#and of course y'all don't have to do it but I figured I'd drop the tag u feel ?

[ask-maxie-boy]

Goonion's Ghoul (Part 3) [dp x dc]

(A/N we switching the official name of the goonion to The First Universal Henchmans' Union. Just makes sense, thank y'all for the advice)

(Parts 1 & 2: here) (Part 4: here)

"Before we begin, I'd just like to clarify a few things. Mainly, can I ask for your preferred name?"

"Is that a joke?"

"Well, I figured it would professional to come out and call you Mr. Cobblepot, but seeing as we're talking about a... certain aspect of your enterprises, I wasn't sure you wanted your legal name in the records. The Union takes confidentiality very seriously."

Oswald Cobblepot looked down at the scrawny boy in front of him. This was the guy that had Eddie shaking in his boots? He tapped the ashes off his cigarette into the ashtray, and scoffed. "Doesn't matter to me, as long as you remember who you're talking to before you open your mouth."

"Of course! As you wish, Mr. Penguin."

There it was. That smile just a bit too wide, just like Riddler had said. Oswald Cobblepot wasn't an amateur, he wouldn't let something like that throw him off balance. "Alright, kid, lets cut to the chase. Whats this all about a Union?"

"Oh, Mr. Penguin, I had thought you heard! The First Universal Henchmans' Union is a recently formed collective of working class freelance goons, henchmen, and grunts of all different colors."

"Hweh! And what do I care if a bunch of simpletons wanna have a party together?"

The kid's head tilted, a sickening crack! ringing through the room. Just for a second, its eyes seemed to glow.

When you deal with bats for so long, little things like that don't sway you.

"If they're so little to you in your mind, then surely anything they might ask of you shouldn't be that hard to swallow?"

The temperature in the room seemed to drop, as the thing's face tried to imitate inquisitiveness.

Good. The Penguin likes it cold.

"You can toss away the whole intimidation shtick, boy. I didn't get to be where I was by bending over to every ignoramus who thinks they can get me to do what they want."

When you deal with Bats for so long, you start to pay more attention to little expressions. The way the shadows suddenly fall onto the boy's blue-eyed, black haired face as he tilts his head downward makes The Penguin's flinch, just for a moment.

"I promise you sir, the Goonion is a very real, and very serious organization."

Cobblepot sneers, cigarette holder angling upward, as he taps his umbrella on the ground. "I pay my people well. My lounge is up to code, too. You don't have a damn thing on me, and here you are trying to pull the wool over my eyes. Well listen here, boy, you don't run an operation like this in Gotham without knowing fear. Fear is watching every shadow, looking for the pin pricks of light. Fear is the cracking of bones in the room over as you know the jig's up. Fear is watching Gotham's shadow spawn appear from the darkness, promising the only thing he wont do is kill you. You're way out of your league if you think I'll bend to such a cheap trick."

When you deal with Bats for so long, you learn to keep your eyes open. You keep track of exits, you look for little disturbances, keep your ears ready for even the softest sound.

You pay attention to that little voice that says you're being watched.

"Mr Penguin, do I need to remind you just who these 'simpletons' are? They're the men who carry your goods to and from your lounge. They're the ones who rig up the Riddler's bombs, traffic weapons in and out of the city. What happens when deals go south, when plans are canceled partway though?"

When you deal with Bats for so long, you watch the shadows. They practically live in them, entering and exiting like they're made from the stuff. Anything that might give away their position.

The shadows are dancing. Pulsing with something even darker than Gotham. He swears he can hear the sound of a bat gently hitting someone's hand. Distant laughter, not natural, almost forced.

"You know, Mr. Penguin, The Joker is easily one of our worst offenders. One of his more interesting complaints is the lack of security in regards to chemicals. See, he doesn't really care much if there's missing inventory, or what happens after his plan, as long as there's enough for what he needs." A vial flutters between its fingers, eyes almost bored as a forked tongue slides between sharpened teeth. "I wonder, where does it all go?

Eyes, green as emerald and as bright as the sun burn into Ozwald's. A grin stretches wider, wider, quite literally from one ear to the next filled with jagged teeth. "Do you want to find out?"

...~☆~...

"...My... smoking habits."

"Yeah, honestly. Its like you said. Most of your stuff is up to board, and your workers are fairly happy. Its mainly just an issue for henches with asthma, though secondhand smoke isn't something most people enjoy."

"You did all that over my cigarettes?!"

"its fairly understood that the Iceberg Lounge is not a smoke-free area, so you can do as you please there, but when it comes to abandoned warehouses or other places of business, we ask you please refrain from smoking."

"I can't believe this."

"For what its worth, the goons understand its part of your whole outfit, and are willing to compromise. We have a list of alternatives that visibly resemble a lit cigarette, and will fit in your holder, but wont actually release any smoke..."

@akikkobara @thegatorsgoose @addie-lover-of-stories @apointlessbox @screamingtofillthevoid @semiprofessionaldumbass @sailor-goddess @malice-of-the-sunrise @savaton @spikedlynx @emergentpanda-blog @starlightcat04

[vainvenus]

⌲;꒰ Groovy! ꒱

Pairing :: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Synopsis :: Johnny starts to crush on Dally's new friend who's a little bit different from everyone else.

Includings :: Hippie!reader, mutual pinning, readers love languages is personal touch, wingman!Dally, panicking!Johnny, this is kinda short, fluff

An - I'm just trying to drop/finish my drafts even though i think this fandom is practically dead...send outsiders requests if you'd like though!

"I still don't get all that peace and love crap, it's not gonna solve anything." Dally scoffed as he walked beside the you and you shrugged your shoulders.

"You don't have to understand me. If you think fighting will solve everything I'll let you think that." You shrugged and Dally rolled his eyes slightly before his brows raised a little bit and he waved his hand up at a figure who was a few feet away.

"Johnny! That you, man?" He called out and the black hair boy froze like he was caught doing something illegal until he saw a familiar face and he eased up.

He walked over, looking over to the you. He took quick notice of your wardrobe, upi didn't look like too much like a Soc and you definitely couldn't of been a greaser.

You wore a white shirt that seemed a few sizes to big and bell bottom jeans that had multiple patches of different patterns along them and tan sandals. You had multiple necklaces on and a mute orange bandana.

You smiled softly at him and waved your fingers at him which made him stomach flutter a little bit.

"Aww, so you weren't lyin'! You do have friends~!" Yoi giggled, hitting the boy softly on the shoulder and the brunette rolled his eyes with a small snarl.

"Haha, so funny. Johnny, flower power. Flower power, Johnny."

"Flower power?" Johnny repeated as he shook your hand and you let out a short giggle which made his stomach flutter all over again.

"Not my real name of course, it's a nickname. My real name is [Y/n] but you can call me whatever ya' like."

"Ohh." Johnny nodded along, noticing how you still hadn't let go of his hand. Yours were warm and felt comfort at touch. "I...uh..I like your pants."

You beamed, letting go and shaking your leg a little. "Really? Dally thinks they look like an art project gone wrong."

"Because they do." Dally muttered and you rolled your eyes.

"I think they're far out, you're such a downer Dally! Hah! Downer Dally!" You laughed and Dally had let out a sarcastic chuckle with another eye roll. "Ahah. Almost busted a lung there."

"See? A downer. Johnny-man thought it was funny." You turned back to Johnny, messing with one of the loose patches on your jeans. "I could make ya' a pair- actually they probably wouldn't be your sty-"

"I'd like that!" Johnny piped up before you could shut the idea down and your eyes widened in surprised, you smiled at him. "Really?"

He nodded, smiling growing along with yours. "Groovy! I'll get onto it as fast as I can."

"Groovy?" Johnny repeated, tilting his head a little bit and you nodded. "Groovy, it's kinda like when y'all say tuff. It's just a good thing."

"Oh, groovy." Johnny said and you had giggled, patting his shoulder.

"You make it sound so weird like it's a different language or something. It's kinda cute." Johnny only smiled, trying to ignore the fact that you had called him cute.

Dally looked between the two of you, narrowing his eyes a little bit before a small smirk itched onto the end of his lips.

"Johnny, you wanna tag along with us? We were just about to head and see that new movie that just came out."

"You should, if you don't mind horror movies." You added and Johnny pressed his lips together in a small yet strained smile.

"Naw, I don't mind."

★

"I could have paid for y'all, you know. We didn't have to break in." You sighed and Dally chuckled.

"Now where's the fun in that?" He hummed as they all took their seats, a little bit away from the front.

"What kind of horror movie is it again?" Johnny asked and Dally shrugged his shoulders. He never really came to pay attention to the movies, he came to be a bother to those who were trying to.

"Some sort of slasher. Shouldn't be too frightening if you're scared."

"I'm not scared!" Johnny squeaked and you had giggled, leaning back in the chair.

"It's alright if you are. I wouldn't judge. You can even hold my hand if you want." You offered as the movie had and started. Johnny pursed his lips before he took your hand in his.

"I'm just holding yer' hand in case you get scared." He established and you had nodded, entwining your fingers with his their hands were basically locked together.

He smiled at that as he tried to focus on one thing.

Not looking like a scaredy cat.

But the movie was barley ten minutes in before Johnny had jumped back in his seat from the killer jumping out of nowhere, his scream muffled in the collar of his jean jacket.

He glanced over at you as he felt you squeeze his hand comfortingly. "Sorry.." He mumbled, his sunkissed skin growing warm from embarrassment.

"Don't apologize. You don't have to act all tough for me, Johnny. It's a horror movie for a reason." You reassured with a small smile as you moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Next time we can see something a little more relaxing."

"Next time?" He repeated like it was a foreign statement.

You nodded excitedly. "Yeah, next time! Do ya' not wanna see me again or something?"

"No!" Johnny quickly said. "I'd.. I'd love to see a movie with you again."

"Groovy."

[venic-bxtch]

FIRST CLASS: EX-FRIENDS AND ROSES

DISCLAIMER:This story is fiction, meaning anything done or said by characters is completely fictional and does not reflect on that characters personality. Enjoy!

TW: Cussing, metal objects towards the head, unconsciousness.

Jack showed up at my apartment with a  Louis Vuitton bag, chocolate, and flowers. "Jack! Come in".

He smiled and stepped in, "Where can I put these?"

"Oh. On the counter", I literally could not stop smiling.

"Soo, Jack, whose presents are these?", I asked.

"Yours, of course, Who else". He passed me the presents and I opened the Louis Vuitton bag and saw a wallet that I'd been wanting for the longest time ever.

"Jack! Oh my God! I've been wanting this for the longest time ever, you read my fucking mind".

He nodded his head his head, "Yeah, I mean Chanel told me but that's the same thing either way".

I stopped fawning over my present and looked at him, curious,"Y'all smoothed things over?"

"Yeah, she texted me after the whole Shade Room post, she said she felt bad and I wanted to give you a present-"

I interrupted him, "A present for what?".

"Your new modeling career".He showed me an email on his phone from a modelling agency.

—Dear Mr. Harlow,

We are delighted to inform you that Ms. Dearra Lorenzo has been accepted for representation by Model Machine, based on your referral. Ms. Lorenzo's first shoot is scheduled for March 30. Details will be provided to her shortly. Enclosed are the necessary documents for Ms. Lorenzo's representation. We appreciate your referral and look forward to a successful partnership.

Warm regards,

Clea Atkinson at Model Machine agencies

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"Jack!", I hugged him and he wrapped his arms around my waist and listed me. I started to cry because I had been doing everything on my own for the longest time ever after my mom had died. "What's wrong Dearra?", "Thank you, Jack, thank you, you're helping me so much", he put me down and put his hands on my shoulders and wiped my tears with his thumb, "You're welcome, Der", "I also wanted to ask you if you wanted to go out with me, maybe on a picnic".

