

"For what, son?"

"For hiring me. My friend helped me figure out what job I was right for and we came up with this. I'm just thankful that you are allowing me to do what I didn't know that I really wanted to do before. If that makes any sense."

"Perfect. Oh! Before you leave, I wanted to tell you about tomorrow. Everyone's is awake by seven at the latest. I expect you'll do fine with that, considering the way of life you used to have. I also have a job for you tomorrow. Did you notice the tree in the backyard that was half falling down?"

"Yes, I did."

"Well, if the other half falls, it'll hit the house. So, all I want you to do tomorrow is saw off the branches and uproot the tree. I don't want you leaving a stump there so I left rope which you can tie around the stump and pull it out. Good luck! And welcome to the Summers house."

Mush waved goodnight to his employer and made his way downstairs to his room. On the way down the hall, he ran into yet another pretty girl. She looked exactly like Gabrielly only younger. She had curly blond hair which was braided away from her face. Her clothes were very delicate, exactly what a rich girl would wear.

"Hello, sir. What are you doing in the house at this time of night?" the girl asked.

"I'm the new groundskeeper slash butler. Me name's Mush. And you must be..."

"Samantha. The older one. I'm sorry you couldn't meet Natalie. She was exhausted by the time we got home and I made sure she went immediately to bed before she ran into something and hurt herself."

Mush chuckled softly to himself at the image of a girl like Samantha walking down the hall and suddenly hitting a wall.

"I didn't realize I was so humorous. You sure know how to make a girl feel good, Mush."

"It's not hard. You just listen to them and laugh when they say something funny. I grew up around a household of girls."

"Oh! You have sisters?"

"Not exactly. You see, I used to be a newsie and well, our lodging house is kind of co-ed. So I grew up around girls."

"You used to be a newsie? I love watching you guys sell your papers. You always look so carefree and happy. I've always wanted to talk to you guys and find out what exactly is so thrilling." "Tell you what. One of these days you can go to Tibby's with me and meet some of the guys. They'll sure be happy that I brought you. They can't get enough of the pretty girls who are out there."

"There you go again, you charmer. It's getting kind of late and I'm sure Father has a big first day planned for you."

"Well, good night. It was good meeting you. Maybe Natalie will be feeling better tomorrow and I'll be able to see if she can outdo the beauty of you and your mother."

"Jeez, you sure are good at this kind of stuff. Good night, Mush. I'll see you in the morning. Hey, why don't we have lunch together tomorrow? I'll have Hugo make us something and I'll bring it out to wherever my father has you working."

"Actually, he has me right in the backyard taking that tree down. But I'd love to have lunch with you. I can tell this is the beginning of a really good friendship. G'night!"

"Good night," Samantha called as she disappeared into her room.

Mush just chuckled as he headed down the hall into his room. The second his head touched the pillow, he was out like a light.

The next morning, Mush woke up bright and early. He quickly got dressed and stumbled into the downstairs kitchen. There he saw Daisy dishing out some eggs.

"Want some?" she asked. "I was just getting Miss Natalie breakfast. She's not really a morning person. But putting some food in front of her nose usually helps her wake up quicker."

"Oh, okay. Thanks. I'm going to need some food. Mr. Summers has me doing manual labor today."

"Oh! He always gives the new employees hard jobs at first. When I started, he had me dusting everything in this house. It took me a week to do it properly. It's just his way of testing you to see if you can put up with the stress."

"Henks," Mush said as he shoved a big spoonful of eggs into his mouth.

"Well, you're very welcome."

Once he was done, he set out to accomplish the job he was given. He wanted to show Mr. Summers he could do anything asked of him. He was starting to really want to keep this job. Hour after hour after hour passed. Finally, around four, he had sawed off every single branch of that tree and he had chopped the trunk down to its minimal height. Sighing, he picked up the rope and wrapped it around the trunk. Looking up for a moment, he saw Samantha coming towards him.

"Hi, Mush. Just thought you'd like something to drink. Hugo made some ice tea earlier."

"Thanks. I am getting a little hot. Um... would it embarass you if I took my shirt off?"

"No. We've had young workers here for my whole life. I've seen a guy's chest before."

"Okay." Mush slid his shirt off and couldn't help but laugh when he heard Samantha gasp. "What, Sam?"

"None of our other workers ever looked like you. Hey! What did you call me?"

"Sam. Do you not want me to call you by it?"

"No, I like it," she said as she layed down next to Mush on the grass. "From now on, I'll be Sam to you. Listen. I think I hear Father calling. He'd die if he saw me out here with the half-naked new worker."

Sam giggled as she sat up. Mush watched her as she walked back into the house. Then,sighing, he sat up and took a hold of the rope. He tugged and tugged and the stump slowly began to budge. Suddenly, he heard a stick snap behind. Standing, there watching him was a pretty girl wearing a white t-shirt and overalls. Her hair was unusually straight and a shade of brown that he had never seen.

"That must be Sydney, the gardener. Maybe she could help me pull this thing out. Sounds like she's used to getting her hands dirty," Mush thought to himself. Then, he yelled out loud across the lawn to her, "Hey! Don't just stand there. Come over and give me a hand."

The girl bounded over and grabbed the part of the rope that was in front of Mush. Together, they pulled for what seemed like an eternity. But finally, both began to feel it budge. When the stump finally decided to move, it moved rather quickly. They ripped it out of the ground so fast that they didn't have time to regain their balance. Mush ended up on top of the girl.

Knowing he should really get up, he quickly realized he couldn't. The reason why he couldn't was her eyes. They were a shade of blue that he had only seen when he was growing up in Maine. He just couldn't tear his eyes away from them. Finally, he snapped out of it when she cleared her throat.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced," she whispered.

"Oh, I'm Mush, the new groundskeeper slash bulter. And you are?"

"I'm Natalie Summers, the youngest daughter at this house."

"Oh my... I'm so sorry, Miss Summers. You see when I got here yesterday, your mother introduced me to the groundstaff only Sydney the gardener was away and so I assumed when I saw a girl wearing overalls which isn't something your average girl wears and your hair is straight and brown not curly and blonde like your mother and sister so I thought you were here because otherwise I would have never asked you to help me so you see... what's so funny?" Mush asked, very ashamed and very confused as to why she's laughing at him.

"Just the idea that you'd mistake me for Sydney. Mother must not have told you what Sydney looks like. Sydney's a seventy-year-old woman."

"Oh."

"Anyway, it's almost dinnertime. Father has a meeting tonight so we're all going to eat our meals seperately. I'm sure you've had a hard day and wish to relax. I'll tell Hugo you'll be eating dinner with me in my chambers. I'd like to learn more about you, Mush."

She held out her arm and he quickly looped it into his. It took them a few minutes because they were both very sore but they eventually made it up the stairs and into Natalie's den. The second they sat down, Hugo came in with their food.

"Thanks, Hugo," Natalie said. "I'm famished. So, Mush? I heard you used to be a newsie."

"Who told you that?"

"Samantha. She told me about meeting you last night. But I think my first encounter with you makes a much better tale."

"I am sorry about that. I really thought you were a... uh... seventy-year-old lady. But to answer your question, yes, I was a newsie before I came here."

"Wow. Your life must have been so exciting. Never answering to anybody. Living on a dime a day. Laughing and having fun all day."

"You make it sound glamorous. It wasn't. Sometimes, we had to steal food because we didn't sell enough papes that day to cover the charge. Everyday, we lost and gained newsies. They'd move on, or be taken away, or they'd even die. It was a hard life. But it did have its share of perks."

"I'd love to have that kind of freedom, though. Father keeps us locked away in this house. And when he does let us out, it's to make visits."

"Hey! Isn't your father going to be away tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Some client in Pennslyvania wants to talk with him. He's leaving tonight and won't get back until tomorrow morning. Why?"

"Well, your mother seems real nice so she'd agree to anything you girls want to do and your father wouldn't be around to say no."

"What are you trying to say?" Natalie asked, a smile spreading across her face at the sight of Mush's enthusiasm.

"Well, would you like to spend the day with me? I mean, I'll get the day off and we can go and be newsies. I have a little money so we can both buy papers. Then, we can eat lunch at Tibby's. It'll be great."

"It sounds great. I'm sure Mom will let me go. She loves it when I go out and see Manhattan. She really wants us to get more exposure to the real world. Jeez! It's getting late. I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll come in and wake you up. We have to leave early if we want to get papers."

"Early? I don't do early."

"Tell you what. We'll have Kim drive us down to Newspaper Row. That way you can get up a half an hour later. But it's still going to be early."

"Okay," she said. "I guess it's worth the sacrifice. See you tomorrow morning, Mush!"

Mush waved at her from the doorway and walked down the hall to his room. He flopped down onto his bed and stared at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts about his new job, the next day's events, and, most of all, Natalie Summers.

He was surprised to feel sun beating down onto his face. When he opened his eyes, he realized it was morning. "Wow," he whispered to himself. "I must have dozed off. Better go get Natalie up."

