#“you need to finish the story... for me” OKAY?????

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some random girl | alexia putellas

summary : you go to test alexia and she fails miserably

tags + a/n : age gap, implied smut, downbad!alexia, spelling mistakes cause this was rushed, i don’t think there’s anymore to add but idk. anyway a quick little fic while i finish my other one. also two posts in less than a week who am i

word count : 1k

everyone knew that alexia didn’t have a huge social media presence.

if she posted it would always be about club or country, the world barely saw alexia do a media dump and when she did the they went crazy. you’ve been begging alexia to post more ever since you met her but still nothing.

the two of you never posted a picture together so when the fans thought you two were together it was all speculation. either from a picture of you at one of barcelona’s games but you were never seen talking to her only some of the younger girls.

you’d post a story on instagram of the two of you but it would be your hands or a picture of you guys standing next to each other waist down.

and alexia well there was only one post of you that she tagged you in and that was when you first became friends other than that she’d post what like a picture of your hand that’s it.

what you and alexia posted was enough for them to speculate but not nothing concrete.

you guys were careful cause well alexia could be paranoid cause she knew what her fans were like. if you guys went out it was in the parts of barcelona that people didn’t really know about unless they were locals.

after being together for a while you both decided that if one of you wanted to post the other they could. at first you thought a soft launch would be perfect. drive the fans crazy a little seeing as nothing could make them say that it was alexia confidently.

but when you saw the new tiktok trend you just had to do it with her, skip the soft launch you started and skip right to the hard launch.

everything was set up, phone on alexia’s kitchen counter all you needed was for her to come back from training. when you heard the familiar sound of door opening followed by the sound of a her bag being thrown to the floor you knew it was her and that it was time.

“ale baby, come here for a second”

she didn’t reply but the sound of her footsteps becoming louder was confirmation enough and soon enough her figure appeared.

the second you could see she was in the frame you knew it was time.

“think fast i’m some random girl” rushing out the words as quickly as possible before throwing yourself at her. placing your lips on hers in hopes that she push you away or something literally anything.

she done the opposite, in fact she pulled you closer deepening the kiss. making you forget about the video completely. her hand went under your thighs lifting you up from the ground and placing you on her kitchen island.

it wasn’t until she moved from kissing your lips to your neck that you remembered only cause the camera was in your eyesight again. the kiss almost made you forget again but you pushed through the pleasure you were feeling.

her kissing your almost made you want to forget about it “ale—alexia, you were meant to push me away” trying to sound as angry as possible but failed as you laughed and well you could never be mad at her.

“mhm, okay”

that was her only response before getting back to it.

in all honestly it didn’t even seem like she fully heard what you said, she saw you come towards her to kiss her and then the kiss was all that was on her mind. making her forget what you said immediately.

you tried hard to push her away but she only held on tighter.

“i’m serious”

she pulled away “you think that when i have an opportunity to kiss you i wouldn’t take it.”

“but you heard what i said and ignored it so you failed”

“amor, all i saw was that you were going to kiss me and i’m not saying no to that. and am i really failing if i got to kiss you”

you looked at her for a second, taking in her appearance. hair still damp from her shower, a pair of shorts that did her justice and simple top that you swore she made look designer with how good she looked in it.

but now all you could think about was kissing her.

placing you’re hand on her cheeks as you pulled her in for another kiss that was ten times more needy that the last. you felt her hand tug at you’re shirt which you gladly took off and her soon following suit.

your hands now in her hair tugging at her roots each time she’d kiss you with more desperation. she slowly made her way down between your legs, placing kisses on the way.

you threw your head back already anticipating the pleasure that you were about to feel, and just when she was about to touch you where you needed it most. you remembered.

you remember about the camera set up on the counter and how this couldn’t be posted if you let her continue.

you pushed her away from you causing her to groan in annoyance, hoping down from the counter to grab your phone and turn it off. before talking alexia’s hand and going to her bedroom to finish want you started.

you didn’t post the tiktok till a day later. and it was safe to say it was a hit getting over a million views in an hour. the comment made you laugh. you haven’t even told alexia that you were posting it not really caring about what would happen afterwards, and to be fair she did say you could post whatever of the two of you now.

wosofc : people called me crazy for thinking that we’re together but i was right

ellie : alexia i don’t blame you if she was my gf i’d be the same

vickyyylopezzz._ : tell me how you get alexia to do tiktok’s with you now

vickyyylopezzz._ : i’ve been begging her to do a tiktok for a while and this was not what i meant i’m now scarred for life now

barcafem4life : omg i’m never gonna shut up about this

steph : how did you get alexia to do this. she barely had any social media presence and now this

kat : i don’t know who i want to be more

janafernandez3 : i’m coming over we’re doing a tiktok right now

alexiasgf : this is the hardest soft launch i have ever seen it’s like she ditched it completely and was like alexia’s my girl and i’m gonna show the world and i don’t blame her.

the next day at training alexia didn’t hear the end of it as the team especially the youngsters wouldn’t stop teasing her. when they first talked about it she was beyond confused and then they showed her the video and the all teasing made sense. this definitely wasn’t the alexia they knew.

all alexia knew was that they wouldn’t shut up about it for a while but it was worth it if you were happy.

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Pairing: Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x F!SeniorResident!Reader Summary: Robby, once so disciplined, gives in fully to his obsession with learning every hidden part of you, the quietest girl in the ER. Word Count: 1.8 K Content Warning: 18+ MDNI, Explicit Content, Explicit Language,

He should’ve known better than to think he could spend the whole day with you without making you fall apart in his hands.

But restraint had never been his strong suit when it came to you. Not since the first time you made a noise for him, soft, sweet, breaking against his mouth like something sacred.

Now it was an addiction. A study. A need.

He wanted to find out and he wasn’t going to rest until he tested his theories. 

You stood barefoot on the hardwood in his old college hoodie, sleeves swallowing your hands, hair messy from the pillows. He handed you coffee, one sugar, just how you liked it, and leaned against the counter, eyes dark over the rim of his own mug.

“Sleep okay?” he asked.

You nodded, lips parted around the rim of the cup, cheeks already flushed. You didn’t answer out loud. He took the cup from your hand and set it down, then stepped close and tilted your chin up gently with a finger.

“You don’t have to talk,” he murmured, voice barely audible. “But I’m going to find a way to hear every sound you’ve never made before.”

You shivered. And when he kissed you , deep, slow, the kind of kiss that unraveled time, you made the softest sound against his tongue.

He smirked.

That was one.

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You had undressed to get in the shower. He followed you in.

You didn’t protest.

Water traced down your skin, he pressed your hands to the tiled wall and kissed down your shoulder, your neck, the space just behind your ear, and when his hands moved lower, you whimpered, biting your lip.

“Don’t do that,” he said against your skin. “Don’t hide from me.”

You didn’t. Not after that.

The way you gasped when he slid two fingers into you while whispering exactly what he planned to do later, you said his name like a prayer.

It was filthy. It was holy.

That’s two.

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Lunch was abandoned somewhere around the fifteen-minute mark.

You sat straddling his lap, the remains of a takeout container on the floor, your knees bracketing his thighs. He had his fingers hooked under the hem of your shirt, running the pad of his thumb in slow, lazy circles beneath the fabric while you tried to finish telling him a story about your intern.

Tried.

Failed.

Because every time you paused to catch your breath, he kissed just below your ear. Teased the edge of your bra. Bit lightly at your collarbone. Your voice faltered completely when he slipped a hand into your sweatpants and found you already warm and wet.

“You were telling me something,” he murmured, lips brushing your temple.

You arched into him. “I can’t, I can’t think, fuck Michael-”

He grinned into your hair. That’s three.

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He wanted to ruin you.

Not cruelly. Never that. But intimately. With admiration. Like someone learning how to worship.

He laid you out in the middle of his bed, the sun soft on your skin, your fingers tangled in the sheets as he edged you with his mouth over and over until you were gasping.

Your thighs shook against his shoulders.

Your hand fisted in his hair, tugging with helpless need.

You weren't quiet anymore.

You were begging.

“Please, Michael, please”

He gave in only when he was sure you’d never be able to forget what it sounded like when you broke.

You sobbed his name when you came. Loud, raw, completely unguarded.

That was Four. Five. Six. Maybe more.

He’d lost count.

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They were supposed to make dinner.

He kissed you up against the fridge instead. Your legs wrapped around his waist. His hands under your thighs. Your hair wild, your lips swollen, your breath caught in his mouth. You moaned into his neck when he pressed himself against you.

He leaned in, voice gravel-rough and low.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fuck the shyness out of you?”

You whimpered.

“I’m going to make you say everything you’ve ever swallowed down. Every noise you thought you had to keep quiet. I want to hear them all, Sher.”

You kissed him hard, desperate, teeth catching on his lower lip.

He carried you to the counter without breaking contact.

Dinner was forgotten.

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They were watching some movie you loved. Or trying to. You curled beside him, worn out and pink-cheeked, your head tucked into the curve of his neck. But your hand had crept under the blanket to his thigh, and he couldn’t focus on a single damn frame.

“You’ve made your point,” you whispered, teasing.

He turned his head slowly. “No.”

His voice was velvet. Dangerous.

“Not even close.”

You smiled and leaned into his chest.

And he knew he was done for.

By the time you left the next morning, his bed still smelled like you, and he didn’t care that he’d have to walk into the ER like he hadn’t spent twenty-four hours losing his mind to the quietest girl in the hospital.

But you weren't quiet anymore.

Not with him.

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You’d come in fresh from a day off, lips still swollen from his mouth, thighs still sore in the best way. You wore your hair tied back tightly, your pink hoodie unzipped, your ID badge not-quite-straight.

You told yourself you could be professional.

You told yourself he could, too.

But you hadn’t counted on the look in his eyes when you walked past him in the morning huddle, when he leaned over your shoulder to grab the chart out of your hands like it hadn’t been an excuse to let his breath skim your neck.

You hadn’t counted on the way his voice had dropped low and close when he said your name during rounds, or how your fingers clenched the chart too hard when he called you “Doctor Sheridan” like it was something filthy only he got to say that way.

You hadn’t counted on needing him like that.

Not again. Not this soon.

Definitely not here.

You’d just finished bagging a code, your hair was a mess, you smelled like adrenaline and blood and antiseptic, and he looked at you like he wanted to rip your scrubs off with his teeth.

You were trying to chart. You really were.

But then he came too close, leaning over your shoulder, watching the screen, one palm flat beside your hand. You could feel the heat of him at your back, the outline of his chest brushing yours.

“You missed a timestamp,” he murmured, mouth right near your ear.

You looked up at him, your breath caught somewhere between your lungs and your spine.

“Fix it for me, then,” you whispered.

His mouth twitched. “Don’t tempt me.”

You already had.

You’d gone into the supply closet for IV tubing.

He followed you.

Of course he did.

The door clicked shut behind him and you turned, and he was already there, backing you against the shelves, one hand braced beside your head, the other curling around your hip.

His voice was rough. Low.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

You swallowed hard.

“We’re at work.”

He kissed you anyway.

It was nothing like his usual restraint. It was teeth and tongue and possessive heat, his hands sliding up your scrub top, palm grazing over your bare skin. His fingers found the waistband of your pants. You gasped.

