#which is SO impossible but. every day every minute every second it’s. almost entirely what my mind things of

[jordyn14]

Can you please write a movie night fic where reader starts to fall asleep and Joe helps her by rubbing her head but reader keeps fighting sleep

Pairing: Joe Burrow x fem first person

Words: 1173

Notes: this is a lot shorter than a lot of other fics that I’ve written, but I think it’s just so cute <3

Joe and I were cuddled up on the couch watching The Notebook. Today was Valentine’s Day and every single Valentine’s Day we watched The Notebook. It started when we started dating in high school, and now at 25 years old, it is still our ritual. For the entire day leading up to our special movie night, Joe bought me flowers and took me on a little picnic to our favorite little secluded spot in Cincinnati, which was the same place he proposed to me a few months ago.

I was laying there with my head on Joes chest, our legs tangled together so much that I couldn’t quite make out which ones were mine through the outline of them under the blanket. The only lights that gave the room such a beautiful and calming glow were from the candles Joe placed around the living room for our movie night. On the side of Joe were two bowls. One was filled with popcorn and was for me since Joe doesn’t like popcorn, and in the other bowl held some candies and sweets that were for the both of us.

The room was so dark that I could barely keep my eyes open and was fighting sleep. Were about half way through the movie and for most of it, my eyes felt so incredibly heavy. The room was so dark, only being lit by the sporadic candles around the room, and being in Joes arms didn’t help one bit. While I rested my head on his chest, one of his hands was around me and drawing shapes into the bare skin of my hip and the other was grabbing some candy and popping them into his mouth every now and then.

My eyes were shut for about two minutes before sleep almost over took me. I groaned a little bit, trying to fight it, and reached over to grab some more candy, hoping the sugar would keep me awake. From above me, Joe started chuckling at how tired I was and how much I was struggling not to go to sleep. I lifted my head up to look at him and started laughing with him. “I keep almost falling asleep.” I said. “I know, I’ve been watching you. Do you want to finish this movie tomorrow? It will still count since we started it today.” Joe said.

I shook my head and placed it back on his chest, continuing to watch the movie, although I’ve missed so much of it because my eyes have been accidentally closed for a lot of it. “No, we have to finish watching it. It’s our tradition.” I said and popped another piece of candy in my mouth. “Alright, Whatever you say baby.” Joe chuckled, knowing exactly what the outcome would be: me not being able to fight sleep any longer and passing out, just like almost every movie night we have.

With Joe’s free hand, he placed it on top of my head and gently and slowly started rubbing my head and combing his fingers through my hair. I smiled a little bit at the feeling and sighed. “That feels good, Don’t stop.” I hummed, nuzzling my head against Joes chest. Usually him playing with my hair always kept me wide awake because I wanted to feel it forever, but even him doing that wasn’t enough, because my eyes were still so heavy.

With a sigh, I let my eyes shut, hoping it would just be for a few seconds, but I realized if I kept them shut for any longer, I would surely fall asleep. With another groan, I reached up and opened up my eyes with my fingers so I would stop closing them. “This is terrible.” I said, furrowing my eyebrows. I wanted to stay awake so badly, but it felt impossible. “Well on the plus side, you look adorable when you’re sleepy.” Joe said.

All of a sudden, he put his phone in front of my face and instead of seeing his usual Lock Screen, I saw a picture of me sleeping and I had some chocolate on my face. “No way, take that off.” I laughed while quickly looking up at him and wiping off my mouth with my sleeve, shifting so I wasn’t really laying down anymore. “Ooh, that worked.” Joe said with that gorgeous smirk. With a scowl, I reached for his phone but he quickly extended his arm away from me so I couldn’t reach it. “You dick.” I said, unable to hold back my laugh as I sat up more and reached for his phone, but he kept moving it away from me or switching hands.

“Too slow.” Joe said when he moved it away from me quickly. I glared at him and then acted all sad as a joke. Joe knew it was still a joke but he was still distracted, so I took advantage of that and reached up and snatched his phone from his hand. “Hey.” Joe laughed and tried to take it back, not expecting me to grab it from him. I quickly crawled away from him and to the other side of the couch and started typing in his password. “Come back here.” Joe laughed and tried to reach for me. Once I was far enough away, I put in his password and was just about to change his wallpaper when he grabbed me under the armpits and drug me towards him. With a small scream, giggled spewed out of me and I accidentally dropped his phone. “No! Let me go!” I screamed.

Laughter filled the room as he set me down on his lap and started tickling me. “Hey!” I giggled. I fidgeted and tried to get away from him, but he wouldn’t stop tickling me. “Now do you feel awake?” Joe laughed. “Yes, I’m awake, I’m awake. I promise. I won’t fall back asleep.” I begged, trying to get him to stop tickling me. Very slowly, Joe stopped tickling me after making sure I wasn’t going to fall asleep anymore. The both of us were still laughing while we started to go back to where we were originally at.

When Joe got situated under the blanket again, he lifted it up and I scooted under it and placed my head back on his chest. For the first time during the entire movie, I was actually awake. After a few seconds, Joe put his phone back in front of my face and I saw the same picture that had been on his Lock Screen since we’ve been together. It was us on our first date when we went ice skating. We were both so incredibly young and looked the same yet so different. Granted, Joe did gain a lot more muscle and grew his hair out since then. “Better?” He asked me. “Much. I love you, Joey.” I said with a smile and glanced up at him. Joe leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips. “I love you more baby.” He said.

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Part 2 to Desperate Times Call for Filthy Fantasies

Daddy Dom!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Brat!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty

Character(s): Simon "Ghost" Riley, Reader

Summary: After a certain Lieutenant allowed his fantasies to run wild, there was only one thing left to do: make them a reality. Opportunity presents itself one day as your brattiness has reached new highs and he follows you into the communal bathroom and locks the door behind you both. You're all alone and now what? Seems you've bitten off more than you can chew, but you both know now that was your plan all along.

Word Count: 5.2 k

Warnings:

“What the fuck are you doing?” Ghost demanded as he stepped up to confront you, his voice sharp and harsh. You were in quite the mood today, deciding the night before that instead of pulling your usual bullshit you would be employing a new tactic to piss of your Lieutenant.

There was no way for you to have known how your superior had allowed his fantasies to run rampant through his mind, how he had been in a constant state of being turned on whenever he had to be near you now, how his cock was nearly raw from how many times he’d had to jerk it lately. No, you didn’t know any of that, but it definitely helped your newest little scheme.

“I’m not doing anything,” you said, not even bothering to look into the face of the man trying to reprimand you as you again moved away back to what you were doing.

You should have just been running drills before rifle practice, but instead of simply getting to it and doing it in silence, every time Ghost passed near you a suggestive noise slipped out of your mouth. Moaning, panting, humming; all those beautiful noises of what you would sound like as you climaxed just loud enough that he alone could hear.

It took every ounce of his strength to subdue the aching bulge consistently being made to grow in his pants, threatening to tent the fabric out and display his true feelings about the entire situation and every minute that passed it became almost impossible to quell. Goddamn him for indulging his imagination because now he had to deal with this shit and it made him furious that there was nothing he could do to fix it. Well, not yet.

Making another round to supervise his subordinates, he again passed by you and again was met with a closed-lipped moan as he got within earshot. You looked up as you finished your bit of vocal acting and locked eyes with him in an unmistakable act of defiance which he took the bate of.

“Dammit, I said stop,” he ordered, but again you brushed him off.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“That’s it,” he growled, “I’m not playing games anymore private. You want to get reprimanded again?”

You shrugged. “Fine. What will it be this time, sir? Five hundred push ups or shall I run until the sun sets. Just make up your mind quick so I can get this started.”

Fucking bitch, he thought. “Push ups, now. And if I see your back not straight a board you are starting over. Got it?”

“Sure,” you said as you rolled your eyes and got on your hands and knees.

Not again, he could not take another second of this. Something had to be done or he was going to explode. What was your fixation with inducing his rage? Why could you simply not leave him be?

Ghost had already thought it before, but he had to wonder even more with this new development if the reason behind your actions was to get his attention, the type of attention that wasn’t so innocent. As his hand discreetly adjusted his cock inside his pants, it already throbbing against his touch, he knew he needed to find out.

It was the middle of the day when Ghost finally caught back up with you. At the far end of the base, near the Private barracks, he saw you chatting away with some of your fellow recruits. He watched silently, trying to concoct a plan to get you alone and finally nip this shit in the bud. There were plenty of things he could do: walk up and order you to his office, walk into the barracks and order everyone else out, but as he stood there brooding with what to do, you said your goodbyes and broke off from the small group.

His eyeline followed you as you walked your unsuspecting way to the communal bathrooms alone and stepped inside. This was his chance, at least it looked that way from the outside. Before he could stop himself or think of any possible ramifications of his actions, he stormed right in after you without hesitation. The moment he was inside his gaze scanned the room quick to locate you and found you standing in front of the sinks, peering at yourself in the mirror as you checked your face and hair, then moving on to readjust your breasts to sit up higher in your bra.

Your gaze shifted from the mirror once you felt that familiar pair of eyes on you and as you turned you saw the broad form of your superior officer blocking up the doorway with his impressive figure. He was silent, but then again wasn’t he always? Probably come to continue the earlier argument; good thing you were always ready to push him.

“Fancy meeting you here,” you said nonchalantly with a hint of sarcasm as you finished preening without caring if he saw. “Came to powder your nose as well? Please, don’t let me stop you. I promise I won’t look if you pull off the mask.”

He was quiet, too quiet, as those brown eyes again looked thoroughly through the room. What the hell was he searching for you wondered. It took him less than a minute to finally turn his attention back to you and as he secured that intimidating gaze directly into your eyes, his hand slipped behind his back and you heard a click as the lock on the bathroom door was engaged.

Slowly you turned away from the sink, facing him as you crossed your arms just under your chest. “Care to tell me what this is about, sir?” you asked, not the least bit afraid. “Kind of suspicious the way you just locked us in here like that.”

“Don’t you fucking dare play coy with me, princess,” he growled, his voice deep and menacing as his glare drilled daggers into you through the eye holes of his mask. “We both know exactly what the fuck it is you are doing and if you think you’ll just get away with it anymore, you’re fucking wrong luv.”

The corner of your lip upturned into a smirk. “Care to actually explain what it is I am being accused of? Or would you rather I start making a scene so you get caught doing … whatever this is by keeping me trapped in here? Your choice Lieutenant.”

Christ, the way you made his body burn with an uncontrollable need to put you in your fucking place, to have you bending over backward to his whims, was both infuriating and intoxicating all at once until he did not know up from down. You were fiery and that’s exactly how liked them; the challenge of making the spicy ones come to heel was half the fun for him. And it had been quite a while since he had been able to put his skill to the test.

“Your lack of respect and piss poor attitude are getting fucking old, little girl,” he hissed, his lips curling into a snarl under the fabric of his mask. “And now you want to pull this, hmm? Can’t bitch your way out of it so you decide to make yourself look like a slag to, what? Distract me?”

“Is that what this is about?” you questioned, followed by a malicious chuckle, shaking your head; he didn’t know what he was getting himself into. “And so what if I am?”

“Excuse me?” he interjected.

“You heard me,” you stood firm. “You see, I checked and double checked, I’m still within dress code so I don’t see your fucking problem. Besides, maybe I like making you stare whenever I am around; that’s not a crime and, let’s be honest, there is nothing you can do about it.”

Was that more provocation? Because now that he had the upper hand, it would definitely come with a price. The more defiant you got the harder he became. “Oh,” he said as he took a few steps closer, his boots crunching as they crushed the debris stuck in the grooves along the bottom. “Is that so?”

You weren’t going to back down, not when you were ready to see what he was going to do about it. “If you have a personal problem with me distracting you, maybe you should look into stroking it more often instead of acting like it’s my fault.”

“That’s because it is, sweetheart, and I’m fucking sick of it.”

Large, heavy sounding steps that seemed magnified by the otherwise quiet room kept the beat as he stalked towards the object of his ire and his desire. You matched his pace only moving backwards until your shoulder blades hit the wall; there was nowhere else for you to go now.

This wasn’t like those times during trainging when others had been around to boost your confidence in your back talk, this was a new side to him that you had yet to see. No shouting, no barking orders, nothing but silent intimidation by his impressive physical form. He towered over you in an imposing fashion and shut you up real fucking quick. Looking up into his face, you noticed the look he now gave you had gone dark as the closeness had cast shadows over his eyes behind the mask, giving him a feral look that sent a shiver down your spine.

“Where’s that attitude of yours now, hmm?” Ghost questioned. “That’s what I thought. You see, I realized that I’ve been going about this all wrong, luv.”

Reaching out his arm, his hand found its target and with powerful fingers he wrapped them around your slender neck. He didn’t touch you with hesitation as if he was unsure about what his intentions were, he touched you like he fucking owned you and you could feel the heat rise in your cheeks and a throbbing between your thighs at that certainty. His grip was firm, but not painful; he wanted you to know that the control was no longer yours.

“Daddy never disciplined you when you got out of line, did he, princess? I bet he spoiled you fucking rotten and now you think you can just do whatever you want and there won’t be any fucking consequences, is that it?” He shook his head with a click of his tongue.

Through his palm, you could feel his heatbeat pounding furiously. This was the first time he had really touched you and there was a certain jolt there as his skin connected with yours. Those copper eyes sparked to life like a fire had been kindled inside him as he glared down at you.

“Too bad I am not one to let you get away with it anymore,” he stated, “no, you are about to be made to follow directions. I’ve tried and fucking tried to get through to you, but I was going about it all wrong, wasn’t I? You are challenging me because you secretly want me to put you in your fucking place, isn’t that right?”

Looking up at him through heavy lids and thick eyelashes, you didn’t need to say a word; your silence said volumes. “You want my attention,” he said, “and fuck, you are going to have it.”

On of his wide knees found your thighs and with a good bit of pressure applied he split them apart. His own thigh pushed against your sex and he found that it was warm against his leg. As he pushed in farther, his eyes caught you struggling not to let him notice the way you took your bottom lip into your mouth and bit down, clearly from something being stimulated.

“Poor little girl,” he degraded cockily in that deep, gruff voice of his, “now that I’m this close I can see how goddamn pathetic you’ve been this whole time. Pushing me to my limit just to see what I would do. What is it you need? Want a big, strong man with more experience to make you their bitch?”

Those big doe-eyes stared right back at him. “Yes,” you confirmed quietly.

Ghost nodded his head. “Fine, I’ll bite, but we do this my way. Go on then, get on your knees.”

Your eyebrows raised with the tilt of your head. “And what if I don’t?”

Something in the air changed in that moment; the tension became so thick between you both you couldn’t breathe without it filling your body to the brim as he grabbed the back collar of his shirt with both hands and slowly slipped it off his torso. That bare chest covered in a thin layer of light brown hair immediately drew your attention from his face.

You knew the man was thick, it was clear from the way his uniform hugged his curves, but you were not prepared for just how toned he was. His line of work obviously kept him supreme shape, each muscle scuplted as if he were carved from marble all the way down his torso in firm and tight ripples of skin until it reached that ‘V’ that led like an arrow down into his pants. God, you needed to know how big the appendage it was pointing to was.

Leaning his cloth-covered face in closer as if he were about to connect your mouths through the fabric, he stopped just shy of your lips, making your body squirm as the proximity of his own just out of reach felt was like a new form of torture. You may have gotten the jump-start on him long before now, made his body burn with your teasing, but he could tease even better when it came down to it. He’d have you bending over backwards to do as he said in no time.

Ghost exhaled quick and sharp through his nose, “When the fuck did I ask? I said on your knees, now.”

