#and have for awhile but the move has been stressing me out for months and has taken so many spoons

[wornkindness]

also none of you are ready for the amount of writing that's going to happen the second we are moved and mostly settled

[cupcakeslushie]

Hey guys! Just wanted to give a life update. I’m trying to plan with a friend to do a local market on March 9th, so things might be a little slow for a while. And I also discovered I have to move in a couple months, so now I’ve gotta go apartment hunting. I am not too happy about this fact :/ lol

I was hoping to get a lot of drawing done during the previously mentioned 3 day, at home EEG, which I had to do this week, but it ended up being a lot more….distracting and cumbersome, than I’d thought, and sadly I didn’t get much accomplished. (Basically for four days it felt like fire ants were living on my head and it was insanely hard to concentrate. And I could only get up, and be disconnected from the bundle of wires for like 20 min at a time)

Febuwhump has taken a big backseat. I might put out a few more pieces before the end, but I’ve got a lot on my plate with this market so I’m not stressing about it anymore. So if you don’t see me posting at my usual level during the next two weeks please don’t panic! I haven’t “left” or “abandoned” the fandom or anything. Im still plotting out the next updates for EW, Feral Leo, and Brainworm Donnie.

Also if you’ve sent me anything for the TMNT AU competition, please know I’ve seen it, and would love to reply but it may be awhile. We might have to eventually do a bunch in big batches, but I love everything I’ve been sent! And please don’t feel like this is me saying I don’t want you to send me stuff, just be aware I might not get to it immediately!

I’m not gonna be disappearing completely during this time, but I think I’ll only be able to post little sketches and smaller scale stuff for a few weeks. Bigger updates will have to wait, and be worked on when I’m done with the market.

So that’s the skinny, for now!

💚💚💚

[heartsforvin]

A LITTLE TOO FRIENDLY

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!bestfriend!reader

warnings; smut, oral (female & male), unprotected p in v (wrap it up 🫡), praise kink, pet names, lmk if i missed anything (:

summary; everyone thinks you and vinnie are strictly friends, but to you guys, it’s way more

you and vinnie had been friends for awhile, the two of you met when you had just moved to LA months ago, accidentally running into him while trying to make it on time to a place you had to be.

it was a slightly awkward encounter, you had apologized for bumping into him, saying it was totally your fault and you weren’t looking where you were going, and he simply just shrugged it off, not replying.

you shrugged it off, thinking it was rude at first but not really caring, he was just a stranger in LA after all.

that was until the two of you bumped into each other again, this time, not literally.

you were at a photoshoot, getting all ready to start, when you saw him walk past you out of the corner of your eye.

the two of you talked for a bit, exchanging numbers and finally names, before you went your separate ways.

now here you are, in the man you claim to be your best friends room, laying on his bed while he hovers above you and kisses you softly.

all his roommates think the two of you are strictly friends, not knowing the little arrangement the two of you put together weeks ago.

you’d stop by vinnies place a few times a week, wether it was him asking you for a special something, or you asking it in return.

everyone in the house just thought the two of you were simply hanging out in his room, maybe playing a few video games with him, or even making tiktoks.

they have no idea the two of you are doing a lot more than that.

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“v-vin, wait.” you stutter out as the boy on top of you keeps marking you up. you try to push him off to no avail.

you try again, pushing a little harder on his chest this time. “vinnie.” you manage to say his full name this time, earning a smirk against your skin in return.

vinnie loves hearing his name come from you when he’s got you like this. the way your voice either comes out in a barely audible whisper or moan is so hot to him.

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, finally removing his face from your neck, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “not up for it anymore?” he questions.

you chuckle slightly with a slap to his arm, knowing full well that you are in fact up for this, and he knows it too.

although, it is sweet of him to ask, he’s always been that way with you ever since you two started the whole “friends with benefits” thing.

you sit up slightly, looking up at the boy above you with a smile. “i’m actually so up for this, but is anyone here?” you ask, not seeing anyone when you arrived.

vinnie kissed you before answering. “yeah, but just be quiet and we’ll be good.” he tells you with a smirk.

the two of you know that it’s a challenge for you to be quiet when you’re together, but it’s not impossible.

before you have a chance to say anything in return, vinnie already has you stripped down to have you in your underwear.

it was no shock for you, considering his message from earlier sounded very needy.

to be fair, so were you, it was an extremely stressful day.

vinnie had already made his way down to your stomach, leaving kisses all over, making you feel so cared for.

he tugged at the waistband of your panties, asking for permission to take them off.

you nodded with a faint “yes” in reply, vinnie wasted no time removing them from your hips.

“so pretty.” he said as he swiped his finger up your slit, making you arch your back slightly.

as soon as he attaches his lips to your clit, you can’t help but moan at the feeling, putting your hand over your mouth to muffle it.

vinnie laughs as he looks up at you, a smirk spread across his beautiful face.

“be quiet or they’ll hear you. no one can hear your pretty moans but me.” he told you before dipping his face in between your thighs again.

circling his tongue around your clit, he dips his middle finger into your aching cunt, making you buck your hips at the feeling.

“mmh, vin.” you whine as you feel him push another finger inside you.

his movements didn’t slow down and before you knew it, you could feel the knot tighten in your stomach.

gripping his hair, you tried your best to suppress a moan from slipping out. “baby, i’m gonna-“

vinnie’s pace quickened if that was even possible, cutting you off, he removed his mouth from you but kept his fingers pumping harder than before.

“be a good girl and cum for me, sweetheart,” the blonde told you, lowering back down to suck your bundle of nerves again.

removing your hands from his hair, you tightly grip the bedsheets as you cum all over your best friends face.

coming down from your high, you laugh a bit at what just happened. no matter how long you guys have done this, it still sort of shocks you.

vinnie however, finds no humor in this at all. he stands up from the bottom of the bed and you can see the very prominent boner in his sweatpants.

you smirk. “want some help with that, pretty boy?” you ask, making him groan as he climbs on the bed.

kissing you roughly, you thread your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly.

you somehow get the strength to flip you guys over so he’s below you. he’d never admit it to you, but he finds it so hot when you’re on top.

you mark up his neck, making sure to do the same things he did to you, if he can mark you up, you can too.

“baby, please.” vinnie pleads, making you smile. now he knows how you feel.

kissing down his stomach, you pay extra attention to the tattoos, you love kissing each and every one of them.

“what do you want, my love?” you ask, knowing full well what he wants.

vinnie shifts uncomfortably under you, the throbbing in his pants becoming unbearable. “touch me, suck me off. fuck, anything.”

smiling, you get in the same position he was in moments ago, this time, you aren’t laying on your stomach.

the minute you get his boxers off and his dick springs free the man is already hissing, the cold air hitting him like a bus.

wrapping your hand around him, he pushes his head back in the pillow, feeling nothing but pleasure.

“fuck baby, you’re so good.” he praises you, a smile spreads across your lips.

after jerking him off to get him riled up, you finally wrap your lips around him, earning a loud moan from the man above you.

lifting off, you giggle at vinnie, finding it funny how he told you to be quiet but now he’s the one making all the noise.

“stay quiet, vin. don’t want anyone hearing, remember?” you remind him, earning a scoff in return.

going back down on him, you wrap your hand around what can’t fit in your mouth, vinnie loving every minute of it.

deciding to tease him, you kitten lick his tip, loving the feeling of him going absolutely crazy above you.

“keep doing that and i’ll cum down that pretty throat of yours.” he warns, but no surprise to him, you love that warning.

you continue your actions, reaching down lower to cup one of his balls in your hand, giving it a firn squeeze.

“fuck, princess,” he moans, gripping the sheets. “you drive me fucking insane.”

moaning against him, that’s what tips the boy over the edge, barely giving you a warning that he’s about to spill into your mouth.

“sweetheart, i’m cumming-“ he cuts himself off with a semi-loud moan, having to cover his mouth with his hand.

when you feel him cum down your throat you feel nothing but throbbing between your legs once again.

you give vinnie a minute to come down, but before you can get a word out he has you back against the mattress with him hovering over you.

“i’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy until you can’t walk, understand?” he asks, you nod, needing nothing more than him inside you at this point.

he slides his dick against your folds, making you gasp at the feeling, that gasp soon turns into a moan the minute he’s inside you.

“jesus, baby you feel so good.” he groans as he bottoms out.

vinnie scoots you by your ass so you can wrap your legs around him. you do, holding on to his shoulders tightly too.

his thrusts are slow and deep, wanting to feel every part of you, but soon slow and deep turns into desperation.

all that’s heard in the room is skin slapping and the whimpers that leave your mouth. you scratch vinnies back as he hits a paticulary sensitive spot.

“ah, vin, right there.” you moan as he thrusts harder into you.

you earn a smile from in in return, he leans down to wrap his lips around your right breast, sucking harshly so he leaves a mark.

“yeah, you like that, baby? like my big cock filling you up? such a good girl for me, aren’t you princess?”

you try your hardest to not be too loud, but with his praises entering your ears, you can’t help but moan loudly.

“shh, remember what i told you, love. these walls aren’t thick.” he tells you as you cover yet another moan that leaves your lips.

vinnie feels too good not to let out noise, that’s how you tell him you’re enjoying it.

vinnie reaches down to toy at your clit, making your legs shake and hips buck.

the knot in your stomach appears again and you can barely get out the words to vinnie. “v-v, gonna cum. gonna cum so hard.” you whine, feeling the knot burst faster and faster.

vinnie thrusts harder, biting his lip and giving you a sly smile. “cum for me, princess. cum all over my cock for me.”

with one last final thrust, you squeeze around vinnie’s cock and paint it white, moaning as you come down from your high.

vinnie helps you ride it out, keeping his pace slow so you don’t get overstimulated. that doesn’t stay for long though, soon he’s back to his hard pace, needing to chase his own high.

“good girl,” he strokes your cheek, stopping his movements for a moment. “such a good girl for me, sweetheart.”

the praises get to your head and soon you’re a whimpering mess for him again, squeezing around his dick.

“mmh, fuck, gonna cum, princess. gonna paint that pretty pussy of yours, shit.” he rambles.

vinnie soon releases inside of you with a loud groan, making you giggle at his noises.

he falls down onto you, wrapping his arms around your back, hugging you tightly, feeling your rapid heartbeat.

you kiss his head, he nuzzles into your chest more as you do.

