#It'll be a while before I finish this but when I'm done I'm tempted to do a video inspired by the one I watched

[phosphophyi]

I've been working on a big project on and off for five months now and man. I'm so tempted to post it on my main YT channel even though it has literally nothing to do with Vocaloid.

Either way the project is ranking every single Pokemon based on what I think their sexuality is. I've already ranked every single Pokemon (that literally only took me one day) but I'm doing individual analyses (w varying degrees of seriousness) for every individual Pokemon and form. So I ended up ranking about 1,500 Pokemon once you include forms because I ranked every single Unown letter, every possible Alcremie form, etc.

I've also made a spreadsheet where I'm inputting this data along with other data (Gay% and Homophobic%, for example) so that I can have statistics to generate too. Tell people what type is the gayest, most homophobic, etc. Might throw gender in there too but I'm trying to finish one aspect at a time so I don't get overwhelmed. Working on the notes right now. Here's some highlights:

I bought a microphone just so that I can turn this into a long-form YT video when I'm finished. One day you will get to hear how horrifically flat my affect is. It's truly going to be a video by autistics, for autistics.

[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 10

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"Come in" Rowena said after someone knocked on the door.

"Hello."

"What are you doing here?"

"There is something we need to talk about. Alone. So if you have finished getting ready…"

"I can do this myself. Thank you."

"My lady. My prince" the maid that was helping Rowena said as she left the room.

"What happened? Why did you want to talk alone?" she asked Rúben.

"Oh, nothing. It was just an excuse because I wanted to be the first to see you tonight."

"What?"

"You look beautiful, Rowena."

"Thank you" she replied, feeling her cheeks get warm. "You don't look bad yourself."

"Thank you" he chuckled. "Though you are missing something."

"Am I?" Rowena said, looking at herself in the mirror. Anne and the Queen had helped her choose everything for the party, and she was quite happy with the final look.

"You are missing this" Rúben said, opening the box he was hiding behind his back.

"No" she gasped when she saw what was inside. "Rúben, are those…"

"Rubies" he smiled. "When we first went to the market and you said that the inside of the fruit looked like tiny rubies, I remembered a necklace my mother had and that she used to wear a lot when I was a kid. So I asked her if she still had it and if you could wear it tonight."

"Then that's why she insisted on me wearing red" Rowena chuckled.

"I guess" he shrugged. "Do you like it?"

"I love it, Rúben."

"May I?" he asked, getting it out of the box.

"Please" she said, turning around. The shiny stones felt cold against her skin, but the feeling didn't last long. When Rúben's fingers brushed against the back of her neck, she felt goosebumps go down her spine, the temperature of the room definitely going up a few degrees. The temperature of the room, or hers.

"There. Perfect" he said. 

"Thank you very much, Rúben."

"You're very welcome, wife. Shall we?" he asked while offering her his arm, that smile he seemed to save just for her on his face.

"Let's go."

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"Rúben, you can put me down now."

"Did your feet miraculously stop hurting?"

"No, they didn't. But we've almost made it to our room, I'll survive" Rowena said. She couldn't remember the last time she had danced as much as she had done that night. And she couldn't remember either the last time she had laughed, eaten and drunk like that. It had definitely been the best night she had had since she left her home.

"And I will also survive if I carry you to our door."

"With your big and strong arms" she giggled.

"My what?"

"That's what Anne calls them."

"And do you agree?"

"Only someone blind would think otherwise. Though if they got to touch them…" Rowena said, very tempted to do it herself. 

"We've made it."

"What?"

"We've made it to our room, wife. Do you mind opening the door?" 

"Oh, yes. Sorry. But wait!" she said once they were inside.

"What did you forget?"

"Nothing. But can I ask you something?"

"That smile on your face tells me it is something we shouldn't do."

"That's my I'm slightly tipsy smile" Rowena giggled.

"Another reason why I should ignore your request."

"As if you weren't tipsy yourself" she snorted.

"And that's another reason to add to the list."

"Just shut up and listen. This is something my dad used to do when he carried me to bed when I was a kid. He would throw me on it as if I was a potatos sack."

"He what?" Rúben laughed.

"He would swing me on his arms and say three, two, one… go!"

"Like this?" he smirked, following Rowena's instructions. "Three, two, one… go!"

"Rúben!" she laughed as she started flying before landing on the bed. 

"Now it is my turn."

"Are you mad?" Rowena laughed. "If you jump you will break the bed! I already heard it crack."

"I am not that heavy."

"The size of your muscles say otherwise."

"It'll be fine. Three, two, one… go!" Rúben said before jumping on the bed, a loud crack being heard when he landed.

"Oh, no… Rúben!" Rowena said while holding onto him, both of them rolling to the floor as half the bed broke down. 

"Are you alright?" he asked from under her.

"Yes, I'm fine. You?"

"All good" Rúben replied while putting a lock of hair behind Rowena's ear, those goosebumps from before the party coming back.

"You broke the bed."

"We broke the bed" he pointed out before both of them started laughing.

"What happened here?" Diogo asked as he walked into the room. "We heard a loud bang and… What are you two doing laughing on the floor?"

"Rúben broke the bed."

"We broke the bed, cupcake" he said, making them burst out laughing again.

"Diogo, what… Rowena!" Anne said when she saw them.

"Hello."

"What are you doing there? And what happened to your bed?"

"We… broke it" she shrugged before starting to laugh once again. They just couldn't stop.

"What is this scandal?" the Queen asked, joining Diogo and Anne. "Rúben!"

"Hello, mother."

"What… What happened?"

"They broke the bed" Diogo chuckled.

"They what?" 

"We broke the bed, mother. But it was an accident, I swear."

"Well… you kind of jumped on it like a crazy man" Rowena said.

"After you also jumped on it."

"I didn't jump. You threw me on it."

"You did what?" the Queen said.

"Why are all of you here?" the King asked. "And why are you two lying on the floor?"

"We…" Rúben tried to explain. But he couldn't. He only managed to start laughing with Rowena again.   

"Are they drunk?"

"It's some kind of drunk feeling, yes" Diogo smiled.

"I'm gonna tell the servants to get them another room ready" the Queen said as she left.

"And we should go to our room" Diogo said, taking Anne's hand and also leaving.

"Are you sure you are alright?" the King asked.

"We are alright, father. Go to bed."

"Alright, then…" he said before giving them a weird look and leaving them alone.

"I think we could sleep here" Rowena said, resting her head on Rúben's chest.

"You and lying on the floor" he chuckled while hugging her.

"Technically, I am not on the floor, you are. But…" she yawned.

"Don't fall asleep, Rowena."

"You have a very comfortable chest, Rúben."

"Rowena…"

"Good night, husband" she said, closing her eyes.

"If you fall asleep, I won't give you your present."

"A present?"

"Look how fast she woke up" Rúben laughed.

"Meh meh meh. What present?"

"I'll give it to you later when we are in our room. Our other room."

"Urgh" Rowena complained.

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"Goodnight my lady. My prince" the maid said before leaving their new room.

"Can I get my present now? Please" Rowena pouted.

"If you ask me like that…" Rúben chuckled. "Turn around and close your eyes?"

"What?"

"Just do as I say, Rowena. I promise it'll be worth it."

"It better be" she said, doing as he had asked.

"Alright" Rúben suddenly said behind her, his arms moving around her before she felt something cold on her chest. "You can open your eyes now."

"Rúben" she gasped when she saw the little stone. "Is this… is this a ruby?"

"It is" he replied, moving to be in front of her. "Do you like it?"

"I love it" Rowena said. "But why?"

"Why what?"

"Why the present?"

"Can't a husband get his wife a nice piece of jewelry?" he laughed.

"Of course he can. But we… We aren't a normal couple."

"We aren't, no. But you'll probably agree with me on the fact that lately we've been getting along quite nicely."

"We have, yes" she smiled, finally looking up from the necklace and meeting his eyes, getting lost in them for a moment. "Why the ruby, tho? Is it because of what I said about the fruit?"

"Among other things."

"What other things?" 

"Well, the colour red kind of represents us, don't you think? Both our countries' flags have red on them, and it also is an important colour for our families. For mine because of the fruit, and for yours because of poppies."

"That's actually true, yes" Rowena chuckled.

"But it also happens to be my birthstone."

"Your what?"

"When I asked my mother about the necklace and told her I wanted to gift you a jewel that you could wear daily if you wanted to, she said that the ruby was my birthstone. We all supposedly have one depending on when we were born."

"Oh, I didn't know that."

"Neither did I. But have you seen this bracelet she always wears? The one with tiny stones?"

"I've noticed it, yes. It is beautiful."

"Those are mine, my father's and Diogo's birthstones. She said that by wearing that bracelet she feels like we are always with her."

"That's lovely" Rowena said, touching her necklace.

"It is" Rúben smiled. "Do you like it, then?"

"I love it" she said, throwing herself at him and hugging him, definitely catching him by surprise.

"Are you still drunk?" he laughed.

"Oh, shut up and hug me."

"As you wish, my lady" he replied before wrapping his arms around her. They stayed like that for a while, just hugging, until Rúben moved his head and kissed Rowena's shoulder. It was the same thing he had done in her dream, but this time it was real.

"So" she said as she cleared her throat and took a step back, finally breaking their embrace. "I think it's time we go to sleep."

"Yes, of course" Rúben replied. "It's been a long night."

"The longest" Rowena said as she got in bed.

"Wait. No pillow wall tonight?"

"You've earned it."

"Does that mean I'm allowed to hug you while we sleep? What do they call it? I know it has a name."

"Spooning."

"Oh, yes, that. Can I do it? Have I also earned that?" he said as he moved closer.

"Don't tempt fate."

"Alright, fine" he chuckled. "Step by step."

"Step by step" Rowena repeated. 

Though at some point in the night she must have given in, and when she woke up the next morning, she was curled with her back against his chest, his arm around her. They were spooning. 

[jazzhandsmcleg]

tomorrow is my last day at my current job, which was only ever a three-year contracted position. I don't yet have anything else lined up to replace it, and it's not for lack of trying. in fact, I'm waiting to hear from one place to see if they want to interview me, and waiting to hear from another place who said they'd make a decision this week. but I don't know what's coming next. if not one of those two places -- and in fact even if it is the second place; it doesn't pay a whole lot and I have a shiny new car loan to pay off -- I'm going to have to go out and get a retail job or two while I wait for my professional prospects to improve. story of my generation, right?

I've done that before. I don't really want to do it again, but I'll do it if I have to and it'll be fine.

work the last few days have been odd. I've been trying to wrap up one last project, and the deadline of "Friday" has really put me in the zone. I blink and ninety minutes have gone by. blink again and it's lunch time. lunch today was odd, too. my boss ordered in pizza and a salad and all of us commandeered the lunchroom and shot the shit for almost an hour, aka almost twice as long as our government-mandated lunch breaks. I often get weird about eating with people and COVID is always more or less a concern, so I've never actually eaten with any of my coworkers before. they gave me a card, cleverly done up to look like a governmental record. even the people I've seldom interacted with, even the lady who I suspect doesn't really like me very much, added a nice thing or two to it.

tomorrow I'm taking a cake and some popcorn for everyone to eat, as a little reciprocal goodbye gift. if it weren't for that and for the project I have to finish tomorrow (and, well, for the eight hours of vacation pay transferred to cash I'd be giving up), I'd be tempted to just call out tomorrow and go out without any awkward goodbyes. but it'd be kind of rude to do that to my coworkers, who are a pretty good bunch of people. but I'm not ready to leave. but I've been ready to leave for at least a year and a half at this point. but I've known when I was going to be leaving, at the absolute latest, since the day I was hired.

you know a place after three years, you know? it matters in the way all things do after three years. it's weird to think, I will likely never see these people again. it's a bit of a relief. it's a bit sad. after three years, it's mostly just weird.

I'm so tired. I'm a little glad I evidently don't have anything lined up, because it means I get to take next week to "do nothing"...by which I mean I will clean and apply for retail jobs that I hope will hire me even though I haven't done customer service since 2019 and tackle some home projects I've been putting off and cook and. life goes on.

I'm so tired. I drove home today in an exhausted fugue, my mind stretched out and my back sore from craning over papers all day. I sat down to do my budget before I make the cake, and found myself dissatisfied with all my music. I made a new station on Pandora -- well, technically pianobar -- that spun off from The War on Drugs, and got Under the Pressure, eight and a half minutes of serious, dreamy guitar and solo tenor vocals, with a little brass on the side.

under the pressure indeed.

I opened up realtor.com instead of my budget spreadsheet and started looking at pictures of pretty houses in my area. they're all still out of my price range for the foreseeable future, and it's odd because today I can't even imagine myself living in any of those houses. all of my problems would just be there with me instead of here. is that realization maturity?

life sure does go on.

[thedawningofthehour]

Is there a schedule you have for writing and posting chapter? Do you write each scene as it happens in the story or the more important ones first? How do you plan whats 'enough' for a chapter, and when its ready to be posted?

I think you guys have way more confidence in me than you should, lol. My meter for whether the chapter is ready to be posted or not is 'will I die of embarrassment if I post this now?' And still half the time I throw it out, shut my laptop, and immediately take my sleep meds so I can be unconscious during the 'oh my god they hate me' period that follows every posting. No that doesn't go away with experience.