“Michael!”

“I need to hear you,” he growled against your neck, hand sliding lower. “Just one sound. One.”

You almost gave it to him. Your back arched. Your mouth parted. You were seconds away from moaning his name right into the collar of his scrubs when—

“Shit! someone’s coming.”

The sound of footsteps. Two voices, probably Santos and Whittaker, arguing over something like usual.

He didn’t pull away. His hand was still down your pants. His eyes locked on yours. His body flush to yours in that dark closet that suddenly felt too hot, too small. Your heart was pounding.

The voices passed.

Silence.

“Do it again,” you whispered, your hips jerking forward without permission. “Please.”

He groaned into your neck, kissed you like he couldn’t breathe without it, and pulled his hand back just as your knees nearly buckled.

“Later,” he promised, voice thick and dark. “I promise.” He barely made it through the end of the shift. Every chart blurred. Every trauma became a haze of motion and barked orders and adrenaline soaked in lust. You hadn’t looked at him once after that closet. Not directly.

But your hands were trembling.

And when you handed off the final signout sheet and turned toward the exit , you didn’t even ask.

He was already following.

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His front door had barely clicked shut before he shoved you against it, mouth covering yours in something messy and starving. His hands were everywhere, under your shirt, fisting the fabric, tugging at your scrub pants, yanking your hair back just to see your face.

“You knew what you were doing,” he muttered against your neck, biting just hard enough to make you moan. “Walking past me in those scrubs. Talking back to me. Letting me touch you and acting like it didn’t drive you just as fucking crazy.”

You whimpered. “It did.”

“I know.”

He spun you then, pressed you against the wall with a hand firm at the back of your neck. His other slipped between your legs again, not tentative this time. Not cautious.

“You’re always so silent at work,” he said lowly. “So careful. Little mouse, let’s see what it takes to pull every goddamn sound out of you.”

And then he was on his knees.

Right there in his hallway.

You gasped. Tried to say his name.

He silenced you with his mouth.

Later, it was the couch. The kitchen counter. The edge of his bed, where he bent you over with your pants around your ankles and whispered, “You can take it, sweetheart. You’re mine to take.”

Every time you cried out, he bit back a groan like he could bottle the sound.

He needed to hear you come undone.

He needed to be the one to do it.

He didn’t even know who he was right now, just a man with shaking hands and a never ending hard-on that had been torturing him all shift, drinking down the sounds you made like they were water and he’d been parched for years.

And you, you took it all. Soft thighs spread for him. Fingers clawing at his shoulders. Voice finally breaking in gasps and pleas he never imagined he’d hear from your lips.

“Michael—please—don’t stop—”

He didn’t.

Not until you were shaking, legs weak and messy beneath him, throat raw from moaning his name into his mouth. Not until he knew no one else would ever get this. No one would ever hear you the way he had.

After, in the quiet, you curled into his chest.

You didn’t say much.

You didn’t have to.

Your body said everything, the way you reached for him without hesitation, the way your cheek tucked beneath his chin like you belonged there. He kissed the top of your head and joined you in deep slumber.

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There's this story story compition that I'm planning on entering and I jsut finished writing it (editing with happen tomorrow lol) but I'm pretty sure there's several people who will want to read it so I shall gift it upon you all

I will have to cut out a good chunk of it cause it's like 450 words over the limit 😅

Unlike humans, I wasn't made from two people who love each other. I was made from clay, and was born in a kiln.

I don't remember being shaped, nor the process of coming into this world. I had no choice but to exist.

Humans, nor gods for that matter, tell you how hard existing is. I still can't really wrap my head around how much learning you have to do. Walking, Talking, Cooking, Cleaning. No wonder they get so exhausted.

Humans do have a significant advantage. They get to do more than just exist. They get to live. They don't realise how lucky they are to be able to do things so easily, feel emotions, just experience it all the way only a human can.

For the thousands of years I've existed I have longed for that, and I finally got my chance.

My creator, a god called Sanut, ushers me out the back door of him temple, continuous glancing behind him.

"Okay, dear. I'm going to busy for…. most of the day. Just come back when the sun starts setting. And just get out of view from the windows." He quickly turned to head back inside.

"What if I get lost?" I asked, my tone just as plain and monotone as normal.

"I'm a god, dear. I'll find you." I couldn't really argue with that, so I let him enter the temple again, before turning.

I wondered a little, trying to get used to the feeling of grass. It was a interesting texture. Spiky, but in a good way. I hoped it won't stain the white clay that I was made of.

The back part of the temple was in its own shadow at this point of the day, making it slightly cold. I didn't know shadows could do that.

Everything out here intrigued me. Whilst Sanut's temple was pretty, it couldn't compare to nature looked.

I continued to walk around the shadowed area, just taken all of it's beauty, and touching everything.

I'm surprised by how nice the bumps and unevenness of trees, rocks, and dirt felt. The way humans acted made me think the feeling would be unpleasant.

For the first time, I felt my curiosity override my need to keep myself safe, letting myself run my fingers across everything I could without worrying if my fingers would snap off.

I enjoyed my exploration for a while longer, before the bush rustles.

I completely froze. "Hello?" I call.

More rustling.

I stood there for a moment, not sure if I should run or investigate. Was rustling a good thing?

It rustled some more, the sound growing as whatever was in there came closer.

Whilst the rational part of me was screaming it run, I crept closer, trying to get a peek inside the bush.

Before I could get a good look inside, the creature walked out. It was a small, fluffy, rodent.

I stared for a moment, admiring it slightly, a strange feeling washing over me. It stared back, jsut for a second, before running off.

"Wait!" The words slipped from my mouth before I realised, and my legs started chasing it before my brain could catch up.

I trailed behind it for a while, weaving my way through the trees. I didn't know that the forest here was so dense.

I eventually came to a stop, letting the rodent run out of my sight.

I had stumbled across someone. A young girl, no older then 19, sitting in the middle of a ring of trees with a pile of flowers sat in front of her as she twisted them together.

I must've been staring for a while, as she eventually glanced up at me. "Are you going to continue staring or do you want to join?" She asked, her tone slightly teasing.

I imagined if I wasn't made of clay, I would've blush, but I welcomed the offer, and sat down next to her.

She had a small smile on her face, she happily continued weaving the flowers together as she hummed a soft tune under her breath. It was a beautiful melody, sometime I hadn't heard yet.

"What are you humming?" I asked.

"The night we met, by Lord Huron. It's one of my favorites."

I nodded. "Can't say I've heard of it."

The girls jaw dropped. "Do you live under a rock?!"

"Uh- no, I live in a temple-"

She chuckled. "I know that, silly."

"Oh."

Her gazed shifting following mine to the flowers. "Would you like to learn?" She asked.

"Learn what?"

"How to make a flower crown." She held hers round her head.

I nodded, quickly, hoping my neck wouldn't crack.

She moved closer grabbed a few flowers.

We stayed there, for most of the day. We make several crowns, we talked, we laughed, and it made me feel different. A nice different.

I learnt her name was Charlotte, and when she learnt that I didn't have a name, she demanded we fixed that. We decided on Delilah.

It wasn't until the sun set that we had to part ways, for now at least, but despite being alone once more, I felt like I had changed during that day, like somthing in me was unlocked.

***

We continued to meet up in the forest almost everyday, especially as Sanut's business increased.

Charlotte taught me a range of activities. Some went well, like drawing and acting, others, like swimming, weren't made for my body.

I started to grow fond of her, her presence becoming something that was intertwine in my life. Being around her, and experiencing this joy was something that was exhilarating. It was the only time I wished I could smile properly.

It was almost perfect, until it wasn't.

I started to notice that Charlotte's presence started to slow, only slowly, until it suddenly stopped completely.

The first time I was confused. she wouldn't just leave me like that, right?

I spent that entire day looking for her. I'm not really sure why I thought I would find her.

I felt a new emotion when I saw the sun setting. I started questioning why she hadn't shown. Was she sick? Was she busy? Did I upset her? Would she come back? All the thoughts swam around my head like a school of fish.

The next day, I went to look again. Still no sign of Charlotte.

The new feeling from yesterday came up even stronger, but instead of looking, I sat down, hoping that maybe she was just running late.

The same questions as before whirled around me, and other emotion started to build up. Anger.

I had seen anger before. Sanut had shown me anger before, but I didn't realise how much the anger came from the feeling I was feeling before.

All these feelings grew again as the sun started to set once more. Why did she stop showing up?

I repeated this cycle for multiple days, and after a while of nearly driving myself crazy with the questions, I started to feel different about it all.

Whilst I was still sad about the fact Charlotte stopped meeting me, another part of me was happy that I got to experience the memories with her I had.

I learnt a lot, about myself and the world, and that I really enjoyed doing certain things, especially stuff that was creative. If I hadn't met her, I never would've learnt that.

Once Sanut ushered me out for the 8th day, I walked much slower to the spot. I let myself enjoy the feeling of everything again. The grass, the trees, the sun. I soaked it all in like it would be the last time I felt it all.

I went to the same ring of trees I chased the rodent into. I hope it was okay after that, I must've given it quite the fright.

I looked around, only just noticing the wildflowers that had started to grow, adding bright colour to the area.

I went over, a picked some carefully, making sure that I left it all mostly undisturbed.

I took my little collect and I took it all to the centre area. I sat down, taking a few flowers, and started to weave them together, into a crown. I hummed a familiar tune to myself, a wave of joy coming over me again.

This time, Charlotte may have not been there, but I still felt happy, and that's all that mattered to me.

This joy was mine, no matter the circumstances.

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20 Years of Friendship and Cons

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Chapter 2

Characters: Jensen Ackles x Reader, Readers best friend, Danneel (Mentioned) Jensen’s Kids, Clif, Jared Padalecki (Mentioned)

Warnings: Mentions of Panic Attacks, Nightmares, and a lot of tears

This is a work of fiction and does not depict real life. Jensen is Married in this Story but on the verge of Divorce from Danneel.

All work is my own, please don't take it or use it, Reblogs and likes are appreciated.

As we reached the green room, Clif motioned for us to enter. When we entered Jensen was sitting on the floor with back against the couch and his head between his legs trying to breathe. “Jensen it’s Y/N, you’re safe. I’m here with you. Here, breathe with me.” She placed his hand on her chest as she took a deep breath in. Jensen matched her breathing as he felt the steady beat of her heart. “You're doing great Jensen, now can you tell me 5 things you can see?” 

“You, Shannon, the door over there, the water bottles on the table, and my shoes.” You nod and smile, “Good,now 4 things you can touch.” “Your hand, the carpet, how itchy this sweater is right now, and the couch behind me.” Good, let's keep going, 3 things you can hear.” “Your voice, the people outside, and Clif in the hallway.” “Really good Jensen, we're almost done, 2 things you can smell.” Your perfume Y/N, the fresh coffee.” Jensen you're almost there, now 1 thing you can taste.” “My spearmint gum.” 