"Yes, of course, Jack!". Jack picked me up and spun me around.

I heard my front door shut and I saw Chanel walk into the kitchen," Hey Der, have you seen my sweater-". Jack turned his head and put me down then sat at the bar table, using his phone.

"Hey Chan" I was still smiling.

"Hey Der, can we talk upstairs?" She asked crossing her arms.

"Sure".

>>>

We go to the second story of my apartment. We sat down in my office. It was small and decorated as much as I could.

"What did you want to talk about Chanel?" I closed the door behind us.

"I'm not over Jack, I lied," she sighed deeply, "I texted him to say sorry about what happened and he asked about giving you a present, he didn't say for what. I'm guessing it was to ask you to be his girlfriend". Be fucking for real, he just met me-, she continued to speak, "I asked him if he wanted to try dating again and he said no. He was really blunt about it and blocked me after", her voice began to shake and she started crying, "I don't like you guys together. Please. Don't go out with him, for me?"

I sniffed."Stop with those crocodile tears, you know they’re fake too.", I crossed my arms,”And if he does ask me out, I will be accepting. Whether you like it or not. Also I literally just met him yesterday, Yesterday! So no, he wouldn't ask me to be his girlfriend in such a short time-", she slapped me across my face. "Bitch..what the fuck!", I went around my desk and slapped her back. She touched her face and opened her mouth slightly. She knocked me in the head with a metal desk figure,I staggered for a few seconds, trying to hold myself up with the armchair as I fell to the ground.

>>>

Jackman T. Harlow

>>>

I heard a very, unnatural loud thud coming from upstairs at Dearra's apartment. My heart dropped as I ran up the stairs to see Dearra on the ground unconscious. I saw Chanel standing over her holding a heavy book, she saw me walk in and put the book down.

"She was yelling at me Jack, s-she attacked me!", she started to cry.

I sighed, "Get out, Chanel, just go home."

I hovered over her body trying to see if she would wake up,"Dearra....wake up!" I shook her body, and sighed again. I called 911.

They took 20 minutes to get to us. I sat down next to her with her hand in mine. Hoping she would wake up.

The ambulance got to the apartment . The EMT asked me if I wanted to go in the ambulance with her. I said yes.

>>>

After a few hours, a nurse told me I could go in and see Dearra.

"Jack, I'm so happy to see your face", "I'm happy to see you too Der."

I sat down next to her on the hospital bed and held her hand, while I smoothed her hair out."How do you feel now?"

She sat up a little and rubbed her eyes," I feel a little better, just a little headache, can you help me get up?"

"Sure. Did they give you medicine for your headache?", I asked as I helped her stand up.

"Nah. But I'll be fine", I nodded in response.

The nurse came in with a clipboard, "Okay, Miss Lorenzo. You can go back home, but you'll need someone to stay with you for at least 3 weeks to a month. Make sure you avoid any loud spaces like concerts, and make sure you get fresh air," she handed Dearra a folder with some things that could help her and her medicine prescription that needed to be picked up at the pharmacy, "Make sure you pick up your medicine, you won't need a refill unless this happens again. Have a nice day!"

>>>

Dearra E. Lorenzo

>>>

Jack was sitting next to me on my bed while the nurse explained some things.

"Well, Jack, you're gonna be stuck with me for a while." I punched his arm playfully.

"I guess so." He teased me back.

"We need a ride to the pharmacy, you know anyone? Besides Chanel, of course."

"I can check.." I scrolled through my contact list and a number I didn't want to see.

My ex-friend, Tatiana's number. I realized that she was really my only choice. I'm not too close with any of my co-workers. We had fallen out after I left Rhode Island. I knew she had recently moved here after I stalked her social media accounts.

I sent her a text asking her to come pick us up.

>>>

twin💗

hey tati

I know it's been a long time,

but can you pick me up from the hospital

Tati💗

Of Course.

You good?

>>>

"Okay, so one of my old friends can pick us up."

"Okay sounds good. I also emailed M&H about what happened. They said they can postpone it for 3 months after those three months, the deal is out."

"Jack. You've done so much for me, I appreciate it."

"No problem. I care about you." He put his hand on my shoulder,"I wassss thinking, to celebrate you starting out your modelling career, we could go on a picnic tomorrow?"

"Yes, absolutely." I smiled.

After a while, Tatiana texted me telling me she was here. I changed out of my hospital clothes into my normal clothes. Jack wrapped his arm around my shoulder while we walked out.

>>>

Tatiana unlocked her car door and started to speak, "Hey Dearra, what happened?" she helped me get into the car and Jack followed.

"Oh me and Chanel fought, she hit me in the head with a tin, and you know about  the whole thing that's going on." Tatiana started the car and I rested my head on Jack's shoulder.

"That bitch, Why were you still even friends with her?"

"I don't even know.."

Tatiana looked in the blind spot mirror.

"Ouuu. Der got herself a styrofoam cup."

"Tati." I laughed.

Jack was shocked, "Wow...I've been through shit. I didn't even do nothing."

>>>

AT THE APARTMENT

>>>

Me and Jack were chilling on my couch. We had gone to Chipotle to get dinner.

"Ima spend the night here and then get some of my shit tomorrow."

"Okay," I said with a yawn, "Ima go take a shower."

"Ight."

I went upstairs to my bathroom and set out my pjs and my robe.

I turned on my radio and played one of my Spotify playlists. Lovin' on me started to play then I started my shower.

After my shower, I put on my pajamas and sat in my bed, scrolling on my phone.

Jack came upstairs with another bouquet, this time it was roses."I ordered them off doordash, here."

I held the roses and patted the spot next to me on my bed for him to sit down next to me.

"Jackman Harlow. I have never met anyone who has treated me like you have."

He smiled at me , "I'm gonna go to the guest room, Good night Der."

"Night Jack."

He got up from my bed and walked out of my room.

I opened up my Instagram and posted a picture of the roses Jack gave me.

>>>>

der.too.fine ✓

Back from the hospital, someone bought me flowers💗 Thank youuuuu

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jackharlow ur welcome

      ⌊der.too.fine 💗💗💗💗💗

urbanwyatt wish I bought them 🥲

         ⌊jackharlow well, too bad😌

         ⌊urbanwyatt rude.

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user1 why did u go to the hospital?

     ⌊der.too.fine I got hit in the head real bad, but I'm alr now boo✨

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tati_marie  we ain't even start talking for too long and u already cheating, damn😞

    ⌊der.too.fine I would never, u my boo

    ⌊tati_marie fr fr 💍💍

central.cee 👀where are the flowers

      ⌊tati_marie wtf, u nasty boy

      ⌊jackharlow [central.cee] didn't you cheat on your ex?🤔

      ⌊druski2funny [central.cee] close your eyes, or I close them for u🔪

      ⌊der.too.fine BAHAHAHAHA

>>>

after I posted on insta I put my phone on charge and was about to go to sleep, but then I saw a text from Chanel.

>>>

Girl who beat me up🐀

Der, I'm sorry

I mean it

please just answer me

I got mad

I saw you're insta post, I'm happy for you

I saw tati's comment

y'all talking now?

                                                                                                                           Dearra

it's Tatiana to u

you have blocked this contact

>>>

I put my phone on my nightstand and went to sleep.

>>>

THE PICNIC DAY

>>>

I woke up in the morning around 10 am the next day.

I stood up from my bed and walked to my closet to find something to wear for my date with Jack.

I found a brown dress and brown heels. I decided I wanted to pair it with a brown designer bag I have.

>>>

The outfit

>>>

I put my outfit on my bed and went to go to my skincare and makeup after my shower. I went downstairs to get some breakfast, I saw Jack chopping up fruit into a bowl.

"Morning Der, how'd you sleep?"

"I slept good, I think it was the medicine, I wonder what they put in there." I sat down at the island counter and set my bag down.

Jack chuckled while he finished up my fruit bowl, "I'm glad you slept well, here's you're breakfast."

"Thank you."I forked up some strawberries and dragon fruit, "Mmm, that's good."

I walked up to my fridge to get some orange juice, Jack took the bottle out of my hand and got a glass out of my cabinet, "Nope, I'll do it, you sit down, Der."

"Okay, fine by me." I sat back down and let Jack pour my orange juice. "Here." he passed my orange juice. I continued eating my fruit. Jack leaned on the counter looking at me and smiling.

"What?"

"You so pretty."

I smiled back at him. "And you're handsome."

His smile grew bigger. "Thank you."

I finished up my breakfast and went to put my dishes in the dishwasher. "We can start heading out, Jack."

"Ight, Ima go start the car." he picked up his car keys, put his phone in his pocket, and went out the door. I  finished packing up the picnic basket then turned off the house lights and locked the door.

>>>

AT A PARK SOMEWHERE IN MIAMI

>>>

Jack took me to a cute private park he had access to.

It was near a small lake and had lots of beautiful trees. We found somewhere to lay our blanket down."This place is so pretty Jack!"

"Yeah it is, I come here sometimes to clear my mind, especially after shows."

I nodded and took my phone out for a selfie. "I can take a picture of you der, I wanna post you on my Instagram, I'll send it to you later."

"Thank you." He opened his camera app and I posed. "Great."

I saw him type on his phone and I got a notification from Jack's instagram.

>>>

jackharlow ✓

My future baby momma(manifesting)

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central.cee damn-

     ⌊jackharlow shush, no one likes u

     ⌊liked by der.too.fine and others

der.too.fine u should be a photographer

      ⌊jackharlow thanks baby

      ⌊dru2funny BABY?

urbanwyatt are u seeing other ppl? 🫢

       ⌊jackharlow yes.

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A/N: 😞 the chapter was garbage, I literally did a rewrite. I had SO MANY plot contradictions. But I tired, more sooooon

-Michelle🎀🌺

[killerandhealerqueen]

Asks time, let's go

Ask game for fic writers- 1, 3, 5, 16, 24, 28, 30, 37, 39, 44, 58, 72

Ask game for fic writers #2- 10, 15, 16, 30, 32, 38, 44

Fun meta asks - 3, 4, 7, 9, 15, 16, 18, 20, 21, 23, 25

Took, my beloved!! Alright y'all, buckle the fuck up, this shit gone be long

1. do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?

For some fics, yes, I do know how they're going to end when they start, but most times we're just kinda...figuring it out as we go. And sometimes that's the fun part because when just writing, you can sometimes come up with shit better than when you outlined/planned it

3. on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

I enjoy it. So like...an 8-9? Most of my stories are romance anyways so it's not that hard for me

5. have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son

Nope. I don't make playlists for my fics

16. where is your favorite place to write?

Well, I write anywhere, but my bed is always a good place. Things just tend to flow there

24. on average, how much writing do you get done in a day?

Depends on the fic. Sometimes I can get pages done, sometimes nothing. But on average, I'd say...1.5-2k? Sometimes more? Like I said, just depends

28. handwritten notes or typed notes?

Typed. My hands cramp after writing for too long. And it's just easier to type if there's a lot of information

30. most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.

"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you know" ~ A.A Milne

My parents say it to me a lot whenever I have imposter syndrome/am doubting myself. It helps a lot

37. when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?

Now, I don't create OC's, but personality, I think would come first for me. I always like characters who have personalities that don't match their appearance (and personalities are more interesting to work with anyways because they're shaped by backstory, motivation, etc.)

39. are you an avid reader?

I am! When I'm not reading fanfiction and I want to get away from the computer, I'll pick up a book. Sometimes if I'm really into one, I can crush one in a day/couple of hours. I've always been a voracious reader

44. any writing advice you want to share?

