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upsteadhq · 3 years

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butterfly kisses - 2

prompt: i always wanted to write this, but the fic was from hailey’s pov so it wouldn’t work... it works now. the unseen jay and macie bits from chapter 41 of “another life” where they are both have a stomach bug

yes this did become a collection. and this is a long one. this will be how it is, some might be little drabbles, some will be meaty, i can’t help it.

also posted on ff.net and AO3, @/halstexds

Once Hailey had bid her farewells and got out of the front door, Jay took a slow turn on his heels and padded back out into the kitchen.

Macie was sitting at the dining table, slowly picking at the toast Hailey had made before rushing out the house for work and Jay felt his heart break a little. He knew how she was feeling, and maybe she was a bit hungrier than he was at this moment - just the thought of having something to eat now made him start to feel nauseous - but if this was the same stomach bug they were sharing, Jay knew Macie must have felt pretty bad.

And of all days for her to get sick, it had to be her birthday.

He didn't like the fact he was sick, but he'd take away the feeling from Macie in a heartbeat if it were possible.

He joined her at the table, sitting down in the seat beside her. Macie looks up tiredly from her plate and at him.

"Do you wanna some of my toast?" She offers, tilting her head to the side slightly.

Jay shakes his head slowly, a quick movement would only pile on to the dizziness. "I'm okay, baby, you eat it."

Macie moves her gaze down to the table and pushes the plate away from her. "I'm not hungry now." She mumbles.

Jay glances at the plate, seeing the fact she had barely eaten a corner of the bread. He can feel his face drop a little because this wasn't like her - Macie didn't leave anything unfinished. Ever. She'd usually be the one to clean up after everyone else.

He nods though, and grabs the plate into his hand. "That's okay, you don't have to eat any more." He reassures her with a weak smile.

Jay takes the plate into the kitchen leisurely, throwing away the uneaten food before moving to put the plate in the dishwasher. Opening the front shows that in the chaos of last night, they had forgotten to put the dishwasher on for a cycle, so the dinner plates from last night were still in there. The memory of Macie only getting two bites into her dinner before promptly throwing up all over herself and subsequently the night that followed fills his head and it takes everything in his being not to gag right there and then.

He slams the dishwasher door shut and treads to the sink instead; the plate had just been used for toast, it wasn't like it needed to go in the cycle.

On the opposite end of the room, Macie slid herself off of the chair and walked over to Jay, dragging her blanket along the floor behind her. She stopped at his feet and looked up at him. "Daddy, is aunties and uncles coming later?" She asks.

Jay looks back down at her sadly and with a sigh he replies. "Not while we're sick."

At that it was as if someone had shattered her heart into a thousand pieces. She lacked the energy to question why her aunts and uncles weren't allowed to come over that night like they were supposed to as she'd been up all night, so she just fell into tears.

Jay feels a stab to his chest watching her cry out so he does all he can think of doing in that moment, lifting her up into his arms and hugging her tightly.

Macie fit right into Jay's torso. Height had never really been a strong suit for her, a trait among many the girl got from her mother. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, clinging on to him like a sloth.

"I don't like being sick." She snivels into the neck of his shirt.

Jay rests his cheek against her forehead, the heat radiating off of it burning against his skin. "Me neither, but you're okay now, it's all over. And aunties and uncles will come over as soon as they can, and we'll do your birthday properly, I promise."

They stay there for a minute, Macie doesn't move and Jay doesn't peel her away, he instead just soaks in the moment. With each passing day Macie became more and more independent, she had always been independent, and moments like this were becoming fewer and farther between.

It felt like yesterday that Macie fit between the tip of his finger and his elbow, scarcely stretching out the length of his forearm, and at the same time it felt like a lifetime ago. The last four years had been four of the longest, most challenging years of his life, there had been ups and downs everywhere and moments that tested the limits, but at the same time it felt like the last four years had flown by in the blink of an eye.

It took him a long time to be okay with the fact that his daughter was no longer the tiny, defenseless preemie she had once been, but rather a strong, slightly headstrong child. And maybe even now he still isn't totally okay with the fact she is growing up so fast, but he was coming to terms with it.

And as he thinks about it, this time four years ago he and Hailey had no idea what was in store for them on that day. It had started as such an ordinary day, but it ended with the start of a three-night stay at Med and weeks of uncertainty.

Jay's brought out of his thoughts when Macie speaks against his neck again.

"Daddy, my tummy hurts." She murmurs.

Jay nods, quickly glancing down to make sure she still had a grip on the blanket before he walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. He placed her down on the couch and fixed the blanket on top of her, telling her he'll be right back, then lightly kissed her forehead.

He goes all the way upstairs and grabs the bowl left on the bed from the night before. After Macie's first instance at the dining table, Jay had gone to bed feeling rough and Hailey had brought it up for him in case he couldn't make it downstairs to the bathroom. The second time Jay threw up was when the bowl was used and cleaned up and Macie was given the bowl shortly after her third time in case she got sick again while Hailey followed Jay down to the bathroom on his third round. It hadn't been used again, and Macie fell asleep hugging it, and it had been left behind when the morning started.

Jay brings it back down to Macie, who takes it with a nod.

"I aim like a game." She says as she rests the bowl on top of her stomach.

Jay furrows his eyebrows together, asking her what she meant while sitting down beside her.

Macie just stares at the plastic utensil as she replies. "That's what Mommy said. That if I get sick again I aim like a game."

The words became clearer and Jay rested his hand on Macie's arm, rubbing it softly. "Yeah, you do that."

Macie repositions herself on the couch, lying down with her head on Jay's side, her knees brought up close by her chest with the bowl in the gap.

She snuggles herself in closer. "Can we watch Toy Story?"

Jay feels a smile pull up on his lips because it was only a matter of time before she asked. "Yes we can, Mae." He replies, already moving to retrieve the remote.

The movie is switched on and within the first ten minutes Macie's breaths against his side even out and with one quick glance, Jay finds her fast asleep.

He moves his hand and pulls the blanket further up, covering her shoulder and let's himself sink into the couch a little more. The nauseous feeling had shrunk down but his head still hurt, and the extra warmth coming from Macie made him feel as though he was burning up. He allowed the movie to become background noise as he closed his eyes, the heaviness sinking in and after a minute he felt as though he couldn't open his eyes again.

It only took another few minutes for sleep to take him again, and everything shut out.

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Jay felt himself waking up at every movement or noise Macie made, eyes widening open to make sure she was okay, that she wasn't getting sick again.

He wasn't sure how long he was doing that for. At some point the movie finished and the colorful posters of what to watch next faded along the screen, but he didn't have the energy to reach for the remote to turn the TV off.

As the screen was going through at least it's third cycle of the same pictures, Macie started squirming beside him. Like he had done every other time, Jay bolts his eyes open to check if she was alright. She shifted a few more times before blinking open. She wasn't fully awake, and she seemed to move without thinking. It was as if she was moving in her sleep.

Macie grabbed her blanket and balled it up into her hand and kneeled forward. One leg swung over Jay's waist and she positioned herself, curling up and resting her head on his chest. She fixed the blanket to lay over both of them, and then she was out again, Jay following quickly behind her footsteps.

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When Jay woke up again, he noted the lack of light coming from the entire house. It was pitch dark outside and he widened his eyes to find Macie was still asleep on his chest in exactly the same position she had been earlier - much earlier in fact.

He tried not to move because he knew how much this sleep would do Macie good, but he also knew she needed to get something into her system, as she hadn't since this morning. He decided to let her sleep a little longer and he leaned his head against the backboard of the couch, staring up at the dark ceiling.

While he was awake, Jay had some time to think. He couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to make a happy memory for Mae to remember about this day. The last thing he wanted was for her entire day to be getting sick over and over again, the countless showers she had overnight or watching Hailey take away most of the blankets and stuffed animals in a laundry basket to clean them up.

And then he remembers a video he watched a while back. The video was of this father getting all dressed up, presumably to go on a date. When he went to collect his date however, it was his daughter, all dressed up to match, and the two of them went out. He also remembers thinking about how much he'd love to do that with Macie.

Jay spent a beat thinking about it, whether or not it was a good idea. The thought of eating still made his stomach churn in all the wrong ways, but he knew Macie would love it, and that's all that mattered.

So rather than waiting for her to wake up, Jay softly moved her from him, placing her stomach down where he had been so it would still be warm in the hopes that the change wouldn't wake her up, and tiptoed out of the room.

His first stop was the kitchen, pulling the door closed behind him before switching on the light. He searched through the cabinets as quietly as possible, finding a couple tins of soup. The thought of eating still made him feel nauseous but Hailey swore on it - that and ginger cookies - when she was pregnant. He grabbed everything and left it on the side so he wouldn't forget it later.

The next stop was Macie's bedroom. Hailey had left the window and door open to air out the room before she left that morning but there was still a distant smell of vomit and bleach lingering in the air. Her bed was stripped back and the room was a slight mess, and all Jay could think about was the crime scene he and Hailey rushed into at 1AM that morning. There was also an intense draft coming in through the window that made him fiercely shiver, so on his way to the closet he shut the window, cutting off that sharp January chill.

In Macie's closet he found the dress she had picked out to wear today and he grabbed it, taking it back out of the room with him.

The penultimate stop was the main bedroom. He put Mae's dress on the bed and turned on the light, rounding the bed to his side when he spotted his phone on the bedside table. In a momentary detour to the original plan, he lit up the screen, displaying the time and a message.

He wasn't really surprised to see that it was 5PM, given the drastic change in lighting, however it couldn't have been any later than nine-thirty when they fell asleep. What he was surprised by was the message alert from Kim.

(13:27 - Kim) Hey Jay, Hailey's pretty swamped with paperwork doing this acting sergeant thing so I'm checking in instead. Hope you two are feeling better now, and make sure to give Mae lots of happy birthdays from all of us, we'll see you soon. If I don't get a reply, I'm assuming you're asleep so I'm sorry if this wakes you. Get better soon!

He types back a response while he remembers to do so, apologizing for taking so long to reply back.

(17:06 - Jay) Hi Kim, sorry I've only just got the message, I left my phone upstairs and we've both been asleep for a while. We're on the mend, there hasn't been any more episodes and Mae is still crashed on the couch. I've only just woken up too, so hopefully we've slept the rest of it off. I'll make sure to give Mae the messages when she wakes up, thanks for checking in

Jay puts the phone back down and continues with why he was in here, approaching his own closet and digging inside it. He eventually found what he was looking for and he pulled it out, deciding now was as good a time as any to change.

The suit was cold at first, the warmth of the shirt and sweats gone, and it brought another shiver down his spine, but once he got moving again it heated up. He fixed his hair, having not touched it since the day before and in a split second decision he put on cologne. Jay then grabbed his phone and slid it into his pocket whilst slinging the dress over his arm, turning the light off again on his exit. On the way back down the stairs he made one final stop in the bathroom and grabbed the hairbrush from the sink.

The living room was still silent when he made it back down there, so he turned the light on, the sharp change in setting brings a noise out of Macie.

She stretched out across the couch, grunting slightly as her eyes opened. Macie looks around very confused, the change in time much more dramatic to her. Jay smiles when he sees the pinkness in her cheeks and the parts of her hair sticking up in various different places.

"Good morning." Jay jokes, because this is usually exactly how Macie would waddle into their room first thing in the morning to greet them after learning to crack the stairgate, while she wipes the sleep from her eyes.

Macie's attention on Jay doesn't last long when she glances at the TV and sees how it was now black. "What's happened to Toy Story?" She asks, a whine clear in her voice.

Jay somehow has to stifle back a yawn and chuckles slightly. "You fell asleep, Mace, it's finished."

She sits up straight, pointing to the TV. "I wanna it again."

He nods. "Okay, I'll put it on again but I wanna do something with you, okay?"

The burst of energy that came with the long sleep meant that Macie bobbed herself on the couch with excitement about the movie being put back on.