Mush knocked softly on her door but got no answer. The door was unlocked so he let himself in. He found Natalie sleeping in her bed. After snapping himself away from staring at her, he gently shook her shoulder. She woke up with a start.

"Huh? Mush! What are you doing here?" she cried out, suddenly very confused.

"We're going to sell papers today. Remember?"

"Oh. OH! I'm getting up. I'm getting up. I'll meet you downstairs in ten minutes."

"Oh and wear these," Mush said as he threw some of his clothes at her.

"Why?"

"Because no one's going to buy papers from a rich girl. You gotta look like you don't have money to make money."

Mush exited and closed the door behind him, chuckling at the fact that she was so sheltered from the real world. A few minutes later, he heard her footsteps pounding down the stairs. He tossed her some bread and said, "Ready to go?"

"This is my breakfast?"

"It's all I ever got to eat when I sold papers. And that bread was stale!"

"Okay okay. Let's go."

Mush and Natalie piled into the family car and Kim drove them downtown. As Mush was getting out of the car, he heard Blink exclaim, "Hey fellas! Look at that car."

"I'm not looking at the car," Race answered. "I'm looking at the girl in it!"

"And I'm looking at the guy getting out of it," said Mystic who was visiting the newsies for that morning while Skittery was away giving piano lessons. "Mush! How ya been?"

"Good, Em. Very good." Mush held his hand out and helped Natalie out of the car. "Guys and Mystic, this is Natalie Summers. She's the daughter of the man I work for now."

"Hello, miss," Blink said as he reached out and kissed her hands.

"Mush warned me that all of you were charmers but I didn't think it would be this bad."

"Well boys! I think we have a smart mouth on the Row," a visiting Spot called out.

"I guess that means she'll fit right in," Mush said. "Now if you'll excuse us, we need to get our papes."

Mush walked up to the window and got his usual one hundred. Natalie did exactly like he had showed her and received fifty. Mush had told her on the ride over to only get what she thought she could sell. He also told her not to be embarassed if she got a lot less than everyone else was getting. The newsies were veterans at the game of selling papes and she was just a beginner. But she felt that she could handle fifty. And if she couldn't, Mush would help her sell them.

They yelled their goodbyes at the mob of newsies and started down the road. Mush led her to Central Park. "It's the easiest place to sell. We usually send the rookies or the smaller ones here. Today, I guess you're the rookie so we sell her," he told her.

After Mush had explained what to do and how to improve the truth a few times, she started to sell. And boy did she sell! By the time Mush had sold about twenty of his papes, she was done.

"Well, that was a lot easier than you made it out to be."

"You're just lucky because you're blessed with beauty. The cuter you are, the easier it is to sell."

"So, that explains it!" she cried out.

"Explains what?"

"Why all the newsies were so handsome! Pardon my bluntness, but all the ugly ones couldn't make it. Samantha and I had always wondered why everytime we saw a newsie, they were so cute. Now we know."

"Listen. It's about lunchtime. That means we need to start making our way to Tibby's. That's where all the newsies eat. Their prices are cheap and their food ain't that bad."

"Nice way of putting it. Let's go."

A little while later, they walked through the door to the restaurant. Mush pointed out a table near the back where Blink, Race, Mystic, and Skittery were sitting. They walked over, greeted them, and sat down. Mush ordered for both of them and then they engaged themselves in a discussion on Blink's new girlfriend.

"So, I hear she's got a younger sister who's six years younger than her and six inches taller," Race cracked.

"I wouldn't be talking about lack of height, Midget!" Blink yelled back

Natalie leaned over to Mush and whispered, "It's a little stuffy in here. I think I'm going to go outside and get some fresh air."

"Okay. Just be careful. People out here aren't as nice as the people you've meet through your family," Mush warned her.

Natalie left the restaurant and started walking towards Newspaper Row. She figured she'd walk that way and then be able to turn around and come back without getting lost. As she was walking, she began to hear the sound of shoes clicking in rhythm with her stes behind her. As she quickened, so did they. But she was surprised to realize when she slowed down they continued to go fast. When she finally chanced a glance behind her, she saw two men running towards her. By the time she chose to run, they were too close to escape from.

"You're new around here, aren't you? You have to be. I'd remember seeing you. Are you lost?"

"Actually, I think I am. Do you know the way back to Tibby's?" Natalie asked the two men.

"Yes, actually, we do. I'm Oscar and this is Morris. We work down at the World. The newsies are always eating at Tibby's so we could find it for you if you want us too."

"That would be so great."

Natalie put her arms into theirs and they quickly led her back to the restaurant. Stopping outside the door, she turned to the guys and said, "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Hey! We were wondering if you wanted to see Irving Hall. We could meet you in the Row in about an hour?"

"Sure, I'd love to."

Natalie waved and stepped into the restaurant. Mush immediately ran over to her.

"What were they saying to you?" Mush asked.

"Well, I kinda got lost and they showed me the way back. Then, they asked if I wanted to see some Hall. So, they're going to come meet me in an hour at Newspaper Row. Do you want to come?"

"You are not going anywhere with Oscar or Morris. They can't be trusted."

"I will do what I want to do. You may know this city better than I do. But that does not mean you have control over what I do. I am going to met Oscar and Morris and there's nothing you can do or say to change my mind."

Natalie stormed out of the restaurant and began to make her way to Newspaper Row. Since she was unfamiliar with the area, it took her an hour to make the ten minute walk. Every other step she took showed her something she had never seen in her neighborhood before. But she did make it to the Row eventually and the Delancey brothers were standing there, waiting. They smiled as she approached.

"Hello, Natalie. Glad to see you could make it," Oscar said as he steered her into an alley.

After a few minutes of walking, she commented, "Do we really have to take the alleys to get to this music hall you were taking me to?"

"Well, it's not really necessary," Moris answered. "It's just we didn't want any of your pesky newsie friends following you."

"Why not? I thought you guys were friends with the newsies."

"Not really. They never gave us a chance to get to know them," Oscar said.

"Well, that's unfair. Hey! Why are we stopping? This can't be the music hall."

"Shut up!" Morris whispered. "If you really wanted to see a music hall, you should have asked one of those newsie twerps. We're here to give you a more exciting ride."

Morris grabbed her arms and Oscar pushed them against the wall. Before Natalie could register what was happening, Oscar's lips and hands were all over her. He stopped for a moment and whispered into her ear.

"I've always wondered what a rich girl tasted like."

Natalie had just begun to scream when Oscar was ripped off of her. Then, she was flung to the ground across the alley. When her head cleared, she looked up and saw the Delanceys in a heap and Mush standing over her.

"I told you not to trust them," Mush said as he scooped her into his arms.

All she could do was smile up at her rescuer. Mush carried her all the way back to the Manhattan Newsboy Lodging House. He set her down on Blink's bunk and watched as she drifted off to sleep. Pulling a chair over, he, too, fell asleep.

When he woke up, the newsies were just returning to the lodging house. It was poker night so they all came home a little earlier than usual. Mush realized it was about time that he took Natalie home.

"Hey, guys," Mush whispered. "We have to go. But I'll be back. And maybe next time, I'll bring Sam."

"Who's Sam?" Blink asked.

"Sam is short for Samantha. And Samantha is Natalie's big sister. She's also a friend of mine. Anyway, I'll see you guys some time this week. I'll come by for lunch one of the days." Mush looked over at the sleeping Natalie. "God. She looks so peaceful. I just can't wake her. Guess the trip back is going to be a lot longer than I thought."

Mush scooped her up and nodded goodbye to his friends. A couple of hours later, he finally made it to the Summers' household. Smiling at Mrs. Summers and Sam, who were sitting outside, drinking some ice tea, he continued upstairs and set her down on her own bed. When he managed to pry himself away from her, he returned to the front stoop.

"So, what's wrong with Natalie?" Sam asked.

"Well, she got a little tired today. She had a run-in with some not so nice boys and it tuckered her out. For that past few hours, she's been sleeping at the Lodging House in Manhattan. When I realized it was late, I brought her right home."

"You don't have to explain your actions to us, Mush. We trust you. Did you enjoy your day off?" Gabrielle asked.

"Oh, I loved it. It was great getting to see my friends again. These guys are my family. I mean, they're the only ones I've lived with, well, before you. For years, it was only them and me. I really missed them."

"I can tell. Well, Mush, it's late. I think we should all be turning in," Gabrielle said.

The three walked upstairs and Sam and Mush waved goodbye on the second floor while Gabrielle continued on to the third floor. When she was out of view, Sam turned to Mush and slugged him.

"Why didn't you take me with you?" she cried.

"I...I...can we go to my room to talk?" Mush led her into his room and they sat down together on his bed. "The reason I only took Natalie is well, I like her. A lot. And I wanted some time alone with her to get to know her better."

"Mush... nothing good can come of this. Didn't Father give you the lecture yet?"

"Yeah, he did. And I listened. I really did. It's just when my heart gets set on something it won't let up."