“you’re such a big baby.” you tell him, vinnie just scoffs as he sits up.

he rolls over onto your side, kissing your temple before you snuggle into him.

vinnie wraps his arms around you, loving the aftercare routine you guys have created.

“you did good for me, i’m proud of you.” he says, making you blush slightly.

snuggling into his chest, you kiss the ‘break my heart’ tattoo on his chest, smiling to yourself.

“someone definitely heard us.” you tell him and he chuckles.

“oh, for sure.”

hey !! sorry if this was shit, i’m rusty to smut, although i read a lot of it 😭 i hope you enjoyed, as always requests are open !! <3

[idontknowwhatimdoinglol]

Hey! If you don’t mind can you do a fic where yandere Marcus Volturi(movies) finds his mate in a human girl who has a shield like Bella so he can’t use Chelsea or Corin to tie her down. Maybe a stubborn mate that’s not putting up with him trying to lock her up and runsaway to prove a point. Just imagine a yandere Marcus stressing because he feels like he might lose her like he lost Didyme plus like 2,000 years of touch starved and hopelessness. Feel free to ignore if you don’t like it🥰

Ofc anon!

Yandere Marcus volturi x reader (stubborn)

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you ran through the dark streets of voltera out of breath and tired, it would have been more logical to escape during the day but night was when your captor hunted giving you a slim chance at freedom. you came to volterra with your friends on what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation, it was anything but that. you and your friends had been invited to tour the volturi castle unaware of the monsters that lied inside, the monsters that killed the innocent tourists that fell for the trap like so many others. but not you, they left you standing amongst it all scared and shaking, that is when you met him. needless to say it was a surprise and joy to Marcus when he discovered he had another mate, a second chance at love, one that he would never lose again. he was nice at first not wanting to scare you or force you to love him. thinking you would do it on your own he gave you freedom to move around the castle but the first time you tried to escape he became panicked and realized that giving you said freedom would make him lose you. it took him awhile to realize you had a shield gift but it was jane who had brought it to his attention when she found you trying to escape for the second time and attempted using her gift of you, when it didn't work she took you back by force. You were locked away in marcus's private chambers where only he and the few he aloud could be near you, finding out that you were immune to their gifts nearly drove him mad with fear of not being able to stop you from leaving. But after months of convincing him that you wouldn't run he had left you alone, not for long but long enough for you to escape the castle. Now here you were running through the dark streets of volterra, silently hoping the rushing sounds around you were the wind rather then what you escaped from, just as you reached the border of the city you were pinned against a wall, the force knocking the air out of you. Of course the one responsible for this was jane, she had never bothered being gentle with you not caring that you were human. "You know that your are not aloud out of the castle, it is quite rude to hurt your mate by continuing to run from him" she says giving you a blank stare, her red eyes peircing. You managed to wiggle from her grip, half knowing that she didn't just loosen it for fun, as you guessed once your back was turned to the alleyway your mate sped from behind holding you close, his face in your hair. "You do not know how worried I was my love" he mumbles holding you tighter "thank you jane, that will be all" marcus says barely looking up to look at her as she sped away, "Marcus i-" you start, trying to defend yourself with an excuse of why you ran away "shh it's alright my love, I know you didn't run because you don't love me, it's because I haven't given you enough love" he smiles, holding your warm hand in his "the sun will rise soon, im sure your quite exhausted from your adventures" he says before picking you up bridal style, you didn't fight him, you knew you couldn't you just had to accept this for now, until you could find a way to escape. But deep down you knew that you would never escape, he wouldn't let you. You are his mate after all

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[redactahoe]

old friends die hard pt. 1

A/N: heeey so ive been working on this for awhile and am so glad the first part is done.

summary: for the past 6 months treasure has been… off. Porter didn’t know how to describe it but something was going on with his favorite human and he didn’t know how to help. The last time they talked was 3 weeks ago and since then they haven’t been answering his call. So porter decided the next best thing was to drop by unannounced.

Tw//: talk of missing memories and nighmares (kinda), porter is so soft for them its not even funny, this is also in the not so distant future where porter and treasure is an establish relationship, cussing, treasure yells like once

codes: (T/N) = treasure's name and (D/N) = darlin's name

The first but last thing Porter had expected to see when entering his human’s apartment was the living room to be void of all light save for the glow of his treasures laptop screen. Open and set in their lap as they sat on the couch, a weighted blanket resting on their shoulders as the skrunkly little cat they found on the street a month ago slept behind them on the back of the couch. a forgotten bowl of what he can assume is some form of soup sitting on the coffee table along with a half empty mug of tea in front of them. 

Glancing at his watch as he walked closer to the couch, it read 3:30 AM. his gaze lifts back up to get a better look at treasure's face. Their usual dark circles under their eyes somehow had gotten darker since the last time he had seen them. Their eyebrows were scrunched up in a mix of frustration and concentration, lips pressed into a deep frown.

“Treasure, when's the last time you've actually gone to sleep and had a proper meal?” Porter asked, having a feeling that the answer wasn’t going to be anything he liked.

“I don’t need to sleep right now.” they frustratedly almost angrily mumbled out.

“(T/N) im being serious…” Porter came closer, leaning over the couch and careful no to disturb the sleeping feline. He noticed that There were several pictures strewn across the couch and coffee table, some were in frames and some weren’t.

The picture propped up against treasure’s computer was of a tiny 10 year old treasure, In the front yard of what could be assumed to be their childhood home. They were lying on top and wrestling with another kid, pulling a smile onto the kids cheeks as they tried to push (T/N) off of them, clearly enjoying themselves. Porter immediately recognized that kid as (D/N) or Tank, Sam's mate and the wolf from the Shaw pack.

Porter picked up the picture to get a closer look “did you know them, treasure?”

“I DON’T KNOW!” treasured screamed out and through their hands up in exasperation before dropping them to bury their face in them, digging their palms into their sockets. They were both silent for a minute before (T/N) finally spoke up in a quiet and defeated tone.

“.... I'm sorry i yelled at you, it's just- I've been so stressed and so confused lately. It's been driving me nuts!” their hand moved to hold the side of their hand while the other stayed to rub the exhaustion out of their eyes.

“What's going on my love?” Porter's voice dropped to a low concern as he rubbed his treasures shoulders trying to sooth them as best as he could.

“Sigh, recently I've started to have these…. I don’t know how to describe it but every time i close my eyes I see them” treasure waving their hand in the vague direction of the childhood photo.

“But there's always something wrong with them, with their voice, with their face.” “Their face is always blurred out and their voice is always distorted.” “It feels more like someone tried editing them and everything related to them out of my head more than me just forgetting them or not knowing them.”

“How long has this been happening?” Now the porter was really concerned, It sounded like a memory wipe done by the department was wearing off. He’s heard of it before, it was a rare phenomenon that happened to the unempowered that were wiped but re-exposed to the empowered. It didn't happen often but when it didn’t it never ended well for the unempowered in this situation, in the three recorded cases the department has published it always ended in insanity and a trip to and a permanent stay to grippy sock land or the psych ward for those who are boring out there. 

“Ever since I met you”

“What was that?” 

Treasure threw their head back in exasperation “ever since i met you.” they said a little louder, they didn’t want Porter to think that he was at fault for their dilemma. It wasn’t, it never was, it's just that ever since they've known him their memory started acting up. It's like he jumped started buried memories to start resurfacing.

“But if it's been happening for that long then why is it now becoming a problem?” Porter on the other hand was more concerned about the fact this has been happening for a better part of a year now and (T/N) hasn’t said anything about up until now.

“ because only recently have the faces started to clear up, only recently have I've been able to make out any sort of facial features! And when I was able to see a face it sparked even more memory and caused me to rip apart my closet to find these pictures to make sure I wasn't going crazy.” “I can recognize the faces as someone i knew, someone i cared about but their voice and more importantly their name i can't get down, so I've been trying to find a solution but i keep running into dead ends.” (T/N) gestures to the laptop for Porter to take a look and well.. It was nothing but some Pseudoscience bullshit about crystals and shit that would most definitely wouldn’t help.

“Okay, your-” porter stops speaking for a second to shut the laptop before continuing “-going to get up and go shower while I am going to clean up and make you something proper to eat.”

“But-”

“No buts, go.” This was not something porter was going to debate with the human at all. 

So with the end of that ‘argument’ (T/N) got up, stretched(much like a cat, porter would like to add) and padded off to their apartment's shower, their fluffy companion following soon after.

As soon as his treasure was out of ear shot, porter pulled out his phone to call the only person he knew who could possibly help.

[random-thot-generator]

Promises, Promises

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mac Tavish x Fem Reader

Summary: Soap has been trying to move your relationship out of the friend zone for months, and finally gets his chance when an innocent game of pool and a friendly wager lead to progressively dirtier tactics to make the other lose. Let’s just say Soap is “in it to win it” and makes a bold and filthy claim that he’s more than eager to prove to you.

Aaaand... then smut happens.  Yeah, I know. Big surprise, right?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit sexual descriptions (bc that’s how I roll), thigh riding, oral- fem receiving, improper use of a pool table, Soap has a filthy mouth- for multiple reasons, no Y/N, 

(N/A: This thot hit me Friday night and it’s been rotting my brain ever since, so I’m purging this smut. I was going to share it for Super Soap Sunday, but then my internet died, so you’re getting a MacTavish Monday special event. So, gather ‘round the pool table, my good hoes, and let’s get into this.) 

Word Count: 4489

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“Ah, c’mon, hen. Give it up. Ya know yer gaggin’ t’go out with me. Admit it. Yer mad fer me, ain’t ya?”

You rolled your eyes at the handsome sergeant sitting in front of you at the bar, a rueful little smile quirking up your lips. He didn’t even realize how right he was. You were mad for him, and that was the sad truth of it. Head over heels for him, in fact, but you would never admit it to the cocky Scottish bastard. His pretty head was big enough as it was, already.

You had decided a while ago that it was best to just stay friends with Johnny MacTavish. He liked to keep his sexual relationships casual, and you couldn’t do that with him. You already cared about him too much, and you didn’t want to go through the pain of losing him when another woman eventually caught his eye. It sucked not being able to have him the way you wanted him, but it was better than not having him at all.