"Yes! Watch Toy Story!" She cheered.

Jay turned it back on and hit replay, Macie letting out another loud cheer when it started playing. It was only when Jay sat next to her that she noticed the hairbrush and Macie's eyes all but bulged out of the sockets.

She whimpered, putting her hands on top of her head. "I don't want hair brush." She scoots a little further away.

He was glad to see she had perked up a little, but he definitely didn't have the energy to chase around after her. "I promise to do it gently."

She still looked hesitant, and she didn't move. "Why you dressed like that?" She questions, changing the subject.

"Because I've got a surprise for you," Jay teases, getting Macie's attention instantly. "But I have to brush your hair for the surprise."

Macie jumped back over to him, sitting on his lap and watched the movie while Jay tidied her hair up a little.

Halfway through the process of pinning the front of her hair up and out of her face, Macie turned her head sharply to the side. "What's the surprise?" She asks, trying to look at Jay, messing up the placement of her hair.

Jay used one hand to keep hold of the two parts and the other to turn her head back straight. "I'll tell you in a minute."

She stays quiet for another beat before turning back to face him. "Daddy, can I have drink?"

"Yes of course, just a second, okay?" He wonders, turning her head back. She nods in response and that's when he tells her to keep her head still.

He finishes up with that half of her hair and then pushes her back on to the couch, covering her legs with the blanket. He goes out to the kitchen and opens the medicine cabinet, finding the box of PediaLyte Hailey had bought before the holidays to prepare for the bugs the kids would surely come down with, mixing a strawberry packet with some water because the strawberry one was Macie's favorite. After a minute he brings it back through to Macie, who takes the cup graciously.

Jay can then continue with the bottom half of her hair without any more head spins. There wasn't much left to do, and to this point he had never really had a lot of practice with her hair, so he took strands and wrapped it around the handle of the hairbrush, hoping to curl it. Unwrapping the first bundle revealed a loose curl, only a little more obvious than the girl's natural curls, however it didn't stay very long.

Despite that, Jay kept going all the way around until there was a set of very loose curls.

The moment Jay finished, Macie spun her head back around to face him. "What's the surprise?" She asks again, curiosity beaming on her features.

Jay smirks. "You'll see," he responds and that seems to only fuel Mae's interest. "I'm gonna go into the kitchen again and finish getting the surprise ready, you stay in here and watch Toy Story." He tells her.

Macie nods and takes a gulp from her bottle, inhaling the contents like it was air and Jay feels his heart clamp slightly because she had been so desperate for a drink, but the lack of sleep had her crash so hard without having the chance.

Jay takes back off into the kitchen, getting a pot set on the stove to warm up the soup. While that was heating up he set the table, getting out two of the plates reserved for the holidays, placing them in their usual spots at the table. He lit the candles and made sure they were far enough away from Mae's seat she wouldn't be able to pull them over or burn herself, stirring the soup every once in a while. Once that was done, he served it in the bowls and set them on the table, popping a few slices of bread in the toaster to give Macie's soup time to cool down enough. A few minutes later, the toast was set on the table too and it was complete.

Jay called for Macie and he heard Toy Story come to pause before the sound of Macie's quick footsteps ran down the hall closer to the kitchen.

Mae opened the door and paused, looking at the table. "Wow!" She exclaimed, running up for a closer look.

Jay put his hand out to stop her before she sat on her chair. "Be careful, there's candles, those will hurt if they fall."

Macie bobs her head and then knits her eyebrows together. "Is this the surprise?" She wonders.

"Uh-huh," he replies, Macie breaking out in a grin. "It's a Macie-Daddy date. Just the two of us. You like it?"

"Yeah!" She shouts, jumping up and down.

Jay chuckles at the excitement prior to helping her into her chair. He tucked it under the table for her. "Would you like another drink?" He questions, noting the almost empty bottle in her hand.

"Yes please."

Jay takes the bottle back from her and fills it up, this time with just water, taking it back to Macie. He then sits down and helps her with her first spoon of the soup to make sure she didn't spill it down herself so early on.

After a quiet minute, Macie looks back up at Jay. "Thank you, Daddy, I love this," she says, bringing a smile onto Jay's lips. "This the best birthday ever."

"I'm glad, kiddo. Happy birthday." Jay replies softly, his heart warm at the fact that this had turned Mae's birthday around.

Four… Where did the time go? He asks himself in his head as he watches her successfully get the spoon into her mouth without spilling a drop, and he chuckles again when she cheers at the accomplishment.

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sarahjtv · 3 years

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BNHA Chapter 327 Spoiler Analysis: Home Sweet Home

OH MY GOD, GUYS!!! DEKU GETS A BATH!!!! 🎉🛁 🧼 My broccoli boy finally gets squeaky clean, gets some sleep, and we finally get some R&R time with the Class 1-A kids. It’s not close to the happy-go-lucky days of old, but it’s some time with the kids nonetheless. I’m glad Horikoshi put some heart and humor in this chapter because god knows we needed it. But, let’s be real, this is the calm before the storm:

The chapter starts off with what everyone and Horikoshi has been wanting for Deku since he went on his mission: A motherfuckin’ bath 🛀 🧼🛁! Kaminiari and Kirishima lead the Class 1-A boys to carry Deku into their side of the UA Alliance bathhouse (looks real nice btw) and give him a good power-wash. The whole sequence is very comical! The boys are rushing in and poor Deku has this O_O face on him like “what is happening?” 😂 We also see some of the boys butt naked 😳 It’s clear that Horikoshi had fun drawing this thing and it was fun to read 💚

Bakugo is with them of course and you can actually see his scars from when Shigaraki stabbed him. He’s not bleeding, but you can see those scar patches on his skin. I’m curious of how fan artist are going to draw him from now on. I would like to see that fan art 👀

There’s also some bubble sfx coving Bakugo’s crotch and a translator said it might say dick or penis. I’m curious what the officials will say.

But, Bakugo being Bakugo is still aggressive towards his classmates. More playfully than before, but still. He reminds everyone that he still intends on being the best there is and that everyone is still his rivals (also friends, Bakugo). HE EVEN MAKES AN ATTEMPT TO CALL DEKU IZUKU! LIKE HE ALMOST SAID “DEKU” BUT HE CHANGED IT TO IZUKU AT THE LAST MINUTE! AND DEKU SAYS THAT CALLING HIM DEKU IS JUST FINE LIKE THAT ANGER THAT ORIGINATED FROM THE NICKNAME ISN’T THERE ANYMORE AND IT’S A FREINDLY NICKNAME BKDK FRIENDSHIP GROWTH YOU LOVE TO SEE IT 🧡💚

After Deku’s bath, he’s sitting in the commons talking to the rest of Class 1-A. Well, most of them. Mina tells Deku that Ochako and a few other students went to bed after everything became ok again. So, I definitely didn’t see Tsuyu, and it looks like Shoji, Aoyama, and Hagakare weren’t in this chapter either. Ochako I understand; her speech must’ve been emotionally taxing. Aoyama and Hagakare are the top suspects for being the traitor in the fandom and this isn’t helping their cases. I don’t know about Tsuyu and Shoji though. They’re both mutant-types, but characters like Ojiro or mutant-like people like Jiro, Mina or Tokoyami didn’t get outcasted. Horikoshi did hint that Shoji would be getting something soon. But, I really am just speculating here.

Now that Deku’s back, everyone has questions for him. Though I understand why, this has gotta be overwhelming for Deku. At least they’re not mad at him for hiding OFA. They seem very understanding actually.

Then my ❄️🔥 boy, Shoto Todoroki, comes in all handsome right out of the baths 💙 He’s drying his right side while you can see a steam cloud on his left. So, it is canon that Shoto drys himself naturally with his heat. His entrance is so pretty that even Mineta’s questioning it (shut up, Mineta, you’ll never be as beautiful as him). And yes, I might be a Shoto simp, don’t judge me I see y’all too 👀

Anyway, Shoto asks everyone to let Deku sleep since that was pretty much the whole reason they brought him back. Problem is, Deku can’t because he really needs to apologize to All Might for abandoning him. AND AFTER HE SAYS THAT THERE��S A DETAILED PANEL OF SHOTO POINTING TO ALL MIGHT LIKE “UH, MIDORIYA? HE’S RIGHT THERE” AND ALL MIGHT LOOKING FROM THE WINDOW LIKE A HORROR VILLAIN WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE 😭

All Might comes in and apologizes to Deku for not being able to support him when he needed it, but Deku says that All Might support him more than enough. Mina also scolds All Might for not saying anything when he left. She wants All Might to apologize to everyone for that. Though I’m glad Deku and All Might have reconciled (I honestly thought that last convo between them was going to be THE LAST for a hot minute), Mina has a point. All Might did bail on all of them without any warning. Kinda messed up in general.

All Might apologizes and he is going to fight with everyone regardless of his physical state so that he can see that flame continue to shine. However, he warns the kids that they got info on the villains and that the final decisive battle is coming soon. If the whole “Final Arc” thing hasn’t been hammered into your head, there you go. I’m also glad that Stain’s speech did end up motivating All Might further. Who knew?

So, All Might is off to help Endeavor since he’s got unfinished business to take care of. But, the kids are wondering why Endeavor (and probably Hawks) isn’t entering UA entirely yet. Shot reminds them that Endeavor is still connected to Dabi and that his presence alone would cause more discourse. People’s minds can’t change that easily. Shoto of all people would know.

As Deku FINALLY SLEEPS 💤 and Shoto puts a blanket over him (possibly warmed by his left side 🔥) 💙💚 Shoto acknowledges how his presence might be making people anxious too even though it’s not his fault at all (thank you, Kirishima for doubling down on this btw ❤️🪨). But, things are different and Shoto’s going to show that so that everyone can be at ease like he wants as a hero. There’s even this sweet small smile on his beautiful face as he says this. He’s grown so much and he’s pretty to boot I love him so much *HANDS IN FACE* 💙❄️🔥

EVEN KIRISHIMA’S CRYING FROM HOW MANLY SHOTO IS I LOVE THESE KIDS!!!!

And now Jiro steps up and says her piece. That she knows how hard it is to convince everyone to change their minds for the better. Like with those two critics from the Culture Fest. Even so, they accomplished this before, so she thinks they can do it again. She even gathers all the band members to emphasize on this. I love how Jiro uses her earphone jacks to rally the band and how she literally drags Bakugo by the shirt for a cute group shot. None of these kids are afraid of Bakugo anymore LOL 😂! Also, Momo is the tallest out of all of them in this line up shot (except for Bakugo who’s still being dragged on the ground). I think she’s roughly 5ft 6-7 inches? She’s the tallest of the girls I know that, but damn. She towers all of them. Even me... She’s also very pretty in this shot and it’s her birthday as I’m posting this, so happy b-day Momo ❤️

And we get a beautiful panel of Jiro leading everyone to make sure that they’ll go beyond with making everything better than it was before. We get a nice group shot of the rest of the class agreeing with her with a smile including Shoto with a small one (did I mention that I love him?) 💙💙💙 And Deku’s in the center still sleeping away. I hope he has good dreams *kisses forehead*💚 And go Jiro for stepping up to the plate too 💜! All these kids have grown so much. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.

Finally, the last pages show Endeavor, Hawks, and Best Jeanist going somewhere, maybe Tartarus. They got info out of Dr. Ujiko via polygraph and the Nomu Research Group at Central Hospital. They predict that they have 2 months until Shigaraki’s ready to go again, so they’ll need 1 month of preparation. But, the info Stain gave All Might gave them more info. His letter ended up being a personal letter to All Might (Stain really is that nuts...), but there was a microchip in the blade Stain left containing the security records from Tartarus. It’s not stated how this info affected the mission at hand, but it sounds like it has to do something with the time frame. So, I’m curious if they have less time to prepare or more? Given how this is the Final Arc, Imma say less.