Just write what you enjoy. You're not writing to please anyone else but yourself (and maybe a few loyal readers). So like...don't write what's trendy or popular, write what makes you happy. It makes the fic much more enjoyable for you and for your readers

58. what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?

Hmm...I think for my fic The Tiger is Out, I had to google/duckduckgo the name of the poem the fic was inspired by because I couldn't remember it

72. what do you do if a scene gets too serious?

Oh boy, take a break. There are a lot of scenes in the Killer and Healer rewrite that make me cry/make my heart hurt so I have to take a break from writing it/do something else for a little bit to get a breather. I mean, I can push through (which I've done before) but you feel a little empty afterwards. Or I'll go talk with my discord chat and tell them what just happened to get my mind off the scene

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10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

Ooo, great question. Most times, if a story has gripped me by the throat, I'll keep working on it till it's completed. As for multi-chapters, sometimes I fall outta hyperfixation with them and I don't wanna work on them anymore, but then I also don't wanna leave them unfinished indefinitely (which is fine, of course but not for me) so I finish them (and I tend to feel better after I finish them, sometimes because I'm genuinely happy it's finished or sometimes I've relieved that it's over)

15. OCs or no OCs?

For me, no OCs, just because I don't need them in my stories. But more the merrier for others, y'all have fun creating your little guys

16. Do you use sentence starters, writing prompts and/or fandom headcanons for your fanfics?

Most of my fics started out as writing prompts, tbh. My Killer and Healer fics now are mostly my own ideas/aus...unless i'm feeling really uninspired. But I do still use sentence starters or other ideas to kind of spark something, if again, my brain can't figure out what it wants to write

30. What writing software do you use?

I use Microsoft Word and it's the only writing software I will ever use

32. Past or present tense?

Past, for the most part. Sometimes my headcanons will be in present but my fics are mainly in past

38. Do you partake in any fanfic/writing events? (Big bangs, zines, NaNoWriMo, etc?)

I do not, actually. I did NaNoWriMo in like...8th grade but nothing since

44. Does fanart of your fanfic exist?

It does! For my fic Violence Is Never the Answer...Except When It Is, @a-single-log-bridge drew Chen Yuzhi with a katana! You can see the fanart here! (With this I am giving y'all permission to draw my fics, please god, draw my fics, I beg)

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3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Honestly, have no idea

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

Gonna copy my scene from my other ask that I got about this question, hang on

From my fic My One and Only (Killer and Healer mignon/vampire au)

         “Jiang Yuelou” he breathed before he quickly knelt before him and cupped his face in his hands.          “Jiang Yuelou” he whispered.  Jiang Yuelou, however, didn’t answer, causing Chen Yuzhi to whimper before he reached out and carefully pulled him into his arms, hugging him gently but tightly.          “I’m sorry.  Jiang Yuelou, I’m so sorry.  I lied…everything that I said was a lie.  I’m sorry.  I love you.  I really, really love you.  So please…please don’t leave me” he begged as he clung to him and buried his face in his neck.          “Don’t leave me.  Please don’t leave me” he pleaded.  Jiang Yuelou, however, didn’t answer again, causing Chen Yuzhi to let out another whimper before he hugged him tighter.          “Please” he whispered, just as two strong, but gentle, arms came around him and hugged him back.          “I won’t” a weak voice whispered, causing Chen Yuzhi to gasp and lift his head out of Jiang Yuelou’s neck as he looked at him with wide eyes.          “Jiang Yuelou” he breathed as Jiang Yuelou slowly lifted his head and smiled at him.          “Chen Yuzhi” he replied, causing Chen Yuzhi to let out a sob before he buried his face in his shoulder and hugged him tightly, making him smile weakly as he gave him a tight squeeze in return.          “I’m here.  I’m here.  I’m not going anywhere” he whispered. 

I just really like this scene because while Chen Yuzhi does like Jiang Yuelou throughout the fic, he's never like...expressed/reciprocated his feelings to Jiang Yuelou, who has. And now in this moment, when he's afraid Jiang Yuelou is going to die, he confesses that he loves him. And who doesn't love that trope, huh?

7. What do you think are the characteristics of your personal writing style? Would others agree?

Um...someone's always gonna get whumped, I know that much. Also, descriptions/dialogue...I've always been told I'm good at those...as well as staying in character/characters feel like how they do in canon, no matter the au. So I guess that? Idk (I'm never good about answering questions about my personal writing style because I don't pay attention to that sort of thing)

9. Are you more of a drabble or a longfic kind of writer? Pantser or plotter? Do you wish you were the other?

Longfic. Always longfic, especially when it comes to Killer and Healer. I mean, look at my fucking word count on ao3. Do I look like a drabble writer to you? (No offense to anyone who does drabbles, just could not be me)

Most times, I am a pantser. I've learned that plotting kind of stifles my creativity. The only time "plotting" has worked for me is figuring out what's going to happen in each chapter of my fic The Demon and the Angel.

And no, I do not. I like writing my long fics and I like figuring stuff out on the go. That's what makes writing fun to me

15. Which is harder: titles or summaries (or tags)?

They're each hard in their own way, but I guess personally titles. Summaries for me are easy because I just take like a line/passage out of my fic and use that as the summary. Tags can be tricky too because I wanna make sure I tag everything that I think is in my fic but sometimes I can't tag everything (though I do try)

16. Tried anything new with your writing lately? (style, POV, genre, fandom?)

At some point, I'm going to try a sci-fi fic, which I've never done before, so that'll be interesting. It's inspired by the Netflix Movie Rebel Moon and I think it'll be fun once I get around to it...and my brain stops plaguing me with other au ideas

18. Do any of your stories have alternative versions? (plotlines that you abandoned, AUs of your own work, different characterisations?) Tell us about them.

My fic Monster Like Me had a completely different version before I decided I liked the current version better....but even getting to that version it took 3 rewrites, one complete deletion of the fic and original outline and a whole new rewrite to get to what it is today. And I have to say I like this version so much better than what it was originally. Did you know this fic took me almost a fucking month to write? That's the longest a oneshot has ever taken me. Ever

20. Tell us the meta about your writing that you really want to ramble to people about (symbolism you’ve included, character or relationship development that you love, hidden references, callbacks or clues for future scenes?)

Oh...I don't really have a lot of meta, at least not with the fic I'm currently working on. But with my Rebel Moon au, the idea actually came to me on my 7 hour plane ride home from Hawaii. I couldn't sleep at all nor did I play on my computer nor did I watch any movies...I just listened to music the entire time. And for most of the time, I listened to

on repeat. If you wanna read the rest of the story, I actually answered about the au over here

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

Well, I write most of my stories like they're a movie/drama, so movie/drama would work, because I see my writing (or any writing for that matter) like it's a movie playing in my head

23. What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

A Killer and Healer Howl's Moving Castle au. I've always loved Howl's Moving Castle and I think it would work great as a K&H au, but I just don't know a) which couple to use because it could work both ways and b) when I'm ever going to have time to write it (because I am plagued with other au ideas all the damn time)

25. What part of writing is the most fun?

Oh man, talking about fic ideas with your friends. Just gushing about how scenes would work/play out, who characters would be (if I'm inspiring a fic off of a drama/anime/movie/manga), what certain scenes will entail...stuff like that. That shit is fun. I mean, writing is fun too because you're taking what's in your brain and putting it on paper, but like...just brainstorming with your friends is fun

Fun meta asks for writers | send me asks

[knickynoo]

Back to the Future: The Animated Series, s01ep11 "Gone Fishin'" Review and Commentary

Previous episodes linked HERE

In this episode: Marty, Jules, and Verne try to undo one of Doc's deep-seated childhood traumas, only to end up sending his life wildly off course.

I shall preface this by letting anyone reading know that Tumblr has been messing up my gifsets and pictures in my previous posts. Gifs and pics that should be side by side end up enlarged and stacked vertically when viewed on the dashboard through a desktop. I've been unable to figure out how to fix it and have no clue why it's doing this to me. It is a source of great frustration and makes me not want to do these reviews anymore. But I'm trudging along. Just wanted to let people know in case it looked wonky. It's not on purpose!

Alrighty, let's dive in.

Okay, so this episode has my favorite live-action opening segment in the series thus far. We begin with black-and-white footage of Doc, accompanied by him doing a voice-over where he explains that he was visiting the 1920s. As he's doing the voice-over, the Doc on screen is just waving at the camera the entire time, and it is delightful. He becomes increasingly frantic as the waving goes on.

Doc goes on to explain that he'd been in the 1920s to meet Thomas Edison and get him to autograph a very large lightbulb, which we then see as we return to the "present day." Doc immediately drops and shatters it as he's showing it to us.

Quickly moving on from the tragedy (he says he'll make a return trip to get extra bulbs autographed) Doc goes on to talk about the '20s���silent films in particular.

"I'm sure you've all heard of Charlie Chaplin and Buster Keaton," he says, "but only the real film historians among you recall Daredevil Brown. Talk about a Hollywood success story."

Hmm...well, that's an intriguing little piece of info, isn't it? Who is this Daredevil Brown?? Doc leads us into the cartoon to hear the full story. "It all began with a fishing trip," he tells us with a haunted expression.

We shall find out the reason for this expression shortly. Into the cartoon, we go!

While working in his lab, Doc is approached by Verne, who hands him a flyer for the upcoming "Father and Son Big Mouth Bass Off." It's apparently an annual Hill Valley event, and Verne really wants to go with his dad. Doc, however, reacts with immediate terror, crumples up the flyer, and quite literally begins convulsing as he tries to tell his son that he can't go. He then stumbles into the living room and collapses on the couch, still in an agitated state.

Jules decides to show Doc his new invention—a helmet that allows you to watch TV without disturbing others in the room with the images/sounds, and Doc figures trying it will be a good way to get his mind off of the terror he just experienced. Unfortunately, it's a rerun of The Andy Griffith Show, which, if you're familiar with it, has an opening sequence of the main character going fishing with his son. Doc rips off the device and runs straight into the wall.

I don't know about all of you, but I think Doc might have experienced some fishing-related trauma?? I mean. Just a guess.

Also, I would like to point out that throughout much of these opening scenes, Doc's eyes randomly turn blue, which is the second instance I've noticed of a character's eye color changing mid-scene (the first was in Swing Low, Sweet Chariot Race). And I'd really like to know why this was happening. Whoever was in charge of character eye color, you dropped the ball here. You probably didn't think anyone would be scrutinizing this series closely enough to notice 30+ years later, but you were wrong.

Getting back on track here, Jules and Verne sneak into their parents' bedroom that night with a plan to figure out what's going on with their father. Jules has invented a device consisting of an in-ear piece connected to a screen that allows someone to view the wearer's thoughts. Y'all, Jules is 10-years-old, and he's incomprehensibly brilliant. He just whipped up an invention to see a person's thoughts. This is something that can be put to horrible use if it falls into the wrong hands.

As they use the device, miniature versions of Jules and Verne appear on the screen and "travel" through Doc's brain. They pass a "brainstorm," a long pathway containing his "library of knowledge," and then come to a huge wall.

Whoever was in charge of spelling, you dropped the ball here, too. Admittance is spelled incorrectly.

I sincerely am curious as to how these mistakes slipped by and made it into the completed versions of the episodes. In a way, though, it kind of adds to the fun.

Jules gets a readout on the screen that says: "Memory block, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, August 5, 1926." With this information, the boys now know that something significant enough happened to their dad on this date that a gigantic wall was erected in his brain to block the whole thing out. The mini versions of Jules and Verne on the screen get out pickaxes and chip away at the block until they break through and can see the memory.

In a show so centered around time travel, I must remind myself to suspend my disbelief in these absolutely absurd and impossible moments.

