#So I hope I'll feel better tomorrow and maybe can work on some scenes

[nekrophoria]

Lowkey losing it right now cuz I found out that Pedro Pascal played a goth character some point down the line and I'm getting major "young Roland in his rebel phase" vibes from him.

I mean-

Look at him. Mel's kinda, sorta, not really dad everyone.

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

'Fit for a King' - WIP - “If you have had me on my back, we can also be on a first name basis” (König POV)

Fit for a King - Masterlist

König is talking to Ridgeback that he doesn’t want fem!sergeant Müller on the next – her first – mission with KorTac, Ridgeback is not having it, so he makes König talk to Müller about it, cue social anxiety meets superiority complex that comes with being this tall and buff, Müller puts him in his place and… what can I say? He’s turned on by that. And it gets them to talk with each other (finally). (2k words)

CW: NSFW, imagining explicit scenes, pervy!König

a/n: I'm still writing scenes whenever I think about them, so there still will be chronological skips and context missing in between, but I'll update the Masterlist in the order that they happen in (also gonna add some general info about the characters to the masterlist soon). This is a scene in his POV as I wanted to give the whole story a dual POV thing in general, I hope you like it! (two chapters are still in the pipeline for today or tomorrow, from Müller's POV again) ((also still working on a way to incorporate the german translations better))

“If you have had me on my back, we can also be on a first name basis”

(NSFW)

“I don’t want her on the mission.”

“She’s going. End of discussion.”

“Fine. But I’ll have to see if she can stand her ground first.”

“Meaning that you’ll actually talk to her?”

Ridgeback can’t see the scowl under my hood.

“Yeah.” What I mean is ‘fuck, no’.

He grins at me.

Ridgeback calls after her in the training room. “Müller, a second of your time?” – “Yes, sir.”, she says stepping away from the weights she was working with. “The Colonel is unsure about your… skills on the battlefield and I was wondering if you could maybe demonstrate something to change his mind.”, he explains. She pulls up her eyebrow and gives me the sideeye. “Didn’t he read my transcript?”, she asks. I don’t say anything, but Ridgeback looks at me, waiting for me to explain myself. I clear my throat. “Uh yeah, I read it, it’s just uh-“ She looks up at me and the words don’t come out my mouth. I feel the heat in my cheeks. “What if like a big guy comes up to you and like… attacks you?” Wow, so eloquent. “You know that I’m a sniper, right? Most of the time I’m not gonna be around any ‘big guys’ except for present company.” God damn it, why did I ever start this topic up? She’s going to make me put my shoe into my mouth or however that saying goes. “Uh yeah, correct, I’m just saying, what IF.” She looks at me like I might be a bit crazy. Maybe I am. She confuses the shit out of me.

Then she shrugs her shoulders. “Okay.” and struts over to the mattresses for combat training and martial arts. I follow her, waiting what she’ll do. “You also read that I’m trained in field combat and Krav Maga?”, she asks again. I totally did not. I laugh it off, not sure if I should take her seriously. She gets in position looking up at me in all her 5’8’’ cuteness. “You ready, big guy?”, she asks me, tauntingly. I cross my arms and shrug. Before I can register her moving, she has gripped me, one hand fisting the fabric of my shirt and the other one latching onto my wrist. Just a moment later I’m in the air.

She flips me. She tosses me over her own back with enough force to move a little Volkswagen. And she actually goddamn flips me. As my body gets slammed into the mattress, my back colliding with the floor, I can feel arousal lick up my spine, making me hard in an instant. “Ah, scheiße1.”, I mutter under my breath. All I want to do is pull her with me – or better even – her trying to hold me down as she gets on top of me. Scenarios flood my brain, smutty and perverted. How she would tie me down, strip me, tease me. Take her seat on my face, make me eat her out. I groan. I would feel her heat on my face, lap at her wetness, take everything she would give me. She would stroke me, edge me with her soft hands and nimble fingers while pressing her pussy into me, maybe she would even try to fit my length into her mouth. She would grind on my lips and tongue, she would let me give her the pleasure she seeks until she comes on my face and I drink up her arousal, her wetness staining my hood.

The imagination alone makes me leak at the tip. Ahja, du kleiner Perversling2. I scold myself in my brain. Has it really been that long since I had a woman? Like, biblically. I guess it has.

She stands over me, setting a foot on my chest, her boot digging into my pecs. “So, can I join you, Colonel?” I’m kind of glad that she didn’t call me by my name just now because I fear that I would have come a bit in my pants. At least a little bit. I raise my hands defensively: “Fine, fine, Müller.” I clear my throat. “You can handle yourself, as you demonstrated just now.” She laughs and the soft and sweet sound taunts me. “I can even handle more than just myself.”, she adds confidently and steps away from me, holding her hand out to help me up.

I resist the urge to pull her down and jump up on my feet again. Now I’m towering over her, a whole foot taller. Oh, to have her run from me as I chase after her, would be so sweet. Hör auf3, the voice in my head fights against the pervy thoughts. Something about her taps into something primal inside me.

Ridgeback’s short clap gets my attention. I almost forgot that he’s still here. “Well, I think this got resolved. See you tomorrow then.” Müller waves goodbye, and I lift my hand too, not able to tear my gaze away from her. She looks back at me and I wish I could’ve just talked normally to her instead of behaving like an ass. I sigh inwardly.

Killing people, turning them to pulp, is easier for me than talking to them. Really talking, not just barking orders. And she makes me feel like for the first time in forever that I wish it was the other way around.

"Would you spot me, Colonel?", she asks me then. I sigh, in- and outwardly this time. "Please, just... call me König.", I tell her. "People who had me on my back already can refer to me on a name basis.", I joke feeling the heat in my cheeks flare up again as I see the confusion on her face. Get a hold of yourself, Mensch4. "Also, I made myself look like a complete ass in front of you, you deserve to let the title slide.", I say further, not stuttering as much as before, and she nods slightly. "So, is that a yes or a no on the spotting, König?", she asks plainly. I swallow down how it makes me feel hearing her say my name in that cute accent of hers and return her nod.

She goes over to the weight rack and starts to fit plates onto a barbell. I help her by lifting the barbell from the ground to give her easier access. She’s satisfied with 50 kilos on each side and then goes to lift it up the squatting rack. Oh, she’s going to do squats. With 120 kilos. I’m so double fucked.

“You ready?” I nod and stand behind her holding out my arms. I’m a head taller than her, so I can look at myself in the mirror in front of us as she is not obstructing my view. My eyes are on her again though. She has wide black training pants on, but her hips don’t leave much to the imagination. Her torso is clad in a compression shirt, with a sports bra underneath. Everything is covered up, tightly packed to not be hindering while working out. Yet in my mind it looks like the sexiest thing anybody could ever wear. And that is before she starts to squat right in front of me. I curse under my breath and push away the pervy thoughts. Just be normal for once. She doesn’t need you lusting over her right now, after you just insulted her like that.

I follow her movements hovering my arms beside her, ready to take off the weight if it’s necessary. But she’s squatting the weight no problem. After a few reps she sets the barbell down on the rack again. “Okay, I think, we can add some more plates.”, she says already hefting another 20 up. “Goddamn, you’re squatting more than half the team here.”, I remark. “Really? I’m a bit rusty to be honest.” Rusty? Heilige Scheiße5. She continues: “I wanted to build up strength again because I’m gonna be more actually in the field, but I don’t wanna squat this kind of weight without somebody to spot me.” I nod behind her and she gets ready for the next set. There she is, squatting my body weight like it’s nothing. It’s so fucking attractive to me, I can’t help it.

“Wouldn’t some of the others help you? Spot you?”, I ask as we set down the weight again. My hands stay on the barbell for a moment longer until she meets my eyes in the mirror. “I mean, I talked to Aksel and Nikto a bit, you know, Scandinavians unite, but eh- I didn’t wanna bother them. I think this is the longest interaction I had with anybody in the base. They’re not really talking.”, she explains with a shrug. I hold back a groan. This might be at least partly my fault because of the way I treated her the first few days. “So, I didn’t really have the guts to ask somebody to help me.” She shrugs again, but I see a hint of sadness and apprehension behind them. “But with what you pulled today, I didn’t have those reservations.” She grins at me a little bit.

“I’m sorry.”, I say then, the words sticking to my tongue, not slipping out my mouth easily. It’s not like I don’t feel sorry, I really do. I’m just not one to apologise easily. “Don’t worry about it.”, she tells me. “You’re not the first superior to doubt my abilities.” I feel a pang in my chest. Yeah, yeah, I can be a bit of an asshole, but it’s just setting in now how the whole situation must make her feel. And I want to take it all back. “Yeah, I… I know how it must look like right now from your point. I’m sorry really. I was an asshole about my doubts and I went about it in the most jerk way.” She turns around, her hands on her waist as she looks up at me like ‘Are we really still talking about this?’. The sass.

“It’s okay, Col- König. I accept your apology.”, she reiterates. She must see the doubt in my eyes because she says, with emphasis: “Really.” – “Okay. Schwamm drüber6.”, I say and extend my hand. She takes it and shakes it. Even through the thin fabric of my gloves I can feel the warmth of her palm and it makes me wish I wasn’t wearing any to feel her skin on mine.

“I’d head to dinner now. You wanna join me?”, she asks. “I get it if you can’t, you know, rank and all.” I scoff. “Nobody is asking for our ranks when we’re knee-deep in mud next week, so forget all about that.” She grins at my answer and jogs to the hallway. I follow her with big strides. “I don’t even know why they made me Colonel.”, I tell her as we walk down to the mess hall. She giggles and the sound makes me feel all floaty. And I kick myself again – in my mind – for not just talking to her. Or maybe just ask her to train with me. Instead of making it seem like I’m out to get her. “Maybe your reputation? And of course, the unique set of skills.”, she suggests. “I have a reputation?”, I’m surprised. “Yeah, kinda.” We enter the mess hall and get in line for a plate of beef stew. “Like what?”, I want to know as I stand just a foot behind her. “I’d rather not say.”, she evades. “Also, I don’t think that that’s who you are.”

“What do you think I am then?”, I ask her as we sit down. Other people are already here and I see a few surprised faces, including Horangi’s. “Really really big.” She laughs and I chuckle with her. “That’s just because you’re so small.”, I counter. “Psh. It’s not about the size.” I can see a hint of mischief sparkling in her eyes as she says that. Was that innuendo? “It’s not?”, I tease her. She leans forward and whispers like we’re sharing a secret: “If I were you, I wouldn’t be so cocky about it. Even a mouse can fell a tree, if she only knows how to.” I laugh at her remark. “Touché.” – "Maybe that could be my callsign: Mouse.", she jokes. "I like that.", I say fully grinning behind my mask.

scheiße: shit

ahja, du kleiner Perversling: uh-huh, you little pervert

hör auf: stop it

mensch: literally 'human being', in this context more of an exesperated 'dude!'

heilige scheiße: holy shit

Schwamm drüber: literally 'sponge over it', meaning let's forget about it

[theshimadaslovers]

(FROM IBA - INSPIRED BY ART)

I CARE ABOUT HIM

Chapter 3-

(Last chapter linked at the final of this chapter)

(Art: Bing AI -I can finally find the perfect art work for the perfect scenes! And you guys can imagine better ♡)

*After build the camp, you made tea for both of you. Hanzo were sitting a piece of wood while drinking, sitting at the tent entrance, you look at him worried*

You- Are you sure you're fine, Han?