“You did amazing Jensen, how do you feel now?” “I feel okay, calmer, but I also feel like a complete fool. This never happens in public, my panic attacks happen when I'm alone or at home. I'm sorry you had to see all that, and you had to deal with it, with me,” Jensen said as he kept hitting the pillow in front of him. “Hey, look at me Jensen, it’s normal to have panic attacks, both Shannon and I have them too. That’s actually one of the reasons why Shannon and I are best friends. We both ground each other and help each other through the panic attacks. If we can be your person Jensen, we will always be here for you. You don’t need to be angry or upset with yourself Jensen for having a panic attack.” You whisper as you slowly take the pillow from him. “I just don’t understand why, I’m a good father aren’t I? Why does she want to take the kids from me?”

“Honestly, we don’t know why she’s doing this, but what we do know is that JJ, Arrow and Zeppelin have an amazing father who loves them with all his heart, and would do anything for them. Who would protect them from harm or hurt, and would drop anything that he was doing to be there for them when they needed him.” “If we had to take a guess as to why, she could be jealous of the bond you have with kids because she doesn’t have that same kind of bond.” 

“Now, do you feel okay enough to return to the stage with Jared and finish the panel?” “I think I will be okay, but can you and Shannon stay at the side of the stage? I don’t want you too far from me.” “Of course we can, Jensen we will be right there waiting for you.” “Let’s get you back to the stage,” You said as you offered him your hand, helping him up. 

About 30 minutes later the panel had finished and Jensen made his way over to us, “I have a favour to ask both of you. I don’t think I can be alone tonight. With everything going on I need someone there to make sure I don’t drown in panic attacks. Would you two be willing to stay in my room tonight? I know it’s a big ask, but Jared has his own thing tonight with Gen and the kids. I don’t want him to have to choose between me and them.”

“If it’s going to help you sleep and stay calm, then it’s not a problem, we will stay in your room tonight, right Shan?” “Yes, of course Y/N.” “Thank you both, you don’t know how much this means to me. How much this makes me feel better and gives me a sense of comfort.” “Jensen, you have been our rock for years, and we will be yours now.”

Shannon and I finished up at the convention and decided to head up to our room, to shower and put on comfortable clothes before we headed to Jensen’s room. “Y/N, this whole thing with Danneel taking the kids and leaving him, has really hurt Jensen. I have a feeling there will be more panic attacks tonight and not much sleep.” “We just need to make him comfortable and remind him that he’s safe.” “I guess we should head across the hall to Jensen’s room. Are you ready Shan?” “Ready than I’ll ever be.” Shannon says as we head across the hall.

Jensen seemed to sense us coming because he opened the door just as we reached it. “Thank you for coming and staying with me tonight. My head is not in the right space to be alone tonight. This whole thing with Danneel leaving and taking the kids has me seconding guessing everything right now. So it’s better that I have company tonight. Okay, come on in and get comfortable. We can order room service and just talk.” “That sounds like a good idea Jensen, we are here for you.” You said as you and Shannon make your way inside and set your stuff down. 

Once everyone was settled Jensen placed a room service order for a bunch of appetizers and stuff. “How did you two meet, become friends and stay friends for 20 years?” Jensen asked curiously. 

“Well, Shannon and I met after I commented on one of her fanfiction stories she wrote about you. I fell in love with it and commented and then she responded.  That led us messaging each other then later exchanging phone numbers so we could text. What really connected us was how we’ve both dealt with some of the same struggles. That’s when we realized we were meant to find each other. We’re there for each other and we became instant soul sisters. You Jensen were the main reason we met and we’ve been friends ever since. It’s been 20 years since that day.” Y/N said as she smiled with a few tears falling. “You both wrote fanfiction about me? Was it at least good?” Jensen asked with a sly smile.“Oh yeah, it got lots of views and likes,” Shannon answered.

About 20 minutes later, room service had finally arrived, “Wow Jensen this is a lot of food.” “I got enough so we could snack. I hope that’s okay.” “Yeah, it’s perfectly fine Jensen. It’s good to have variety.” As we snacked on the appetizers, Jensen’s phone started ringing. It was a FaceTime call from his kids. We sat quietly and let him answer the call. “Hey Jaybird, what’s going on? Is everything okay?” “Yeah daddy everything is okay. Arrow, Zeppy and I wanted to hear your voice. We miss you so much, and all momma has been doing is yelling at everyone. When are you coming to get us Daddy?” JJ asked with tears in her eyes. “Daddy and momma have some things to sort out before I can come and get you three. I hope it will be soon though. Daddy loves all of you to the moon and back and that will never change. I promise you that. So, how’s school going Jaybird?” “I had a big math test, but I passed it, and Amber and I have a play date tomorrow,” JJ said with a smile. “How about you two Arrow and Zeppy, what’s new?” “Zeppy and I are going to Macie’s Birthday at the Aquarium,” Arrow said while giggling. “Jaybird, I’m so proud of you for acing that math test, and Arrow and Zeppy, that sounds like so much fun. Well, my babies, daddy has to go now. I will call you tomorrow when I get done with the convention. I love you guys.” “Bye Daddy,” all the kids say. 

“The kids seemed happy Jensen. They really do love their daddy,” Shannon says with a smile. “Yeah, they seemed better than the last time I talked to them,” Jensen said with a smile. “Y/N, Shannon, I think I want to try and get some sleep. It's been a long day, if that’s okay.” “It's okay with us. Shannon and I will be in the other room if you need us.”

Shannon and I were relaxing in the other room for about 2 and a half hours, when suddenly we both heard panicked breathing. We rushed into Jensen’s room and found him sitting up on his bed holding his chest with tears running down his cheeks. “Jensen, you're safe, we are both here. Can you match my breathing? Good, you're doing it. Everything is going to be okay. Just breathe Jensen.” After a few moments Jensen had calmed down and was resting quietly. We stayed with him for the rest of the night, keeping watch and making sure he knew he was safe.

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[mission-light-if]

Mission Light - Lawyer Path Part 2 - Out Now!

Hello guys, it's me again :)

First of all, I know I said that I would try to upload the update by the 8th of April, but yeah, that didn't happen, obviously.

Before my top surgery, a lot happened, and I had no time to finish everything.

I also lost some of the things I had written because I was careless.

I was frustrated about that, and after the surgery, I needed some time to recover. I also had a few complications, and university started again.

By now, I've managed to rewrite a lot of what was lost, but not everything.

Since I finally want to put something out there, and it's been six months since I originally wanted to finish the lawyer prologue, I've decided to upload what I have so far.

Which, in itself, is also a lot—I'd estimate it to be around 170,000–180,000 words :)

Now, there are still about 3-4 things missing, but when you play the new update, you'll notice that I added a short text/info when that's the case.

I will add those sections in the future. There are also some more minor things I want to add here and there, so my work on the lawyer prologue isn't finished yet.

However, since I have worked on it so much, I’m really tired of seeing it at the moment. So maybe I'll start working on the next chapter first and then get back to what’s missing in the lawyer prologue later on to regain some motivation/fun in writing. I've been wanting to start the next chapter for so long; I finally want to write all the scenes I've been planning and more.

Honestly, it’s been an up-and-down process. Sometimes I was really motivated, sometimes I wasn't, and there were just parts I kept putting off because I had no fun writing them, but I needed them for the progression of the story. So, the quality of the writing may differ in some parts.

I also have to fix the scaling and the relationship/flirt points for some characters/parts, but that's something that only concerns me for now since they aren’t really relevant at the moment, but yeah.

Starting now, I want to do weekly updates. That means, at the end of every week, I’ll upload a new version with everything I’ve written and done during that week, so please remember that. It could be a new choice, just one new paragraph, or maybe a lot of new content.

I will always tell you what I added/changed, though.

If you find any bugs/code problems, please let me know on Tumblr :)

I also try to answer the remaining asks at some point, but it may take some time since I have an important exam coming up that I can’t fail because it's my second-to-last chance to pass.

Nonetheless, I’m really proud of what I’ve achieved.

It’s been almost a year since I started working on this project, and even though I would have liked to have published more by now, I’m really happy with what I’ve done so far.

The way it’s going right now, I’ll probably be writing this for like 5 more years, but that’s okay—art takes time, and I know I function differently than others, in the way I work, think, and how my energy levels work.

I’ve worked for at least three hours almost every day on this project, at least on the days I was home and not out, and it's the most, the longest, and the most consistent thing I’ve ever done.

Even if my writing, storytelling, progression, and choices aren't perfect, I’m happy I started this. Otherwise, it would have forever remained a dream of mine.

This is the project I always wanted to do: writing, game mechanics, my art, and my characters. So, I think this will be sort of my life project.

It's really, really far in the future, but at one point, I would love to add maybe a mini webtoon, mini-games, a better sidebar, more lore, game mechanics like a diary or letters, a timeline, some voiced lines, etc., stuff like that, and maybe even a character creator drawn by me, where you can create your own character.

That way, when I finish everything, I’ll truly have my dream work of art, incorporating all forms of art I like and everything I mentioned before.

I am grateful for every person reading and liking my story; it means so much to me.

Now for the update

This update includes:

Updated Prologue and First Part:

I changed a lot of the writing/internal struggles of the main character

I added the possibility to play matchmaker between Hongyu and Marcos/Maria

I added more depth to the main character's past with Noel and the lingering effects

I also changed a lot of the choices and their outcomes

I added a new system for Noel and the main character's dynamic (hate him, believe in good/nostalgia, afraid of him)

The New Second Part:

Meet Noel again and deal with him in different ways

Learn about your coworkers' superpowers

Pick one of two choices, leading to two entirely different fight paths

Awaken your own powers

Decide how to approach the fight with Noel (on both paths), leading to many individual fight outcomes (the two different broader paths with 4 main splits and even more choices on one, and 2-3 splits on the other)

Meet another agent, Min, in the aftermath of the fight and deal with everything that happened

Ask more questions and figure out more about what’s going on and went on behind the scenes

Prepare/start to get ready to confront Noel and his group in the next chapter to finally end things once and for all

Meet more agents (Sinan and Nayla) in the end and meet your group's pet dog, Vin :)

That’s it for now :)

Take care,

Jakob

Play here

[imaakira]

Joel Miller x F!Reader | "𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠, 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠." 🦋

Summary: Your childhood had been marked by the weight of trauma and the constraints of a strict religious upbringing. From an early age, you were taught to keep your distance, to distrust physical contact, to see tenderness as a weakness and love as either a sin or an illusion. So you grew up behind walls, with deeply ingrained defense mechanisms.

Real relationships, the genuine kind, were foreign to you. You watched them from afar, never daring to get close and then Joel came along. Quietly, without grand gestures. Just with that gentle way of looking at you, of listening without asking too many questions, as if he already understood everything you weren’t saying.

He didn’t try to change you or force his way past your barriers. He was simply there. Patient. Steady. Not as a lover, not yet, not exactly... but as the one person you had trusted enough to share your story. With him, for the first time, you began to see the possibility of letting your guard down and maybe, slowly, of healing.

Warnings: established relationship, grief, guilt, fluff, lots of soft Joel Miller Do not: claim, repost, copy, or translate my stories anywhere else. Notes: Maybe a part 2 where I further develop their relationship, and maybe Y/N and Joel get to have a special night 🤭 I apologize in advance but English is not my mother tongue. 💙 ~*.♪。★*・゜・＊♪*.♪。★*・゜・＊♪*.♪°~

- Hey, easy… I won’t go any further... Tell me if it’s too much, alright? - N-no… it’s okay… it’s just that… - Look at my hand.. Breathe slowly with me…

Joel’s voice was low, steady, almost a whisper. He moved his hand slowly, with infinite care. His fingers barely grazed your skin, just a breath, a warmth. He moved inch by inch, cautious, approaching that place where the memories still hurt. He didn’t take his eyes off you. Not for a second.