Anyway, Jules and Verne access the hidden away memory and see their four-year-old father fishing. As he casts his line, he falls into the water, nearly drowns, and is terrorized by various sea creatures.

Nobody is around to run to his aid as he splashes around and calls for help. Jules and Verne feel it's their duty to travel back to that date and stop Doc from having this terrible, scarring experience.

As they sneak the DeLorean out of the garage, they're caught by Marty, who has decided it is of the utmost importance that he make a visit to Doc's house at 11:30 at night to get his hoverboard. Jules explains their plan, to which Marty replies, "Milwaukee? That must have been when Doc stayed with his oddball Uncle Oliver." And I must say that I like that Marty knows this little bit of Doc Brown trivia and that Doc has obviously told Marty at least this one story about his childhood.

Marty agrees to not tattle on the boys if they let him tag along? He tells them he wants to travel to a time when he'll be smarter than Doc. Off they go to 1926.

"How much can a little kid know?" Marty asks as they approach Little Doc, whom I will just refer to as Emmett from here on out. Everybody look at him, please.

As Marty immediately discovers, he is not smarter than this four-year-old version of his friend. After jokingly asking Emmett what he knows, Emmett replies, "Several languages, the Periodic Table, the constellations of the Northern Hemisphere, and the Encyclopedia from 'A' to 'Grrr.'" (He hasn't made his way through the FULL encyclopedia yet, evidently.)

While I know that this cartoon can hardly be considered canon to the world set up in the trilogy, I love that Emmett can speak multiple languages and wouldn't mind at all incorporating that into my general Doc Brown headcanons. I just wish he'd mentioned which ones he spoke. German is likely one, but I'm not sure about the others.

Emmett tells his new friends that he's waiting for his Uncle Oliver to take him fishing "like he promised" and then directs their gazes up to where Uncle Oliver is—wayyy up in the air—attempting to break the record for flagpole-sitting.

We quickly learn that Uncle Oliver is obsessed with trying to set records, perform wild acts, and become famous. Marty tries to persuade him to take his nephew fishing, but Uncle Oliver isn't that interested in Emmett—a trait that seems to be common amongst the Brown men. I am looking at you, Erhardt! >:(

Marty, Jules, and Verne opt to just take Emmett themselves, and Jules is able to get his future father to stand in a spot where he won't fall into the water. Instead, Marty falls in, lol.

While teaching him how to properly cast, Emmett ends up getting his line hooked to the underside of a small biplane and carried away.

The plane is part of a nearby stunt show, and Emmett gets taken along for the ride as it does loops and tricks in the air. Everyone watching from the stands is impressed by this young performer, and he quickly wins lots of adoring fans. When he's approached by a camera man who asks if he wants to be a star, Uncle Oliver's eyes turn into dollar signs, and he jumps at the chance to be Emmett's manager.

"All I wanted was to go fishing," Emmett points out. Too bad, buddy, you're about to be exploited by your uncle for fame and fortune. Uncle Oliver signs a contract with a famous producer who says he'll make Emmett a star. Marty and Verne are psyched by this development, but Jules (the only one with a brain) points out that they've seriously altered their father's life. The boys decide they have to monitor the situation closely.

From there, we go to Hollywood, where Emmett is quickly thrust into stardom. We see a clip of a silent film he's in, which includes a scene of him dangling from a very high clocktower by his suspenders, falling and bouncing around on a building's awnings, and landing in a fountain. He's dubbed "Daredevil Emmett" and quickly garners many fans.

Little Emmett's amazing feats capture the entire country, and he's soon got his own line of comics, a drink named after him, and multiple other products. He's on the radio, in the newspapers, and is being talked about all over.

Emmett is less than enthusiastic about the whole ordeal, but Uncle Oliver doesn't see any issue with it. He's loving living vicariously through his nephew and brushes off Marty's concern that all this daredevil stuff isn't good for Emmett. We then see the very lavish life that Emmett and Uncle Oliver are living.

...how long have Marty and the boys been in the '20s for all of this to be happening?? I mean, this all started with taking Emmett fishing, and now they're living in Hollywood; Emmett has become a movie star, has a line of products named after him, and has moved into a massive mansion with his uncle. Have they been in 1926 for months?

While Marty, Jules, and Verne are having fun in the pool, Emmett asks if he can swim with them, to which Uncle Oliver says no. He doesn't want to risk Emmett getting hurt, which would hurt his career. Emmett storms off angrily. Marty once again voices his concern for Emmett's well-being. This time, Oliver almost listens, but then he receives a phone call with an offer for Emmett to go over a waterfall while he's inside a barrel, and Oliver can't turn it down.

On the day of the stunt, Marty and the boys discover that the man behind the idea is D. W. Tannen. When Emmett expresses concern about the safety of everything, D. W. assures him he won't actually be going over the falls; a dummy will be in the barrel, and people will just think it's Emmett. Except, surprise! D. W. is lying, and he has no intention of switching a dummy into the barrel. He wants this to be real, and that means sending a four-year-old child over the edge of a waterfall. Nice guy.

Thankfully, Marty, Jules, and Verne, overhear D. W. talking, and Jules forms a plan to save his father. Marty's evidently a key part of the plan, and he and Jules have this exchange, which makes me laugh.

Jules's plan is to have Marty serve as a tightrope walker in the opening act—complete with gum stuck to the bottom of his shoes to keep him from slipping. While the crowd is distracted by Marty, Jules will stick a mini, spare flux capacitor to the barrel (which will have Verne in it, not Emmett) and transport the barrel someplace else.

Oliver, who is not in on the plan, actually gets a chance to redeem himself as he sees the barrel start to go toward the waterfall. Thinking his nephew is actually inside, he dives into the water to try to save him, finally coming to his senses about how money-hungry he'd become. Marty pulls Oliver out of the water, the barrel goes over the falls, and it's transported out of harm's way via the flux capacitor.. Back on the dock, Oliver and Emmett are reunited, and Oliver takes his nephew fishing.

With everything set back to normal, the boys return home, where they discover that Doc is now eager to join the father-and-son fishing tournament. The end!

Back in Real Doc's lab, he teaches us about gravity.

He also ends up dropping that bowling ball on his foot.

And that's the end of the episode. This one is a lot of fun, and I LOVED seeing the young version of Doc. He's adorable. I'm glad Uncle Oliver saw the error of his ways, but it took thinking his nephew was about to die going over a waterfall to change him. I wonder if Doc has any male family members who weren't terrible??

Anyway, good episode. Join me next time to watch Doc spiral into an existential crisis after thinking he's used up all his brainpower.

[love-kurdt]

wip (william's imminent peril) wednesday muahahahaha

from now that we don't talk: 1 ! y'all, i'd never imagined writing so in-depth from will's pov (i'm definitely more of a mike kinda gal, i mean... it's kinda concerning tbh) but lo and behold: this absolute monstrosity of an excerpt! i couldn't figure out which part to post without taking away too much context so... i decided to post the whole thing. anyway. this is about 1/10th of chapter 1.

When Will first moved to California, it had taken him two months to fully unpack his boxes. And he knew why. He didn’t want to be there. He’d left a part of himself behind in Hawkins— a part that grieved him in reciprocal. He’d seen the expression on his best friend’s face through the passenger side mirror as he stood with his bike in front of the old house; he looked lost, confused, and hurt. Will could definitely relate. Being uprooted from the only place he’d ever known and dropped into an unfamiliar, blistering hot, suburban town in California didn’t provide him with much motivation to unpack. Unpacking, to Will, meant the Byers’ big move became real. Unpacking, to Will, meant that it was permanent. Unpacking, to Will, meant that he’d eventually have to start his new life, at a new school— high school— without his best friend by his side. Well, on the other hand, at least he and Mike could still talk over the phone.

Will could not have been more wrong. Mike did not make a single call to Will for the entire seven months that he and his family were in Lenora. Mike did not send a single letter, either. And El was too busy building a shoebox shrine for Mike to realize that her brother was practically falling apart because of their thriving relationship. So Will started unpacking, each box representing a call and letter El received instead of Will. His clothes were put on hangers in the closet, and his art supplies finally found a place next to his bedroom window. And all of Mike’s writing was shoved away into the darkest depths of his lowest desk drawer, never to see the light of day again. Yeah, it was petty, but Will was angry. He deserved to be angry, damnit. He was angry at Mike for abandoning him, and he was angry at himself for being delusional enough to believe Mike cared that much about their friendship.

His mood hadn’t changed much when they’d initially arrived back in Hawkins. He watched from afar as Mike continued to pursue El, who had clearly resigned from their relationship the second Mike referred to her as a superhero following the incident at Rink-o-Mania. About a month into the Vecnapocalypse, Mike had told Will that he’d finally broken up with El. Will was secretly elated; the torture fest was finally over. But when Mike revealed the reason why they’d broken up, which was the very painting that Will had used as a device to try and clear the air between Mike and his sister, his back-breaking efforts seemed to be all for nothing. They had a little argument-turned-heart-to-heart about it, but they hugged it out in the end like best friends do. And things were fine. They were a team again, and that’s what mattered most.

The dynamic between Will and Mike had changed, though, throughout the course of the Vecnapocalypse. They’d gone from being virtually radio silent to… whatever the situation was. They’d flirt, hold hands, listen to each other’s mixtapes, and partnered up together during missions. This continued on for a while until one particular moment in the Upside Down, when Mike had leaned in a bit too close and Will was just about to lean in as well, giving into the deepest desire he’d ever had in his life: kissing Mike square on the mouth. In typical Mike fashion, ever the dramatic, he’d jumped backwards, stumbled outside, tripped over a gigantic vine, and triggered a shit ton of Demobats to swarm the Upside Down version of the Wheeler house. After that shit show, Will couldn’t help but be a little bit bitter towards Mike. That side-battle could have cost them everything. Vecna could have won. And on top of all that, Will was tired of being led on by Mike and all of his contradictions, so Will kept Mike at a distance from there on out. They never brought up the Almost-Kiss ever again. Once he’d moved back to Hawkins for good, unpacking went fairly quickly.

Things got even stranger when a few years had gone by, and the Party had made it out of high school in one piece. Then Will found the letters. When he’d confronted Mike about them, he was pinned against the wall and kissed as if it were something Will should have been expecting that entire time. Which, first of all, he had no fucking idea, and two, he’d just been going along with all the flirting because he’d assumed Mike was merely using him for practice for when they’d inevitably go off to college and find real significant others. But Mike had made his stance on their relationship crystal fucking clear, leaving Will feeling breathless, thoroughly kissed, and blindsided.

There was no way Will could have fathomed that this was how his time in Hawkins was going to close out. He’d been looking forward to the time in his life where everything could just be normal for once; he’d been on a decent roll for the past two years. But Mike just had to go and drop the bomb on Will that he wanted the two of them to spend the rest of their lives together, and that threw Will for a goddamn loop, because in what world– in what universe– was Mike Wheeler loving Will Byers even remotely viable? Had the Upside Down come back again? Was Will trapped in a nightmarish torture chamber, with Mike as the subject of said nightmare? He’d believe it, honestly; when he mentally added up the Vecnapocalypse period of their relationship (including the almost-kiss), the endless mixed signals afterwards, senior prom, the letters, the reality that Mike probably would have just let Will leave without admitting his stupid, dumb, impossible feelings or letting Will know about all of those love letters he’d written over the past few years, it made sense. By the time Will escaped the Wheeler house that humid August evening with tears following the semi-permanent track marks that stained down his face due to crying for literal years back to back, Will knew for sure and certain that he couldn’t spend one more week in Hawkins, Indiana. He was done.