Hanzo- *look at you with his puppy eyes* Yeah...! Sure! *smile* I...I'm more worry about you.

You- Is because of what Jack said? *smirk* of take good care of me?

Hanzo- *laughs* No no... I care about you naturally. Like I said, just keep yourself warm and I'll be also fine.

*you smiled at him and take a sip of your tea*

You- You think we're safe at this spot?

Hanzo- Scared of the animals? *smirk

You- Honestly? Yeah...*both laughed*

Hanzo- I can protect you...

You- But you don't have your bow and arrow...

Hanzo- I got my fists *smile*

You- Oh ok...! *laughs and blush* By the way... how's your ribs?

Hanzo- Good, thanks to you. By the way...*feeling nervous clears throat* About that day...

You- What about it? *smirk and take a sip*

Hanzo- I'm feeling a little bad after... Vivian said that I used to stalk you...

You- *chuckles* You don't need to apologize, Han. At least, we're finally having a drink together.

Hanzo- Yeah...*chuckles and look at the sky* Is getting dark soon, I should find more wood to feed the fire.

You- Are you sure? *worried* you can get lost or get too cold...!

Hanzo- *stands up and kneeling in front of you* Stay inside the tend, ok?

You- Han, I'm serious...

Hanzo- Me too *kiss your forehead and stands up* Stay warm, I'll be back soon.

You-...*blush but still worried* Men...

*a little far from there, Hanzo was making a trail of leaves to find the camp easier, it was working and already found some good woods. Close to a edge, he looked at the horizon and could see some smoke, maybe a fireplace...maybe, your team. The moon was rising and he need to go back fast, the night was getting so much colder, he was starting to feel the shivers*

*Back to the camp, he saw the light of the tend off...he got worried for a while and approach the camp faster putting the woods on the ground*

Hanzo- Y/n? Are you alright? *the tend opened up and you look at him in relief* Hey...

You- I was almost panicking in here...

Hanzo- Why?

You- Thinking of you outside with no weapon?! *annoyed* You crazy! Could have done that in the morning and now you come back In the dark?! We don't even have a flashlight! *Hanzo smiled and kneeled in front of you* This is not a joke, Hanzo! I was super worried! Is colder now!

Hanzo- I know...but still adorable *chuckles pocking your cheeks* We need more fire against the predators *he went to the fireplace* We can take north tomorrow, I saw a fireplace smoke on the distance.

You- Really? You think it may be them?

Hanzo- I hope so...*sighs* I really do. Well...the fire is done and now, we should rest.

*he step into the tend and laydown tired, you close the entrance feeling a little...too shy*

You- So...we are going to sleep together.

Hanzo- *look at you surprised* Is uncomfortable for you? I can sleep outside...

You- No no no! Stay! I just...forget it *laydown beside him* I'm scared...

Hanzo- I know...but we're alive.

You- We have to survive now, again.

Hanzo- It will be easy *chuckles changing position and facing you* Are you cold? *he sounded sweet and almost whispering*

You- *nodded* Yeah...are you?

Hanzo- A little... *he notice you shivering from the cold* Come here.

*he opened his arms inviting you from warm hug, you didn't overthink about that, you just dive into his chest, it was so cold! A nice warm hug would help both of you. He embrace you tightly, you could hear his heart beating fast and strong, you smiled*

You- Is because of me? Your heartbeat is crazy...

Hanzo- *chuckled in shyness* Yeah...It is because of you *take a deep breath* That's much better already...

You- Yeah...*chuckles* You're hot...

Hanzo- *surprised and laugh* What?

You- *look at him realizing* Oh no! No no no! Not like that! I-! *hide your face on his chest* Nooo!

Hanzo- *laughing shy* I understand, don't worry, sweety...

*your eyes wide open and looked at him surprised completely red*

Hanzo- What?

You- ....nothing...*hide your face again* Trying to get use to it...

Hanzo- With what?

You- Be in love...and be loved *he hugged you more tightly*

Hanzo- Me too...

You- *look at him* Are you sure you never have one girl before? You were rich, handsome, talent...very charming, I presume.

Hanzo- *giggles* I had some admirers...but...I was too busy with my training and family business. One or other was cute, but...nothing like you.

You- *smile* Like me?

Hanzo- Yes... It was just natural...me and you. Is just right.

You- I fell that too. But why is so hard for us to start something?

Hanzo- Lack of experience, I believe? *sighs* But we need to go slow...I'm a stupid traumatized kid, is weird for me not feel empty.

You- I can't fix you, but I can fill you~

Hanzo- *chuckles* You already fixed me...most part~ *kids your forehead* We're lost in the middle of the snow...but we are In this together.

You- Thanks to you I'm here. You saved me there.

Hanzo- *smirk* I would never let you fall...if I'm around, you're safe, ok?

You- Okey...~

*both fall asleep minutes later. In the next morning, after breakfast, Hanzo disarmed the campfire and moved with you to the North*

Hanzo- *look back to you trying to take off your legs from the deep snow. He laughed* Come on, rabbit~

You- Rabbit? *annoyed with the snow* A rabbit can pass through this!

Hanzo- You got strong legs, jump! *approaching enjoying your struggles* You want me to pick you up?

You- Wait, hold me...! *he grabbed your arms holding tight, you jump but your legs got stuck again* COME ON!

Hanzo- *laughing* Look, take the backpack and you take a ride in my back.

*he give you the backpack and he picked you up on his back*

Hanzo- There we go...

You- Is so easy for you...

Hanzo- Well, I do parkour...*laughs* I need that extra strength.

You- *you smelled something and spot a abandoned fireplace* Look! Is fresh...

Hanzo- *approaching the location* Still warm...*saw a massive trail in the snow* Something big pass through here *smirk*

You- Rein~ Let's follow!

Hanzo- Y/n, wait!

You- What? What's wrong?

Hanzo- Look.... *he grab a piece of metal in the snow with blood* Something happened...

You- *Take a look* Wait... this is from Rein's armour...*look at anzo scared* Do you think...?

Hanzo- They know we're here...

Continue...

Part 2:

[galvanizedfriend]

Hi Yokan 👋

I have questions

First question - how’re you doing? Hope life hasn’t been too stressful for you!

Second question - have you been reading anything that has really resonated with you in the last couple of weeks/months.

Third (and most weird) question - if you could choose a superpower what would you choose? (Dumb question I know😂)

Fourth question - most proud moment in your writing career.

And final question - how’s writing going with the Wolf? Hope you’ve not struggled too much in starting it!

hope your doing okay! ❤️

Hi, friend! How's it going?

Can I just say, it's so lovely to get all these questions! ✨ I love this so much, thank you! 💝

First: I'm ok! Work is always stressful these days, I don't think it's going to give me a break until at least September. 😂 But it's not the worst right now. Tomorrow is my birthday and I just the best piece of chocolate cake humanity has to offer, so I'm cool right now. 😇 Just wish tomorrow wasn't Monday. 🥲

Second: I have read 7 books this year so far, but nothing that's stood out as being great, sadly. :( Still haven't had a 5 stars. I finished a thriller called None of This is True by Lisa Jewell which was pretty good, if you're into thrillers. 4 stars, maybe.

In terms of fanfiction, I've have been reading random pieces of non-Kc fic, as per usual 😂 But I have also read The Little Wolf by @morningstargirl666, which is absolutely fantastic, if you haven't read it yet. It's a retelling of the show's canon about the Original family and how they were turned into vampires, with special focus on Klaus' werewolf heritage, and it's so, so, so good! And so much better than canon! It actually gives depth to the siblings' relationships, and it has so many little nods to what we know of them in the future. Beautifully woven! I have also read Till I Tasted You by @kirythestitchwitch, which is a canon divergent AU where a spell goes wrong and Caroline ends up finding out Klaus is her soulmate. It's hot, it has absolutely nom-nom-able dialogues and A+++ interactions between KC, it features Damon getting his ass kicked! I don't know, it's just the whole package. 🤌

Third: This would be a very weird question if I hadn't spent an irrational amount of time thinking about that. 😂 I guess it really depends on what kind of universe you mean, because it varies. But I would very much like to have telekinesis like Prue in Charmed.

Fourth: That's a tough one. I'm an extremely critical person of my own writing, so it's hard for me to feel proud of stuff I've done tbh. 😂 But I think I was pretty proud when I finished The Wolf 2. It's not my personal favorite thing I've ever written, but I think it's probably my best written story. I really like the final part of that story, the way I managed to tie it back to TVD, I think it was very full circle and made the story a lot more unique. I also had a lot of fun writing the Mikaelsons and Caroline back in Mystic Falls after the time they spent in Nola. 😂 So maybe that.

Final: It's... going. 🥲 I took a pause after writing two chapters back to back, tried to work on some other stuff, and then I circled back to it. I've actually just started the next chapter, have a couple of scenes. I don't think this first chapter will be a long one, but I think it will take a lot of editing tbh. 😂 I haven't been at most inspired right now, so not sure how much of what I've written will stand the test of a re-read. I had plans to get a chapter out before the end of the month, but I'm not sure I'll manage it. 🥲 We'll see how this week goes. Pray for me.

Thanks for the questions, friend! I hope you have a wonderful week! ✨

[floufli]

Fanfic ( Miguel x reader) update

So as I said on @smotheredinlighterfluid post about a prompt that I've been working on in a fic I started last week here's a fic update.

Acknowledging the results from the pull I made earlier today I'll try to post chapter by chapter which should keep me motivated long enough to actually end the thing lmao. I'll try to do 3000 words chapters, that's easier to do on the long run I think.

Right know I didn't see the movie so I can't write much more cuz I don't want Miguel to be ooc (I know the pain)

I should see it tomorrow so fingers are crossed .

SO- to put things in perspective and not deceive anyone if they're waiting, the fic will include tags/prompts such as:

! I'M NOT A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER SO THERE COULD BE SOME WEIRD SENTENCES FORMULATIONS / ERRORS !

non minor friendly under the cut :/

Pheromones intense reactions/instincts

Biting / Marking (public) you'll understand when the scene will appear)

Spiderwoman!Reader x Miguel ( If I have the time I'll make it male! Reader but Gn!Reader are a bit complicated to write for my plot specifically)

Reader is like Miguel but better

Dom!Reader mainly ( there's enough sub!reader out here to feed everybody >:c but there will be none in this household )

okay SOME switch!Reader / suby!Miguel

Angst (not too much...okay a bit but it's for the plot I swear )

Character trauma study

Fluff / Comfort (I need to hug this man)

Slowish burn ( I'll say it'll be 30k and it will be 40k and still not finished so idk)

Emotional constipation / Negation of feelings

An unholy amount of smut ( not at the beginning though again I get carried away by the plot easily)

Pegging probably

Blood and Injury

Canon typical violence / Violence

Canon Divergences obviously

Shitty writing but that's okay

2nd Person Reader, I literally hated it at the beginning and now can't write anything else.

Should be an happy ending, but if you want it to hurt I can easily bring the worst in myself to do an alternative end ^3^

Going from the end of Into the Spiderverse to Beyond the Spiderverse

At the moment there are:

4k ish words / 30Kish maybe more surely more

the final scene is mostly clear in my head so plot should follow.

I will post it on AO3 and tumblr if y'all appreciate it enough .