“Oh, come on, Johnny. I doubt you could even find the time to take me on a date, considering how crazy your schedule is,” you pointed out, trying to deflect his advances. “Besides, weren’t you dating that redhead? What’s-her-name? You’ve not mentioned her in a while. Things not work out?”

Soap made a frustrated face, waving a dismissive hand. “Tha’ happened months ago, Ya know good an’ damn well it was jus’ a quick feck in the lavvy every once in awhile t’relieve some stress.”

You tried your best to ignore the ugly pang of jealousy that curled in your chest. “Relieve some stress, huh? And what’s got you so stressed? Your job?”

“’M stressed ‘cause ya won’t go out with me,” was his quick retort, giving you an impish grin. His blue eyes sparkled in the low light, and you felt your heart give a pitiful little flutter.

Shaking your head, you tossed your towel on the bar and huffed in exasperation. “What’s it going to take to get you off this? Besides, going on a date with you?”

His face fell into a pouting frown. “Don’t see why ya won’t do it. It’d be a proper date, none o’ that ‘Netflix an’ chill’ shite.” Then his frown morphed into a dirty little smirk. “We can do tha’ after the date,” he added, waggling his eyebrows.

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. “You’re an idiot.”

“Aye, but I’m yer eejit.”

You wished.

Exhaling a weary sigh of resignation, you turned to check the clock on the wall. Finally. Closing time. “Last orders!” you shouted out to the pub at large. You glanced back at Johnny and pointed at his empty pint glass. “Do you want another?”

“Naw. ’M good.” He leaned his arms on the bar and smiled at you..

After the last of the customers had shuffled out, you locked the door behind them and started sweeping. Johnny jumped off his seat and began turning up the chairs and stools for you, then went to fetch the mop bucket from the supply closet. He had gotten into the habit of hanging out with you after hours and driving you home after you locked up for the night. On nights like this, he usually ended up passed out on your couch if he didn’t have to be back at base, his snores drowning out the telly. You didn’t know whether to be glad or disappointed that he had never tried to follow you to your bedroom. 

Working together, you had the pub cleaned and the bar restocked in less than an hour. Ready to call it a night and go home, you went to turn off the lights when you spied a couple of cue sticks left out on the pool table, a few pool balls scattered about its felt top. Figuring what the hell, you picked up one of the cue sticks. Johnny grinned as he watched you line up a shot, knocking the two ball into a corner pocket with a satisfying crack.

“Didn’t know you could play, hen.”

You gave him a lopsided smile and shrugged as you took aim at the seven ball next. “My uncle taught me how.” You sank the seven in a side pocket.

“If I’d known tha’, I would’ve ‘challenged ya to a game. I’m pretty good myself, ya know. I bet I could take you.”

You quirked a brow at him. “Oh, yeah? Willing to place a friendly wager on it?”

He crossed his arms across his chest and smirked. “What d’ya have in mind?”

“If I win, I get to choose where we order takeaway, and you have to pay for it. If you win. I’ll pay your tab tomorrow night.”

“Alright. I’ll rack, you break. Deal?”

“Deal.”

The match was fairly even, Johnny just barely beating you by knocking in the eight ball first. You took the loss in stride, ready to put your cue stick away, when he stopped you. “Let’s go double or nothin’.”

You glanced at him over your shoulder, cue stick held aloft to be slotted back in the wall rack. “What d’you mean? I have to pay for takeaway twice if I lose again?”

“Nooo,” he drawled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’m changin’ the stakes. If I win, ya have t’go on that date with me.”

“Really? And if I win?”

He grinned. “Then I’ll let you take me out on a date.”

You scoffed, snickering at him. “Unh-unh. No, if I win, you have to stop pestering me for a date.”

He sniffed, frowning. “If tha’s what ya want,” he grumbled, pouting.

You dropped your chin, shooting him a dubious look. “I thought you were sure you could take me. What have you got to worry about?”

He sneered at you, unable to ignore the challenge. “Alright, hen. Just be prepared to pay up when ya lose, again, aye?”

This time you racked, and he broke. Two solids dropped in their pockets, and his grin went wide. “Best decide now what yer goin’ t’wear for our date, hen.” He gave you a cocky wink before lining up his next shot.

Left to his own devices, you knew he would end up running the table, and you couldn’t let that happen. Sidling up next to him, face simpering, you murmured in a high, sweet voice, “Who said I was planning on wearing anything, Johnny?”

His shot went wide and glanced off the cue ball, making him swear under his breath. He turned to glare at you. “Tha’ was a dirty trick.”

You giggled at him. “Oh no! You missed your shot. That’s too bad,” you crooned in mock sympathy, poking out your bottom lip.

“So, tha’s how it’s goin’ t’be, then?” He gave you a slow nod. “Alright then, hen. We’ll do this yer way. Jus’ remember, it was you tha’ started it.”

You grunted, not in the least bit intimidated. Let him talk all he wanted. You could ignore him if you had to. You walked around the table, choosing your next shot, then bent over to line it up. Just as you went to tap the cue ball, Johnny leaned over and breathed hot on the side of your neck. “Mm. Ya look good bent over like tha’, sweetheart,” he hummed low and filthy in your ear.

Goosebumps erupted all over your skin as you flinched away, your shot just barely tapping the ball you were aiming at. You gave him a baleful look. The bastard knew his voice always got to you. “That was a cheap shot.”

His grin was smarmy as hell as he patted you on the head. “No. That was a missed shot.” He bumped you out of the way. “Now, if yeh’ll excuse me, I got a game t’win.”

Ooh! That cheeky little shit. You’d be damned if you were going to let him get away with that. When he bent over to take his next shot, you ran your cue stick up between his legs and giggled when he startled, missing his shot. He spun around to pin you with a warning look as his lips pressed into a grim smile. He cupped your cheek, dragging his thumb over your bottom lip. “Keep it up, hen. See what ya get,” he told you, his voice gone sinfully low and husky.

You swallowed, feeling your belly swoop in arousal. Keeping a wary eye on him, you circled the table away from him and chose your next shot, being mindful of where he was standing. He remained on the opposite side, hands braced on the table’s edge, a salacious smile on his face. As you lined up to take your shot, he hummed, a dirty, rumbling purr that skittered up your backbone and made your lower belly grow warm. Your core pulsed in sympathy.

“Got t’say, love, ya got some gorgeous feckin’ chebs,” he commented, and you lifted your eyes to see he was peering straight down your shirt. “How ‘bout givin’ us a taste, hm?” he drawled, a wicked smirk tugging up the corners of his lips.

You shook your head, scowling. Just ignore him, you reminded yourself, but it was really hard to do that when you could feel your nipples tightening into hard little peaks. You growled under your breath and took your shot.

Johnny grimaced when you made it, scoffing, “Got lucky,” he mumbled.

Feeling like you had the upper hand, you strutted around the table until you were standing beside him again, then bumped him out the way. “Are we still talkin’ about this game or, uh... your game?” you asked, with a nasty little smirk.

He narrowed his eyes at you. “An’ what’s tha’ s’posed t’mean?”

You took another shot, sank another ball, then straightened to give him a sly smirk. “You talk a good game, Johnny, but you’re never gone for more than five or ten minutes when you sneak off with one of your little birds. The way I see it, if they managed to get off at all, it would have to be pure luck.”

His mouth fell open in shock, and an airy little giggle bubbled up out of your throat at his expression. You turned your back on him to line up your next shot, feeling all full of yourself and confident, but then gasped when you felt his hands take hold of your hips and tug you back against him.

His mouth was right at your ear when he rasped out, “So you’re timin’ me, are ya, hen? Are ya jealous? Hmm? Don’t you worry tha’ pretty head o’ yers, sweetheart. I promise, I’ll take good care of you. I’ll have ya screamin’ my name in five minutes. Give me ten, an’ I’ll have ya cummin’ 'round my cock.”

You literally shuddered at his words, a trembling breath stuttering out between your parted lips as lust coursed through you, hot and heady. Holy shit, were you actually shaking right now? Get your head back in the game, you silently admonished yourself. Averting your eyes, you sniffed in derision, “Please. You think you could get me off in five minutes?” you scoffed and shook your head, but there was little force behind your words with you voice gone all quavering and breathless.

He pressed himself closer, a low, filthy chuckle rumbling in his chest. “I’d get ya off in three, hen,” he murmured, his lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

Heat pulsed through your core and you felt your panties grow damp. Shit! You bit your bottom lip and did your best to maintain your composure. “Hah! Th-Three minutes? I call b-bullshit,” you stammered out.

His hands gripped your hips tighter and he pulled you right up against his crotch, letting you feel just how much this little back-and-forth was affecting him. He gave a slow rut of his hips, rubbing the bulge in his jeans on the swell of your ass. “I wouldn’t even have to use this on ya,” he taunted, rutting against you again. “Jus’ me mouth.” His tongue traced the curve of your ear.

A strangled little whimper caught in the back of your throat, your knuckles going white as you gripped the edge of the pool table. “F-Fuck, Johnny...”

His lips were skimming down your neck, his breath coming out in soft, hot pants against your skin. “Let me show ya what I can do fer ya, sweetheart. Let me be good to ya, make ya feel good, aye?”

He hadn’t even really touched you yet, but you could already feel your arousal seeping out of your clenching channel to pool in your panties. “W-We shouldn’t...” you breathed out, trying to argue, but then his hands slid around your waist, one hand trailing down until he was cupping your clothed pussy in his big hand. A low, guttural moan clawed its way out of your throat. Your knees gave a little wobble.

You were in trouble.

Of its own volition, your head tilted to the side to give him better access, and he groaned into your neck before he began trailing hot, wet kisses up to your ear. He caught the lobe between his teeth before pulling it between his lips to suckle at it. The hand cupping your pussy squeezed, and another filthy moan escaped your lips.

“Y feel s’good, love. S’feckin’ hot,” he whispered, and your heart gave a hard thud in your chest. When his hand came up to clutch at your breast through your shirt, you whimpered. He gave a frustrated growl and turned you in his arms, crowding you back against the pool table as his arms wrapped around your back, hands gripping and pulling at you. “Feck, let me kiss ya, hen. Please?” he asked, voice desperate and plaintive.