He’d been pretty damn quick about escaping Hawkins to begin with, but the urgency to get away from Mike only accelerated it. He’d spent the rest of the summer avoiding Mike at all costs; he’d been working at Melvald’s with his mom all summer, but started picking up extra hours under the guise of wanting to save as much money as he could for his new car– which he’d already had more than enough money for, but still. Time spent at work was time spent away from Mike. Joyce certainly didn’t complain; she loved having Will around, and savored every moment she could with her Baby Boy before he moved to the Windy City.

Will realized, as he sat on his mattress amongst heaps of boxes scattered across the floor of his dorm at the American Academy of Art, that anger seemed to fuel his unpacking process. It ignited the flame of desire for transition and change in his life. And oh, after the summer he’d just had, did Will desperately need a change. This particular change, Will decided, would be good for him. He was out of Hawkins, at his dream school, about to begin studying the subject that he loved most in the entire world, and Michael Wheeler wasn’t around anymore to throw him off. Will grabbed a marker out of his pencil case and marked off the date: Sunday, August 20th, 1989. This was going to be a good, drama-less, normal year. Will could feel it.

[blindmagdalena]

Sweet Bashful s/o scenario part 2

Now s/o had not expected to catch the amazing Homelander's attention in fact she had hoped not to only because she figured if she had it'd only be because she had done something wrong. There's no other reason for him to interact with a nobody like her. But still the thought of him just saying hi to her made her heart a flutter... So of course when Homelander began testing her admiration for her she at first was quite oblivious to it. In fact the first time he'd glanced over right into her eyes she had immediately felt her heart skip beats... Her face flushed and she immediately looked another way from pure bashfulness. However it was when he began to pay more and more attention to her that she started to actually finally pick up on the fact he was actually doing it. No way the great Homelander himself was giving her attention?! Her?! She felt weak in the knees, light headed in pure bliss especially when it was positive attention. A small smirk here and there she just felt beyond euphoric. It had taken everything in her body to not faint. But do not get s/o wrong she wasn't just a typical fangirl dreaming of her favorite superhero sweet s/o feels honored beyond anything. She had never imagined in a million years. She smiled ever so brightly at work that even other Vought employees were impressed with a employee who actually seemed to enjoy her job. Sometimes she'd even bashfully sing sweetly while she worked alone (or at least when she thought she was alone). It wasn't until a fateful day when sweet s/o was once again singing by herself very gently while organizing the paperwork for the meeting room that it happened... She had heard footsteps coming in which surprised her in itself considering no one ever came in this early. She glanced behind her and gasped. Almost dropping her work... It was him Homelander... She'd immediately look down at her feet blushing insanely and embarrassingly apologize over and over saying she'd be more quiet and was sorry for being so unorganized (despite the fact that she'd been nothing but dedicated). Now should Homelander be gentle and warm in his approach while a warm smile and a friendly greeting s/o will practically almost drop from internal excitement and disbelief. Her heartrate will be through the roof and she'll respond in the most gentle and soft voice "h..hello" back... She will be smiling face red.. and oh goodness if Homelander were to compliment her... She'd feel her vision become dizzy it'd be cometic from Homelander's pov cause I'd imagine he'd hear her heart and blood pressure be completely out of this world. Still s/o would definitely pull herself together 'Don't be an idiot' she'd scold herself in her mind. If Homelander were to ask anything of her it's his. Need an early coffee? Want a certain snack? Flowers? Chocolates? Sweet s/o will be there practically hand and foot ready to please this other worldly being of glory. If Homelander and sweet s/o knew each other like this for a while and Homelander wanted emotional support or physical touch sweet s/o will be more than happy to comply. A hug full of naive love? Hair and head rubs? Words of admiration? "You're perfect, you do what you feel is best" S/o will always serve, overall should Homelander be in need of an emotional support human pet sweet bashful s/o will be the perfect candidate, lord help her if Homelander asks her to walk briskly behind him for company or have her sit on his lap while he is in meetings... Well the first time he asks this... She may just faint from pure bliss.... Her bashfulness just couldn't handle it.. but she'd feel very bad that ever happened...

new entry for the bashful girlies y'all!!! i'm sorry but this reader is too cute, i don't think i can let homie have her. can she follow me around instead??? just kidding. he'd laser my ass 🥲

OF COURSE he would become clingy af. probably goes through a phase of being passive aggressive with her before he realizes oh shit, she really is just like that. sweet enough to make his teeth rot. infuriatingly patient and good. kind to him even when he isn't kind. it's maddening. he's going to have to keep her forever to really test that. i love the juxtaposition we get here. he is so loud, so much larger than life in everything he is, but he could be tamed by someone who was consistent with him. patient. adoring. she's going to find herself with a lot of responsibility when he hands her the end of leash and says "You were nice to me, and now I'm your problem."

[carry-on-my-wayward-gays]

hehe writing challenge :]

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Jimmy doesn't know what to do at this point. He's tried everything he can, and no one- no one would give him respect. It wasn't even respect as a sheriff he was after at this point. He just wanted respect as a person, as a friend. He... wasn't sure he could call them that anymore..

Honestly, he wasn't sure he really had a friend in this world now. Except maybe Joel. He can't even be sure about that at this point.

Well, no better confirmation than the man himself.

"Joel?"

"Yeah, Jim?"

"Are we friends?"

The question is odd, and catches Joel off guard, but he sets his shulker box down and nods. "Yeah? Of course we're friends, Jimmy, what... why do you ask?"

Jimmy hesitates, shaking his head as he sits himself on a spare shulker.

"It's.... It's nothin'..." He mutters, hands clasped in front of him as he stares down at the quartz floor of Stratos.

"No, no-" Joel shakes his head and sets things down, moving to sit down by Jimmy. "Go ahead... you can talk to me, you know that."

Jimmy doesn't say anything for a moment or so. He fidgets with his hands as he mulls over his words.

Eventually, he sighs, and looks at Joel finally. ".. it don't really feel like I got any friends here.... Anymore, anyway." He mutters. "I mean... everyone's just.. they treat me like I'm some kinda toy, an'-... it was a joke at first, sure... but now? Feels like I ain't even a person to them.."

Joel's eyebrows scrunch together at that, concerned for his friend and worried for his declining mental state. It was obvious to anyone who looked further than a few moments. "I see.."

"Ever since I got this sheriff hat,, my life's been dragged t'hell... Jus' when I thought I'd escaped it." Jimmy sighs again and grips his hair. This hat and badge had given him nothing but strife.

"Joel."

"Yeah, Jim?"

"... call a meetin' to Spawn. I want everyone there."

The meeting is called later, everyone save False gathered by their respective chairs and idly chatting about what Joel could possibly want them here for. Until Joel takes his seat, and the only seat remaining empty was for the sheriff.

"Y'er probably all wonderin' what I had Joel gather y'all here for." Jimmy clears his throat. The group save for Joel stare at him questioningly. Joel seems to already know his plan.

"Yeah, we're curious." Oli speaks up first, ever the gregarious soul. "Speak, toy man! Or- wait- do we have to pull on the string first?" He jokes. Joel cringes while the group laughs.

Jimmy, though... doesn't react. He doesn't snap, he doesn't glare, he doesn't move. The laughter fades, more uncomfortable as it tapers off.

Jimmy clears his throat. "Can I talk now?" His voice is cold, emotionless. Something they'd never heard before. It made Lizzie's fur stand on end, and Fwhip's tail slightly rigid.

At their silence, Jimmy continues.

"Since arrivin' to these here lands, an' findin' this here sheriff hat, all y'all have given me nothin' but trouble." He starts, his voice still as void of emotion as before. It was... slightly unsettling, to say the least. Terrifying to say the most.

"An' now that I've had this hat for this long... shit's gotten worse." Finally, emotion. Though it's not one they were expecting.

Jimmy laughs.

"So I figure.. it ain't really worth it anymore."

He's still laughing. It's quiet, vaguely amused. Almost sinister, if you accompany it with the look in his eyes. He removes the hat and sets it on the ground. Then, he rips the sheriff badge from his vest, and drops it right beside the hat.

Then he takes a step back.

"It really ain't worth it."

He reaches into his inventory and produces a flint and steel. He strikes it, and tosses it onto the hat.

A variety of gasps emanate from the crowd, but Jimmy silences them with a glare before any of them can do anything.

"There. Now I ain't shit. I ain't no sheriff. I'm jus' plain ol' Jimmy. I didn' like him much neither." He shakes his head. "He was a whiny, pathetic toy."

The words sound harsher now. He sees a few of them all flinch. Good.

"An' he really wasn' worth anythin', y'know?" His voice is back to being emotionless. Not quite defeated, but somewhere close.

"Y'all were right. You'd all be better off without 'em."

Before anyone can protest, Jimmy leaves, but not without giving them a cold glare.

The sheriff was dead.

Jimmy made damn sure of that.

AH JEEBUS *CRYING* THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!!!! SQUEEZING YOU LIKE A WET RAG SHAKING YOU /POS

In my humble opinion I think it's better than what I came up with, but I also did speedrun writing mine so it's not up to my particular code. Hope you like it regardless :D I enjoyed yours very much! 10/10 as always bestie :3

[blkpntherxo]

My unasked watch through of The Idol episode 2 *SPOILERS*

the warning has already made me even more nervous (yes i know there was a warning in the last episode, but this one is ehhhhhhhhhh)

i stg if he actually does do some dirty talking shit in this, i don't think i can finish. i get second hand embarrassment terribly

i do not like jane adams. like at all.

NOT THE EUPHORIA TEXT FONT LMAOOO COME UP WITH SOMETHING NEW

ooh girl, he ain't picking up? oop

oooohhhhhhhhh, this is when her mother died. scratch what i said before then

wait, when did her mom die? she said she was inspired last night so that obviously means that this picks up the day after the events of last episode. I thought this was a flashback I'm so confused.

YOU STARTED THE SONG OFF WITH MOANING?????? GIRL YOU ARE NOT DONNA SUMMER

honestly the original version was great fck anyone who doesn't think it was

leia nodding to it like the bestie she is, YOU COULD NEVER MAKE ME HATE HER

if that was me showing my team a new version of a song, i'd be standing there shitting bricks pls

00000000KKKKKKKKKKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY that was....some transition. at least the beginning scene ain't 20 minutes this time

damn i gotta mute this, my mom's in the other room lol

oh we're back cool

WHY IS NIKKI ALWAYS ATTACKING XANDER BACK OFF BITCH

managers/agents/record labels probably act like this in real life. if she don't like it, she don't like it. she's the one making you money dummy

LEIA SAY SOMETHING (i know she won't bc she's a shy girly) PLS

THIS MAN STILL ISN'T PICKING UP HIS PHONE GIRL YOU'RE BEING PLAYED

so Chaim is like the dad figure for her aww

why am i enjoying this

the new version of the song sounds like it could be played in step up with all that breathing. i can see them doing a chest pump with it Imao

"why'd you play them the song?" SHUT UP BRO YOU HAVEN'T BEEN ANSWERING HER TEXTS WTF WERE YOU DOING????????