Taking a step back, you were given just enough space to move. He was impassible, like a wall made of stone, and there was nothing else for you to do other than lower yourself to the ground before his form. It was like standing at the base of a sycamore tree, gazing up the long thick trunk that seemed to go on forever.

Pointing a finger to the buckle on his belt, he growled. “Undo it.”

Fumbling a bit as you tripped over your unsteady fingers, you did as he said and with a tinkling of metal hitting metal it swung open to hang loosely from the belt loops.

His slacks hung about his waist and he grabbed your hand to shove it inside the confines of his pants, going until he placed it on cock pulsing inside his underwear. “Take it out.”

Good God, what your hand wrapped around made your eyes widen and as you moved his boxer briefs down and out of your way, you could see why. Now that it was free, his thick cock stood at full attention: the tip swollen and already beaded with precum, the veins running the length of it pulsing with his rapid heartbeat making it twitch towards you. It was huge, matching the bulk of the man before you.

Ghost pushed you back so that you were sitting on your heels as he stroked his hand along the shaft a few times just so the shock of it being touched wouldn’t send him over the edge too quickly as he put you to work. “Open your mouth, princess. Let’s give those lips something to do other than bitch.”

His free hand found the back of your head as you sat up on your knees with your mouth agape and he laced his stocky digits through your hair. With a solid push on your skull your head moved forward into him until you had no choice but to take the tip of his cock inside your lips. That beast of a man was easing you into what was to come and you knew it; no man as experienced as him was going to go easy on you for long. The moment you made contact with his cock’s head he grunted and you could feel his it throb into the roof of your mouth.

“Goddammit, babygirl,” he groaned, his grip on your hair getting stronger as he pushed you down further onto his shaft.

Fuck, that impressive girth was almost too much for your tiny orifice to take in all at once and you had to use your hand for compensation at the base or risk choking, but that did not stop you from doing your best to give him exactly what he wanted; you were consumed with the feeling as you were sure if you did a good enough job he would take care of you.

The saltiness of his precum filled the walls of your mouth as with each flick of your tongue around the head of his cock added more moisture to the inside of your lips. Tears stung your eyes as you breathed through your nose, trying your best not to gag from the sheer volume of cock being shoved into your mouth and down your throat, but you couldn’t stop.

“Look up at me,” he commanded as he caught sight of the beads of liquid slipping down the sides of your cheeks; he needed an unhindered view. “That’s it. I want those eyes on mine while I fuck that pretty mouth.”

The more you sucked, the more his hips began thrusting smoothly against your lips until he was fucking your mouth with his hand still on the back of your head to keep you from pulling away. “Ah my little whore, mouth taking cock like it’s your job. That’s all you’re good for isn’t it? Isn’t it?”

You moaned, the vibration from your vocal chords reaching his tip. He grunted as his hips bucked harder against your face, smashing his abdominals into your nose. “Such a dirt bitch, trying to talk with your mouth full.”

His thrusts into your throat became more desperate the more you sucked as that familiar warmth gathered itself in his belly, threatening to tear through him soon. You never let your gaze falter, no matter how hard he hit your gag reflex, even that teary look in your eye as you struggled to take him; all together it was not helping. He would need to cool down if he wanted to play with you more; no sense in coming yet when you had more holes for him to explore.

Putting his hands on your shoulders, he pushed you off him and pulled out of your mouth. A bit of spit and precum dribble out and down from the corner of your lips and you wiped it away with the back of your hand as he pulled you to your feet.

No one made looking a face-fucked wreck more beautiful.

Rough hands found your belt buckle and hooked it so that he could jerk you forward into him as his surprisingly nimble fingertips unclasped it and let it hand. The bottom hem of your t-shirt was still tucked neatly inside your pants and Ghost’s huge, veined hands yanked it out before he plunged up and under all the way, through the bottom of your bra as well, until he got to your breasts. That supple and warm flesh in his grasp made his whole body seize with pleasure.

Shit, you were so fucking warm and soft and pliable under his hard grip.

Ghost’s mitts cupped the bulk of your tits as his thumbs pinched the skin of your nipples against the side of his pointer fingers so that he could massage them. Your lips parted, steadily quickening breaths filled up the space between the both of you at the stimulation from his calloused palms mixed with the intensity of his gaze and it left you spiraling.

All at once your shirt was being ripped off over the top of your head before your back was slammed into the wall by the force of Ghost shoving himself into you. Even your form-fitting shirt did not prepare the Lieutenant for the glory of what was hidden underneath and with hungry eyes he flipped the bottom of his skull mask up to his nose to release his mouth quickly. Wet, feverish lips lock onto one of your breast as he leaned his head against your chest, while the other he toyed with still in his hand.

Goddammit it was even better than he imagined, the feeling of those perky tits between his lips. He was in heaven as he sucked and sucked, securing your nipple between the pad of his tongue and the roof of his mouth to get the best seal. Your hand cradled the sides of his head as he went to work, sucking and pulling as you writhed with your pussy against his thigh.

Once satisfied with his work on the first, he switched to the other; can’t leave that one out. The same amount of attention was given to that one as well, which only made your want to grind against him more overwhelming as the wetness between your legs soaked through your panties. He groaned into your chest at how much he enjoyed being smothered against those endowed assets and you nearly came from the beautiful sound alone.

Pleased with his handiwork, he released you only to move on to your neck. The way he bit and sucked, you knew he wanted to mark you and even though you’d have a fucking hell of a time hiding the hickies tomorrow, you didn’t care. Everywhere he went he sent electric shocks across your body and it was more than worth whatever trouble it would cause later.

“Take of your pants, now,” he ordered with a firm growl into the nape of your neck.

The authority in his thickly accented voice hit just right and as he backed off so you could move, you slipped your fingers into the waistband and pulled both your panties and those camo bottoms off your lower half. You were almost positive you heard your superior whimper as he caught sight of your pretty little cunt with its trimmed bit of hair just on top.

Waiting was not an option; he needed to be inside of you now. Where would he take you against? There were a few options, but as he quickly scanned the room a devilish idea struck him as perfect. With a tight grip on your arm he pulled you the few feet back over to the sinks, the large mirror perched just behind it. “Bend over right here, on your stomach,” he barked.

He didn’t wait for you to comply and pushed your upper body over so that your torso was pressed up against the cold countertop. Shoving his boot between your feet, he moved your legs apart, widening your hips and making you back arch so that he would be able to reach your entrance. The curve of your ass was accentuated by the position and he ran a heavy hand across the length of it before giving it a swift smack.

“Mmmm,” he hummed as it jiggled with the reverb from his hand.

That monstrous cock was throbbing against your backside as Ghost inclined over you back to clasp your jaw in his hand, pulling your head into place to face the mirror. “Here’s the deal, sweetheart. If you want me to let you come, then you are gonna fucking watch me fuck you silly. Your eyes move away from that mirror and I stop. You don’t want me to stop. Understand?”

“Yes,” you nodded into his palm.

His grip tightened. “Yes, what?”

You placed your gaze straight ahead. Just as much as he needed to shove all of his aching cock into you, you needed it just as bad. You had waited long enough for this: weeks and weeks of pushing him to his limit in an attempt to have him take you rough and without apology and now you were right at the brink; nothing was going to stop you now.

“Yes, sir.”

That was it, without another sound he stood back up and clenched his abdominal muscles while his strong fingers dug into the meat of your hips as he made sure he was aligned with your entrance. One strong thrust and his phallus ripped into you deep until he reached the base, bottoming out as you cried out.

Your fingertips dug into the hard surface of the countertop as you were filled out to the brim, your walls struggling to accommodate such an impressive object. Shit, you had never been this full before and it took you a minute to adjust.

“N-nh… ah…” Ghost groaned from behind and you watched him in the mirror as he staggered where he stood. “Fucking hell princess, your so tight…oh, f-fuck.”

A roll of your hips into him send shock waves of ecstasy through his pelvis and his head fell forward as he tried to calm himself enough that he didn’t blow his load right then and there just from that initial contact. All the fantasizing he did that night in the shower had nothing on this and he cursed himself for not trying to get in your pants sooner.

Getting himself under control, he began to thrust recklessly in and out of you with a force that shook made your breast sway. His fingers clawed into your flesh, leaving angry, red marks of where he had been that could would still be felt tomorrow. Those full lips twisted into a smirk as he bucked up against your hips, his testicles hitting your pulsing clit to make you twitch and your and your head fall forward.

“What the fuck did I say?” he grumbled as he removed his hand from your hip to grab a fistful of hair and wrench your head back up as he kept pace. “Eyes up.”

Your reflection stared back at the both of you, Ghost’s imposing figure with his chiseled abdominal muscles contracting and releasing with each thrust as his hips plowed you from behind. Ghost noticed how beautifully your cheeks flushed bright red as he continued to fill you up completely, each of his thrusts going completely in you down to the very base,. With the pressure of your orgasm building steadily your eyes took on a dreamy, dazed look as he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves within you time and again with a steady stream of moans that filled the air.

There was something so primal about watching himself fuck you into oblivion.

His amber eyes caught yours in the mirror and he smirked. “Fucking hell baby, you are a picture wrapped around my cock like this,” he groaned, his strokes becoming more sloppy, the slapping sounds of your overly wet cunt getting louder and louder.

The longer he went the more his sanity waned until there was not a single thought left except for the animalistic need to rut into you until he came. You could see the change wash over his face and through his eyes and it only thrilled you more as he became like a predator ready to catch his prey.

“Close,” you found yourself mewling.

One of his bulked arms secured itself around your middle as Ghost pulled you up until your back was flush against his sturdy chest, changing the angle of his thrusts inside you. He had to hold you up by your waist as you stood on the balls of your feet, but it was worth it as this new angle allowed him to reach a free hand down your abdomen to your clit where he could rub circles around that sensitive bundle.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” he teased, desperately clinging to you as he too was about to spill and wanting you to go with him, “ do it then. Come for me little girl, I want you to coat my dick with your juices. Let me feel those fucking walls flutter.”

The way this beast of a man was wrapped around you, his arms laced across your body like an organic body harness that accentuated your curves as you wore him. You were completely at his mercy, his size was just so that he could do with you as he pleased and you would have no say whatsoever. And yet here was furiously pounding into you harder and harder as his fingers stroked your clit; he was doing his upmost to get you off and to be treated so well by someone who could break you was euphoric.

Reaching behind your head, you wrapped your arms around his neck to cling to the muscles in his back as your nails dug in. “Fuck… fuck…mm…mmmh…” you stuttered as that warmth in the base of your stomach was almost at its peak.

“That’s it, come on,” he coaxed, keeping his movements steady.

He pumped with everything in him and that was it; with a shudder your rocketed through you fiery hot, making your body writhe in his grasp. God, it wouldn’t stop, second after second it just kept coming just as strong. Ghost did not let up either and soon you were crying from the over-stimulation.

A few more thrusts and he was following right behind, a roar ripping through his chest as he compressed your torso with a strength that made it hard to breathe. “Goddammit, baby,” his muscles strained as he rode out his orgasm to its end as he painted your insides milky white.

“Is this what you fucking wanted, princess?” he groaned into your ear, your body twitching together as you could barely stand up anymore.

You swallowed hard. “Yes, sir,” you said quietly.

You could see him grinning from ear to ear as you peaked back into the glass. “Good girl,” he praised.

Turning your chin with a slight touch of his fingers, he met your lips with his own. Breathlessly he captured and recaptured your lips as he stayed locked inside you. He tasted like the smoke from his cigarettes, but the way his soft, full lips felt against your own made up for it entirely.

“And you know, if you decide to be good for me from now on I will keep fucking you nice and proper just like this,” he groaned against your mouth as he finally broke the kiss.

You gave him one last quick peck on his mouth. “What if I don’t?” you questioned mischievously.

“Then I’ll be sure that your fucked so thoroughly that you won’t have the energy to pull that shit for the rest of the week,” he said firmly as he released you from his grasp.

Well, that didn’t sound like a punishment at all. Perhaps you’d have to put that to the test later. Right now you had to figure how you were going to get through the rest of the day with your sanity while coated in the scent of your Lieutenant.

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[withleeknow]

fujifilm x100v.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, tooth-rotting fluff which i haven't written in a hot minute @.@ so i actually can't tell if it's that sweet but i hope it is lmao note: a spontaneous blurb written in one sitting because the message below gave me soft boyfie brainrot again lmfao thank you wifeu for sending me down a mini spiral

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your fujifilm x100v, minho always says he hates the thing.

whenever you raise the camera to your face to look through the viewfinder in search of your boyfriend, he would glare at you like a disgruntled grandpa, though he never moves out of the way or diverts your lens elsewhere. he'd let you take your pictures, the cat-like frown still apparent on his face, and observe as you smile fondly once the shot has been snapped. sometimes, if he's feeling particularly generous, he would throw the camera a half-assed peace sign.

ah, your favorite muse.

"stop," he'd groan with an eye roll full of affection, "you have enough photos of me."

he'd complain like this every time you try to immortalize your moments together with your camera, but you know he secretly loves it.

how do you know this? because when you examine the pictures afterward, you would always spot a faint blush painting his face and the top of his ears.

"that's impossible," you'd tell him, then watch as the rosy flush returns to his skin until it matches the tint on the half-flustered minho in your camera. "i could never get enough of you."

the shade only deepens adorably when you press a kiss against his cheek before you show him the picture. he'd smile ever so subtly as he studies his photographed self, captured through your eyes. a smile that would be inconceivable if you weren't an expert on all things minho. his eyes would soften, almost glazed over with an absolute adoration only reserved for you.

love is gentle like summer rain.

love is synonymous with minho.

it's true what you always say to him - that you could never get enough. you could snap a million and one pictures of him and it still wouldn't be sufficient. you want to capture every second of every day with him. every soft dimpled smile. every laugh that takes over him entirely and turns his eyes into crescent moons. every grumpy frown whenever the alarm clock goes off and launches him away from saccharine dreamland. every petulant pout, every cute and harmless scowl, every display of sparkling boba eyes.

everything. every single thing.

your fujifilm x100v, minho always says he hates the thing.

but he was the one who got it for you in the first place.

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[viennakarma]

New Year, New Us

Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: After you and Max broke up, you've never been on the same place at the same time again. That is, until the New Year's Eve party.

Word count: 4.3k

Tags: Smut, female reader, +18, sex (p in v), unprotected sex, ex!reader, a little possessive reader, spanking, cursing (but in a cool way), a bit of dirty talking, pet names, not beta read

Note: not me looking for a GIF that he's not wearing the team kit (there is none). This has been on my docs for a little while. English is not my first language (so please bear any mistake). If you’re my best friend, sophia, look away :)

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“Are you sure he won’t be there?”, you text Alex, your best friend.

While waiting for her answer, you look at yourself in the mirror, checking your makeup, basic due to lack of time, but beautiful nonetheless and the red lipstick gives the whole look a boost. On your body, you wear a set of a mini skirt, and a kind of strapless corset that holds your breasts firmly, giving your look an extra spice. When you went shopping with Alex the day before, she had confirmed that it suited the casual New Year's Eve party the group of friends throws every year.

“Charles confirmed that Max is not in town.” is the response you get from Alex as you wait for the Uber.

It would be really embarrassing if Max was there, because he's the ex you don't want to see under any circumstances. Your separation was difficult, and it almost caused a split in the entire group of friends. Luckily, Max went away for the Formula 1 season, and it wasn't necessary for his friends to choose a side, as he was the one who physically distanced himself from everyone.

Despite everything, he still meets up with friends from the group the few times he's in Monaco in between races, and these outings are the ones you refrain from going to so as not to cross paths with him.