"And right now your heart's set on my little sister. Fine, I forgive you this time."

"I told the guys about you though. They made me promise that next time, I'll bring you both. And I will. Now then, it's late. Go to bed!"

"Good night, Mush," Sam called as she shut the door behind herself.

The next morning, Mush was woken up by banging and crashing downstairs. He quickly got dressed and ran down to see what was the matter. Hugo was running around the first floor kitchen whipping pots and pans everywhere.

"What's the matter?" Mush cried. "You're being so loud the whole house is bound to wake up."

"You'd be running around to your boss just told you that you had to make food for two hundred people in ten hours. Oh vay! What am I to do?"

"Settle down, Hugo. Tell me the whole story."

"Well, I got up to start breakfast, you know? Like I do everyday. Well, anyway, he comes waltzing and tells me the people from Pennslyvania are going to stay with us for a while and he wants to host a gala ball this evening. So, I have to whip up some elegant meal when I hardly have time to make a decent lunch. I do not know what I am going to do."

"It's okay, Hugo," Natalie said as she entered the room. "You're a culinary genius. You'll do whatever my father has asked of you. Anyway, I came in here because Father is calling for you Mush."

Mush smiled and followed Natalie to her father's study on the third floor.

"Why are you grinning so much?" she asked.

"No reason, Nate."

"Ohhhhh. So, I'm Nate to you now? That's okay. I like it. No one around her calls me anything but Young Miss and Natalie."

Finally, they reached the study door. Mr. Summers, who had heard their footsteps and talking, cried, "Come in!" Mush entered and sat down in the chair that Mr. Summers had indicated he wanted Mush to sit in.

"I'm sure you've heard Hugo by now. So I guess you know what's happening today. I need you to start preparing the mass dining room and our ballroom. They're in a seperate building across the lake. You probably haven't been out that far on the property yet, have you?"

"I'll take him there," Natalie offered. "And I guess I can stay and help him. I mean, I don't have anything to do until it's time to get ready."

"That'd be great. Now get to it you two!"

Natalie and Mush exited the room. They spent the whole day cleaning and polishing everything in sight. Once they were done, Natalie gave Mush a tour of that section of the grounds.

"And this is Lily Lake," Natalie said, as they ended up at the lake where they had started.

"That's an interesting name for a lake," Mush commented.

"Father let me name it. Lilies are my favorite flower. Plus, it's my middle name."

"It's a pretty name," Mush said as he stepped in closer to her.

"Um... I think it's about time for me to get ready for this little shin-dig. I'll... um... see you later," Natalie cried as she began to run in the direction of the house.

Mush just sighed and began to walk in the direction she had run. As he was walking up the stairs to his room, he ran into Mr. Summers.

"Hey, Mush. I have a favor to ask you. You see, at these balls, there tends to be a lot of eligible bachelors. So, things tend to get heated and people start fighting. Well, I know Samantha is old enough to take care of herself. She's been doing it for years. But Natalie... she's still too young to figure out how to get rid of unwanted attention. That's where you come in. I want you to escort Natalie and we'll tell everyone that you're her boyfriend. That way, no one will be rash and make a move on her."

"Whatever you say, sir."

"That's what I thought your response would be. I had Daisy find you a suit and it's laying on your bed right now. Get dressed and met us downstairs in the parlor Oh and remember. You're to do anything she asks of you."

Mush promptly got ready and walked downstairs. He stopped in his tracks when he saw Natalie. She looked a lot different than she did during the day. Whenever Mush saw her, she was always wearing pants. But she definitely wasn't wearing pants now. She was wearing a dark green silk evening gown that clearly accented her best attributes and her hair was whisked up into a intricate style that involved over fifty pearls. She smiled as she saw him staring at her.

"What are you all dressed up for?" she asked.

"Didn't your father tell you? He was afraid of you getting unwanted attention so he wanted me to pretend to be your boyfriend this evening."

"Father told me he got me a date but he never mentioned it was you. Oh well! This situation is fine by me. Let's go. It's time to make our grand entrance," she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him.

They walked arm in arm across the grounds to the ball room which was already overflowing with partygoers. When they got inside, Mush couldn't help but notice a good number of jaws drop.

"Everyone's staring at you," he whispered to Natalie.

"They're not just looking at me, Mush. You don't look half bad in that tuxedo," she whispered back.

He lead her over to a table reserved for the Summers' family and their guests. For the good part of an hour, Mush and Natalie sat there talking and ignoring the party that was happening around them. But people weren't ignoring them.

"Mr. Summers?" a young man called out. "I was wondering why your daughter doesn't seem to be involved with this ball. She hasn't even danced yet."

"She will. She's just very wrapped up in her new boyfriend, Shawn. Let me go remind her that there are others in this room."

Mr. Summers walked over to the table and cleared his throat. "Natalie! You know you're supposed to be active in all parties that we hold here. A guest just commented on how you weren't dancing. That is unacceptable. You must think towards your future at all times."

"Fine, father. You want me to dance. I'll dance. Come on, Mush."

Mr. Summers watched as his daughter grabbed Mush's hand and dragged him over to the conductor of the orchestra. After a few words with him, she took Mush into the middle of the floor. The guests all walked off the dance floor sensing that they were going to do some serious show-off dancing. Natalie walked to the opposite side of the dance floor as Mush. Gasps echoed through the hall when the band started playing some salsa music.

Natalie started tapping her foot. Then, she raised her hand and motioned with her finger telling Mush to come to her. He slid across the floor and stood up right in front of her. They started a very intricate dance that definitely something that should not be done at a high class gala ball. When they were done, they got applause, but that was only from the young men and women who had been staring at the couple all night.

"Let's get out of here," Natalie said. "I don't want to be around when my father finds a chance to talk to me alone."

"But it was worth it just to see some of those muckety-mucks' faces."

"You're right. C'mon! Let's wade around in the lake," Natalie said as she kicked her shoes off into the distance and pulled Mush's jacket off.

They walked hand in hand down the shore. After a while, she let go of his hand and ran into the water. When she was done splashing around, Mush commented, "Boy, that tide sure looks strong. It could suck you out into the middle of that lake."

"You're right. Maybe we should start to-"

The tide didn't allow her to finish her sentence. It sucked her right off her feet and pulled her farther and farther in. Mush reacted without thinking. He threw off his shoes, socks, and shirt and dived into the water. After a few minutes of blind searching, he finally grabbed onto something that felt like a girl's hand. Pulling whatever it was to the surface, he realized that it really was Natalie's hand. He fought the tide for what seemed like eternity but he eventually made it to shore. His fight for her life wasn't over yet. She wasn't breathing and all Mush knew was that she had to get air in her.

He breathed in her mouth over and over again. Nothing was working until all of the sudden, she coughed, sat up, and spit out a ton of water. She fell back down and Mush fell on top of her exhausted. They just laid there together for a few minutes. Every time Mush tried to get up, Natalie tried at the same exact second and they ended up tangled up on the ground. On the fifth time of getting up together, Mush's lips hit hers when they fell back down. Neither one said anything and before either knew it, they were kissing again only this one was a little bit longer than the first. Mush broke away from her and sat up.

"You know we can't do this," he whispered.

"I know," Natalie said as she pulled Mush back into her embrace.

After a few hours of just laying there in each others' armsand looking at the stars, they began to heard guests leaving.

"We have to get inside," Natalie whispered. "Come on!"

She dragged him into the nearby trees. Mush thought they were running away from the house but was amazed to find that she had led them right to it. They ran inside and up the stairs. Natalie suddenly screeched to a halt halfway up the stairs.

"I hear Father," she said. "We're going to have to go up the back way."

They ran through the kitchen and up the worker's stairway. They ran into Kim who told them she had been keeping Mr. Summers away from Natalie's room all night so that she could sneak in later. They thanked her and kept on running. As they reached Natalie's bedroom door, they could hear her father's footsteps sounding up the stairs and Hugo's insisting voice that "Mr. Summers needs to see to something in the kitchen right now."

Natalie kissed Mush quickly on the lips and whispered, "Go back down the way we came up. Pretend like you've been helping Hugo all night. I'm going to got to bed."

As she began to walk into her room, Mush pulled her back and kissed her again. When he finally let go, she smiled and locked the door behind her. Mush ran down the stairs just as Mr. Summers began to walk down the third floor hall.

"That was really close, mister," Hugo said as Mush entered the kitchen. "I have been telling Mr. Summers that you've been doing inventory in the pantry for hours. I think he's getting a little skeptical."

The rest of the night went smoothly. When Mr. Summers returned to the kitchen, he informed them that Natalie was upstairs sleeping soundly. Mush did do the imaginary inventory just so Hugo's lie would become the truth.

The next morning, Natalie woke up with a smile. She got dressed and began to hum as she walked down the hall.

"What are you so happy about?" Sam asked as she exited her bedroom.

"I had a wonderful night. Mush kissed me!"