Hope it will met your tastes when it's out, and feel free to propose idea in the comments if you are inspired !

I'll edit this as the inspiration goes.

Tag list : (tell me if you want to be added/deleted)

@stany0url0calwh0res111 @mira-dystopiancore @smotheredinlighterfluid @vvitcxen @st4rrlighttt @mstozierr

[bedtimegiraffe]

My personal ranking of the the LI's reactions to the upcoming battle

I know I would be a damn mess about all the near-death experiences and want to talk about it. So I've ranked all of our love interests by how well I think they handled your character's obvious trauma!

Starting with the worst...

Pros: Mal, I appreciate that you don't want me to die and want to protect me.

Cons: My guy. My actual primary love interest. I get that you're depressed. I appreciate the honesty. But this is just more pressure! Now I'm responsible for both of our lives!

Pros: Aerin, it's nice that you're not also freaking out. Not about this anyway. That is reassuring. Fighting for the people we care about and each other are strong motivations I can get behind.

Cons: You do not at any point ask if I'm okay. Maybe you don't realize how bad things have been, or you feel like you have no right to ask. And I also don't love 'we might all die tomorrow' coming out mid-make out and immediately before asking if we should take things further. You can just make the offer! Don't act like you wouldn't be into it regardless!

Pros: Valax, I appreciate that you want me to fight back against you. The fact that you wish things were different makes me all warm and fuzzy inside. There are some big obstacles here and I acknowledge that. And you apologize for causing some of the trauma!

Cons: I don't love the energy that we can't figure out a solution. I get that you're very stuck in one way of thinking, but this seems like a great moment to figure something out other than 'We'll wait and see which one of us dies.'

Pros: Nia, I'm very glad you don't want to lose me. And I appreciate the acknowledgment that something might actually manage to kill me this time. I'm perfectly happy be scared together.

Cons: This scene is mostly about making her feel better. Which is fine, a lot of them are. And it's partially MC's fault for not having an option to say, "I'm scared too." But not my favorite.

Pros: Tyril, this is some solid reassurance. You'll be there with me. I'll gladly take that as comfort. Just being with me is probably the best thing to do. It's very practical and in-character.

Cons: I'm slightly confused how you thought armies worked prior to this, but we can get into that another day. As always, you could stand to ask about my feelings more.

Pros: Imtura, I love you. I am so enamored with the way you acknowledge that we could die while not being worried about it. Incredibly reassuring once we get into it.

Cons: You're not in a place to be 100% supportive because you've got your own stuff. But that's life! Overall, excellent work.

Screenshots for illustration purposes taken from Neckrone Shen's very good 4 parallel playthroughs of Blades on youtube. Because these games are so dang hard to replay when I have an idea. I hope using screenshots of someone's posted playthrough is acceptable? Tell me if it's not!

[artsyanapink]

KYLO REN X READER— CONNECTED

I know already it sucks but I really wanted to make a Kylo Ren x Reader that wasn't just smut. I like some good time but having a plot is interesting.

Don't know if I am going to continue this since my writing time is more rare than before, so writing what my mind imagine is worse too. 😭👍

✨It's not edit as well✨

"Can you tell me about the story again?"

You sat across your grandfather as you wait for him to tell the story about the Jedi. He was good storyteller and the more you hear he told, the more you began to think all the adventures really happen. Your grandfather had a great imagination but he was down to earth nonetheless.

"Again?" He laughed. "I thought you would be annoyed by now. Your mother doesn't seem to like it very much."

"Well, I'm not." You responded with a smile. "Mother may be right but it's still reconforting to know some Jedis may be alive despite everything that happened to them."

As if the mention of your parent was a casted magic spell, she appeared right out of the kitchen with a scold on her face and her hands on her hips. The used rag she always works with attached to her hand. "It's getting out of control. You need to stop telling her these fantasies." Your mother gesture to you while looking at your grandfather. Moral down, you gazed away from the mundane scene, your smile replaced with a frown.

"Relax, (Mother's name). They are only stories. " He lied. "I just want to entertain her from the awful life we live in."

She was fuming now. "Always ready to make a scene." you thought.

"Stories? She can't even do her work anymore without having her head in the clouds! I can't feed the animals, cultivate the crops and walk to the well for water by myself!"

"It's not like it matters." You mumbled out loud, glaring daggers at the table. "There isn't enough water to salvage them."

"There would be if you didn't believe his made-up stories!" Your mother retorted angrily. "I have enough of your attitude. Tomorrow I am expecting you to do your chores correctly and fast!"

You stood up with both hands on the table. "I'm going to my room." Your mother response was muffled by the slam of the door.

You grabbed your pillow, hoping to scream inside but only tears threaten to spill out. You had enough of her making you feel that way. You loved your grandfather stories. They were like a light shining brightly in the dark. Since you heard about the Resistance, it was a new hope in your life, a hope that one day you could maybe have a better life if they strike the First Order down.

The sound of a knock brought your attention toward your door. Dreading for the person to be your mother, you planted your face back in your pillow. Fortunately, it was your grandfather.

"You know she cares about you. Your mother just don't want you to have broken hopes."

You rolled your eyes mentally. "She has a great way of showing it." Your eyes gazed at him. "I know your stories are true. They have to be."

His smile didn't reach his ears. "They are but the war between the Resistance and the First Order is growing rentless. I fear the Resistance may lose as the new Empire is growing larger each day." Your grandfather placed his hand on top of yours. "I hope you will however never see this day."

"I believe the Resistance will grow. I'll even help if they need." You responded braviously.

An unknown look crossed your grandparent's gaze. "I know you will."

...

You woke up alert, the cold sweat running down your forehead and neck. "Another nightmare." It's being a while you didn't get any. You keep seeing flashes of blue, white and red, a dark figure....everything is so fuzzy. Trying to stabilize your breathing, you gasped in surprise when an explosion appeared at the window of your room. Your eyes widened at the view. The door behind you slammed open, your grandfather rushing to you with fear on his face. You never saw him that way, it was horrorfying.

"What's happ—"

"We don't have time, dress lightly and follow me." Listening, you did as asked, grabbing the closest clothes.

You ran behind him, the heart in your chest hurting you with anxiety. "What's happening?!"

More explosions, followed by screams heard as you saw the civilians get shot by Stormtroopers. The houses were on fire and the small greenery this planet had didn't survive the flames.

"They found us." Your grandfather responded and you could only answer with a frown. "What?"

"Take this and find Poe Dameron. He was here this morning and can take you to the Resistance." You looked at the envelopped cylindrial object. "They'll help you learn about the force."

You were lost. "What are you talking about?!" Both of you found another place to hide momentarely behind rumbles.

"I know about your dreams, (YN). I don't know what they are telling you but they are important." Tears streamed your cheeks and your lips quivered. "Tell them I send you and," he pushed your hands closer to the artifact. "keep this safe at all cost. Go."

"Granfather—"

"You don't have time. Go! Find him." He didn't move as you ran to the opposite direction. You didn't dare look behind and held the object closer to your chest. You finally glanced back, only to broke when a flaming light strike him down. "NOOOOO!"

The figure's attention turned to you, changing your body to ice. You moved when he, whoever was behind that mask started walking dangerously in your direction. The weapon was still on. You ran between the debris, jumping, hoping to get as far away from the dark figure of your dreams. "I need to find this Poe."

The forest was burned as you entered cautiously, looking up your shoulder every few seconds for any black or white figure. When you were met with silence after a while, you crumbled on the ground with tears. "Why....why why why?!" He was dead. Everyone was dead, probably your mother as well. All you had for compagny was this thing your grandfather gave you.

The thing....

You lessen your grip and took off the rags around it as your mouth opened in shock. The handle was made of a greyish pink metal, sophisticated but rough looking at the same time. You were almost scared of breaking it. But when you accidently press the button, a white familiar light flooded your sight.

A lightsaber.

How did your grandfather acquired something as unique as this weapon? Was he....

"They found us."

"Take this and find Poe Dameron. He was here this morning and can take you to the Resistance."

The cruches of leaves alerted you and you looked over your shoulder.

"Find the girl and kill everyone else."

Quietly, you got up and walked away, avoiding the white knights as they scattered around the dead forest. You couldn't see where the man was but you supposed he was far behind, letting his lackey do the job for him.

How wrong you were.

After running, you hid again. Thinking on how to lose them. Closing your eyes, you realized too late the shadow behind the snag. The red fiery blade of a lightsaber stayed dangerously close to your face. You were surprised the side of your skin wasn't melting yet. "There you are." The man's modified voice sent a chill down your spine. "Are you done playing hide and seek?"

Without a thought you jumped out, away, reaching for your lightsaber next to you but not quick enough as he grabs it beforehand with what you assume was the force your only family used to tell you about. You didn't dare move, now weaponless. His mask made you uneasy, terrified even as he watched you from head to toes then the lightsaber.

"This isn't yours." He finally spoke after an akward staring contest. "But the force is still there....faintly."

"It was my grandfather's." You gritted your teeth in anger. "The man you killed. Just like everyone else on this planet." Saying out loud that the old man wasn't coming back, anyone, hurt far worse.

You suddenly felt rigid and no matter how hard you were screaming your mind to move, your body didn't follow. He paced closer, his mask inches from your face and you closed your eyes. "They were all allies of the Resistance. This planet was bound to die, infested with the likes of your grandfather." The coldness of the attire touched your cheek, his modified voice now next to your ear. "But you're not one of them....yet." Your eyes opened as the man moved his hand in front of your face and before you could comprehend you fell unconscious.

[loosesodamarble]

Hello soda senpai. It's 🖤 anon here is a continuation of the fic I sent. I hope my writing skills have improved. I decided to turn my reader fic to an oc . Please give your feedback.

Empty manor

Astrea Celeste was busy with her least favorite work . She in fact hated the work of the house head with passion. "Even the paperwork I did as a magic knight was better." She said throwing her pen on the table

She checked the time, it was almost lunch time. She didn't want to leave her work but she remembered her promise to Nacht that she would look after herself. She left her room and walked down the stairs. "So empty." She thought.

She entered the dining room. The table was huge but she was alone. There were so many dishes but she was the only one to eat. After she finished her lunch, she called a maid.

"Clear my plate, and give rest of the food to the poor. Tell the kitchen head to not buy this much food for a single person, we don't have as much money as we used to." 

" Yes, my lady." The maid replied 

She returned to her office to continue her work. "I hate this place, I hate this work, I hate this mansion." She said out loud. "My squad headquarters are so much better. I wouldn't have even kept it if not for..." 

Just then a idea crossed her mind.

"Why didn't I think of it before?" she said and smiled "I should discuss it with Nacht tonight."

(Nighttime)

Nacht appeared in her room from the shadows like he always did. She immediately hugged him, she was waiting for him for hours.

"Hey, how was work?" He asked

"About that, I actually decided something." She replied smiling.

"What is it?" He asked knowing that she must have taken a huge decision.

"Nacht, I decided to give up my noble status and sell this mansion."

"What? But why?" He was shocked

"It's just too suffocating here and there are so many bitter memories."

"But then you won't be able to live the life you are living. It will be difficult."

"I know that but Nacht, this life is too hectic. It's too painful. I don't like this work. I don't like this mansion. I just want to keep a few income sources and leave." She said bursting into tears. Nacht wiped her tears and hugged her.

"I see." He said in an understanding voice as he rubbed her back.