Finally, the teaser asks “How are the villains moving?” I wonder if that means we’re switching to the villain’s next week. I would love to hang out with the kids more, but I would also like to know what our villains are up to. Like, where the hell is Himiko Toga? Is Spinner still questioning shit? What happened to Mr. Compress after he mauled himself to help Shigaraki and the others escape? Also I think we need more info on this dude’s backstory given he’s the grandson of the famous Robin Hood villain who’s name definitely didn’t escape me... 😐 Is Dabi laughing his ass off from the utter chaos he started? Is AFO still smiling like the evil mastermind he is? Is Shigaraki as crispy as he was earlier? I was going to ask about Twice but... 😭

So, yeah! Love this chapter. Really good transition chapter into whatever happens next. I’m kinda sad we didn’t see Deku fight off more past villains during his vigilante days. We got Muscular and Overhaul and I think that’s it? Didn’t see any of Overhaul’s minions or that teeth-blade villain (Fish-something?; he broke out, but we haven’t seen him since) or Re-Destro or his goons. I don’t count as Gentle or LaBrava as villains anymore and they were never truly evil to begin with. Regardless, it was a really cool arc to see a more dark side of Deku. I’m really glad Horikoshi made great use of his bunny hood and metal mask finally. Deku really did look demonic for some time. Also, seeing Deku badass is always a plus. And seeing the deconstruction of hero society and the possible reconstruction of it was really good too. Not everything is sunshine and rainbows, unfortunately, but we can do our best to make it that way.

I’m also glad that we finally got our kids back in top form. Not just being heroes, but being teenagers too. They all had great moments especially Iida, Ochako, and now Shoto as they should. But, Bakugo’s apology was peak for me. Over 320 chapters of development and build-up lead to that moment and it really is one of the best in the series. It lives in my head rent free.

So, we got 1-2 months in-manga-time until what is probably the final battle of the series. God, I can’t believe we’re actually nearing the end of this series. I started reading it back in 2018 when shit was rough for me. I found this series after listening to the music and reading the hype around it. I watched the show then I read the manga and it really helped me. Saved me from a dark place actually. I will miss this series when it’s done and I will be greatly for the joy Horikoshi has gifted us. I’ll try to save the farewells for later. I’d say this series has at least 1-1 1/2 years to go.

Me @ the kids and All Might:

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jazy3 · 3 years

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Thoughts on Grey’s Anatomy: 17X13

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Oh my gosh! Wow! There’s so much to say about this episode. I'm so glad that Meredith woke up and appears to be on the mend. As much as I loved the beach, I am ready for Meredith to rejoin society and the land of the living and get back to doing what she does best! I'm glad that Meredith got closure and that we as fans got closure too not just with Derek but with George as well. The beach wedding scene was perfect and the dialogue throughout was great.

I laughed out loud multiple times and Meredith and Derek’s scenes were both funny and bittersweet. I particularly liked Meredith and Derek's lines about how Meredith hates weddings, but Ellis hates the Post It Note story and wishes they had a big wedding. That she would give her that big wedding if she could. I felt like she was also saying she would give Derek that big wedding if she could. I also loved their conversation about Amelia. Derek told her what she needed to hear. Sometimes losing someone close to you at a young age makes you stronger and sometimes it turns you into Amelia.

Amelia has grown so much, but she spent most of her life a mentally unstable drug and alcohol addicted mess spiralling out of control in large part because she witnessed the brutal murder of her father at the age of five. And that’s not to say that Derek wasn’t just as screwed up by what happened to their Dad. He like Amelia became a neurosurgeon always chasing the high. He stayed in a loveless marriage he hated and when Addison cheated on him with Mark he moved to Seattle where he pretended to be single and pursued a relationship with Meredith.

Even after he and Meredith got together, he lied and cheated and repeated that pattern over and over again. First with Nurse Rose and then with Renee his research fellow in D.C. Derek could be selfish, cruel, hypocritical, and jealous. While Amelia’s scars and trauma were more obvious and blatant Derek was just as affected as she was it just showed up differently. Derek makes it clear he does not want that for Zola, Bailey, and Ellis and after talking to him Meredith realizes that she doesn’t either.

I loved seeing Meredith talk about how well Amelia is doing and Derek saying, “I know!” From the moment Derek on the beach I had a feeling they were going to talk about Amelia and the kids and all of that and I’m glad they did. One of my favourite moments of the episode was when Meredith told Derek that Ellis hates the Post It Note story and wishes they had a big wedding and Derek said, "She gets that from my mother!" I loved that they showed Ellis’ drawing on the fridge when Maggie is talking to Winston on the phone.

I love that Meredith and Derek got their beach wedding like Derek talked about in Season 5 when he made Meredith a bed in front of the fireplace. She went from never wanting to get married to marrying Derek on a Post It Note, getting legally married at the court house so that they could adopt Zola, and then marrying him on the beach in her COVID dream and giving Derek and Ellis the big wedding he always wanted and the one Ellis dreams of. So beautiful. I’m glad that they got closure and that Meredith decided to go back and that she knows Derek will be waiting for her when she’s ready, when it’s her time. When she’s old and senile and smelly just like they promised.

But now is not that time. She has kids to raise. Patients to treat. Sisters, friends, and family that need her. And a certain Irish doctor who would very much like to take her for a drink once she’s feeling better. I loved that Meredith realized through talking to Derek that even though her body was tired her soul was still fighting and that she needed to go back to her life. I loved her scene with Zola when she woke up and said, "We love you so much," meaning both her and Derek. That Mommy and Daddy love her so much and that’s why Meredith came back. She gave up on an afterlife with Derek to be with her children, friends, and family in the real world. That was so beautiful.

I loved Maggie's talk with Zola. I love that she took what Catherine gave her about screaming out your feelings and used it to help Zola who has been through so much express her emotions in a healthy way. I really felt Zola's heartbreak and how much she missed her Mom and Dad. I'm glad that Maggie decided to take Zola to visit Meredith. It was risky, but it paid off. The set department did a great job with Zola’s room. When she’s sitting on her bed crying you can see the photo of Meredith and Derek holding her at her first birthday party. You can also see a sock monkey that she had at the dream house.

The slop of the roof indicates that her room is in the attic. At last we saw it Lexie was living in there and Mark was visiting her while they were sneaking around, and it was an unfinished space with wood panelling. It appears that since that time as her family expanded Meredith had the attic finished and turned into a proper bedroom for Zola. We don’t know how big the attic is so it’s possible that there are more rooms up there or that there are more rooms upstairs than what we’ve seen.

I'm glad that Derek was there for Meredith in her time of need and helped her find the will to fight even though she was exhausted. I'm interested to see what's next for Meredith. If we'll see her being discharged in the coming weeks or if they will do a time jump. Will we see her at home with the kids first or back at work? Will her and Hayes finally have that drink? If so, how soon? I want to know more! I’m excited to see Maggie tell her about her engagement to Winston and see her meet Winston properly and get to know him. I’m also excited for what I’m sure will be an emotional scene when she thanks Amelia and Link for taking care of her kids while she’s been sick.

I’m also expecting some very emotional scenes with Richard and Bailey. I’m interested to see how they will address DeLuca’s death. I’d also like to see Jackson’s reaction when he returns from his most recent quest and finds out that Meredith has woken up and is doing better. I’d also like to see someone notify Cristina, Alex, Arizona, Callie, and April that Meredith is doing better. I can’t wait to see Hayes’ reaction to finding out that Meredith is on the mend! My heart!

Now let us turn our attention to the other shenanigans that were going on at Grey Sloan Memorial this week while Meredith was busying getting closure with Derek and waking up. We saw Teddy back at work trying her best to move forward. I was glad to see that she found a therapist that works for her even though it has to be virtual due to the pandemic. I'm glad that Owen was there for her. She really needs a friend right now and as Owen said previously, he's well placed to be that person. I like that he backed her up, but also pointed out that she would be destroyed if something went wrong with Meredith. That lead to her paging Winston to scrub in with her which I think was the right call.

I think Owen did the right thing by rejecting her kiss but choosing to stay with her and let her cry and breakdown. She needs the support right now and while I’m not usually an Owen fan I think he did a good job supporting her this episode. I also really felt for him when he lost a patient he thought they were going to be able to discharge and struggled to tell the family. As he says to Teddy, they did this all the time during the way, but this is different. They are losing patients on a level that they’ve never experienced before, and they can’t even take a moment to catch their breath because they have more patients to treat and pronounce.

My heart breaks for the real life doctors and nurses who are dealing with stuff on a daily basis. It’s so hard. On a lighter note, I really loved Amelia and Link's patient storyline this week. It was funny and interesting, and it was great to see Amelia back in the OR. While it was wrong of Amelia to steal Link’s patient and I think she did overstep I understand why she was so eager to get back into the OR and she was right about what was wrong with the guy.

I understood Link’s anger and frustration, but I also appreciated that he understood Amelia and was there to support her and build her up. I like that he brought in Tom and had him on standby, but also showed complete confidence in Amelia. His line about how Amelia always likes to raise the stakes was hilarious and accurate. Another scene I loved was when Amelia and Link were leaving the hospital and Link thought she was using sexual innuendo and then she clarified that she needed to get home because her boobs felt like they were going to burst, and she needed to either pump or breastfeed. That one cracked me up!

We also saw some amazing acting by Caterina Scorsone when upon arriving home and finding Link’s parents looking after Bailey and Ellis, they rushed to the hospital thinking something was wrong with Meredith. Amelia was riding high from the surgery that day and when she thought Meredith had gotten worse, she panicked only to realize that Meredith’s condition hadn’t changed. Her sobbing and desperation as she said over and over again that she really needed Meredith to live were gut wrenching. Caterina did an amazing job.

I also really liked Bailey and Levi’s patient storyline. The peanut butter brittle woman who took up roller skating was the best! She was funny and helped Bailey see that you need to rest and also follow your joy. The scenes where the woman gave Levi the brittle and then he was smelling it made me laugh! As a result of treating that patient Bailey decided to reverse her earlier decision and let Jo switch specialities. While I’m not on board with that storyline I'm glad that Bailey decided to support Jo in following her joy. Making someone stay in a role they don't like will only make them resent you and make everyone involved unhappy.

That being said, I hate this career switching storyline. It’s so dumb. I've realized with this episode that my opinion on this storyline isn't ever going to change. If they use it as a segue for Jo adopting Luna that could be interesting, but watching Jo leave general surgery behind and re-specialize in OBGYN so she can stand on the sidelines while all the other characters do ground breaking work and cool procedures just seems dumb to me. I am not invested in this storyline at all.

Levi and Jo have great comedic timing which was on full display in this episode. Jackson was MIA this episode because he went roaring off on another one of his quests leaving the person he’s dating in the lurch and telling them about it after the fact. He took a leave of absence from work and then left Maggie a voicemail back in Season 15 telling her he needed some time to think and then went camping in the woods to look at trees which lead to him talking to April and texting a woman he met on this trip behind Maggie’s back. He then left her in the fog on a dark road in an area with bears at the end of Season 15.

Now he’s left Jo to go on an unknown quest that’s 11 hours away. When did Jackson become the guy that just vanishes at random to go do whatever the heck he wants? I was surprised that Nico asked Levi to move in with him at the end of the episode. That was not at all the answer that Levi was expecting so I understand why he ran off and said he promised Jo he'd do a movie night with her. Levi wanted to move in with Nico last season and Nico didn't want that, but instead of just saying that outright he dodged the topic and was a real jerk about it. That resulted in them breaking up and Levi moving in with Jo.

They only got back together because of the pandemic and in the intervening time Levi has grown as a person and no longer wants that kind of a relationship with Nico. When he told him that him leaving his bathroom bag at his place didn't mean he was going to move in with him he was being sincere. He just didn't want to have to keep carting his toothbrush back and forth all the time. In response Nico realized he's always running away from what scares him and pushing people away when they get too close and he wants to fix that, so he asked Levi to move in with him.