"He what?! Natalie, you know father's rule. He could get fired for this."

"Oh don't worry so much. He'll never know. I mean, you and me have a done a lot of things we shouldn't have. And he's never found out, has he?"

"No. But you two be careful. I don't want to see Mush be kicked out. He's gotten to be one of my best friends."

"I won't let Daddy kick him out. Now you go downstairs. I forgot something in my room. I'll be along shortly."

Natalie ran back into her room and put the forgotten hair clip in her hair. She hurried down the hall and to the bottom of the stairs to try and catch up with her sister. As she was about to step off the last step and into the dining room, a hand grabbed her by the waist. She was bout to cry out but another hand covered her mouth.

As she looked to see if anyone had seen her be pulled off the stairs, she felt someone begin to kiss her neck. She turned her head and kissed Mush on the lips. After a few minutes, she broke away. Standing beside the dining room door, she straightened herself up. Shooting a smile at Mush, she walked in to greet her parents.

This became a morning ritual to them. Every morning, they would greet each other with stolen kisses. They also had taken to eating a picnic lunch near the lake every day. Mr. Summers thought it was just two good friends spending time with one another. But soon he began to suspect it was much more.

One August afternoon, Mr. Summers told everyone he was going to his study to draw up some important legal papers. But he really snuck down to the lake to see what his daughter and Mush did all afternoon. He was surprised when he saw her laying on the ground with him, resting her head on his chest. Mr. Summers would have easily written it off as two friends being comfortable, but at that second, Natalie chose to sit up and kiss Mush.

Instead of doing what his gut instinct told him to and ripped his daughter off of that filthy street urchin, he returned to the house and his study to decide what to do with the matter. When he finally felt he was calm, he went to Mush's room and burst through the door.

"Get your stuff and get out of here. You are not welcome in my house."

"Wha?! What's the matter? What did I do?" Mush asked.

"JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Mr. Summers yelled as he threw Mush out the door. "I told you to stay away from my daughters. But you couldn't listen. You had to get involved with one of them. You could have had a good life and a good job here. But you chose to throw it away. Get out of this house!"

Meanwhile, Natalie and Samantha were upstairs reading books. When they heard the yelling, they both understood what was happening immediately.

"Stall them," Natalie said as she ran out of the room.

Samantha jumped into action. She ran downstair and began to ask questions. Her father tried to answer them but she was talking so quickly he couldn't even understand her. So he chose to ignore her and concentrate on kicking Mush out. In response to the failed attempt, she began to cry. Her mother ran and held her in her arms, which unknowingly restricted Samantha from doing something else to stop Mr. Summers. So, she used her last resort. She fainted.

Mr. Summers immediately forgot about Mush and ran to her. By the time he realized she was faking it, Natalie was running down the stairs.

"What is going on here?" she asked.

"I'm kicking this ungrateful filth out of the house," Mr. Summers answered.

"You are not kicking the man I love out of this house."

Everyone in the room gasped including Mush. He wrestled free of Mr. Summer's grip and ran to Natalie.

"Wh-what did you just say?"

"I love you, Mush. It just took me I had to think about you leaving forever to realize it. But I do love you."

"And I love you, Natalie Summers. But it's a little late now. I have to leave you for good."

"Unless..." Samantha added. She had finally realized what her little sister's plan was. And if Mush needed a little encouraging to realize it too, so be it.

Mush looked over at Natalie and saw the look in her eyes. It was pleading with him to do something that might affect both their lives but it would insure they'd be together. At that moment, he knew what she wanted him to do. He got down on one knee and said, "I always thought when the time came for me to do this, it would be very glamourous and the setting would be perfect. But I've come to realize just now that the setting or the mood doesn't really matter. All that matters is the one word that can change your life forever. So, Natalie, will you say that one word for me? Will you marry me?"

"Yes, I will marry you."

"No! I forbid you. You will not be taking my little girl away from a life she always dreamed of," Mr. Summer said.

"No, father, that's where you're wrong. I never dreamed of a life like this. You dreamed it for me. My dreams were always to grow up and find someone who really loves me. And I did. Just because he's different than the guy you had envisioned me marrying doesn't mean I'm not going to marry him. I'm not your little girl anymore. I've grown up right before your eyes and you've never noticed. I've made my decision, father. It's time for you to make yours." As she was saying this, she went to the top of the stairs and got the suitcases she had packed minutes earlier. "And if you insist upon kicking Mush out, know that you're kicking me out, too. So, father, what's it gonna be? Can you really live with yourself, knowing you're the sole reason your own daughter left her family?"

"No, I can't. You're right. You're in charge of your own life. If you and Mush still want to stay here, you have my blessing."

"Oh, thank you, father. You won't regret it!" Natalie cried.

She watched as everyone went their seperate ways. Mr. and Mrs. Summers went into the kitchen with Hugo to talk about the next day's breakfast. Kim and Sydney went outside to continue their work. Samantha went upstairs to read more of her book. That left Mush and Natalie all alone.

"So... we're getting married," Mush finally said. "Are you sad?"

"Sad?! Why would I be sad? You just made me the happiest woman in the world!"

"Oh! So you really did want to get married? It wasn't just an attempt to keep your father from firing me?"

"Of course, I really wanted to marry you. I love you."

"I love you, too. So, no regrets?"

"None. You?"

"How can I regret ending up with the prettiest girl in the world?"

"I should have known. You're a charmer just like your newsie friends. I wonder what they would think of their little Mush getting married."

"I don't know. But I think it involves a bunch of wisecracks. They'll have to live with it though. Nothing's going to keep me from fulfilling your dream. I guess it's our dream now."

#Archived on waybackmachine

[letteredlettered]

How to write smut?

The first rule of writing smut is don’t write smut.

Not unless you want to.

When I ask most fic writers why they're writing smut, the answer is almost always, "So people will read my fic." This is the wrong reason to write smut. The idea that people won't read your fic if there's not smut in it is a lie. IT'S A LIE.

People will read your fic even if it doesn't have smut in it if it has something that interests them. If your fic interests you, trust that it will interest someone else for the reasons you find it interesting--don't stick in a shiny object that doesn't even belong there just for the benefit of others. Some of my most popular fics don't have smut in them. One of them doesn't even have kissing. Do I get shitty comments about that? Yes. Do I get shitty comments on fics that do have smut? Yes. You get shitty comments no matter what.

But okay, it's true that more people might see your fic if it has smut in it. That is because there are people who go looking for smut and only want fic with smut. Why do you want them to read your fic? In a societal sense, I understand this as a motivation. People like to be paid attention. In a personal sense, I don't understand it at all. You want your thing, that you made, to be read. So why add a thing that you don't like, that you don't care about, so that people will pay attention? When you do that, are you getting praise for some aspect of yourself and who you are, or are you getting praise for doing what everyone else wanted? What is that praise worth, if they're not praising you?

Look, I understand how hard it is to have no kudos, no comments. I understand what it's like to not know anyone in fandom and feel like everything you do is ignored. But what you need to do in those situations is to work on getting a beta, people who can advise you; you need to work on advertising and getting to know people and putting your fic in places where it can be seen. And if then people still don't like your fic, you also need to realize that maybe not everyone will love your story--but I guarantee you if you really work at it to make something you deeply love and care about it, other people will care too, and it will be that much more fulfilling because they care about what you care about.

If the plot, themes, arcs, or development in your story require smut, usually you can easily skip smut if you don’t want to write it. I hate writing descriptions. Most people say that good writing requires descriptions. You know what, fuck them. I’m going to get away with describing as little as possible, and when I do describe things it’s going to be the way I want to do it.

The next rule of writing smut is don’t write good smut.

Write the smut that gets you hot.

Do people come to this tumblr and ask me about writing smut because they think I'm good at it? I'm very flattered if that's the case. Keep in mind that at least fully half, probably more, think I'm terrible at it.

That's because people have different tastes, and when it comes to food and sex, that taste is even more wildly baseless than all the other preferences humans have. I hate berries, fish, and potatoes. Why? I have no idea. Similarly, some girls only like to have sex with girls. What the fuck? Some people only get off when there are feet involved. Some people will literally get off fucking anything that's warm and wet. Is that a problem? Is that wrong? Is that weird? We've accepted that everyone has unique sexual preferences, and yet tumblr dot com still thinks there's a right way to write sex? (I don't mean you, anon. Your question is great, and is allowing me to rant about something that apparently really drives me absolutely bananas.)

Most of the smut I read on AO3 is trying so hard to be good smut that it's boring. Either it's trying to be poetic, or it's trying to elegantly write around all the nastiness that makes sex hot; it's describing what bodies are doing and people are feeling while using the words you would use to describe a sunset. Literally no one got wet writing that; they were too consumed by making sure it sounded good and hit all the notes just perfectly to ascend into a perfectly sanitized orgasm. Do you know where I go for good smut? Bad!fic.