"Ummm.. Nacht... I was also thinking that... maybe instead of keeping the manor, I'll buy a good house..." She said as started blushing

Nacht froze, he wasn't as dense as Yami, he knew exactly what this meant.

"Maybe..... for just the both of us, I know we have our squad headquarters but maybe we could go to that house during breaks." She continued. "I mean I kept this mansion because we can get our privacy. Don't get me wrong, I like your squad-."

Nacht kissed her forehead and she froze. "You don't have to explain, even I want to have some time for just the both of us." He said.

"I see, so if you aren't busy tomorrow shall we go look for a house? My break will be over soon and I want to be done with all the mansion and house head related work before that. "

"Sure" Nacht said and kissed her " I'd love that."

So what do you think? Also is my grammar okay?

Oh~ We went from an xreader to an oc~! How fun!

Astrea Celeste... A very spatial name. Stars and nighttime is a classic combo so the aesthetic of Astrea and Nacht's name alone is attractive~!

The first scene scene gives a smaller snapshot of Astrea's feelings towards her position as a whole. She doesn't like the duties she has as head of house, but she doesn't neglect doing them. Her responsibilities do weigh on her but she has the diligence to see them through. I also get the feeling that Astrea is bothered by the hollow excess of her position, like being served far too much food at once.

It's also very nice that Astrea doesn't take her frustrations out on others (at least from what you've shared here). She's not all that warm in the one interaction she has with her staff but neither does she make harsh comments about the chef's over indulgence. She just makes it known what she wants done without fanfare.

The plainness of the earlier interaction then highlights her intimacy with Nacht. She goes to hug him and lets herself cry, unloading her negative feelings. However, Astrea doesn't mope too long and instead shows some fluster when suggesting that she and Nacht live together. She's emotive without being temperamental. I feel that Nacht would take a lover who is quieter than his squad and easy to be around. And so Astrea being able to voice her feelings without being over the top about works for Nacht.

Eh heh heh heh~! The forehead kiss... Nacht smooching his s/o's forehead is something that's so easy to picture and feels so right.

I can tell your grammar has improved with this new snippet. Like, letting the single sentence of Astrea's idea coming to mind being its own paragraph is a good show of how she has the idea and pauses because it feels like a strong revelation to her. I have an easy time reading the flow of your sentences, although I think some comma divided parts could be turned into full sentence stops like

Nacht froze. He wasn't as dense as Yami and so he knew exactly what this meant.

And the only other bit that caught my attention was the use of "burst into tears." It comes off as a little strong, though maybe it's because I take the "burst" a little literally and picture someone letting out an audible sob. If you just meant that Astrea begins crying very suddenly, I think it still comes across.

Again, I like what you're sharing. It's got emotions and tenderness even without strictly being fluff. The drama isn't on the level of some canon events but it still gets me invested because sometimes the smaller, personal matters are more engaging since they laser focus on an individual. And seeing Nacht being able to support someone rather than need the support himself is nice.

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

Hey Frank, I'm going to tell you a story about something I did in the game Stardew Valley. It's not really important in itself, and I just felt like seeing what kinds of things it'll get you to say.

In Stardew Valley, there are 4 seasons each with 28 days. The time this story takes place is the middle of summer in the game's first year. At this point, the most profitable plant is the melons. They take about 12 days of daily watering to grow, and the store I buy the seeds from closes at 4PM. Before I plant the seeds, I need to till the soil with a hoe.

The player gets a variety of tools and can take them to the blacksmith's shop to upgrade them. They can't use the tool for the day after that--so if you want to upgrade your watering can, you have to wait until it rains on the next day, so your crops still get watered while your can is away. So if the forecast says it's going to rain, I try to take advantage of that and go and upgrade my watering can. The blacksmith's shop also closes at 4PM.

The final bit of information about the mechanics is: with some materials, you can craft sprinklers, so that a section of crops can be planted and you don't have to worry about wasting time, water or energy on them.

Now to really set the scene: It is the 16th of Summer. My hoe is waiting at the blacksmith's because it has just been upgraded. Tomorrow, it is going to rain. I have just realized that I have extra materials that I can make sprinklers with, so I could plant some (48) more melons.

Because it is the 16th of summer, this is the last day I could plant melons. A day later and they'll die just as fall comes around. So I need to till the soil, water it, fertilize it and plant the seeds all today. But I also have to go to the blacksmith first to get the hoe so I can till the soil.

And then I have to make it back to the blacksmith before 4PM so I can upgrade my watering can, because the it will rain tomorrow. As well as get the seeds from the shop before it closes.

When I realized this, it was almost 12PM--definitely not enough time to be comfortable. Thus I began working through an incredible close call of going to the blacksmith, stopping by to buy seeds, placing the sprinklers, tilling all the soil, watering it, and getting the can to the blacksmith. It was really close. And then I still had to spend the rest of the day fertilizing and planting the seeds before night fell (which fortunately wasn't too hard).

And guess what: the extra money from those melons really came in handy. It meant I could get a barn sooner than I thought, and that meant getting a pig in time for them to dig up some truffles before winter. In addition to planting a bunch of cranberries when fall came around.

So yeah, hope you enjoyed my little tale, Frank.

It's been so long since I've even seen this game -- I bought it because of those memes about how you can play it while depressed or something -- but there's something so funny about the fact that, like, the actual game itself is full of life, and it has this weird sense of humanity, and it's got a good soundtrack and the graphics are nice and the character creation is interesting and so on, and, and it's a game I could never possibly play except ironically. It is the kind of game you would enjoy playing ironically, or you would enjoy making fun of, and if it were real life and not a game the world would not be the better for it. And now, ironically, here it is. I feel weird saying this, but I'll say it: The reason I'm saying this is that I played this game yesterday, and it was good.

For the first time in my life, maybe ever, I played a Stardew Valley game without feeling the need to be ironic about it. And it was a weird feeling.

Here is the backstory: I just got a new job. It's my first one in a long time, because, well, I'm kind of a failure at all my other jobs, and it is nice to have a real job again and I was hoping I could get in with the right company and all that, but man, having the right amount of stress and responsibility and pay is different from what I had imagined, and I have to remind myself to get off my phone and be more involved with the community, and so on.

This is the game I played yesterday, after I'd gone into work for a while and had time to think about some stuff -- and a little too much coffee.

I started it because I had a "free time" weekend, meaning that my new job paid for me to be off my phone and on my own for the whole weekend, without any deadlines or any obligations. The problem with this approach is that I don't really know how to play a game like this without being on my phone. I don't actually know how to have fun.

I played Stardew Valley, and enjoyed it, but it seemed like a game that required you to be ironically playing it, just to make the most out of it. In a world with nothing to hold me, I had the right to be a world-burning demon. I had every right. I played a game where I was the protagonist, I played a game where I grew wheat and tilled soil and built my farm, I played a game where I married a farmer, I played a game that seemed good and felt good at the time, but could not last even ten minutes if I played it seriously. How could it?

But that's the irony. Playing this game in my "serious" state, I came away with a sense that it wasn't a game for me. It was an art piece. But that wasn't what the art piece was supposed to be. I was playing it as a game, which seemed ridiculous. I had to look up the mechanics and I realized it was just a pretty farming game with some kind of time loop thing, and that the mechanics were very simple and not very interesting -- but I was playing it as a game anyway. I was playing it ironically. The game didn't seem like a game, anymore.

I didn't feel embarrassed about it. But I also felt very awkward about it. This is weird, because, to be honest, playing a game like this is what I do. I don't mean "play video games," I mean the things I wrote in my last post. I like watching and reading things that make me feel good. I like the kind of stories in which someone can win even when they are really, really bad at life. It's nice to read or watch something that says, "these kinds of people are not so bad, they matter, they are worthwhile, and they can be okay, if they know how to take care of themselves and do the hard work."

I have done many of those things, and I have read many, many stories, and many things that seemed to be about those kinds of stories -- but at the time, it all felt hollow. A few years ago, I even started writing a story in which the hero was really bad at life, and had a really terrible relationship with his wife, and there were no grand conclusions, no catharsis, just a bunch of weird, sad stuff with a happy ending. And now I read that story every day as a daily habit. I read it when I'm already having a bad day.

The reason that this story is helpful to me -- the reason that it keeps happening -- is that I'm bad at life. I get in trouble and I have trouble getting out of it. I have trouble getting off the ground. I try to build my life around all the nice things -- but I always feel like I'm building a house of cards, one that could collapse at any moment. The hero of that story was supposed to be someone who knew that and who dealt with it, but the protagonist of that story was still me. And I still don't know how to deal with it very well.

What happened the other day was, I finished my workday at the new job, got some coffee, turned off my phone, and tried playing Stardew Valley for about an hour. I finished with about an hour to spare, so I thought I might as well play some Stardew, because anything's better than nothing.

I did not enjoy playing this game, exactly. I mean, it was good, in many ways -- there was much to like. But the game was, too, all the sort of life-affirming things I mentioned a moment ago. It was the sort of game where, if I were to play it "seriously," all my workday would be about it. I'd be worried about the crops and the animals and so on all day long, and be kind of unhappy. The farmer would be my roommate. I'd be anxious that one of his cows might give birth in the middle of the night or something. I'd have to wake him up. There would be hardships. I don't mean a game where the challenges are hard, I mean one where you spend all your time being anxious about how little time you have left and worrying about little matters of animal health and all that kind of stuff.

Stardew Valley would be awful. It would be a game that is always about being anxious and on-the-edge. The game wouldn't be "about" anything. It would just be a game about being anxious, forever.

Playing this game seriously, I would feel like that, but ironically I would still be anxious about the same problems, the same things. Because that's always the case when you're making a real-life game, I guess, since it's hard to make any game about anxiety. Maybe it could have a theme, something you talk about when you're making the game. You make a game about what you know. You can't always make a game

[wretchedmosses]

Cycle

I woke up at 9 today, but I left my bed at 11. It always seems to happen that way. I just lay there until my hours are gone. Hoping noone sees me, that I'll be left well enough alone for a little bit if I don't move much, that things will be quiet and I can sleep. Eventually, I do get up, though.

My head is heavy. I feel weak, there's something gummy between the ears. That means I haven't eaten enough. My hair feels greasy as I touch it, I haven't showered in a little while. Maybe a few days. Those are both better than they used to be, I think. There isn't much in the house, so I start to make some toast. My father is awake now, he comes to show me the news he found today.

Malaria and dengue fever are running rampant in our home state, and the podcasters he likes have mixed feelings about the Barbie movie. cool.

The toaster pops at me loudly, insistently. I don't remember putting the bread in. Guess I got absorbed in his talking. These things he talks about have a way of biting. I think as I work in the kitchen, think about the danger we're in. The money I've made and spent and it feels like on nothing in particular, but I don't know if I'd be here if I hadn't spent it and I don't know how much longer I could go on making it. The new workplace is crushing me with nerves. I've never worked an office before, these new people are terrifying and they expect me to speak to them. It's only been a week and I don't know if I feel better or worse than I did at the last job, or during the time between. Everything seemed dim and hopeless then, but it's not that it doesn't now. I guess what I really wanted was something to take the time off my hands. So they'd stop shouting me down for my hobbies, so I'd be a real adult. Do I feel adult?

Oh, the toast is jellied and plated. I could make some tea or coffee, but my teeth are getting worse. I should be saving for my first dental appointment, but I have a whole list of stuff to save for, and I still haven't decided how I'll budget, have I? I guess I'll put that on the list today.