Even though your relationship has collapsed like a house of cards, you and him do your best not to take anything out on your group of friends, you don't talk bad about each other nor impose any “either him or me” choices.

As soon as you arrive at the party, you realize that the “New Year's Eve party with friends” has probably taken on greater proportions. That's what happens when the majority of the group is made up of famous extroverts who make friends so easily. Charles had guaranteed that there would be 30 people at most, but when you enter his apartment, it seems to be at least triple that number.

You look for Alex and your closest group and find them near the small bar, getting drinks. Alex waves as soon as she sees you walking towards them.

She hands you a martini as soon as you catch up to her. Alex hugs you, complimenting your makeup, and you turn to Charles, hugging him, as well as all your other friends. You all toasted together, laughing.

Alex pulls you onto the dance floor, and you both laugh as a Rihanna song comes on. Both of you dance for several minutes until you feel a bit of sweat form on your forehead.

“Shit,” Alex murmurs, immediately stopping dancing. She looks over your shoulder at something behind you.

As soon as you look back, you see Max entering the party carrying a big box of some alcoholic beverage. It's impossible to go unnoticed when he's one of the most famous there. You watch as he smiles when he sees Charles in the crowd, as soon as the two meet, they exchange a friendly hug.

“Sorry, babe. Charles had indeed confirmed that he would not arrive from his trip in time for the party,” Alex justifies herself, but you keep looking in Max's direction. He's talking to Charles when, suddenly, he turns and looks in his direction. His blue eyes bore into yours and you swallow hard. You calculate an escape route for a few seconds, but he looks away and goes back to chatting calmly with Charles.

Alex pulls you away, but you keep looking in Max's direction until she shoves you into another room, which you recognize as the kitchen.

“We can leave if you want, we can find a nightclub or something,” Alex says, capturing your attention again.

“Alex, I'm not going to keep you away from your boyfriend on New Year's Eve just because I can't stand my ex,” You shake your head no. “Besides, if he's so comfortable, I'm not the one who's going to act like I’m not over him.”

“Oh, wow! Girl power, damn it!” Alex yells, opening a cooler on the counter. She pulls out two beers and hands one to you. With a bite of the cap, you quickly open it and after toasting your bottles, you take a giant sip that refreshes you from the heat and makes you more determined.

“That's more like it, now let's get back to the dance floor!” You confirm, with a nod after downing the entire bottle at once. Alex does the same and grabs two more bottles for you and her.

Together, you both return to the dance floor, you and Alex dancing and jumping, screaming the songs at the top of your lungs, as if there was no one else around. When Beyoncé's 6 Inch starts, you two start to dance sensually and sing along. With the song halfway through, you open your eyes feeling other people watching you and notice that they have opened a small circle around the two of you.

The attention only seems to make both Alex and you even more excited. Unintentionally, your eyes meet Max's, and you notice that he, Charles, and practically the rest of the party have their eyes on both of you. You grab Alex's shoulders and pull her close until one of your legs is between hers and one of hers is between yours, her hand goes to your waist, and she smiles as she guides her hips into yours and you both roll your hips.

“I know what you're doing…” Alex whispers in your ear. “He's going to regret ever breaking up with you!” She adds in a conspiratorial tone that makes you laugh

You mumble the lyrics to her and Alex pulls your hand, making you spin so that you stop with your back on her chest, placing you facing Max. You don't find any trace of shame in yourself, maybe whether it's the alcohol and the music, or maybe it's all these people staring at you and Alex with so much lust.

You look into Max's eyes as you dance with Alex's hand running down the side of your hip. His eyes are focused on you as he holds a cup of some drink. At some point, his hand exerts so much force on the cup that the plastic bends, spilling a bunch of drink onto his shirt.

You can't help but laugh when he looks down and mutters a swear word. He turns around and leaves. You continue dancing with Alex for a few more minutes until your feet feel sore and you’re very thirsty. When you sit at your friends' table, Charles serves you fresh cold juice. Max appears soon after, now with his shirt changed.

He sits at the same table as you, of course, because he is part of the group. Max sits on the opposite side of it, facing you. You look away from him when you realize your friends are talking and you decide to join the conversation.

“What happened?” Alex asks when she sees you readjusting the threads on your heels for the third time.

“My heels are killing me” you explain.

“I can lend you a pair of shoes. Do you want it?” Alex offers and you nod, “My stuff is in the guest suite on the first floor, where Charles always keeps our bags. You can take it if you want.”

“Thanks! You’re a lifesaver!”

You get up, crossing the crowd of people drinking, dancing and talking, to get to the stairs. As soon as you go up and reach the first floor, you take off your shoes and walk barefoot to the guest room, feeling relief in the bottom of your feet.

You find Alex’s bag on a dresser, and you rummage through it until you find a pair of white Jordans. You go into the bathroom and wash your face carefully so as not to mess up your makeup, and wet your neck to relieve the heat. After drying off, you go back to the dresser and you’re about to put on the shoes when the door opens and someone turns on the light.

You look up to see Max coming towards you with decisive steps, looking like a man on a mission.

“What are you doing here?” you murmur when he stops in front of you and his height forces you to lift your head to look into his eyes.

“You know what you do to me,” He whispers, his hand touches your face firmly, his hand holding your jaw and part of your neck “You know what I want.”

As soon as he says that, your body betrays you and you feel a wave of goosebumps running up your arms. Still, even with the clear expression of desire on Max's face, he doesn't move forward, just waits for your reaction.

You would be lying if you didn't admit to yourself that you miss him. Almost everyday, you miss the domesticity of your relationship, you miss his eyes looking for yours across any room or being the first thing you see as you wake up, you miss his touch both when it’s rough or when it’s exploratory like he wanted his fingertips to memorize you, his nimble hands and his cock stretching you.

You stand on your tiptoes to close the distance, and it's still not enough to reach him, so you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down until your lips meet. He kisses you tentatively for a few seconds, and then his arm wraps around your waist and he lifts you off the ground, pressing you against his body while opening his lips to yours to deepen the kiss. When his tongue meets yours, you let out a moan that he captures with his mouth.

Your fingers move up from his shoulder to the back of his neck and you pull his hair hard, thinking it should always be like this. That you both belong in each other's arms.

Then you remember he was the one who ended it. He was the one who dumped you right after going on the new season of Formula 1. Probably to be free to fuck some groupie or something.

You move until he puts you back on the ground, and as soon as you find your balance, you push him so hard that he stumbles back two steps, surprised by your sudden refusal.

The both of you are panting as you sit on the edge of the bed, running your hands through your hair as you try to find your sanity again.

“You did this to us” you manage to say through heavy breathing, “You broke up with me to go on new adventures, and you still have the audacity to talk about me as if I had broken your heart”

“Love…” He starts, the pet name probably a slip out of habit, but that makes you even more furious.

“Don’t fucking ‘love’ me!” you point an accusatory finger in his direction.

Max stands like a statue, panting and his lips are red and a little stained with your lipstick, and his chest is rising and falling. You stare at him not knowing what to do now. Then you look at his face, his eyes closed as if he was trying hard to think, his hair even more messy because of your hands seconds ago. Max takes a deep breath, then he takes a step towards you, and kneels right in front of you.

“I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I should never have done that, I love you and I miss you every fucking day,” He looks up at you, his blue eyes shining in surrender, in a way that leaves you weak. “I'll do anything to win you back,” He says, placing both hands gently on your knees. Max looks at you intently as he gently runs his hand down your leg, until he closes his hand around your ankle. He slowly lifts your leg, as if expecting a negative reaction, and then leaves a kiss on your calf without taking his eyes off you. “Please- I- let me win you back- I’ll do anything you want- Let me be good to you…”

The sigh that leaves your lips is almost involuntary when he kisses a little higher on your calf, and then another one above your knee, followed by a soft bite. You almost let yourself get carried away by the effect of his mouth on you, but then you remember to regain control of the situation.

“With how many people did you have sex with after me?” you ask, and he immediately stops moving to look at you.

“None.” He answers, and you bend forward to hold the back of his neck and you pull his hair hard until he lifts his head with a groan.

“Don't lie to me, it's been eight months, Max. Are you going to tell me you haven’t had sex with anyone?” you ask through gritted teeth, without letting go of his hair. He stares at you firmly when he answers again.

“No one.”

“You swear?” you ask, finally loosening your grip on his hair.

“I swear,” He kisses and nibbles your legs again, as if he doesn't want to leave any part of you untasted. “I- I just- fucked my hand thinking about you.” He whispers against your thigh and you almost don't hear him, he says it so quietly.

He continues moving up, and you gasp as he kisses the space at your waist between the base of your corset and the waistband of your skirt. Each touch seems to send a jolt of pleasure straight into your core, and you do your best not to give in too quickly. You hold Max's face and make him look at you again.

“You have half an hour. Better fuck me hard” you command, and he swallows hard, nodding his head.

You finally let yourself fall back onto the bed as he kisses your body again. He tries to lift the corset, but the fabric is too tight. Then Max pulls the corset down in one motion, just enough to release your breasts from above. As soon as your tits spill out, Max grabs them like he's starving.

You can no longer contain your moans when his hands hold your hips, trying to reach under your skirt and his mouth alternates between licking from the base of your breasts to the tip of your nipples, and taking in as much as he can put in his mouth to suck at once. And you know with how hard he's doing it, you're going to have hickey marks all over tomorrow.

“How does this come out?” He asks, looking like he’s having difficulties with the corset.

“From behind.”

Max leaves your breasts to kiss your neck for a moment and you feel one of his hands reaching between your back and the mattress to try to open it. With an irritated growl, he palms your back. You squeal when, with a quick movement, he pulls your back, rolling you around and turning you face down on the bed. He makes a sound of approval when he finally undoes the corset, takes it off you, and tosses it away. He pulls the zipper on the back of your skirt, but it catches halfway, so he pulls hard and you hear the ripping sound until you feel the fabric loosen on your skin. With a sound of disapproval, you're about to curse Max’s entire lineage, when he cuts you off:

“I'll buy you another one. I’ll buy you whatever you want.” He gasps and soon you feel his hands touching your back and going down until they palm each side of your ass. He squeezes hard and you groan against the mattress, probably making a mess on the bedsheets with your lipstick. “I missed this,” He says, and then he gives your ass a slap that leaves you weak, then another slap on the other side, which makes your pussy throb. He gently massages where he hit on your asscheeks.

“Are you going to stand there admiring or are you going to ‘win me back’?” you say in a sarcastic voice when you look over your shoulder and Max is kneeling between your legs, staring at your ass like it's the Eighth Wonder of the Modern World.

“You're very bossy, you know that?” He says with a soft smile. He pulls your panties down to your knees.

“And you are complaining too much for someone who is on probation,” you keep looking over your shoulder and see how he takes his middle and ring fingers into his mouth, sucking on them to moisten.

“Probation, eh?” He says, getting closer to you.

“Yeah, or do you think you can get back this easily into my life?” You scoff.

You stop looking when his hand disappears between your legs, and you feel his touch gently on your pussy. You grip the sheet expectantly, as he presses your clit and you moan against the sheets again. When his fingers penetrate you, you start to move your hips, following the friction of his long fingers.

Max knows your body like no one else, the bastard, and you feel embarrassingly close to orgasm in just a few minutes of stimulation. You hear the indecent noise of how wet your pussy makes his fingers every time he moves them in and out, massaging your G-spot with infuriating precision. When your pussy clenches against his fingers, you try to do something, anything, to delay the orgasm.

Without stopping his movements, Max bends over you, kissing the back of your neck, then he approaches your ear and whispers:

“I’ve got you, pretty baby”

You want to curse him for the power of this pet name in your ear but your mind simply explodes into a thousand fireworks when you finally come, still leaning over feeling Max's lips on the back of your neck. He keeps his fingers in you for a few seconds as you try to recover from the orgasm.

When Max moves away and you feel his weight leave the bed, you roll over so your back is to the mattress so you can see him. He gets rid of his clothes very quickly, and your mouth is practically watering seeing him completely naked.

“Are you sure?” Max asks, fisting his member before going back to bed.

“So sure, baby” you say, with one finger raised, you make a “come here” gesture. He starts to climb onto the bed, “And as I’m feeling merciful today, I will ride you just the way you love” As soon as Max is hovering over you, you push him until he falls back onto the bed, rolling over him and getting on top.

Moving your hair out of the way, you crawl down until you’re between his legs, holding the base of his perfect cock. You lick him from bottom to top, from his balls to his cockhead and his hips jerk with the contact.

“Love, please” He interrupts you, grabbing your face and pulling you on top of him. “If you blow me, I'll cross the finish line too soon.”

“Now, this is the first time this is a problem for you,” you tease him, letting a bead of saliva drop onto his cock which makes his little giggle turn into a groan.

“Baby, please, I need to be buried into you”

With a laugh, you do as he asks, and sit on his lap, pressing his length between the two of us and sliding your pussy over him, your wetness indecent.

“You're trying to kill me, woman,” He says in a tense voice. You watch the head of his cock disappear between your lower lips as you grind against him and more groans leave his throat.

You lift your hips enough to hold his cock and position it at your entrance. From top to bottom, you slide his length inside you slowly, and it takes some time for you to be able to fit him inside you completely. His girth is something above average, and the eight months since your breakup that you've been in a drought require you a minute to readapt to his size.

You let out a moan when you finally bring your hips together and feel overwhelmed by his size. You place both hands on Max's chest for balance and dig your nails into his pale skin. You lift your hips just a few inches and sit back down, the friction making you both moan so loudly that for a moment you worry you might be heard. Then you remember that the party is in full swing downstairs, and the music is loud enough that you don't need to worry.

Max's two hands hold your ass and you start to move with more rhythm, going very high before coming back down with everything, pushing his cock inside you. His lips are parted and you bend down to kiss his chin and neck.

“You are mine,” Something possessive inside you makes you say that. Max looks at you completely surrendered. “Do you understand?” He nods. You leave a hickey on his shoulder that makes him contract deliciously inside you and mark him as yours. You increase the speed of the rise and fall of your hips, your moans matching his.

Max gives up his control fully and just lets you ride him the way you want, his moans getting louder and louder by the second. He stretches you so well that your toes curl, and Max presses his hand on your lower belly, the pressure makes you feel something completely different as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Your knees weaken and Max takes the opportunity to reverse your positions again, placing you on your back on the bed as if he were impatient. Without disconnecting your bodies, he reaches for a pillow and places it under your hips to lift you a bit in the new position. He put your thighs over his where he is kneeling between your legs. Max pushes into you slowly, going deeper and deeper with each thrust. Your head drops back when he goes all the way in, his hips meeting yours until there is no space in between.

“Max! Oh fuck- oh-” you practically scream, pinching your own nipples to find some relief, “Oh my God!

In the new position he presses deep into your G-spot and you know you won't last much longer. His hands hold your hips even tighter and he lifts practically half of your body off the bed to thrust into you hard enough to make your head bounce on the bed.

There's nothing you can do but surrender to the pleasure that's building inside you with the way Max manipulates your body, holding onto his forearms for dear life, probably leaving some nail marks behind.

Max puts you back on the pillow, one hand he flattens on your stomach to keep you in place, and the other he presses his thumb to your clit. From then on, it's a lost cause. It's a matter of minutes before the orgasm that has been building for the second time erupts.

Your brain blackouts for a second as he pushes you off the cliff, and your hip shakes so hard that you thank God you're underneath, otherwise you would have fallen. Your pussy spasms also make Max cum soon after. Panting, he pulls out and falls on top of you, his head against your chest.

You lay like that trying to catch your breath for long minutes without saying anything, one of Max's hands running up and down your side and your fingers playing with his hair.