He wanted you to feel that you were here, now. Safe. It was an exercise he had suggested. Every day, if you had the strength. And sometimes, you said no and he welcomed that no with the same respect as a yes. He was never there to force you. Only to walk with you. - W-wait… The words barely came out. Your throat was tight, your body trembling against your will. There was nothing to fear. Just you. Just him. You gently clutched the sleeve of his shirt, like an anchor. You had come a long way. You let Joel hold you sometimes. And today, that was already a lot. You didn’t need to go faster. - We’ll stop here for today. His hand withdrew gently, without haste. Then he opened his arms slowly, a silent invitation. He wouldn’t come to get you. He waited for you to come to him.

- You’re such an old man… You murmured, barely a breath. You came to take refuge in his arms. They wrapped around you with infinite tenderness. Your face naturally found its place against his chest, and you let your breath calm, lulled by the steady beating of his heart. - Yeah, I know… but you love me like that. His hand moved down your back, slowly. Listening. Ready to stop at the slightest sign. You said nothing. So he continued, gently rubbing, up and down, a reassuring, steady pressure. - It’s okay… you’re safe here.

What happened between you two? How did you meet? Well, in a rather… violent way. You had been living in Jackson for a few years already. You did your part, like everyone else. You helped where you could, within the community, and you sat on the council alongside Maria and Tommy. It was a simple daily life, paced by the needs of others, and it suited you.

Every Friday night, Jackson held a party. A moment to release pressure, to laugh, to pretend the world was less harsh than it really was. But those moments never appealed to you. Too many people. Too much noise. Too many fake smiles. So that night, as usual, you were at the stables, finishing up with the horses.

You weren’t alone. Henry was there. Your friend. Your partner. The one you went on patrols with, the one you trusted. But that night, something was off about him. He was different. His insistence was no longer kind. He wanted you to come to the party with him, and you kept refusing. Again. And again. But he wouldn’t hear your no.

Bit by bit, he had cornered you in a part of the stable. And then his hands… Hands that should never have touched you like that. Your breath caught. Your heart raced. It was like your body was closing in on itself. A raw, ancient panic and suddenly, you weren’t there anymore. Your body acted on its own.

Your fist flew. Then another. And another. You had pinned him to the ground. You hit him. Again. Again. You didn’t even see him anymore — he wasn’t him, he was what he represented. A line crossed. A fear awakened. You weren’t yourself anymore.

And then… a hand grabbed your wrist. Firm, but not harsh. A voice, calm, deep, steady, broke through the frenzy. - I think he got the message, Y/N. It was Joel.

Everything was a blur. Your breathing was ragged, your hands were shaking, covered in blood. You were crying, unable to speak. You had no bearings left. Nothing. Just that hand still holding you. Not to stop you. To keep you from falling. He helped you up, slowly, gently, he didn’t ask a single question, he understood, he saw. - Come on. The others will take care of Henry. Let’s go clean this up. Not a word too many. No unnecessary talk. Just his presence. Calm. Steady. He didn’t judge you. He didn’t turn away. He gently brought you back to yourself that night.

And somehow… that night was where it all began between you.

Joel had taken you to the infirmary. Luckily for you, everyone was still at the party. The place was deserted, empty. Just the two of you, surrounded by silence. No looks, no whispers, no questions. Nothing but the irregular beats of your heart, the sound of his footsteps, and the dim light casting your shadows.

You hadn’t looked at him. You couldn’t. Shame clung to your skin like a heavy veil, keeping you from breathing, from speaking, from moving. So you let him do what he needed to do. Not out of submission, but surrender. As if your body recognized something in Joel.

He took his time. He didn’t speak right away. He just pulled out the bandages, gently, almost with modesty. Then his fingers — rough, calloused hands from a life too heavy — came to meet yours. He wrapped the bandages around your bloodied knuckles, without rushing, without pressing. - I don’t think Henry will try anything like that again. His voice was deep, a bit awkward. A trembling attempt at humor to lighten the mood. He wasn’t good at that sort of thing. But he tried.

And that was already a lot. His fingers brushed your skin. Slowly. Carefully. And for the first time that night, your breathing no longer hurt. You finally looked up. Your eyes were red, swollen from tears, fear, rage… But in Joel’s gaze, there was nothing but a tired peace. A raw calm, with no expectations. You let him finish. In silence and when he was done, you pulled your hands back. Quickly, too quickly. - Th… Thank you? Your voice was broken, nearly absent. But you spoke.

He nodded gently, stood up to put away the bandages, cleaned up the rest, still silent, as if everything that needed to be said had already been said. Joel. I’m Tommy’s older brother. We’ve crossed paths… but we’ve never talked. He didn’t force a response. He just placed that there, like a smooth stone by the side of a path. Then, he moved toward the door. I’ll leave you be. If you need anything, I’ll be at the party. Tommy needs me there. But… I don’t think you really need anyone tonight. He gave you one last look. Not insistent, not intrusive, just present. - Rest well. And he left, without a sound, just as he had come, but you knew, without knowing why, that he wasn’t far.

And that brings you here. Months have passed since that night. Since the infirmary. Since that moment when, without knowing it yet, something had begun. Little by little, you had opened up to Joel. Not all at once. Not in a grand act of trust. No. But in fragments. A word, a memory, a glance a bit longer than the others. And Joel, too, had opened up. Slowly, cautiously. Like a door you thought had been locked forever.

You had given each other something. A nameless space.

Something fragile. Real. Something that asked for nothing. There weren’t many words between you. But the silences were full. Full of understanding, respect, attention.

And above all, there were the hands. That’s where it had all started, after all. Your hands spoke for you, when your voices couldn’t. A brush on the shoulder to say I’m here. A fleeting touch on the fingers to say I understand. Simple, everyday gestures, almost invisible to others, but for you, they said everything.

You weren’t ready to give him everything. And he never asked for it. So he suggested those little exercises, morning and evening. Moments to ground yourself. To breathe. To reclaim your body where it had once been broken.

He would simply ask: - May I? And you’d nod, or say no and it was always okay. When you said yes, he was there. Present. Patient. His hands brushed against yours, touched your arm, sometimes moved up to your shoulder. Nothing invasive. Nothing more than what you could accept.

And you did the same. You were there when he sat in silence for long minutes, lost in thought. You would come sit beside him, your knee grazing his. Sometimes, you gently took his hand and you stayed like that, together, in silence.

You never said I love you. It wasn’t necessary. What you were building had its own language. A language of hands, slow gestures, calm breaths, and meaningful silences.

And it was enough. For now.

~*.♪。★*・゜・＊♪*.♪。★*・゜・＊♪*.♪°~

If you want to be marked on my future stories, let me know in the comments. Thank you again for reading ! 😊

[skimmingmilk]

Hi! I was wondering if you maybe had a wip of an upcoming chapter/story you plan on sharing in the future? :0 I love all your work and am excited to see what you have coming up!

Thank you so much! I absolutely have a lot of wips I'd be happy to share, I know it's been a minute since I've been able to upload something to AO3. I've been plugging away at "When the World Breaks" for the past several weeks and it's been pretty slow going :') I've had a lot more going on in the beginning of the year than I expected, so that's derailed writing quite a bit, but progress is still being made! So I'll share a little of Shamar's chapter as a sneak peek since it's been so long in the making <3

“Hey, guys! Long time no see.” Sonic flashed them a grin as two of his friends rushed over to him. “I see ya got a head start without me!”

“We wanted to let you sleep in a bit!” Chip chirped, flying in excited, dizzying circles around Sonic’s head.

“So we thought we’d take Tails’s medal tracker out for a spin and see if we could speed the process along for you,” Amy added.

Sonic’s eyes dropped to the abaya draped over her arm. “Oh, yeah. I can see that,” he snickered.

Rolling her eyes with a “tch,” Amy placed one hand on her hip. “There was a medal in the market, you know. And Tails can confirm it, too. Right, Tails?” She looked to the two-tailed fox as he finally made his way over to them, eyes still glued to his tablet.

“Yeah. But the shopping was definitely a detour.”

“Besides, we’re already ahead of schedule!” Amy waved off, ignoring Tails entirely and prompting him to finally glance up at her with a bland look. “Professor Pickle and I already figured out the next temple is in Adabat before we left. After that, there’s just one more to go!”

“Adabat, huh?” Tails hummed, punching in generic coordinates in the Miles Electric. “Not exactly next door…”

“But not on the other side of the world, either!” Sonic held up a finger. “All things considered, Adabat’s not a bad stop.”

“So, since we wanted to let you get some more rest, Professor Pickle encouraged us to do some sightseeing.”

“He said we could take in some of the sights while searching for the medals. With the emphasis being on the medals and not, you know…” Tails gestured wordlessly to the market around them.

“Okay, fine. You’ve made your point,” Amy sighed. “I still think we should get some kind of refreshment before we keep looking. It’s easy to get dehydrated in heat like this!”

“Refreshments! Yeah!” Chip did a flip in the air, then flopped atop Sonic’s head. “Please, Sonic, I’m so thirsty. It’s so dry.”

Sonic laughed. “Sounds like a plan to me. Let’s get you something to drink—”

“And eat!”

“And eat,” Sonic tacked on, shaking his head fondly. 

“Perfect!” Amy clapped her hands together. “Let’s all get something to eat at a cute little cafe, then you three can go searching for more sun and moon medals while I finish up shopping! I want to pick up a little something for Cream and Vanilla while we’re here. I missed out on souvenirs while we were in Spagonia.”

Tails tucked his tablet under his arm. “I’ll meet up with you guys later. I only got to test my tracker for a little bit in Holoska, so I need more data to make sure its readings are accurate. And I want to see how much we can shave off the time we spend looking for them. The faster, the better, right?”

Sonic leaned his elbow against the top of Tails’s head. “Can’t argue that!”

Amy sighed. “You really are cut from the same cloth, aren’t you?”

“The coolest cloth around.” Sonic winked, then nudged Tails. “But how ‘bout we grab something to take with us on the go? Then we can get right back to our medal mission and that big brain of yours won’t get too dehydrated before the day’s out.”

The look Tails cast him was none too impressed, but he simply released a heavy sigh and pushed Sonic’s elbow out of his personal space. “Fine. As long as it’s a quick stop. We’ve only got so much daylight before we’re slowed down by the Dark Gaia creatures.”

“‘As long as it’s quick.’ Do you know who I am?” Sonic teased.

[taintandviolent]

Exciting Emotions; Oz Cobb x Reader

summary: Reader gets jealous when she sees how much Ozzy likes Rita Hayworth... but uses that jealousy to come up with a little surprise for him.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.4K | female reader, no smut, established relationship, petting, mentions of arousal, and promises of sex later on.

a/n: short n' sweet! requested by an anonymous (thank you)! this was so much fun to write, as is everything to do with Oz, honestly. if you've seen/know Gilda, a couple things will make sense to you - but it's not required to enjoy the story!! not beta-read. banners by @/strangergraphics and @/adornedwithtwilight!