But for real, it's kind of on a case-by-case basis. Most chapters, once I'm done writing out the 'first' draft, (which isn't really the first because I'm editing from the moment it leaves my fingertips) then I estimate how much work it'll need before I feel okay posting it. It's usually 1-3 days. I'm not super happy with this method because it means that the last scene I write generally has a lot less editing done, oftentimes only having one round of editing and then the final read-over before I post it. (also, you really should leave the final read-over for another day, preferably two days from when you last looked at it. This goes for academic papers too, you will catch so much)

So at first I was just writing whatever I felt like writing that day. During doth, I generally had two or three chapters open and being worked on at all times. I would bounce around a lot, reorder stuff, think of stuff to add in. This worked because 1) I had a lot written out before even posting, all of the table scenes and I believe through chapter 7 of Leo's POV, and I kept writing while posting those so I stayed ahead for quite some time, and 2) I was writing a lot. Very fast. Now I'm mostly working on one chapter at a time, and maybe I'll have part of the next chapter started if it's something juicy. I liked it better the doth way, but now I feel very pressured (by myself-you guys have been great about it) to get the next chapter out and feel guilty for working ahead. I keep trying to work ahead but I'm just not writing that fast right now. Which isn't a bad sign or anything-that's just how my brain is, it either engages or it doesn't. If it does, I can write 4k words a day easy. And they are good words. Like, most of the table scenes were written like that, and they are mostly unchanged from when I first vomited them out. The biggest change is there was technically one extra table chapter, but there was no point in having it be its own thing so I cut it up and wove the snippets into...I think Table Scenes 3, 4, and 5? But that's really the only major change, besides some changes I made to Draxum in the second table scene because he was coming across even more rapey than he ends up.

I do try to remain in the general vicinity, though. I'll let myself work a few chapters ahead, but I've found that if I skip ahead to the best parts I sort of lose the drive to write the rest of it. Maybe it's not like that for other writers, but it is for me. So as tempting as it is to write out the reunion right now, I have to be content with playing it like a movie in my head when I'm supposed to be sleeping.

As for how I break things up-honestly, more on the 'feel' than anything. I can't even fully explain it sometimes; it's just a gut feeling.

For the most part, I operate on my golden question, which is What Do I Want Readers to Feel? What kind of tone do I want to set for the rest of this chapter? How do I want the readers to feel when they finish? When I edit, I try to look at it objectively and think how the scenes would make a reader feel and how those lead into each other. Sometimes it's meant to be jarring-like the contrast between Leo being emo and Galois living his best life, those are supposed to make you feel a bit of whiplash. Sometimes what Galois is doing in plot A is meant to feed into the emotions you feel with Leo in plot B. (though generally I don't consider either one of them the A or B plot-I guess plot G and L? doesn't have the same ring to it) Storytelling isn't so much telling a cohesive story as it is manipulating the readers into Feeling Something about it. Nostalgia Critic kind of summed it up with The Last Airbender movie. You can have a super interesting story with rich worldbuilding and and deep characters-and if you treat it like a Wikipedia recap, it's going to suck. Likewise, you can have a really dumb premise and get away with it if it's told in a fun way. People seek out stories that make them feel something. So if you're a writer yourself, your main goal is to make your audience feel your story. What feelings those are, that's up to you to decide.

[keefwho]

March 28 - 2024 Thursday

11:01pm

6/10

This morning I cleaned the center area of my desk and wiped everything down. I also cleaned the top of the microwave and hotplate real good. For breakfast I made a grilled cheese out of the loaf's end pieces and some bean soup. Already I had not planned for today to have a normal schedule. I worked on AE's avatar for about 45 minutes in call with one of BR's friends. Then I went down to the store for some water, coke, and drinks for the weekend. I briefly met the mechanic that works in the shop next door to the store and I was trying to make conversation with the cashier and my mom. The cashier is a girl about a year younger than me and mom told me she plays DnD in Seeley every Saturday and that she lives down here. I don't know about anyone else around my age in the area so that was interesting to find out. When I got back home I worked on the avatar for another hour before lunch. I got most of it done and am going to try to finish tomorrow. I also saw that BD was in VR so I hopped in to chat with her in desktop and we had a nice little conversation.

Lunch was stir fry using these green beans and red potatoes in garlic sauce. It was good but too much food, I was stuffed and had snacked on salt and vinegar chips an hour before. I also got a headache for some reason and blew off my work for the rest of the day. I spent my afternoon watching someone stream challenged in various Mario games while I let my body settle. At some point I took a desk nap with my eye resting on my wrist. Then I played some Stardew on the side and waited for TK to be free since we planned to hang out. When she was about to get in VR, I got on and found a very pleasant jigsaw puzzle world that lets you use custom images. BD also joined us and her guy friend and we did the puzzle in about 40 minutes. TK was talking about her trip to see her family the past week and then her friends joined. BD left to join others so I chatted with TK for a little before joining those other friends. Those people were interesting, it was a few furries chilling in a hot tub and it was a decent time. They were pretty welcoming and liked what I did to achieve my otter model. I felt very out of place though because everyone was part of a couple besides me, I was the only one sitting alone. I don't think it's something I would have cared about if it wasn't so visually obvious and downright comedic. GT joined and left pretty quick, he was high. I got off to eat dinner and get ready for bed.

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Today was about presence so I tried to catch myself when I was either thinking about the past or predicting the future. My go to method to disengage was to intently focus on whatever sounds I was currently hearing and that worked pretty well.

I was thinking about love again today and how like my friend, I also tend to question if I'm worthy of being loved or if I'll ever find what I'm looking for. It's easy to think the outlook isn't good. I've been close to dating but never really "dated" and I'm 27 years old. It feels downright pathetic sometimes. I feel like I've lagged behind and simply cannot fit with anyone anymore unless they've also lagged behind which must be extremely rare. I'm very tempted to push all these feelings down and resign myself to being single for the rest of my life again. But thats not what I want, I'd be miserable if I did that. Thats part of why I've BEEN miserable, denying how much I want to love and be loved. Another thing I've noticed is how no one has ever seemed to be as dedicated and obsessed with me as I have been with anyone. I dream about how good it'll feel someday for someone to be crazy about me for once. But then I think, what is there to be crazy about? At least right now, I'm a shell of a person. I can't blame anyone for not wanting to invest in that.

[synthetickitsune]

Kinktober prompt #13: Cockwarming | Leeteuk (SuJu) | 0.9k words ❧ Kinktober masterlist

You swirl the contents in the pot. It was a rare sight to see you in the kitchen. Not that you'd lack the experience or skill, but you were the worse cook among the two of you, so it was only natural that Jeongsu took responsibility for most of the cooking. Hence the roll of your eyes when he took a break from reading the script for his next MC role to check on you.

"See? Nothing's burned, the kitchen is clean, I have everything under control," you announce proudly as he wraps his arms around your waist from the back.

"I never doubted you," he smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, "And I appreciate you cooking. It's a great help." His lips trail down to your jaw, kissing along your jawline before dipping down to your neck.

"Hmm, I can tell," you hum, tilting your head to the side to give him better access. 

"But maybe you could leave the cooking for later. I'm getting lonely all by myself," he whispers into your ear before gently sucking on the skin right below it.

"You're so cute when you want something," you chuckle, turning off the stove and covering his hands with your palms.

"Want? Darling I need something," he says as he pulls you closer to him, and you finally feel what exactly got him so affectionate.

"That must be a very interesting script you're reading," you note, something between a yelp and a moan spilling from your lips when he bites the shell of your ear.

"Don't tease me. I just want you close for a while," he murmurs, pressing himself closer to you, his embrace tightening. It's a tempting offer, one you can't say no to. Especially not when his hands slip under your shirt, caressing up and down your sides and your stomach.

"Are you sure I'm not gonna be distracting?" you give in, turning your head slightly to kiss him.

"I'm almost done anyway," he reassures, nipping at your lips, "And if you'll be good and still for me, I can keep reading." 

You scoff, now understanding where this is going. You can't complain though, not with how fast you're getting worked up yourself.

"I need to get you ready," he smirks. You whine against his mouth again, fucking yourself on his fingers despite the uncomfortable stretch. You know it'll feel good soon enough and you really want his cock inside already. "And you call me impatient."

You try to give him a deadly glare, but it’s hard to tell whether you’ve succeeded, judging by his endeared smile. Never would you imagine that Jeongsu of all people would get so needy he wouldn’t even let you finish cooking lunch. Not that there was much left to do anyway. Besides, his lap is way more comfortable.

"Always so tight for me," he groans, and you know he’s not any better off than you. Just more patient. Sometimes it’s annoying how good his self-control is. On the plus side, he makes sure he’s not going to hurt you, fingering you slowly until you start moaning softly.

“Jeongsu, baby, I really need you,” you gasp when he starts scissoring his fingers inside you. He chuckles, avoiding your lips chasing after his until you pout at him. You moan into his mouth when he finally allows your lips to crash together. You fist your hands around his shirt, trying to ground yourself and pull him closer. 

“Did I make you this needy?” he whispers against your lips, humming happily when you nod, “Good, so good for me.”

You whimper when he pulls his fingers out of you, but you know he’ll give you what you really want soon as he pulls out his dick and strokes himself with the hand glistening with your juices. He laughs when he sees you position yourself right above him without any prompting from his side. Still he helps, guiding your hips as you sink onto him. Jeongsu watches in amusement as you moan and cuddle closer to him, staying still like he’s asked you before.

“Are you comfortable?” he asks, kissing your temple when you lay your head on his shoulder.

“Very,” you purr, pressing a gentle kiss to his neck.

“Will you manage to stay like this for a while?” he asks, a small smirk on his face when you let out a thoughtful noise. You hear a rustle of papers as he picks up the script again before wrapping his arms around you, probably planning on reading the text over your shoulder.

“I can’t promise anything, but this feels nice too,” you respond in the end. It’s been a while since you’ve been intimate, and simply being this close to him feels fulfilling in its own way. You feel quite happy, so nice and full, with the man you love holding you close.

“It does, doesn’t it?” he smiles as he leans his head against yours, “Just give me a few minutes and then I’m all yours. Although I wouldn’t mind staying like this forever.”

“Liar,” you chuckle, “I bet you’re gonna get impatient first.” He shakes his head, pecking your cheek.

“Just you wait, you’ll be squirming in my lap soon enough,” he teases before sighing again, “I missed this.”

“Me too,” you agree quietly, “You’re so warm.”

“You should feel yourself,” Jeongsu groans, stroking your back with his free hand, “Now shh, I’ll just read this script really quick. I want to enjoy you without distractions.”

You don’t remind him you are the distraction.

[arson-404]

Hello! @bubblyani inspired me to make this!

Truth | 01

Warnings: 18+, lime, blood, death, murder, suicide, depression

Fandom: Lucifer

Pronouns used for reader: she/her (reader is also AFAB)

Enjoy, loves. <3

"Please? It'll be so much fun!"

Your friend said, putting an emphasis on 'fun'.

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose. "Fine, but if either of us gets kidnapped at this club, it's not my fault."

"Oh my God, you're so dramatic."

"It's my talent. When are we going? I have work to do today." You asked, fumbling with a shirt that was on the floor of your bedroom.

"Does eleven o'clock work?"

You glanced over to the clock, reading the time.

7 PM.

You'd be done with work at around eight-thirty.

Thinking for a moment, you reluctantly agreed. "Okay. LUX, right?"

"Yay! Yeah, the owner's super hot. And so is one of the bartenders. Maya? Macie? Something with an 'a' and 'm'."

"Gosh, you thirst over everyone."

"You would, too, if you saw them! Which you will. Well, I don't know if the bartender will be there, but—"

You two talked a while, until you had to do your at-home work.

You liked working at home because you didn't really like going out to work for countless hours, but sometimes it was nice to let loose.

Like at this club you were going to go to, which you were kind of nervous about.

Your mind gave you flashbacks of one night when you just turned twenty-one and went to a club with your friends, Hørizon was the name.

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The sounds of booming music made it's way to your ears, your head pounding.

"Five shots of whiskey over here!"

"Um, I- I don't think I ca..." Too drunk, you couldn't even finish your sentence, as you wobbled a bit in your seat.

A minute later, a whiskey shot was in front of you — too drunk and tempted, you grabbed the small glass, gulping it down.

Delilah's friend, Tina, paid for the drinks.

The burning sensation in your throat didn't affect you much after the many shots you took before.

Your head turned to your best friend, Delilah, -which you had just met a few weeks ago at this time-, who was selecting the first contact in her phone to call, since she was a little too drunk to dial a number manually.

"Heeeeeyy, Fionaa, we're at a club." She slurred her words a bit, giggling. You could hear the faint voice from the phone.

"Oh my God, are you drunk?" Delilah only giggled in response, too drunk to make a coherent response. "Okay, I'm assuming you're at that one club you went to last week, right?" "Mmmhm!" "Are you with anyone else?" "Errr... like, my friends."

You could practically feel Delilah's friend pinch her nose. "How many?" "Uhhh... one... two... four..." She paused. "Fourth!" She said, giggling, adding a -th to the word she meant to say.

"Alright. You're lucky you're my... friend."

And then you blacked out, waking up at Delilah's apartment on the couch, others on the floor or sharing the couch with you.

You still remember that awful hangover you had afterwards.

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You chuckled at the memory, stretching a bit. After finishing an essay for your boss, revising and editing it, you glanced at the clock, checking the time.

8:51 PM.

It was definitely past 8:30, but you weren't going until eleven.

You had time to pick out your outfit, relax, and do some housework if you wanted to -which you didn't want to-.

Standing up, leaving the chair you'd been glued to for almost two hours, you sighed, making your way to the closet.

You rummaged through it, and after a little, you found an outfit you liked.