You still haven't said anything when you get up and go to the bathroom to clean up. When you’re putting on your panties, you remember Max destroyed your miniskirt. You gather the fabric from the floor and fold it.

“I'm sorry about the skirt,” Max finally breaks the silence, giving you the button-down shirt he was wearing earlier. As soon as you put your arms through the sleeve, Max fastens the buttons for you. you end up wearing the bustier over the shirt, like these it girls do and the final look isn't so bad. Max puts on another outfit and looks for a new shirt in a backpack that you know belongs to one of your friends.

When you’re both dressed, you leave the room still unsure of what to say. Max holds your hand, stopping you from walking any further.

“How are we now? Will you give you another chance?” he asks, sounding anxious. You realize you haven't given him a complete answer yet, which is why he seems uncertain like this. You rise on tiptoe, and bring your lips closer, holding his neck.

“I said you're mine, didn't I?” you whisper against his lips. You leave a quick peck on his lips and pull away.

But this time he doesn't let go of your hand, he just keeps holding on, tightly as you walk down the stairs back to the party, just in time for the countdown to New Year's Eve.

When you arrive at your friends' table, they start shouting and applauding when they see that you are holding hands.

“You guys are back together?” Alex asks, hugging Charles, over the voices of people counting down from 20.

“Max is on probation, if he behaves, we'll get back together,” you say with a playful tone and everyone laughs.

Max wraps his arms around your waist and you two join the countdown.

5, 4, 3, 2… 1!

“Happy New Year, Max!” you shout, over the voices of everyone celebrating the new year. He holds your face with both hands and looks at you as if you were his entire world, his blue eyes shining with deep feeling.

“I love you,” He whispers in your ear, before pulling you to sit on his lap and placing a kiss on your lips. He clings to you like he is afraid if he let you go, you will leave again.

"I love you too, pretty baby," you whispered back, laughing as his face went red.

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[wileys-russo]

Fic idea for Mary: You wear one of her favourite hoodies/jerseys whilst she's at practice, and accidentally ruin it. You feel guilty and get really emotional when she returns and you tell her what happened. She just laughs and comforts you because she loves you more than she could love a piece of clothing

material posessions II m.earps

you hummed along to yourself as music drifted around your kitchen, busying yourself cooking dinner so that it would be ready by the time your fiance returned from training, knowing that after a full day of commitments she'd be both hungry and exhausted.

however in hindsight to try and dance, sing and cook all simultaneously was really quite the ambitious task. and it wasn't long before of course, something went wrong.

you'd scooped up a large spoonful of pasta sauce to taste, and too busy bopping your head along to the beat you missed your mouth completely, spilling the bright red sauce all down the front of yourself.

now in any other situation this would be easily fixable, you'd just pop it in the wash and be done with it. however, the item of clothing which was now covered in pasta sauce did not belong to you, it belonged to your fiance.

and it just so happened to be one of her favourite items of clothing. it was old and it was faded and given the years of wear and tear from both you and her it was stretched out. but it was a jumper from her grass roots club, and you knew the incredibly sentimental connection mary had with it.

and of course, it had to be white.

"fuck fuck fuck fuck." you repeated over and over, looking around in panic trying to plan your next move, well aware that every second which ticked passed only further closed the small window of time you had to fix this before a. the stain became dried out and impossible to clean and b. your fiance returned home.

you quickly pulled it off and raced to the laundry, grabbing what you needed and scrubbing at the stain, the jumper covered in bubbles as you let out a shaky breath.

you moved to the sink, rinsing it as your eyes widened, seeing now the entire front was stained a pale red colour. "oh god please work." you whispered, dumping it into the washing machine and selecting the settings, clicking it on for a fifteen minute cycle.

"baby? i'm home!" your eyes widened hearing your fiance walk through the door, of course she would be early the one time you needed her late.

you hurried out of the laundry, quietly closing the door behind you and returning to the kitchen as you heard her take her shoes off by the front door. with wide eyes you watched the sauce bubble over and spill, quickly snatching it off the heat as your heart raced.

"hello beautiful how was-" marys words died in her mouth as her eyes landed on your bare back, spare for the tattoo which wound its way down your spine. "hi love, dinners almost done." you rambled out, trying to get your head straight again as you frantically scrambled to save the meal you'd spent the last hour labouring over.

"not that i'm complaining. but would you like to explain why you're in here cooking half naked babe?" marys taller form pressed to yours from behind, her hands snaking around you, gently caressing your abs as they slowly trailed upwards.

"um, i got hot?" you winced at the poor excuse, your breath hitching as her large hands teasingly squeezed your breasts and her lips began to kiss at your neck. "i'll go put a top on now!" you pushed back into her, sending her stumbling away as you almost sprinted off into your bedroom.

mary only smiled in amusement, shaking her head at her fiance and moving to continue where you'd left off, dumping the pasta in with the sauce and mixing it, humming appreciatively as she sucked a drop of sauce off her thumb.

you quickly returned, top half now clad in one of your own shirts, not wanting to risk a repeat of earlier if you had another slip up. "i'll do that baby! go sit down." you shooed her away from the food, pulling her down to sweetly peck her lips before turning back to the meal.

"are you alright love? you seem a bit...frazzled." mary asked softly, knowing you like the back of her hand as you hummed with a nod, flickering around the kitchen trying to keep your head above water, the chime of the washing machine sounding.

"i'll grab it, i've gotta put my gloves in they proper stink!" mary chuckled to herself, grabbing her kit bag off the ground and standing as your eyes widened. "no no! i'll get it. you've been on the go all day mary, sit down." you firmly pushed her back into her seat with a quick smile, darting off to the laundry.

"and leave the food i'll finish it in just a second!" you yelled over your shoulder, also knowing mary as well as she knew you as the blonde sat back down with a roll of her eyes. "shit!" you muttered to yourself as you opened the washer and pulled out her jumper, the stain not clearing and now the entire jumper stained blotchy red.

"why." your head thumped down on the washer with a small groan, stomach tied in knots with guilt. "baby is there something in the oven? i think its burning." mary called out as your eyes widened and you shot up, leaving the wet jumper on top of the washer and shooting back out, slamming the door after you making your fiance jump.

you scrambled to the oven, throwing it open to retrieve the garlic bread you'd made. however with your head spinning like a top you neglected to remember your hands were not heat resistant like the oven mits you should have donned.

"fuck!" you swore as you grabbed the red hot tray, snatching your hand away with a hiss as mary was by your side in an instant. she hurried you to the sink, holding your hand under the cool water as her other hand reached up into the cupboards above your head, grabbing out the first aid kit with ease.

she mumbles sweet nothings to you as she gently pats your hand dry, kissing you in between each step as she carefully applies the burn cream and wraps your hand up in a bandage, kissing it softly once she's finished.

leaving you for a moment to lick your wounds she zooms around the kitchen like your own personal superhero, salvaging what she could of dinner and once she was sure everything was off the heat and all danger minimized she returned right back to you.

"come here." the taller girl wrapped you in a tight hug as you buried your face in her shoulder, feeling her fingers tangle in your hair gently as her other hand rubbed comforting circles on your back.

you stood there in one anothers safe and warm embrace for a few moments, lavishing in the comfort she brought to you without even needing to say a single word.

"now. what's happened then baby? you're not yourself." mary pulled away, hands cupping your face and tilting your head to look up at her as her eyes shone with a soft but sincere concern for your well being.

"well I-i just-and then i-" you stuttered, huffing in frustration as tears pricked at the back of your eyes, marys face softening even further as she caught them welling up, grabbing your hand as you tried to hastily wipe them away.

"hey, my love talk to me." she ordered softly, wiping away the tears which pooled in your eyes tenderly with her thumbs. "wait here." you sighed, gently pulling her hands off your face as her eyebrows knit together with a confused frown but she waited patiently none the less as you stepped away.

when you returned it was obvious that you were hiding something behind your back, the crease in marys forehead growing as you stood back in front of her.

"i wasn't being careful and i spilled something on it. then i tried to clean it and well...it got worse." you hesitantly revealed her damp jumper, mary taking it carefully off of you and inspecting it, turning the material around in her hands.

"i'm so so sorry mary. i don't know quite how yet but i promise i'll try to make it up to you. god you must be so angry i know how much it means to you, i'm so sorry." the tears returned to your eyes as mary glanced up from her jumper.

"hey hey hey." she placed it quickly down on the counter, her hands again cupping your face, a smile curling onto her lips. "why are you laughing!" you hiccuped out among a sob, mary pulling you into a hug with a shake of her head, surprising you at the action.

"i'm laughing because it's ridiculous that you think i'd ever be upset with you over something like this baby. i love you far more than any silly old jumper, more than any material posession in fact." she assured you, stealing a kiss as her hands gripped your hips, pulling you up to sit on the bench as she moved between your legs.

"honestly you're so cute." mary smiled in amusement as you used your top to wipe your eyes. "shut up." you grumbled with a small sigh, glancing down to the ruined jumper beside you. "i am sorry though. i should have been more careful!" you sighed out as mary shook her head firmly.

"no, i love when you wear my clothes, especially my football kits. seeing my last name across your shoulder blades brings me more happiness than you'll ever know." mary promised, hand caressing your face softly and bringing your lips to hers in a sweet and loving kiss.

"soon it'll be my last name." you smiled, mary holding up your hand admiring the small rock on your finger, the thought of your impending wedding making her heart soar.

"very true. but i especially love when you're in here cooking me a meal and not wearing any shorts. then when your top rides up i can see your cute little bum." mary mumbled into the kiss with a lazy smirk meaning you pulled away and smacked her shoulder with a playful roll of your eyes.

"perv." you teased, pecking her lips a few more times and wrapping her in another hug, your chin resting on her shoulder as the taller girl hunched over slightly.

"i burnt our dinner." you sighed looking at the mess of the kitchen behind you. "yeah, yeah you did love." marys body vibrated with a quiet chuckle as she rubbed your back.

"get a takeaway?" "get a takeaway."

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[starsxblazing]

Iridescence

I was listening to Iridescent by Linkin Park and all of the ideas for this AU were impossible to get out of my brain so this is what I pumped out within thirty minutes

Summary: Living in the slums of San Antonio, your train wreck of a life with your abusive boyfriend seems to be never ending. A new neighbor slowly pulls your attention towards him.

Warnings: descriptions of domestic violence, drugs, abuse, violence, description of blood and gore, death, personality disorders, depression, angst. So much angst.

Azriel x Reader

You sat in front of your full-length mirror propped on the floor, flinching when the front door to your trailer slammed shut, before examining the bruises covering your face. It had been a miracle that you had learned how to use makeup enough to cover up the evidence so that no one asked any questions. There were no longer any voiced concerns from anyone that you worked with or the only person that you had left in your life that you could consider a friend and it was a small relief.

Memories and thoughts turned over in your mind as you started the task of covering up the bruises adorning different parts of your face, searching to figure out where things went so wrong. Your relationship with James had been going on since you were sixteen and it had been tumultuous at the very least. He had always been on a downward spiral but you always kept the hope that he would be the person that you knew he had the potential to be.

His attitude had gotten even worse since the move. The small town that you both grew up in had a high crime rate that always made you afraid to do anything and there was a terrible problem with the lack of jobs. The latter was the biggest reason that you had moved to San Antonio once you had been accepted into one of the colleges here. You had been in the top five of your class, more than earning your bachelor’s degree in business. Despite your majors of finance and human resources, you struggled to find a good job in a good company.

Your two minimum wage jobs were barely enough to keep you afloat which resulted in the tiny, rundown trailer park that you now resided in. James refused to find work of his own and when he did, his employment never lasted long. It didn’t take a genius to know that he was purposely sabotaging his opportunities and making a bad name for himself but there wasn’t anything that you could do about it. 

The fight that started as soon as you got off of work had lasted throughout the entire night all of the way up until he finally just left to do whatever it was that he did. You were exhausted and didn’t know how you were going to make it through your eight hours in the factory and then the retail job that you had immediately after. 

Your car was just as bad as your home, nothing but a simple rust bucket that decided on its own some days to not start. Every wrong noise came from it during your commute to work and you couldn’t help but wonder just how long that it would last. The thought spiraled your depression further because you didn’t have the money to make any payments on even the cheapest of cars, unable to even afford to get any repairs that needed to be taken care of. 

You forced the thoughts away while throwing on the simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans before slipping on your steel toed shoes and looking around your room, unable to linger on the many holes in the walls. The entirety of the small area constantly smelled of mildew, the leak in the roof from rain that followed the dense dry heat only making it worse by the day. What you could tell was once white carpet was now brown and littered with black spots that caused the putrid odor. 

The bed, if you could even call it that, wasn’t in much better condition. The mattress, which was second hand, sat on the floor since you weren’t able to afford any form of a bedframe. You had gone without eating for almost a week simply by buying your also second hand couch that was barely usable. The small journal that was now on the floor from James’s violent outburst had been knocked from the tiny dresser and caught your eye just as you were about to leave. 

As you flipped through it, your heart dropped at the list of bills and the ones that were due in just a few days. Your bank account had been drained yet again by your boyfriend and there was no way that you weren’t going to be past due. The thought brought tears to your eyes because it would only cost you even more money that you didn’t have. You cursed the horrible economy and the overpriced hell hole that you lived in.

Making your way into the small living room/kitchen combo area of your trailer, you stopped to look at the thermostat. A snort left you at the irony because it didn’t belong there. It wasn’t like it had worked since you had moved in five years ago. The common sight of a scurrying mouse from the corner of your eye pulled your attention to it just before it ran across your feet and through a hole at the bottom of the wall. A variety of roaches scattered across the walls from your presence but that was also nothing new. 

Dirty dishes were piled in the sink, causing you to sigh because that had been another point of your argument from the night before. James didn’t work or contribute anything to the house. Not even cleaning. You were hardly ever there so it wasn’t like any of it was your mess to begin with. It was a never ending futile battle but it never failed to bug you at the end of the day in your exhaustion.

Your next task was searching for your phone and car keys, which had been thrown somewhere in the process. It had been hard at the time to know what he did with them since your vision had blurred at the time from where James had elbowed you in the nose. To the best of your knowledge, your keys were in the front yard somewhere but your phone was a different story. The broken window that overlooked the backyard told you enough. It was probably somewhere amidst the tall grass that was past due for a cut but your lack of a lawn mower made that impossible to do. It would die soon enough anyway since the cooler air of winter was slowly moving in.

Just as you suspected, your phone was in the damp backyard with the battery completely drained. There was also a new crack on the screen but you couldn’t be bothered to worry about it because it was too close to time for you to leave. Your keys took a bit longer to track down since there were no obvious signs of where they landed.

The sight of a moving truck at the front of the trailer next door pulled your attention away from your task, the new emotion of curiosity a welcome one. Your neighboring trailer was the nicest one in the park but it was far from being considered homey. It was a one bedroom just as all of them were and extremely overpriced for the condition that it was in. You had looked at it before moving into the one that you now lived in and it was in complete working condition, a far cry from being similar to your own.

Your gaze on the sight next door was enough to have you stumbling over the very item that you had forgotten about, nearly causing you to tumble to the ground right as someone was exiting the home. Heat rose to your cheeks when your eyes connected with the man’s across the small yards that you both had. You weren’t sure if it was because of the fact that he almost saw you fall or because he was the most beautiful man that you had ever seen. 