YOU'RE PHONE WAS ON SILENT PLS GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BRO I CAN'T STAND YOU

we don't even know the passage of time because that damn studio has no windows BUT HE LEFT HIS PHONE ON FUCKING SILENT BRO

• i'm just typing angrily on my keyboard right now, this man has me so heated

if i was jocelyn, i would not have answered bc you just ghosted me after we had that good good and applesauce and NOW YOU WANNA TALK?

at least the scenes are progressing faster than the pilot

izaak is def...ya know💅🏿

DID HE JUST INTERRUPT HER?? AFTER SHE'S BEEN TRYING TO CONTACT HIM FOR THE PAST FEW HOURS???

she said "i am the id babes" PERIOD

LET HER KEEP DOING IT SHE WANTS IT TO BE BETTER YOU BITCHES

she's obviously going through something and no one is sensing that

NIKKI YOU WERE THERE WHEN DYANNE WAS DOING THE DANCE HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW WHO SHE IS

Chaim really is a father figure to her awwwwwwwwwwww

THEY GOT A PI ON TEDROS LMAOOO THAT'S WHAT YOU GET WHORE

I love DaVine she's so mother

NIKKI YOU BTICH

how can they shoot it if dyanne's not there?

please tell me the music video is coming out

NO THE FUCKING CAMERA ISN'T WORKING Y'ALL SHOULD'VE HAD SOMEONE ON TOP OF THIS WHAT WERE YOU DOING DURING THAT 15 MINUTE BREAK BRO?????

so instead of just cutting, they let her do the whole routine while the shot was OUT OF FOCUS??? I'd fight that director on the spot i'm so heated

it don't matter if i'm giving 110%, if i'm not seen yell cut and fix the shit

now she's gonna mess up again and they're gonna be on her ass bc she wants it to be perfect

the filmmaker in me is trembling in anger i'd light that damn set on fire

director? fired. dp? dropped. 1st ac? probably didn't do anything, but that's why the take is shitty so they're gone too

they need to call it a day bc she's literally hurting herself

HE HAS A SHOCK COLLAR ON IZAAK WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU BRO

that $450,000 ain't worth her health

oh, she's breaking. end it for the day y'all, she's been pushed too much

of course this is gonna drive her into tedros' arms even more

PEP TALK HER INTO IT? NO SHE NEEDS TO GO HOME AND REST

DAVINE YOU'RE NOW MY FAVORITE CHARACTER BC SHE UNDERSTANDS THAT NONE OF THOSE BITCHES WOULDN'T BE THERE WITHOUT JOCELYN

it's kinda giving "black best friend", but i still fuck with it

oh SHUT UP NIKKI NO ONE LIKES YOU

OH FUCK YOU NIKKI YOU BITCH HOW DARE YOU JUST REPLACE HER

sam levinson loves his zoom ins and zoom outs

"hello angel" fuck off bro

DYANNE NO

DYANNE WHAT THE HECK BRO

are you sure you should be wearing heels babe?

at least he has transportation

what a beautiful chocolate man

NOW WHO TOLD YOU THAT YOU CAN SWIM IN THAT GIRLS POOL? WITH NOTHING ON?

ok but who's the black girl?

DO NOT CORRUPT MY INNOCENT GIRL LEIA WITH YOUR FOOLISHNESS TEDROS

CHOLE WHO SAID YOU CAN TAKE A TOUR?

that wig was professionally done at the Tyler Perry School of Wigs lord FIX IT

WHAT IS CHLOE DOING?????

WHAT. IS. CHLOE. DOING.

wait, DID HE TELL CHLOE THE SAME THINGS?

okay, it's getting very wattpad/ao3 right now

or is chloe wanting to be her?

HIS MOANS........

thought the sex scenes would be worse than this tbh, but that isaac and leia one was a jumpscare ngl

MOVE IN? WHAT THE FUCK

chloe can play and sang baby

WHERE DID THE BLACK GIRL GO????

YES HARMONY

oh poor leia

but like seriously WHERE DID THE FUCKING BLACK GIRL GO?????????

my overall opinion of the episode: way better than the first. I didn't feel that it was dragging on at any point. the writing is still a little iffy, although I understand why some characters say certain things. Abel, babe, either the acting ain't it bc the script is off or he just can't act. Like there were points were I liked his acting, but then he'd do something that just deducted 10 points for me. Not to mention that last scene when they were at Jocelyn's house and he started talking dirty to her, I wanted to throw myself out the window bc it was giving Wattpad/AO3 vibes and not in a good way. Overall, I give this episode a 7/10. Do with that what you will.

[fairytalearista]

I posted 657 times in 2022

That's 657 more posts than 2021!

116 posts created (18%)

541 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 436 of my posts in 2022

Only 34% of my posts had no tags

#kendra e. ardnek - 41 posts

#books - 29 posts

#writing - 21 posts

#fairy tales - 18 posts

#austen fairy tale - 17 posts

#rizkaland legends - 14 posts

#the austen fairy tale - 13 posts

#cinderella - 11 posts

#pro life - 11 posts

#jane austen - 9 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#okay but i've been looking for a good version of much ado to watch ... for a project ... i think i need to go hunt down the full version...

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So, I published a Cinderella / Pride and Prejudice mashup last week. And it's already my fifth-highest grossing book, as it just passed the royalty total for the book I published ten years ago...

So, um, if anyone else wants to help me see how many more of my back titles it can outsell by the end of the month, that would be fun. The title is Crown and Cinder, and it is the second book of a series of Austen / Fairy tale mashups. (By the end of next year, I do plan to have all six of Austen's novels retold, and I have a fairy tale picked out for every one of them). It's pseudo-medieval worldbuilding with elemental magic, and I think they're pretty fun.

And if you'd like to check out some other fun Cinderella retellings, I just published Cindy Ellen, a short and sweet western-esque retelling by my mother, and my friend Sarah Pennington released Mask of Scarlet, which is a mystery set in a Jazz-era world with fae. It's delicious and I highly recommend the whole series. Bastian is the Best, and you all need to fall in love with him as much as I have.

56 notes - Posted May 2, 2022

#4

Can y'all do a thing for me? Crown & Cinder, my Cinderella / Pride & Prejudice mashup, is currently 99 cents on kindle, and will be so for about a week. It's a countdown sale, meaning that I'm making the full 70% royalty.

I'd like to try to get 1,000 sales while it's a dollar. I'm currently sitting at one. So if the concept sounds intriguing to you (and it's a VERY fun story - Lizzy has fire magic!), please consider buying it - and sharing this post to spread the word. a thousand sales is a lofty goal, but I think if I can hit the algorithm right, it'll be possible. So, pretty please, go check it out.

(And, cough, book 1 will be 99 cents next week, but I dropped this one this week 'cause of scheduling issues. So keep an eye out for that.)

57 notes - Posted July 13, 2022

#3

"He's only mean to you because he likes you."

Like many girls, I was told this by my mother, but it was always with the caveat: "And he lacks the emotional maturity to properly handle the attraction." And I think that's an important caveat that most girls need to hear - you can take the complement, you can let it boost your self-esteem, but move on. He's just an immature boy who isn't worth your time.

And, honestly, it can work both ways. Girls can be just as mean when they don't want to admit attraction.

319 notes - Posted July 19, 2022

#2

"What your characters say is their motivation isn't in line with their character and actions."

Yup, it's called narrative dissonance. Homegirl ain't being honest enough with herself to admit what's actually driving her. Maybe she'll figure out over the course of the book, maybe we won't. Who knows. I love pitting show and tell against each other and seeing who comes out on top.

522 notes - Posted July 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The secret of creating good art isn't talent, it's patience.

I'm an author, my sister draws and paints, but we both dabble in the other's wheelhouse.

And, one day, I had just hastily thrown together my cartoonish attempt at a fairy (Not terrible, but I've just accepted that my art style is on the cartoon side of things), and my sister starts telling me all the tricks and stuff that improves proportions and style ... and I just look at her and go, "I don't have the patience for that."

And she just pulls back, blinking. "But you sit there, hours upon hours, stringing words together for your books. Don't tell me you don't have patience."

"I do have patience for writing. Every word I write is visible progress, and I've moved forward in the story. But art is static. And I don't have the patience that allows me to pour hours and hours into something static. You, however, focus on that one image and chip away at until you have it."

My other main craft is knit and crochet. My sister sews. And I realize that this holds true. My patience is linear. I'll spend weeks and years on a project, just so long as each word or stich is a visible step forward. My sister's patience is more abstract. She will polish the details on a image until it's perfect, constructing elements until it fits her vision - but she won't give it the time I will. She wants to get things done and have them be over.

And neither one is wrong. Neither is unreasonable. But if you have an art you want to pursue, you have to give it patience. The patience to do the craft, and the patience to learn how to do it well.

And yes, some of us have a bit of talent that means we need a little less patience ... but that talent is just a head start. We still have to run the rest of the race.

6,677 notes - Posted April 29, 2022

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(Btw, C&C is officially now my second-highest grossing book, and it is slowly but steadily overtaking the record holder, Water Princess, Fire Prince)

[christ-brought-me-through]

hey y'all, I'm on my period again and summer walker is playing so lets get it

So it’s been a minute since I've seen or had any contact with him. I’m glad, but as you can probably guess, I’m feeling some type of way about it again (my period truly is a raggedy bitch). So basically I got my feelings hurt recently because I was creeping on their twitters for no apparent reason at all. Now I thought he didn't claim her online because that's just the type of whore he is but on the contrary, he actually does. I saw a few exchanges between them and he even addressed her as “his girl”. I ain’t gon lie that shit hurt but it is what it is. He wants to act “right” by her after doing me so dirty, *pssh* whatever. I just need to stay in my lane and not worry about them because the more I do, the more hurt I'll be. He has no way to contact me other than text messages (I have him blocked on all social media) and I have a feeling that he isn't bold enough to text me. And if he does I’m literally going to straight out ask him what he wants because there is nothing for us to talk about. We have to work together on future projects and I don't know how that’ll happen without us getting close because I know the type of personality he has. But we shall see. I just know one thing, things can never go back to the way they used to.

Reflection:

Looking back at this day, I 1000000% feel for 19 year old babygirl. At 23, I'm just now being able to control my EXTREME mood swings when it comes to my cycle. And can we please talk about how we're literally on our periods 3 out of 4 weeks of the month?! -_- Like cmon bruh, of course I'm gon be tweakin. And it didn't help one bit that no one person in my family talked about this stuff (most likely due to ignorance and misogyny regarding the topic) growing up, so I had to figure this out all on my own. When my period decided to make her grand appearance, I was 12 years old in the 7th grade, and the only conversations I had with the women in my family were surrounding the biased preferences of pads as opposed to tampons and keeping myself clean so I don't stink... Not a drop of information was given about the changes my body would be going through as the months progressed. Especially with me getting older and cycles changing right along with you, as you age and develop. WHY AM I STILL GETTING MONTHLY ACNE AT 23?!! *ahem* Excuse me. The lack of preparation for such a huge milestone in my life apparently still gets me riled up.

It also didn't help that I would amplify the depression by listening to heart-wrenching music, in the dark, after isolating myself from those who cared about me. But hey, #whattayagonnadoaboutit?? It's what happens when you're the eldest that just so happens to be raised by the media because "you're so mature for your age"; i.e "we don't have to properly raise you because you're already ahead of where we were, at your age". *eye roll* To be able to be a kid, with an actual childhood that wasn't ripped away at such a young age, I'd be living such a different life right now.

The way society glamorizes adulthood in children's movies and television shows is a sick ploy to get children to literally give their souls and innocence to the closest adult, so said adult feels temporary relief from the "impending doom" we've all come to know as aging. The fetish behind youth has become so normalized that most people turn a blind eye to blatant forms of pedophilia and ageism. But we'll touch more on that another time.

[icannotgetoverbirds]

bit of a vent

so. this is NOT the fault of anyone here, online, or any of my friends. it's mostly just here for the sake of keeping a record, I guess. remembering and recording my existence. my memory's kinda shot, so I figure this is a good way to not lose something.

Had to get my old keys out today. The vague thought crossed my mind that it might be unpleasant to see the things that were supposed to signify my freedom from and access to a home that I can no longer live in, but I powered through. Then, of course, I looked at the keys as I pulled them out. One of them has a ladybug printed on it.