You peered up at him, enthralled by the darkened blue of his eyes, the expanded void of his pupils. The way he looked at you had your hands shooting up to grasp the sides of his head, pulling him down to crash his lips to yours. This time, he whimpered, melting into you for a brief moment, but he soon recovered and took charge of the kiss.

No one had ever kissed you like that before. There was hunger in his kiss, an aggression that spoke of pent-up lust and insatiable need. The fierceness of it had you gasping against his mouth, and Johhny, never one to miss an opportunity, delved between your parted lips, tangling his tongue with yours as he groaned into your mouth.

He had slotted his knee between your thighs while he kissed you, and he lifted it, now, notching it firmly against your aching sex. You whined at the contact, hips bucking on instinct to gain more friction for your swollen clit.

“Feck, tha’s it, love. Ride it,” he encouraged you. One hand supporting your back, he used the other to help guide your hips, hissing out curses as he dragged your aching pussy back and forth along his flexed thigh. “God, I bet yer feckin’ soaked, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”

You could only whine and drop your head to his shoulder as he slowly pushed and pulled you to the very edge of orgasm. “J-Johnny... I―”

“Jus’ let go fer me, love. Let it happen,” he crooned at your ear, pressing a kiss against your temple. “Jus’ like that. Tha’s it. Feckin’ hell, yer so beautiful like this. Cum fer me, sweetheart. C’mon. Let me have it.”

A wavering cry fell from your lips as your orgasm swept over you like tidal wave. Sparks danced behind your eyelids, and your body went slack in his arms as your knees clamped around his thigh.

“Tha’s good, sweetheart. Ride it out. Did so good fer me,” he murmured, grasping the nape of your neck as he helped grind you against him, not stopping until your legs gave out and released the vice grip on his thigh. 

His voice and hands were both trembling as he caught you by the thighs and lifted you up to set you on the pool table, whispering praises in your ear. You could do little more than lean into him, pressing sloppy kisses at his throat as you pawed at his chest. “Oh, my god...” you breathed into his skin, panting.

His hands were rubbing circles over your back, giving you time to come down from your high. “I want ta make ya feel good, sweetheart, show ya what I can do fer ya. Will ya let me, love?”

You nodded like a dashboard bobble head, as you gasped out, “Yes! Please, Johnny.”

That’s all he needed to hear. Leaning past you, he swept his arm across the pool table, scattering the remaining pool balls in all different directions, before laying you back on the crimson felt. His hands went to the waist of your leggings, fingers curling into the material, giving them a quick tug. A sexy little smile appeared on his face when you eagerly lifted your hips to accommodate him. He pulled them down your legs, taking your underwear with them, giving a sharp inhale when his eyes finally landed on your slick lower lips.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathed, rushing to yank the shoes from your feet before stripping off your leggings and panties, and then tossed them aside. “Would ya look at tha’,” he whispered, brushing his thick knuckles down your wet slit. “Yer s’soft, love,” he murmured, bringing his hand up to his mouth to drag his tongue over the bony ridge. A grating moan was exhaled. “Mmm, ya taste so good, too.”

Your whimper came on the heels of the slick you could feel seeping out of your quivering folds, running along the seam of your pussy to drip onto the edge of the table. You were staring up at the ceiling in a daze, not caring what he did, so long as he touched you down there. “Johnny, wh-what are you―”

“Shh, love. Jus’ lay back an’ let me take care of ya. Tha’s a good girl.”

His hands were gliding up and down your sides, pausing briefly to massage your breasts. “Sweet Jaysus, cannae wait to see these,” he mumbled, brushing his thumbs over the nipples. He gave them a teasing little pinch, huffing out a breathy laugh when you whimpered and squirmed. “Sensitive little thing, ain’t ya, sweetheart?”

You threw an arm over your eyes, embarrassed. “C-Can’t help it. Don’t laugh.”

“No no, love,” he cooed, pulling your arm away. He leaned over you to stare into your eyes. “Not laughin’ at ya, love. I jus’ can’t believe I finally have ya like this.”

 He pressed his lips to yours, sighing into the kiss. You could feel his cock flexing inside his jeans, straining to get out. He pressed himself against your weeping core, slowly grinding against you until you were whimpering again. “Can’t wait t’be inside ya, love, but there’s somethin’ I got t’do first.”

His body slid down yours, lips grazing over your sternum, kissing each breast, pushing your shirt further up to plant soft kisses over your belly and hips. He licked a wet stripe above your mound, catching your hips in his hands when you rolled them up into his face. “Bless me, the way ya move, hen. Drives me feckin’ mad.”

His pressed his nose into your sex and inhaled, moaning into it before you felt the first touch of his tongue. He had dipped the tip of it into your wet folds, flicking it over your clit, before drawing back as you jolted in his grip. You looked down your body, worried that you had done something wrong or did something he didn’t like, but when he lifted his eyes to meet yours, all you saw was the wolfish grin on his face and the devilish gleam in his eye. He fiddled with the watch on his wrist, removing it and noting the time, before pressing it into your hand.

“Keep an eye on it, hen,” he husked above your folds. “Remember. Three minutes.”

Your brows shot up, mouth gaping open. “Wha― Haaah! Fu-Fuck!”

Johnny didn’t waste any time, plunging his tongue into your wet heat. His hands were like vice grips on your bucking, squirming hips as he devoured you, making the most lewd, wet, sloppy sounds as he devoured you. He slurped at your juices, sucked at your clit, slithered his tongue up into your clenching channel, all while you mewled and cried and flailed, helpless against the onslaught. You could feel the orgasm building, rocketing towards that blissful peak, and you panted out his name again and again, your hands clutching at his head, not sure if you wanted to push him away or pull him in closer, it was so overwhelming.

He was lapping at you, snaking his tongue from your entrance up to your clit, swirling it around the taut little nub. When he sealed his lips around it and began flickering his tongue over it, you gasped, then a warbling cry flew past your lips when he drew it between his teeth and sucked, so hard. The cry turned to an escalating wail as your back came off the table, but his hands held you down, and he moaned into your pussy, the vibration sending you right over the edge.

Your climax hit you like a Mac truck, barreling out of your core in a rush of hot slick. You could hear Johnny, still buried between your legs, moaning and growling as he gorged himself, refusing to let a single drop escape his greedy mouth. Tremors shook through your frame, your legs flopping to either side of him, unable to control your shaking muscles. You were a virtual rag doll, helpless against his lewd ministrations as he drew your orgasm out to the very last quivering spasm.

You laid there, spent and shaking, heaving for breath, mind spiraling in a tailspin. You were barely aware of his hand coming up and taking his watch from your limp fingers, wondering at his grunt of satisfaction. At some point, he stood, and you could feel his hands on you again, petting you with soothing, languid strokes.

“Look at me, love,” he coaxed, cupping your cheek in his palm. “C’mon, sweetheart. Come back t’yer Johnny, now.”

You blinked your eyes open to see him hovering over you. The entire lower half of his face was smeared with your slick, lips swollen and shiny, a gleaming bright red hue. His mohawk was a wild, spiky mess, his flushed cheeks bunched up, blue eyes crinkled at the corners by the huge smile stretched across his face. “There’s my girl,” he whispered, before capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss.

You could taste your cum on his lips, on his tongue, and so help you, if you didn’t feel that heady swoop of arousal in your gut again. You were ruined. He had completely and utterly ruined you for anyone else, and he knew it.

He lifted his watch up in front of you, brows raised. “Two minutes, forrty-seven seconds,” he informed you, grinning. You huffed out an exasperated breath and rolled your eyes shut. “Ah-ah,” he murmured in a tender but teasing tone. “No hidin’ from me, now, love. C’mon. Open those pretty eyes fer me.”

You dragged open your heavy lids, peering up at him with hooded, glassy eyes. “What?” you rasped out, your voice gone husky from― God help you― screaming his name. Just like he said you would.

His face softened. “Are ya alright, lovie?” he asked, caressing your cheek with his thumb. “It wasn’t too much, was it?”

Your hand came up to cradle his jaw, your thumb brushing over his swollen bottom lip. “I’m okay. Think I’m just still a little out of it. No one’s... Nobody has ever made me feel that way before, Johnny,”

If Johnny thought he had fallen for you before, he was dead certain of it now. Your confession sent him soaring into orbit, even as it melted his heart. “Yer never gettin’ rid o’ me now, hen. Yeh’ll have t’beat me off with a stick, an’ even then, I’d still come crawlin’ back t’ya.”

Your brow creased. “Don’t tease me like that, Johnny.”

He gave you a wry smile. “Not teasin’ ya, sweetheart. I mean it. I finally ― Jaysus, I finally got ya, an’ I ain’t lettin’ ya go.” He dipped his head down to catch your eyes. “I hope ya feel the same.”

You stared at him, eyes searching his face, looking for that smirk to appear, for him to say he was just messing with you, but all you saw was sincerity and affection reflected in his eyes. It felt like a weight lifted off your chest. “I do. Always have.”

His smile could have lit up the whole of London. “Aye?”

You smiled back at him and nodded. “Aye.”

He darted his head down to kiss you again, his hands starting to roam again with purpose. Your arms came to twine around his neck as his hands grasped your thighs and tugged you forward.

You broke the kiss, startled, and looked up at him. “What are you doing?”

He reached over and grabbed his watch, wrapping your fingers around it. “Did ya ferget what I told ya, lovie? Remember? I said I’d have ya screamin’ me name in five minutes, an’ have ya cummin’ on me cock in ten.” Your eyes went wide as he reached down and undid his belt and jeans, pushing them down til his cock sprang out. It smacked against his lower abdomen, and you gulped as you took in its length and girth. Apparently, they grew ‘em big in Scotland. Holy shit.

“Now, love,” he murmured, grasping your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. “I’d advise ya to hang on, ‘cause I’m about to make good on the rest o’ that promise.”

And let it never be said that Johnny MacTavish was nothing if not a man of his word. Needless to say, you didn’t make it into work the following evening, not the way you were walking.