Who ever said that you couldn't use your own fiery jealousy to your advantage?

You'd seen the way that Oz's dark eyes lit up, widened even, at the sight of Rita Hayworth. You'd seen it and you felt the tight pangs of jealousy grip your stomach. He said it was one of his mother's favorite films, and it was nostalgic for him. That may have been true, but you suspected there was another layer beneath that claim. He shifted forward in his seat, captivated by the way she sung and danced across the screen, oozing a dark, feminine sort of elegance that you could only dream of.

The next time Oz was out working, you took it upon yourself to make that dream a reality. It took you all of an hour to locate a full-service salon that specialized in vintage and pinup styles, and you booked the last appointment they had available. You spent the day riding the subway, from thrift store to thrift store, until you'd procured a perfect outfit; all black, strapless, and the way it hugged your curves was to die for. To top it off, it was vintage, not a replication. The lady who had helped you assured you that it was, and then curtly explained that it was expensive. You, despite your current attire, were on the receiving end of of Oz's constant spoiling and assured her that money was no object. A pair of silken nylons and a black pumps finished off the look.

So, bag in hand, you caught the train again, this time, downtown. Three stops and a short walk later, you arrived at the salon. The stylist, who introduced herself as Tiffany, wasted no time in sourcing your inspiration, which you explained was Gilda. You both decide on big, voluminous waves and she quickly got to work.

Mid-appointment, your phone buzzes, tickling your palm. You blink, and look at the time, biting your lip. He was home early.

The message reads: You okay doll?

Careful not to disrupt Tiffany as she continues to clip your waves in place, you lift the phone and type out a quick response.

Everything's fine. Just went out to do a little shopping and stuff.

Love hearing that baby. You want me to pick you up?

You mull over that option, swiping your tongue along the smooth front of your bottom teeth. You'd originally planned on beating him home, and surprising him, but this might be just as good.

Tiffany chimes in, obviously having read your texts over your shoulder. It doesn't bother you - quite the opposite. You appreciate that you don't have to awkwardly ask her when she'll be finished. "We'll be done in an hour or so. Your hair is just about done... we just need to do your makeup and you'll be set."

You smile at her in the mirror, and hurriedly tell Oz the details.

The time goes faster than you can predict. Before you know it, Tiffany is unsnapping the beauty cape, and as she spins you around to look at yourself in the mirror, a gasp leaves your lips.

You scan over your appearance slowly, taking in each detail. Frankly, you haven't felt this beautiful in a long time. With your hair in perfect waves, your brows high and arched, lips a perfect shade of crimson, and then… jeans and a t-shirt, it looks staggeringly out of place.

"I look… perfect. Thank you so much," you say to the mirror. Tiffany is as delighted as you are and nods, wrapping the cape around her forearm. You get to your feet, and turn, looking towards your bag.

"Do you… do you mind if I change into a dress, here? My boyfriend is coming to pick me up and this whole thing is kind of a surprise for him…"

"Of course! Let me know if you need any help."

It turns out, you do. But Tiffany is there, ready to help you with that back zip. She gets a generous tip, and you make your way to the door.

Finally, with your old clothes in your shopping bag, you step down onto the sidewalk, and lean against the wall in a sultry pose. You're really milking the whole thing, but you know Oz is going to eat it up the second he sees you. A few minutes later, that plum-colored Maserati pulls up to the curb. As you push yourself off, the window rolls down, and you smirk, sauntering towards the car.

You hinge at the waist, and insert one long arm into the car; it's cool inside. Carefully resting your head on your shoulder, you look at the man in the driver seat — who looks like he's about to faint — with a smoldering gaze. Your lips twitch, a desperate attempt at trying to hide the amused snicker that is bubbling up from your throat.

"Say, you wouldn't mind giving a lady a ride would you?"

"Doll, I uh..." He swallows the lump in his throat. His eyes are locked on you, memorizing the visual in front of him. "I almost didn't recognize ya'."

You flash him a bright, red-lipped smile and duck out of the window, moving to open the door yourself. Before you can, Oz is getting out of the driver's seat and gently ushering you out of the way with a wide hand on the small of your back. He pulls the door open for you, gesturing for you to get inside with a sideways nod of his head.

"Such a gentleman," you say, and slide into the seat, careful to keep your modesty. Part of the charm was in the tease, you knew this. Oz pauses a a moment, just taking it all in as you click the seat belt into place.

He heaves a breath and shuts the door.

Once he's inside again, he throws the car into drive, and reaches over to you. Oz's big hand comes down atop your knee with a delicate reverence, like he's afraid the dream might disintegrate if he touches it.

"Shit," he breathes. "You look like a million bucks, sweetheart. More."

"I feel like a million bucks," you reply, toying gently with his fingers. They twitch against the satin of the dress and you smile. You look out the window, watching as the scenery flies past you. Oz is weaving in an out of traffic, clearly in a hurry. You tuck into your seat and turn to him, raising a perfectly defined brow.

"What's the rush, big boy?"

He shudders. You've never called him that. "Shit," he says. "I oughta' hate you for that."

Immediately, a line from the movie pops into your head. You wonder if he'll pick up on it, and decide to test your luck. "Hate is a very exciting emotion. Haven't you noticed?"

"I —" He stops, and disconnects his eyes from the road to give you a sideways glance. "This the part where you tell me that you hate me so much you think you're going to die from it?"

You smile again, satisfied, and reach over the center console. So maybe it was one of his favorite movies. Maybe it was.

"Just wait 'till I get you home, sweetheart."

"Yeah, Ozzy?"

"Yeah," he repeats, keeping his eyes on the road. There's a promise in his voice, one that excites you. Every time you're intimate with Oz, it's as thrilling as the first time because he's so… obsessed with you and your body, hard pressed to please you until you see stars on his bedroom ceiling. You expect this time to be no different.

Your eyes, laden with lust, fall to his crotch. There's a heavy outline in his slacks, and you know he's fighting to keep his attention on the driving. He'd never put you in danger though — precious cargo, he'd always say.

Your hand creeps forward to touch his hard-on, but Oz catches your wrist and brings it to his mouth, where he presses warm, open-mouthed kisses along the inside of it.

"Ah-ah. Ain't tryin' to get in an accident. The way you look… I gotta' focus on drivin', or we're gonna' get ourselves in trouble, huh?"

You pout, pushing your red bottom lip forward and batting your lashes at him.

Oz does, in fact, get you home without an accident. And once he does, he shows you exactly how he feels about your little surprise.

Very exciting.

[dp-oc-sharing]

Master Post

Welcome to Ghostly Trades!

A Danny Phantom OC art/lit trade with a twist!

This is a collaborative event where fans of Danny Phantom with ocs catered to the show come together to celebrate creativity, connection, and a little bit of secrecy. Here's how it works:

Sign-ups are open via DM until May 31st (afterwards, I'm not accepting any new people signing up).

Once you join (after the 31st), you'll be paired with two people: One whose identity you’ll know in which you’ll create art or a story featuring their Danny Phantom OC. One who’s a mystery in which they’ll create something based on your OC, but you won’t know who they are until they post what they've came up with!

The people you'll be paired up will be at complete random, via a name picker wheel. Once you're paired up with somebody, you can swing into their ask box (anonymously) and ask whatever questions you have about their oc that you can use to make the peice.

There isn't really a deadline to finish peices, but I would say try to get them finished by the end of June.

Once you finish the piece and post it, make sure to tag the creator of the oc (that's when you reveal you were paired up with them) and tag this blog so I can swoop in and reblog your creation.

And now, a couple rules, just to keep things in check:

No racism

No sexism

No homophobia

No complaining about the person you're paired with

No being rude to others

Just be a good human being

Have fun (cheesy, sure, but still)

With that, if you have any questions, feel free to ask me, weather that be in the comments of this post, private message, or even a ask in my inbox, that's up to you!

With that said, hope you have fun and goodluck!

Oh, and if you're into shipping, I suggest you look at this post;

Oh... and in case an odd number of people end up signing up...

And if you need to leave the event...

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Angel Baby

Idamae is a shy 23 year old girl who just finished college for the summer. She's planned to work for her mother all summer, until her Aunt Louise calls needing help running her motel down in Georgia. That's where she meets Joel. Tension builds and gentle touches and deep desires escalate, and someone must make the first move. She knows it's wrong, god he's double her age, but she just can't keep her eyes and mind off him, and he cant either. Who will give in first..... Word Count: 3.3k

You’re just to good to be true Can’t take my eyes off you You’d be like Heavan to touch I wanna hold you so much

Chapter 1

May 28th, the day I leave to spend the summer in Georgia with my aunt Louise. Louise just lost her husband Charles in a motorcycle accident, devastating really. Well except for the fact that he was a true and utter asshole. My aunts’ bruises and scars could prove that.

After the accident, Aunt Louise inherited all his money, and his motel that he ran just outside town. He used to tell the story how this motel was a piece of his family history, which is why he never updated anything. Which is probably why he never had as many customers as he could have. However, as soon as Louise got the keys she saw an opportunity, an opportunity to finally have something in her name. So, the used to be run down motel, has now got an upgrade dragging in more business, and because of this she needs help running it.

My mother asked me shy of two weeks ago if instead of working for her all summer, if I would be willing to go help Aunt Louise. This would have been fine, if It had been something I got to decide, but it was not. My mother’s way of “asking” is much more of a statement, and I mean realistically as long as I’m making money I can’t be to mad, my last year of college isn’t going to pay for itself.

So here I am, bags packed, my room empty, and the only sign I was ever here is the stickers still stuck to my wall that I must have put up when I was 12.

“Idamae, time to go Hun” mother shouts from downstairs, she’s my ride to the airport. Halifax to Georgia, not a short trip, at least not for me as someone who has only been on a plane one other time.

The way to the airport is full of my mother in near tears over me going away, as if I won’t be back for ten years, meanwhile its only three months. But I am her one and only, and with dad having left when I was seven, shell be alone in the house. But again, this was all her idea.

“Mom, I promise I will call you when I get there, and call you before bed, okay I promise” I give her a quick hug then rush to get to the security line, and from there my journey begins.

Once the plane lands, all I can think about is stretching my legs, and using the washroom, still being to scared to use the one on the plane. Once I get my luggage, I go down the escalatory searching for my aunt who should be waiting for me. sure enough there is Aunt Louise in a beautiful flowy yellow dress. She has always been the one to look put together no matter what, hair is always done, nails always perfect, she has that southern charm.

“oh Idamae! Look at what a beautiful young lady you have become” she squeezes me tight to her. Her scent being familiar, feels like home.

“its great to see you auntie” I mumble to her as she holds me in her arms, maybe a little to long.

She leans back, looking at my face, “what a doll!” she says smiling and grabs my other bag and begins walking “follow me this way, we’ve got quite the drive.” And that we do, I fall asleep an hour in.

I wake up to the slam of the driver door, I let my eyes adjust to the sun set beaming into the windshield of the truck.

Peering out my window I find a small yellow house, with a wrap around porch, and an American flag swaying in the subtle breeze, almost exactly as I remember it from the last time I visited, which was about 10 years ago. But aunt Louise has made it her own, daisies fill the front garden and rose pushes line the gravel drive.