Shaking your head to clear it, you snatched up your keys and hoped that you would make it to work without any problems.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Surprise Visits ~ PJM

WORD COUNT: 2K

PAIRING: jimin x Fem!Reader

GENRE: fluffy, angst, fighting with a fluffy ending, cute soft jimin, idol reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - July 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

As soon as Jimin had seen it on his schedule that he was in the rehearsal studio before you, he knew that he had to come and see you earlier than he had planned to. It had been almost 8 days since the two of you had gotten to spend any time alone together and it would be a lie if he said he didn't miss you. It wasn't as though you were overly clingy with one another but you were young and very much in love the relationship wasn't even new to one another anymore, you'd been together for almost eight years and still going strong with every second. 

Everyone who knew you thought the honeymoon phase would be over sooner and none of them would have imagined your honeymoon phase would stay like this but just lately Jimin noticed things were strained between you both. Jimin kept putting it down to the fact that it was the release of your solo debut taking off and you'd been so busy preparing for it that you'd barely had time for yourself anymore. This was part of the reason he’d shown up today, at least this way the two of you could have at least five minutes together before you’d have to go on the stage but judging by the state of the practice room, you weren’t even here yet. 

There were interns running around and mumbling to one another, while some of your dancers were anxiously looking at the time and muttering your name to one another. There were fifteen minutes before you were due on the stage and it was beginning to stress out everyone inside of the room.

"Where's Yn?" Jimin asked one of the dancers as he walked into the room, the teen boy turned to look at Jimin before shrugging his shoulders, none of them had seen you that morning even though your rehearsal was supposed to have started hours ago and they worried you’d backed out of showing up altogether - though none of them was saying that thought out loud just yet.

"Noona hasn't shown up yet," He muttered before walking away from Jimin and going to make sure his costume was properly fitted before he had to get ready to be on stage. Jimin took the flowers he’d bought for you and put them on the table, it was your bouquet of all your favourite flowers with a small card attached. It wasn’t the only thing Jimin had bought with him today though, after you’d finished your show there was going to be a catering service to serve you and all your dancers.

"What?" Worry flooded Jimin as he frowned looking at his phone for any sign that you'd text him but there was nothing there, not even a good morning text now that he came to think about it. It wasn't like you not to text him in the morning and it was a little worrying now that he thought about it. Your routine was like clockwork by now, 5 am you would wake up, go to your gym and shower then following that you’d usually text or call Jimin to wish him a good morning - depending on whether or not he was awake that morning or not but either way there would ALWAYS be some kind of text or call to let him know you were awake. Had you managed to sleep in on one of the most important days of your career? It seemed impossible to Jimin, especially since you had about 6 alarms as well as an alarm that shook your entire bed so that you would wake up in the mornings.

"She's never normally late to practice." Someone grumbled from beside Jimin which did nothing to ease the uneasiness that was growing in the pit of his stomach. Searching through his contact information he clicked your name and lifted his phone to your ear but frowned as it went straight to your voicemail message,

“It’s Yn, I can't get to the phone right now but leave me a message and I will get back to you as soon as I can!” Your voicemail was the same as it always was and he sighed a little, quickly leaving a small message for you to call him back as soon as possible and he did his best not to sound worried about you. 

Once he was off the phone he shot you a text as well,

Jimin: 9:45 am: Hey, you doing okay? It’s okay to be nervous and if you need me, I’m right here. Xx

If there was even a chance that you wanted to run away from all of this then Jimin would be right there by your side, ready to take you wherever you needed to go. Even though he knew that debuting was your dream he also wanted to be there for you if you didn’t think you could go through with it, anything you needed Jimin was your man.

As the minutes ticked by there was only a minute until you were due on the stage and no messages had been answered, nor had you turned your phone back on since every call Jimin was trying to make to you was going right to your answering machine. Things were starting to look a little bleak and people inside of the room were starting to get more and more worried. 

“I’m so sorry!” You screamed as you walked into the room, your head thrown back in laughter as you walked into the room. Your eyes landed on all of your dancers as you realised just how worried they all seemed to be.

“We got stuck in traffic, there was an incident coming down the road.” You explained, your cheeks aching from how hard you’d been laughing for the last fifteen minutes. You’d been on your way to work that morning when a group of workmen dropped a large glass window in the road leaving glass in every which direction and you were stuck. There was no way your car was going to get through in time so you’d been forced to walk on the streets, luckily though you’d met up with Dae-Hyun - your dance partner for your song today. He would ride his bike to work but as soon as he saw you the two of you had started a nice walk together, and soon it had turned into a laughing fit as you talked about things. 

“You’ve got to go and get ready,” Your manager - Jinso - said not looking very impressed with just how late you’d shown up,

“I’m going, I promise. I’m so sorry.” She held her hand up to you, she didn’t want to hear apologises, all she wanted was for you ready and on that stage within the next two minutes. You smiled, quickly kissing her cheek before sprinting back of the room not even noticing your boyfriend who had been waiting for you to look at him - flowers in hand. Dae-Hyun was smirking to himself as he took his outfit from one of the managers inside the room, Jimin had always had a disliking toward him which had only grown since he became your dancer. The two of you were closer than close and Jimin had always tried to look at it as if the roles were reversed, you’d never gotten overly jealous or possessive when Jimin had a female partner and he was doing his utmost best to keep himself from going insane thinking about the two of you together.

But it didn’t feel good when he’d been texting and calling you all morning to find out where you were and you came strolling in with Dae-hyun, his arm around your waist as you both laughed among one another barely even noticing Jimin inside of the room.

“Let’s go, everyone!” Your manager screamed out, clapping her hands together as Jimin stared at Dae-Hyun, the two men making eye contact as Dae-Hyun turned his back on him going to rush and get ready for the stage. Jimin stared down at the flowers in his hands, suddenly feeling stupid for even coming here when you were too busy to care about anything else this morning and he would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt.

Once your performance was over and you’d given the last on-stage interview you headed back to your practice room covered in sweat and waiting to see Jimin. You’d known he was in the room after you and you were very much looking forward to celebrating with him but he was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a bouquet waiting for you.

To, my love,

Good luck with today! You’re going to knock it out of the park!

~Jimin

You bit down on your lip as you flipped the card over to see directions to the parking lot of the building you were in, without changing out of your stage outfit or showering you followed them hoping to find Jimin waiting for you there but once you were there. There was no sign of him, all of your dancers and even your manager were enjoying the food and coffee trucks he’d supplied for you, your photos plastered all over the banners.

“Noona, did you see? Jimin-Hyung did all of this for you,” JP- one of the younger dancers you had said to you, your heart sinking as you smiled weakly.

“Is he here?” You looked at the teenager who looked around before shaking his head,

“Haven’t seen him since before you went on stage. He came by to surprise you I think.” Your heart broke a little as you thought about Jimin waiting for you all morning while you’d strolled in late and not even noticed him standing there. God, he must hate you right now. Especially since you’d walked in with Dae-hyun of all people holding you around the waist. You knew Dae-hyun made Jimin feel uneasy and you hated that he’d had to bare witness to the two of you acting so friendly with one another even if there was never anything between the two of you.

“Enjoy the food, I’m going to go and find Jimin,” You told JP before walking back into the building to go and grab your things, calling a cab as quickly as you could to take you back to your place.

As soon as you were home you saw Jimin sitting in the living room waiting for you, some small banners were hung up inside of the space and you smiled a little at the sight, your heart warming a little as you thought of all the effort he went through for you.

“You didn’t have to do all of this,” You pointed at the signs and then to the small card and flowers that you were carrying in your hand, Jimin shrugged his shoulders. His mood had started to deteriorate ever since he’d seen you with Dae-hyun and he knew there was no reason to take it out on you but he couldn’t help it when it hurt as much as it did.

“No big deal,” He grumbled before you walked over to him, sitting beside him and cuddling into his side. Your head resting on his shoulder as you took his hand into yours, 

“I’m sorry I was late. I turned my phone on and I got all of your messages,” You looked at him as he looked at you, a weak smile forming on his lips as he did his best to get out of his mood.

“I watched the performance, I only left when you started your interviews,” He promised, kissing your cheek softly as he began to tell you what an amazing job you’d done on your debut stage. You’d been so nervous about the whole thing but after running late that morning you were too rushed around to even think about being nervous which was nice for a while.

“Did you get any food?” He questioned as he took your hand in his and drew small invisible patterns into your skin,

“No, wanna order our favourites?” You smirked already reaching for the menus that you kept under the coffee table for the two of you to browse through,

“I’d love to.” He chuckled taking his favourite from you and reading through even though he already knew what he was going to get.

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[nanowrimo]

10 Tips for Fast-Drafting

Every year, we’re lucky to have great sponsors for our nonprofit events. Freewrite, a 2023 NaNo sponsor, is a dedicated distraction-free drafting device designed just for writers. Today, author Ashley Poston and the Freewrite team share some tips for completing a first draft of your novel quickly:

Hello from the Freewrite team! 👋 Here at Freewrite, we love a NaNoWriMo challenge, because we’re all about getting words on the page. We asked Author & Freewrite Ambassador Ashley Poston to share her best tips for fast-drafting and getting that first draft DONE!

No surprise, one of her secrets is her Freewrite. But what else does Ashley do to get those drafts done fast?

Here’s Ashley:

I have a confession to make: I hate drafting. It’s the bane of my existence. If I could reach into my brain and take out my story, fully-formed, and just work on the editing bit? I’d do it.

But, alas, that’s not how writing works. (Which is a real pity because I really do love editing. The way you go in with a fine-tooth comb and just torch the entire novel, then rewrite it for the third time. It’s truly majestic.)

Though after ten years, I’ve yet to figure out a way to pull a novel, fully-formed, out of my ears. So, instead, I like making the part of drafting as painless as possible… by doing the most painful, maddening, infuriating thing imaginable.

In other words: fast-drafting.

I’ve perfected the art. I can write a book in a week if I have enough caffeine and a death wish, and with these ten tips, so can you.

1. Find your characters.

Truly, the most important part of fast-drafting is knowing your characters from the outset. In a first draft, you usually find your characters in the middle of the second-to-last chapter. (Or is that just me?) So it often helps to know your characters inside and out from the start. Not only that, but know how they’d react in certain situations, know what would be on their Spotify playlist, know whether they’d have a repertoire of Your Mom jokes up their sleeve. How do they take their coffee? If faced with ten seconds to live, who would they call? Most of these questions you’ll never answer in the manuscript itself, but it’s important to know these people in your head on an intimate level.

2. Use your time(r) wisely.

Setting a timer can be a great way to increase your writing speed. Start with a short amount of time—maybe 15 minutes—and write like the wind, Bullseye! Then shake yourself out, set that timer to 15 again, and repeat. (This is SO easy on my Freewrite Traveler, because it has a feature that keeps time for you, making 15-minute sprints easy-peasy.)

3. Outline.

In addition to your characters, you really should get to know your plot, too, and a great way to do that is making an outline! There are a bunch of different tips and tricks to outlining—I personally use Susan Dennard’s 1-page Synopsis whenever I need to hash out a plot, and Rachel Aaron’s 2k to 10k Blogpost from Ye Olde 2011.

4. No distractions!

Writing is already hard enough, but it becomes almost impossible when you have a cat pronking on you every chance they get. Sometimes, life can just be that—distracting—and you can’t do anything about it. But minimize distractions wherever you can, especially if you’re sprinting. Turn off your phone! Disconnect the internet! And here is where I tell you my Freewrite has saved my butt countless times. I’m horrid at the whole “cut distractions!” bit, but with Freewrite, it’s easy as pie. It’s a lot like a typewriter, so internet? Never heard of her. iMessages? iThinkNot. It’s just you, your words, and the mounting existential dread of existence.  

5. Compression gloves. (No, seriously, especially if you write every day.)

This is gonna sound like one of those weird ones—and that’s because it is. But if you’re planning on writing every day for at least an hour, please do yourself (and your budding carpel tunnel) a favor and get some compression gloves. Learn some hand exercises. We don’t call writing fast “sprinting” for nothing.

6. Don’t look back.

It’s so easy to get caught up in trying to perfect the prologue, but this can absolutely hinder you. Take it from someone who loves to make the first chapter perfect—you never will. I promise. Instead, focus on getting your ideas down on paper and worry about editing later. I promise that sentence you didn’t like will be there when you come back to it. It’s not going anywhere. This is another area where my Freewrite helps me focus.

7. Use prompts!

Sometimes, your brain gets stuck. If you feel stuck, or in a corner, use a writing prompt to get the creative juices flowing again! Maybe you’ll never use the scene, but that’s OK. If it means you get going again? That’s what matters. 

8. Stuck? Hit the bricks! Real winners quit. But like… not forever.

Writing can be mentally draining, so it’s important to not push yourself too hard, and to take breaks when you need it. Take a walk, stretch, dance it out to ABBA—whatever helps you recharge. And then when you come back to the scene, you’re refreshed and rearing to go.

9. Chunk it up.

Breaking up your writing into smaller, manageable chunks can make drafting so much less daunting. Instead of making the goal finishing the novel, just finish the chapter. Finish this scene. Sometimes, it helps if people set a goal for a certain amount of words a day, but I find that this often just leads to burnout a lot faster. Instead of a word count, set a goal for a scene instead. Turn off the word counter. A first draft doesn’t have to hit a certain number of words—it’s called a first draft for a reason.

10. Practice makes more practice.

Like anything else you do, writing takes practice. I know I can easily hit 5k a day, but that’s because I’ve been writing professionally for a decade now. If you’re just starting out, don’t compare yourself to anyone else. (In fact, this is a great rule of thumb regardless.) Everyone writes differently, and everyone writes in their own time. No one ever asked Van Gogh how long it took him to paint sunflowers, did they? No one told Monet he was taking too long on his water lilies. Writing is an art, so let yourself enjoy it.

I hope this helps you, at least a little, write your next sexy dragon-shifter book! (Or whatever you’re working on.) Godspeed, and just remember: only you can write the idea in your head. Different writers can be given the same exact prompt, and every single story will turn out differently. Keep your eyes on your own paper, your heart full of joy, and chase that story only you can tell.

It’ll be worth it, I promise.

—Ashley

Reminder: Camp NaNoWriMo 2023 participants are eligible for a special Freewrite offer. Find all the details here. 

Ashley Poston is the New York Times and USA Today best-selling author of The Dead Romantics. After graduating from the University of South Carolina with a bachelor’s in English, she spent the last decade working in the publishing industry before deciding to pursue writing full-time. When not writing, she likes trying various arts and crafts (she’s currently addicted to building miniature rooms) and taking long walks as an excuse to listen to Dungeons & Dragons podcasts. She bides her time between South Carolina and New York, and all the bookstores between.

Top photo by Djim Loic on Unsplash  

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[dilucsrevenge]

to live and let go;

fandom: genshin impact characters: il dottore, gender neutral reader pairing: dom!il dottore x sub!reader warnings: 18+ content, minors do not interact. degradation, finger sucking, spit, voice kink, usage of a mirror with sex, rough sex, face-fucking, dom/sub undertones, dacryphilia. wc: 2309 buy me a ko-fi

The Fatui Harbingers. The organization that you were supposed to foil every plan of; the group that you were supposed to detest with every fiber of your being. But yet here you were in the hands of the one they called Il Dottore. The mastermind behind some of the most atrocious experiments – the one whom you swore to never let your guard down around. His fingers against your skin sent chills down your spine, the feeling of his teeth against his skin had you arching back against his body. With eyes glued shut, you refused to make any eye contact with Dottore though it was nearly impossible for you to not catch his gaze every once in a while. The evil man just had to have you in his grasp right in front of a mirror.