[lasbiarez]

Cat Owner Hua Cheng AU

This is really long BUT HEAR ME OUT

Modern setting: Hua Cheng lives alone in an apartment and he hates life, hates his job, hates his neighbours, and literally everyone he meets. He can't get out of bed most days except to go to work and he doesn't have any friends to talk to

One day he finds this filthy cat in his room who's taking shelter from the rain. The cat has a name tag that reads: Xie Lian

Hua Cheng really wants to kick this cat out, but it's still raining so he supposes Xie Lian can stay until the rain stops. Which took longer than he anticipated, but he won't add animal cruelty to his many list of horrible actions by throwing it back in the rain

While waiting Hua Cheng might as well clean this cat up so it doesn't get mud everywhere! The cat sits still as he scrubs a concerning amount of dirt off of it. He realises that its fur is,,, really soft??? Huh.

Despite being relatively well mannered for a cat it's flighty and hides a lot, flinching and running away at any loud noises. Hua Cheng is more than happy to be left alone

The rain eventually stops. By then Xie Lian is already sleeping so Hua Cheng can't really just kick it out, right? Fine, it can stay a little longer. ONLY until it wakes up!

The cat wakes up the next day, by then Hua Cheng needs to go to work. He can handle Xie Lian AFTER work, surely. But once he got home he was too tired to do that, so the cat gets to stay another day

Three days passed. Hua Cheng can't just leave this cat to starve or eat whatever leftover is in the fridge, that's basically chipping away his own ration of food to eat! He buys cat food

A week passed. Hua Cheng came back from work stressed out of his mind. Xie Lian seems to notice this and decides to sit on his lap. He purrs. Hua Cheng doesn't know how to move him and fumbles around awkwardly in his seat before eventually petting him. Okay. Maybe this cat is a little bit cute

A week and a half in, Hua Cheng notices this cat is Insane

Xie Lian is clumsy and Hua Cheng has started to wonder wether this cat enjoys endangering his own life on purpose. He knocks over vases and then jumps down on the shards, slips on the floor when he runs around, crashes into walls, bites cables, jumps off multiple story buildings

Hua Cheng is surprised that this cat is still alive!

But... it's a change of pace, it's certainly a motivation to get out of bed every morning and make sure he hasn't accidentally killed himself. He's Surely Not worried about the cat's safety, he just gets a little fussy whenever Xie Lian almost walks into traffic, fretting over whatever poisonous thing Xie Lian decides to put into his mouth this time. But that's IT. He Does Not Care

...He bought a carpet for Xie Lian so he doesn't keep slipping when he runs around

Three weeks in Hua Cheng brings Xie Lian to the vet. Xie Lian is scared of needles and hisses at the doctor, Hua Cheng laughs at the display. That's probably the first genuine laugh he had in years

He's... leaving the house more often now to bring Xie Lian on walks and buy cat food and toys. Maybe he enjoys the many detours Xie Lian would accidentally drag him to, a change of scenery once in awhile is good for him—He needs the exercise anyway.

Hua Cheng befriends a pet shop owner. He thinks liking fish out of literally any other animal is a little weird, but He Xuan's a decent guy to talk to when he's bored

A month later Xie Lian gained weight and isn't as flighty as before, he approaches Hua Cheng more often and demands (meows at him and lightly scratches his thighs) for his attention. Maybe Hua Cheng chuckles a bit whenever he does

It also doesn't slip his attention that despite being very well mannered and polite Xie Lian does not do as he's told. Ever. He'd actually do the complete opposite of what Hua Cheng tells him to do and then look at him innocenly like he didn't know what he did wrong

Hua Cheng finds it endearing

A month and a half in. Dry cat food has been upgraded to various meats and maybe a couple of fancy cat meals, Xie Lian has his own scratch post and towers to climb on and jump safely from. Xie Lian also gets his own bed, but more often than not sleeps curled up against Hua Cheng

Two months in... Hua Cheng bought a cat backpack... he starts bringing Xie Lian to work

His coworkers adores Xie Lian. Coos at him, pets him. Hua Cheng grows slightly protective over the cat, threatens anyone who so much as touches the cat wrong. He gets snappy and quick to anger whenever someone mistreats Xie Lian, but he no longer feels absolutely unapproachable with such a cute cat by his side

Some of his coworkers... actually likes him. Hm.

Three months later Xie Lian comes over whenever Hua Cheng calls for him. Hua Cheng successfully made his apartment room cat friendly. Xie Lian no longer accidentally set his fur on fire trying to watch Hua Cheng cook

Four months in. Xia Lian accidentally licks Hua Cheng's finger while feeding. Hua Cheng realises he would die for this cat

A week after Hua Cheng finally admits that he cares about this cat and he'd watch the world burn if something happened to him this Random Man (/neg!) shows up at his door, looking for Xie Lian. How dare he not take care of this cat for months and now demanding him to be returned!

The man asked very nicely, Hua Cheng is just being dramatic

Hua Cheng is obviously defensive about this. He accuses the man with pet negligence and is very unpleasant and rude the entire conversation, dissing the man's lack of style, insulting his eyebags and dishevelled look. The man doesn't seem to mind and actually looks... resigned towards Hua Cheng's verbal assault

Until the man introduces himself as Xie Lian

"...You named your cat after yourself?" Hua Cheng was ready to poke at this man's apparent self importance and vanity

Human Xie Lian laughs awkwardly, "No, he's actually my cousin's cat but he doesn't take care of him very well. He thought it would be funny to name the cat after me."

...okay, Hua Cheng isn't suddenly going to feel bad for the man just because his cousin makes fun of him. The man still didn't take care of cat Xie Lian when it's apparent that he should step up!

"—And I really should take better care of him, but I was in a car accident and got into a coma for a few months. I just got out this week so I've been looking for him while catching up with my own work. I'm sorry for the inconvenience." Xie Lian continues like he's talking about the weather, sounding... weirdly sheepish for a man who was in a life threatening situation

Oh... OH. Now Hua Cheng feels a little bad for being so unreasonable considering the man was literally dying and apologising about it

Hua Cheng sighs, opens his door wider, and says, "Let's talk about this inside."

"Of course, I'm sorry again—"

That's when human Xie Lian realises Hua Cheng's room is filled wall to wall with cat things, he has portraits of cat Xie Lian on every furniture—a lot of them. It should be concerning it this point, but human Xie Lian just chuckles, albeit awkwardly

"You seem to be attached to him..."

Then they get joint custody over this cat, they slowly fall in love, then they got together and Xie Lian moves in

Hua Cheng, with all seriousness, replies calmly, "I will kill you if you try to take him away from me."

The end!

[leclerced]

see now like. thoughts about Max and Oscar with a girlfriend who has like a little farm with chicks and ducks and baby cows and sheep and horses. Max with baby cows and baby ducks. Oscar riding a horse?? save a horse ride a cowboy.

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maybe its the texan in me but oscar riding a horse is so sexy. here are some scattered thoughts

they would spend a lot of their off time at her farm, like an off grid kinda moment !! it’s out in the middle of nowhere, in one of those little historic towns called rosebud or smth cute. they do farmer’s markets on the first and third weekend of the month; saturdays are for produce and sundays are like a flea market. she makes preserves and stuff like that with her garden harvests and sells that and fresh produce at the farmers market!! maybe does some kind of crafts and sells those on sundays, like jewelry or soap?

in the beginning, oscar’s probably really comfortable with all of the animals than max, and maybe just wants to impress her by helping out. max is chill with cats, but kind of disinterested in the other animals until his partners are spending all their time tending to the animals and he can never find them. like he wants a cuddle and they’re out in the chicken coop collecting eggs, brushing the horses, feeding the animals, or tending to the garden. max probably complains when the chicken coop or barn stinks and oscar n reader are just like, “yeah babe. animals shit here. help us move it over to the compost (:” and he’s scrunching his nose n walking away.

he goes out to say hi bc he’s been streaming all day, ends up helping them with whatever they’re doing as long as it’s not cleaning the barn or coop. she teaches oscar how to ride first and max watches from the edge of the fence, feeds the horses sugar cubes n gives them pets but it takes him awhile to wanna get on one. kinda worried he’ll get thrown off and not be able to drive. he’d love the chickens and ducks, he’d sit in the yard and ducklings would pile up in his lap bc he’d feed them berries from the garden. he’d have a herd of ducks n chickens following him around the yard while he scatters feed. he’r be soo happy that they’re following him around in the moment, but get annoyed when every time he goes outside a herd of birds is accosting him bc he spoiled them

there’s one day she asks for help milking cows and both of them NOPE out of the barn. she’s like ): okay i’ll call my neighbor he’ll come help out. they kinda wanna be jealous bfs and say, “no don’t call him we’ll do it.” bc wdym you’re calling another man for help when you have two boyfriends? but there’s no fucking way they’re milking a cow. neighbor comes over and it’s like a 70 yr old grandpa when they were imagining and stressing over some hot cowboy 😭

when it comes time to shear the sheep, they’re both fucking confused. she hires someone to do it bc she can’t do it on her own but they all watched and max and oscar are a bit amazed when it’s all over and the sheep are all so much smaller without the fluff.

[syoddeye]

Hi Sy, please delete this if it is too personal or awkward lol Genuinely, I don't know how to write this. You are one of the oldest writers I follow and I have followed you for months. I am a big fan! I am contacting you because I have seen you post about being in fandom for over a decade (?). This is probably trivial but what do you do when people in fandom do not like you? Or your content doesn't get notes? I am having a hard time making friends. I send asks and comments but nobody engages with me or my content. Please delete if you don't want to answer I am sorry lol

hi friend, sorry this took a minute to answer but i saw it right as i was crumbling to dust. "you're one of the oldest writers i follow"? OUCH. just joking. i forget that for many of y’all, being in your 30s and up = ancient. sincerely my feelings are not hurt i am delighted to be out of my 20s ANYWAY

what do i do when people in fandom do not like me?

honestly, unless someone directly tells me otherwise, i assume we're cool. it's the same offline. and nobody has ever reached out to inform me—usually they just block me, which is fair, fine, and better for everyone in the long run. when you’ve participated in fandom (and life? 💀) for so long, you learn to follow what makes you happy and let go of the rest. including people.

what do i do if my content writing and art and fan contributions don't get notes?

while i write for myself and my bubble of friends, i won't lie and say i don't enjoy seeing my stuff go far. i am a human being. i am not immune to the numbers! but if you're new to a fandom and struggling to build community, it can take awhile to see "results". that doesn't negate the value of your contributions. there is this post i reblogged the other day i think is relevant:

it's not an exact match BUT i want to emphasize the "3 random lesbians" line. keep creating. you will find your three lesbians*. then you'll get introduced to their three lesbians, and so on and so forth. (i quit tumblr years ago, started posting to ao3 in 2023, made friends there, followed them here, and wa-bam. gradually found community.)