Humming, you put it on your bed, along with your extra wallet (which had less money than your normal wallet, so when you went to the club, you wouldn't lose a bunch of money from being robbed or losing it) and some water to put in Delilah's car to sober up after the club.

You checked your phone before putting it on your charger.

Footsteps padded against the floor as you made your way to the couch to watch some of your favorite show, 'The Good Doctor'.

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'Some' turned into almost three hours.

And now you had eleven minutes to get ready.

You rushed to the bathroom to do your makeup — not like anyone would see it, anyway. But you liked doing your makeup, not because you were insecure, but because you just liked trying new styles.

And you really liked eyeliner.

(Reference picture, I think it's Niki Nihachu, but I'm not sure.)

After you were done, you shoved the makeup into your container in the bathroom, hastily going to your room, fumbling with the clothing to put it on.

After about five minutes, you succeeded, and grabbed your phone from the charger, opening your messaging app up.

You

Hey, you ready?

Seen at 10:57 PM.

Lilah 💖

yep. i'm already headed there.

Seen at 10:57 PM.

You

Don't text while driving.

Seen at 10:57 PM.

And don't respond to this.

Seen at 10:58 PM.

You turned off your phone, putting it in your pocket, grabbing your stuff, your wallet shoved in your other pocket, two bottles of water in the other hand.

A few minutes later, your door opened to reveal your friend in a clubbing outfit, her curly black hair mostly laying on her right shoulder.

She had a see-through black top with another top under it, the same color.

Delilah had a black bag, the actual bag part laying on her right hip, the strap on her left shoulder.

She had a black skirt-shorts with a red and black plaid flannel tied around her waist.

The beautiful woman also had long, black, high heeled boots, going up to under her knees, but short enough to walk.

Her tattoos were slightly visible on the lower thighs.

(What I based her off of. Not sure who this is!)

"If I wasn't planning on making a move on that bartender — if she's there, I would try to date you, oh my God, you're gorgeous." Her lips formed a flirtatious, but platonic joke.

"Oh my gosh, you're definitely prettier, what the hell do you mean?" You smiled, winking.

"Alright, you've convinced me, I'm prettier." She said, shrugging her shoulders. You let out a playful pout, "Damn, I'm so broken."

"Whatever, you'll get over it. Let's go!" She smiled, tugging your arm, taking the water bottles and putting it in her bag so you could lock the door.

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Soon, you both arrived at the fancy, famous club called LUX.

Excitedly, your friend, Delilah, got in line with you, figuratively jumping up and down with joy.

"Oh my God, you'll love it here, Y/n. All of the men, women, and enbys are definitely gonna hit on you, bae."

"Assuming I'd be confident enough to let them approach me."

She rolled her eyes, chuckling.

You both got closer and closer to the doors of the provocative strip club, you both paid your halves when you finally approached the doors.

Stepping into the building, you both smiled. 'This time, I won't drink as much.' You promised yourself.

Oh, how promises break.

Immediately, Delilah went to the bar — partly for the drinks, but mostly because she saw a particular bartender.

Giggling at the absurdity of her actions, you went to a couch, not drunk enough to have confidence to talk to people or dance — not that most of them would remember, considering how many had drinks in their hands.

You fiddled with a silver ring you had bought about a month ago, which laid on your index finger.

"Why, hello! I've never seen you here before! I would remember a face like yours." A velvet voice was heard, oddly close to you.

'Wait, are they talking to me?'

You whipped your head up, mouth parted a little.

There stood a tall, dark haired man with dark eyes, a black suit with a slightly visible white shirt under it, black, shiny shoes on his feet.

You swallowed. "Hello..."

You should've gotten drunk beforehand.

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Hello, everyone! I have no clue how drinking or hangovers work, or strip clubs, since I'm 18, but I hope it's not too far off. 🖤

Sorry it took so long to get to Lucifer, it's more of an introduction to some characters in this chapter.

Also, Delilah is bisexual, and goes by she/they.

The reader is possibly bi-curious, it depends on your view of the reader. <33

Delilah may have a lil' crush on Maze and just thinks Lucifer is hot, haha

[hikari-writes]

『Haikyuu!!』

Fluff Headcanons

Pocky Day Special

↬ Playing pocky game with them

Pairing: Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji & Yaku Morisuke

Warning: Tiiny bit of swearing and tooth rotting fluff 🥺🥺

Genre: FLOOOOOOOOOF

Words: 2.6k

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A/N: i know im 2 days late,, but whatever, better late than never >:( and you bet i did research on the pocky flavours for this 😎😎 and yes, i may say this is pretty self indulgent since theyre all my husbandos but shuuussh 🙄🙄 this got longer as it progressed and idek why--- istg its not bc of favouritism or anything okay 😣😣

↬ Yamaguchi Tadashi

『Cookies & Cream flavoured Pocky』

➳ It wasn't such a bad idea to play around once in a while

➳ So you bought a pack of Cookies and Cream pocky to play with Yamaguchi

➳ He wasn't too big on the idea at first, since you two are just FRIENDS after all

➳ Not for long though 

➳ But you managed to convince him, saying that it'll be fun and stuff

➳ He reluctantly gave in eventually

➳ You gave him the advantage of biting his end first, and you scooted closer to bite yours 

➳ When I tell you you could feel the heat radiating from his face

➳ The both of you started the game after you counted to three

➳ You started off pretty slowly, then you sped up after noticing Yamaguchi's pace slowing down

➳ You were nearing the middle of the pocky, when all of a sudden Yamaguchi picked up the pace and reached the middle of the pocky

➳ But he didn't stop there

➳ Instead of moving away and claiming his victory, he continued biting until he reached your lips

➳ You were shocked, obviously, so you just sat there and stared at Yamaguchi's closed eyes as he continued to kiss you

➳ After what felt like an eternity, he finally pulled away and looked at you. As soon as he noticed you're a blushing mess, a small smirk formed on his face

➳ “Well, wasn't that fun?”

➳ Your blush darkened and you narrowed your eyes at him

➳ “You sly little….”

➳ “You should've expected that coming though~”

➳ “Well, you sped up all of a sudden!! How was I supposed to see that coming?!”

➳ You grabbed the pocky box and took another stick out

➳ “Let's do it again. I won't lose this time.”

➳ Let's just say that this went on for a pretty long time and at the end of the day, you decided it'd be best to just confess your feelings to him 

➳ (Which was also "coincidentally" the sole reason you wanted to play a pocky game with him)

↬ Akaashi Keiji

『Matcha flavoured Pocky』

➳ Unlike the matcha pocky, your first kiss with your boyfriend was, minty 

➳ You and Akaashi just started going out and one day, during a sleepover that was held at Bokuto's house, all of you decided to play pocky game since it was the 11th of November 

➳ Of course, as a new (and also the only) couple in the group, the both of you were targeted as the ones to play the game first 

➳ You felt a bit conflicted about this matter. Of course, it would be a dream come true to get to kiss Akaashi (who would even let that chance slip by) but you're also not sure if you wanted your first kiss to be because of a party game

➳ Akaashi noticed your reluctance and figured that you might not be ready to kiss him yet, since you two just started dating after all 

➳ (Not gonna lie, he was pretty dejected but he valued your feelings first and foremost like the gentleman he is so he won't force you if you don't want to.)

➳ “I'm sorry, but can we pass this one up? I don't think L/N is ready to--”

➳ “We'll do it!! I mean-- I'll do it! I'm totally okay with doing it!”

➳ You quickly interrupted Akaashi and grabbed the Matcha pocky box from the table before taking one pocky stick out

➳ “L-let's do this…”

➳ You bit one end of the pocky and moved closer to Akaashi to make it easier for him to bite his side of the end

➳ Kaori and Bokuto both whistled at your boldness which made you blush even harder. Akaashi sent a silent glare their way in an attempt to make them shut up, to which they did (but not without smirking and grinning like cats at the sight of you and Akaashi)

➳ The game started and you could feel everyone's stares digging a hole inside you

➳ The two of you started at a pretty slow pace, and it felt like the pocky was kilometres long given how long it took for you to reach the middle

➳ As the both of your faces started to get closer, your heart thumped louder and louder, making you worried that Akaashi would hear it

➳ You took a glance at his face, and just as you did, almost as if he noticed your glance, he looked back at you

➳ Seeing Akaashi's beautiful eyes staring back at yours in such close proximity made your brain stopped working for a moment and in a state of panic, you accidentally snapped the pocky in two and stumbled backwards 

➳ Akaashi blinked in confusion at the whole situation, which just made your brain short circuited and steams started to escape from your ears

➳ You became a stuttering mess and you couldn't sit back up until Akaashi held out a hand to help you

➳ As soon as you got to sit up straight again, you immediately buried your face in his chest and murmured “It's my lost….”.

➳ Akaashi finished biting the leftover pocky and held you closer to him

➳ “That was a good game,” he whispered back

➳ Everyone started to give you two lovebirds teasing grins and laughs 

➳ The game continued with you still buried in Akaashi's chest, with you occasionally giving curious glances to see exactly what was happening

➳ After some time, everyone started to get sleepy and decided that it was time to sleep

➳ After what just happened, you honestly didn't really feel like sleeping

➳ So instead you whispered Akaashi's name and gestured for him to come closer after you two were ready to lay down on the futon

➳ “What is it, L/N?”

➳ He came closer to you but was surprised when you suddenly pulled the collar of his shirt and tiptoed just enough to reach his face before planting a kiss on his lips

➳ The kiss smelled and tasted a bit like mint, since you two just brushed your teeth and all, but you honestly weren't complaining at all. It was refreshing 

➳ Right after you parted your lips, you tried to look at him straight in the eyes (keyword: tried) and explained your actions

➳ “S-sorry I suddenly snapped the pocky….it was an accident...well, kind of. Besides that, I wanted our first kiss to be special so uhm…”

➳ Akaashi understood your intention now and he couldn't help but to give a soft chuckle at your flustered self

➳ “W-what's so funny??”

➳ “Nothing, it's just…..you were too cute so…”

➳ You silently screamed at him and lightly punched his arm as he continued chuckling. The both of you were still careful so as to not make any noise and wake up the others though

➳ (Kind of useless though since they were just pretending to sleep and already witnessed your lovey-dovey couple moments)

↬ Yaku Morisuke

『Tsubu Tsubu Strawberry flavoured Heart Shaped Pocky』

➳ It all started with a stupid dare by Kuroo 

➳ Of course, how could you chicken out and refuse if that was the case?

➳ Apparently, Kuroo’s older sister bought too many boxes of pocky and gave him some. He thought of sharing them with the team and brought them to school

➳ After practice was done, however, he got a brilliant idea

➳ He distributed the boxes to everyone but when he got to you, he got a different way to give them

➳ “Here you go, Y/N. A heart shaped pocky, special just for you, the manager. Tsubu tsubu strawberry flavoured.”

➳ “Oh, I’ve seen this type of pocky on the internet before. They look so cute! But I didn’t manage to find them anywhere. Thanks--”

➳ Just as you were about to take the box from him, he retreated back his hand and held the box higher and out of reach from you 

➳ You looked at him with visible confusion, and he smirked down at you

➳ “Well, this is a special type of pocky you know? It feels like a waste to just give it to you like that.”

➳ “Didn’t you say that I got the special one because I’m the manager?”

➳ You’re starting to get annoyed at his attitude but you tried to cover it up with a forced smile

➳ “Still, this is the only heart shaped pocky I got from my sister…..Hmmm what should I do~?”

➳ You tried to grab the box from him, but he only held the box higher and on top of that, used his other hand to push your face away from him

➳ You finally ran out of patience and started to go full on feral mode at him

➳ “KUROO TETSUROU JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN POCKY!!”

➳ This is why no one messed with you regarding the subject of candies and sweets

➳ It was quite a scene, and Kai had to step in to ease the fight

➳ Kuroo finally lowered his arms and you took that as an opportunity to snatch the pocky box 

➳ But he used the same trick again and moved his arms away before you could reach it

➳ “I’ll give you the pocky, under one condition.”

➳ You looked at him with extreme irritation. His name’s going to be in your blacklist for sure now

➳ “What?” You said, rather begrudgingly.

➳ Kuroo smirked in victory. He turned away from you and faced the direction Yaku was in.

➳ “Yakkun! Come here for a sec!”

➳ Your heart literally jumped out of your chest at that moment. Kuroo’s planning something, and whatever it was, you’re not gonna like it

➳ “So here’s the thing. I’ll give you the pocky, but only after you complete a pocky game, with Yakkun. How’s that?”

➳ Your face turned dark red at his proposal. 

➳ “Are you crazy?! There’s no way I’ll do that!”

➳ You whisper yelled at him so as to not raise any suspicion from Yaku.

➳ “And why won’t you, hmm?”

➳ Seeing his teasing grin and narrowed eyes, you knew at that moment, that Kuroo knew of your crush on Yaku. 

➳ “W-what-- how do you--? Don’t tell me you knew?” 

➳ “Knew what? Are you hiding something perhaps?”

➳ You gritted your teeth in frustration. Oh, he knew alright. And he’s gonna pretend as if he doesn’t

➳ “Whatever, and why should I even do this?”

➳ “To get your desired special heart shaped tsubu tsubu strawberry flavoured pocky?”

➳ Phew that was a mouthful

➳ He swung the pocky box in front of you, tempting you even more

➳ Just as you were about to agree to play the game, a realization struck you

➳ “Ha! Nice try there, Kuroo. What makes you think Yaku would even want to play this game with me?”

➳ “Play what game?” 