It's a big list now. I don't know if that's good.

The tasks seem to fill a gap there for a while, but I'll feel bad when not all of it is done, won't I? It's all so important, too. To someone else or to me, and few in betweens. It doesn't feel very adult for a to-do list to be so thoughtful and crushing. They're not very outlandish tasks for my age or anything.

I'm sitting to eat now, and I haven't even written any of my tasks down. I'm starting to lose them already. What did I just say I'd add?

I've eaten, and I'm not in so much pain or exhaustion when I stand. My head still feels wrong, but it's been a while since it felt right. Maybe the shower will do it. Or the water, or the tasks. I don't know how I can be so strong to think about other tasks when it's so hard to take care of myself already.

Is that strength? Is that adulthood? I don't feel strong. I don't feel grown.

I wish there had been more time, but I don't rue how I spent it. I was happy in those days. I didn't know the sun well then, but with it missing, I miss it so badly now. It's sunny, but my sky is dark.

In a week I won't remember today. I'll pity my past self for thinking it was so bad then. Or maybe I'll weep for the state I was in. I can't see the bottom, I can't even feel if I've hit it. Maybe that's why I feel sick, and my head is reeling. I hope I've gone as low as I can. There might still be hope of reaching the surface again.

I'm going to have my shower. I'll drink my water, play a game. I have a meetup with my friends tomorrow, and with my DND group today. That thought makes me smile a little. Maybe I'll go for a walk, too. It's not good to be inside so long, my freckles are fading. I'm sure my dad won't like that, but I don't want to think about that. There's a happy picture at the end of the line. I think I can make that a scene from my life. Maybe it's just a matter of the effort I put in. I haven't got much left in my bones, but for joy, I'll lift with my whole back.

[nettlestingsoup]

Enjoy your day off!!! <3

Thank you for the tip! I think I actually needed to hear that! I'm just writing everything that comes naturally for now and I'll try to link it together once I get there. I think I just wish I could post a chapter so I can get some feedback and maybe become more confident but I also know I'd rather have my whole fic mostly written out before I actually start posting parts of it.

I reread "Dorian" yesterday and I wrote some things down I wanted to comment on so I hope I can post it after work today or tomorrow. So look forward to that hehe.

I'm definitely going to reread "all that makes me holy, I found in you" next then! I do recall liking it a lot, maybe even my favorite after Dorian.

I kind of promised myself to stop apologizing everytime I send stuff like this so I won't this time but let me know if there's a different way for me to comment that's better? I don't want to flood your asks but also dm feels too personal, I don't want to get up in your space like that. I saw that there's also a comment option next to the reblog button on every post so idk if that's better?

thanks! i'm taking three days actually because my friend and i are seeing dreamcatcher in london tomorrow!!!!!

i used to write like that but as i went on i found it easier to write chronologically! it meant i had to wait a bit to get to the scenes i really wanted to write, but i found i didn't have so many gaps to fill at the end. both methods are valid though, i got a good few fics done without writing chronologically start to finish.

and yeah, i absolutely cannot post anything until i've finished it, mostly because i know a lot will change as i edit and i may have to backtrack on a lot of things i wrote earlier in the fic. i don't like continuity errors in my published work yknow.

i really don't mind getting asks! i find comments are only easy to reply to if they're short due to the way they come up on my phone screen; so a general rule for me personally is that if it's short, just comment under the post, if it's long send an ask! i see plenty of people having full conversations over asks and reblogs haha, i don't think anyone minds it.

i hope all of that is helpful! <3

[bonesandthebees]

We saw Tommy, Ranboo, Puffy, and Technoblade all going somewhere together.

Tommy must be scared fucking shitless right now. I would bet a lot of money that there was something else going on. Either the four of them were heading into a big important conversation, or they just had a big important conversation. While I expressed in my last ask that I think Phil cares for Wilbur, on some level, it’s not out of the question that Phil’s still doing manipulative stuff.

So I think that Techno and Phil have both noticed the brothers acting strangely, and they’re both addressing it with their respective narrative partner. Phil does so with much more tact. Before the revelation with Ranboo, Phil’s scene with Wilbur would’ve come off as really sweet. It’s only the context that makes it so problematic.

Now this is obviously all speculation. But I think Technoblade was trying to have some sort of conversation with Tommy. Maybe he was asking Tommy if something was wrong/something changed. Maybe he was trying to help Tommy with Wilbur. I’m wondering why Ranboo and Puffy would be there. Techno would probably pull Ranboo in for emotional support – either that, or he told Ranboo his plans to talk to Tommy, and Ranboo convinced him to let him in on the talk. Puffy though? I don’t know, maybe it’s similar to Jack? Is she being Tommy’s escort now? Or is it somebody else? I forget if you mentioned that

Regardless, I wouldn’t be surprised to see that come up again in tomorrow’s chapter.

In other news, I’m loving the feel and tone of this chapter. Time for me to nerd out about writing techniques. You really changed up the structure and pacing of this chapter and it works so well. I know some of that has to do with the chapter being split, and I think it unintentionally makes the chapter even better as it would’ve been as half of a whole. The shorter than average wordcount and impactful scenes really picks up the pace and signals that shit is happening.

This chapter was so unique in so many ways. It was the culmination of one of the major arcs of the fic (Wilbur’s trust issues), it changes up many relationship dynamics, it gives the reader hope while simultaneously cultivating a sinister fear that things are about to go down.

I’m a nerd. I’m a huge nerd. This fic makes me want to start doing video essays. When Stars ends, prepare for the essay. Because once it’s all over, I need to talk about structure and pacing and character development. Those three things are very intertwined, and nailing them all makes for a truly amazing story. You’re nailing them all. I know that I give a lot of compliments but I just have to because damn.

Stars is lowkey my hyperfixation right now. Maybe highkey

-🔥

hmm a big important conversation could've happened... or maybe tommy is just spending time with the people he's supposed to be closest with in the palace. we don't know. but either way, phil and techno have both noticed something is going on with the brothers, i'll confirm that. also, puffy is tommy's escort now. I believe I mentioned that back when jack told wilbur that he was just his escort now? maybe I forgot, if so that's on me. but puffy was only there because she's tommy's guard now like how jack is for wilbur.

aaaa I love when you guys point out details about the writing techniques I use!! yes I changed up the structure of this chapter a bit. I wanted it to feel kind of movie-esque while also keeping a layer of mystery for the readers. you find out about the plan as wilbur goes to the different people involved. you don't know what he's doing until he's asking jack or asking quackity for their help.

I do wanna say though, even split, this chapter was over 9k words. it was by no means a shorter than average chapter. I can see how it might've felt like that or you just assumed since I had to split it, but it wasn't shorter lol.

this chapter was so fun for me to write because it felt like so much was culminating all at once but it was also kind of an interlude chapter. just preparing everything for the escape. the calm before the storm.

aaaa I would be extremely excited if you wrote a whole essay about stars because I've put so much effort into it and I'm so so proud of how it's turning out. it makes me so happy to hear how much you guys enjoy it so thank you so much flame anon. pacing and plot structure and character development are definitely the elements I focus on most when writing a story, so tysm for telling me I'm nailing it

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary296

7/11/24

thursday

have eaten ice cream. feeling depressed.

not about eating ice cream. just because i freaking cut my hair today and i think i cut the sides too short and it makes me sad like really sad like my hair was pretty now the sides are too short i think and i just hate my face but i think it frames my face a little better or something or i don't even know i'm just sad because i think i am making myself uglier and uglier or maybe i am just getting really ugly now, suddenly. i can't think that way or else i will jsut go and hurt myself . but i don't feel good. i feel really stupid. i make my bangs too wide i think is one thing. i could just let the sides grow out a little longer i think. but i am stupid. i am stupiddddddd. i hate my face and panic like an animal in quick sand and cut cut cut until i feel better but then i look and feel worse and i know or think i know no one would really even see a difference. i am just so stupid it hurts myself. it hurts to be inside myself.

so i am just sitting here listening to katie dey's flood network feeling very stupid and tired already at 8 pm.

i sent the email to the cassette guy with the j-card stuff + the wavs all labeled and everything. hope he sees that and is like "cool" and then i'll be like "cool."

anyways. i dunno what else to say. i cooked today and that was nice, and my gf was watching joe biden fall apart on her computer, and i asked about the future, and she said if it gets bad she will hide me away. i really love her, i wish i were not something that might impede her life in any way. does my presence in her life make it less easy for her to be normal, does being not normal make her life harder?

i guess that's how that works, by definition.

i am also upset today because i did cut my bangs they aren't too short i think it's just the sides went too high i guess. i should have tried to just keep it a little bit um more of an oval thing, more pronounced i guess. i hate that i can't feel okay about myself longer than a day i hate feeling ugly all the time i can't take it anymore sometimes or that's how i feel. it's really hard.

maybe the final piece of beauty being labor is that, like much labor, it's final piece which consummates or completes it, makes it true, is the faith essentially in its completion or its end. this isn't to say anyone needs to feel that for it to be complete, but the notion is that as one labors and suffers, one puts stock into what makes that suffering occur in the first place. there is a point. feeling pretty, at the end of all the labor, this is a final piece which creates prettiness, maybe the most important part, the faith is the most important function in that most terrible labor where one's self esteem is abandoned in favor of... i dunno... being image, maybe. but i was always image. so i dunno.

it makes me want to cry too much to think about. but my lack of faith in myself or its impossibility, the final part of being pretty is believing you are, i can't, but also, there's some kind of freedom in this. i know that my desire is one which hurts me. i just can't give it up. i wonder if cutting my hair is just something i do instead of cutting my arms.

just putting this here to break up the misery.

tomorrow i think i need to at a minimum work out 5 minutes of music for the short film, ideally, maybe 10 minutes. i kind of want the song to be continuous. though idk. i guess that might not work. i should just try 5-10 minutes in aggregate for the scenes i have been given. then maybe try and figure some lyrics out for stuff so i can work out new song-y songs to release for whatever is next.

i am tired and truthfully for some reason i want to wake up and have tomorrow be today and that none of this happened. i don't know why but since a kid i've felt that very much, a very regular feeling/wish.

anyway,

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[baekhvuns]

They'll probably have an American tour in summer 2023 🤡 say this to me and my avocado toast Baeksy 💀 nah, but avocado on its own isn't particularly tasty, but I love guacamole and smashed avocado on bread

Also, a lot of those stalkers aren't really fans, like that one Yeosang fansite who shits on him??? Yet follows him around, like? Get a fucking job, bitch

The MOTH novel is so fucking looooong and on-going. It gets spicy cause there are even kids involved. Oh, bestie I read some things on Mr Knight and yeah he did get attention, however he also fucked up. 🔪 I was shook to read who the first father of Latil's baby was, but now there's a new child coming and I hope it's Tasir's 😊 (even though fuck them kids ofc) let's see if the Webtoon ever gets there though. I read one scene between Tasir and Latil that was posted on Tumblr and wheeeeewooooo 👀

The Premier League this season is crazy, Newcastle so high?! No more 4rsen4l 😭 I remember Mbappe's debut at WC in 2018 I was really impressed by him and followed him ever since, also wanted him in RM, but his Frenchiness is showing 😭 stop the arrogance. Football is not going home, oh well... I feel bad for Croatia and Morocco 💔 but they did well

Right, sometimes I'm like "what a shame I don't follow NCT and RV, cause their albums design?! Amazing" but it's better for my wallet. I think Jinni must have violet the contract at some point, not necessarily in a bad way, people are too quick to accuse her of shit... Orbits are really boycotting the comeback (it's sad, cause it looks pretty cool so far, but deserved), I've never thought kpop boycotts could work, but wow

I lost the sight of the 🦘🥊 and was paranoid they'd jump on me once I leave the house akhshahsjshshdhhs. ETL is reserved for me in my dreams, yes 💖 actually yeah, one of my friends had some hate sexual activities that resulted in a relationship and my friend's cousin has recently found herself in a ETL scenario, tho I don't know the details

Southern France is nice! Definitely recommend it more than Paris. Côte d'Azur is pretty.