Therein lies their problem. They're never on the same page. When Levi wanted to move forward and take that next step Nico didn't want to. Now that Nico wants to move forward and take the next step Levi is no longer interested. What a dilemma. I also noticed that Jo and Levi had very similar outfits at the beginning of this episode. You know you’re becoming good friends with someone when you start unconsciously matching outfits.

Onto the next episode’s promo! We see Jackson driving in the rain, showing up on someone’s doorstep talking to himself about how his appearance might seem impulsive, but he has thought it through. The door opens to reveal April who is holding Harriet in between clips of his and April’s relationship. I have a few theories about this. First off, I think they are faking us out. If there was trouble in paradise and things weren’t going well with April and Matthew, they wouldn’t have had Jackson make a comment in the first half of the season about how Matthew is spending more time with Harriet then he and April are because they are taking more COVID shifts.

April is a deeply religious Christian woman whose faith is really important to her. She was vehemently opposed to getting a divorce even though her relationship with Jackson was clearly over because of her faith. Marriage is not something she takes lightly so I have a hard time seeing her divorce Matthew out of the blue because Jackson shows back up and is in crisis when her and Matthew have been together for the past three seasons and have been married for two.

Also, they are raising two children together and co-parenting one of those kids with Jackson. A lot of court services were shut down in the first few months of the pandemic for safety reasons which made it difficult to get a divorce and this episode takes place in June of 2020. So even if April and Matthew split up they couldn’t legally get a divorce very easily at this time and if April and Jackson got back together they would still have to interact with Matthew on a regular basis because they are co-parenting kids together and there’s no way that April would walk away from Ruby.

The only way I could see April and Jackson getting back together is if Matthew has died or fallen ill somehow. Otherwise I just don’t see it. I think they’re faking us out. I think the clips in the promo are there to entice japril fans and play into that because logistically I don’t see how a storyline in which April and Matthew suddenly divorce and April and Jackson get back together in one episode is possible.

Until next time!

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trashforstuckyandgot · 3 years

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Commissions

Hello everyone, I hope you’re doing well in these difficult times. It’s been quite a while since I posted on ao3 and how I wish it wasn’t so. I’ve been so busy the past year with school, trying to graduate and I finally did it earlier in june. However, It was also the end of a very secure stage of my life and maybe that’s to be mourned. We’re always so busy trying to get out of school that we forget to appreciate the comfort of it.

With graduating, I lost the financial aid we’re given for being in school and I’m currently unemployed and looking for employment, however it’s proving very difficult. My plan was going straight to Uni, but due to personal reasons I was late and rushed my applications for certain programs...and it looks like I’ll be waiting until the other ones I want to apply to open in spring/fall of 2022.

Therefore I’ve after hard thought come to the decision that I will be opening for commissions. I never really thought of monetizing my writing/fanfics before, because it’s something I want to share with the world, something organic. However, the circumstances call for it. I’m living at home and while unemployed, I still want to help out where I can because I don’t want to be a financial burden upon my family. So, writing can be something I can occupy my time with during my search for work, while being able to earn a little coin. And, if you so choose, you can have something personalised and of your vision gifted to you in return.

The writing can range from fanfiction, extra chapters to things I haven’t finished on here, to original short-stories (spontaneous or with prompts/visions of your own), poetry or anything, really. It could be a birthday poem for a friend, etc. I hold the right to decline if it’s something I feel uncomfortable with or if it isn’t my area of expertise, but that’ll probably only be in extreme cases. I aim to provide you all with quality, your contentment is the goal. The platform used will most likely be Patreon (and you can cancel your subscription right after payment). The piece of writing can be sent privately, be gifted on a03-- anything you want, really.

If your interest is piqued and you can message me here with questions, thoughts and concerns. I also want to say that I do not want you to spend money on a commission if you are struggling financially and/or cannot afford it. I’d feel horrible for accepting money like that— I wouldn’t. I only want you to do this if you want to, have money to spare and feel good about it.

Down below are estimates of prices for certain pieces of writing. This can always be discussed and adjusted in private correspondence. These are not set in stone and are just taken from the top of my head when trying to find a middle between the minimum wages in the United States, which I’ve put as about $11,50 per hour.

Short story/ oneshot fanfic (800-1200 words) $12-17

Short story/ oneshot fanfic (2500-3000 words) $35

Short story/oneshot fanfic (4000-4500 words) $48

Chapter for an unfinished fanfic (over 3000 words) $20

I can write for several fandoms, here are a list I am familiar with:

Narnia, The Vampire Diaries, Peaky Blinders, Outlander, Game Of Thrones/ASOIAF lore, Marvel (Loki, WandaVision/Falcon & The Winter Soldier included), Euphoria, Grey’s Anatomy, The Haunting of Bly Manor, The Crown, etc.

I’ve also seen so many movies, so if you want something like that, I’m sure we’ll figure something out. As previously mentioned, original short stories and poems can also be provided and you are the muse, I am simply the instrument to receive the final product from. The more detailed you are in the description, the more of your personality and vision will be scattered throughout the story.

My living portfolio is on ao3, check it out if you want to <3

I hope to hear from you, but most importantly: stay safe, stay happy and focus on yourself and your health. The fact that you're even taking the time to read this and my stories is rewarding beyond words. My warmest thoughts are with you.

With much love,

Trashforstuckyandgot <333

(For legal purposes any fanfics are to be considered gifts)

#commission #writing #fanfics #gameofthrones #asongoficeandfire #writing commissions

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sillytorch · 3 years

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Emerald Sustrai for the ask game!💎💎

Emmy!!!! :D

favorite thing about them: I love her color palette, I love that she's named after a gemstone, her semblance. I really love her personality too b/c she's not very nice but you can still see that she's a bit more morally sound compared to the rest of her now former allies. And her relationship with Cinder being the only thing that kept her from defecting from Salem is also very interesting too b/c Emerald doesn't like doing all of this world ending stuff, but Cinder, who happens to be involved in all of this, is the one person who saved her life. So she feels like she owes her. But all she had to do was spend less time from Cinder so that when Cinder comes back and is just acting like an asshole to her, it became one of the pushes Emerald to just leave Salem's side. This is something I'm gonna go into later on in this post, but her redemption arc is what got me more excited for Emerald going forward and it's related to her relationship w/ Cinder.

least favorite thing about them: I wish we saw more of her doing things before her redemption arc in V8. Like I would have loved to see her and Weiss duke it out cuz they were always pitted against each other in the openings. I also wished that we had more moments where Emerald uses her semblance (likely commanded by Cinder) quite more often towards the heroes. I know the whole point of her character is that she's doing bad things b/c she feels like she owes Cinder, but I wanna see how far she would have gone for Cinder and what would have been her limit in a battle against the heroes.

favorite line: "I think you're wrong, by the way. I highly doubt you're in the same place you started. I-I mean, yeah, y-you guys have been getting your asses kicked, some of that my fault, but like, you're at war. You're gonna take hits. Look, I'm just going to be super pissed if you all finally decided to give up the moment I switch sides." (RWBY V8 Ch 11: Risk)

brOTP; Em and Merc, obviously. Same with her and Hazel, her and Oscar.

OTP: Spumoni (Emerald/Neo)... I really wish we got more interaction between them. Maybe if Neo does join the heroes, we could get more interaction.... idk I just think they'd work really well w/ their semblances and fighting styles. Also they kinda have a thing going on where they are primarily doing bad stuff for the person that took them in (Roman for Neo; Cinder for Em).

nOTP: Cinder/Emerald... even if we ignore the age gap, I don't feel comfortable about the idea of them in a romantic relationship or even a platonic relationship. I think that while I think Emerald confronting Cinder again in future volumes is inevitable, it would be a terrible idea for them to reconnect and be in any kind of relationship together. They need to keep a LONG distance from each other.

random headcanon: I like to think her birthday is somewhere in May cuz emerald is the birthstone for that month!

unpopular opinion: I know that some of the criticisms about Emerald's redemption arc was it feeling rushed b/c she joined the heroes right away, but I personally think there's just a lot of unfinished business going on w/ her redemption arc and it's def gonna be addressed in future volumes. That unfinished business is def gonna be about her and Cinder. Like I said, Emerald confronting Cinder is inevitable, b/c we saw Emerald being horrified by Salem using Cinder's Grimm prosthetic as a torture device. We also saw that Cinder was genuinely upset and hurt when she saw Emerald teaming up with the heroes. There's going to be a point where the next time these two confront each other, it's going to get heavy. One scenario I thought of was that Emerald might try to get Cinder to leave Salem and join the heroes, but Cinder's like, "Hell no! You're just gonna pretend to care and then abandon me again!" And it's just gonna be so sad cuz to Em, Cinder's that one friend you wanna help so bad and that friend refuses to accept your help and there's nothing you can do no matter how much you try b/c that's their own choice if they want to accept your help. And I think that'd be an interesting lesson to see occur in RWBY.

song i associate with them: Uhh... I'm the One (RWBY Soundtrack) I should listen to some more songs lmao

favorite picture of them:

"Man doing the right thing feels weird. It's actually really fun lol"

#ask game #snotqueen #ask #mine #woo! that's a mouthful lol #keep it coming peoples!

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evanescentdawn · 3 years

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MASTERLIST (& REVIEW) OF AUGUST 2021

(3rd august) Happy Birthday, Sunfish

fandom: omniscient reader

pairing: kim dokja/joonghyuk

summary: It was his birthday, but of course Joonghyuk would rather spend it all day in bed.

notes: this one was not planned; it was a complete surprise. (a common patten im noticing) all warm & fluff and slight angst and slight humour and v much like it! it didn’t come out perfectly as I wanted but yeah, it was good <333 the part where yjh acts like a cat DELIGHTS ME V MUCH I really didn’t except to write more for this ship, tbh, but here we are. also idk, but thinking about this fic makes me want to write a follow-up

(20th august) unnamed

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

pairing: fushiguro toji & fushiguro megumi, toji/megamama

summary: Toji was married and he was gonna have a kid soon. He doesn’t have a fucking clue about what's going on. Who thought this was a good idea?

notes: im so v in love with toji & megmama’s relationship. yeah, it’s pretty non-existent in canon and this is me making up 99% everything but it’s fun and im emotional abt this family and do really want to write the next chp but also fuckkk what is her name. it’s hard finding a way around not writing her name because I don’t want to think of one for her bad & because what if gege gives her name later on and I just embarrass myself here for coming for her (hey, I just realised that I could edit the name if gege did that) but forgetting that stuff. speaking of this particular fic. it wasn’t supposed to be apart of my other wip, I was just writing....when I realised it could be a pre-chp for it. toji is honestly so fun to write for love him

(21st august) cravings

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

pairing: itadori yuuji/kugisaki nobara

summary:

Nobara bangs open the door with a murderous expression on her face, startling him. “You.” She grits out.

Yuuji blinks. “Me?” He says, pointing at himself.

“I’m going to kill you!” She cries out, and without elaboration dives straight for him.

notes: okay so like I did have another fic for this soulmate prompt idea but it was nowhere near finished for the first day of itakugi week and I was definitely gonna write something. so I soared high and low for a soulmate idea that would be quick to write and found this one that suit them and was cute and wrote a lil at the start of the day, and then it was the evening and okay I was panicking now as I quickly wrote this and kept writing! usually when I do a wip, I stop half-way in despite how I very well know what’s gonna happen next and it’s how I end up with so many unfinished stuff. BUT I KEPT GOING, that motivation pushing me through and heck! would u imagine! I just about managed to finish & post before the day ended!!! it was stressful but honestly best fun I had. the high stakes were fun, and it was so rewarding when I finished!!! love this one lots as well the banter & their dynamic were so so fun to write god I love them. I did have a lot that I didn’t get to write for with this one, though, and it makes me want to write a follow-up but like I always get that urge whenever I reread my stuff, so.