The trick is to stop writing smut that pleases other people. Write smut that pleases yourself. At least someone will be getting off, and honestly, if you are pleasing my particular id, I just want people to be hot and happy. If you wrote something that got you hot and happy, even if it squicks me, I'll probably still have more respect for it than something you wrote so you could get your smut Pulitzer, or whatever.

Oh my God there is just years of frustration coming out in this post over never finding any good smut to read. Like, maybe this very tame, very sanitized stuff is what other people actually find hot, which--good for you. There's a lot of stuff out there for you.

But I want to read filthy things that use filthy words. I want it to be really nasty. I want you to reach into your brain and wrap your fist around your wriggling, writhing id; I want you to yank it out and nail it, still pulsating, into a Word document; I want it, still dripping, smeared all over the face of AO3.

Is that hard to do? Yes. Desire is a living thing; it doesn’t like to be pinned down; as soon as you try to grasp it it will slither out of your hands like a wet eel and turn into a quivering jellyfish and you’ll be saying to yourself, what the hell? I only like eels; I’ve never been into jellyfish, and you will not understand yourself. You will not know yourself. You will not recognize this organic morass of convulsing mess that is your libido.

Will it embarrass you? Also yes. Is it worth it? Yes. Yes, yes yes, you will feel so hot; your fic will be so hot, and everyone will go home so fucking satisfied, believe me.

#smut #fic

[angelprinz]

OMG IM SO HAPPY YOURE OKAY WITH SENDING FICS !! ive had this idea in mind, and id love to write and share it with you. im very amature at writing smut and stuff, since i havent done it since 2019... well, here goes nothing ! 

i ve also been thinkin ab the tsaritsa lot... 

tsaritsa x gn ! reader - "sleeping beauty" 

wordcount - 1.5k

NOT PROOFREAD!! 

warnings - 18+, gn reader (no genitalia specified), vrigin gn reader, reader is married to tsaritsa, somnophilia, dubcon, pegging, thigh riding, sex toys, implied child negligence, arranged marriages, tsaritsa is an amazing and horny wife

you loved the tsaritsa. and she loved you as much as you did. 

you were born in a noble family in snezhanaya, high up in the ranks, so much so meeting the tsaritsa was something normal for you. she'd known you since you were a small child, and she loved you since then. 

it was a platonic, mother - child type of relationship. even though you had a family, they werent the most...welcoming with you. they didnt have tome for you, they said. and so, you longed to visit the tsaritsa as much as you could. 

eventually, hormones took a hold of you and you developed feelings for the tsaritsa. maybe you were confusing platonic with romantic? right, maybe thats it. 

and so, you carried on visiting the tsaritsa, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach each time she smiled at you, and only you. 

when you turned 20, you still werent married, and you knew what that meant. youve always dreaded a arranged marriage, but you knew it was going to come greet you in the most unpleasant way possible. your parents expected the most from you now. 

and your parents did arrange a marriage, but when the tsaritsa heard, anger, jealousy bubbled up in her chest. so, she made a compromise with your parents. 

it was the best compromise ever. 

youd get married to the tsaritsa instead of that other noble youve only ever seen at royal dinner parties. youd get married to somebody you actually had feelings for. 

your wedding was lavish, and all of quiet snezhnaya lit up on your wedding day. it was like nothing rver seen in snezhnaya before. it was so...lively, happy. 

it was the best day of your life. 

your parents were proud of you, for once. 

and the tsaritsa was more than happy to be married to you, and you were more than happy to be married to the tsaritsa. you two were a power couple, always will be one. having you ruling by her throne was the best decision the tsaritsa made. 

a few months into the marriage, the tsaritsa was truly craving something. 

intimacy. she wanted your bodies to touch, flush together. she wanted to see your slick on her fingers, she wanted to see the bedsheets stained with fluids from your lovely hole. 

she'd had a lot of other livers before you - and with each and every one of them, she made sure theyd alteast feel as much pleasure as they can. so, obviously, she has a lot of...toys, scattered around. 

she gave you the signs, but you never responded to them, you never noticed them. 

one particular night, she couldnt take it anymore. she woke up, sweating hard and blushing. her core was pulsating, she needed something to relieve herself. 

she looked over at you, peacefully sleeping in your expensive pyjamas. the nightgown on her felt oh so heavy, and she decided to do something she'd never regret ever. 

she took off your clothes, and she took yours off too. 

you didnt respond. good. the moonlight bounced off your skin, and made it glow a beautiful colour. your eyes remained closed. you were still in a wonderful dreamland, doing whatever youd wanted. 

she went ontop of you and straddled your thigh. her pussy, now exposed, felt so good against your soft thighs. her clit rubbed on your silky skin. her desire was so much, that she could cum and squirt from only riding your thighs. 

she went on and her pussy throbbed more and more for you, and then she came all over your thigh, a moan emitting from her. her fluids covered your skin. she didnt only want to cum on your thigh, though. 

she got her box, filled with filthy sex toys - of the best quality, of course. it was filled to the brim with sex toys, and she took a strap on out. this one had not only one dick on the outside, but also one on the inside. this meant she could fuck herself up while fucking you up. 

she got some lube out and stroked the plastic dildo with it, making look even more shiny. first, she positioned the dildo in herself, and she felt pure bliss when she did. next, she put the tip of the cock on your entrace, and slowly digged into your walls. 

thats when your sleeping form twitched. 

she gave out a chuckled, and watched as you unconsciously whimpered and twitched. the dick inside of her moved too, and her walls clenched around it. it was fairly big, in girth and size - about 6 or 7 inches big. 

the move she moved inside you, the more the cock inside her did too. she gave herself some time to adjust, and when she did, she started going crazy with your hole. 

she went at a slow, reasonable pace at first- looking at how the plastic cock went in and out of your red hole. she went and sucked on every single part of your body, leaving purple, red marks all around your body. 

she bit your nipple and moaned against your flushed body. 

but she decided it wasnt fast enough, it just wasnt for her. 

and so, this is where she started going at am animalistic pace. 

she moaned loudly, the cock in her filling her up. the knot in her belly was starting to detach, but she didnt want to cum, not yet. she went up to meet your face and slowly kissed your unconscious self.  

slowly after, you woke up. 

she wasnt terrified that you woke up, no. infact, she was happy you did. 

you muttered and gave a gasp at the feeling of being so full, and the feeling of being do very warm and sweaty. your sleepy eyes looked at signora, confused. 

"mmmn...ah...honey...?? what-" she hit your spot and you moaned aloud at that moment. 

"goog-goodmorning, my - ah- my baby~!" her voice, her sexy voice went up in pitch each thrust. the dildo inside of her felt so good, and she felt a climax coming. 

"oh baby - oh baby you dont know how long ive been waiting for- ah- for this~!" 

your mind was still fuzzy, and you could only emit loud moans. the only thing you could focus on was the dick stuffing your insides full, and your the weird feeling in your belly slowly coming undone. 

your wife pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue going through every single crevice of your hot mouth. you closed your eyes and kissed her back, almost equally as full of lust as her. 

her hands roamed your body, full of sweat and marks. she went over every single part of your waist, through your thighs, everything. 

she was happy to claim it as hers. 

she pulled away, and yours and her moans filled the hot, steamy air around you. she held your hips tight, and you clutched to her exposed back for dear life as you both seemed to be reaching your climaxes at the same times. 

"oh baby, honey im so- im so close, please let me cum, please baby" 

your wifes whiny, lustful voice echoes through the air, and you look straight into her eyes. 

"darling- agh- fuck, i wanna cum too. with-with you." 

you mustered up whatever you could, and your wife gave out a happy sigh - well, kind of a happy moan. her thrusts became sloppy, and thats when the weird feeling in your belly finally released. your juices squirted on hers and yours bodies, and her cum painted the dildo inside of her. 

you both stood there, looking lovingly in eachothers eyes, before the tsaritsa pulled you in for a more tired, slow, soft kiss. you parted to catch some air, your tongues connected with a string of saliva. 

she giggled at kissed your jawline softly and intimately. 

"oh, honey, that was so good. you did so good." 

your heart fluttered at the compliment. 

"you too, darlin'..." you answered, your voice coated with tiredness and sleepiness, but overall you were still happy. 

she pulled out of you, and took off her strap, and she whined at the feeling of not being fully stuffed with a big cock. she put the dildo into a box, and put her nightgown back on herself. she also helped you get dressed back into your pyjamas. 

she went back to bed and cuddled right next to you. she hugged you tight, her face in your chest. 

"goodnight, honey." 

you muttered a goodnight and you were gone back into a dreaming state in a matter of minutes. 