➳ You literally jumped from your position in shock when Yaku’s voice suddenly came up behind you, earning a snicker from Kuroo

➳ “I dared Y/N to play a pocky game with you, and if they did, they’ll receive this special pocky as a prize.”

➳ You internally screamed and tried to keep yourself from murdering this rooster head but Yaku’s unexpected reaction made you forget about the murderous instinct for a moment

➳ “Oh, okay. Sure, let’s play it then.”

➳ “W-wait, are you really, REALLY sure you wanna play it with me??”

➳ “I don’t see anything wrong with that. Besides, you’ve helped us -me especially- a lot by being our manager already. Helping you with something this trivial is the least I can do.”

➳ You tried to hide the blush that was creeping up your face and Kuroo, noticing your heating face immediately nudged your arm while displaying a much wider grin than before

➳ You excused yourself for a moment and took out your phone before googling “Can you stay friends with someone you just kissed?” in the case of you two kissing after the pocky game

➳ “Well then, here you go. I’ll give you mine since I still have some more at home.”

➳ Yaku took the box of pocky from Kuroo after he fished it out from his bag and opened the packaging. He took one out and bit the end without the coating

➳ Noticing that Yaku's ready for the game, you put back your phone inside your uniform pocket. You gulped once and tried to calm your nerves as you moved closer to him to bite your side of the pocky

➳ When you scooted closer to him however, he didn’t notice your presence until you were directly in front of him and biting the pocky with a heavy blush on your face

➳ Yaku stared at you with his wide, brown eyes for a moment before snapping the pocky into two out of reflex and fell on his back

➳ All of the others stared in shock at Yaku who’s now on the floor, covering his face with one hand. It was pretty obvious that he was blushing, even if he tried to hide it. His reddening ears gave it all away

➳ “Yaku, what’s wrong?”

➳ Kai was the first to break the silence. You were still shocked at his overreaction so you were just standing there with the half broken piece of pocky still in your mouth

➳ “Wait--I-- I just--- Uhm--- I thought we were playing a pocky game???”

➳ You had probably never seen Yaku this flustered before in your entire life. It was certainly a sight to see, but it just made your blush grew darker on your face

➳ “And you were….Wait, don’t tell me, you don’t know how a pocky game works?”

➳ Kuroo guessed with a snap of his fingers, as if he just made a great discovery

➳ “Don’t each person just take a pocky for themselves and it’s a game where you compete on who can finish their pocky first?”

➳ Kuroo covered his mouth to prevent any laugh from escaping and your soul had probably left your body at this point. The second-hand embarrassment you were feeling was no joke

➳ Kuroo tried to explain the rules of the game to Yaku, which just ended up making the libero blush even harder than before

➳ “Who even invented this game….”

➳ He whispered underneath his breath after Kuroo’s explanation. He looked at you who were surrounded by the first years poking their fingers at your arms and asking, “Are they dead?” with a troubled sigh

➳ “Okay….let’s do this again.”

➳ He finally got up and took out another pocky stick. Your soul finally returned to your body when he was in front of you and holding out the pocky with his mouth 

➳ “It’s okay if you don’t want to do it, Yaku! I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or anything….”

➳ Yaku silenced you by grabbing both your shoulders firmly, but not so much with force, as if he’s treating a fragile thing

➳ “It’s okay. I really don’t mind if I’m playing this... with you.”

➳ You bit the other side of the pocky and tried to focus on eating without thinking too much on what he just said, which just ended up in a total failure by the way

➳ The both of you went on a steady pace but when you finally almost reached the middle of the pocky, you both simultaneously stopped and stared down awkwardly, trying to avoid eye contact with one another

➳ Many thoughts ran through the both of your heads, and all of it were more or less the same

➳ “What if I accidentally kissed him/them? He/they probably wouldn’t like that….”

➳ “He/they would probably even hate me if that happened…..”

➳ After several seconds had passed, you two finally decided to continue biting on the pocky. And simultaneously once again, might I add

➳ This just resulted in the both of your lips to brush against one another in the end, and you swore your heart just escaped from your chest when you felt the sensation of Yaku’s lips brushing against yours

➳ You and Yaku both moved and turned away from one another, too embarrassed to face the other

➳ “Well, you’ve cleared the dare, so here’s your prize.”

➳ Kuroo casually put the box of pocky on top of your head and left the gym to head back home, followed by the others, intentionally leaving you and Yaku alone in the gym

➳ Okay, maybe you can at least lift Kuroo’s name from your blacklist after this. After all, he did help you get closer to your crush…..kinda

[mammonprotectionsquad]

When you have a general idea and things take so many turns over and over again... xD

Anyway! Prepare for a lot of soft and a bit silly agency (not yet) couple moments 👀 (it's what's keeping me sane atm, if I'm being honest xDD with God 707 as special guest.

I really can't say enough just how much I love those oblivious idiots 😩��

Different partner

Vanderwood x Talia (agency oc)

"I don't like this...", Vanderwood grumbled. Arms crossed in front of his chest, while he was leaning against the doorframe of her bathroom.

Talia stopped shortly in her tracks, eyeliner in hand, to fix him with an amused expression.

"Don't like what? Them pairing me with someone else to go on that mission?"

Oh, and it was tempting to tease him. To ask if he was jealous. But at the same time she knew better than to push him. He had just started to really accept her as his long-term partner, while also slowly opening up to her. It was something she didn't want to potentially ruin.

So instead she opted for something else; reassurance.

"To be honest, I don't like it either. But they said we need a hacker there to get through the heavy firewall. I only have to pose as possible distraction and backup, if things should go wrong. Which I don't hope they will."

For a moment, there was silence. And even though she was focusing on finishing her makeup, she could feel him basically boring holes into her head with his stare.

"And it just had to be him..."

"Is that what's bothering you?", she couldn't help but chuckle, finally turning around to face him properly. "Come on. You said it yourself that 707 is one of the best. He also went through the same training we did."

On the way back into the bedroom, she made sure to brush her hand down his arm, as she squeezed past the agent. A small, soothing gesture she usually did, whenever she felt like he was upset about something.

But again, there was silence. Feeling like it stretched on for way longer than it actually did. Leaving her searching for something, anything, to say that could lighten the mood. Sadly, she drew a blank.

Partially because she knew why he was like that. She would also feel wary if it was the other way around. If it was him who got paired with someone else to go on a mission.

Not necessarily out of jealousy. But they've developed some sort of routine. Knew they could rely on each other, no matter how tricky a situation got. It was something she'd never experienced with someone else before.

At the same time, it was a job that needed to be done. None of them were in a position to decline a mission.

Letting out a quiet sigh, she slipped into a dark purple evening dress. Tight fitting at the top, but the skirt flaring out enough to easily cover up small knives on her thighs. Just in case.

Afterwards, she walked over to Vanderwood, who still had his back turned on her. It actually made her smile a little. He always did that. Waited until she gave him a sign that she got dressed. It was endearing, really.

So once she stood next to him, he finally turned around. And without Talia having to say anything, he brushed her brown curls over one shoulder. His touch feather light as he helped her zip up the dress.

"It'll be a quick one. Going in, letting Seven do the hacking and then going back home. There's not really much that could go wrong."

Of course there was always some sort of risk, but they'd both been through far more difficult things. This one would really be a walk in the park.

Though a look into his eyes told her he still wasn't all too convinced.

"Look, if it does make you feel better, you can stay here until I come back. Fridge is stocked, so make yourself at home."

Even though he nodded to that, his eyebrows still drew together, making her roll her eyes in mild annoyance.

"And yes. If anything should go wrong, you'll be the first one I call."

That seemed to finally ease some of the tension in his shoulders and while she headed to the door, Vanderwood followed closely, handing her her small purse.

"Just... Don't fuck up."

His statement actually made Talia smile, her heart even skipping a beat. Because she knew the actual meaning of those words. Please be careful.

"Come on, I never fuck anything up."

With a wink, she finally left her apartment, heading straight to the very flashy sports car in which her partner for the night was already waiting.

About a 30 minute drive later, they've reached the party location, Seven nervously drumming his fingers against the steering wheel.

"Wanna tell me what's worrying you?", Talia asked gently, shifting in her seat to face him properly.

"I just- It's been a while since I've done missions like this... And I never really had to flirt with anyone. Especially while... Well, basically still looking like myself", he explained, followed by a rather insecure laugh.

"Hey, you're gonna do just fine. Besides, if you need help, I'm right here, hm? I'm sure you can do it."

After giving his knee a reassuring squeeze, Seven was the first one to get out of the car, then quickly rounded it to open her door and offer a hand.

Talia was the one to hand over their invitations, making them get in without any trouble. For a while they mingled a bit, quietly going over their plans again and scouting out the woman Seven had to get close to, in order for their mission to progress.

Currently they were on the dance floor, with her being more the one to lead and it wasn't difficult to notice how nervous the younger agent still was. His eyes darting around and his hands being a little clammy.

"Sev, relax. I know you'll ace it. But if you should need help, give me a sign and I'll coach you through everything over this", she muttered, disguising tapping lightly against his earpiece by brushing her fingers through his hair. "Not to mention that you-"

She didn't get much further when she felt someone walk up rather closely behind her, causing Seven to freeze and the all too familiar scent of cologne was enough to let her know who it was.

"May I?", he asked, not even waiting for an answer and just like that, she suddenly found herself in Vanderwood's arms. Leaving her to stare at him in utter confusion.

Though that confusion quickly turned into irritation.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!", she pretty much hissed at him. Only to get a shrug in return.

"Figured you two need some help, since the kid can't flirt for shit and as stunning as you look, the target is very straight."

During his explanation, he'd grabbed the hand that rested on his shoulder and moved it towards the pocket of his coat. In which was apparently the key to the office the hacker needed to get into.

"Seven? Go ahead. We'll catch up with you in a bit", she muttered into her earpiece, before fixing the agent in front of her with a glare. "Don't think we're not gonna talk about this! You... Ugh!"

And Vanderwood? He just smirked as he rested a hand on the small of her back to lead her away from the dancing people. Into the hallway where Seven was already waiting.

It was quietly agreed between the three of them that Talia and Vanderwood would stand guard outside, while the hacker got to work.

The entire situation didn't sit right with her. As happy as she usually was to see her partner in whatever kind of situation, this time it felt strange.

"Talia-"

"So you didn't trust me to get this done properly, is that it?"

Her outburst caught him off guard, leaving him to blink at her a couple times.

"I told you that I didn't trust the kid. Don't be ridiculous now."

"I'm ridiculous? You're the ridiculous one! You being here can only mean that you've went through the files on my laptop. Because I don't remember telling you where we had to go. Besides, this-"

They both stopped dead in their tracks, when heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway, coming closer and closer towards them.

Shit, that couldn't have meant anything good. If it was in fact a security guard, they had to quickly come up with a plan to not get questioned on what they were doing there or end up having to knock him out.

So instead of wasting any more time by standing around like idiots, she decided to act on the first idea that popped into her head.

That was why she pushed Vanderwood back into the door without any warning. And even though she wore high heels, he was still a bit taller, leaving her to grab his cheeks to pull his head down until their lips met in a rather clumsy kiss.

She felt him stiffen under her touches, completely frozen for a second.

"Vandy... Relax", she muttered against his lips, seemingly snapping him out of his stupor that way.

Finally his arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him as they both began to ease more into the kiss. Something that started as tentative touches, to be a cover for them, quickly turned into something more heated, nearly desperate. Making it way too easy to forget where they were and what they were originally doing.

His lips moving against her as if it was the most normal thing. Like they'd done it for years.

Hands began to wander. One of his moving up into her hair to prevent her from pulling back, while Talia's hands brushed up his stomach, before they rested on his chest. There was barely any room left between them at that point. Still it was impossible to be close enough.

They were so lost in each other that neither of them noticed the footsteps stopping close to them, followed by silence, before they eventually echoed back down the hall.

Everything around them faded into the background, nothing outside their little bubble seeming important anymore.

In the back of her mind she knew that it was dangerous to let her feelings for him show like that. Though that small, selfish voice in her head told her to grab everything he was willing to give, everything she was able to get, and hold on to it for as long as possible. She could deal with the possible consequences at a later point.

Suddenly the door got opened, which finally made them pull apart, though since none of them had expected anything like that to happen, Vanderwood lost his balance and fell backwards. His arms instinctively trying to shield her, while her hands quickly moved up to the back of his head in order to prevent him from potentially hitting it on the ground.

"Are you okay?"

"Are you okay? You took most of the fall", Talia shot back immediately. Without really thinking about what she was doing, her hands skimmed over his sides to check for injuries. A force of habit, really.

"Oho. Looks like mom and dad made up again, after fighting~", Seven piped up in a teasing manner, grinning down widely at the other agents.

The two looked at each other again, Talia feeling her entire face heat up, as she tried to scramble to her feet as quickly as possible, afterwards holding out a hand to the brunette to help him back up.

"Tali and Vandy sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-"

"Finish that stupid sentence and I swear to god, I'll-"

"Vanderwood...", she said quietly, resting a hand on his arm, which seemed enough to at least get him to calm down again a little. "Maybe Seven is just jealous, because he didn't get any kisses tonight~"

Now it was the hackers turn to turn red, though after glancing at the older man, he had a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"Are you offering? Because I'm sure you'd-", he suddenly cut himself off.

As soon as she turned her head to look at him, she noticed the cause for it; Vanderwood had him fixed with a death glare. Something that easily made her heart race again. Who knew... Maybe the kisses did actually mean more than just being a cover. A tiny bit of hope wouldn't kill anyone, right?