*they may not be lesbians

communicating on the internet has been difficult since day one. if you only knew how many conversations i’ve killed by shoving my foot in my mouth and out the back of my skull. sometimes folks are busy. or don’t know what to say beyond thank you. or they genuinely don’t want to respond. try not to dwell on it. easier said than done, i know, but in my experience, it’s hardly ever personal.

i think it’s also worth reflecting on your participation on a regular basis. take a temp check: am i having fun writing/drawing? am i creating what i want to create? does this make me feel bad and if so, how? does this fandom stress me out and if so, how? your answers will help you make decisions on how you move forward, whether that’s changing up your style, your following list, your block list, filtered content, etc.

fandom is a marathon. the course is different for every single person. just remember you can take breaks, watch other runners, quit, and rejoin at anytime.

(if any of my fellow Ancient Beings and/or anyone wants to add their wisdom to this, please do)

[yawn-junn]

helloo it's the minjae anon again!

I looked ur prompt list and I wanted to ask a imagine with the 4th prompt w buzz love-&tem plss

hope ur doing great and thx in advance

♡︎The Buzzing Sound - Minjae♡︎

A/n: hello anon! Thank you for requesting <3 I also hope your doing great and your oh so very welcome please do enjoy if you have any more requests you can always come and ask my inbox is always open

Member: Minjae x Reader

Date: 7-28-23

Words: 1002

Genre: Fluff, Childhood Friends To Lovers, song Fic

TW: cursing : secrecy : teasing : mentions of Food : Mentions of Soda :

Prompts: "Your So Stupid" & "Buzz Love - &Team"

Summery: You and Minjae have been friends since birth you've stuck with him threw thick and thin every heartbreak, new relationships, puberty and he's stuck with you unbeknownst to both of your feelings towards one another

Every Friday you and Minjae have a dedicated Movie Night each month a different genre of movies an idea Minjae came up with but tonight however Minjae was acting a little off towards you hiding his phone even went as far as to change his pincode so you can't get in. He'd even take off into the bathroom for 30 minutes or longer talking on the phone with someone but whispering quiet enough so you can't hear him

("Yesterday and today are also normal days"

昨日と今日も普通の days

Just you and me, just you and me

"But I'm more worried than yesterday"

でも昨日よりずっと気になってる)

Minjae left the bathroom coming out looking a lot less stress and set his phone back into the phone cage "do you have a girlfriend or something?" You asked giggling as you took the popcorn out the microwave your question caught Minjae off guard as his head whipped towards you catching his reaction out the corner of your eye

Made you double over in laughter "holy fuck you do!" You spoke threw your laughter at this point Minjae was so panicked "nononono its nothing like that trust me I'd let you know the moment I'm talking in that way with her!!" He said waving his hands in the air "oh my gosh calm down Minjae it's ok it's not a big deal" you said finally calming down from your laughing fit

Minjae twisted his head to the right side in confusion "what" you said "Minjae? You never call me Minjae....did I do something?" He asked more panic setting in "not really, why guilty conscience?" You said teasing him farther "wh-what-" he stuttered causing you to giggle

"calm yourself Jae whatever is going on with you, you don't have to tell me. I don't have to know every little thing going on in your life" you said making your way over to the couch with your bowl of popcorn

("Even if it's like a popcorn"

It's like a popcorn 蓋しても

"It's overflowing, so what should I do now?"

溢れ出すからあぁもうどうしよう

"Only these feelings are blooming my heart is in the air"

この感情だけ咲いてる my heart is in the air)

Soon enough Minjae caught up with two bottles of Soda in his hands once he sat down you pressed play on the movie and set the bowl between you two after awhile of you and Minjae laughing at the bad acting he suddenly got quiet again but this time he paused the movie and moved the popcorn off the couch and turned to face you seeing Minjae has turned towards you, you turned towards him

("Only these feelings are blooming my heart is in the air"

この感情だけ咲いてる my heart is in the air

"Before you know it, your eyes will follow you everywhere"

気づけば目で追う everywhere

I'm thinking about you)

"Y/n" he said as he looked in your eyes you started to feel nervous, Seeing how nervous you are Minjae took your hands in his and held them between you two "I wanna tell you something but I'm afraid it will ruin our friendship" he said quietly "I assure you it won't, it's ok you can tell me" you said the nervousness still there as you rubbed the back of his hands with your thumbs

"I-" Minjae started and suddenly got quiet he sighed and looked at the ground before looking back up at you instead of speaking Minjae showed you what he ment by kissing you your eyes grew wide before closing as you melted into the kiss after what felt like an eternity you two pulled away with a small "smooch" sound that echoed like a pen drop in silence

("in my eyes you"

僕の目には you

"only you shine"

君だけ映える

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, buzz love

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, buzz love)

While you were catching your breath you suddenly felt Minjaes lips on yours again this time more desperate losing your breath even more Wich you didn't know was possible you pulled back and pushed Minjae back a little "y/n....I like you" he said a shy smile on his face "I think I already got that Minjae" you faked a disappointed face and touched his shoulder

He rolled his eyes before shrugging your hand off and looked at you waiting for a real answer "I like you too Minjae" you said before kissing his nose his smile grew wide as he jumped on you hugging you by your waist "will you be my s/o?" Minjae asked as he looked at you "your so stupid..." You told him his eyes widened with sadness and heartbreak "wha-" you cut him off by kissing him after pulling away

You nodded your head with a smile on your face your answer only made Minjae happier as he hugged you tighter and hid his face into your neck the rest of the night you and Minjae spent cuddling into one another watching shitty movies and making fun of the acting

(won't stop ringing

鳴り止まない

Buzz love for you

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, buzz love

La-la-la-la, la-la-la, buzz love

La-la-la-la, la-la-la

won't stop ringing

鳴り止まない

Buzz love for you)

[not-brionnnne]

NSFW. 18+. Okay. Oh God, uh. What if— like okay— hear me out— I know that people— I know that some people see Laios as aroace or some variation—fair and valid—and that Farcielle is the only valid ship to them, but God. God... What if— Modern AU!Farcielle.

Hear me out. They go to the same college. They're terribly in love. Falin dies. Marcielle is still very Consumed by Devotion. This destroys her. Laios is still very Devoted to Consumption. The death is— it is. It sure is. For awhile, Marcielle can't even stand to see his face or hear his voice. They're so similar, and God, she hates it. She hates it—at first. But God, she's clinging onto sheets and shirts and whatever she can and it's fading and it's all fading so fast and Laios is just trying to help in his own way. And it hurts. It hurts because it isn't her. And it hurts, but fuck, she's so tired. It's eating her alive, and he's right there, and maybe she hates him. Even though it's not his fault. Even though he's done nothing wrong. Even thinking about that—with his mannerisms and his voice and his face—makes her feel sick. Makes her feel disgusted. She doesn't hate him. She can't hate him. He's the only thing pulling her through. The only pillar she has left, and she leans, and leans, and leans. Tilting into the sickness rather than out. He looks so much like her, she finds herself thinking, an affectionate, frustrated smile creasing her mouth. And her eyes widen, and she's running. "I have to go!" She yells, keys jangling, voice shaking, and Laios tries. He tries to run after her. The plate she dropped digs into his foot, and he stumbles onto the door. Her door. The start of an engine. It turns over. Once. Twice. Then starts. By the time he fumbles with the knob, the telltale rev of an engine says he's too late. She disappears for a month and doesn't answer calls. He tries to look for her. He keeps calling. He keeps her couch warm until she comes back. He stress eats. He doesn't know what happened. He doesn't know why. He doesn't know how to fix it. And he waits. "Like a dog," says Marcielle. "Like a wolf," he retorts. She doesn't reply.

...

Marcielle returns and his wait is rewarded. His tail practically wags when he hears her keys jingling. He's done little else. The dish she dropped hadn't been moved. The food had. His foot has been wrapped, and the blood on both (the wrap, the dish, the floor) has clotted. Laios clears it up as best as he can now, frantic and frenzied and guilty.

Like a dog, he thinks. He dumps it in the bin and scrambles back to the couch to hide his misdeeds. Like a dog, he thinks again.

...

Marcielle unlocks the door with her head inclined; a soft open. The quietest of sighs breaks the silence. She turns on the light. Click. He shifts in place. "I missed you..."

Soft, like the door, like the sigh. Then broken. She screams. Breathes in. Places a hand over her chest and closes her eyes. She's upset. Shaken. More than that, she's angry. She doesn't know how to tell him that his face is the last one she wants to see. And yet. And yet. For a second, it happens again. She sees her. Falin. And then she's furious. She's walking over. She's pounding on his chest, and he's solid, and his arms are around her, and she's crying. She's crying for the first time in months. "I missed you, too," she sniffles, and she wants to be talking to Laios—she does, she swears she does—but she doesn't know who she's speaking to. She doesn't know if it's him or a memory. Her perception is all twisted. And she's looking up, she's checking to be sure, and it's Falin's kindness, painted there, and she's crying harder, and her hands won't stop hitting, but he's holding her softly, and she thinks for a second that it'll be okay, that their friendship will hold like this. She reaches to wipe her tears, and his hands take up this task, too.

It's awkward. It doesn't read of Falin at all. He's lumbersome and ungentle. He's never known what to do, but he does it. He tries. His finger swipes across her cheek again, and her breath stalls. It feels like a betrayal.

Everything else does, too. Every part of it. Yet she's leaning and now he's leaning, too. And it's dreadful. One of his hands still holds hers up to his chest. It feels like such a mockery of intimacy. And they're kissing and it sparks across her skin and roils in her stomach. She can't define sickness from lust. They fall together, onto the couch he kept warm. Onto the cold floor. She cries openly. And she yearns. And she misses. And she can't stop, even if she wants to. Marcielle thought she hated Laios. She knew the only thing she'd ever hated was herself.