-love, 🕊 anon

creaming..... tsarista wife.... <3

#🕊 anon <3 #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #genshin tsaritsa #tsaritsa x reader #tsarista smut

[lavenderwhore444]

God Im pretty sure I’m going to hell ANYWAYS ok so this is a hybrid cat shigaraki, u end up adopting shigaraki from a very abuses owner so our little kitten is traumatized and terrified of everything, it took u a bit of time until he was comfortable with u , he doesn’t trust u in the beginning and thinks ur gonna do the same as his previous owner did but ur different u were so patient, sweet and soft not to mention he LOVED getting head pets from u ( he would never admit it tho) once shigaraki found out that he was in love with u he was stuck to ur hip ( he was super clingy) shigaraki’s heat was closer then expected, shigaraki didn’t want to ruin his chances with u but he couldn’t stop himself from humping everything so he hid in his room , you absolutely loved shigaraki since the day u saw him u knew u wanted him, when u first met him he scratched and hissed at u he was terrified, it honestly made u sick knowing the person who did this to him is still alive, u both got much closer he even started cuddling with u!!!! U soon fell in love with shiggy but u didn’t want to ruin what u guys have so u kept it to ur self , u noticed shigaraki was acting weird and hid in his room for two days at first u thought u might give him some space but u started getting worried u wanted to check on him before u came in u heard some little moans and whines, it just hit u that ur little kitten has there heat, u decided to help out 👀

Kinks pet-play of course dom reader and sub shigaraki maybe some pegging that’s all I can think of so feel free to add any kinks. I was listening to hello kitty by Avril Lavigne there was part where she says “ come come kitty kitty your so pretty pretty” that was inspired me to write this lmaooo 

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HELLO KITTY

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Samesies, but it's ok, we’ll go to hell together 😫

Now you might be wondering, Claire, why did this take you literal MONTHS? Well, I wanted to perfect it. I love this concept so much that I just HAD to spend so much time on it to make it perfect. And let me just say, it's pretty good 😏

Warnings: vaginal sex, overstimulation (male), anal sex with strapon, heat, pillow humping, marking mating, whatever you want to call it.

I've decided I'm obsessed with making cat shiggy meow ☺️

‘Where the fuck am I?’ Is shigaraki’s first thought of the day.

He’s never been on a bed this soft or a house this warm. Where is he? The blankets are all fuzz. The bed is littered with stuffed animals and pillows, and sweet-smelling candles, are burning somewhere. Is he being sacrificed?

“Hey, you're awake, ” a soft voice says, coming from the end of the bed.

He recoils in fear but, upon second glance, he sees that you aren't who he thinks you are. A girl replaces the scary form of his “master.” he looks you up and down. He has to admit you are quite pretty. The sight of someone other than the large man who used to own him excites him. Maybe this is a fresh start? But perhaps you're just like him...

“Get the fuck away from me, ” he snaps, scrambling into a corner.

“It's okay, sweetie, ” you say, “I'm not gonna hurt you, ”

“Everyone says that, meow ” Shigaraki retorts, “get the fuck away before I scratch your eyes out, ”

You bite your lip, “ok, Tomura, I'm gonna sit with you for a while, though. I'll be right across the room if you need anything, ”

“I don't need shit from you, ” he says, hissing making a show of his claws.

You laughed a little, more than a bit sad at his fear, “alright, but I’ll still be here, ”

He sits in silence for a moment, surveying his surroundings. He notices fresh clothes in the dresser, and there are some game consoles set up for him. How do you know he likes video games? Fucking creep. There aren't really any escape routes but escaping is complicated when he doesn't know where he is.

“Where am I meow?” he asks, sounding meeker than intended.

“I guess I kind of adopted you, ” you explain, “we’re at our house, ”

“Why did you do that?” he asks, the edge coming back to his voice.

“You just seemed so sweet, and the man who owned you was so mean. I couldn't just leave you there; he was hurting you, ” you say, frowning a little at the thought of Tomura getting hurt.

"Why do you care?" he snaps.

You sit closer to him, making him tense.

"I already told you, I think you're sweet Tomura," you repeat, "I just can't explain it. I'd really like it if we could become friends,"

'Or maybe more,' you think to yourself.

You can't deny he is very attractive.

"How do I know you're not lying meow?" He asks.

"I think you'll just have to trust me. Do you want to play some games with me?" you ask.

"Fine," he says, "only cause I'm bored,"

You grin, "awesome. What should we play?"

Shigaraki stands up and walks over to the games, tail swaying.

"This," he says, holding up animal crossing, "you probably like it cause it's dumb. What's your name anyway?" he asks.

"I'm y/n," you answer.

"I guess your names not awful, meow”, he mutters.

Truthfully, he already thinks you're beautiful, and you seem so kind. Shigaraki sits unusually close to you on the bed as the two of you play. You play late into the night; he makes a good bit of progress. Eventually, you feel his head rest on your shoulder, and he falls asleep on you.

You ease Tomura into your lap.

"There we go," you whisper, "you're safe now,"

Little did you know he's wide awake, smiling to himself and nuzzling his head closer to you. The sound of soft purring fills your ears as he drifts off into the most peaceful sleep.

He's pretty disgruntled when he wakes up alone. Where have you gone? Shigaraki doesn't have to wonder for long when you come back with a plate of food.

"Hey, are you hungry?" you ask, setting a plate of food on the table next to him.

He nods, digging in right away. You watch him eat like a man starved. Honestly, he might have been. He puts the plate down and moves closer to you. He's beginning to trust you more and more.

"Tomura, ” you say, “I have to put a collar on you now, just in case you get lost, ok?” you push some hair out of his face, “id be so sad if I lost you, ”

“fine, meow” he mumbles.

Truthfully his heart is melting at the thought. That you aren’t embarrassed by him, that you want to keep him safe and close to you. When you click the collar into place he hugs you, tugging at your shirt.

It’s shocking how fast he’s becoming comfortable with you but definitely pleasing. The next few days are calm, spent lounging around the house. He‘s getting so trusting with you. He occasionally pushes his head beneath your hand so you scratch his head. He always denies it, though; he has a tough-guy exterior to keep up.

However, something changes within him. He feels a strange warmth, not a necessarily bad feeling, around you. Tomura knows what cats were supposed to do. They are supposed to cuddle and play with their owners. Should he be doing that? Should he act like a “normal cat”? He concludes that you don’t want that at all. The lack of cat toys, a cat tree, and you allowing him to eat at the table solidify that.

However, he does want to cuddle. He tries to cuddle like all the time. But you have work, and you get tired, and you run errands, and he becomes sad. Tomura knows you have a life outside of him, but you really shouldn't. He should be your only priority. When Christmas break finally rolls around, and you start spending more time at the house, he's elated.

He has internet access, of course. He needs it to play his video games! But it was restricted. You don’t want your little kitty to see things he’s not supposed to. He starts to like watching movies too. At first, they‘re action movies with lots of blood and fighting, which you don’t necessarily agree with, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. He slowly gets bored with them and stumbles across a romance movie.

Tomura becomes engrossed in them. He loves watching the couple fall in love and be happy. One movie, in particular, weirds him out. It looks like they were taking off their clothes. They start kissing and making strange noises. He doesn't like it one bit, it makes his cheeks feel hot, and his cock gets semi-hard. He turns it off immediately.

It doesn’t take long for him to forget about it and keep watching different ones. Soon he finds some similarities between him and the main character. The way they feels around their love interest is the same way he feels around you. Is he in love with you?! It seems so and you have just recently come to the same conclusion as him.

Soon he’s all over you, following you everywhere. Tomura pushes open your door every night and snuggling up to you. He’ll purr and nuzzle into you, happy sighs escaping him. Whenever he “accidentally” wakes you up, you never get mad at him. You just cuddle him and talk all night, giggling and talking until you both fall asleep.

Oddly enough, you‘re oblivious to his feelings for you. Whenever he cuddles with you, you hold back the urge to kiss him on the lips. You don’t want him to feel awkward around you. Soon he starts acting strange without any change in behavior from you. He stops coming in your room at night and wont come out of his room.

You don't want to be overbearing, so you give him space...for a while. Meanwhile, in his room, Tomura is lying naked on the bed, panting and sweating. He feels strange, just like he did when he was watching that movie. He doesn't understand what‘s happening to his body but when he humps his pillow it feels like an itch is being scratched. The first time he cums he‘s terrified and lets out a scared “meow!”

But it feels so good. The feeling doesn't go away, so he decides the only solution is to keep humping. Soon he‘s limp but still grinding his hips on the poor pillow. He takes deep whiffs of your sweater, huffing it like a drug. His tongue is lolling out of his mouth and his eyes are rolling back in his head. He‘s starting to hurt down there but he just can't stop cumming.

Oh, why can't he reach the phone you left in his room? Why is his voice too hoarse to call out to you? Tomura is scared. He can’t eat or sleep. Sweat has soaked into the mattress and his poor little cock is starting to hurt. You‘re getting worried too so you wander up to his room and callout to him, pressing your ear to the door.

“y/n meow,” he calls out hoarsely, almost a whisper.

All you can hear are desperate whines and moans. Is Tomura...in heat? Oh, your poor kitty is probably in so much pain! You have to help him, so you open the door and see him. It is a pathetic (yet erotic) sight. He looks so desperate. He‘s crying and looks so scared. Tomura just whines and reaches out to you even though he‘s far away.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you whisper.