"Come on, boys. Let's go home. I can't possibly make out with both of you, in case the security guard comes back", she said chuckling and, without any hesitation, reached out to take Vanderwood's hand. Him being the one to intertwine their fingers, as he walked closely next to her.

"You're gonna drive home with me... Right?"

"Of course. Seven's driving skills are kind of scary. And I came up with something for you to make up for pretty much stalking us."

He only raised a brow at her, though his expression was rather soft. Something she adored seeing on him.

"You can cook for me~"

"Deal."

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2022

Some fandom goals for the new year! I worry a bit about listing them, because of the pressure I will inevitably put on myself to complete them all, but...

> Stress less/pressure self less: Not so easy to do, but I will actively work on telling myself it's okay to aim for goals and not achieve them. And giving up when I need to, rather than pushing myself to and past my limits. This includes things like fests, NaNoWriMo, word count goals, or even just finishing projects that just plain don't work.

[That said, I will have some goals in place. Things to hope for, but not stress over. And it'll be interesting to see at the end of 2022 what I achieved that were on my list, and what I achieved that wasn't!]

> Kudos/comment more: Reading on Kindle makes this hard, but I want to make an effort to go back and kudos and comment on things. Even if my comments are small. Even if they are long/rambly/weird. Creators work hard and I want to give them my love and support!

> Fic recs: At least 2 a month! Probably more, let's be real. My "to rec" list is alarming. I do want to reread the stories before reccing them, so...

> Rec Lists: I have 2 themed lists in mind which seem fun! Maybe more, but we shall see.

> Read all fics in my 2022 TBR: I created a "2022" collection on Kindle. I have no hope of making a dent in my main TBR, but breaking it up into yearly reading goals is doable!

> Read more longfics: I've not read many longer fics in a while (mainly because it's easier to hack at my TBR by flying through short fics), so I'd like to do that. I have 2 longfics from 2 sweet friends I definitely plan to read, and both are in my 2022 TBR!

> Ron-Draco Fest & Remus Lupin Fest: I claimed prompts for both so I hope to complete them!

> Complete another Snarry fest: idk which for sure, but if I'm gonna do fests I have to do Snarry fests, right?? (Well I don't have to, but I'd like to.)

> Write for Kinkuary and Shipuary: Prompt events are so fun and both have items that are tempting me!

> Oh and Kinktober again, I guess

> Start a longfic: at the very least I'd like to finish an outline for one of my longfic ideas, but at best I can get started on it!

> Complete NaNoWriMo again

> Write more femslash: I have an idea for Ginny/Gwenog. And the world definitely needs more Hermione/Narcissa and/or Hermione/Minerva. And I loooove Fleurmione! Oh, oh, or Ginny/Hermione!! Unsure. But at least 1 femslash fic, but maybe more!

> Write Draco/Remus: I have a cute love story for this pair more or less inspired by my personal love story, so I'd like to get that written and posted.

> Finish smile with sweet surprise: This is why I don't post multi-chaptered stories before they're done. I feel awful it's been so long since I updated this! Chapter 2 is written but I won't post it until the whole story is done.

> Write Good Daddy: another part to the Yes, Daddy series I've been talking about for ages and have hardly made headway on!

> Mystery project: it's a secret but...😇

[I assume if I miss any of these marks, it's because I was working hard on other things! And thus, I should not count them as failures. But it will be fun to compare this list to my "success list" next year!]

[evieonic]

Hi there, if you're comfortable writing about fairy tail, I have an idea about natsu getting tickled by lucy's celestial spirits (like loke, capricorn, etc) XD, it would mean a lot if you wanna write it! thanks!

Natsu's Cure for Boredom (Published:  10/21/2021)

Pairing: Natsu/Lucy/Loke/Virgo (Platonic)

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Trigger Warning: None.

Length: 1494 Words, 1 Chapter. Completed.

Platforms: Ao3 (Link in Title)

Summary: Natsu is bored to death due to the Guild having a lack of requests. So what better way to cure his boredom then by annoying Lucy? Lee! Natsu + Ler! Lucy, Ler! Loke, Ler! Virgo ORIGINAL POST: Heck yeah, I can write that. It's been a looong time since I've watched fairy tail tho, i really need to rewatch it but I can probably do that. XD It'll be a while before I'm able to complete though so when I post the story, I'll edit this post with the story and then post a separate post that has a referral link to this. I hope that makes sense. XD

Also do you want this to be romantic or platonic, I'm going to assume at the moment that you don't have a preference, but if you do or have something specific in mind, lemme know. UPDATED WITH STORY AS OF: 10/21/2021

“If you poke my leg one more time,” Lucy threatened without even glancing at the salamander, “I swear, you will regret it.”

She could practically feel the mischievous Natsu narrow his eyes at her suspiciously, obviously very, very, tempted to see what would happen if he kept going.

All Lucy wanted to do was at least finish this one chapter she was working on. She was almost done, just a few more paragraphs and her writing quota would be complete for the day and she could do whatever Natsu wanted her to do. Most likely to do something to just keep his bored mind from getting the best of him. And keep him from bullying Gray. Gray wouldn’t last long with the mage’s needy demands.

There had been a low supply of quests for the Guild to do for the past few months. There were in fact so few that you’d really have to flock the board to snag one. No one really knew why this was going on, but thanks to this, Natsu and the others hadn’t had anything to do for a looong time.

Natsu didn’t do well with having nothing to do.

Lucy continued to write away with her pen in hand, making great progress when she finally felt the sharp poke in her leg that she knew was coming. She let out a long sigh while Natsu laughed triumphantly. “Ha! Got you! Take that!” He said giddily, “now, what are ya gonna do? Kick me out?”

Lucy glared at his smug face. He knew damn well that she couldn’t kick him out, because if she did, Natsu would annoy Gray, and then the whole world would end.

She would need to do something that both punished him and kept his attention.

Thankfully, a genius idea came to her at that moment. She smirked, her evil grin sending off the warning bells in Natsu’s head.

“No-” he began, but it was too late. Lucy had pulled out her key for both Virgo and Leo and immediately summoned them. “Nooo!” He begged. Oh, he knew what was coming. Lucy had used this trick on him before to get him to calm down. It helped distract him from the never ending boredom that consumed his mind. And while he acted as if the trick was torturous to him…

They both knew he actually loved it.

The small little smile on his lips proved it.

The second the two of them appeared, Lucy set them to work. “Leo! Virgo! Fingers ready?”

“Lucy, please!” Natsu tried again, but she could see his eyes twinkle with excitement.

Leo cracked his knuckles, a playful smirk on his face, “Natsu annoying you again, Lucy?”

“Natsu-san, you really need to learn your lesson,” Virgo scolded, not quite understanding that Natsu actually loved their punishment. “You should know better by now.”

Natsu began to twiddle his fingers, slowly stepping away from them, “hey, listen, if Lucy started paying attention to me, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

“Well, I would if you gave me enough time to finish this!” Lucy glared, putting her hands on her hips. Natsu only stuck his tongue out at her.

Well, that’s it then! Time for him to get what he deserves.

“Get him!” Lucy ordered and as if an actual battle was commencing, Natsu was scrambling away from them as Leo and Virgo both broke into a run, attempting to chase him down. He shrieked, running around her dining room table, before running back to the right since Leo was coming his way. A giggle fluttered out of his lips as he watched Virgo trap him on the right side of the table, forcing him to turn around and attempt to go through the kitchen.

Unfortunately for him, Leo was already on him, forcing him to run back to the living room, hoping for a chance to get away but Leo pounced, tackling them both onto the couch.

“No, please!” he begged, struggling against Leo’s grasp as he was pinned to the couch, “I’ve done nothing wrong!”

“You know what you did, Natsu,” Virgo sighed like a disappointed mother, peering down at him as he glared at Leo, “Just accept your punishment.”

“I refuse!” Natsu turned his stare to her, trying once more to pull a strong face, but it immediately crumbled as Virgo pulled out a feather, lightly tickling it against his neck. Damn them for knowing his weak spot. “Stoahahap!” He giggled, snorting and trying to protect his neck from the feather, “dahahamn you, bohohoth!”

“You’re at fault for this,” Leo smirked, carefully letting go of Natsu’s wrists as his hands went to his ribs, gently counting the bones there in silent warning of what’s to come, “Virgo! Can you remember all of his spots?”

Virgo ceased her work, suddenly holding a clipboard in hand that Natsu had no idea where she got it from, “let’s see.... His neck is the worst, then his ribs, underneath his arms.”

“Lie-eeees!” Natsu shrieked at the end of his word, Leo suddenly scribbling his hands on the sensitive skin, his body squirming from the feeling as he laughed, his voice practically echoing off the walls.

“His sides and his feet,” Virgo continued, ignoring him completely. “And… that’s it, I think.”

“Wh-Wh- ahAHAHA!” Natsu broke down, trying so hard to speak, but Leo was giving him no chance. He tried again, “Wh-Where… ehehahaha- gehehet liiisst- ahahaha!”

“Secrets that only maids need to know,” Virgo answered, putting the clipboard away. “Now, shall we continue?”

Before Natsu could make any protest, Virgo’s delicate and cold fingers began tickling his neck, her fingers gently scribbling against the sensitive skin, making him squeal and giggle like a child. “NOHOHOHO!”

“Ah, you’ve lost your right to forfeit,” Leo smiled, though the threat was empty.

“Leeeooo- ahahahah!” Natsu whined, wiggling against his fingers, the attack trailing up to underneath his arms, his cackling getting worse. He dug into the sensitive flesh, making the salamander squirm and whine.

“PLEHEHEHESE!” He cackled, “I’LL… I’LL DO ANYTHIEHEHENG!”

“Ahh,” Virgo hummed, “he’s making the ‘anything’ offer.”

“I know,” Leo smirked, “I don’t think he realizes that we know he means he’ll do nothing.”

Natsu whined, kicking his feet, silently begging them to release him, but they all knew he actually loved the feeling of it all. It made him relax, it preoccupied his mind, it gave him a reason to smile… he didn’t want it to end despite his words.

And that’s what Lucy wanted him to admit.

“You know if you just told us you wanted us to do this, it’d be a lot easier,” she said, getting up from her chair and abandoning her work as she sat down on the floor at the couch, peering at Natsu’s red, smiling face. “Just admit you like this.”

“Nehehehever!” He declared, giggling as Virgo changed tactics, teasing his under arms, while Leo moved back to his sides, squeezing the soft flash hard and rapid, making the poor boy underneath him nearly choke on his giggles.

“So then what if I told them to stop?” She teased, holding up her hand, signaling for the spirits to cease. They did so almost immediately, giving Natsu a chance to breathe… and appear panicked.

“H-Huh?” He whined slightly, glancing around them, “we’re done?”

“Yep,” Lucy shrugged, “you don’t like the tickling so… might as well stop.”

Natsu’s eyes flickered from confusion to disappointment to panic. Now she had him where she wanted him.

“W-Well… probably shouldn’t call them back so soon because I’m just going to do it again,” he threatened, frowning as he folded his arms protectively over his chest.

“Eh, I think I’ll just kick you out,” she said, much to Natsu’s surprise. “Tickling isn’t working so kicking you out should.”

“Wha-?! But… But-!” Natsu stammered as the two ticklers suddenly left his side, “b-but wait!”

“Hmm?” Lucy smirked, “what is it?”

His mouth opened and closed for a bit, his eyes nervously flickering from the ground back to her eyes. He didn’t like admitting a weakness.

Lucy smiled encouragingly. He grumbled, playing with his thumbs before finally…

“W-What if I do like it?”

“Well, do you?” Lucy teased.

Natsu pouted, “w-well maybe I do!”

“That’s not an answer, Natsu.”

“Fine!” He huffed, “I like it, okAAYY- AHAHAHAH!” The second he admitted it, the spirits returned to his side, their hands returning to the previous spots, scribbling and squeezing, lighting his tingly nerves once again. “Wh-Wha-Whahahahat?!”

“You admitted that you liked it, so why should I deny you anymore?” Lucy smiled.

“You’re sohohhoho mean!” Natsu cackled, panting and wheezing with their attacks. Lucy smiled as she watched him crumble to the feeling, smiling more gleefully now that he was getting what he wanted.

If only he could actually confess his desires, he could get this a lot quicker and a lot easier than bothering Lucy.

Oh well…, at least in the end, he still gets his cure to boredom.

[fangirlings-things]

He's just too much — Part. 3

A/N: hey guuuys, thank you for all the positive feedback on the previous chapter and I'm sorry for the waiting, but here I am finally with chapter 3!!! I'm thinking about doing a final part 4 so, as usual, let me know what you think

Pairings: Michael Gray x reader

Warnings: a few curse words, mentions of smut

Summary: Michael Gray is just too much for (Y/N) to not fall in love with him

Word count: 1913

Part. 1 Part.2 Part. 4

"Here" Tommy poured a glass of whiskey and gave it to you, watching with his eyebrows raised while you drank all the liquid in a matter of seconds and returned the glass to him, to be filled again, not even flinching by the strong taste. "Wanna tell me what's going on, (Y/N)?" the dark haired then asked, turning around to refill your drink. 

"I'm fucking stupid, that's what's going on" you said with your eyes fixed on the floor, while passing your fingers on the arm of the chair you had seated on as soon as you both had walked into that room of his house and he closed the door behind you two. 

Tommy sighted, then turned around and gave you the glass of whiskey again. While he saw you take this time only a sip, he knealed in front of you so that your eyes were on the same height. He inspected your face little by little, searching for the answers he wanted there, because he most times sucessed using that strategy. He knew you extremely well; maybe more than anyone else. You realized what he was thinking by the narrowing of his eyes and sighting, you tried to force a smile for him. 