His fingers may have been a danger to you, but his voice was just as intoxicating. The sickly sweet and sultry tone he carried as he whispered all the things he planned on doing with you in your ear; all the ways he was going to torture you and encourage you to release the beast inside of you. Truthfully, you should have seen this day coming – Dottore was always toying with you in some way. In the end, it turns out he was working his long-term charms on you to break you to the point of submission. He wanted to get you in his grasp and dig his claws deep into your soul to infect every corner of your mind and body. 

“My sweet darling, it is so thrilling to finally get you where I have wanted you for oh, so long…” Dottore cooed as his voice trailed off, the little pet name acting like venom attacking your system.

“You will regret this one day, Dottore –” a cold finger was pressed against your lips, eyes blown wide at the action that silenced you mid-sentence.

With his hand now caressing your jaw, he was able to lift your gaze directly to match his in the mirror, which is when you caught the light reflecting off his sharp teeth through that smile of his that accentuated just how large his ego was. You couldn’t deny that there was something… exhilarating about seeing his slender fingers digging into your skin. It was almost as stunning as a work of art – his sharp fingernails engraved moon-like indents when his fingers were no longer pressing against your jaw. 

“Ah, dear… you look just like a little doe when you are in my grasp. How did I delay this for so long? How could you deprive me of this wonderful scene these past months?” His saccharine voice tugged at the last bit of your sanity, shivers running down your spine as his fingers danced across your lower torso.

Time was ticking as slowly as possible – there was no way to know if you had been here for days, or months, or years. Every second that passed led you further down the abyss with Dottore, every minute that passed had you weakening under his touch. Of course, Dottore was reveling in this. 

“You’re practically shivering darling, what could be causing this, hm?” Dottore spoke with a wicked grin curving up the corners of his lips; he knew exactly what was causing your reactions to him but you knew he wanted to hear you say these things.

He should have known how stubborn you were, though. You wouldn’t give in to him easily. It had taken him months alone for him to get you to this point, you still had the idea in your mind that you would never fall victim at the hands of a member of the Fatui. Your ego may have been bruised by this point, but it wasn’t entirely wounded. Dottore was awaiting your answer, and he was getting impatient – the growl he let out before clenching your jaw alerted you to just how long you had been lost in your own thoughts. 

“Are you aware of what I could do to you? Are you aware of who you are letting touch your body like this?” His deep voice filled the room around you, anger lacing with lust to allow his words to completely take you over.

“I – Yes, Dottore. I am aware.” In comparison to Dottore’s raging voice, yours was much more tame in comparison. Coming in at almost a whisper to the point of him having to lean in to fully hear you.

Even if your admission wasn’t fully what he wanted, the fact that you were listening to him in the first place was enough for him. His grip on your jaw eventually loosened, but he didn’t stop there. His sharp nails ran across each button of your shirt, leaving your chest exposed with each thread that was cut loose. Occasionally you’d feel the sharpness against your skin, leaving a trail of raised skin in its wake and goosebumps spreading across your flesh.

“I must say…” Dottore clicked his tongue, shaking his head as he now trailed his touch across your exposed collarbone, “I fully expected for you to be more trouble than you are. Such a shame.”

“I won’t – I refuse to surrender to you that easily…” Everything about you was lying, from the way you moved towards his touch to the way you shivered every time he spoke. 

Dottore’s hand was back to clenching your jaw tightly, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror, his shoulder resting on your chin from behind you. Studying your skin, you could already see the rising color of fingerprints engraved on your jaw. Each mark for you to remember that you were under Dottore’s control for the evening. 

“You won’t? Oh… but it seems my precious little experiment has already begun to falter. If this isn’t surrendering, I wonder what is.” Dottore gave you no chance to speak, his grip on your jaw aiding him in turning your head to the side to crash his lips against yours. 

The intensity of his kiss had a moan slipping past your lips within seconds, he tasted of something that could only be described as corrupt and sinful. His venom spreads from himself to you, infecting your mind and every nerve in your body. If you hadn’t already been entirely his to use and toy with before, it was impossible for you to not be now. A trail of saliva trailed between the two of you as Dottore pulled away, a satisfied hum coming from him as his fingers tangled in your hair. 

“If you wouldn’t mind, though you truly have no choice, I would appreciate you being of more use to me.” Dottore paid close attention to emphasize his words, noting how you shivered every time his voice has a condescending tone when talking to you.

No time was spared and before you knew it, the grip he had on your hair was used to force you down onto your knees in front of him. With a slight tug to turn your head, you were now staring at the image of you on your knees for Dottore in the mirror. The sight made you anxiously clear your throat, searching in the mirror to meet his own gaze.

“Are you that desperate for my approval, pet?” Even with Dottore’s harsh words, his fingers were showing an opposite emotion. They gingerly graced your chin, turning you to look up at him directly.

All you could manage was a nod of your head, and that was enough for Dottore. His nimble and practiced fingers made quick work of the button and zipper of his pants, tipping his head slightly to the side as he looked down at you. Every inch of his face had a look of condescension; as if he was questioning your worth as the seconds passed. 

“What are you waiting for, an invitation? Get to work.” He snapped quickly, head nodding down to put your gaze somewhere else.

You didn’t want to disappoint him more, but your fingers stumbled as they shook trying to tug down his pants and boxers. You cursed under your breath, not a time in your life had you ever been this clumsy. 

“How disgraceful, you can’t even manage one single task.” Dottore spoke while shoving your hands away from his body. His anger seeped out in his always-alluring voice.

Dottore’s fingers gripped your hair once again, his other hand nudging his bottoms down his legs. There was no time to waste, he thought to himself, and he made quick work of giving your cheek a merciful tap with the tip of his length. 

“If you’d be kind, darling,” Dottore’s voice was soft for once, something that was surprising given how loud he normally was, “and open your mouth so I can destroy that pretty mouth of yours.”

Your lips were parted with his fingers, the edge of his nail purposely dragging against your bottom lip as they passed by your lips. The second his skin touched your tongue, there was a metallic taste filling your mouth that made you well aware that your lip was bleeding already. A whine was quickly pulled from you when his fingers no longer filled your mouth, earning a booming laugh from Dottore.

“Such a pathetic little noise from my little experiment.” He dried his fingers off on your cheeks as he spoke, watching over you momentarily before he groaned and rolled his eyes, “I’m going to make you regret being this eager.”

There wasn’t a second where you could speak before Dottore’s hand slipped to the back of your head, holding you in place as he guided his cock inside your mouth. He hissed in satisfaction as you brushed your tongue against the underside of his length, a demonic laugh filling the room. It should’ve signaled you to mean nothing good but you weren’t expecting to feel the tip of his length pressing against the back of your throat in mere seconds. 

“There we go…” He whispered out between low groans, nails digging into your scalp as he set a borderline relentless pace of his hips to thrust into your mouth, “...my precious toy knows exactly what they need to do.”

Dottore was precise with every movement, the roll of his hips was hypnotizing enough to cause you to lose focus and silently gag as his length slid down your throat. Tears were welling up in the corners of your eyes, only a few managing to escape and roll down your cheeks. They never did manage to make it very far; each tear was quickly swept away by Dottore’s fingers and then licked off with a devilish grin following.

“Cry a little more for me, doll. Your tears are delicious.” Proving his point further, Dottore brought your head forward, the tip of your nose pressed flush against his torso.

Your tears were freely flowing down your cheeks now, between the lack of air and feeling his cock down your throat, it was next to impossible for you to focus on anything how light your mind felt. You were desperate for air so you quickly gave his hip a squeeze, hoping to find some grace in his mind to give you a chance to breathe.

“Good, good…” He spoke softly as he pulled away from your mouth to let you breathe, “learning the rules without needing me to tell them to you. You may turn out to be more worth my time than I first believed.”

His words hit you to your core, your hand on his hips eagerly encouraged him to start moving once again. It was about time you left your ego at the door and fully admitted that it was a Harbinger that had made you this weak. The signal was enough for Dottore to start using your mouth again like he had been previously, though he was paying close attention to not abuse your throat as much as he had before. 

You watched him as closely as you possibly could through your blurred vision, gasping for breath any time that was made possible. Dottore’s silent facade was quickly breaking, mumbling curse words under his breath between moans that would make the Gods look down upon anyone who was making the noise. The way his hips staggered in their movement clearly frustrated Dottore. He started taking more time to make precise movements to maximize his use of your mouth.

“Just a little - ah - a little longer…” his voice was practically slurred, drunk on the pleasure he was getting out of using you, “a little longer till you get your reward, doll.”

He had been very gracious with his expected time to last, one final thrust to push his cock down your throat was all he needed to reach his climax. For a split second, his grip in your hair loosened and then tightened again to keep you close. You moaned around his length as his cum ran down your throat, greedily swallowing down every last bit that graced your tongue. You only fully took a deep breath when Dottore pulled out of your mouth, teary eyes looking up at him with a small smile on your reddened lips.

“Thank you…” You whispered out softly, bowing your head in an act of respect for the Harbinger that stood before you.

To your surprise, you felt hands running down your sides to rest on your hips and stand you up, bringing you off your knees. An uncharacteristically soft kiss was pressed against your lips before Dottore regained his senses post-orgasm. 

“Such a sweet and gentle pet you are…” As he spoke, he brushed off any remaining tears on your skin, gazing at you with an affection you had never expected, “I truly cannot wait to use my precious little toy again when the time comes.”

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[dear-satan]

pony

Dabi x fem!quirkless!Reader summary: in the middle of the night Dabi shows up at your flat after a long absence warning: sexual content, smoking, love marks, intimate piercing

Once again you rolled over onto your other side sighing. The time on your phone had long since indicated one o'clock in the morning. You couldn't fall asleep, again. For more than two weeks you had been struggling with horrible sleep problems - you couldn't sleep until really late hours and if you did manage to fall asleep, you usually woke up after forty minutes. The nasty weather didn't help either, as for several days it had been pouring rain from the sky almost all day and night. This made it impossible for you to go anywhere other than to work and back. Admittedly, there were umbrellas, but you were not a fan of them. And carrying it for more than fifteen minutes made you quite irritated.

You lazily slid off the bed and a shiver ran through your body as your feet made contact with the cold floor. With a slow step, you headed towards the living room, where you tipped the balcony slightly. You loved the smell of the rain which reminded you of the day you met your boyfriend. You met Dabi on a rainy evening on your way home from work. You recognised him immediately because, after all, who wouldn't recognise a wanted criminal but, most importantly, you didn't run away. You didn't know why, but in that moment you didn't feel fear or apprehension…. And instead of terror there was a slight smile on your face, which he reciprocated. Then, somehow, your paths were reunited, you started meeting every few nights and somehow you became a couple. A couple that no one knew about for whatever reason. You were, after all, from two different worlds and neither his nor your environment would have reacted enthusiastically to the news of your relationship.

You sighed loudly and leaned your forehead against the glass. Longing was tearing you apart from the inside. After all, you hadn't seen Dabi for several weeks. Just one morning he left without a word or any news and disappeared…. He literally vanished into thin air and you, as a person generally unconnected with his company and affairs, had no idea where or with whom to look for him. You didn't even have any quirk that could help you find him!

You shuddered as you heard a knock…. No, banging on your door. You turned towards them and, despite your misgivings, approached. Your common sense, however, did not allow you to open it immediately, so you looked through the peephole through which you saw nothing, however. "Shit." You cursed yourself in your mind as you turned the key in the lock. And what you saw behind them stopped your heart rate.

"D-Dabi?" you groaned, recognising him dimly in the prevailing blackness of the corridor. His blue irises even glowed from under the wet hood on his head. For the rest, his entire figure was soaked and drops of water dripped onto the floor.

"Hey" his low, slightly hoarse voice brought you back to earth. Your body was seized with anger so you dragged him into your flat slamming the door behind him.

"Hey? After so long you're just telling me hey?" you raised your voice not paying attention to the silence of the night. You watched as he pulled down his hood revealing his white hair strands, which were also soaked. "And what the hell have you got on your head? What's been happening to you all this tim-" you didn't finish. Dabi pulled you to him attacking your lips with his own making your legs soften. This kiss expressed all his longing for you and at the same time he was saying the 'sorry' you were so anticipating. You weaved one hand into his wet hair tugging it slightly. This was just what you needed and damn it. You needed more.

The thread of saliva that had hitherto connected your lips broke as you both felt the need to catch air in your lungs. Dabi, knowing your body language perfectly, grabbed your wrist. Within seconds he had reached your bed with you dropping onto it with you. You were now lying on top of him and his already hard cock was thrusting into your pelvic bone, at which you smiled slightly. Without restraint you slipped your hand under his shirt, gently scratching his burned skin. A murmur broke from his lips while his strong hands clamped down on your buttocks, pressing your body against his.

"I was worried about you." You whispered, letting him place kisses on your neck. Pleasant, warm shivers ran through your body each time he sucked on your skin leaving love bites on it. You, however, were not indebted to him - you were wriggling your hips on his cock feeling like it was growing all the time. At the thought of it, your lace panties you were sleeping in had already become completely wet, and your pussy clenched around nothing.

"I know baby." he murmured in reply. His fingers slowly crept beneath the material of your underwear, finding your - almost drenched - entrance quickly. He listened proudly to your sighs as he rode his fingers along your folds before sliding his fingers inside you. "So tight. How could I let that happen." His voice was filled with desire for you.

A moan broke from your lips as his fingers bent deep inside you…. But that was not enough. To Dabi's displeasure you stopped his hand, but he did not protest. He watched with a slight smile as you undid the buttons of his trousers to throw them somewhere in the corner of the room. You did the same, incidentally, with his boxers, on which there was a wet stain from preejaculate visible to the naked eye. He saw you carefully mirroring his penis stopping for a few seconds at the piercing he also had there. He remembered perfectly your first time, during which you were at first frightened by the sight, but changed your mind quickly afterwards. He loved it when he gave you extra pleasure or when you played with the jewellery during oral intercourse. However, now he didn't feel like fondling you, so as soon as he noticed how you started to lean over him he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look into his eyes. "Not now."

You nodded slightly. You pulled off your panties, which joined Dabi's ones, and grabbed his dick over your entrance. You were thirsty for him enough to sit on his cock which filled you all over. "Fuck." You leaned your body back slightly placing your hands on his thighs to keep your balance. "I missed you."

Your hips began to move slowly up and down. A wave of heat began to spread over your body and sweat slowly appeared on your skin as well as his. "Oh yes baby, ride him like a fucking pony." His hands, kindled from the inside, pressed against your hips causing his cock to kiss your cervix. He felt your wet pussy clench around him causing him to shudder in his body and the quiet murmurs of your name tumbling out of his mouth. He wanted you so damn badly.

"S-shit… I-I'm gonna cum.!" you gasped out when once again his penis hit your sensitive spot. Your fingernails left red marks on his thighs and your eyelids spontaneously closed. You were almost certain that your moans and whimpers could be heard at least throughout the block you lived in, but frankly you didn't give a shit. You tilted your head back and a loud moan of his 'name' broke from your lips as your pussy reached its limit, clamping down on him triggering his own orgasm. Your thighs trembled as waves of white sperm filled you all over, giving you the feeling of a veritable high.

"Fuck, I love it." The laughter ripped from his throat between catching his breaths. He blindly found the pocket of his coat - which he was still wearing along with his T-shirt - and pulled out a packet of cigarettes putting one in his mouth. You watched as a small blue flame appeared on the tip of his smallest finger thanks to which he had set the stinking damn thing off. "I think I'm going to disappear more often," he said.

"Very funny." you slid off him without the strength to do anything "Next time I just won't let you in." You cuddled your face into the pillow.

"We'll see."

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[roseofdarknessblog]

A Work in Progress (Reiner Braun x Marleyan!Reader)

Word count: 2 630

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: Finding peace after the Rumbling became a pretty big challenge for you and Reiner. Shadows of the past chased you both even after moving away from Marley and starting over somewhere new. 