You walk over to him and scoop him up, sitting him on your lap. He continues to try and hump you, but you can tell how much his poor dick hurts. You hug him tightly, feeling guilty that you took so long to check on him.

Tomura tugs at your shirt, he can't figure out why he wants you to take off your clothes, but he does. You oblige, ready to do anything your sweet kitten wants. When he sees your top half naked, he feels his cock beg for you. He starts to tug aimlessly at your pants, and you take them off, once again, all too eager to please.

He doesn't have any sexual knowledge, but he has instincts, pure carnal instincts that tell him just how to breed his mate’s tight pussy. Tomura grabs your hips, his claws accidentally puncturing the skin. You yelp as he pulls you on top of him. When he slams you down onto his long fat cock he doesn't get the rush of pleasure he expected.

He's hit with an extreme amount of pain and lets out a panicked meow. You lift yourself off of him quickly, and Tomura misses the feeling of your cunt even though it caused him so much pain. He paws at you, but you keep him from shoving himself in you again.

“Tomura,” you say softly, “you need to calm down; you're hurting yourself,”

“Meow! need!” he cries.

“So needy,” you mutter, “youre just gonna hurt yourself,”

“Don’t care! Need!” he begs.

“Hold on,” you say, getting up and ignoring the insistent pawing at your shirt as he whines.

You rifle through your drawers until you find the dildo you got and the free strap-on attachment that came with it. You smile and gran some lube; this is exactly what you need for your pretty kitty. He watches with curious eyes and blown out pupils due to pure lust.

“Let's give your poor cock a break,” you say.

He nods, but where are you going to put that? You climb onto the bed with him, and he hugs you, sucking on your tit. He feels so at peace. Your boobs are so soft and pretty. He wants to stay like this forever. But when Tomura feels those nimble fingers of yours start to trail across his lower back just above his ass he shivers.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses across your chest; he lets them get sloppy and wet as you rub his back.

“Need,” he whispers again, eyes half-lidded.

You tilt Tomura’s head up and give him his first proper kiss. He's seen this in movies and knows you're supposed to say “I love you” after...right? He doesn't know the full meaning of the three little words he's about to say.

“I love you y/n,” he says when you pull away.

“I love you too,” you say, taken aback just a bit.

He gives you a love-drunk smile and tries to rut against your thigh but yelps again, remembering how sensitive he is.

“C’mere pretty kitty,” you coo, “lay on your back for me,”

He nods and lays on his back, painfully aware of how exposed he is to your careful, calculating eyes. He starts purring when you muzzle your head into his neck. Are you going to mark him?! Do you really want him to be your mate?! Oh, he hopes so! He smiles, and his breathing picks up, but his ears flatten on his head when you pull away.

“No mate meow?” Tomura asks, face falling.

For the first time all day, he feels his cock soften sadly. He doesn't understand the look of confusion on your face and tears up a bit.

“I'm not sure I understand,” you say, brushing some hair out of his face and feeling guilty when you see his teary eyes.

“I want you to mark me,” he says, bottom lip quivering, “please meow?”

Your eyes widen, “oh,” maybe you did learn something useful in school, “of course honey,”

You lean down again, unsure of how hard to bite his neck. You can tell exactly where you're supposed to bite. A strong musky smell radiates from the side of his neck and you decide to sink your teeth in until you break skin. When you do, he sighs happily at the feeling of your admittedly dull teeth (in comparison to his) in his neck.

“Mate,” he purrs.

You pull away when you can tell he's satisfied. He pulls you in for another kiss, tasting some of his blood on your tongue. He doesn't notice your fingers traveling to the bottle of lube on the bed and pumping some onto your fingers. He does notice when you start to rub around where you're not supposed to.

“Hey! What are you doing, meow?!” Tomura says, squirming at the strange new sensation.

When you find your mark and circle his asshole, any objections he just made the in the past. When he feels your finger begin to sink into his tight hole, he sighs happily. He isn't supposed to be the one getting penetrated, but he can't help how much he loves the feeling of your finger wiggling around inside of him.

When you add in another finger, he meows happily, grinding on your fingers. All this pleasure without the pain, what has he done to deserve this? To deserve you? Tomura’s back arches as he moves his hips; he can feel himself coming to a different kind of climax, but you pull away right when he's on the edge.

He looks up at you with pleading eyes and trembling thighs. He sees you putting that strange liquid on something much larger and gulps. He feels his asshole gape around nothing, waiting for something to fill it up.

“Is that going inside me, meow?” he asks nervously.

“It won't hurt,” you say, cupping his face, “i promise,”

Tomura gulps but nods. He trusts you. When the head of the dildo pushes into him he's tense and panting already.

“You have to relax,” you whisper in his ear, “be a good boy and relax,”

He tries, letting the nervous knot in his stomach untangle. His breathing slows as you push in more of the dildo. It starts to feel good, having you in some of him, and it's even better when the head of the dildo hits a spot that makes him mewl. He wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you down to him, causing you to poke his prostate again.

He moans and buries his face in your neck, purring loudly. You start to move your hips at an agonizingly slow pace. You worm your arms under him and hold him close while you help him adjust. He's planting and mewling happily.

“Love you,” he moans, “I love you so much y/n,”

“I love you too, Tomura,” you whisper, kissing the shell of his ear.

“It's so good,” he groans, “you're amazing meow. The perfect mate,”

“Yeah?” you say, too focused to respond.

He nods, “the best ever,”

You keep thrusting, speeding up just a bit. That makes Tomura yelp happily. His tongue lolls out as he smiles. There's not one thought behind those beautiful red eyes—just pure pleasure. It's taking over his entire body and he can't help but meow happily.

He likes to think of himself as more refined than most hybrids. More human, but all he can think of now is how wonderful being your little kitty is.

“I'm gonna cum,” he whimpers, “gonna cum, meow”

His dick quivers, and his asshole clenches as cum spurts out of him, but it's still not enough. To satiate his desires, he needs to be inside of you when he cums. When you pull out of him slowly and remove the strap on, he bites the bullet and plunges into you, ignoring the pain that makes him sob and absolutely hammers into you.

You're helpless underneath him as he has his way with you. You can't deny how good he feels inside of you. Tomura hates how long he's lasting. He needs to get this over with, although having you cum on his cock would be pretty nice. When he feels you worm your fingers down to your clit he starts to be thankful he hasn't lost his mind and cum yet.

That look on your face makes him so happy. He wants you to be happy. He wants you to cum, so he holds out until you milk his cock with your cunt. And when he lets go it's heavenly. The itch has been scratched, and he collapses on top of you, purring as his tail twitches. You scratch behind his ears to help him get some much-needed rest.

It works nearly immediately, and your sweet kitty is asleep in mere minutes. You love Tomura more than you can put into words, and he loves his pretty little mate. His adorable little y/n.

#fluff #mha shigaraki #mha tomura #tomura x y/n #tomura imagine #tomurashigaraki #tomura fluff #tomura smut #tomura x reader #tomura shiragaki #shigaraki tomura #bnha tomura #tomura x you #boku no hero academia tomura #tenko smut #shigaraki tenko #tenko x reader #shigaraki fluff #shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #boku no hero academia shigaraki #bnha shigaraki

[pocasu]

have you made a yuu? if so, let's hear about them! and ofc about their relationships with the other characters?

haha yes i have! i know i don't talk about nabi (HE/they) enough anymore for people to remember, but he's still very near and dear to me :]

this is my newest design ref of nabi, i'll also include a bio and trivia below!

Nabi Yuu (유나비)

Nationality: Korean

Age: 16

Birthday: February 22 (Pisces)

Height: 177cm

Class: 1-A (Student No. 30)

Favorite foods: tteokbokki (and spicy foods in general)

Least favorite: none in particular

Profile:

Sharp-tongued and chic, Nabi Yuu is the long-suffering caretaker of Ramshackle Dorm. He was an active model before being transported to the world of Twisted Wonderland. Despite his complaints, Nabi cares deeply for his friends and won't ever hesitate to help them out in a tight spot.

Trivia:

Nabi's birthday is on Japan's Cat Day, and his name also holds a double entendre in Korean to refer to both a butterfly and a cat.

His athleticism isn't bad... for the first minute or so. That's about when his stamina tanks.

Nabi is very prone to overheating, so he opted to ditch the uniform blazer

His natural hair color is black (like his eyes), but it takes a good few months for sanbaka to notice. The longetivity of hairdye in this world is a marvel of its own.

Sanbaka also thought his first name was Yuu until they exchanged Magicam IDs before winter holiday.

Due to being raised by his traditional grandparents, Nabi is not well-versed in pop culture and also struggles with handling technology.

The Yuu grandparents are Buddhist, and his prayer beads are from them. Nabi himself isn't extremely devout.

He is aware that Crowley isn't trying particularly hard to find him a way back home, but for some reason he doesn't seem to mind.