"Everything's fine, Tommy. No need to worry about" you said, trying to hide your lie by taking another sip from the whiskey that had been burning your throat. It still burned less than the words that left your mouth during your argument with Michael. Suddenly you wondered what he had done. Was he still in the corridor you and Tommy had left him? Did he got back to the party and to that blonde girl? It was better, if you didn't knew. 

"You were crying, (Y/N). You never cry in public. And I always worry about you" he stated, touching your face with his right hand softly and you couldn't help but lean in to that touch that was always so comfortable. "It's something about Michael, isn't it?" he asked, and you felt your heart skip a beat on your chest. He noticed the shocking in your expression, then got up and walked to the chair that was in front of yours. Sitting down, he gave you a little smirk. "By the way you were arguing, anyone could see that you two had unfinished business"

"Great, I ruined your event with my screaming" you said before finishing the content of your glass again. Embarrassment took a hold of you, as well as guilt. Tommy had worked so hard for making that happen and you threw his work in the trash. 

"You didn't, it's everything ok. Polly is hosting the whole thing while I'm with you" he said and you felt relief fill every inch of you. You had ruined your night while screaming like that, not Tommy's. "And I think that deep down, the guests were kinda expecting a scene like that. After all..." 

"We are the Peaky fucking Blinders" you completed his phrase and he gave you a nod in agreement. You both set in there quietly for a few minutes that seemed like hours and after giving it some thought you realized that after all Tommy, was your best friend. He was the one you always could talk to about anything and everything. You loved him and if you lost him someday, it would break you so hard that you doubted that you would ever be able to rebuild. Saying to yourself that you owned him some explanation, you decided to tell him the truth. "You're right. About Michael. He's the reason I was... crying"

"Did he hurt you?" Tommy's voice was low and controled, but the threat behind it could easily be noticed. 

"Yes" you said with a laugh empty of any humor, playing distractedly with the glass that was still in your hands. You saw the way Tommy's expression had gotten immediately dangerous and you took a deep breath. "I mean, he didn't. Not physically anyway" getting up, you walked to the wooden stable that was on the center of the room and put the glass upon it. You heard footsteps and when you turned around, you saw the black haired man staring at you completely serious. 

"(Y/N) you have five minutes to tell me exactly what happened before I go downstairs and beat the shit out of Michael" he stated firmly and as much as you were angry at Michael and wanted him to feel some of the pain he had caused you, you knew that it wouldn't be fair to do that. 

"I like him, okay?" you said hesitantly, staring at Tommy who didn't move or said anything. You frowered your forehead at him. "You're not surprised?" 

"Your not as difficult to read as you think, (Y/N). For quite some time I have been noticing the way you acted around him; how you fancied the guy" Tommy admitted, and you felt ridiculous. It must have looked like you were completely stupid for liking someone who didn't gave a shit about you. You wished that no one else had noticed. 

"Well, even if the whole fucking neighborhood knew about how I felt, Michael didn't. He never realized, I guess anyway. So when I went to talk to Polly the other day about some advice..."

"You asked the mother of the guy you like for advice?" Tommy raised his eyebrows, momentarily seeming to forget the seriousness of the conversation and looking confused. 

"Don't judge me, I was desperate!" you replied, feeling extremely uncomfortable in your dress, like it was suffocating you. Add this with your hurt and anger, you almost wanted to rip out your own skin. "This stupid shit!" you screamed losing control and started taking off the dress angrily. 

"Ahn... (Y/N)?" Tommy kept his eyebrows raised, watching as you got completely out of of your dress and threw it away with your left hand. 

"What?" you putted your hands on your hips, now wearing only a bra and panties along with your high heels. Out of that black piece of clothing, you already felt better. Your mental state must have scared Tommy, because he didn't say more. And the fact that your relationship was so strong and genuine, didn't even made you bother about being almost naked in front of him. "Look Tommy, not much happened. Polly wasn't there in that night. Michael was. He kissed me and then left. And today, he kissed a rich blonde girl and I got pissed so that's why I was crying"

"Have you tried to speak to him?" Tommy seemed less stressed now, that he knew that Michael's actions weren't perverted or evil towards you. 

"What you saw down there is our way of trying to speak" you said sadly, because you knew that Tommy was right. The attempts of talking to each other normally had gone extremely wrong and if you guys could get to an agreement, to an understatement about not interfering in each other's lives anymore, maybe you both could move on. Even if you secretly didn't want to. 

"It'll be ok, little one. I promise" Tommy's voice was gentle and you were able to smile after hearing those words. 

"You know you can't promise me that. But thanks anyway, Tommy" you saw him looking back at you with a smile too on his lips and when a cold breeze entered the room through the nearest open window, you shivered. "Give me your suit"

"I knew you would ask me that" he laughed and then took off his suit, putting it on your shoulders next. Instantly, you felt warmer and safer. "I'll tell the maids to arrange a room for you to spend the night, ok?" you nodded and then after hugging you tightly for a minute he left, closing the door behind him. 

Alone for the first time since your argument with Michael, you thought about your words. His words. The hurt in his face. The sadness you thought that took a hold of your own features. In a twisted way, you had liked the fact that you two actually talked. Or tried to before starting to yelling. If things were more simple, you maybe could have a chance. Maybe. 

You were practically asleep when you heard knocking on the front door of your apartment. Even though it could be a strange thing to someone to be at your door on the middle of the night, it had happened before. Maybe Arthur had gotten drunk and your place was the nearest he could get to before passing out or maybe, Jon had a fight with Esme and wanted to crash in your home for the night. 

Wondering what of those things would be the one, you got up from your bed and walked to the front door wearing only your nightshirt. You opened the door and your eyes instantly widened when you saw Michael Gray standing on the corridor of the building, his eyes immediately fixing on your eyes. 

It had been five days since the whole argument in Tommy's house and since then, you hadn't seen each other. You took those days to think, to set your head in place and try to assimilate the fact that you wouldn't have him because he didn't want you. Simple as that. But now he was at your door, and all the emotions came rushing back like a hurricane. 

"What do you want?" your voice got out harsh, and your hand was gripping at the door firmly. You felt tempted to just shut it right on his face. His stupid beautiful face. You held back that urge though, accepting the possibility that he could be there for bussiness. 

"We need to talk" he replied, jaw clenched. The shadow of frustration could be seen on his features and it got you intrigued. 

"About?" you questioned, raising your eyebrows at him with that same harsh tone on your voice. 

"Don't play dumb, (Y/N). We need to speak about... us" he hesitated but completed his statement, taking his eyes out of you for only a second before turning them back at you. 

You couldn't help. You laughed. A genuine loud laugh that made him blush from embarrassment and something else. As soon as you were able to stop laughing, you gave him a serious look. "There is no us, Michael. And it's fun that in less than a week I got from bitch to dumb. Think I'm making progress on your raking" and with that you tried to close the door, but he pushed it with his hand and gave you the most fierce look he ever did. 

"Don't you close this door. We need to speak" he held it open. There were so many emotions expressed on his face at the same time that you couldn't even identify them. 

"What do you wanna say? You're planning on telling me how you fucked that blonde after the event? How she's perfect for you?" the irony was clear in your words and that made him lost control. 

With a hard push he opened completely the door and then got in your apartment, shutting it with a kick of his right foot. The door bang and you took a deep breath as he walked in your direction and stopped millimeters away. His breath on your face was hot and his smell of cigarettes and cologne never seemed so dangerous and so good.

"Now, we are going to talk"

[themadauthorshatter]

TOPPAT!CHARLES PART 6

HEY! HEY, YOU!

Don't scroll past this!

Why, you ask?

Simple.

TIME FOR TOPPAT!CHARLES PART 6!!!!!

Sorry if I scared you there, I'm just über excited for this one, I sincerely am, you have no idea!!! 

If you haven’t read the previous parts, you can find them RIGHT HERE: 

Part 1: 

Part 2: 

Part 3: 

Part 4: 

Part 5:

Previously on Toppat!Charles: Our pilot friend learned the hard way it's not a good idea to say 'no' to the Right Hand Man, and has accepted his offer. Meanwhile, Henry has been having nightmares of his different end selves disagreeing with his decision and chastising him for letting Charles get taken by Right.

HEADCANON/THEORY FOLLOWING OF THE CHAPTER: Watch this theory by Two Left Thumbs, and you'll know instantly. A hint, though, Ellie is dealing with this in her own way; she and Henry ARE connected in more ways than one😉: https://youtu.be/LjOCfKOqkic

Got that? FANTASTIC!!

LET'S DIVE RIGHT BACK IN!!!!

Henry walks down a hallway and toward a break room for breakfast; he, Ellie, and Charles do have an apartment, but the general wants them to stay until Charles is back home safely. 

It has been at least a few weeks since part 5, and that time, in addition to the nightmares, has taken its toll. Henry’s hair is messy, his clothes are wrinkled, and bags have formed under his eyes. 

As he reaches the doorway, someone is there to greet him. 

“Morning, Mr. Stickmin.” 

Bill Bullet sits at one of the tables, having just finished his own breakfast and is now fidgeting with his empty coffee cup. 

Henry takes a seat across from him and rests his head on his hand. 

“You doing alright? You look like Hell in a hand basket.” 

'Hard time sleeping,' Henry signs as he yawns.

"Well, don't go sleeping on me. We're moving today."

Henry looks up at him, now awake and alert.

"Some of my men saw movement from the orbital station on oir satellite. They might be paying Earth a visit."

Henry pulls a newspaper ad out of his pocket and uncrinkles it and shows it to Bullet, tapping on it.

It's an add for a museum exhibit in a neighboring city close to the one Henry robbed in StD, said exhibit being a sapphire, like a large sapphire, like the size of the diamond, ruby, and emerald. It's tempting for Henry to not steal the sapphire and slip back into old habits.

This is an excellent target for the clan.

'The Right Hand Man should be, too.'

Bullet smirks and nods. "I've got a team ready for you. We'll leave on your call."

TIME JUMP TO THE MUSEUM!!!!!

Henry and his team and Ellie enter the museum with little to no problem; Henry brought Ellie for emotional support and so he could show her the sapphire. (A small gift to her for everything she's done as his friend)

They have some close calls like Ellie almost getting seen by a guard, one of the CCC men almost shoots another guard "just in case," and another guard almost falls on yet another guard.

After that, they get to the sapphire exhibit and take out the guards in a way that doesn't get them (the guards) killed. After that, they all sit down and play the waiting game.

The CCC men do a sweep of the area and ready themselves at different parts of the exhibit, hiding in spots and ready to strike. Ellie and Henry take a seat near the sapphire itself, admiring it before focusing back on the mission.

Henry lets his mind wander, thinking about how once they save Charles, Henry will take his place in the CCC. It's the kind of thought that gives them a sick feeling, but all he can think is 'As long as Charles is safe, it'll be worth it.'

He remembers Terrence's words about how life is for living and bites his tongue.

I've seen families live together just fine with no riches, no crime, and no Toppat Clan. We really meant that little to you?

He gets a tap on his shoulder and looks over to see Ellie holding out a cup of coffee to him, a thermos, maybe two, next to her.

"I thought you could use some, since we're gonna be here for a while."

Henry shakes his head and tries to push it away. 'No thanks. I don't really like coffee. Gives me a headache.'

Ellie gives him a withering look. "When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

When Henry doesn't answer, Ellie smirks and holds out the coffee once more. "Yeah, thought so."

Henry rolls his eyes and takes the cup, signing with his free hand, 'Fine. When did you become my mother?'

"When you became a child," Ellie barks as she lightly bonks Henry on the head. "And when you came back from visiting your father." She leans back and puts the back of her free hand against her eyes, looking as dramatic as possible. "What they say is true: A boy really needs the love of a mother."

Henry scoffs and shakes his head with a smile before writing on her palm again with his finger. 'I already have a mother.'

Ellie sits straight, now intrigued. "You don't talk about them a lot. Your parents, I mean."

Henry raises an eyebrow and points to her as he nods, gesturing either, 'You don't, either' or 'Neither do you.' Same message, different phrasing.

It's Ellie's turn to shake her head. "They're not people I want to talk about. I doubt my dad would let me visit him, even in a situation like this."

Henry pauses from drinking his coffee.

"Your dad said life is for living. I can't say he's wrong for saying that." She turns her head to Henry, looking him in the eye even those he's staring off into outer space/zoning out. "It's just hard to live life when..." She looks away again, lowers her voice, just so the CCC men don't hear her, and clenches her fists on her knees. "When you can't stop living."

Henry nods as he goes for another sip of coffee.

Then he stops.

'It's hard to live life when you can't stop living.'

Those words make Henry slowly lower his cup and turn to Ellie, looking at her both incredulously and with fear.

"What?" He asks under his breath.

Before Ellie can answer, something is thrown into the exhibit and EXPLODES, filling the room with smoke and no one really getting too injured.

The CCC men fall one by one from being grabbed from behind and put into a sleeper hold, and the toaats responsible run over, mostly undetected because of the smoke.

Henry is seemingly tackled down by Ellie as the two hear glass breaking above them.

The sapphire's case is open.

Henry sees a toppat get close and shoots him in the shoulder, not enough to kill him but enough to get him running away.

"Good shot!" Ellie yells between coughs because the alarms been set off.

Henry points to his gun, then to his hand as he shakes his head with a "Mh-mm." 'I was aiming for his hand.'

The two go toe to toe with a pair of toppats like in the very beginning of this series, but something's different. When Henry kicks his opponent away, the toppat scurries away from the two. And Ellie's just runs when she's just started fighting.