Stepping out of the truck I hear my aunt open the trunk taking my bags and suitcases out.

“Love what you did with the place” I say turning to help her.

“Thank you, wanted to make it my own, you know after everything” she doesn’t have to specify what she means, I know she means because her shit husband died, finally allowing her freedom.

We step on the porch and it creeks under our feet, swing the front door open and the smell of fresh bread, and fresh flowers fills the air.

“I made fresh bread before picking you up, thought it would be nice to have with breakfast tomorrow” I thank her, and she tells me to get comfortable well she makes me tea and a snack. So, I wonder, through the living room, upstairs, find my room which is painted a light periwinkle blue, white sheer curtain, and bedding with small blue flowers.

Within the next few hours I have settled in, showered, put all my clothes in the dresser and closet. And after a delicious dinner curtesy of Aunt Louise, I find myself sitting on the porch, looking out.

This is my new life, well for the time being. So, I finish my tea and rush up to bed.

The next day we head to the motel, aunt says she tries to be there no later then 8 am every day, that way if anyone needs anything right as they wake shell be there. I can tell she prides herself in helping and being a good host. A quality I hope I pick up.

The day starts out slow, a few truckers checked out, some checked in. but for the most part, its slow. I sit in the office behind the desk, the radio on, windows open to allow a slight breeze in. But nothing, no one comes, no one goes. Well, that is until noon. Around noon about ten rooms become occupied, and after some slight chit chat with the customers I find its because on Saturdays a live band plays at the bar in the town about fifteen minutes away. And for people around here, that’s about as exciting as it gets. So, they all try to get as close as they can to town, which luckily for my aunt is her motel.

Rain or Shine Motel

It was once called Angel motel, that was before Charles died, my mom told me Louise always said it attracted the wrong thing, and she was probably right.

Around one, aunt peaks her head out from the back office where she is doing paperwork and paying bills for this place.

“you hungry” I’m glad she asked, because honestly, I have been thinking bout food the past hour and a half.

“I could eat” I shrug, not wanting to seem like my stomach wasn’t hurting from hunger.

“Well, I still have a lot to get done, there’s a lot Charles never did, which now is on me” she sighs, a crease forms between her brows.

“Hey, why don’t you take the truck into town, grab some food, maybe take a look around. Just be back before 5. Oh, and bring me back something to snack on” I nod and stand up grabbing her keys, she tells me the towns just down the road and she’s right.

It takes almost exactly fifteen minutes to get to town, the town everyone is so excited about specifically today.

Sweetwater Bend

Population probably no more then maybe 3 thousand, the town almost ends before it even begins. There are very few buildings, a grocery store, gas station, dinner, and a dive bar called Johnny's. A small town, but yet cars line the road, people walk by, and it warm, cozy.

I pull to the side, just out front the diner, people walk out with ice cream cones and laugh as they walk down the street.

The door chimes as I walk in, and I swear everyone is looking at me. Maybe they can just sense I’m not from around here, maybe they hate that I’m in their diner.

“Hey sugar, have a seat anywhere someone will come by in a sec” a sweet older woman says as she walks by carrying dirty plates, and heads back into the kitchen.

I give a simple nod and find a seat in the back corner.

The place is cute, red leather booths, black and white checkered floors, a jukebox in the corner playing a quiet hum of a song I’ve never heard.

“sorry about the wait, its our busiest day, what can I get for you. We got apple pie on special today” the older lady says pulling out a note pad from her apron, and a pen from behind her ear.

I curse to myself, why did I not at least think to look at the menu that’s right in the center of the table.

“Oh umm, maybe ill just get the pie for now” I stumble over my words, feeling nervous, feeling like a stranger.

“alright, anything to drink?” she eyes me, and I eye her, my cheeks getting warm, and she notices my hesitation.

“You aint from around here, are ya?” she asks and damn does that make my nerves even worse. 

“Hm that obvious?” I look down smiling.

“don’t worry about it sweet pea, how bout this, ill get you what’s a staple here, and save you the trouble of guessing, sound good?” You feel beyond grateful for the gesture.

So, there you are eating a burger, fries, and washing it down with coke in a glass bottle.

“You like?” the waiter leans on the booth smiling down at you. And you cannot lie, that’s probably one of the best burgers you’ve ever had.

“delicious seriously, like wow” she chuckles, grabbing your empty plate.

“so, where you from?” curiosity clearly piquing her interest.

“Oh I’m from Nova scotia, Halifax to be exact” I take a sip of my coke.

“what brings you down here then?” she asks tilting her head.

“My aunt, she owns the motel just outside this town, needed help running it. Here for the summer until it calms down” I take another swig of my coke before finishing it and taking out my wallet.

“How much?” I ask taking out some bills waiting for her response.

“On the house, first time guest special” she winks. She’s definitely a mother you think, and she reminds you of yours, the warm mannerisms.

“Ya know what, I’ve got a daughter bout your age, what are ya 23? Anyways, she’s just got back from college and is dying to have a friend to do stuff with. Why don’t you come to Johnny's tonight and ill interduce ya?” Oh, thank god, you think. She is seriously saving you the time of finding someone and having to make friends on your own. And plus, everyone’s bragging about this band performing, so might as well go see them.

“Okay ya sure, umm when should I be there?” she tells me nine thirty and walks off with a smile.

Maybe this little town won’t be as bad as I thought.

By the time I get back to the motel its four thirty, and the parking lot is packed.

“wow its really filled up” I state walking to find aunt on the phone at the front. She smiles and motions for me to come over to her.

She hangs up the phone and looks at you and asks how town was.

“small, not much to see. Did talk to a waiter at the diner though invited me to Johnny's wants me to meet her daughter” I snicker because its funny, I mean how bold of a mother to do, if that was my mom id be beyond embarrassed but as me, I am grateful.

“Oh wonderful! I would join you, but after this I think it will be my time to go have a bath and lay around” she’s right about that, she looks tired, and I don’t blame her, she doesn’t have cleaners, yet so she truly does everything. Of course, now hopefully I can help her, and make it a little easier.

As the sun sets, and its almost my time to head to Johnny's,  I rustle through my clothes, trying to figure out what to wear. I backed all my clothes and yet I feel like I have nothing, and I don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb.

I call Aunt Louise up to ask her, and she giggles. “Hun whatever you wear will be fine. But what about this?” she points at an off white loose dress I have laid out on the bed. I look at it, its cute and she would know more then mean when it comes to this place.

So that is what I wear, I pair it with some dark red cowboy boots, that my mother gave me, they were hers when she was around my age. My hairs down, and I’m wearing a gold cross necklace. I’m not religious but, my dad gave it to me before he ya know, decided being a father wasn’t for him.

Aunt  Louise lets me borrow her truck, and although its old, she reassures me that its safe and won’t break down while I’m driving especially not at night.

When I get to Johnny's its packed, people are dancing, the smell of whiskey and smoke is in the air. People are playing pool, some just people watching, while others are laughing with the person next to them.

God, do I feel out of place. The walls are lined with old signs, some license plates, and some LED signs. I take a deep breath and walk through the people, mumbling sorry and excuse me as I make my way to a table at the back. I want to keep an eye to see if I can spot that waiter.

Sure, enough in no time I spot her, and she spots me with that sweet smile, and drags her daughter of to me. Her daughter is beautiful I think to myself, she’s got southern charm that’s for sure, just like my aunt.

She extends her hand, “nice to meet you I’m Matilda” I shake her hand. “Idamae, its nice to meet you” she gives me a stiff smile and then her mom chimes in to say shell leave us to chit chat.

As soon as she’s out of sight, Matilda exhales a breath, “Thank god, sorry, but when I’m here I have to be so proper especially around my mom” she slouches in the seat next to me and I laugh.

“so, Idamae, what brings you to this nothing of a town? You lost? Or are you running from something?” she squints her eyes at me.

 I laugh.

“Actually, none of the above. My aunt owns Rain or Shine Motel just down the road, and she needed help this summer so I’m here helping her” she nods her head and looks out into the crowed eyeing everyone.

“wanna drink?” I’m happy she asked, because I must say my nerves are killer and the thought of a drink would be fantastic.

“Yes definitely” she smiles wide, but its almost mischievous.

“I know I’m twenty three, but my mom hates when I drink” she roles her eyes at that.

“So why don’t you grab us drinks and ill stay right here, surprise me, just get me what you want” I nod at that, and stand. Looking for the bar and find it on the other end, I wedge myself between two chairs, waiting for the bartender to serve me.

The chair to my right is occupied while the one to my left is empty, and while I contemplate sitting there, I change my mind as it looks to high and the last thing, I need is to struggle to get up. Its truly a curse being short.

Quickly enough the bartender comes over “what can I get ya” You say the first thing that comes to mind, the only thing you can remember you like back home.

“a martini” the bartender laughs at that, and so does the person next to me.

“Wrong place for that, gotta pick something else, and make it quick”

 I stumble in my head trying to think, but its as if I’ve never drank alcohol in my life and every name of everything is gone.

That’s when a deep voice speaks up beside me.

“Just give her a corona dale”

 I quickly say make it two and look over to the man next to me.

“Thanks for that, my brain completely blanked” he smiles, a sweet, charming smile. And I know, I mean I can tell he’s much older than me, by at least 15 year, but he’s handsome like beyond handsome.

“My pleasure” he tips his glass to me and then faces forward again.

My eyes are fixed on the side of his face, his stubble, the mustache that sit perfectly on his upper lip, and his brown eyes.

“Anyone tell you staring is rude? Or they don’t teach you that in the big city?” he says and doesn’t turn to me at all.

I’m caught and embarrassed, but thankfully the bartender comes back with two coronas, I place cash on the table and turn to walk away but before I go, I mumble a quiet “sorry about that” to mystery man next to me.

When I get back to the table, Matilda is on her phone, or trying to at least, but it seems that the signal sucks.

“Ugh can you believe this, you’d think they’d have found out how to get better service over here” she’s funny, you can tell definitely not interested in being here in this town, probably not even this dive bar.

I hand her a corona and her eyes light up, “oh thank god” she says and grabs it taking a big gulp.

The next thirty minutes are her talking about her boyfriend back at college named Cole and how she misses him, and this and that.

My eye wonder as she goes on, and I know it’s rude, but I mean she’s been away from him for two days, that’s it, how badly can she miss him.

My eyes spot him. The man from before. Now leaned against the wall watching the band play, beer in one hand while his other one is in his pocket. I watch as he brings the beer to his lips, and then his eyes spot mine. And I swear I see him smirk.

I snap my eyes back to Matilda, acting as if I’ve been listening this whole time.

“And the sex I mean the sex is incredible, I’m telling you he knows exactly what to do ya know, don’t you just love when they know and you don’t have to tell them or guide them” I nod along with her because she’s right, however that has never happened to me, I’ve always had to tell guys how to help me finish. She must see it, the hesitant nod in my face because she squeaks out a “Oh my god!” she leans close.

“has a guy never made you finish?” my cheeks redden, and I dart my eyes away.

“Ugh that is so fucked up I am so-“ she’s cut off by a deep voice from behind me, so close I can feel the heat from their body.

“What’s fucked up M?” I snap my head to see who it is and its him.

“Uncle Joel! I didn’t know you were back” Matilda jumps up from her seat and rushes over to give him a hug.