(22rd august) date night

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

pairing: itadori yuuji/kugisaki nobara

summary:

I want more, she thinks, the drag of his fingers on her hands painful because it’s not enough. Kugisaki Nobara is greedy, and this is nowhere near enough. She wishes that Megumi was here so she wouldn't have to deal with these stupid feelings.

or, nobara pines helplessly.

notes: honestly, this is probably my fave out of what I wrote for itakugi week (that I’ve so far finished) and I love it very much!!! this definitely did not come like how my initial idea was and tbh, still want that idea, so will probs write smth on that... anyways love this one so much the pinning the yearning the lil angst (gah, so good) and how it didn’t go all angst (surprised me) and came out hopeful and stuff. I really do want to write a follow-fic where it follows them getting together. will i? who knows

(24th august) What Not To Do

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

pairing: itadori yuuji/kugisaki nobara

summary:

“Are you saying you never — never — that I’ve been thinking you were rejecting me all this time but you didn’t know.“ Alternatively: they are idiots, your honour.

notes: man okay, this day was definitely smth. I went through three wips because somehow none of them were working and genuinely was gonna give up this day but! what do you know! I managed to finish this one! but, uh, I did kind of rush with it and didn’t quite go well so I’m not feeling very favourable towards this one but I do love it! it’s good! just not the best of what it could be & urgh, I always see that. which is annoying, but! I measure fics but how much fun it is and how much I learned from writing it which is a whole lot plenty. never regretted posting it <3

(25th august) hold me, and warm me right up

fandom: golden time

pairing: Oka Chinami/Kaga Kouko

summary:

Oka probably wants to break up, and hates her, now. Oh god.

Kouko buries her face further into her scarf, mind spinning with all the worst possible. Instead of any of them, she feels warmth envelope her hands.

She startles, peeks out, and finds Oka clasping her hands with hers.

(In where Kouko is still getting used to this new relationship thing, and Oka is a concerned girlfriend.)

notes: this fic’s existence delights me v much. just. yes. this ship were a surprise to me, along with how I managed to actually finish something! very exciting! also. just. this one is so cute & adorable, I cant. I have a million of thoughts about this lil piece and every time I think of it I desperately want to write something more on them OKAKO IS ONE OF THE BEST SHIPS I COULD HAVE EVER THOUGHT OF AAA I LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

#omniscient reader #orv #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #golden time #my writing #masterlist #SHIT I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS BUT TOTALLY FORGOT TO POST IT #hdjfkf #also: I say review but honestly it’s probs a ramble thought thing #I wrote these ones on the fly

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DNF -- Unfinished / Dropped (12/3/2021)

! Alcohol !

Yeah, I have zero idea where I'm going with this so I'll just put it here for anyone to read lol.

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The upbeat tune thrums through the room. Colourful lights flicker and travel across the walls, illuminating the twinkling crystals hanging from the ceiling.

Dream doesn't acknowledge the bodies moving across the floor, in sync with the beat of the song blasting from the speakers. Instead, he sits in front of the bar, swirling the liquid in his glass, watching as the bartender attends to the influx of orders from excited (and possibly drunk) customers.

He decided to stream today, on his birthday. Perhaps he regrets it, seeing how he's sitting in a club, savouring the burn of alcohol instead of dancing, being with his family or going out with friends. It feels awfully awkward as he's always sure of what he feels.

The bartender places another glass in front of him and he nods as thanks. He takes a sip from the glass and tugs at the collar of his shirt, sighing as his throat burns.

His mind feels a tad bit hazy. Placing the glass onto the countertop, he scans the scene around him. A couple making out in the corner, the whoops of excited teenagers who aren't supposed to be allowed in, the barely-there smell of sweat lingering in the air as bodies move across the floor and brown eyes locking gazes with him as he pauses. The tapping of his fingers on the countertop stops while he stares.

The man challenges his stare with his own.

The darkness surrounding the room really doesn't help. Lights occasionally illuminate the man's face, but it's too quick and Dream is only able to catch a glimpse.

The man swirls his own drink, silently taking a sip as he finally tears his gaze away from Dream's. He does the same, turning his head to focus on the glass he's gripping onto, once again reaching to tug at his collar as he downs the liquid.

He feels a tingle traveling down his spine. It's barely there but he feels it. Dream squeezes his eyes shut. "It's probably the alcohol," he thinks. "And the generally overwhelming day."

He tries to focus on anything other than the glittering brown eyes that tugged at his heart and pulled his attention. He hears the chair scraping against the floor from his left and he stubbornly stares at the bottle of rum sitting on the rack in front of him.

Hiding the lower half of his face with his hand, he sighs. The man probably lost interest. There isn't any reason for him to be nervous.

Slowly, he gathers his courage as he turns to face the person who took a seat next to him. The least he could do is acknowledge them, for manner's sake.

Immediately, his words die on his tongue and he's left speechless as he's faced with pale looking skin, soft lips and those mesmerising brown eyes.

The man gives him a shy smile and looks away, waving the bartender over to order his drink, a huge contrast with the challenging gaze Dream went against a minute ago.

"Y-you… um… hey," Dream mumbles out, frantically glancing around, trying to find something he could focus on instead of the man seated next to him. He's dumbfounded. How did he turn into a puddle within seconds? Did the alcohol affect him that badly?

The man glances at him while ordering his drink. Dream awkwardly shuffles in his seat, tracing the rim of his glass with his finger.

"Hey."

Dream stops his actions and lifts his head to face the man. He's met with a warm smile and his heart flutters. Immediately, he hides his cough with his hand. He feels a flush making its way up his neck and he hopes the man doesn't notice.

He offers a smile and lifts his drink to take a sip, hoping it'll give him some courage and ease him. "It's a busy night, isn't it?" He starts. A simple question.

"It is," the man agrees, looking around while playing with the umbrella that came with his drink. An awkward silence grows between them as Dream tries to formulate a response that could continue the conversation.

"Your name...?" The man asks, letting the question hang in the air.

"Dream," he supplies, offering a hand out.

A small giggle slips past the man's lips and a warm hand, smaller than his, grips his hand. They shake on it and Dream starts to feel more comfortable.

"George," he replies.

George savours the touch as Dream slowly pulls his hand away. He keeps the smile on his face, politely thanking the bartender as they hand him his drink.

He takes a sip, trying to hide his smile. He watches as Dream chuckles and scratches his neck, eyes frantically looking everywhere but him. "That's cute."

"You have an accent," Dream starts and George perks up. "Are you from the UK?"

He shifts in his seat, positioning himself so that he's facing Dream instead of the countertop. "I am. I'm visiting here. Family, you know?"

Dream lets out a chuckle and George is glad that he looks more relaxed than before. George notices as Dream leans closer, perhaps unconsciously and an alarm goes off in his mind. He ignores it.

A forlorn smile settles on Dream's face. "That's cool. How do you find it here?"

George giggles. That's such a dumb question. It's not like he's visiting Florida for the first time. "I visit here every few months or so. It's definitely warmer compared to England. The beaches are too crowded for my liking though."

His heart stutters when Dream breaks into a laugh, not a nervous chuckle or an awkward giggle (although, they're both adorable), a full, hearty laugh that slightly resembles a tea kettle. Dream's cheeks are rosy, his face flushed and George silently takes it in, red slowly colouring his face.

"There's more to Florida than beaches, George. You can't tell me that when you've visited a few times," Dream says, pressing his drink to his cheek, smiling. George masks his blush with his hand, giggling.

"Well, I'm telling you that my family and I don't go out often," he replies.

Dream snorts, feeling better than he was before. His cheeks hurt from all the smiling and laughing.

"I really don't know how to reply other than to offer to show you around," Dream says hesitantly, placing the empty glass onto the countertop.

George covers his blush with his hand, eyes widening for a split second. He chews his bottom lip nervously, letting the thought jump around until he settles on a conclusion.

"Dance with me while I think about it?" George asks, smiling shyly.

Dream gently drags him to the dancefloor as he reaches to place his drink on the countertop, giggling.

George holds onto Dream's bicep as they twirl around each other and gracefully avoid bumping into other people. The strobe lights start flickering at an alarming speed, throwing them into darkness every few seconds. George pulls Dream closer, their breaths intermingling. He could barely make out the flecks of brown in those jasmine green (he presumes) eyes.

His breath hitches as a warm hand cups the nape of his neck and his mind blanks when he hears the whisper next to his ear. "Made up your mind yet?" Dream asks.

The entire club is plunged into darkness as gasps arise from the crowd. The music stops and he looks around in confusion. Someone grabs onto his forearm and guides him through the crowd, ushering him out the exit.

George shivers at the sudden rush of warm air and the grip on his forearm loosens. He hears the jingle of keys and looks at Dream while shrugging off his blazer, raising an eyebrow.

Dream gestures towards a car, an awkward smirk playing on his lips. "The offer still stands…" he trails off. "Unless you want to head back in, which is fine. Maybe you came with a friend and they're probably worried. Or maybe another…" he starts rambling.

George laughs, bright and unfiltered and Dream stops his rambling to grin. He unlocks the doors and George slides into the passenger seat while Dream, into the driver's seat.

They're on the road within minutes. Serene music drifts through the car, contrasting the upbeat music they danced to several minutes ago. Lamp posts and shops blur past them, giving George a slight sense of numbness. "This is such a bad idea," George mumbles but he can't help but smile. He can hear his own heartbeat in his ears, his fingers curl around the fabric of his button up shirt.

Dream giggles, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the tune of the song playing. "Tell me to stop and I will," he says, staring at the road ahead. "Do you have any specific place you want to visit? Or prefer?"

George shrugs, leaning against his palm while staring at Dream. "You're the one who offered. Anything will do. I'm only staying for… 12 more hours before my flight back." His eyes drift from the window to Dream, whose eyes are focused on the road. "Make it worth it."

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#dee n ffffff #started paused halfway went bro i really dont know where to take this and now we're here #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #dreamnotfound #dnf #ehhhh its not #that good but it aint too bad in my terms #these two mfs just #bruhhhhhh.#unfinished/dropped

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last one for now- what were your favorite parts of writing this amazing series? what were the hardest parts to get through?

ahh!! love this question.

favorite parts:

donna’s birthday scene: when i first came up with the concept for that scene, i was like “oh, that’s evil. this is gonna rock” and it DID. i seriously had so much fun picking out music and writing it in a way that would give it the right ambience. i loved deciding that it would be “oldies night” at the bar, i loved having bram interrupt them, and i love, love, loved writing the bit where josh and donna are slow dancing.

original outline: my very first concept for the fic was “donna moss is thirty-one years old and a media consultant for taylor, kinsey & stone when she receives a phone call from a friend. annabeth schott calls her about toby ziegler, the new press secretary, and girl have you seen him? please help me. so naturally she goes down to dc to help annabeth (who used to work at tk&s— donna was her assistant before she got promoted) and she helps whip toby into shape and meets josh and there’s mild flirty banter and oh yeah, didn’t you tell the press about a secret plan to fight inflation? and anyway they fall in love.” i loved figuring out how donna got to be where she was and how she and josh could work together. the very first things i wrote were a full timeline of what i thought should happen in the story and a timeline for donna from the moment she arrived in nyc to the beginning of the story (which ended up becoming the altered red lights scene).

including canon things: it just absolutely tickled me to have established canon things show up (sometimes in the same way, sometimes not). there’s one particular note in my early outlining that stands out to me because i think it perfectly exemplifies what i was trying to do: “they can kind of both feel that this friendship was destiny”. even though things might be different, josh and donna are still josh and donna. they were bound to fall in love sometime.

hardest parts (under the cut):

the time: as mentioned before, sigue andando... took me nearly eight months to publish, and about seven of those were spent trying to get a first draft. it was mostly because i was very busy and didn’t always have time to sit down and make myself write, but there were so many times when i just wouldn’t be inspired. i would get stuck. there was a long, long time during which i was really afraid i wouldn’t finish it because i couldn’t find the right words or the right scenes or the right way to do something. i’m not going to lie, i was tentatively planning to release an unfinished version (original outlines, some of the scenes, etc) because while i was proud of what i had written and i wanted people to see it, i just didn’t think i had it in me to complete my story. there was a turning point around march where i realized that i did have it in me, and that’s when i started posting about it, partially as a motivator for myself—i knew that if you all heard about it, and at least one of you expressed interest, i would feel more like i could finish it.

the timeline: i went back and forth on the exact months over which sigue andando... would take place. i always knew that it needed to start in june 2005 because of the timing of leo’s heart attack/cj’s promotion, but i switched a couple times between starting donna’s santos campaign involvement in february 2006 or august 2006. a big jump, i know, but i was very worried about justifying donna being there for months before the dnc but not being hired as its communications director. i loved the nine months of slow burn for josh and donna, and it felt like i was cutting that down too much. i thought it felt rushed and cramped. i never loved the idea of starting in august, but at some point, i realized that a) i wasn’t even having josh hire her full-time or as more than a consultant before then, and b) i can imagine what their résumés looked like. donna may have consulted on some political campaigns, but louise has made a career out of specifically political communications and has several years of experience over donna.

eight years: i agonized for an extremely long time over how josh would exist without donna. donna’s timeline was easy to come up with, but how did josh make it this far? rosslyn and its aftermath were particularly difficult, as was figuring out why josh would leave for the santos campaign without donna’s exit to catalyze it. (once i figured it out, though, there was actually one draft of the scene where josh explained why he left where i thought i was having him explain it too well and i was like “okay. josh is not quite self-aware enough to go into this much depth. mans isn’t doing serious psychological evals on himself”, so i had to scale it back lol.)