This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: House by the ocean

A Work in Progress

Some nights ended without you getting even a single ounce of sleep. All you did, was toss and turn around until you couldn’t take it anymore and you had to get up to get some water or just stretch your legs. In those cases, you always spent a few minutes at the kitchen window or even in the garden. Watching the calm ocean waters – every single wave, which found its way to the shore, always helped you calm down and return to bed with a clearer mind.

It was much worse when you were awoken by Reiner. Mostly when he had another nasty and horrifying nightmare, which sometimes made him scream at the top of his lungs or even cry. It wasn’t unusual that he woke up in a cold sweat almost immediately trying to chase away the panic and anxiety.

This night was a merciless combination of both.

You were the first to wake up after you had another bad dream about everything that happened a few months back. It felt like you were back there... on the edge of the cliff at Fort Salta, watching as the Founding Titan and his army of Titans got closer and closer. You could hear yourself scream at Reiner when he and others from Paradis came to rescue you all.

However this time, they were too late. They couldn’t stop Eren in time. He got so close, that you could see his eyes and all the hatred towards people like you in them. You woke up just a second before the Founding Titan craned his neck, looked you over, and swallowed you whole.

„There you are,“ Reiner said, running his fingers through his disheveled hair. You could see in his expression, that he woke up just a couple of minutes ago. He never liked to lay around, when you weren’t next to him and he didn’t get the chance to cuddle up to you. „I thought you would be still asleep. After I...“ he trailed off, looking at the tiny feathery creatures running around your legs in the grass. „I’m sorry I kept you up almost the entire night.“

You smiled and petted the ground next to you, inviting him to sit down. „Good morning, love,“ you said, leaning closer when he sat down and lovingly kissed his lips. „Let’s forget what happened during the night, it doesn’t matter anymore.“

You were close to falling back asleep when you heard Reiner cry out Eren’s name. After that, it was impossible to even think about sleeping. It took you almost an hour until you calmed him down enough, that he even considered laying back down.

No amount of hugs, kisses, and reassuring words helped him realize, that it was only a dream and nothing like that is going to happen ever again. The Rumbling was over and Eren was gone. Just like Reiner’s Titan powers and the curse of Ymir.

It was all in the past and unable to hurt you now. Finally, you were free and had the chance to live happily.

„But it happened again. And you know I hate it.“

„I know, but it’s fine, really,“ you assured him, gently stroking his cheek. Your heart hurt for him every single day, but you could see him slowly getting better. Day by day he started to realize, that his life was much different now. He didn’t have to fight anymore. Not the way he was used to all his life. „The weather is really pretty this morning. I hope it stays this way.“

„Do you have any plans?“

You nodded. „I would like to go for a swim in the ocean.“ It was amazing to live this close and always have the opportunity to go down to the nearby beach. „And have a little picnic at the beach. I think that would be perfect after a restless night.“

With a smile, you watched Reiner pick up one of the yellowish-brown baby ducks. He was so gentle and careful with them, almost afraid he would hurt such tiny and delicate creatures, who made the sweetest noises as they wandered around the garden.  

„I was apprehensive at first, but now I’m really glad we got them.“

„Told you they would bring a lot of joy to our home.“

It was your idea, to get a couple of baby ducks to raise them and have them as pets. Your new house, a tiny cozy cottage at the coastline, had a big enough garden to house a couple of them – so you got six little babies you fell in love with almost immediately. Before you brought them home, Reiner built them the most perfect shed. He got some handy tips and tricks from the nearby farm owner, who then sold you the little ducklings.

„I was thinking...“ you started, letting one of the babies walk into your palms and brought it closer to your face. Kissing their tiny little heads brought you so much joy every single day.  

„About your father again?“ Reiner finished your sentence.

You nodded. „I sent him another letter, but he didn’t answer. I thought that if I give him time, he’ll forgive me. Or at least want to know how we live now.“

Your father, a Marleyan soldier, never forgave you for falling in love with Reiner Braun. After the Rumbling, you went to him and tried to have a calm and reasonable conversation about the whole thing. You tried to explain, that after almost dying, you wanted to live your life according to your own dreams and plans. And they all involved Reiner, an Eldian.

„I’m really sorry.“

„No, don’t be. It’s not your fault, Reiner,“ you assured him, putting the duckling back on the grass again. The one Reiner was holding, made itself comfortable in his palms and looked like it was ready to fall asleep there. „I’m happy and I wouldn’t change a single thing about the way we live now. This is all I ever wanted. A nice peaceful place with a person I love the most.“

You left Marley behind. Better said... what was left of Marley after the Rumbling. It was the best possible option. Moving away and starting somewhere fresh, where no one knew who you were. A little coastline town was more than perfect for a fresh beginning. You were able to get a small house on the very edge of the town with a nice garden where you loved spending time. Mostly because of your flowers, which you love taking care of. Even Reiner liked to help you gardening sometimes.

You both found a job in the town and were earning enough money, to live comfortably and happily. So when it came down to all the material things, you had everything necessary.

And the rest was still a work in progress. You both needed time and that was okay. As for now, you had all the time in the world to be happy and become who you wanted to be.

„What about your mom? You said that she wants to come visit.“

„Yeah, at the end of the month. It looks like Gabi and Falco are coming too.“

You immediately smiled from excitement. „Great, I can’t wait. Bet they will love these sweet little angels,“ you said, carefully laying down between the ducklings. They immediately waddled closer to you, one of them trying to taste a few strands of your hair. „I wouldn’t be surprised if they wanted to stay here.“

Without an answer, Reiner’s golden eyes watched you with so much love and thankfulness. Moments like these made you believe, that he would truly be okay again. One day, hopefully in the near future. There was nothing you wanted more than Reiner coming to terms with what had happened and finally letting go of the past.

„Should I make us some breakfast? Or did you eat already?“ he finally asked, cuddling the almost sleeping baby duck and then putting it down into the grass.

„Are you in the mood for cooking?“

„It will help me unwind a little.“

„Okay, as you wish. I would like some pancakes if you don’t mind.“

Reiner leaned down, kissing your lips with a tiny smile. One of your hands reached for his chin, to deepen your kiss. „I’ll try not to burn down the whole house.“ With a laugh, you kissed Reiner once more before letting him return to the house and fulfill your wishes for a yummy sweet breakfast.

„Just lay back and let the water do its thing. It’s gonna hold you up, don’t worry,“ you said with closed eyes, enjoying how the ocean waves gently swayed your body. The air was full of familiar and comforting freshness and saltiness, the sun shining down on you in full force even after three in the afternoon.

„I know, but I can’t just relax,“ Reiner said, walking over to you and lowering himself back into the ocean, that reached up to the center of his chest, when he was standing up. He was never the biggest fan of spending time in the ocean but tried to change his mind because you simply loved swimming and fooling around in the fresh waters.

What you loved even more, was wandering around the coastline for hours and searching for all different kinds of shells in the sand. Just last week, you brought your ducklings with you to the beach as well. They were running around and exploring the new territory until none of them had the energy to take another step, so Reiner had to carry all of them back home. Your heart almost burst at that sight. It was the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen for sure.

„Do you want to go home?“ you asked and cracked one eye open to look at him.

„No, it’s fine.“

„It’s not,“ you contraindicated, letting yourself sink to the bottom for a couple of seconds. When you opened your eyes underwater, you saw a whole new world full of sand, rocks, and tiny colorful fishes, which didn’t fear getting close to the shore.

When you broke through the surface again, Reiner was waiting for you, his expression reflecting nothing but tiredness.

„We should go home,“ you suggested, walked over to him, and wrapped your arms around his body when he stood up again. Since you were a lot shorter than him, only your head was poking out from under the water. „It’s not fun when you’re not enjoying yourself.“

„I’m trying,“ he said quietly, kissing the top of your head. „It’s just one of those days.“

„It’s okay, Reiner. I’m not mad, it’s not your fault.“

Sometimes you could plan the most fun day and it would simply turn out like this. All it took, was one bad memory from the still not-so-distant past. And even though you still felt the fear from that day at Fort Salta, Reiner had it a million times worse. That’s why you always reminded him, that suddenly feeling sad, tired, or disinterested was absolutely okay. You never got mad at him about his moods, that wouldn’t do any good. The best you could do was give him all the love and support he needed.

„Do you want to talk? Would that make you feel better?“ you asked, running your hand up and down his back in a calming motion.

The beach was quiet and almost empty even though the weather was beautiful. But that didn’t bother you, at least you had all the space you needed. You could truly be yourself and do whatever you wanted.

„I don’t think I want to talk about the same thing for a millionth time,“ Reiner breathed out. You could feel how tense he was in your arms.

„Okay, that’s fine with me. Whatever makes you comfortable, darling,“ you assured him, gently grabbing his chin and bringing his handsome face closer to yours. There were no words you could use to express just how much you loved him and cared for his happiness.

The two of you had to face so many obstacles, that suddenly having a quiet life seemed out of place. You still weren’t used to falling asleep and waking up next to Reiner every single day. Dreaming about a life like this and actually living it were two very different things.

What still troubled you the most, was your father. You wanted him to accept, that you were finally happy and in good hands. Reiner was a decent man, who could take care of you and love you the way you wanted and needed. If only he looked past the fact, that Reiner had Eldian blood...

„You’re thinking about him again?“ Reiner asked, giving you a kiss on your forehead. He knew, that when you suddenly stayed quiet and furrowed your brows, you were thinking about your father. „Maybe you should go and visit him for a couple of days. Have a talk alone, just the two of you.“

Your mom passed away a long time ago, so it was really just you and your dad for most of your life. And you loved him, the two of you were always very close. Maybe that was the reason why you felt so much pain when you thought about him now. On one hand, you were happier than ever, because you could finally be with the man you loved more than your own life. But on the other, you were losing somebody just as important and you had no idea what to do.

Even though you were living your best life, everything seemed really messy.

Confusing.

Uncertain.

Erratic.

Scary.

And much, much more. Only after some time you finally started to accept, that healing and finding peace wasn’t something, that came easily and quickly. It all took time, days, and nights spent crying and loathing many things.

„We did the right choice,“ you said after a while. Reiner’s big warm hands slipped down onto your hips, grabbing them gently. „With moving away and starting over. It hurts and we both feel uncomfortable very often, but we had to do it.“

„We’ll be okay, it just takes time to get used to a peaceful life like this,“ Reiner said in a reassuring voice, sliding his hands down under your butt and lifting you up like you weighed nothing at all. „The most important thing is, that we love each other.“

You nodded, kissing the tip of his nose, as a slightly bigger wave crashed into the both of you. Reiner staggered a bit, making you laugh with his attempt to regain his balance once again.

„We love each other,“ you repeated after him, still laughing. „And we’ll be okay.“

Sometimes it was hard to believe it. But right at that moment, when you were safe in Reiner’s arms, the future looked bright and happy. Full of love and all the most beautiful things both of you could imagine.

„Will you come to the farmers market with me in the morning? I want to get some stuff, mainly those super sweet apricots we had the other day.“

„Last time we had them you promised to bake a pie when you get them again.“

„If it turns out good, I can do one for your mom as well.“

„Well, she...“ Before Reiner had the chance to respond, another wave crashed into you and knocked him off his feet. And since he was still holding you, with your legs wrapped around his waist, you went down together.

Just before you wanted to resurface again, Reiner grabbed you around the waist, pulled you against his body, and pressed his lips to yours. It was such a liberating moment spent only in the presence of one another. And that was about right.

#reiner braun #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x you #aot x reader #aot x you #attack on titan #snk #shingeki no kyojin

[whisker-biscuit]

SlyFox Day 5: Lost

Peril, kidnapping

(Part 1)

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“You know I would only call you under the direst of circumstances.”

The familiar nasally voice on Carmelita’s personal cellphone was a shock to her system. She stiffened where she was sitting at an outside café and immediately looked all around her for any sign of a familiar gray and blue shadow that might be watching her.

“Bentley, how the hell did you get this number?” She hissed when nothing came up, phone practically pressed against her mouth.

“Please, Inspector, let’s not act like that’s a hard thing for me to do.” The brains of the Cooper Gang said it as a statement of fact instead of a brag, and he was probably the only person in the world who could do so sincerely. “But I promise I didn’t invade your privacy without very good reason. I need your help.”

The fox would have laughed out loud if she wasn’t too busy getting enraged. “And why on earth should I help you?”

“Sly’s gone missing.”

Those words made the world stop. Carmelita froze, staring at her phone in disbelief.

“…What?”

“He’s missing, and I need your help to find him.”

Her mind struggled to make sense of what the turtle was saying. Sly Cooper, missing? He didn’t go missing – he intentionally disappeared right when she was closing in on him, and then he conveniently reappeared just when she was starting to write his trail off as cold.

Cooper didn’t go missing, and he most certainly didn’t go missing from his gang. It was such an impossible scenario that her mouth ran on autopilot with the first thing that popped into her head.

“I’m off duty today.”

There was a long, awkward pause on the other end of the line. The inspector wanted to kick herself.

“…I didn’t actually know that,” Bentley admitted after another few seconds, sounding as surprised as she felt over there being knowledge he didn’t have. “But the fact remains that you’re still our best chance at getting him back.”

She frowned, confused. “You do realize I’d find him just to arrest him, right? Why aren’t you or Murray doing it?”

“We’re not exactly…in the vicinity right now,” he said, stiff and careful, making every detective instinct in her perk up. “He was visiting a rather popular club a few blocks from where you are right now, based on a…a suggestion from who he thought was a reliable, uh, friend, before I could verify a few things.”

Carmelita didn’t ask him how he knew where she was at this very moment but had somehow missed that she wasn’t on the clock. She turned Bentley’s “innocent” explanation over in her mind; Cooper had been scoping out a potential new mark, based on information given by an outside contact, and that contact had most likely betrayed them. She leaned back in her seat and stared at the fancy awning over the café’s front.

“So…Cooper rushed into something without thinking, and you two are too far away to save his tail, so you need my help?” She deduced.

“Yes!” The relief in the turtle’s voice was striking. “Yes, that’s exactly it. I know you’re both close enough and capable enough to pull it off as soon as possible, which is why I’m calling you first.”

“Uh-huh. What happens if I say no and tell you to leave me out of it?”

“Time is of the essence, here, Inspector. Please, I’m actually begging you!” That relief was quickly turning into panic as he seemed to realize she might actually refuse. She wondered what was so scary that he preferred to let his best friend get arrested over whatever mess they’d stumbled into.

“I’m going to need a little more than that if I’m going to risk my job for a criminal, you know,” she pressed. “Why are you so worried? What has Cooper gotten himself into?”

For almost an entire minute, there was no answer, and Carmelita was just about to hang up when Bentley spoke again, very quietly and very, very scared.

“We were investigating a potential trafficking ring. We were told by our contact that club was a front, and Sly said he wanted to check it out last night. I haven’t heard from him in nearly twelve hours, Carmelita.”

Oh, fuck.

The fox stood up abruptly. “Tell me the address right now.”

She was already sprinting before the words had finished leaving Bentley’s mouth.

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Carmelita was no stranger to skirting the line when it came to entering places that she wasn’t technically allowed in. It was something she’d learned not to split hairs over through the years of chasing a certain thief just about everywhere she possibly could. Warrants were great, of course, but she had long-stopped herself from feeling guilty over not having one when too many people with money and power stalled the process just long enough to sweep away any hint of wrong-doing before she could pin them down.

It was this carefully-practiced logic she firmly held onto when she entered the club and then crept into the backrooms. She wasn’t doing it as an officer, per se, but as a civilian. A nosy civilian who’d just heard a rumor about someone she knew having last been seen here and then not at all.