"What's going on?"

Henry shrugs and then looks over at the sapphire.

You know that face and stance he does in Toppat King when the rocket takes off without him? Weeeeellll...

Henry's face drops completely as he holds the sides of his face, gasping loudly.

Ellie is equally flabbergasted, and a little annoyed at how well this plan actually worked in the toppat's favor.

A little too well, I'd say.

"What do we-"

Henry runs after the toppat Ellie was fighting before she can finish asking him.

The three race through multiple exhibits, the toppat throwing down trash bins and benches in order to slow them down.

Henry, however, has the power of friendship and adrenaline and keeps up with him evry step of the way.

"Stop!" He yells. "Where is he!?"

The toppat fumbles, but still continues running. Ellie picks up her pave unitl she's in front of Henry.

"Where's Charles!?"

The chase takes the two of them outside, Henry falls behind, where the toppat makes a sharp turn to the wall.

Ellie sees this a second too late as she is hit in the nose with a cybernetic hand, knocking her down, but not knocking her out, even when a cybernetic foot is put on her freshly healed rib.

"'Ello. It's been a while, 'asn't it?"

Ellie glares up at Right and tries to move his foot.

"Last time I saw you, you had to get carried in a stretcher."

"And you took our friend," Ellie sneers.

Right rolls his eyes; these kids do not play around, which he admires, but it does get annoying when he's in a playing mood.

"Charles. Our friend. What did you do with him?"

Right smirks and looks over his shoulder. "Looks like this one missed you, after all. You'll fit in perfect with the two of them now." Right moves his foot and approaches whoever he's talking to, and Ellie takes this opportunity to try to get the jump on him.

The toppat sees this INSTANTLY.

🤨... I don't know anout you guys, but I feel like I'm forgetting something here.🤔🤔

OH, YEAH!!!

Henry runs out just in time to see this toppat shoot Ellie in the hip.

If this was a movie, we would hear nothing, no music, no talking, just the sound of the gun firing and echoing as the bullet either gets lodged in Ellie's hip or goes THROUGH her hip, close to the joint of her leg. We would get a shot of Ellie's face, eyes wide, brows furrowed and widely arced, like those despair looking anime faces, and lips slightly parted as shock sets in. We would also get three more shots, one from her perspective as she sees the toppat lower his gun,one behind Ellie as she falls back, and the third being on the ground and slightly in front of her as Henry freezes where he is and watches her fall.

BUT HE DOESN'T STAY THIS WAY.

"You BASTARD!" Henry screams as he charges toward Right, who steps back and throws him into the toppat.

The sight of him not only snaps Henry out of his rage, it completely throughs him into a despaired shock.

He's lost a lot of weight in his captivity, and Henry can feel it through his suit and see it in his cheeks, jaw, neck, and eyes, which are blood shot, empty and glassy. His hair's grown longer to where it is past his shoulders and kept in a low ponytail, the rest held back by gel and his own top hat so it stays out of his face. He's gotten pale from his time in space and not being exposed to sunlight and vitamin D.

For a second, neither recognize each other, but Henry is the first to as his chest goes hollow.

"Charles!" He quickly embraces his friend, who is still quiet and nit exactly reacting, but the gears start turning in his head as he realizes who's talking to and hugging him.

Right watches ans his smirk widens as Henry let Charles go and turns to him, tears pouring down his cheeks and now angry as hell.

"What did you do to him!?"

Right looks back at Charles, prompting Henry to do the same.

"Henry?"

A smile grows on Henry's face as he helps his friend up.

"Charles, I'm so sorry! I should've-"

BANG!

Henry falls backward, but doesn't die. Instead, the ground melts away beneath him and he gasps as the bullet wound heals on his forehead. You know that feeling you get when you're falling asleep and feel like your mattress is floating on the ocean waves? Henry feels that until he's back looking up at Right.

This time, he looks at Charles to see Charles is literally about to shoot him, but he hits and throws it away before Charles flips him over and smashes his fist into Henry's face repeatedly until Henry throws him off and stands back up, Charles standing as well and glaring at him, absolutely livid.

"Why'd you do it?" Charles growls. "Why didn't you help me when I needed you!?"

The hollow feeling in Henry's chest worsens as Charles stares him down. Part is him is more than willing to break down into tears, but all the time watching the tapes Right showed him in Part 5 have made his body producing tears next to impossible.

Right only stands back and watches because, as you probably put together, THIS is plan. Not only to take a friend, Charles, away from Henry, but to have said friend destroy him.

"I'm sor-"

Before Henry can finish, Charles punches him again.

"TELL ME!" His voice is a little broken, but he keeps yelling out of frustration and sheer anger because, yes, while Henry sent the destroyers and the government to help Charles, he didn't stop Right in the jungle during the mission. "WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THEM!? WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME!? YOU JUST STOOD THERE AND LET ME GET TAKEN AWAY!"

Henry doesn't have the fight in him to stop Charles from yelling at him or punching him. He doesn't even have it in him to look Charles in the eye.

And that bothers Charles immensely.

"Why won't you say anything?" Charles asks. "No matter what, you've always stayed quiet."

When Henry still remains silent, Charles swings a punch into his face hard enough to make Henry fall down.

"SAY SOMETHING!"

Henry holds up his hands, revealing how much he's been crying and how hard Charles has been hitting him; Henry's nose is broken, one of his eyes his swollen shut, his lips are split, and a tooth is loose.

Physically unable to speak, Henry signs to Charles instead, 'I'm sorry.'

Charels quickly kneels down and snatches Henry's hand.

"I want to hear you say it."

Henry tries forcing those words out, but his throat tightens up and leaves him unable to speak. He tries again and his crying becomes worse as he shakes his head.

"SAY IT!" Charles screams.

Henry breaks down as he shakes his head again, signing and gesturing as much as he can.

Charles rises to his feet, his eyes going glassy and his face expressionless. "I figured as much." He kicks Henry in the mouth and turns to Right. "We're done here. Send a message back to the station. We got the sapphire."

Right nods as his smirk becomes a smile. "Yes, sir."

Henry stands up on shaky legs and stiltedly walks towards his friend.

"Ch-Charles."

Charles shuts his eyes and heaves a breath through his nose, his top hat in his hands.

"Charles, w-wait-"

Charles wheels around as he watches Henry stumble toward him.

"I... I-"

"Don't bother."

Charles holds the hand gun Henry made him drop and aims it at Henry.

"I've heard enough."

When Charles shoots, Henry does not feel the bullet when it is lodged into his waist.

Henry is standing long enough to see Right, Charles, and any remaining toppats be beamed up to the orbital station with the sapphire.

The glare from Charles stays in Henry's mind as he falls, eyes locked on the night sky as Charles's words replay over and over in his mind.

Ellie groans as she crawls over to Henry and falls on her good side, where Charles didn't shoot her.

"We tried," she says as she breathes shakily and hold his shoulder, more his shirt, but I digress. "We tried."

The CCC guards do eventually wake up and get Ellie and Henry back to the government base. Both get immediate medical attention, which leads to Henry getting surgery to get the bullet out and seeing Ellie suddenly begin to panic and shout repeatedly, "I can't feel my leg!"

TIME JUMP TO AFTER HIS SURGERY!

Henry wakes up in his own room and finds that Galeforce is sitting in a chair, hunched forward, fists shaking, and his hat off.

"General?"

Galeforce puts his hat back on and sits straight. His eyes are red rimmed and have bags underneath them now. "Morning, Henry. How're you feeling?"

Henry holds his hand out and sort of tilts it on a way to say, 'Fine.'

Galeforce forces a smile and sighs.

"Ellie's still in the infirmary. That shot form-" He gulps and coughs a little bit. "-From the toppat... did a number on her leg. She won't be on the field for a long time."

Henry sits up, even when his body aches, and picks up a pen and notepad on his bedside table.

'They got the sapphire.'

Galeforce nods. "I know."

Henry shakes as he writes on the notepad again before dropping both and resting his forehead on his knees while loosely hugging his knees. Galeforce hangs his head and lets Henry cry; he doesn't really have much to say anyway.

'Charles,' the notepad reads.

HOLY SHIT DID THIS ONE TAKE FOREVER!!!!!

But that is a really good thing😁!

I hope you all enjoyed this one because I certainly did!!

I'm probably going to take a break from this for a little bit because of how much of an emotional roller coaster this is, and so I don't get burn out. I will come back to this because I love this series, I guess you can say I'm letting my cake cool down before adding the frosting or letting the pot sit so it make good caramel or fudge.

Thank you, thank you, thank you all so much for following this series. I appreciate each and every one of you so much!

I hope you all stay safe this season, thank you again for reading and following, and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!

[corvixa]

Update to the Gold Universe!

Things are definitely coming along for Ashes.

Which, btw is kind off the 1st part of a 2 part story.

I mean, they're all part of the Gold Universe, so they are all linked, and Ashes continues directly from Silver. But Ashes and [REDACTED] are planned as a one-two punch. More plot-plot beyond wanting to punch certain people. Although there is always time in [REDACTED]. Stuff It follows on from Silver, as I don't like not typing up my plots in neat little bows.

My health is still tanked, so I'm going to be working in Gold's Universe a while longer; hopefully, the next part won't take as long to complete!

My Heath dips, pain levels increase.

Somewhere, Tony has this thought appear in his mind.

Utterly not my fault that this Universe is my go-to for extreme insomnia and pain flares. Kinda is my fault for what I put the poor dear through. 😅

If you are reading this and are unfamiliar with the Gold Universe, here's a sum up.

One night, after not sleeping for 4 days in a row. I started writing something from Steve's perspective. This series is not Cap Friendly. If you read and enjoy this universe, feel free to add a description you would give to a new reader that would both tempt and warn, whilst not spoilering. Because I can't work out a good one, but I haven't slept in 58 hours, and I'm getting sleepy.

Part 1, Desires was written over the course of 20 solid hours, then I passed out and wondered what the feck I had written in the depths of insomnia. (Dark Shit, apparently). It is set 5 years post-Siberia, you get a glimpse of a dystopian Hydra ruled world before people mysteriously start dying.

Part 2 is Glitter & Gold. Which actually runs concurrently with Desires but from a different perspective that was blitzed during another insomnia binge.

Part 3, in part 2, Everyone wanted to know who Silver was. This Part 3 was born, named Silver. This goes back and forth from the future to the past, possibly the darkest of the three. I can't really explain much without spoilering 1 and 2, so these descriptions are getting tricky.

Part 4 is what we have here. Ashes, it continues directly on from a frankly, kind of cliff hanger I dropped on people's heads. The Story was done, so there is that. It was just a lil reveal? Blame Insomnia me. It is her fault. I immediately started writing Part 4, but it took a little longer as my health had a considerable up-tick and I was deeply writing the giant "James Grand Fae Adventure" arc of Death's Merchant. But, as it does, my health dipped again, so I'm back! I finished up. Someone offered to Beta! Which is pretty required when I write these on 4 days of no sleep, with pain meds and still a ton of pain. Add that to this dyslexic disaster who wrote everything on a phone? Yeah, I'm beyond glad I have a beta now. Ashes has a similar format to Silver and continues our timeline forward with glimpses into the past, telling Silver's story.

Part 5 [REDACTED] will continue directly from the end of Ashes. It might have a flashback, but it is primarily going to be written in the present tense. As I did during the others, there will be options for how things progress in this fic. It'll make sense when you have read Ashes.

There are 6 more parts of this Universe planned.

11 Stories.

Each posted over 11 days.

Yeah, That's about it. Summing up this series is kind of tricky. Morally grey? Part of it is my take of what Hydra did after the Winter Soldiers, sans overt torture.

Enter H.E.A.P.

Hydra's Experimental Asset Program.

Better known to the inhabitants of this world as-

The Charnel House

[littlemessyjessi]

“Papa Wolf”: Part 2: Benicio del Toro: SugarDaddy Wolf x PS Reader

Benicio del Toro Fic/Imagine.

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Saturday came quicker than I would've liked and as I sat there on my bed staring in my closet... I cursed myself for it.

Still wrapped in a towel after saturating my entire body in whipped body butter ... I glowered at my clothes.

What was I supposed to wear?

I don't know why I was fretting so much.

I'd done this before but something about this was different.

No.  No it wasn't.

Don't go down that alley.

He's just another older guy looking to spend his time and money.

I needed to stop looking at him like the unreasonably attractive creature he was and start looking at him like a paycheck.

Eventually, I decided on something simple yet sexy.

Form fitting enough to show off my curves but not so much as to reveal myself to be the true whore I am.

A black dress and leggings with matching boots and a coat.

A moonstone crystal necklace thrown on at the last second before I ordered my Uber.

I was just finishing my makeup when I got the alert that my ride was less than a minute away so I got it together and was stepping out the door when the car pulled up.

I made quick work of getting settled and getting on route.

Thankfully I didn't have an overly chatty driver and she blissfully just turned the music on and let me stare out the window.

When we arrived at the resteraunt I paid her and headed for the front.

Benicio had told me to tell them I had a reservation for Sanchez and that they'd bring me right through.

I felt so weird as I followed the waitress  through but eventually she lead me all the way to the back of the establishment and up a set of stairs to a balcony like dining area.

A smaller and nicer area that did, admittedly, have a stunning view.

I made about two steps before my eyes settled on him and I damn near lost the ability to function.

The light illuminated his features and he looked like heaven wrapped in a bow.

He seemed to notice the intrusion and glanced over at the waitress and I as we neared.