“i wouldn’t stop for red lights”: this was a particularly hard one. when i wrote that scene originally, i just included the “red lights” line because why wouldn’t i? the more i thought about it, though, the more i realized that they weren’t there yet. there was no rosslyn. they’d known each other less than a year. each had feelings for the other, and they were pretty good friends at that point, but they just weren’t there. once i knew i had to change donna’s line, it took me so long to settle on describing the look on donna’s face and the “if it was you, i wouldn’t stop either.” this is mostly because i refused to let go of the “and donna turns and walks out the door and josh can’t breathe” line, which i’d written when it was still about red lights. i was like “but it has to be DRAMATIC”, and achieving that while still making the line make sense in the context of her character was very hard for me to do.

while in general, it was a joy to write this fic, it was super stressful at times—i think i was putting a lot of pressure on myself because it was so long.

i’m hosting a new york donna q&a in my ask box because i require attention. come ask me things!

#bianca answers the tea #new york donna

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callioope · 3 years

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Author Interview

tagged by @theputterer -- thank you :)

Name: Liz

Fandoms: In terms of posted fics, mainly Rogue One and Star Wars (OT). I have at least one fic posted in A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones, Community, and Howl’s Moving Castle (book). But I also like The Clone Wars and Rebels. I’ve been reading mainly ATLA fic for the past couple weeks.

Where you post: AO3 and sometimes here on tumblr. There are a few drabbles I’ve posted on tumblr that I really ought to crosspost on AO3 for posterity.

Most popular one-shot: “In Which Sophie is Late, and Howl Noses Around in Her Business” (Howl’s Moving Castle) With 698 kudos. Uh. Wow. I was not expecting that! It’s literally my only HMC fic (although I do technically have other unfinished drafts) and it’s not even a year old, and surpassed my second most popular one-shot which was posted in 2015. Pregnancy trope is popular I guess. It is amusing to me that my most popular one-shot is not in my favorite OTP fandom (rebelcaptain). Howl’s Moving Castle ended up having a wider audience than I anticipated.

Also as a disclaimer, but popularity is weird to gauge because do you go by hits or kudos or comments? I went with kudos because hits could count people who clicked on my story and then didn’t like it. But it’s hard because hits also include re-reads, so, idk.

Most popular multi-chapter fic: “The Last Stark” (A Song of Ice and Fire) 815 kudos. This was finished in 2013 so it’s had plenty of time to accumulate the kudos. It’s a Gendrya Anastasia AU (“Aryastasia” was my working title for this one lol). So again, popular trope, in a popular fandom, in a popular ship. This fic is so old when I reread it, I usually find myself wanting to edit it, especially the ending. I was so ready to be done writing this that I think I rushed the ending. Oh well, writing plots is really difficult!

Fic you were nervous to post: Every fic? lol. I’m never not nervous to post a fic. But I’m definitely more nervous posting in a fandom for the first time. So posting “Whatever I Do (I Do It To Protect You)” (Rogue One, rebelcaptain) was pretty nervewracking, especially since it’d been awhile since I posted anything. [OOOH, fun fact, but WID celebrated it’s 4 year anniversary yesterday! Ha, that’s funny.] I was working on this fic for weeks before I posted it.

I was also super nervous to post my Jeff/Annie Community soulmate AU, “Intro to Neurochemical Compatibility” because (a) first time posting in that fandom, (b) I decided to use script format which I know is not everyone’s jam, and (c) the premise is just so ridiculous! But I had fun with it.

Also gift exchanges are always nerve-wracking because I worry the giftee won’t like it. My giftee never responded to my 2020 rebelcaptain secret santa fic so I’m actually constantly worrying that they didn’t like it and feeling bad that I failed them. :/

How you choose your titles: with so much agonizing. gosh it’s so hard and honestly i have so many titles that i hate. I’ve got a couple song lyric titles. a couple quotes. a couple “how to...” apparently that was a whole phase I went through. Either the titles come to me immediately, or I put off choosing a title until the absolutely moment I need to post it, and then spend hours agonizing over a quote/song lyric/phrase that fits and probably begging others for help.

Do you outline: YES. Possibly overly so. I’ve ran into issues in the past, when I was much younger, where I didn’t resolve problems proposed early in the story. So I need to know where the story is going in order to lay the proper groundwork. Also, if I do not write things down I forget them five minutes later. I also think outlining is a useful trick to jumpstart writing, so if the muse just isn’t present, I’ll try to lure her out by outlining.

Complete: 19 fics.

In progress: Oh boy this is so hard to count. As far as what’s posted? Technically only one: “How to Lose a Spy in 10 Days” (Rogue One, rebelcaptain). Despite the fact that I think the deadline was extended multiple time, I procrastinated and ended up rushing chapter one to meet the rebelcaptain rom-com challenge deadline. Didn’t really have a proper outline for this one, even though I knew vaguely what I wanted it to be about. I wrote chapter two but I hated what I wrote so I ... I kinda abandoned it. I mean technically, I never consider a work abandoned, I always intend to get back to it. Some day when I have the inspiration I will. But this idea ended up being a challenge I didn’t feel ready for at the time, and then my interest moved on to other ideas.

I also had a longer story planned for “you must become an island (the horizon is all we have)” but only posted one part of it to finish it on time. Ideally this fic would be part of a series, but again, motivation is needed so we’ll see

Technically I have 22 rebelcaptain ideas alone (including some listed in this post) at various states of completed, plus a handful of Community and HMC ideas. Of the ones I’m most interested in, there’s probably about 14 that I really hope to finish and post some day.

ETA: omg i totally forgot that i was idly considering trying to finish my rebelcaptain soulmate AU in time for Valentine’s Day, but at this point I haven’t had any motivation to write so I don’t think that’s gonna happen. that fic has been sitting in my drafts since 2018 and in my drafts it will continue to sit.

Coming soon: “soon” is relative but these are currently the ones I’ve focused the most on recently:

Fencing AU (rebelcaptain)

You’ve Got Mail AU (rebelcaptain)

Post-War Fic with @allatariel (rebelcaptain, plus a LOT of other ships, includes Rebels characters, OT characters, and... maybe some others :) )

Palm Springs/time loop AU (Jeff/Annie)

Do you accept prompts: Wellllll here’s the thing. When I’ve asked for prompts, I haven’t been the best at fulfilling them in a timely manner. For that reason, I don’t encourage prompts but I’m not opposed to them. (I suppose technically exchange fics are prompts, and I wrote a bunch of fics in 2017 for rebelcaptainprompts, but I’m not gonna count those because I don’t think that’s what the question here is really going for)

“The Climb (A Lie, A Hero)” (Rogue One, rebelcaptain) was actually a prompt.

I solicited prompts for my birthday in 2019, which I didn’t end up fulfilling until exactly one year later.

Technically the You’ve Got Mail AU is a prompt, someone prompted me to write a fic for my favorite go-to comfort movie.

And, uh, the certain someone who tagged me for this meme prompted me in a comment back in October 2017 to do a Luke and Leia swap where Leia grows up on Tatooine, so that is sitting in my WIP list.

Yeah, this is why I don’t solicit or encourage prompts. The return rate is just not fair for the prompter.

Upcoming story you are most excited to write: this fluctuates on any given day. the fencing AU is so close to being done (well the first draft anyways) so i really really want to just finish it! But yeah it’d be anything on the coming soon list above.

tagging: @allatariel, @cats-and-metersticks, @lothcatlovesysalamiri, @veritascara, @brynnmclean and anyone who sees this and wants to do it! also ofc per usual no pressure if u don’t want to.

#tag meme #about me #my writing

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raibebe · 5 years

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Guardian

Genre: smut (!) Words: 5.822 Prompt: Guardian Demon Kihyun Warnings: Violence (he’s a demon, what did you expect), dirty talk, fingering, unsafe sex (please use protection, kids), light cumplay (I’m so sorry)

A/N: The beginning is inspired by Clean eyes on AO3, I never finished reading it because it literally destroyed me several times, but if you are into that and into Chanki, I highly recommend it. Thanks to the lovely @im-a-special-bebe who made this beautiful moodboard. She posts those from time to time and they are awesome, so check her out. Also if anyone cares the working title was literally: Kihyun birthday demon, good job me. This is not part of my still unfinished Halloween promts, I just like supernatural concepts who am I kidding Not betaed because I’m a horrible person and because this is already late. So all mistakes are my own. Also I can’t believe I wrote this filth, I legit got possessed in the midst of writing this, I swear. Please feel free to sream at me about this once you’ve read it And most importantly: Happy belayed birthday, Kihyun. I hope your day was amazing and you will nerver read this 🖤

Demon: A vicious creature who is a subordinate to one of the rulers of hell and gifted with different supernatural powers. Some of them, especially the more powerful ones, once were angles before they became tainted by sin and fell from heaven. Oddly enough their name originates from the Greek word Daimon translating to guardian spirit.

You usually weren’t one to go to shitty college parties at a random frat’s house, but your whole week had been fucked up and you really needed to get your mind off of the things that had happened. Not only had you managed to spill coffee on yourself twice but it also was in class in front of your crush. You also had tripped over nothing while running to catch your bus which had resulted in you scraping your knee open and missing the bus. You were also pretty sure a man casually walking the street had seen you fall and laughed at you. And if all of that wasn’t enough, you were pretty sure your crush had also seen you when you arrived late to class, drenched to the bone because it of course had not only started to rain but your umbrella had broken as soon as you had pulled it out of your bag.

So in conclusion your week hadn’t been going well. So what worse could happen if you went drinking alone at this random party because your best friend had cancelled last minute because she had to rush to the vet because her cat was hit by a car? Exactly: A lot of things. First your crush was also here which made you more nervous than it should have. But he was looking illegally good with his hair styled upwards and a neat button down with the sleeves rolled up. And second you had already been tugged away by one of the frat boys, who you shared some classes with, to join in a horrible drinking game which not only left you with a light buzz already but of course when you got up to catch some air outside you bumped into your crush resulting in him almost dumping his drink all over you.