“Only back for the summer, until my house is done” his eyes flick to me.

“oh, sorry this is Idamae” He gives you a smirk and nod.

“Well, I don’t want to interrupt this girls night, ill see you soon M, and I’m sure ill be seeing you around Idamae” he winks and walks away and out of the bar.

And there they are, the butterflies in my stomach.

The next day is Sunday, and Louise wakes me up early to go to Sunday church. Something I have never done, but she insists it will be a way for me to make friends. So, I get up and put on my boots, and a white flowy dress.

Aunt Louise of course looks spectacular, hair done, make up done and a beautiful dress.

The church is small, and there is no AC, and truly it sits in the middle of what feels like nowhere. But yet everyone’s here backed into the benches and listening to who I have just found out is Father Connor.

I could lie and say I was listening and taking in every word, but I’m not. I’m thinking about how its hot, and how I can feel sweat begin to bead on my forehead.

I turn to my aunt and excuse myself; I need to get out before I pass out.

On my way out I spot Matilda’s uncle Joel, right by the door, leaning against the wall, looking just as uninterested as I did. We make eye contact but I divert my eyes right away and push the door open leaving the church.

The fresh air hits my face, and the light breeze pushes my hair past my shoulder. And suddenly I hear footsteps from behind me.

“Sneaking away already?”

There's that voice, the one from the bar.

Joel.

I turn to face him, “Maybe, I don’t know how you all do it, it’s a sauna in there” my face is hot, and I cant tell if its from him, or the heat.

“a yes, that it is” he walks past me down the front steps and pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his flannel pocket. Places it between his lips and lights it, then turns back to me.

“You coming?” I look at him confused but follow anyways.

He leads me just around the corner, to a old red ford truck.

He turns and leans against the driver’s door smoking his cigarette, and I swear this feels like a more holy experience then sitting in the church just feet away.

“So, you gonna tell me where you’re from?” he asks, licking his lips and takes another puff.

“Oh, umm I’m from Nova Scotia, just helping my aunt for the summer” I rock back on my heels, my arms crossed, looking everywhere but him.

“I see, so you enjoying yourself?” my face turns to him, “What?”

He laughs, oh Christ that laugh.

“I mean are you enjoying being down here” I blush looking down.

“Its okay, have only been here for 2 days” he hums at that.

I keep looking around, trying to pretend the silence, and his eyes on me aren’t burning my skin, more then the sun.

I hear his feet move against the gravel and look at him again.

“You aint a church girl, are ya?” I shake my head.

“What about you?”

“No, but my brother invited me, so here I am” I nod my head.

“Ya know you’re a shy little thing, more shy then when you were checking me out last night.”

My head snaps to look at him, arms uncrossing as he smiling at me his arms still crossed.

“I was not checking you out, I was just I mean I was just thinking” I stumble over my words. God could I be anymore stupid.

“Oh ya?” he pushes off from his truck, throws his cigarette on the ground and walks closer to me.

“And what is a girl like you thinking about when she looks at me?” I look up at him, through my eyelashes, and my mouth open a tad. Him this close I can smell his cologne, its nice, warm.

You. How badly I want to feel your big hands on me.

But I can’t say that.

I swallow hard, “Oh ya know, just I don’t know probably about the weather?”

God if I could run myself over right now I would.

“The weather right” he smirks down at you. I hadn’t realized how tall he was until now.

I mean I’m only five foot two, so it doesn’t take much to be taller then me.

Joel turns to his truck opens the door then turns his head to me “see you around little dove” he winks hoping in his truck, and ignites the engine, and drives away.

Almost on que people start exiting the church. Loud chatting starts.

“There you are I thought you disappeared” Aunt Louise says from behind me.

I turn around to face her,

 “Oh no sorry, just got to hot in there, and felt a little claustrophobic, sorry bout that”

She wraps an arm around me, “no worries sweet pea.”

Next, she introduces me to many of her friends, and father Connor, who says he is “pleased to have me join the church.”

Luckily twenty minutes in I hear Matilda.

“Oh Idamae! I didn’t know you’d be here!” She pulls me in for a hug as if we’ve known each other for ever.

“Wanna come back to mine for a bit? I could totally use some girl time” she roles her eyes and looks over to her mom, who’s with a bunch of young boys, who are play fighting. I assume they are her brothers.

“Okay ya, just let me let my aunt know”

Aunt Louise has no problem with me going, in fact she once again lets me take her truck. Hers is like Joels, just not as nice.

Matilda spends the 30 minute car ride back to her house telling me how she finally got a hold of Cole, and how they had phone sex.

I have to admire her boldness, I really do.

“oh, just turn here” I turn onto a dirt road, and I can barely see the end. But as I continue down it, her house comes into frame. Its a decent sized blue farmhouse, two floors, wrap around porch, and a beautiful garden growing what looks  like every vegetable you could think of.

I park the car and hop out with her.

“You mind if we go sit in the back? Don’t really wanna be around my little brothers right now” I just nod my head and follow her.

That is until I see a red truck parked on the side of her house, same one as earlier.

“Your uncle lives here?” she turns her head to peak at me but keeps walking.

“oh Joel? No he doesn’t he’s just been building us a shed the last few days, he’s only here for the summer, usually lives in Virginia but his house is getting a ton of new electrical and plumping so he’s staying at his old house down here” I just listen as I continue to follow her to the back, the sound of the radio playing.

As we turn the corner there, he is.

 Shirt off, carrying plywood to the end of the yard. Denim jeans hugging his hips, and tool belt sitting low on his hips. I watch as he places the wood against the fence and lifts his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“like what you see?” Matilda bumps my arm laughing and walks up the patio steps. She turns the radio down.

“Hey Joel” she says plopping down on the white lawn chair.

His eyes turn to us, “uh its you too” one side of his mouth turns up.

“Hope you don’t mind if we hangout back here for a bit, the boys are being extra crazy today, don’t think I wanna subject little ole’ Idamae to that” Matilda pulls out her phone texting Cole what looks like a bunch of hearts and kissy faces.

I walk around the table to take a seat next to her, facing Joel.

His eyes stay on mine, and he smirks at me, I could be seeing things, I mean I really could be, but I swear his eyes rack over my body. Just the thought makes me shift in my seat.

Who am I kidding, an older man, who looks like that, would want nothing to do with me, he could have someone more mature and his age, maybe even someone like my aunt. But then again I would have to see him all the time then, and well I wouldn’t find that to be fair.

He clears his throat, “Matilda why don’t you go grab some lemonade for my and your friend will ya?”

She peaks her eyes away from her phone,

“really?”

He gives her a knowing look and she sighs before standing up and swinging the back door open and entering.

I’m left alone with him and my own shaking hands, and beating heart. God just being near him, even if its 20 feet makes me nervous.

I’m so lost in my own head I don’t notice that he has taken a seat next to me, that is until his knee brushes mine, and my skin comes alive.

His legs are spread, and he’s leaned back, his arm over the back of my chair.

And now all that is heard is the soft sound of the radio, which is playing some 50s music. Fitting I think, I mean this whole area and town screams 50s.

“You okay little dove, look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Dove

There's that name again.

If anyone else had called me that I would have cringed, probably politely asked them too not. But from him, with his deep smooth voice, there is nothing id ever want to be called except that.

I clear my throat.

“Oh, ya I’m fine, just tired ya know had an early morning.” He nods and leans forward until his elbows are on the table, and he turns the radio up a bit.

And as if the radio could read my mind, it plays Can’t Take My Eyes Off You by Frankie Valli.

I smile looking down, and he must notice.

“What you know this song?”

“ya I do actually, most people do, I would think.”

He chuckles at that and leans back again, and I can feel his stare on the side of my cheek.

And then Matilda comes back out, lemonade in hand, and glass cups.

“Here ya both go” she says as she places the cups down and pours some into each.

He grabs his before mine, and takes a big gulp, and god I know I shouldn’t, but I watch. I watch how his adams apple moves as he swallows.

I shake my head quickly trying to snap myself out of it. And take a sip of the ice cold lemonade.

Matilda is back to sitting on her phone, giggling every once in a while, or smiling ear to ear, probably because of Cole.

Joel on the other hand, stays in his seat, arm on the back of my chair and looks out into the yard, while holding his glass.

“Well ladies, it was nice, but the shed isn’t gonna build itself” and as he goes to get up his fingers slide across the back of my neck.

He had to of done that on purpose right? I mean I didn’t just imagine that right? Or maybe I’m officially getting heat stroke and about to die.

But he acts so normal, he doesn’t look back to me, nothing. So, I decide to call it, I need to go back and see Aunt Leslie anyways, promised id help her pull weeds from her yard.

I shoot up out of my seat,” ya it was nice Matilda, but I forgot I’m supposed to help my aunt with something. But umm feel free to stop by anytime. I’m sure ill see you around” before she can say anything I’ve already rounded the corner and made it back to the truck.

The problem is that when I try to start it, it won’t. I try to start it about 15 more times, that is until there is a knock at my window.

Thanks for reading. More to come soon!

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Ed Brubaker honestly has yet to let me down when it comes to writing comics. I can honestly say that this has made me cry more than any other comic. Now is that mostly because I'm a WinterWidow stan first and a person second? You can't prove anything.

Hawkeye (2012) by Matt Fraction

absolutely slaps next question

In all seriousness though, not only is David Aja's art absolutely gorgeous, but the story is extremely fun and compelling. I love Clint's relationships throughout it: his dynamic with Kate is always a delight, his relationship with Barney is frustrating and heart-breaking all rolled into one, the residents of his building that he builds relationships with, the brief appearances from Bobbi and Natasha... Fraction's Hawkeye is on another level, I love it so much.

Any Ms. Marvel or Champions run

I just really like Kamala Khan, and the Champions as a whole

Daredevil (2019) by Chip Zdarsky

Has possibly my favorite scene in all of comics (that I've read, anyway) and is overall just really well-written

Green Arrow (2016) by Benjamin Percy

It's not post-crisis, but it is a top 10 comic run to me. I'm horrendously biased, because it's set in Seattle and I love my city dearly, but like. It's really fun. Oliver Queen my beloved <3

Honorable mention to Birds of Prey (1999) by Gail Simone, I haven't finished it but I've greatly enjoyed everything I've read from it. Additional honorable mention to Batman & Robin: Year One (2024) by Mark Waid, it's still ongoing but I have thoroughly enjoyed it so far.

This got way longer than I meant for it to be, sorry, but I hope this helps someone, even if that someone isn't op.

im being indecisive about what i want to read next so!!! who wants to help me be even more indecisive?? comics fans rb this and tell me your favorite run :) and bonus points for if you tell me why it's your favorite!! it doesn't have to be GOOD per se - i just wanna know, what's the comic that rattles around in your head forever like a peanut in a tin can? for me it's superboy (1994) and triangle era superman <3

(im mostly a dc postcrisis reader, but hey! if you wanna tell me about something that isn't that era hell yeah! you get to talk about a fun comic anyway, and who knows? maybe you'll even convince some guy on the internet (me) to venture into other stuff too!)

[superkickme]

HEY HOW WE FEELING RIGHT NOW???