Ladybugs. It had to be ladybugs.

The first Halloween costume I ever wore was of a ladybug. My mom sewed it herself. My first name rhymed with lady, so I was -ady bug to her. To my grandmother. To my aunts and uncles. Hell, even to my cousins, all of whom were younger than me.

Are, I suppose. I wonder what they'd think of me now.

I damn near had a seizure from how badly it triggered... something. Stars know I got dizzy as all get out. I ignored it, used my keys for what I'd needed them for, and dropped them back into my bag.

They were kind of a symbol, I guess. Of me. Of the relationship between us. I was my mother's little bug.

I guess the reason I blame her so much is because I'd already learned to expect callousness and a lack of care from my stepfather. He wasn't getting off easy, he just didn't matter as much to me anymore. Our relationship had always been rocky, and I'd left it up to him to begin the process of repairing it after numerous failed attempts on my part.

He never did. He was content to be held at arms length, if his actions were anything to go by.

Or maybe I blame her because she couldn't accept that distance. The walls I began putting up against her. The silent, unspoken, ever-growing rift between us that was impossible to cross with anything short of a miracle.

She couldn't live with that. She couldn't accept that I needed her to step back. So she stepped in, stepped on me, I don't know. I'm sure I could come up with a better metaphor if I hadn't been, you know, having seizures all day.

I don't even remember where I was going with this. Something about the catharsis of Skinamarink, despite it not having a particularly cathartic ending. Speaking of which, don't watch that unless you've got a strong stomach for horror. It's... effective horror, that's for sure.

Just... I was living a nightmare, in that damn house, and now I guess I'm in a stress dream instead. Huge improvement, so I got that going for me. Wendigoon's analysis video on Skinamarink is much more manageable than the movie itself, from what I hear - both were too much for me, if I'm being honest.

And if you've read this far... thanks for stickin' with me, y'all. Don't worry, I'm doing okay, just feeling a lot of things right now. On that note, I might consider a stay at a mental health facility after my neurology appointment since they might be able to help me get all of this sorted out sooner than later. I'll try and warn y'all ahead of time if and when that happens.

Love y'all <3

[spencerswhoreclub]

Liar

By- spencerswhoreclub

Wc- 1014

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This chapter contains- punishment, use of daddy (in a teasing manner), mommy kink, degrading, mentions bondage and choking, slight humiliation (in front of friends/ coworkers), dom y/n and sub Spencer, female penetration, impact play, and oral fixation

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Spencer's POV

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We had just finished up a case that was particularly easy so Rossi decided we needed to celebrate with drinks at his house- sorry, mansion. We were all just hanging out and talking when the topic of sex came up.

"Pretty boy, I bet y/n wears the pants in you guys' relationship. I could not imagine you telling her what to do, or anyone really"

Morgan might have been right but I don't have to let him know. Y/n is across the room talking to JJ so it wouldn't hurt to embellish a little bit.

"Actually on the contrary, just last week I had y/n tied up with my hands wrapped around her throat while she was moaning like a bitch"

To be fair this is a real scenario but in this case I was the one being fucked

"Oh hey y/n, we were just talking about y'all's sex life, I really didn't expect that dynamic"

Fuck, I'm in trouble

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Y/n's POV

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"Oh Spencer told you about our dynamic, most men are generally too ashamed to admit they get dominated by a woman."

Morgan, Rossi, Tara, and Emily all spit out their drinks at the same time.

"Now pretty boy, you have some explaining to do"

"What do you mean Morgan"

"Come on Reid, tell her what you just told us"

"No, I'm good"

"Actually I'd love it hear it"

I say while grabbing the back of his neck

"Um- I s-said I had you tied up with my hands wrapped around your throat while you were... moaning like a bitch"

"Oh really, because if my memory serves me right I could have sworn I was the one doing that to you"

I heard echos of "oohs" and "damn" from our teammates then Emily says "that's a lot of damage"

"Now either that eidetic memory of yours is failing or you lied to our friends and broke one of my rules. What's rule number three, Spencer"

"Um I don't think it would be appropriate-"

"Oh we don't mind" Morgan spoke up

"R-rule number three- no lying and always have open communication"

"That's right, so you know what that means"

"Boy wonder is going to get punished!"

"Shut up derek"

"No Spencer, he's right enjoy your time here because you're in for it when we get home"

I walk away not even sparing a glance at Spencer, with the girls following close on my heels. In the distance I hear Morgan speak

"Damn, you really fucked your self"

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Later that night

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I open the door to Spencer and I's shared apartment and drag him to our room. I was about to yell at him but then I got an idea, so I dropped to my knees instead.

"Oh daddy please please fuck me, since you're the one in charge please put me in my place"

He just stared at me dumbfounded and I figured he thought I'd let him off the hook with this one but I'm not feeling very generous today.

"Well what are you waiting for, please do it"

Once he finally realized I was being serious he ordered me to get on the bed and strip to which I immediately obliged.

He took off his clothes then was about to do something but then hesitates, then he goes to grab me but then stopped himself again, this happens two more times until he blurts out

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I said all of that please just take back control mommy"

"Get on your knees and beg, then maybe I'll even let you fuck me"

"Please, please ruin me I need it so bad, I need my domme"

"Fine, get up here and kiss me"

He smashed our lips together and I pulled him on top of me. He started kissing down my neck then took my nipple between his lips.

"God I love your boobs... and you"

"Sure, now hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind."

As soon as he puts it in and we both moan loudly, he gradually speeds up and hits just the right spots to make me close. But after a few minutes he flips us over so I'm on top, because he's too tired.

Of course I'm a little annoyed but I'm not going to stop chasing my orgasm. To get a little revenge I slapped him, and he immediately moaned loudly.

"Look at you, you're such a worthless fucking slut, I let you fuck me and you can't even seem to do that right. What do you think the team would say if they saw you being my bitch"

He lets out high pitched moans followed by something that kinda sounded like "I'm close" but I'm not letting him get off that easy

"No no no, you don't get to fucking cum till after I do" I wrapped my hands around his throat

I know he can't make himself last for much longer and neither does he so he reaches down between our bodies and rubs my clit.

"Fuck, I'm so close"

As soon as I end my sentence I finish, my orgasm milking Spencer's out. I get off of him and lay on my back.

"Clean me up"

He then gets between my legs and licks himself off of me, I shudder because I was already sensitive from cumming.

"Next time when someone asks about our dynamic, just be honest, there's nothing to be ashamed about. Got it"

"Yes ma'am"

"Good, now go to sleep, you've got to face Derek in the morning."

[n1k1tty]

kiss me ! part 2

“hawaii!” niki yells, throwing as fist in the air as he enters the van “riki, it’s 3am in the morning, please shut up” jay retorts, going back to sleep as he leans on the window

as if it was almost planned, you and jake sat beside each other at the furthest seat. it was complicated, you didn’t know if you were comfortable or not, you felt tense, afraid of jake’s teasing if you touch him even the slightest. yet you also didn’t want to leave your seat.

you let out a huff, trying to find a position where you could comfortably sleep in. you were spooked at the sudden hand that leans your head on their shoulders “you can sleep on my shoulders, it’s alright” jake chuckles, already drifting to sleep the second after he did that “thanks” you mumble, easing into his warmth.

you laugh a little at his aching figure “this is funny to you? after i’ve been so kind to let you sleep on my shoulder?” he pouts “i deserve a long massage during our flight” he jokes, continuing to carry your bags.

dumbfounded by the fact that you stayed with him, giving him a glance filled with guilt “y/n seriously, i’m fine. it’ll go away sooner or later” he reassures you, his heart exploding at the sight of you with glimmering eyes, feeling the guilt you expressed them with.

“what do you wanna eat for breakfast?” you mumble, taking the luggage cart from his grasp. he laughs at your attempt to make him feel better “sorry? didnt quite hear that well” he teases, making you give him a glare, almost forgetting that he was ‘injured’ you raise your hand to almost give him a punch “good thing you’re hurting or i would’ve punched your ass back to australia” you roll your eyes “you heard what i said!” eyebrows frowning as you look away “alright alright, i’m fine with coffee really—” he lets out a breathy chuckle, dragging his feet as he follows you around “—nonsense! breakfast is important. don’t give me that type of bullshit sim” you cut him off, stopping by a little restaurant as you tell the other members to go ahead “im getting you pancakes. better finish it or you’re not living to see another day”

he laughs “this is quite a unique way to care for someone don’t you think” you roll your eyes "eat the damn pancakes sim jaeyun"

"yas ma'am"

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after everyone had met up, you all started finding your seats. you were bewildered, somehow, because now you found yourself wanting to switch seats with sunghoon for obvious reasons. but of course, you --again, didn't have the guts to do so.

a few hours into the flight and a few glances from jake here and there, you received a message

jake :):

hey pretty girl, do me a favour and go to the washroom behind you

you:

and why exactly?

jake :):

no questions asked. i just miss you ;)

you swore you wanted to jump off the plane. pretty girl?! he misses me?!. you feel the heat creeping up in your face as you asked jungwon "hey, could you get up of a sec. i gotta go to the washroom" you whisper, mumbling a small 'thank you' before you walked to the washroom.

you felt a hand pull you "hey" he giggles, arms wrapped around your waist "you scared me! i thought i was getting abducted" you slap his shoulder. although you would be lying if you said you didn't want to just grab him and kiss him right at this moment.

he looked so good with his button up shirt, showing off his collar bones, neck wearing the beaded necklace you made for him during the summer and your birthstone necklace. his hair was messy, and you couldn't deny how hot he looked with his glasses on.

"you should consider buttoning up" you hesitantly say, looking anywhere but his eyes. of course he catches on to your intentions, but he felt like pissing you off "why? i'm showing off your necklace" he giggles "i even bought your birthstone" he grabs the necklace with his thumb, making you roll your eyes as you cross your arms, making sim jaeyun giggle.

he places his hand under your chin, finally letting you looking at him "switch seats with sunghoon please. i don't think i like the sight of you sleeping on jungwon's shoulders" now it was your time to piss him off.

"why?" you pout, "his shoulders are so comfortable, and we don't want your shoulders aching again now do we?" you give him a slight smile, well it wasn't like you weren't planning to switch with sunghoon way before the flight even started anyway.

jake rolls his eyes "that leaves you no choice--"

"can y'all hurry up? i'll switch with you y/n gosh! just let me pee!" sunghoon bangs on the door, making jake laugh "well that was easy"

--

oh how you regret changing seats.

because now you get to fully witness the flight attendants obviously flirting with him.

"good morning sir" she annoyingly giggles, biting her lip as she leans in way too close. jake leans back, letting out a small laugh out of politeness "hi, yeah i'd like..." he orders his food while you glare at the girl who's been displeasingly close to him "what can i get for you ma'am?"

"oh my girlfriend would like the same thing" jake interrupts, giving you a sly wink after placing his hand on top of yours. you let out a small scoff after seeing the disappointed look on the girl as she hands you the food. your skips a beat. girlfriend? you thought

now he was starting to piss you off. he was doing everything but ask you out. and with every ounce of pride you had in your soul, you hated to admit that you were starting to get really impatient. were you not obvious about your feelings? was the handmade necklace and the concern you have for him not obvious enough?

"ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Hawaii" the pilot announces, after you got your hand carry, you didn't even bother waiting for jake. immediately walking out of the plane, causing him to tilt his head out of confusion.

he didn't get a chance to talk to you, i mean, how could he when you would immediately start walking away from him whenever he tried to walk towards you.

as you sat beside jay in the tour bus, he gives you a weird look "why are you here" you give him a lost look "can i not...?" that's when he knew something happened between you and jake "y/n if this is because of jake--" you place your hand on his mouth, leaning way too close. but luck wasn't on your side today, because jake saw.