This was what had led to your current situation which was simultaneously best and the worst that could have happened: You were standing in the empty kitchen with your crush, trying to make casual conversation while he was mixing himself a new drink because his old one had ended up all over the floor. “You look really hot today,” he said, letting his eyes roam your body, lips curling into a smirk behind his red plastic cup. Blushing you tried to hide behind your own cup, taking a long sip to calm your nerves. You did dress up a little bit, the dark blue dress showing off more skin than you usually showed and the black stockings hid your scraped knee while also looking cute. “We are in the same literature class, right? I never noticed how good you looked,” he kept flirting, raking his hand through his styled hair. You could just nod, silently sipping your drink until a stranger aggressively pushed past you in the kitchen, making you lose your balance, resulting in you almost falling if your crush hadn’t caught you. Blushing again you apologized for being so clumsy. “Well this isn’t too bad, is it?” Your crush asked, tightening the grip he had on your waist, pressing you against his chest.

Grinning and setting his cup down, he slowly closed the distance between you and him. Just seconds before your lips were touching his, the stranger who had shoved you on his way inside, loudly cleared his throat, making your crush stop and glare at him. “What’s your problem dude?” He asked while releasing you from his grip and walked over to the man, clearly irritated. Even though the stranger was a couple of centimetres shorter, he didn’t back down even in the slightest and stared directly into the other male’s eyes when he spoke. “I would rather not witness you tainting this kitchen or this girl right now,” he spoke calmly, pronouncing every syllable very carefully. “Tainting? What decade are you from dude?” Your crush asked, laughing at the very handsome stranger. His jaw seemed like it was chiselled out of marble, his pale skin just as flawless as his expensive looking black suit jacket and his dark eyes had a sharp edge to them, almost animalistic. When the stranger just raised one of his perfectly arched brows and didn’t give an answer, your crush huffed in anger. “So you ruin my chance to get laid tonight but don’t have the balls to talk back to me?” Hearing that almost made you choke on air. Who had said anything about you having sex with your crush tonight? Was that what he had planned on doing? Was he just after a quick fuck? Sure he already had a couple of girlfriends through the year but you had never taken him for the type to just be after that type of stuff. “I merely don’t want to descend down to your level of standards when it comes to conversations,” the stranger answered calmly, his face an expressionless mask and you couldn’t help the little laugh escaping your lips.

“You find that funny?” your crush snarled and turned back to you, face contorted with anger, making him look so unlike himself. “I... No, I jus-”, you stuttered trying to explain yourself. The way he looked at you really made you feel uncomfortable. “Hm, bitch, cat got your tongue now?” He continued to curse at you, taking a step towards you. “Don’t touch her again,” the stranger interfered, his tone carrying a strange weight that didn’t tolerate any misbehaviour. A wide grin was spreading on your crushes face when he slowly stretched his arm towards you, eyes on the stranger. Crowding your body against the kitchen counter you tried to bring as much space between you and your crush. Your heart was beating furiously, the blood rushing through your system drowning out the sounds of the party. “I’m giving you one last warning,” the stranger growled in response, eyes narrowed in anger. Before you could realize what was happening, the stranger had leapt forward and twisted the wrist of your crushes hand, that was about to touch your skin, making him wail in pain. “I don’t like being talked back to. I ordered you to not touch her and yet you chose to disobey,” the stranger spoke through gritted teeth, “You know what I do to those who disobey me?” When your crush didn’t answer, the stranger broke his expressionless mask and grinned. “I will show you exactly what I do, creature.” Taking the other’s wrist in both hands, the stranger quickly but pressure on the joint until you first could hear bones cracking before your crush screamed in pain, falling to his knees and clutching his hand which was now helplessly dangling off his arm.

Yanking your crush by his hair to make him look up, the stranger spoke dangerously calm: “Do not come near her again or I will take my time breaking all of your knuckles separately before I snap your wrist. I might not even stop there. Maybe I will take the time to dislocate your shoulder, break a couple of ribs or shatter the bones in your arms so you won’t even be able to touch anyone ever again. Did you understand?” Still whining in pain the other didn’t answer. “I asked a question, creature. I will not repeat myself.” “I understand, fallen one,” your crush whimpered, baring his throat to the stranger who immediately released his grip as if it was burning him. “Leave this place,” he spat out before looking at you for the first time tonight.

You didn’t even notice your ex-crush scrambling to get up and hurrying out of the kitchen when you felt the stranger’s gaze wandering over your body. To say you were terrified wasn’t even enough to describe the fear you felt. He had just broken this guy’s wrist just because he had tried to touch you again. “You have nothing to fear, girl. I can’t hurt you,” he said after a while. “I think you are perfectly capable of hurting me after what I saw,” you dared to say which earned you a grin from the man in front of you. “I didn’t say that I wasn’t capable of it. I just said that I couldn’t.” Swallowing around the lump that had formed in your throat, you willed your body to not shudder at his words. “We should leave this place. There are way too many disgusting creatures here and I don’t have the desire to let you witness any more violence today.” With that the stranger took your hand in his and led you out of the kitchen, through the mass of drunk people and out of the house.

When he began walking in the direction that your apartment was, your brain seemed to finally catch on to what had just happened and you shook off his hand. Stopping dead in his tracks, he looked down at your now separated hands before raising an eyebrow in question. Gaping at him with an open mouth you just managed to breathe out a “What the fuck” before the scene in the kitchen played again before your eyes. “You just broke that guy’s wrist.” “You just noticed?” He asked teasingly while running a hand through his messy dark brown hair. “He didn’t even do anything.” “He would have if I hadn’t stopped him. You heard him say it.” That knocked the wind out of your sails. He was right of course. But that didn’t mean that you had to admit it. “What if that’s what I wanted?” You asked, feigning confidence that you really didn’t have. For all that you knew this man was aggressive and did not shy away from using violence. “No.” “No? What do you mean no? Who are you anyways to patronise me like this?” You asked the stranger, getting angry. “You may call me Kiyhun,” he answered calmly, scanning the surroundings, probably for any passer-by that heard your shouting. “Oh, I may?” You asked, sarcasm dripping from your lips, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Listen up, princess,” Kiyhun began speaking while shedding his suit jacket, leaving him in a black turtleneck, before draping it across your bare shoulders, “I can sense that you are getting cold, scream at me all you want when I brought you back to your apartment but let me assure you: You did not want to go home and spend the night with that foul creature.” Blushing from his sudden gentle move, you pulled the jacket tighter around yourself, it was indeed getting chilly. When Kihyun began walking again, you hurried to fall into step with him again. You couldn’t quite make sense of him. First he was all violent towards that guy and now he acted all gentle towards you even though he was a stranger to you. You were pretty sure you had never even seen him even once on campus. A man like him stood out with his handsome features and sharp style. How did he know who you were and where you were living? “You still haven’t answered my question though,” you whispered after some time. “What question?” “I asked who you are.”

Wrinkling his nose, Kihyun almost nervously rubbed his neck. “That’s not an easy question to answer, princess. You weren’t supposed to ever meet me.” “What does that even mean?” You asked in confusion. “I was sent to protect you. In secret. From the shadows. It’s what I have been doing for a while now, trying to keep you away from foul creatures like that one at the party. But you are quite the stubborn person,” he chuckled darkly. “I didn’t think you would keep approaching him after you spilled coffee on yourself twice.” “You made me spill my coffee?” You didn’t believe him. How would he have done that if you had never seen him? “One of my many talents,” he only grinned and wiggled his fingers. Rolling your eyes at his innuendo, you groaned: “How are you any better than him?” “Never said I was. Technically speaking I’m worse than him but I already told you that I can’t hurt you, princess,” he told you with a wink before opening the door to your apartment complex for you, mind you without any key. Catching your surprised look he just cryptically said: “Told you those fingers had more talents.”

The walk up the stairs was quiet and before you could search for your keys, Kihyun had already opened the door to your apartment, holding it open for you with a sly grin. “After you, princess.” Blushing at the nickname, you stepped past him, toeing your shoes off and neatly hanging his jacket up. “What... What are we supposed to do now?” You asked him, unsure about what he had meant before when he had told you about how he was supposed to protect you. From what? It wasn’t like you lived in a terrible area of the city where you had to fear getting robbed or assaulted. “Whatever you want, princess,” Kihyun answered, slipping out of his shoes and making his way to your living room like he owned the place. Had he been in here before? Had he broken into your place? “I’m going to make a cup of tea, would you like anything?” You asked him, at a loss what you should do, too many questions filling your head. He just shook his head, inspecting the pictures you had put up on your wall. The little time it took for the water to boil was barely enough to sort out your thoughts. Who or what was the stranger? And what was that whole protecting thing about?

Now sitting on your couch with him, sipping your tea in silence you still weren’t sure what to make of everything that had happened today. “You look like you want to ask something,” Kihyun ripped you from your thoughts. “I don’t know where to start,” you admitted, searching for the right way to ask the question that had been in your mind for a long time now. “What exactly are you, Kihyun? You definitely aren’t human. Humans can’t cause accidents without even being in the same space or open doors without keys. Or tell people that they have been sent by someone to protect you from creatures, not men but creatures.” He chuckled and focused his wandering eyes back on your face. “I thought you would never ask, princess. I already told you part of my name. The rest of my title would be prince Kihyun, fallen angel, one of the 72 demons of Ars Goetia, tainted by lust, banned from heaven by the archangels themselves who used to call me their brother.”

Your mouth opened to reply something but your mind was wiped clean. What does one even reply to something like this? “That’s why he called you fallen one?” You decided to ask to fill the silence that had settled between you two. Kihyun just nodded, his eyes somehow seemed like he wasn’t with you, like he was lost in a memory or something. “And someone told you to protect me?” Another quick nod. “And who was that?” At that he just shrugged his shoulders. “They didn’t reveal themselves. But they needed to perform a powerful ritual to bind a prince of hell.”

“But why do I get a guardian demon? Everyone gets guardian angels.” That statement made Kihyun burst out in laughter. It was probably the most beautiful, melodic laughter you had ever heard. Not quite the laugh that made you laugh with them just for the sake of laughing but a laugh that made you smile softly and tinted your cheeks a rosy colour. “Angels wouldn’t even bat an eye at any human’s problems. They just don’t care. Everyone thinks they are these empathetic creatures who just want the best for everyone which is as far from the truth as it could be. They are cold-hearted, calculating beings with no desires other than keeping everything as it is and follow their orders without questioning them,” he lectured you, raking a hand through his messy hair again, causing a couple of dark strands to fall into his face. You had to grab your teacup harder to not give in to the need to push them back to feel if they were as silky as they seemed. “But what about demons? Aren’t they supposed to just follow their desires no matter what? And just mess with people just because it gives them joy? How does that make them any better?” “We aren’t. But we are different. Angles and demons or more specifically fallen angles are two sides of the same medal. One side cold and indifferent, the other only lead by their own desires. But both seem to only care about themselves,” he spoke calmly, stretching his arms out on the backrest of the couch, picking at a loose thread near your head.

“And what are you supposed to do now? Follow me everywhere like a stalker and keep embarrassing me in front of everyone when a creep is present?” “I suppose,” Kihyun sighed before he grinned at you, flashing his perfectly straight, white teeth, “But embarrassment doesn’t seem to quite work on you. You are quite persisting, princess.” You blushed but didn’t know whether it was because of the pet name so casually slipping over his plush lips or because of his teasing. “How long do you have to do this?” you asked after sipping the lost drop of your tea, gently setting the mug down. “Until the binding breaks I guess. Depends on whoever cast it in the first place. You don’t know anyone who would know how to summon and bind a demon by chance?” “I didn’t even know creatures like demons or angles were real until today. I still don’t really believe it,” you confessed, scared and fascinated by your guardian at the same time.

“Oh, I can show you just how real I am,” the demon grinned and scooted closer to you, your bare thigh touching his, the feeling of the rough denim making you shiver. “Sensitive, aren’t we, princess?” He grinned, placing one of his hands where your stocking met your bare skin, toying with the elastic, letting it snap against your skin in a playful manner. Taking a shaky breath, you tried to not let him affect you so much but he was really close to you and you could swear you could feel his breath ghosting over your lips. Getting bolder, Kihyun teasingly slipped one of the straps of your dress off your shoulder, kissing the skin gently before kissing his way up to your neck where he sucked harshly on your pulse point, leaving a purple bruise behind. Moaning in pleasure you bared your neck for him, granting him further access to your sensitive skin. You felt his chuckle more than you heard it, his teeth scraping against your skin making you whimper.