[egophiliac]

(breathing into a paper bag) FRALIO....

can't believe they gave us another guy. oh my god. so I guess Kelka is more, uhhh, more OOO then, and Fralio is Ankh? not that it matters too much, although they do seem to be doing something with the connected Riders so. who knows. anything goes! or if I may, anything gOOOes! god. of course they're the Ambition parallel. of course they are. oh my god.

fortunately there's nothing else they can throw at me right now that could possibly --

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[luminique]

Can we get big brother Lighter protecting little sister reader and keeping it secret how he's an Undefeated Champion to not worry her about what he had been doing

OH MY GOD ANON THIS WAS PRE-RELEASE AND SOMEHOW YOU PREDICTED THE FUTURE A LITTLE BIT ????

considering how lighter barely tells anyone about his plans, i believe that he’d do the same with his beloved little sister. he didn’t want her to be worried over him, even if he was bleeding away in some dingy corner of the ring.

he’d come back home with a new bruise, a new scar. but he still had that smile on his face, his calloused hands ruffling through your hair. he placed your favorite food on the table, something that you both could only eat every now and then.

as you both dig in, he’d constantly place more food on your plate. “you can only become as strong as me if you eat well,” his voice filled with pride as he watched you. he barely got a few bites in, believing that his empty stomach would go away as long as you were eating. he tried to keep the conversations between you two rather short, so as to not alarm you with how he was supporting the both of you.

if he wasn’t home for dinner, he’d try his best to be back before you’re asleep. he recalled the last time you stayed up waiting for him and he was only back in the early morning. seeing you asleep on the couch, probably watching the clock until your eyelids felt heavy. he carried you back to bed, your sleepy nonsensical scolding filled his ears. but he couldn’t forget how you called out his name as he was about to leave again for another match.

“will you be back for dinner?” you were as sweet as ever, only caring about his return.

“i’ll try to. don’t worry,” he reassured you, a gentle smile on his face as he pushed up his sunglasses.

your head perked up a little from the pillow, watching him turn his back towards you to face the door. “promise?”

“promise.” his voice faltered just a little, unnoticeable to you but he knew the truth. it hurts to have to lie to you about it, he wished he worked an honest job.

another opponent, another 0 added to the end of his earnings, another bruise, just another day. it was difficult to keep living like this, bad thoughts infiltrating his mind. as he slumped over the front door, he could hear you running up to the door, probably the soft jingling of his keys alerted you of his arrival. you opened the door, a wide smile on your face that was then replaced with horror upon seeing him.

there was blood running down the side of his face, an injury that he ignored in order to get back home in time. that look, that expression, the way you moved back a couple of steps as if you had just seen an ethereal. that was what made him realize that he should care for himself more too. seeing your fear shattered him more than he could imagine. he had already lost so much, he couldn’t bear to lose you all because of his own recklessness.

he walked up to you, removing his shades before falling to his knees. he rarely showed this side to you. his arms reached out for you, hugging you close to him. he didn’t want you to see this side of him. how weak he truly was, how much of a scaredy cat he was, how he had been lying to you this whole time to keep you happy. your hands ruffled through his dark teal hair, just like how he did with yours. if being the undefeated champion meant that you’d look at him like he was monster, then was he any different to one? apologies came out of him, tears welled up in his eyes.

after a moment of silence, you finally spoke up. “promise me, that you’ll be home safe tomorrow.” just tomorrow? that seems possible, he just had to win his next match cleanly.

“promise. i’ll be back here safely,” his voice was still shaky from the tears. he tried to muster up as much courage as he could but this time he couldn’t lie to you. he’ll try his best, to fulfill this promise he had made with you. even if it’s just tomorrow, he knows you want him to return in one piece every day but you both know that he can’t promise that. so you decide to take it one day at a time, one tomorrow after another. a new promise everyday, kept between the both of you.

[ruukachoo]

Okay so I need to talk about corru.observer

So I'm just sitting here, minding my own business, poking around on the social media sphere when I see a repost of a post talking about a browser game called corru.observer . "Huh," I say to myself, "a browser game about rummaging through an alien biocomputer? Well, I do like my weird fiction, and a biocomputer sounds intreresting. I'll take a look. It's a browser game, in my experience those are typically pretty short, I can give it a looksee and then get on with my life. How long could it take?"

That, my friends, is what we call hubris.

A week and change later I've binged through everything I possibly can (with the exception of the optional hard archive vein section because I'm terrible at the video games especially when they activate hard mode I still haven't dealt with the hard sections in Deltarune ugh why must they put more plot behind hard sections). I have been left staring at the ceiling muttering about mindcores and thoughtforms and weeping over characters. I've talked Eien's ear off puzzling through the story and my brain is still running several cycles repeatedly trying to suss things out.

What I'm trying to say is this game is GOOD and it's gripped my brain HARD.

Unfortunately I learned that it wasn't finished yet well after I had passed the point of no return (this has been happening to me a lot this year with other media, I can't say I'm fond of this trend--I never did like cliffhangers) so I'm left waiting for the next part to come out and in the meantime I have to get out how amazing this game is and maybe convince some other folks to play it because I need to yell more and theorize and there's only so much I can do on my own.

The non-spoilery review: IT'S GOOD GO PLAY IT.

But seriously, the premise basically boils down to: you're a contractor that's been hired to retrieve info from an alien biocomputer that's been recently salvaged from a wreck at the bottom of the ocean. And then it gets weird.

Actually, to quote a character from much later, this is probably the best tagline for the game: "It will probably only get stranger!"

Aesthetically, the game reminds me a little of Welcome to Night Vale. Writing and humor-wise, it reminds me a little of Undertale. There are some elements that remind me a little of Hatoful Boyfriend shut up it does make sense if you've played through it. It's a game full of nooks and crannies to explore and a whole bushel of questions and mysteries to solve. I realize in hindsight that it pings a lot of the things that also caused me to gravitate towards Steven Universe: compelling and complex characters, tons of mysteries big and small to chew on, and rock solid worldbuilding. I am seriously in love with the worldbuilding here - everything, right down to the reason you hear music and the appearance of the characters, has a reason, and part of the joy of the game for me is just figuring everything out. Media scores major points with me when it becomes apparent that the creators have Thought Through Things.

My only really negative thing to say is that while I love the immersive interface, I would have appreciated a little readme file or an annotation or something to indicate how to save the game. In internet years I'm older than the pyramids and I grew up on point-and-click adventure games where being able to save every five seconds is paramount, and I think I would've had a little less anxiety at the beginning if I knew how to save my progress in case Firefox borked or something (I think the answer is there's import/export file functions under data management I THINK that's what it is).

But yes, overall, really good, loved it, really wanting the next part to come out now.

OKAY NOW SOME OTHER THOUGHTS EXCUSE ME WHILE I DO A BIT OF SCREAMING.

NNNNGH THESE CHARACTERS I LOVE THEM. They are all so good. I love Cavik's eagerness and Tovik's determination, I love how Gakvu and Miltza manage to work together despite their differences, I love Kazki's gentleness and Bozko's protectiveness, I love how Idril is basically the answer to the question "What if Osaka from Azumanga Daioh was a dull engineer?". I think what makes it work so well is that you get a chance to spend some time with them, the Call Team in particular. You see them when times are good and when everything is falling apart. The visual novel format, where a lot of the narration is from Akizet's POV, works super well here. You get not only a chance to see what Akizet thinks of them based on what she knows about them, but you see how her thoughts and opinions of them change over the course of the story, particularly in relation to the collapse arc. It gives them an extra boost of life that I think might not have been possible from a more distant POV. They're allowed to be complex and deep.

And oh Akizet is a multidimensional delight. I love her fondness for orange juice. I love how she is doing her best. I love how she is anxious and overthinks things and it's clear that she is trying to do the right thing, even if there are some pretty clear signs that she isn't always making the best choice. I love how she has regrets and joys and stumbles. I love how she is more competent than she thinks she is. I love how she loves these people. Her scene with Bozko where he's spiraling and she hugs him because it's the only thing she can do is lodged in me, both for how relatable it is when wanting to help someone dealing with trauma and the only thing you can do is be there for them, and because oh Aki, you don't need to be a Tir, you just need to be a friend. You just need to be you.

I feel like the overarching theme of the game is "Everyone is doing the best they can with what they have." Right down to the partial translations of words from the mindspike and the fragmented state of the cyst, everything that happens is coming from a place of working with what you've got. That kinda makes the end of the collapse even more tragic, as it's being made abundantly clear that Akizet did not have all the pieces to deal with Vekoa. All she had was her previous knowledge of what she had seen, and all of that pointed to, in her mind, Vekoa attempting a deception. Although I wonder how much of that is based off of what she saw and what she believed. There's a TON of layers here still to uncover.

And there are SO MANY QUESTIONS. There's the big ones of course ("What happened to Akizet?" "What the heck is the deal with the meteorite anyway?" "What is Velzie hiding?" "Who sent the message to Akizet that set everything in motion?"), although there are some smaller ones that I keep chewing on.

What is Kazki's role in all of this? She was conspicuously absent from the collapse, and it made sense she wouldn't be present based on her role, but I keep wondering if there was more going on with her than is apparent. She had been regularly speaking with a human, but the details of that interaction haven't been made known, so is it possible she has more involvement than we currently know? The fact that Drowning, who holds some of Akizet's memories of Kazki and may look like how Kazki actually looks, is guarding some of the deeper parts of the cyst, suggests a greater role.

What is Velzie anyway? The obvious answer is some sort of thoughtform, but from what? Something I started thinking about recently after looking at some of the transcripts is how Tozik wanted Akizet to share the truth about the meteorite. We assume his message got out at the end, but did it? Is Velzie related to Tozik somehow? On the other hand there's evidence Cavik might have some connection as well. HM.

"OUR" DULL SHIP? WHO IS THIS "OUR"??

How much can Funfriend really be trusted? This one's gotten me into a LOT of knots. Funfriend is trying to repair the cyst and is again, doing the best it can with what it has, but the Council and Jokzi Ozo suggest that maybe it's not what the rest of the cyst wants. Honestly I was starting to get a bit of a Myst vibe, where it feels like we're getting two opposing viewpoints and we're eventually going to have to choose one of them (or perhaps a third as-of-yet-unknown third option). But getting back to Funfriend, it's repairing with what it has to work with and its own memories of Akizet and what happened, so how much of that can be trusted? Are we seeing what actually happened, or are we seeing what Funfriend wants us to see?

What IS that weird dark space in Jokzi Ozo with eyes that look an awful lot like Tovik's?

Will we ever get to have a drink with the orange juice effigy? I'M ASKING THE IMPORTANT QUESTIONS HERE.

Nngh, in the end all I can do is ponder for right now, but when the next part comes out I will be SO ready. And maybe by then I'll have figured out how to get through the archival vein. PLEASE BSTRD, I NEED MORE PLOT AND LORE. I'M NOT A GAMER, I JUST WANT THE STOOOOOORY!!!

[froggychair05]

It’s officially been a year since the first chapter of Sugarcoated.

Thank you so, so much to everyone who’s been supporting me—whether it’s by making art, listening to my insane ranting on Discord, liking and reblogging my posts, sending me asks, or even just reading the fic. I love and appreciate every single one of you, and I wouldn’t have made it this far without you guys. It means a lot that you’re so interested in my silly little idea.