His lips pulled up into a smile as he stood to greet me.

"Hello, sweetheart." He said and my eyes just about rolled back into my head right there.

Damn him.

He leaned down to kiss my cheek before pulling out my chair for me and then settling down himself.

"What could I get you to drink?" asked the waitress.

"Water, please." I said.

"Do you know what you'd like to order or should I give you two a moment?" she asked glancing between the two of us before her eyes settled on me.

I shrugged and glanced at him, "I don't know.  What's good? I've never been before."

She settled a hand on my shoulder, "I could always give you a moment to look the menu over and come back.  It'll be no problem."

"I'll have my usual." he said to the waitress before producing a menu to me and pointing something out.  "This is excellent if you like that kind of thing."

"Sounds good." I said and off she went though not before casting a smile my way.

I lifted an eyebrow at the situation but let it go.

Benicio chuckled and my eyes snapped to his.

"What?" I asked.

"Nothing." he said. "I just should've known you'd charm the waitress."

"It wasn't my intention." I shrugged. "However, if I results in excellent service and hot food...I'm not really complaining."

He grinned at my comment and reached out to take my hand.

"I'm really happy we could do this." he said. "Which reminds me."

He stopped to dig in his jacket pocket for a moment before producing a small black box and sliding it across the table.

"For your time." he said with a small smile. "I hope you like it."

I opened the little box up to find a rather stunning little necklace.

A beautiful silver number with some sort of crystal in the shape of a leaf.

I didn't want to say diamond but considering the situation...it likely was.

"Would you?" I asked holding it out to him and he smiled before coming to stand behind me.

I watched as his hands came into view before his fingers lightly dusted my collarbone as he fastened it into place.

"How does it look?" I asked as he took his seat again.

"Almost as lovely as you." he said, his hazel eyes boring right through me.

"Thank you." I said. "I love it."

We chatted idly about random unimportant things for a bit while we waited for our food.

Soon enough it came and we ate in 'comfortable' silence.

Comfortable for him probably.

For me, I felt like my heart was in my throat.

I had to tell myself.

Get it together, girl.  This is just business.   You have done this before.

One glance at him showed me that he was a little nervous as well and for whatever reason...I just relaxed.

"So, tell me about your day." I said with an easy smile.  "Anything interesting?"

I didn't notice before that his shoulders were holding the tension until I could visibly see it fall off him.

An easy sort of smile laced his lips as he said, "Finally meeting with you has been the highlight of it."

I turned on the charm, complete with a little smile and a head tilt.

"Aww.  That's so sweet." I said sweetly.

"What about you?" He asked curiously.

"This meal right here." I answered truthfully and punctuated it with another delicious bite of bread to my mouth.

I made it a point to let my lips linger a second longer on the tip of my finger.

When his eyes followed the movement and stared at my lips just a bit too long... I knew I had him.

At least on the physical part anyway.

For whatever reason, it gave me the confidence and reassurance to do whatever I needed to do.

I turned up the charm and soon enough his face was alight with laughter and he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

Not long after, a couple of hours had passed and I knew what I had to do.

Close it off and leave him wanting more.

No sense in giving my time away before we arranged an agreement.

"This has been so fun. Thank you for such a lovely date." I said. "However, I think it's time for me to go."  

Dissappointment was clear on his face and he spoke up, "Oh, really?  We could always go for a little shopping trip."

I hid my smirk and replaced it with a smile.

I had him.

I knew it.  

He knew it.

Anyone who looked at us knew it.

"As tempting as that sounds, I'm afraid I'll have to pass for now." I said.

Rule number one with Sugar Daddies.

You're time is valuable and there is no reason to give them the impression that it's free.

Shopping trip or not, your time is money and without a pre-determined agreement... you're basically giving it away.

You're priceless- remember that.

"Alright." he said with a little smile.  "As long as it's just for now."

I gave him my most charming smile and kissed his cheek when we stood from the table.

He paid the ticket and tipped generously before slipping a few bills into my hand.

"For your cab fair." he said.  "For now and for earlier."

I smiled at him softly and pecked his cheek again, "Thank you."

"And you know, something a little extra." he smirked. "Get yourself something nice and I can't wait until I see  you again."

With that, he kissed my cheek and I left him with the scent of me lingering.

Leave on a good note and get the hell out of there.

As I stepped inside my ride, I grinned to myself.

"Where to, Miss?" the driver asked.

I glanced up and then down at the money in my hand.

He'd given me way more than cab fair and hey- a bitch has bills.

"Farmer's market." I said.

Hey, a bitch had to eat.

With a small smile to myself, I began internally laugh at my own insecurities.

If I couldn't do anything else in life...I could pull a hustle.

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Ava & James

Ava: Frank needs a long walk if you guys are free Ava: He's got the Sunday blues James: well in that case, purely for his sake, of course Ava: I've fully cute baby come onto you and it's worked Ava: 😈 IOU some 🐶 treats James: you've got really long eyelashes, irresistibly so Ava: ☺️ Ava: You're irresistible in so many ways Ava: I'll count them James: out loud? Ava: Quietly out loud, anyway Ava: don't need to interrupt my parent's breakfast James: they're actually there? I was beginning to wonder if they genuinely exist Ava: 😏 Ava: surely you saw them once before James: I don't remember them ever being in my line of sight or hearing Ava: How funny Ava: Guess Buster was pretty sneaky Ava: or should we say, good at time management, that's the polished version of that James: you're very good at time management yourself Ava: True Ava: I'll take that as a compliment and ignore the unwanted parallel James: it was intended purely as one, we wouldn't have lasted this long had you not been Ava: I can be the sneakiest bitch if needs be, I don't care James: tempting as it would be for me to immediately insist that we test that out, I don't think we have to James: she definitely will have received the divorce application by now & she still hasn't come back James: or called, or messaged James: it's looking less like any of us can label this a holiday Ava: Wow Ava: How are you feeling? James: I don't know, it won't sink in, whenever my phone goes I assume it'll be her Ava: Of course Ava: It's been your life for so long now, and it's been so Ava: well Ava: for it to just be seemingly over, so unceremoniously James: she could walk through the door any time with a suitcase & a tan though, I'm well aware of that Ava: Has she stayed away this long before? Ava: Without contact James: she typically loves to tell me every detail of what she's doing when she's at her parents' villa, so no Ava: That's a good sign Ava: even if she does come back Ava: you've still filed for divorce, she can't ignore it James: I just feel like James: if it was this 'easy', why didn't I do it before? Ava: because it wasn't before Ava: you didn't have the tools then and she had more control Ava: what's important is you've done it now James: because she's right about me Ava: No Ava: she isn't right about anything Ava: least of all you Ava: she didn't ever take time to know you, how could she be James: because it's all there in everything I've done & not done, I haven't behaved like a responsible adult or someone will any backbone whatsoever James: I've let them all down, her included James: what kind of person marries someone they don't love? Ava: Someone trying to do the right thing Ava: What about all the things you have done? Ava: and not the things you're talking about, all the good, the showing up and being there, for them all James: that's the least I could do, isn't it? Ava: No one else did it Ava: it was you, James James: I know that but Ava: but do you Ava: she's admitted as much, even if she was doing it to be cruel Ava: she picked you for a reason Ava: you're a good person, that's all you've ever tried to be James: I'm the kind of person that's susceptible to her bullshit, a damaged person, a weak one James: it was good for her but it doesn't mean that I am Ava: being weak and damaged doesn't negate you being a good person Ava: just like her abusing that in you doesn't mean she's exempt from being a shitty person just because she's fucked up herself Ava: who isn't Ava: you've been trying, that's the difference Ava: and now you've done it Ava: despite years of being ground down Ava: that's not weak James: why do you love me, Ava? James: what do you even see? Ava: I see Ava: so much Ava: how considerate you are and kind, without even realizing or having to think about it Ava: and you're sharp and funny Ava: you're interesting, I could talk to you all day, about anything Ava: and you are a good person, you just are, I could tell that immediately James: I don't have to think about being kind to you, I want to James: & to be someone that you want to talk to all day, who makes you laugh & smile & who you can say anything to Ava: You are, you just are Ava: you don't have to try, not just because you want those things, you can't help but be those things Ava: I can't help but love you, though I want to too James: I can't help but love you either James: so I don't think we should try & do anything else James: I think we should do this properly now Ava: I can be your girlfriend? James: I want you to, whether she comes back or not James: because I love you, whatever else happens James: I'm in love with you Ava: I love you too Ava: of course I want that too, of course Ava: whatever happens James: I'll talk to your parents with you if you think it'll help James: or I'll continue having never seen their faces, whatever you want Ava: I'll talk to them alone first Ava: but I don't wanna hide you, need to Ava: there's no objection they can have that'll make me want to James: I can't make you the same promise, as much as Teddy had no objection when I initially broached the subject of meeting someone else once I'd finished the application, he's likely to feel different when he finds out it's you James: but even if we did technically need to hide, I don't want to & I won't Ava: Understandable Ava: I'm under no illusion my family will be thrilled but they'll have to get used to it James: as long as we don't also immediately announce an engagement or pregnancy, my parents will be fairly understanding, I'm sure Ava: Pretty much same Ava: It isn't like I'm making myself step-mother Ava: I'll assure them of that James: but I have no idea what I'm supposed to assure Jay of, she genuinely believes Chloé is on holiday right now Ava: The truth Ava: even if it's complicated, or there's parts you're unsure of, it's still the best policy Ava: you can't assure her she won't come back, no Ava: but your truth is that you've ended things and you want to look after them and you will Ava: and right now, it looks like Chloé doesn't want to share but maybe one day that will be a thing Ava: you don't owe Chloé anything, covering the potential hurt that might cause, definite confusion because Jay is so young Ava: but you owe yourself and her the truth of it, and she'll appreciate that, know she can always trust you James: you're right, of course you are James: I'm still trying to protect her, aren't I? She's not even here & I can't stop myself from covering for her Ava: and the kids too, but that's the most understandable instinct Ava: but I think long-term, hell, even short Ava: you can't lie to them, they know Ava: it's worse having this thing you don't talk about, aren't told about James: I know James: I can't remember my mum having a conversation with me about a single thing, not even the weather, my dad talks & she nods Ava: You don't wanna be that Ava: and you aren't James: I think we should move, not literally on this Sunday morning, I've not lost my mind completely Ava: A new place, a fresh start Ava: makes sense to me James: I want Jay to know it's different this time, real & definite Ava: That's a good idea James: the other side of the river maybe Ava: A real move Ava: I think go for it Ava: Whilst they're still young, it's not a huge upheaval, there aren't friends to be left behind really or any of that James: I'll be further away from you though Ava: I can get the tube Ava: anyway, I'm going into my last year, so I'll be moving too after that James: oh right, I didn't even think of that Ava: Don't you wanna know where my first choice is? James: do I, or will I be devastated? Ava: Goldsmiths James: Ava Ava: I told you my top three were in London, I ain't lying, like Ava: Great 🧠s maybe James: so you know what I need to ask, what I am asking Ava: It's best you still do Ava: just incase James: when did you decide what your 1st choice was, because if it was now, it shouldn't be James: not because of me Ava: It wasn't Ava: It was my first choice before I came to see King's Ava: and that didn't change that James: okay, good Ava: I promise Ava: I wouldn't do that Ava: if my first choice was on the moon, I'd still go and I'd still try to make it work with you James: I believe you James: I just had to say it, because that's not the kind of boyfriend I want to be James: one who holds you back from things Ava: You aren't Ava: I might not get in Ava: and that's still over a year away Ava: we don't need to rush anymore, we can just be normal Ava: as normal as anyone is James: you'll get in, we both know that James: & I'll be really happy for you Ava: 😊 Ava: I do hope so Ava: and it can be okay that that's for potentially more reason than one, can't it Ava: not a crime James: yes, it can be more than okay Ava: Good James: [actually adds her on socials because he can] Ava: Oh, hey Ava: you're cute James: that profile picture is James: when did you change it? Ava: a while ago Ava: you gotta catch up Ava: 😘 James: tell me truthfully while I do, am I the reason the relationship status 'it's complicated' exists? 🤔 Ava: Well, that's embarrassing Ava: that's about my OTHER secret relationship 😬🙄 Ava: You fool 😏 James: 😂 James: what's he/she like? Ava: Pretty special Ava: might be serious James: oh really? Ava: Yeah Ava: so I'm gonna be pretty busy now, don't think I'll have time to see you James: far too busy too walk your dog assumedly, I suppose I can do it for you, if only to show there's no hard feelings Ava: I don't even like being fake mean to you Ava: 🥺 James: I really want to kiss you every time you 🥺 Ava: Come for a walk with me and maybe you can Ava: at least kiss me goodbye at the end James: when Jay's distracted kissing Frank goodbye Ava: 😂 exactly Ava: though the way he slobbers is distracting James: he's good with her though, that aside Ava: He's a good boy Ava: he can't help being a bad kisser Ava: you could teach him, if you like James: if theory, yes, but in practice I'm not sure I'm ready to commit to what that would actually involve James: tell him it's nothing personal, but I don't want to kiss anyone but you Ava: 🥰 Ava: that makes my heart happy so I will break the news to him gently James: thank you Ava: 💙 You're the best Ava: Can I change my relationship status then? James: like you said, I've got lots of catching up to do James: of course you can Ava: [does] James: [imagine all the comments like with WHOMST cos she can't put who with obvs since he can't cancel his so it's just in a relationship] Ava: [jump in that inbox everyone lmao, that's how you could start a Nancy convo like oh you ain't ready] James: [that's a good idea tbh]