“I’ll give you one chance to tell me to stop, princess,” he spoke, his lips almost touching yours while his hand on your thigh slowly made its way to the hem of your dress. When he didn’t hear any words of complaint but only heavy breathing, he captured your lips in a heated kiss, claiming your mouth. Not wasting any time, he hiked your dress up and pushed your thighs apart to cup your panty clad sex, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit. Kihyun swallowed the moan that escaped your lips and let his tongue slip between your lips. Tangling your hands in his messy hair you tried to push him even closer to you, your body arching against him. Grinning he broke the kiss. “Eager to find out how good I can make you feel with my hands alone?” He asked while taking in your already wrecked appearance: Your eyes were blown wide in pleasure and you ground your hips shamelessly against his hand when he had stopped moving it against you. “Answer me, princess,” he whispered into your ear, his free hand grabbing your hair and exposing your neck to him. “Please, Kihyun,” you managed to say, biting down on your lip to stop the moans from spilling out. Chuckling he pulled the damp fabric of our panties to the side so he could gather your arousal on his fingers. “So wet for me already,” he moaned before attaching his lips to your neck again while slipping a finger inside you, pulling a satisfied moan from your lips which turned into a whine when he didn’t start to move his finger immediately instead gently circling his thumb on your clit. “You have to work for it, princess,” Kihyun breathed, placing a kiss on the abused flesh on your neck, where a dark bruise was already forming. Sighing while grinding your hips against his finger, you formed the words he had wanted to hear: “What do you want me to do?”

Growling deep in his chest, he captured your lips in a bruising kiss and thrust his finger into your heat harshly, filling the silent room with obscene noise. You broke the kiss with a loud moan when he added a second finger and crooked them just right so he was massaging your sweet spot. Just when you felt your orgasm approach almost embarrassingly quick, the demon quickly pulled his fingers from your heat and pushed them past your lips instead before any complaints could leave them. Almost instinctively you sucked on the digits and swirled your tongue around them, tasting your arousal. “I want you to undress, princess. Then you will sit on my lap where I can spread your beautiful thighs apart and reward your little pussy for being so obedient,” the demon demanded, his voice deeper than before, rumbling in his chest, before he pulled his finger from your lips and sat back against the couch, spreading his legs out. Wanting nothing more than his hands back on your body, you stood up with shaky legs, gradually slipping the second strap of your dress off. “You are in no position to tease me, princess,” Kihyun growled, palming himself through his jeans. The sight of his cock straining the dark fabric made your mouth water. Almost ripping your dress and panties off of you, you fell to your knees in front of him, stroking his strong thighs, eyes fixed to his hand moving lazily along the outlines of his dick.

“You want me that bad, princess?” You only managed to nod before he grabbed your hair and pushed you against him, making you nuzzle his clothed erection. A shaky breath left his parted lips when he felt your hands undo his pants to push them down, the lack of underwear making you chuckle. His cock wetly slapped against the skin of his abdomen where his shirt had ridden up, a bead of precum glistening at the head. When you just stared at the bare size of it, he grinned smugly. “What are you waiting for, princess?” His voice snapped you out of your stupor and you gave his dick a couple of experimental strokes, spreading the precum to make the slide easier. Licking a stripe from base to tip, tracing one of the prominent veins, you took the head into your mouth while looking up at him. A curse left his lips and he rested his head back when you sucked harshly and swirled your tongue along the sensitive slit, tasting him. Feeling proud that you could make him loose his composure like this, you closed your eyes and slowly took more and more of his length into your mouth, bobbing your head and wrapping your fist around the part you couldn’t fit. “Fuck princess you look so good like this, your pretty lips around my cock, sucking it like you were made for it.” Kihyun’s praise made you moan around him, ripping a growl from him in response. “Look up at me,” he commanded and you gladly obeyed, moaning again at his appearance. He had taken off his turtleneck, exposing the pale flesh of his strong chest. But what turned you on even more was his heated gaze that had turned his eyes into dark pits of obsidian.

He grabbed your hair again, pulling you off of his cock with a wet pop. Catching your breath, you both just stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. You were sure you looked just as fucked out as he did, squirming on your knees and pressing your legs together, your sex clenching around nothing in need. “Get up here, princess,” Kihyun ordered, tapping his lap. Not before pressing a last kiss to the flush head of his cock, you slowly climbed onto his lap and claimed his lips in a kiss that was more teeth, tongue and want than anything else. When he grabbed your hips to grind your pussy against his erection, you loudly moaned into each other’s mouths, trying to swallow the sounds. “Please, Kihyun,” you begged again, bracing your arms behind yourself on his thighs, trying to get more of that sweet friction by rolling your hips down against him harder. “Not yet, princess,” he moaned, reaching between your bodies to rub steady circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you cry out both in pleasure and frustration, “I want to see you cum like this first, squirming on my lap, desperate for me to fill you up with my cock, spreading you open.” Another loud moan left your lips at his filthy words. This man would be the death of you, you were sure. You were grinding against his length like a horny teenager trying to get off as fast as you could just to finally feel him inside you. You gasped loudly when he closed his lips around one of your nipples and twirled his tongue around the sensitive nub. Grabbing onto his messy hair, you held him in place, squirming between his hand on your clit and his hot mouth. Feeling your orgasm threatening to wash over you, you aimlessly yanked at his hair, suddenly feeling something hard beneath your hands. Looking down in confusion you saw two little horns hidden in Kihyun’s hair. The realization that he actually still was a dangerous creature along with his eyes looking up at you from where he was still sucking on you nipple, made you trip over the edge, your orgasm hitting you hard.

Throwing your head back in pleasure you felt his grip around your hips tighten. The moan of the demon’s name got stuck in your throat when he suddenly lifted you up and thrust his length into you while you were still shaking and clenching around nothing from your orgasm. A loud curse left Kihyun’s lips when he ground his dick inside you. “Fuck, you feel so good, princess, squeezing my dick like that.” Still riled up despite your orgasm, you kissed him feverishly, fingers finding his horns again, stroking along the base of them. Gasping against your lips, Kihyun bucked his hips up, fucking his erection even deeper into you. “Keep touching me like that and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” the demon growled into your ear before sucking another hickey on your neck. Grinning you lifted your hips and sank down on him again, loving the slow drag of his cock against your sensitive walls. Picking up a slow rhythm, you tried to find the right angle for him to hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. Gasping when his cock was hitting it just right, you yanked at his hair to pull his lips from your neck to kiss him feverishly. Moaning into the air between you, you picked up the rhythm of your hips and gently massaged the base of his horns before whispering: “Fuck me like you mean it, demon.”

That made something snap inside Kihyun, an inhuman growl escaping his throat as he gripped your hips hard to hold you in place to fuck up into you hard and precise, making you squirm and moan in pleasure. “Watch your mouth, princess. Even with you on top of me, I’m the one in charge, you understand that?” He spat out between ragged breaths, landing a harsh slap on your ass, making you arch in his hold. Suiting the action to the word, he placed his feet more firmly to the floor, getting more leverage to slam his cock inside you. With each thrust his hips met yours and you let your head fall beside his, the breathy moans you let out only spurring him on even more. “Is that what you wanted, princess?” he growled, “You want to cum all over my cock?” Not able to form any coherent sentences, you just let out an embarrassingly high pitched moan, clutching tighter to him, raking your nails down his shoulders, feeling the knot in your stomach already tighten. It just took Kihyun to slip a hand between your bodys to rub quick circles into your clit, to trip you over the edge, the orgasm hitting you even harder than the first one. Your whole body was trembling and it felt like your blood had been exchanged with molten lava. You let out a string of curses, clutching tight to your guardian demon, riding out the pleasure with soft circles of your hips. Yanking his head down so you could kiss him again, you lazily licked into his mouth.

“I’m not finished with you princess,” Kihyun breathed when you two separated, grinding his still hard cock into you, making you whimper, your body still sensitive. He gave you some time to come back down from your orgasm, gently running his hands along the curves of your body. “Come on princess, be a good girl for me. Hands and knees, let me see that beautiful ass,” he instructed when your legs finally had stopped shaking, lifting you off of his cock. You couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your lips at the sudden emptiness when you shifted on the sofa, arching your back. Chuckling he grabbed a handful of your ass and kneaded the soft flesh. Almost purring you wiggled closer to him until you could feel his cock slide against your backside. Grinding against you, the demon pushed a hand between your shoulder blades so your upper body was pressed against the cushions, making your back arch. “So pretty and all spread out for me,” he murmured, grabbing the base of his erection tightly and teasing your entrance with the head of his dick. “Please,” you begged, needing him back inside you.

“If you ask so nicely, who am I to deny you?” The demon growled, pushing into you in one swift move, wasting no time in setting a harsh pace, the sound of your skin slapping against each other filling the silence of the room along with your moans and his groans. When he started to grip your ass so tight, you were sure you’d have bruises tomorrow, pulling you back onto him and his rhythm faltering you could tell that he was getting close. Growling deep in his chest, the demon grabbed your hair, pulling you up so you where flush against him, the change of the angle making you cry out and clench around him. “Fuck, princess, keep squeezing me like that and I won’t last much longer,” he panted into your neck, snapping his hips more vigorously and reaching around you to rub tight circles in your clit. “I’m so close please don’t stop,” you begged him, tears close to spilling over from all the pleasure you were feeling, throat raw from all the moaning. When you were right on the edge of your orgasm, you clenched down around him, squirming in his hold. But that was already enough to send him over the edge, spilling his cum deep inside of you, biting down on your shoulder to muffle his load moan.

Groaning he let go of you, causing you so slump back against the sofa, his softening cock slipping out of you. “No, no, no,” you squirmed, pushing back against him, “Need you back inside me.” “Don’t worry princess,” Kiyhun chuckled, watching his cum drip out of your clenching pussy, “Three time’s the charm, they say.” Dragging a finger through your folds, he gathered the cum that had leaked and fucked it right back into you, ripping a moan from your throat. “Ass up,” he commanded and you immediately obeyed, arching your back further. Slapping your ass once, the demon fucked three of his fingers into you before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking harshly. With how close you had been before he had reached his climax, it didn’t took long for you to be right on the edge again, your moans rising in pitch. “I’m gonna cum,” you choked out, not even realizing the tears that were staining the pillows beneath you. “Cum for me, princess,” Kihyun breathed, barely audible over the sound of your moans and whimpers but the vibrations it send to your clit send you over the edge for the third time that night, your whole body going taut before every strength left you, slumping against the cushions, legs twitching. Pleased with how fucked out you were, the demon pulled his fingers from your twitching heat, licking them clean from your arousal, humming in satisfaction.

“You believe me now when I tell you I’m real despite being a demon?” He breathed into your skin when he kissed his way up your spine before pulling your body flush with his, wrapping you up in his arms. “Very real,” you murmured, reaching to tread your hands through his damp hair, trailing your fingers over his horns, making a sigh leave his lips. “I like those,” you giggled, taking a closer look at his dark horns peeking out from his messy hair. Chuckling he nuzzled his head into your hand. “If you keep scratching them like this, I’m going to fall asleep in no time.” “No round two?” You playfully pouted at him. “I don’t think either you or me have another round in us right now,” Kihyun grinned, running a hand along your still shaking thigh. “How come you are this exhausted? I thought demons tainted by lust could go for longer,” you teased him, pillowing your head near his heartbeat. “Restricting myself costs quite some energy, princess. I didn’t plan on suddenly knocking various furniture everywhere because my wings decided to sprout because I lost control completely. My horns weren’t supposed to come out either,” the demon said, voice already heavy with sleep. “You have wings? Like with real feathers?” Pulling you closer to him, he softly kissed your hair. “If you are a good girl and stay out of trouble, I might show you sometime.”

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