Character Relationships: (there's obvs a lot so i'll try to condense it LOL)

Sanbaka: Nabi is kind to the weak, and harsh to the unruly. With that being said, Deuce is often treated with significantly more grace than Ace and Grim.

Malleus: OH BOY COULD I WRITE A TRUCKLOAD. I enjoy him and Nabi either platonic or otherwise; for me it's two lonely people who were able to approach each other without any prejudices and form a connection.

Epel: Country boys with close ties to their meemaws UNITE

Jack: "Look like delinquents but are actually studious" solidarity

Vil: Nabi admires Vil both as a model, and for confidently living a life true to herself.

Leona: It's like a kitten standing fearlessly in the face of a lion

Cater: Spicy food lovers! And Nabi is able to recognize that Cater's cheerful demeanor is sometimes a mask, due to his own past.

Azul: Initially held animosity towards him for obvious reasons. After Azul's overblot, Nabi recognizes his tenacity to fight back against his former life. Azul loathes that Floyd calls Nabi "Little Shrimpy" despite the latter being 1cm taller than him.

#sorry for taking a while! #poca asks #sweat anon #twisted rhythm #nabi #pocasu ocs #edit: WHAT DO U MEANNNN THAT SENT AS ANON. ESTELLA MY GOOD FRIEND ESTELLA #soapallo

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 4 Episode 3: Gang of Secret

(Spoilers below)

-So they just beat a villain, and Ladybug is acting SUS. Like she doesn't Want to leave yet. Hmm

-Chat noir YOU SLICK MOFO. (I dare not ruin it, because I am laughing at it)

-She is still not over her break up. So I guess Lukanette stans, get whatever remains of your juice while its there.

-Ladybug ... sweetie. Do you need a hug? Cause you look like you need a hug.

-Chat noir realizing his idea was NOT very smart after that.

-Ladybug ruining experiences for a LOT of couples today

-Chat noir trying to help, but Ladybug aint telling him

-They are going swimming now. Chat noir for once, is not thrilled about hanging out with Ladybug... thats a YIKES.

-She has goggles and a towel, so she did go swimming.

-The Kwami see her in pain, QUICK, TEAR DOWN THE PHOTOS.

-She said no tho, but clearly sad about it.

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-So Alya is giving the girl posse the rundown on Marinette. Claiming she is lovesick.

-Rose thought they were cute, and Juleka says nothing. Is it wrong that I want Juleka to have an opinion? Whether positive OR negative

-Juleka is like "Yea, he is sad." shows picture of sad Luka. Though to be fair, that is a decent pic of him.

- So Alya is LAST to know. Double ouch.

-Marinette was crying in the bathroom, baby girl no!

-MARINETTE OMG! HOW DOES SHE HAVE THAT?!

-Alya out here trying to be a good friend. By showing Marinette she has support. (She aint even mad that she was last to find out. She is more concerned about her friend)

-THEY HAVE A SECRET HANDSHAKE!

-They calling her now

-She didn't answer. She is too sad

-So she won't detransform and talk with tikki. Can I PLEASE give her a hug. She needs it.

-Yo... Marinette has zero concern for herself and only detransformed when she thought it was causing strain on Tikki.

-Mylene offering friendship bracelets. Never change dear.

-Okay so are they witches now?

-Alix is like 'Can I not be in a ritual, Id rather give her some juice'

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-Marinette sad cause Ladybug can't have a boyfriend. Cause even if she dated Adrien, it would be the same as it was with Luka.... Tikki knows that aint true but can't say why. UGH! This is pain

-Did Tikki just confirm Kwami can't fall in love? NO! MY CHEESECAKE!

-OH S***! So now she gonna be Perma ladybug?!

-So the girls showed up as soon as ladybug left. This isn't good.

-And of course Marinette is TOO GOOD at making s***, so they curious about the new dollhouse

-OH S*** THAT WAS CLOSE!

-And things going to s*** in 10, 9, 8

-Oh no... this... this is not good. Marinette sweetie no. No please.

-Look can we take a second and APPRECIATE HOW HARD ALYA AND THE GIRLS ARE GOING FOR MARINETTE! Did the writers see all of the alya salt and say 'Yea f*** that noise'? Cause I feel like they did.

-Okay so I know Marinette just didn't want to expose her secret... but damn girl... THAT was harsh.

-Marinette literally going scorched earth for being Ladybug... Okay, this episode PHYSICALLY hurts me. SHE DOESNT MEAN IT GIRLS. PLEASE DONT HATE HER.

-Shadowmoth could you not. Like seriously?! COULD YOU F***ING NOT! MY BABY GIRL IS IN PAIN AND I WILL GO THROUGH MY SCREEN AND [Redacted]

-And then you'll have to f*** sideways.

-So first 5 way akumatization

-So can we talk about how the last 3 akuma were after the secrets of Marinette. well 2, but the other one was Adrien. But still. A Lot of Hawkmoth saying 'F*** this individual in particular'

-THEY JUST WANT HER TO STAY THEIR FRIEND! OMG I CANT EVEN BE MAD.

-I wish I could understand Juleka. Can someone please just translate with what she is saying. It was funny in truth, but I want to know

-OH Timebreaker and Horrificator are BACK. Yay, I missed them

-Just realized how AMAZING their Gang of akuma are. Like damn, thats like a super team of evil. Yea sure

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-Not to nitpick, but Marinette, you should have led with that box.

-TRIXX IS GONNA USE HIS POWERS OMG FINALLY! A PURE KWAMI POWER. We haven't seen that since Plagg.

-Damn that was a really boss illusion trixx. But question, how was that out of control? Like if anything, that was BETTER then when the user used it.

-Trixx makes a really good point. WHY DOES HE NEED A HOLDER AGAIN?!

-OH, HE WAS LYING. EVERYTHING LOOKS F***ING BANANAS.

-Trixx is now my second favorite Kwami.

-PLAGG! MY SON! HE IS IN THE EPISODE! I MISSED HIM. Also, surprisingly knows.

-Plagg cares about other Kwami.

-Adrien just chilling, watching tv. XD

-Timebreaker casually committing murder

-Hold it, Okay so why are so many people in school right now? Ivan is there, chloé and Sabrina? Oh my tomato son too. Can someone tell me wtf is up with this school schedule?

-Fragrance/Reflekta Power combo is amazing.

-Wow, this gang is MEGA DANGEROUS

-So yea Ladybug. Maybe... idk... TALK WITH CHAT NOIR ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS!?

-So they really gotta plan this time.

-Ladybug smart to disarm Ladywifi.

-Ladybug trying to get lady wifi to fight the akuma. This is touching

-SHE DID IT! ALYA BROKE FREE! LIKE A MOTHERF***ING BOSS.

-No, shadow moth, you's a b***

-Loving this Alya- Ladybug friendship

-Chat noir looking boss by fighting 3 akuma at once while on the phone. Chat noir Leveled up.

-So Ladybug can now pull the miraculous out of anywhere because she has guardian status. Thats a cool trick. Makes it much easier.

-Thats a secret tho, Alya got trusted with a big secret.

-RENA ROUGE IN THE HOUSE!

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-And Chat noir is captured... but in his defense. He did have to fight 4 at once this time. So that took longer than usual. So no shame kitty. You did well.

-Lucky charm is an inner tube

-Clever illusion. POINTS! Using the goal of the akuma to distract. Alya gets gull points!

-WOW! REALLY CLEVER ILLUSION.

-Ladybug suave catch of rose tho.

-So that was probably the best Group akuma attack since Heroes day (and honestly it probably tops it)

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-Marinette patches things up with her friends. That is a relief. She was able to somewhat explain her issues up to the point. Without spilling the details.

-Marinette has some really good friends.

-Alya knows that not everything has been told... Hold on DONT TELL ME.

-Oh wow, Marinette is breaking down.... My poor baby girl is hurting real bad.

-OH S*** SHE SAID IT! SHE TOLD HER! SHE TOLD ALYA!

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wow this episode... This one hurt. This one hurt a LOT. But also, it was really good.

Okay so, 10/10.

I haven't been this enthralled with an episode in a long time.

Are there one or two nitpicks? Absolutely.

Do I wish somethings were not mentioned? A little bit.

Am I glad Alya knows? Out of everyone, she is the second person I wanted Marinette to tell.

(The first one being chat noir, but lets face it, we kind of knew that won't be happening for a while.)

So can Alya salt stop now? Cause Alya CLEARLY showed how much of a motherf***ing boss she is.

But damn I didn't feel this emotional since Chat blanc.

I DONT EVEN CARE THAT THE AKUMA WERE REPEATS.

That was OBJECTIVELY, one of the best episodes in the entire series.

This made me rethink my favorite episode. THATS HOW GOOD IT WAS.

Season 4, You keep doing what you are doing. Your writing (minus some very minor nitpicks) has been pretty damn good.

#ml #ml spoilers #ml gang of secrets #miraculous ladybug #gale reviews #my heart #I cant #I CANT EVEN #marinette dupain cheng