I'm waiting for lilac Hwa, he even told me he'd like to try purple and remember that random lilac shade he had in Fever Road? It was pretty 😍 Hongjoong needs to do blue again, or Mingi... anyways, yessss long haired Teezers PLSSSS. Seonghwa with hair like this a girl can dream

No because I was about to say FLORIST HWA IS REAL 😌

The beef dumbtinys have with Eden and clam he hates Yeosang 😬 get some help, people. Like I said, there's room for improvement, but he made so many bangers, leave him be

The way he looks here, but he's holding his plush baby so gently. I'll eat him, a silly goofy man

Speaking of SG. COLLAB!!!

I usually pay very little attention to JP albums cause they mostly remixes. The intro and outro is nice, though I don't like Paradigm the song 😭I hope this new song is different and makes me pay attention to this cb (but it's kinda messy, it came out of nowhere and they drop shit suddenly, everyone's broke, the Europe exclusive pre-sale from hello82 was posted AT 4-5AM our time?!?!, the versions are idk... I'm not buying any kpop stuff atm, but I'm not sure if I'm ever gonna purchase it. Maybe the limited version only)

AAAAAAAAAWOOOOOOOOO?!?!?! Giving crucifixion but hot 😳😳😳😳 if he needs bandage person I'm available 24/7

Also tomorrow's KBS Gayo is Y2K themed hmmmm, hope stylists do a decent job

Heeeeeyyy how you feeling? - DV 💖

hi hello!!

They'll probably have an American tour in summer 2023 🤡 say this to me and my avocado toast Baeksy 💀 nah, but avocado on its own isn't particularly tasty, but I love guacamole and smashed avocado on bread

STOP 😭😭😭 IF THEY DO THEN THEYLL FOLLOW IT UP WITH A EURO ONE TOO 🤚🏼 i just think the avocado tastes a lot like grass and earth fbwkfhwk maybe it’s the type i ate but it’s left a bad taste 😭😭

Also, a lot of those stalkers aren't really fans, like that one Yeosang fansite who shits on him??? Yet follows him around, like? Get a fucking job, bitch

half of those fansites are people are whole adults! taking it to social media to shit on them like girlie, worry about your next shift? retirement plans?? obviously not everyone 30+ person is like that but somehow, the fansites turn out be them and it just makes me wonder how much time u got, like if a 20 year old is mad busy BUT YOURE NOT??? HOWIE ???

The MOTH novel is so fucking looooong and on-going. It gets spicy cause there are even kids involved. Oh, bestie I read some things on Mr Knight and yeah he did get attention, however he also fucked up. 🔪 I was shook to read who the first father of Latil's baby was, but now there's a new child coming and I hope it's Tasir's 😊 (even though fuck them kids ofc) let's see if the Webtoon ever gets there though. I read one scene between Tasir and Latil that was posted on Tumblr and wheeeeewooooo 👀

IM SORRY WE GOT KIDS???? WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCKRJWLFHWK IF U HEARD A SCREAM IT WAS ME, T’WAS ME !!!!! omg he got attention? WHAT DID HE DO STOPPPPP 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 whims the baby daddy, tell me idc i will not read this fic, i need u to tell me who married latil, if sonnaught married her, if tasir latil sonnaught have a poly au- who the father is, who the kid is and who does it look like, is it bot or a girl, hair style I NEED EVERYTHING! GIMME THE BIO DATA!

The Premier League this season is crazy, Newcastle so high?! No more 4rsen4l 😭 I remember Mbappe's debut at WC in 2018 I was really impressed by him and followed him ever since, also wanted him in RM, but his Frenchiness is showing 😭 stop the arrogance. Football is not going home, oh well... I feel bad for Croatia and Morocco 💔 but they did well

NO SERIOUSLY WHATS GOING ON FBWNDHEJ this entire year is so u predictable when it comes to footbal, THE WAY HE REJECTED RM FBWMDBWK 🔫🔫🔫🔫 his french ness really is showing bc man what an ego this guy got 😭🤚🏼 football aint going home but the harry meghan docu series is 😭😭🤚🏼 STOPP I DO TOO ESP FOR MOROCCO BC THEY PLAYED SO WELL THEIR DEFENSE? NOT EVEN MBAPPE GOT THRU tbh france winned thru loophole, narrowly won bc mr was not letting them go thru, what a team 🫡 their defense sent half the french players to the hospital 🫡 hopefully the 3rd place play off’s be well to the teams! kinda cried at this thread

Right, sometimes I'm like "what a shame I don't follow NCT and RV, cause their albums design?! Amazing" but it's better for my wallet. I think Jinni must have violet the contract at some point, not necessarily in a bad way, people are too quick to accuse her of shit... Orbits are really boycotting the comeback (it's sad, cause it looks pretty cool so far, but deserved), I've never thought kpop boycotts could work, but wow

YEAAAHH the album aesthetics of sm are truly top tier >>> also wtf???? yg sucks with albums, they always do the ugly ones,,, ahhhh ur right, hopefully she’s away from social media and the comments and focusing on being well! kpop boycott of mama couldn’t work i doubt this one will once the release date is closer tbh 😭😭😭

I lost the sight of the 🦘🥊 and was paranoid they'd jump on me once I leave the house akhshahsjshshdhhs. ETL is reserved for me in my dreams, yes 💖 actually yeah, one of my friends had some hate sexual activities that resulted in a relationship and my friend's cousin has recently found herself in a ETL scenario, tho I don't know the details

NAURRRRRR FBWMDHWK NEWS ON AUSTRALIA “TOURIST JUMPED BY TWO FIGHTING KANGAROOS!” SCREAMING GFBDHD,, WHEN IS UR ETL COMING !!!! MANIFESTING SOME WORK ETL OR NEIGHBOUR ETL 🤚🏼🤚🏼 o…my god. so ur saying ETL can actually happen 😮😮

Southern France is nice! Definitely recommend it more than Paris. Côte d'Azur is pretty. //// I'm waiting for lilac Hwa, he even told me he'd like to try purple and remember that random lilac shade he had in Fever Road? It was pretty 😍 Hongjoong needs to do blue again, or Mingi... anyways, yessss long haired Teezers PLSSSS. Seonghwa with hair like this a girl can dream

i just looked it up and omg it’s sO PRETTY ill def go there saint tropez, cannes cassis! STOP IT DONT MANIFEST IT IF UR NOT GONNA GET TO SEE IT, LET IT BE SOME BASIC COLOUR FHWKDHSK no bc blue hong was legendary, i always see him as blue silver or red headed, blue was so legendary jcbsks MINGI LONG HAIR BESTIE FHWJDHWK

No because I was about to say FLORIST HWA IS REAL 😌 //// The beef dumbtinys have with Eden and clam he hates Yeosang 😬 get some help, people. Like I said, there's room for improvement, but he made so many bangers, leave him be

bestie u are the psychic, ur want came true 🤲🏼 NO REALLY THIS BEEF GOTTA STOP 😭😭😭 if he hated yeosang, he’d do much more than just not give him lines c’mon 😭😭 no yeah, let them vibe, this beef will just strain their relationship if it reaches them, itll do more harm than good

The way he looks here, but he's holding his plush baby so gently. I'll eat him, a silly goofy man //// Speaking of SG. COLLAB!!!

tell me is that not bbhwa going soft, SORRY WHAT HAPPENED IN THE SECOND EDIT DHAKDHWKDHWKD THE ASS LETTER WRITING 😭😭😭

STOP BC DC AND ATZ DROPPING A BANGER WOULD END ME, DAMI AND MINGI DUO 🤲🏼🤲🏼 ON MY KNEES DAMNIT

I usually pay very little attention to JP albums cause they mostly remixes. The intro and outro is nice, though I don't like Paradigm the song 😭I hope this new song is different and makes me pay attention to this cb (but it's kinda messy, it came out of nowhere and they drop shit suddenly, everyone's broke, the Europe exclusive pre-sale from hello82 was posted AT 4-5AM our time?!?!, the versions are idk... I'm not buying any kpop stuff atm, but I'm not sure if I'm ever gonna purchase it. Maybe the limited version only)

imma say it sounds pretty messy, my personal opinion is that their voices are so loud and sharp and the instrumentals quite loud as well so it makes it an awkward mismatch in my opinion 😭😭 this cb is def not necessary but let’s see how it plays! hopefully they get enough rest before the euro tour!! NO BC THERES NO 12PM KST ANYMORE THEYRE DROPPING IT WHENEVER THEY LIKE FBENDB im also thinking of not purchasing it tbh, maybe if the hwa pictures give my heart a change but id tbh save the money bc recession is upOn US

AAAAAAAAAWOOOOOOOOO?!?!?! Giving crucifixion but hot 😳😳😳😳 if he needs bandage person I'm available 24/7

Also tomorrow's KBS Gayo is Y2K themed hmmmm, hope stylists do a decent job

GET THE FUCK OUT NOT THE CRUCIFIXION AGNWMBDWKJDWKDBWKDH THE BANDAGES 😀😀 BOXER PARK SEONGHWA IN YOUR AREAAA,,, no bc the theme is Y2K watch jongho pull up in all black 😭😭 WHERE IS THE Y2K

Heeeeeyyy how you feeling? - DV 💖

i.

come back confirmed.

character of men of harem u say

giving edward cullen a run for his money

[thestarrynightslover]

I'll Make It Okay for You - Part 1

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 3,666

Warnings: Discussion, yelling, some angst, mentions of drugs, and drug abuse. 

Summary: What happens when (y/n) (y/l/n), Harvey’s secret crush and a junior partner at his firm, openly defies him in front of everyone?

You can find Part 2 here.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the show Suits, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So, this is my first Harvey Specter fic and I’m obviously quite unsure about it, lol. This might’ve ended up like one big mess, cause I tried to combine a bunch of Harveys I wanted to see. The perfect recipe for disaster, right? Anyways, I hope it doesn’t suck too bad and, please, feel free to give me feedback, cause I’m also here to learn!!

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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You’d barely stepped out of the elevator when you were met by your secretary that morning. That couldn’t mean anything good.

“Morning, (y/n/n). You’ve got an emergency meeting with Jessica today. Gonna give you the schedule on the way there.” Lucy stated, leading you on the opposite way to Jessica’s office.

“Oh, I got the memo; company’s under attack again. She wants me on the frontlines this time. Louis is probably running around saying ‘We’re at war, people, war!!!’, or something like that. But why aren’t we headed towards the boss’ office?”

“Apparently, uh, she wants y’all to convey at Harvey’s office.” She said hesitantly, as if afraid of your reaction.