A perfectly normal thing for a civilian to do, surely.

The fox was on high alert the moment she crossed the threshold into the “employees only” section of the building, worried about getting caught for a lot more reasons than a reprimand by Barkley about it later. She noted, with only a little surprise, that there were no cameras anywhere – not back here nor in the club proper. An oddity in the modern age, but if Bentley’s information had been true, then it made a lot of sense that a place like this wouldn’t want even the chance of digital recordings of their wrongdoing.

Maybe it was because the place wasn’t very busy when she’d shown up, but she encountered no one as she moved down the long hallways and peeked into rooms. It made her uneasy, and it also made her wonder whether the supposed contact that had betrayed the Cooper Gang was expecting someone to come looking for their missing leader. She could be walking right into a trap.

The inspector shook her head to clear her doubts. Even if it was a trap, she was just going to have to risk it to save Cooper.

To arrest Cooper.

Another turn or two, and she came across a door that was locked – the very first of its kind. It was also an old door, though, which made it very easy to open with a few strong shoves. Carmelita looked back and forth to make sure no one had been alerted by the noise, then poked her head through the doorway.

Her breath hitched in her throat.

There was Sly Cooper, in crumpled plainclothes no doubt from his attempted infiltration last night. He was sitting with his back against the far wall, and the room was so dark she almost didn’t see his hands in his lap. His handcuffed, trembling hands that were trying and failing to pick the lock with clumsy fingers.

The clumsiness was the second thing to tell her that something was very, very wrong. The first was that he hadn’t seemed to realize she had even opened the door and was now standing dumbfounded in front of him.

Cooper was a lot of things, but unobservant was not one of them.

Carmelita bit her lip and threw a cautious look over her shoulder, where the hallway remained empty. Her attention was drawn back to the raccoon when his hold on his lockpick slipped and he let out a loud, frustrated noise. That third oddity – the fact that he had made a noise at all when she had seen him tank shock pistol shots with nothing more than a hiss – was finally enough to push her towards a decision.

“Cooper,” she said, stepping further into the room and closing the door behind her.

He visibly startled – another bad sign – and looked up at her with his mouth twisted into a snarl and the pupils of his eyes blown impossibly wide even in the dark. There was no recognition on his face at all.

“B’ck’ff,” he slurred, drawing his legs up to his chest in a threat to kick. The movement was just as uncoordinated as his lockpicking.

Things clicked into place with revolting clarity. Carmelita held her hands up in a non-threatening gesture as her mind ran through all the things he might have been drugged with. She tried not to be sick over the situation she’d found herself in. Found him in.

“Ringtail, it’s me. It’s Inspector – it’s Carmelita.” She pronounced each word as clearly as she could. “I’m here to rescue you.”

The thief squinted at her, and it took an alarmingly long time for realization to set in. His unfocused eyes widened as he struggled to get his feet under him.

“C’rml’ta, you c’n’t…be h’re. ‘S n’t – n’t safe.” He said it as though she were the one tied up and strung-out instead of him. “G’tta…g’t out. G’tta go.”

Cooper was trying and failing to stand up as he spoke, and Carmelita hurried forward to catch him before he could crash to the hard floor. She propped him up against her, looping his bound arms around her neck, but all he did was sag towards the ground again. He was almost completely dead-weight in her hold.

“Come on, Cooper,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “We are getting out of here, together, but you have to work with me.”

“Tryin’…” His head lolled onto her shoulder, and she could see him trying to lift his legs instead of letting them drag. “’M tryin’…”

The fox closed her eyes and willed herself to have more patience over something that wasn’t his fault. “I know, Ringtail. I know you are.”

Step by slow, agonizing step, they made their way out of the room, out the back door, and towards safety and freedom.

#slyfox #slyfoxweek #sly cooper #carmelita fox #fanfiction #it's not a true Whisker fic without angst lmao

[galvanizedfriend]

Tagged by the lovely @morningstargirl666 to post an older fic. I was in doubt of what to put here, so decided to go with a snippet of Pendulum because I'm currently working on it, and it's technically maybe my oldest fic. First version of it was written for a different fandom, even before I was into KC. 🤷‍♀️

Tagging @definedareasofuncertainty, @howlingmoonrise, @livingdeadblondequeen, @austennerdita2533 and anyone else who might want to! Consider yourselves tagged.

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It's 9:47 in the morning when Caroline boards the train.

Klaus watches from his seat, his lips involuntarily curling into a smile. He knows the reason behind Caroline's panting and slightly disheveled appearance - flushed cheeks, damp clothes, wind-tousled hair - is that there are exactly two minutes and 26 seconds before the train is scheduled to depart. She was running late, almost missed it. She is always late. That is one of the things that never changes.

He can't tell how long it's been since the last time he was here, not in a way that an ordinary mind might be able to grasp. Days and months and years are too little a scale for Klaus. Months and years get blurred together so easily; it's impossible to keep track. He prefers to count in lifetimes. Makes more sense.

It's been fifteen lifetimes since he last watched this exact scene unfold before him, but the details of it remain crisp and clear, like it was just yesterday. It's been burned into his mind with excruciating precision. He recalls the little twitch of irritation on Caroline's lips, the pinch between her eyebrows, the indignity of the curse she mutters under her breath.

Nothing torments her quite like being made to lose the reins of control. Disorder is the ban of her existence. Personally, Klaus thinks she still looks as graceful as ever, certainly more than most people, even in a rare moment of disarray. He's never mentioned it to her before, however, and he certainly won't start now - for many reasons, most of which are just terribly heartbreaking, but the main one being that Klaus finds it fascinating to see her like this, untidy, not completely put-together, unaware that she's being observed. 

There's magic in this moment. It's absolutely glorious in all its imperfections. It's the single most precious moment of Klaus' entire existence. He wouldn't change a thing about it.

It's a lot like seeing a movie he's already watched a thousand times, but not in a while, and yet somehow can still recall every scene, every line of dialogue, every tiny little detail. It starts playing in his head the exact second she crosses into the train car, and he gets instantly caught in the familiarity of the old script. He can narrate what Caroline will do even before she has decided to do it herself.

She will comb a hand through her damp hair, fruitlessly trying to fix some of the mess, before giving up with a frustrated huff when her fingers catch on a particularly nasty tangle. Then she will fish her train ticket out of the pocket on the right side of her overcoat, check the number on it, and lift her head to look around and situate herself. Once she confirms she didn't accidentally board the wrong car in her desperate haste, she will take a step forward, lips slightly parted while her eyes roam the rows of seats, searching for hers among the numbers marked on the above panel.

It'll take her about ten seconds to locate it, which grants Klaus just enough time to face away and pretend he hadn't been paying rapt attention, dying a little bit on the inside as the woman of his life - of all his lives - walks down the train aisle to occupy the spot exactly in front of him. A small, narrow table is the only thing separating the two of them, but the gap feels impossibly larger. A gap the size of fifteen lifetimes, stretching between them like a rift that only he can see.

Klaus sucks the air in through his nose in a failed attempt to keep his heart from punching so violently against his ribcage. It has been a minute, and pretending that being away from her for so long hasn't been a slow death is harder than he thought it would be.

When their eyes meet - casually for Caroline, anything but for Klaus - she offers a smile to the stranger in front of her. Nothing if not polite, his Caroline. Miss Mystic Falls through and through.

Klaus' smile is discreet, but full of warmth. In different times, she would've instantly recognized it as an oddity. He's not a warm person, quite the opposite. But she doesn't know him, has no idea that she's an exception to a rule that's only gotten worse since the last time they met.

There's a possibility that his knowing grin will seem awkward to her - maybe too familiar, maybe just plain creepy - but it doesn't matter. Not this time, anyway. Klaus won't be sticking around, so whether she's thrown by his behavior or not won't make a difference. This time, he'll just be another face on a train ride that won't stand out to her for any reason other than how exceptionally annoyed she is. Just another unremarkable stranger to cross her path. In a few days, or maybe even hours, this random encounter will be completely forgotten, his face blurred into insignificance, obliterated from her mind as all trivial, unimportant things are. It will be as though it never happened.

If he says the bitter truth of that doesn't make him feel a bit of a sting somewhere, he'll be lying. But it is what it is, and Klaus has had several lifetimes to get used to their Shakespearean tragedy: the poignant poetry of this casual meeting on the 9:50 am train to Cardiff, and how it always, always changes everything, one way or another.

Klaus has been through all the existing steps of grief, and then some. Denial, anger, depression, disappointment, white hot rage. It sometimes comes in waves; other times all at once. Acceptance has never really stuck, but he was forced to learn how to soldier through it all. He didn't have a choice. He never has a choice. At last, he learned how to cope - not by making peace with it, but by walking away. 

Klaus has learned the hardest possible way how to relent before the things he cannot change, even if it kills him. And it usually does. There are forces in this universe that are stronger and more unyielding than even the love he has for Caroline Forbes, although it certainly doesn't feel like that should be possible. Life - or rather, death - has proved him wrong.

It’s been too long, and he just had to see Caroline again. One last time.

Klaus is here to say goodbye. This time, for good.

#yokan writes #klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #tag game #here's to me actually wrapping this editing up so i can post it again #circle of prayer

[y2klostandfound]

Preview - K-Project (aka Rez) on Страна игр #6 (Strana Igr)(Russian video game magazine) (2001-03)

Translation in English:

The ways of game design are inscrutable. Some talents find a successful formula once and spend their whole life working on it, trying to make one more, albeit small, step to perfection. Some try to develop within a single genre. Some are tempted to work with more than one. There are people who never go back to ideas already thought up and implemented once. Not Tetsuya Mitzuguchi, creator of Sega Rally and Space Channel 5, and leader of United Game Artists (formerly Sega RD#9 Shibuya), the most independent, self-imposed and liberated development studio.

It is hard to say what kind of games this man likes to make, for one of the leaders of modern game design looking, by the way, too young. His games are a celebration of style over substance. And at the same time a source of very deep gameplay. Realistic cars and wild Ulala. Competent skid physics and dancing aliens. Perhaps you will not find in the entire industry such a variety of taste, style, visual solutions. Space Channel 5, for all its innovative game structure and fiery 1960s beats, is a classic in every way. The designer's new project is so unique that it's hard to call it a game in the literal sense of the word. Mitzuguchi started to talk about the new project a long time ago, just a few days after the release of Space Channel 5. Mitzuguchi started to talk about the new project a long time ago, just a few days after the release of Space Channel 5. When it became known that the second series of SC5 UGA seemingly is not going to make (which turned out to be not at all true), the interest in the person of Mitzuguzhi increased incredibly again. By the way, even after the disclosure of K-Project details, many analysts believe that the UGA leader has one or even two more secret projects in stock.

Tetsuya Mizuguchi is his own person. Many journalists agree that he is the geekiest person on the Japanese gaming scene.

K-Project is a psychedelic musical shooter that brings together the genres of musical games and ordinary shooters, which, at least in Japan, have the same level of cult status as turn-based strategy and FPS. By combining such iconic genres Mitzuguchi intends to get a result that is completely free from genre frameworks and prejudices of ordinary players. Never mind that ninety percent of modern gamers won't understand this creation and will never even hear about it, but K-Project will be a real work of art.

The essence of the gameplay is extremely simple, although it is almost impossible to figure out how it all works in K-Project. The game is a set of minimalist levels without any plot connection to each other. Each level stands out with its own graphic style. Complex labyrinths, open space, all kinds of aquariums, even a tropical forest - all this has nothing to do with the essence of the game. In general, Mitzuguchi admits that his main idea is to create a game analogue of the famous Disney cartoon project Fantasia. Hence the inconceivable graphic forms, and a strange musical design. And it's strange because you will be creating it yourself. Singing out the traditional Treasure's frame of enemies and rhythmically firing them off, you will create your own melodies, which will be in many ways superimposed on the general musical background of the game. This, they say, is where the fun of the game lurks. Tying everything together in your brain is impossible. Apparently, this is what is called "intuitive gameplay. That is, even a minute before you sit down for the game, you have no idea how to play it, but as soon as you take the joypad in your hands, everything immediately becomes clear. Such a strange thing this K-Project is. However, even with all that, it's no less strange than its creator.

Platform: Dreamcast Genre: musical shooter Publisher: Sega Developer: United Game Artists Designer: Tetsuya Mitzuguchi Number of players: 1 Online: www.sega.co.jp Release date: summer 2001

#Rez

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Four, part 4

That had been on Monday. Six days ago. It felt like it was a whole different time period, yet somehow that it just happened. Sitting here, in the early morning dark royal purples, time didn't matter. My heart finally caught up to itself and my breathing came easy. Soon enough I was asleep again.

* * * *

I had maybe an hour or so before Addison would be here. We had decided on some place I've never heard of called Atomic Cafe. I ended up making her pick where, because I don't know shit for vegan places. According to Addison, this place had a great menu, featuring vegan and omnivore foods. And although I was thankful it did have other options, I would've been fine with a place that just served vegan or vegetarian foods. i was so thankful she had picked something. I would've never figured it out.

I was out in the backyard, chain-smoking and pacing along the small and neglected lawn. Most of the gross was brown and dead, and soon the earth would reclaim its place, and this would all be dirt. It wasn't our fault. it was already crappy when we first moved in. And the landlord never tried to blame us for it. I guess we had a pretty good landlord. He wasn't a slumlord and if something went wrong, you better believe he be there.

A nervous, panicky energy was flowing through me, riding the highways of my veins. It made it impossible to sit still, for even just a second. Trust me, I tried. The power plant inside of me held me tight from the moment I woke up this morning. I tried every distraction I could, from playing video games to walking around the block. Nothing helped.

Not for the first time, I panicked and wanted to call her and cancel. Somehow I was working through it. I think knowing I couldn't fuck this chance up was more of a help then a hindrance. I was freaking out, yeah, that was true, but I was freaking out alone. Maybe I'd get it all out of my system. This, of course, was just wishful thinking.

I paced, making a trail in the dead grass. Back and forth, back and forth. I tossed a cigarette butt off into the alley behind the house. Tom usually parked back here, but he wasn't home.

It seemed I was looking at my phone every minute. At least that's what it felt like. In all reality, I don't think even a full minute would pass before I would check it again. I'd look at the screen in some word form of hope and desperation.

Anticipation plus high anxiety is like being made entirely of electricity. It wasn't really that horrible of a feeling. Actually, it was kind of nice. And oddly exhilarating. I couldn't tell you why though. I could almost feel the bolts in my fingertips. I looked around quick, making sure no was looking at me, or around. Then I tried to use Force lightning because I am geeky kid in a punk frame. It did not work, just in case you were wondering.

I stopped pacing, tossed my half full cigarette into the alley, and headed back inside. I headed through the house, moving fast to get to my room. Dennis's gunshots were bleeding into the hall, like normal. I checked to make sure I had everything I needed. I didn't really need all that much. My wallet, which I wore chained cause I won't let that image fade away, my phone, cigarettes, lighter and keys. That's it. Four things. I had already hit the ATM earlier in the day.

My laptop sat open on the bed. I dropped myself next to it, grabbing it and clicking on to Facebook, for the millionth time that day. I had nothing from anybody, so I just sat their scrolling and looking at the clock every few seconds. Chad suddenly was online.

CHRIS: What's up?

CHAD: Not much. Isn't today your date?

CHRIS: In about a half hour.

CHAD: Ah, that makes sense.

CHRIS: I'm a fucking ball of lightning right now. I even tried to use Force Lightning.

CHAD: Lol, for real? CHRIS: Yeah, in the backyard.

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