And Laios? Laios has never been so hungry. He's never realized how deep his hunger could go. That it could be for something—someone—else. Something like this. It yawns open inside him. Tells him to take. And he's a dog again, fighting for scraps.

He licks at her tears, feels her hands tighten around his arms. Hips canting up as she sobs. It twists inside his stomach, snake-like, and he struggles. "Tell me," Laios groans. "Tell me to stop, Marci." He begs. "Please."

"Falin..." Marcielle croaks. She looks at him and doesn't see her at all. "Falin, I'm sorry..."

And he takes. He takes and takes and takes. And she gives. She allows it. Her consumption. Until there is nothing left.

...because without Falin, there isn't.

[klbwriting]

Combining Two Worlds

Chapter 14: At Peace

Fandom: DCEU

Pairing: Ormxfemale!Reader

Note: a short and sweet end to this fic. I hope you enjoyed this series and watch out for my new Orm fic coming soon! Will be more chill than this one and more surface related. Also, fun GIF for the end because its just so funny

Orm wasn't sure what happened, his vision was blurry and he couldn't keep conscious for very long. He heard someone come into the room through the wall. Ludo had stabbed him again, dragging the knife down his chest. Then he was in and out, seeing glimpses of guards, a vessel, a bright room. Then he heard a familiar voice.

"Come on baby brother, wakey wakey," Arthur said. Orm's eyes opened slowly, still feeling heavy. "There he is, come on, we have to get you moving." Orm shook his head to free the fog he had.

"Y/N, where is she?" he asked, starting to panic. The last thing she had seen was him getting stabbed, she must be frantic. Did she know he was alive? Was she alright? What about his daughter? Arthur put a hand to Orm's shoulder.

"She is nearby, you'll have to go to her though. She is still on bed rest," he said. Orm felt even more worried.

"Bed rest?" he asked. Arthur nodded, helping Orm to stand. His shoulder was killing him and his face was still bandaged but his legs worked fine. He and Arthur slowly made their way down the hall where Mera was waiting outside a door.

"We've been waiting for you to be well enough to wake," she said.

"How long was I out?" he asked. Mera held up 3 fingers. "Three days? What happened to Y/N? Is the baby alright?"

"Come on and see for yourself," she said, opening the door and leading him in the room.

Y/N was sitting up, smiling as the door opened. She wanted to jump up and hug him, but that was difficult when there was a tiny Atlantian in her arms. Orm stared for a moment before approaching slowly.

"Velka?" he asked softly. She shook her head and he looked confused.

"Velka is in the incubator," she said, nodding towards the wall. Orm had been so focused on Y/N and the baby he didn't notice the other baby. "They were so early, they need extra care, but they're alright, they will grow just fine. This is your son."

"My...son?" he asked, knowing that if he were on the surface he would have tears in his eyes. "What's his name?"

"I haven't named him, I wanted you to wake up first," she said. "I thought maybe you could name him." Orm looked at his son, gently taking him into his arms.

"Arthur," he said softly. "I wouldn't be here right now to see him without my brother. His name is Arthur."

"O damn...I'm crying," Arthur said softly, walking over and seeing his nephew, arm wrapping around Orm's shoulders. "This is an honor little brother." Orm smiled softly, kissing his boy's head before moving to the incubator and looking at his daughter.

"They're both beautiful," he said. He turned to Y/N. "Are you alright? The attack..."

"The stress of seeing you tortured put me into early labor, but when I heard you were safe, that Arthur had you and that Ludo was dead..."

"Dead?" Orm looked to Arthur.

"He did it to himself, energy pulse," Arthur said. "Didn't want to be in prison again." Orm nodded, feeling pity for the boy. He was young and abused and just wanted to be in control of something. Orm understood that more than he cared to admit. It might as well have been him in Ludo's place. "I got you back here and we were able to get you stabilized and then well, your wife was a badass and brought these little miracles into the world."

"They are miracles, aren't they?" Atlanna said, coming over to look at her new grandchildren. "I cannot imagine being any happier. Well, I know we all will be in a few months time when Mera has her little girl." Orm looked at his sister in law.

"A girl?" he asked. Mera nodded, Arthur coming to her side. "I hope this means we can take a break for awhile, just be happy."

"We will, next time someone tries to start shit I am going to just stab them with the trident and be done with it," Arthur said. Orm nodded and sat in the chair nearby, holding his son with one arm while he took his wife's hand. This was true happiness and he was finally at peace.

[cwritesforfun]

JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader: I’m Madly In Love With You

You’re a Kook, but you’re his Kook. You’ve been dating for 6 months and it’s been amazing. Your family loves him and so do you. Except, he doesn’t know that you love him. And … you don’t know he loves you too. 

Y/N = Your Name **I do not own the Outer Banks characters**

JJ’s POV

I knock on Y/N’s front door and wait. I wonder what she’s wearing today and what snack she has for me. She looks really good in red. I mean she looks good in every color, but wow red! Hot! I love my girlfriend. Shit, I love her. I need to tell her, but how? If she opens the door, do I just say it? That will ruin the fun day we had planned with my friends if she doesn’t feel the same. She has to, right? Or else why would we keep dating? I’m stressing myself out for no reason. Calm down JJ. My friends love her, which is fun because Y/N gets invited to all of our outings. She brings food or snacks every time. Sometimes her mom even sends us with extra stuff they have because she knows we don’t always eat real food. I love her family too. They accept me and love me.

The door swings open and it’s Y/N’s mom. She exclaims “JJ! Good to see you, sweetheart! Y/N should be ready for your boat day soon. I have no idea why it’s taking forever. Please come in. She’s in her bedroom. And make sure not to forget the snacks.” I step inside, give her a brief hug, and head to Y/N’s bedroom.

I open the door and see Y/N pacing the room. I jokingly exclaim “Uh oh she’s pacing! Everybody panic!” Y/N snaps her attention to me and half smiles before she then keeps pacing. I stop in front of her and and grab her hands with mine before I ask “Babe, talk to me. What’s up?” She answers “I don’t know. I just feel sort of jittery and off today. I keep overthinking every single thing that I’ve done. It took me 20 minutes to decide on oatmeal for breakfast. I have no idea why it was such a struggle to decide that. I’m still in my pajamas, JJ. I don’t even have a bathing suit on or my bag packed.” I reply “Ok here’s what we’re going to do. Do you trust me?” She answers “Of course I do.” I reply “Great, I’ll pick out your bathing suit and you’ll look great because you look great in everything. Then, I’ll help pack your bag and we’ll go hang on the boat. You can drink a little and maybe that will take the edge off. My friends love having you around, so don’t worry about being someone you’re not.” She half smiles and replies “Okay.”

I hand her a red bikini and I shoo her off to change. I grab denim shorts and one of my shirts that she has for her to wear today. I toss it to her when she walks out. I help her pack a few extra things and we grab the snacks from her mom.

I hand Y/N my helmet and I help her get on my motorcycle. I get on, I feel her arms wrap around my waist, and we drive off to the Chateau.

As soon as we arrive, I notice Kie pacing around. Why is everyone pacing?! I exclaim “Someone please tell me why everyone is pacing.” Kie replies “Shut up JJ! I have a lot on my mind…. Ooh, I like your outfit Y/N.” Y/N replies “Thanks. JJ picked it out. I was stress-pacing this morning.” Pope says “I have a great idea, guys. Let’s go on the boat.” John B replies “But shots first. We need to take the edge off.” I smile and say “That’s my kind of move. Let’s do it.” John B pours us all alcohol in random cups and we throw it back.

We get on the boat and I make sure to put the snacks from Y/N’s mom in the cooler along with extra drinks. We’re set for the day.

I get behind the wheel and I pull Y/N to sit on the seat, so if I lean back, I lean between her legs. I like being close to her and I know it is clingy, but I love having some part of me touching some part of her at all times. 

We cruise around the water for awhile letting the breeze run through our hair and just enjoying each other’s company. 

I pull us to a dock and we stop for a bit, so we can all jump in the water. 

Y/N pulls off her shirt and shorts. Kie compliments her bathing suit and she once again compliments me for picking it out. Kie smiles at me and says “I didn’t know you were so into fashion, JJ.” I reply “I just like the color red on Y/N. I can’t help that she looks good in everything... and nothing.” Y/N starts chasing me and I dive into the water before she can get me.  Everyone jumps in and we swim for awhile. 

After swimming, we eat the sandwiches from Y/N’s mom and we down the hard seltzers we brought. 

We ride around for awhile before we go back to the Chateau. Y/N offers to buy 2 pizzas if we can pitch in a tip for the delivery driver and give her some money. She honestly is the best. My little sugar mommy;)

2 pizzas and some beers later, we all find ourselves around a fire pit and chilling by the fire. Kie, Sarah, and Y/N have been talking near the boat for a while.

Pope asks “What could they be talking about for so long?” I answer “No idea. Girls are girls. Hopefully they are confiding in each other about why they were all stressed this morning.” John B replies “Ah, so Y/N has said nothing about it?” I answer “She said she just woke up jittery and stressed. She does sometimes, but this time has made her not herself. I was worried. I just want her to confide in someone even if it’s Kie or Sarah.” Pope replies “Gross, you two are so cute.” I playfully shove him causing him to laugh. Pope then asks “Don’t hit me, but have you told Y/N that you love her yet?” I sigh and answer “No.” John B replies “Take it from me, just say it. The future is too uncertain to not say you love her.” I reply “Wow, buzzkill alert. Shit, here they come. Haha, you are so funny, Pope.” Pope looks at me confused and pretends to laugh along with me.

Sarah immediately slides next to John B and they kiss. Pope says “PDA Alert!” Y/N sits next to me on the hammock and I ask “Do you want to kiss too?” She smiles and answers “Of course I do.” I lean in and smile into my kiss with her.

As the night ends, we clean up outside and start heading inside. I turn to Y/N and ask “Can you spend the night tonight?” Y/N answers “Yes I can. My mom said I could.” I reply “Good. I want to cuddle and I sleep better when I’m with you.” She smiles and replies “You’re so cute. I lo... I love cuddling with you.” Was she about to say she loves me?! 