“Are you kidding me? It’s the first hour of the morning and she wants me to go see that smug face of his?” You pouted childishly.

“Smug and hot, you mean.” Lucy corrected you, getting an outraged look from you in response, as she usually would by saying anything positive about Specter.

“Shush,” You said, motioning for her to stop talking, “ one shall not praise Harvey Annoying Specter around me.” You stated full of obstination, but the younger woman just laughed you off and said:

“Well, here we are. I guess I’ll just have to send you an e-mail with your schedule, since, once again, we spent our schedule minutes of the day talking about “the enemy”.” She mocked with gestures and everything this time. That Lucy really was a piece of work, she timed the whole thing perfectly, in a way that you couldn’t even repudiate her insinuations because you were already standing in front of Specter’s office door.

Not long after you had entered and Jessica had officially started the strategy-meeting, though, all eyes in the room turned to you, as your phone started ringing in your back pocket. "Shit! I'm- I'm so sorry, guys, I guess I-"

"Can you please take your job seriously for once in your life, (y/l/n)?" You heard Harvey Pain-In-The-Ass Specter rudely remark, as you tried to swallow your embarrassment.

“Well, like I was trying to say, I’m sorry. Gonna turn it off right now, won’t happen again.” You said, directing your apologetic look to Jessica.

“You should just go ahead and answer it, could be something important.” She calmly told you.

“Especially now that you’ve already interrupted our work.” Specter chipped in again, which just gave you more fuel to answer the goddamn phone.

“Hello, yeah this is her.” You confirmed to the man on the phone, while taking a few steps towards the corner of the room. “What??? Are you sure? Oh my God! O- okay, just tell me which one and I’ll be there as soon as possible! Right, thank you.” Everyone’s eyes were on you, trying to understand what made you look so distressed. Except his, of course.

“Wait a second. Are you leaving right now?” He asked with a mix of annoyance and irritation in his voice.

“Yes, I am. I’m sorry, Jessica, but this is a family emergency. I have to go.”

“Well, I just hope you know that this doesn’t look good for you, (y/n).” She said, voice inexpressive.

“I do and, honestly? I couldn’t care less about that right now.” You firmly told her, while hoping your career wasn’t over by the next morning.

“I hope everything goes well for you and your family, (y/n). If you need anything, and I mean anything, just let me know.” Louis told you with that childish smile of his. Jesus, even in a moment like this, he tried to flirt with you.

“Thank you, Louis. That’s very kind.” You faked a tiny smile.

“Unbelievable.” 

“What?” You asked, turning back to face Harvey.

“Your firm is under attack and you’re leaving because of some stupid family crap?” Was he even serious?

“Precisely. And I don’t really care what your thoughts are on it. Our priorities are clearly very different.” Who the hell did he think he was to say anything about your family’s issues?

“Well, that shouldn’t matter because, the minute you walk in here, through those elevators out there, you’re supposed to leave all things personal behind.”

“Oh, right. I’m so sorry that I’m not some heartless lawyer like you, who’s just in it for the petty fights in the name of money-making.” Shit. You needed to get the hell out of there before you said something else to make Specter wanna kick you out himself. So you did. Stormed out like there was no tomorrow, leaving nothing but the very shocked Donna, Jessica, Louis, Mike, and Rachel behind. Oh, yeah, and a very pissed-off Harvey Specter.

Okay, maybe you were a little too harsh, but given the place you needed to go, to do what you needed to do, you didn't care about Harvey, your job, or anything else.

---

It was much later on that same day, around dinner time, that you heard a soft knock on your door. But how could someone be at your door, if the doorman downstairs hadn't announced any visitors? Were you dreaming? Well, the day had been so tiring that that wasn't exactly impossible… Nonetheless, you made your way to the door, whilst holding your very needy three-year-old nephew in your arms. Not that you could blame Henry after the day he’d had.

Since you weren’t expecting anyone, it was reasonable to believe that, whoever it was, was going to be a surprise. But not in a million years would have you ever guessed that Harvey Specter was the one knocking at your door. Especially considering what had happened at the firm earlier. How did he even know your address?

“Hi, (y/l/n). I didn’t know you had a kid.” He stated with a bit of surprise of his own, pointing to the little boy you were carrying.

“No, uh, I don’t have any.” You managed to say, trying to control your shocked expression. “This is my nephew.” You clarified again, a little more at ease this time.

“My name’s Henry. What’s yours?” You heard your nephew ask with his cute child-voice.

“Harvey. It’s, uh, it’s very nice to meet you, Henry.” Harvey told the boy, holding out his hand for him to shake, as a sweet smile came to his lips.

“Is he your friend, auntie (y/n/n)?” Henry asked you hesitantly, before making a move. The Don’t Talk to Strangers Rule must’ve kicked in his mind. 

Before answering him, you hesitated a little bit yourself, though. Was Harvey your friend? Obviously not, but if he came to your apartment in the middle of the night like this, it was probably because of something important. Work-related, of course. Which meant you’d have to let him in, so you settled for what would be the easiest classification for a three-year-old.

“Yeah, bud, he is my friend from work.” Hearing that, something in Specter’s eyes changed, you didn’t really know what, though.

“Well, then, can he come play with us?” He gave you such a cute look, that you almost said yes right on cue. But you obviously couldn’t. 

“You’d have to ask him, but I’m sure he has a lot of other, more important, things to do now.” You tried to explain to the little boy, giving Harvey a look. But you didn’t get too far, as the lawyer quickly said:

“Of course I wanna go play with you! That is if your auntie’s okay with that…” Now he was mocking you, that was the only explanation.

“Can we play with him, then, auntie (y/n/n)? Please, please, please?” God, what horrible thing could’ve you possibly done to deserve this particular punishment?

“Um, I guess... If he really has nothing better to do-” Harvey didn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“I really don’t.” He said, shooting you and Henry a bright smile that you’d never seen before.

“Okay, then, come in. Please disregard the mess, I got this stuff to make dinner, but someone just won’t detach, right, mister?” You asked your nephew with fake annoyance in your voice, as you tickled his sides a little bit. He just laughed at you. Though what really caught your attention was the fact that Harvey, too, was chuckling lightly at the scene, as he started picking up your groceries’ bags from the floor. “What are you doing?”

“Helping you, what else?” You gave him a weird look because, well, it was a weird situation. Maybe he noticed your discomfort because he added: “You look tired, so I’ll help you by making dinner and putting the rest of these away.”

“You’re kidding, right?” There was no way in hell that the All-Mighty Harvey Specter was gonna get domestic for you, of all people. Since he didn’t bother to answer, you went on: “First of all, what was it that you really came here to do, hum? And, second, I don’t need your help with anything.” Normally you tried to be kind to everyone, but, then again, Specter wasn’t exactly your normal kind of guy.

“Well, first of all,” he started in a tone of mockery, “that was rude! Look at the example you’re setting for little Henry!” Oh God, as much as you hated to admit it, he was kinda right, because you had completely forgotten about the little boy still cradled in your arms. “Second, we can talk about the reason why I came here later,” after your nephew’s asleep, was implicit in his speech, “third, it looks like you do need some help. And, for your luck, I happen to be a very good cook when I want to.”

“But-” You could barely begin your sentence, as Harvey sharply cut you off:

“You see, buddy,” he started, motioning to Henry this time, “the quicker we get your auntie on board with the game plan, the quicker we’ll get to eat and go play together!” Son of a bitch! Using a child to get to you…

“Can we please, auntie? Please?” How could you not crack after that pleading?

“Fine, but I swear I’ll make you pay if we wake up with food poisoning tomorrow, Specter.” You told him playfully, trying to lighten the mood after all of your bluntness.

“Oh, trust me, (y/l/n), you won’t. This will be the best meal you and the young man here will ever have in your entire lives.” He said cockily, but without the usual arrogance level, if that even makes sense.

A few hours and a really great dinner later, you and Henry couldn’t help but snicker shamelessly at Harvey’s ridiculous faces, as the three of you played a game on your living room’s floor. Trying to catch your breath from your giggles, you glanced up at the clock and realized that it was way too late for your nephew to be out of bed like that. So you broke up the game, announcing:

“It’s bedtime for you, Mr. Henry.” You watched the faces of the pair turn into ones of pure disappointment, as they prepared to pout.

“Just a little longer, auntie (y/n/n)! please!” The little boy started.

“Yeah, auntie, just a little longer! Please?” This time it was the grown man, one of the toughest Wall Street lawyers.

“As moved as I am by your synchrony, guys, the answer is a big no. C’mon, bud, let’s go brush your teeth. And then straight to bed. So say bye to Harvey, and thank him for being so nice to us tonight.” He looked between you and Specter as if still hoping for a hail Mary of some sort.

“Bye, Harvey.” He sounded so sad, but then he smiled brightly again, as he repeated what you’d told him to say word by word: “And thank you for being so nice to us tonight.” Hearing that, both you and Harvey chuckled lightly at the young boy, who quickly added: “Will you come see us tomorrow too?”

“Uh, we’ll, uh, we’ll see about that, okay, little man?” He tried to let Henry down slowly but, watching the boy’s expression become a sad one instantly, he added: “It’s just because both your auntie and I have a lot of work ahead of us tomorrow, but I’ll do my best, okay?” That was definitely a side of Harvey you’d never seen before, he had even bent down to be on your nephew’s level.

“Okay.” Henry said quietly, seeming to be a little happier, too.

“Okay, then let’s just go upstairs already.” You took the boy’s hand to guide him towards the spare bedroom’s bathroom, all the while shooting Specter a look that told him to wait for you a little longer.

“I’ll wait for you down here.” He said, proving he understood what your eyes tried to transmit.

So you headed upstairs with your nephew and, after a good fifteen minutes of brushing Henry’s teeth, helping him into his PJs, and tucking him in, you finally managed to come back to the living room, where you found Harvey looking through some of your photos displayed on the sideboard. For a minute or two, you just watched him. It wasn’t that you liked what you saw or anything. It wasn’t. It was more like postponing the weird conversation you two were bound to have, because, after all that had happened in those few hours, the atmosphere was, at very least, a strange one. But, almost as if he’d felt your gaze on his back, the lawyer in him was switched on, and he interrupted your thoughts by saying:

“Ah, you’re back. Good, because we need to talk.” You just motioned for him to follow you into your home office. But both you and Harvey looked so informal to be in that kind of environment, that you just indicated the small couch on the wall opposite to your desk for you to take your seats in.

“So, uh, before you even say anything, I wanna thank you for being so kind tonight,” a small smile came to your lips, as you remembered, not only the evening but how your nephew had used almost those exact same words, already imitating you, a little earlier. Specter smiled too, you noticed. “and I also wanna apologize. If you came here to talk to me… I must’ve made you waste a lot of time, huh?” You tried with a half-smile this time, as embarrassment started taking over you.

“What? No, of course not! I'm pretty sure that I told you I didn't have anything better to do, didn't I?" He calmly asked with a smile.

"Yeah, but I'm not buying it. You're Harvey Specter, isn't that what you're always saying? And Harvey Specter always has something better to do, isn't that right?" You shot back in a mockery tone, regaining your confidence.

"Well, maybe. But, not today. So don't apologize, and don't thank me. I'm the one who should be thanking you, I had a really good time tonight." Okay, now you were shocked. He had a good time?

"Uh, okay, um, so... What was so urgent that you had to come here in the middle of the night?" You nervously ranted, while tugging your hair behind your ears. He just stared at you, so much so that you almost repeated your question.

"Um, yeah, about this morning… That's why I came here…" You were already guessing that that would come up eventually, but it was the topic of your conversation? "I know that you and I always had our differences, and maybe even some rivalry-"

"Some rivalry? Dude, I'm just a junior partner, and ever since I started on that firm you've been persecuting me-"

"I wouldn't say persecuting…"

"Oh, you wouldn't?"

"Not since you made junior partner anyways. Now it's just a healthy rivalry between work friends…" He tried to use what you’d told your nephew earlier. 

"Oh, so you do admit you were persecuting me when I was an associate, huh?"

"Shit." He muttered quietly, as you watched him with a victory smile on your lips. "You know what? Hell yeah, I did persecute you when you were an associate." Hearing that blunt admission of guilt, you just couldn't find anything to say. “You wanna know why? I did that because, from the first time I saw you doing your job, I saw this very thing that I see now: you kicking ass, you think I wanted to admit this to you? I’ll answer it myself: no, I didn’t. The only reason why it happened is that you led me to it.” He blurted out, completely knocking you off your socks.

“So, um, you treated, you treat me like shit because, um, because I’m good?” You asked, still unsure of what to think about his confession.

“Well, that was part of it, sure. So, you see, I could understand it when you weren’t particularly thrilled at the perspective of working with me. But, this morning, you said that I’m a heartless guy who only cares about money… Is that really what you think of me?” This time he sounded genuinely sad? When Harvey said that he’d come to your apartment to talk about that morning, you thought he was gonna reprimand the shit out of you for disrespecting him ⎯ your sort of boss, a senior partner ⎯, but, apparently, he was asking about it on a more personal level. A level you’d never really thought played a part in your relationship with him.

“Oh, Harvey…”

“Be honest, please. I don’t want your pity. You don’t even know me all that well, so don’t try to minimize anything. I can take it.”

“That’s not what I was gonna do. And, trust me, you’re probably the last person in the world I’d pity.” You told him with a sly smile. “You’re right. I don’t know you all that well. Or, at least, I didn’t this morning. But I do know that you’re not heartless. Also, I was really out of line then, I’ve seen you fighting tooth and nail for a lot more than just money in that firm. You’re loyal to your firm and friends like no one else and, tonight, I watched you sitting on the floor and playing with a little boy. And, trust me, that meant more to him than you’d ever know, especially after today… Anyways, what I’m really trying to say is that I was so damn wrong and that I’m sorry. I’d gotten some pretty nerve-racking news beforehand, not that that’s an excuse but...” You told him, meaning every word and trying hard to show how much you regretted your previous actions.

“Wait, what news?”

“Ah, it’s nothing for you to worry about, really.” You tried to brush him off.

“Oh, c’mon! You said all those nice things about me, but when it comes to your life and your problems you still don’t trust me, isn’t that right?” His tone was sharply inexpressive, but his eyes showed he was actually hurt.

“What are you talking about? Oh my God, Harvey! I’ve relied on you for a number of cases that I really cared about! I let you in on my apartment! I let you spend an entire night around my nephew! Of course, I trust you!”

“Then what the hell is the problem? You think I’m not gonna give a damn about your family issues? Is that it? Because I am literally begging you to tell me about them!”

“I don’t wanna tell you because I don’t want you, or anyone else on the firm, to think that I’m some pathetic little girl who uses her family issues as an excuse to get out of a tough fight.” You confessed in a lower tone, slightly embarrassed, just hoping he would understand and stop poking. “Things are very different when you’re a woman, you know…”

“I would never think that about you. Family is important. Especially if it’s made of people like Henry…” He said, reassuring you, even though there was a hint of sadness in his voice. “Besides, you said you trust me, so you need to trust me when I say that I wouldn’t betray you by telling people about your problems. I’m not here as your boss, (y/n). I just wanna help you.” He sounded so sincere and, if you were being honest with yourself, you kinda really needed to vent.

“Okay, um, where to start? I have two sisters: Henry’s mother, Kat, and a fifteen-year-old, Lisa. I’m the older one of all three of us. Lisa’s sick, like very sick, so my parents, who are both retired, are with her at the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, to try and get her better. In the meantime, Kat was supposed to go to college, as well as care for her son, between my parents and me, she wouldn’t even need to provide for them or anything. But, a while ago, she overdosed for the first time. That’s when we found out about her addiction. We’ve already tried a million different things but nothing works. So, my parents and I threatened to make her lose her parental rights over Henry, hoping that it’d be a wake-up call for her, but it backfired. She just took the boy and disappeared, then today I get that call, from the police department, saying that she was in custody for drug distribution and endangering the well-fare of a minor. They asked me to go pick my nephew and, maybe, get Kat a lawyer.” And, just like that, you’d told Harvey Specter, of all people, everything. Tears rolling down your cheeks and him pulling you into a hug.

If anyone had told you that that was how your night was gonna go, you would have definitely laughed them out of the room. But now, just sitting there, being held and caressed by Harvey, as you let your armor down, it was finally beginning to look like things were gonna be okay. 

[bonnymori]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Word count: 1200+

Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Megumi x gn!Reader (2) Classic training but no fighting scene I apologise (3) A... dirty humor joke? (4) Idiot in love cough cough (5) Laidback romance, this may become a pattern on my fanfiction :3

A/N: Hello, I introduce myself as Hara! This is my very first written piece! I would like to apologise for any typos, english is not my first language; that being said, I hope this works out alright! :)

It's around mid afternoon, the sky painted in a vibrant blue with multiple clouds scattered around, Fushiguro recalls having started training right after lunch; he politely declined Maki's suggestion of training together, it wasn't about strength or fighting hand to hand today, the struggle was his shikigami. Lately, he's been having problems over teamwork - before, he thought such a thing was impossible, since all of the shikigami were under one will alone, being his. Yet the amount of times the divine dogs have bumped into eachothers, sometimes Nue would simply skip past the target, not paying attention to it at all.

Or perhaps, he himself was to blame. Fushiguro likes thinking about you, more than he'd admit, but now it's starting to distract for real. That's what he need, to think of you- I mean, concentration! And maybe, new group attacks, that would do nicely, too.

He's been beating a tedious dummy for a hour and half now, maybe more. After managing to make up a combo or two, he sits down on the grass, just to breathe for a moment. Breathing is nice, he observes as the divine dogs go slack like their owner, now playing around with one another rather than chewing the dummies stuffing. His black and white snake is watching the banter between the canine shikigamis, tongue coming in and out just like a real snake. Nue settles upon the dummies ragged body, eyes closed- peacefully enjoying sunbathing. Fushiguro had no idea they were so lively until now, now he knew why people constantly asked if they could pet his shikigami.

He glances down at the frog supporting his arm, it's like they enjoy just laying on grass, just breathing like him.

"How many buddies out! Are you training today, Fushiguro?"

At the sound of your voice, you bet his lips casually turn upwars in a casual yet small smile. Kugisaki saw it from distance once, says she it's almost a robotic response.

"Yes, I'm training their cooperation." Fushiguro replies, swiftly getting up. He notices the frog from earlier making a beeline to you, as if to say hello.

So you crouch down and pets it briefly, smiling at the small creature.

"That ought to be hard, specially with a innefective dummy." You approach its remains, chuckling at all the stuffing and cloth scattered around. "Make me your target instead!"

Say what?

"I uh, come again?"

"I'll do the running and dodging, it's much practical this way!"

He has trouble accepting that, even if it's true. You mean more than an ally on his heart, and besides, that's some Itadori-level-recklessy. So he groans, slightly irritated and obviously, worried for your safety. "You'll get hurt."

"Don't we get hurt everyday? Even if there is an accident, I know you'll call them out and help me quickly, you notice things fast."

He does, Fushiguro would help you in a heartbeat- probably faster.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, lash out on me!"

Putting 'lash' and 'me' in the same phrase got heat rising on his ears, but he complied nonetheless. "Just letting you know, I'll stand here and the shikigami attacks."

You protest. "Wouldn't it be better if you fought among them?"

"For today, I'd like to focus on their compatibility only."

"Oh, got it! Next time we can work on the latter option then!" Next time. He wants there to be a next time.

Even though you're the one troubling his mind in battles, he's head over heels. He remembers when it all started, your relationship is basically pools worth of quality time. You came along with Itadori, tangled into the mess back in Sendai. Strangely, Fushiguro clicked with you even faster than Itadori- your collected personality was a great factor, even though you are just as cheerful as the cherry boy.

"You're spacing out, what's up?"

Fushiguro's gaze snapped up to meet yours, realizing his mistake. "Ah, nothing, let's start." His hands folded as your guard rose, so it begun. If you noticed his lame excuse, you didn't comment about it.

The ravenette was pleasantly relieved how easily you could deceive and dodge his attacks, his shikigami may leave a tear or two on your clothes, that he didn't have to worry about, because they're easily fixable. Naturally, the toughest for you to dodge was mostly his snake, sometimes Nue would surprise you from above, nothing you couldn't handle. He started intensing up using the combined attacks, and immediately noticed your faltering steps, earning a bruise on your calf. Although neither he or you stopped, adrenaline rushing through veins nonstop.

You somehow finished training with a bite mark over your forehead, not deep enough to be worth worry. The instant your bodies came to slack, his shikigami ran to you like little children lost in a supermarket. At this point, it was pratically multitasking, to pet both demon dogs while trying not to run out of breath having Orochi wrapped around your midsection. Megumi flushed over the affectionate antics, knowing they were a manifestation of feelings within himself.

Now, you and Fushiguro are spawled on the training field, neither showered, coated with sweat sticking to your clothes, but it didn't matter much.

"I never realized, just how many cursed energy do you have? It's surprising how many shikigami you kept our for this long time." Fushiguro heard you shifting to sit up, and followed you up.

"A bunch." It was not a creative nor informative answer, but you took it in with a smile on your face anyway.

He watched you get up to fetch a drink, careful to not trip over the shikigami also scattered around -- Fushiguro always 'forgot' to put them away next to you.

You handed him a strawberry yogurt box, the same drink also sat in your hands. "Well then, why are you spacing out so much these days? You can be honest with me."

'She's oblivious enough, I'm in need of advice, it's convenient.' So he thought, figuring if he disguised it enough, you wouldn't be able to tell. It's not a big deal if you did, though, saves time actually.

"Something's on my mind, and it troubles me during fights."

"Simple, you can just come in terms with it."

He glanced down, "Why?"

"The sooner the better, when you accept something, it comes at ease on your mind. I'm a hundred percent sure it works!" You gave him a thumbsup, slurping on the pink drink.

"Such faithful source."

"I'm sure it does! The thought keeps coming back because you're denying it, am I wrong?"

Not really, no. Fushiguro wants to keep it as friendship for the sake of your both careers within the jujutsu world; he knows it's dangerous, yet a part of him just wants to say 'fuck it', like if he had the guts to. The ravenette thinks it's a way too much generic way to describe what he feels, but it's the easiest, so he goes with it anyway. The back of his brain fears rejection, part of the reason why he hasn't made a move yet.

"I'll try it out."

"Good!" And you're always supportive no matter what, to the point it charms him more and more everyday.

For now, he's okay keeping it platonic. But, when the day after tomorrow comes, he just might confess.