We make it to my makeshift bedroom at the Chateau and we change into our pajamas. Y/N walks over to me and I say “The bed is so cold without you. Hurry and get in.” She laughs and slides into the bed. She wraps her arms around my stomach and I kiss her on the head. I have to tell her.

I exclaim “I need to tell you something.” Y/N sits up off my chest and looks into my eyes. I say “I really don’t want to lose you. Please keep that in mind.” She takes my hands and says “JJ, you’re worrying me. Are you okay?” I say “It’s not a bad thing necessarily... I guess it would be sad for me maybe... I just really have enjoyed these last 6 months of spending time with you. You’ve become someone very special to me and are the reason that I want to keep living to see another day. You brighten my day with your smile and your kind words. Y/N, I’ve loved you since the day I first laid eyes on you. I’m madly in love with you and I want to keep spending our days together. You are my everything truly. If you don’t feel the same way, please tell me, so I can move on.”  She drops my hands and asks “Do you really think I don’t love you?” I shrug and reply “I mean...” She quickly places her hands on either side of my face and says “Babe, it’s you. It’s always been you. I am so in love with you, JJ Maybank.” She leans in and I close the distance as we kiss.

I end up finding out that she was stressed this morning about how I’d react to her loving me. 

[ace930615]

IMPORTANT PLEASE READDDD

Hey guys, unfortunately I'm going to have to take a hiatus for awhile :-( a lot is going on in my personal life with school and work, and as of recently a few weeks back around Christmas my grandmother caught covid and it really knocked her down and made her extremely weak. She can't really walk anymore, needs oxygen, has bowel incontinence, and dementia. She was in the hospital until about a week ago and was going to be living with my family for the time being until we figured out exactly what my nana needs. I honestly dont know why they discharged her because ... man she was still really bad and they knew that she wouldn't have a nurse to come to our house yet! She was residing in my sisters room while my sister moved into our father's office. My sister and i were taking care of her full time for a week, which was extremely stressful. My sister and i had to make sure she was eating/drinking, cleaning up after her (changing her diaper) constantly changing her sheets and making sure she wasn't taking her catheter or diaper off because she kept doing it lmfao. My sister and i told our dad she absolutely needs more assistance than what my sister and i were providing her, we couldn't even get her properly clean like in the bath since she still had a catheter and could barely move we would have to wipe her down! She started to get sick again and we brought her back to the hospital (which she ended up falling and hitting her head). They tried to discharge her back to our house again but eventually my dad got them to discharge her to a nursing home. She's about an hour away, and might need to go to more of a facility/rehab rather than an elderly home because of how sick she is. It's not something we can exactly afford, its going to take whatever little money she gets by the government (since shes not working obviously) and whatever medical/insurance can cover. There really isnt any other choice, we dont have anyone in the family who can dedicated 100% of their time taking care of her (which would have probably been my mom but shes dead), even then my nana would probably still need a nurse constantly if she were to live at our house. My dad and i have been dealing with her insurance since some of it is in my name, and we found out she stopped paying her bills months ago. This isnt surprising considering how downhill she has gone, even before she was sick but my dad wouldnt listen to my sister and i who were still taking care of her weekly because she just got so weak while she still lived in her apartment (due to old age and a number of medical issues). My nana is also incredibly stubborn and did not want to move out of her apartment for as long as she could. She still thinks she can go back but obviously not. So its been really messy! Really messy and stressful and sad LOL. On top I am also having computer issues which is preventing me from saving any art I draw, which honestly im probably just going to have to get a new computer at this point. If you have commissioned me please reach out, I will also be sending messages when i can to my commissioners and we can further discuss it. I am open to refunds at this time! Unless you are willing to wait until i come back, which could be a few months. I absolutely cannot focus on art professionally right now due to these circumstances. I haven't felt this since my mom got sick and passed away in 2016 so it's really... taking a toll on me and my family. Im sorry if this post is a mess there is so much more to this situation and its so complicated i tried to just go over the most important stuff. Thank you guys again. I will be back soon!

[hannahhasafact]

Actually you know what I’m not done talking about my apartment and my move

In a lot of ways, my apartment has sucked. Ways it has sucked include:

Shitty neighbors who slam doors so hard it has knocked a frame off of my wall

Terrifying neighbor who left a very freaky note on my door claiming to hear a “man yelling” in my apartment when I know for a fact the only thing happening at that time was an animal video for cats; he then proceeded to constantly claim to hear noises and the response I got from management was “he’s crazy” 🙃 and I was scared to leave my apartment for awhile just because I didn’t want to run into him in the hallway

It is tiny

Massive leak in my bathroom. Could have been way worse but wasn’t fixed for like a month and I continued to have a leaky ceiling off and on for said month

Management needing access to everyone’s apartment for massive stretches (think FULL DAYS, a few times it was FULL WEEKS THEY WANTED ACCESS) of time and then not actually accessing then in said times (this was actually a blessing in disguise as I usually didn’t have to worry about them accidentally letting Bijou out as much when I straight up couldn’t take time off work; again, sometimes FULL WEEKS)

Giant tree branch falling on my car, they told me technically it belonged to the city so nothing was their fault

RANCID smells in the hallways

Management never actually responding to emails but leaving notices without warning on door so my heart would race almost every time I came home to a notice on my door (they loved doing this on Fridays, especially notices saying they needed to come into my apartment on Monday so I’d be stressed because it wasn’t enough time to request off from work)

Management constantly changing; there’s a new manager every year I s2g if not less time

Two literal dumpster fires within the last year

A million other little things

Despite all that. DESPITE ALL OF THAT.

I am going to miss this awful apartment immensely.

This is the first place I’ve lived on my own. This is the first place that is truly mine and no one else’s. This is the only apartment Bijou has known since I adopted her. I love my big windows, with the trees waving in the wind. I love the area, and how easily I can access certain things.

Yes, a lot of things are shit about it. But it’s my place.

When I first moved to this apartment, I spent a LOT of time sobbing because it was such a big change. The house I lived in before was a shit show, but it was such a big change I was terrified I’d done something completely stupid. And I adopted Bijou like two months later, and I again spent so much time SOBBING because I clearly shouldn’t have gotten a cat because oh god I can’t take care of a cat as well as someone else would oh god. Now I sleep with a cuddly little baby and I’m better about giving her medication than I am giving myself medication. This space was a lot of big steps for me. This is the place I’ve lived longer than any other place besides my childhood home.

And I’m moving to a space that will still be just mine, but it’s not the original.

Point is I will be crying a lot about this move even though it’s a good move 😭

[hypnotisedfireflies]

(DISCLAIMER: So this is more a thought to explore...rather than a prompt per say...but you could also treat it as a prompt if it inspires you!)

Our favourite bunnies go at it pretty fearlessly because Tess can't have any more children. How does that landscape change if she could?

I've read some fairly unreal Pregnant!Tess fics, that's not what I'm suggesting here. But I think it would be interesting to get the Arien treatment 😎 on maybe a conversation or a scare?

(idk, tbh, I really struggled with myself about this one, whether or not or put it to you, but then I thought, hey wth, why not!)

Hi!  Thank you for sending this thinky piece to me!  I’m going to answer it here rather than a prompt (hope that’s okay) as I’m not sure I could do this justice as a full story, but it is certainly interesting to consider.  I’ve been turning it over in my mind for a few days to get my thoughts in order.

Making Tess infertile in Drifters was deliberate to avoid traversing into some very dark territory because, other than the killjoy of pregnancy scares, I knew I’d be looking at going into multi-miscarriage territory.  I think given the diet, the lifestyle, the tension and the constant dangers, bringing a baby to full term would be extremely difficult.  And while bringing a baby (or a dozen, given these bunnies) into the story could’ve had its moments, I think it would have ultimately drawn focus away from what I wanted to do.  And I also felt, well, they had enough to worry about without tormenting them with that, too.

I’m also kind of untraditional myself, so the progression of in love = married = babies isn’t really my jam, even though I still find the concept kind of intriguing from a fictional perspective.  (I mean, Tess and Joel as parents?? It is appealing.  And I kind of flirt with that a bit with the fever dreams).

So with my rationale of why I did not do this out of the way I can now just give you a brain dump of Tessjoel pregnancy ideas that I might have done something with (and who knows? Still might somehow ...!)  So trigger warning out there, this would be dark:

Tess finding out she’s pregnant between Missouri and Tennessee and hiding it for as long as she can, hoping it will just go away on its own or more likely

Joel figuring it out before she does because he is Attentive Father and Husband 101 and being like, “… is there any chance that maybe you might be … pregnant there, Tess?”

Violent morning sickness resulting in the trio holing up somewhere we didn’t see in the story – Tess quickly unable to travel, basically.

Everyone being extremely miserable and scared about it the whole time.

Tess ultimately miscarrying and then a whole lot of trauma and guilt because she wanted that to happen.

Joel not there when it occurs and Tess only telling him like, days later that it’s gone.

Joel wanting the baby the whole time, because his key jam in life is to be a father, and although he was sensibly scared about what this would all mean he actually felt good about it.

Tess then breaking things off with him entirely, not so much because she was afraid of falling pregnant again but because of the guilt being amplified when she realises that he really wanted it.

Meeting up with another group a few weeks later when they get moving again and Tess deciding that she’s going to leave with them.

I don’t know, maybe not seeing one another for awhile?  Months?  Maybe a year or so?

Finding one another again, maybe somewhere like Sioux Falls/if not actually Sioux Falls.

Naturally they’re at it like rabbits again, nothing has changed about the way they feel for one another.

Things are good for awhile, they’re careful.

She’d fall pregnant again and this time they’re like, okay, maybe this is something good, maybe we should do this.

Tess extremely stressed, maybe not so ill this time around but not really coping so well.

Joel being the one to have a handle on it, he’d just think she was so fucking beautiful pregnant it’d be sickening lol. He’d be rationing himself to give her the best food etc.

Another miscarriage, this time Joel is there and with her the duration.

This time it pulls them closer together rather than pushes them apart.

… I did say it’d be pretty dark, lol.  So yeah, I think that’s probably the kind of journey the Arien Treatment would’ve given that storyline.  It would have changed everything.