"shut up please! and yes! it is about him. so please spare me and let me sit here for the meantime" jay chuckles, "jake's going to kill me for this" he mumbles, leaning back to the chair "what?"

"nothing" he gives you a grin

--

after you guys arrived to jay's beach house you immediately grab your bag before jake could help you

"alright riki and sunoo are sharing a room, jungwon and heeseung are sharing, and...." jay looks at you, sunghoon and jake, not knowing what to do "you three figure it out. i'm just letting you know one gets to have their own room" jay starts to head to his own room, shrugging his shoulders as he walks past you with widened eyes.

"we already know what's about to happen. i'm getting my own room-"

"no!" you yell

"yes!" jake yells in unison,

"well......" sunghoon stood there, waiting for the both of you to talk "well, i just think i should get the room since you know-- i'm a girl and-- you and jake are best friends so you should be roommates" you explain, giving sunghoon an awkward smile "yeah sure whatever- ow!" jake hits sunghoon in the arm "you idiot! take the goddamn room!" jake grits through his teeth "you know what y/n! i change my mind. i uh, i think im going to take the room"

"why?!" you whisper with a harsh tone. poor sunghoon "IM GOING TO JERK OFF OR SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW" he yells, although he regrets it after the maids give him a weird look "ayo what?" heeseung peaks through the door "nothing! i didn't mean that. just --ugh! i'm heading out" he grabs his luggage, stomping through the hallways as he walks to the room. leaving you with jake.

--

you were about to have a mental breakdown "jay! you're seriously not helping me at all!" you give him a shove "ow! you need to control your strength sometimes! and i'm sorry okay? i just panicked, and i think you and jake being roommates wouldn't be a mistake. it's better to fix your problems instead of just sweeping it under the rug. you can't avoid him forever y/n" he was right. and you knew that. but you couldn't bring yourself to tell jake what was bothering you. even the thought of it was embarrassing, because what if he wasn't even intending to date you at all?

you walk back to the room, hesitating whether you should open it or not. but after hearing no noise, you open the door "AH OH MY GOD SORRY--" there you saw a shirtless jake, hair wet and his glasses having a few drops of water from his hair. he grabs your hand before you could walk out again "y/n, please talk to me" he places his hands on both sides of your shoulders "did i do something wrong? whatever it is, i'm really sorry" he panics, slightly pouting at the silent treatment you gave him "jake i-"

"dinners ready!" riki barges in, freezing at the sight of you two "oh- hey! riki, let's go!" you grab his arm, walking towards the dining room "please don't mention it" you whisper, sitting in between riki and jay.

jake later follows, now in his grey shirt and the checkered pajamas he wore earlier, he gives you a small smile before sitting next to heeseung.

"so, sunghoon. did you have fun?" heeseung teases

"shut up!"

--

"this wasn't going as planned anymore!" jake groans, he was currently in jay's room, ranting his frustrations out while jay listened. when jake had heard about the trip to hawaii, he originally planned to confess when you guys went to the party, it's not like the party had already happened, but it was already tomorrow "i already apologized, yet she still wouldn't speak"

"do you even know why she's mad?" jay asked, leaning on the bad with his arms as he watched jake pacing around his room "...no?"

"jake sim you idiot"

it was 1 am in the morning and you finally finished playing games with riki and heeseung. you were hesitating to open the door once again. afraid of letting the incident happen once more. you knock lightly, hoping that he was there and you could finally make up

but before you could open the door, jake already opened it. immediately embracing you "please talk to me" he whispers gently in your ear. you couldn't help but burst out crying, causing him to panic, he caresses your hair "let's go for a walk yeah?" he grabs your wrist, his touch so gentle as if you were fragile.

he wipes your tears as you walk along the shore "i missed you. you know?" he holds your hand as you both drag your feet along the sand. you hit him on his shoulder "ow!"

"that's what you get!" you sniffle, looking at the reflection of the moon on the sea "what did i do?" he chuckles, searching for your eyes. he tilts his head when you don't respond "hello?"

"cause! you always flirt with me, calling me your girlfriend and hugging me! i hate it! i hate it because my heart always skips a beat every time and i always expect you to ask me out soon yet you never do!" you yell, your skin was glowing under the moonlight. jake was in awe the moment he saw your glistening eyes that had tears threatening to fall.

he had the sudden urge to kiss you and tell you how he felt.

and he did. because jake was a man who never doubted his feelings when it came to you.

he pulls you by the waist, causing you to let out a yelp. his lips touches yours, and it stayed like that for a while, to make up for the moments he wasted without you this whole vacation. you wrap your hands around his neck, playing with his hair

"can i be your boyfriend?" he cheekily says, his smile making you smile as well "suck my ass. sim jaeyun. yes, i'd love for you to be my boyfriend"

"i'd gladly suck your a--"

"sim jaeyun!"

--

[bonus bcs i haven't posted in a while]

it was the morning of the party, you were in jake's arms "finally you're awake! good morning!" he excitedly says, peppering you with kisses "the guys are in the pool so get changed" he informs you, smacking your ass as soon as you got up "getting too comfortable for our first day aren't we?" you tilt your head, giving him a smirk "can't help it" he send a wink your way.

as soon as you got out in your swimsuit, jake's mouth drops "do a little turn for me" he smirks, twirling you around as he hypes you up "holy shit! i'm so lucky aren't i" he checks you out, earning a smack from you "ow! alright but i'm not letting them check you out like that! wear my shirt"

(he didn't let you go from the jacuzzi after heeseung hyped you up lol)

--

[party]

you told jake to go ahead, wanting to surprise him with the dress you bought.

after arriving to the party jake almost dropped the drink he had in his hand after he saw you. he was smiling so hard when the little girl put a Lei (flower neck lace) on you. he felt so proud when the other men at the party look at you giving him a hug

"that's right, she's mine" he thought

after you walked to wards him he grabs you by the waist "you look so pretty in red" he says, hugging you tightly "is that so?" you ask, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips, making him all giddy

--

part 1

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HI GUYS :D. i will be posting the visuals for this fic so pls wait :)

[wornoutmouse]

Sukuna pt 1

So i wrote this man's name wrong in this whole thing but you got me fucked up if you think I'm going back and editing. It will be fixed in the part 2

Dubious Concent, very breif religious themes, manipulation

Spoiler: this takes place after the deal

"So there's something I have yet to tell you about." You raise your face from your textbook and look over at Yuji.

It was Saturday and you two had agreed to study together well, you were studying, he was more or less watching you solve problems that "had too many letters to be math."

"What is it Yuji?" The pink haired boy scratched the back of his head as he looked anywhere but your face. You raise an inpatient eyebrow and glare at him over the rim of your glasses. "Let's talk about it today not tomorrow please."

A faint blush formed over the bridge of his nose as he made eye contact with you again. "Well you see, I kinda got a curse demon thing named Sakuna inside of my body cause I kinda ate 4 out of 20 of his fingers."

The room was filled with silence as Yuji waited for your response. You blinked once. Then twice. Then thrice. "Get the hell out my house Itadori." Was all you said as you returned to your book and mumbled a quick prayer.

"What seriously I didn't even get to explain!" You closed your book and threw it at him. "I am a child of God if you don't get yo demonic self out of my bubble of safety!" Yuji dogged the incoming stack of literature with a playful smile on his face.

"Aw come on Y/n, you haven't even met the guy! What happened to don't judge a book by it's cover?" You put a hand on your hip, "Yeah well this book doesn't have very good reviews."

You walked up to your desk drawer and pulled out a cross and a spray bottle you had blessed. "If you really got all that in ya guts, let me meet him then." A concerned face comes over Yuji's features. "Well uh...I was joking."

 You cross your arms over your chest and trap your foot, Yuji gulps slowly and you can't help but notice his eyes briefly travel down. You drop your arms and wiggle your jello like body to get his attention.

"I don't think it's a good idea right now he hasn't shut up since we've got here." You roll your eyes, "Oh no backing out now, let me meet him since he has so much to say!"

You saunter up to Yuji with a smirk on your face, "Don't be a chicken, if I get in trouble you can just come save me can't you?" Yuji nodded but looked to the side still conflicted, "All right but only for a moment." 

You shrugged and walk back to your bed,  truly not believing that your friend was 'cursed'. As you go to put your cross back, hands come to hold your waist. "Wow Yuji, take me to dinner first!"

Itadori doesn't respond and you tense as you feel a warm breath caresses your neck. "The hell…?" Turning around you look up at Yuji with a bored face. "Are you still doing your little demon bit?"

Yuji's eyes are closed but his mouth is spread wide in a grin as dark lines creep onto his smooth skin. To your complete horror, his eyes finally open along with two others from what you had first assumed to be some type of symmetrical scarring.

"Well would you look at that, the brat actually trusted me." You pull away, the harsh feeling of your desk behind you, burned like fire as you realised you had nowhere else to go.

"T-This can't be real, stop playing with me Yuji." A sharp smirk formed on Yuji's face but you knew it wasn't him. "Oh no this is as real as it gets sweet cheeks." The curse, Sakuna backs away from you and looks around your room.

"So this is a modern home now a days?" You slowly pork yourself away from your desk and back towards your front door. "This would be a dorm but yeah." Sakuna glances at you from the corner of his eyes and you violently found yourself standing in front of your bed.

"What the hell!?" You yell as you stumble in place. "Why are you trying to run dear, the party is just starting." You frown and  turn back to see Sakuna's grinning face. '

'forgive me Yuji but I'm about to beat your body to a pulp' 

Calculated eyes go down your figure and you couldn't help but shiver with anticipation. "You know the kid was right. Ever since we arrived I couldn't stop talking about what a glorious piece of ass you were." 

The new personality rolled Yuji's head in thought as he gazed at your pudgy figure, "Alot of ass it seems."

A presence formed behind you and rough hands enveloped your cheeks, turning your face to glare up at Sakuna. "I don't know if it's the foreigner blood in you but you're a gem doll!" Sakuna purred into your ear.

A warm tongue swipes your cheek and you cringe away. "Would you look at that, you kinda do taste like chocolate!" You jerk your body away from the giggling curse and wipe your face with the sleeve of your shirt. "Ya know I'm really starting not to like you dude."

Sakuna blinked with wide eyes, "Dude?"  The air around the two of you seemed to cool a multitude of degrees as an unseen force flings you at the wall above your bed. "Ow-" your complaint is cut off as Sakuna appears before you with the same wide eyes.

"You need to learn some damn manners 'dude'." Sakuna pushes you down on your back with one hand while the other props him up above you. "Let's get to know each other huh, have a lil fun?!" 

Sakuna leans down and kisses you. It's harsh and unforgiving and consists mostly of gnashing teeth. It may have been your imagination but you swear you could taste hints of metallic forming on your swollen lips. Any further investigation is forgotten as Sakuna's tongue roughly explored your mouth, swallowing your whimpers.

You weakly raise a hand against his firm chest as he growled against your mouth. After long last, you were able to break away long enough to speak as air returned to your lungs, "Y-Yuji!" 

Sakuna covers a hand over your mouth, "Not yet, I'm not finished." Sakuna looks at you for a moment, clearly annoyed. "Let's make a deal coco." Your nerves twitched at the nickname.

"Don't call me that, and why do you think I'd make a deal with you!?" Sakuna grinned as he squished your cheeks together with a mocking tone in his voice. "Because I have the power to hold your precious brat back long enough to snap your pretty little neck."

This of course was not true as per his previous agreement  but you didn't need to know that. "What kinda deal you talking about, it ain't got nothing to do with my soul do it?" Sakuna tossed his cotton candy head back with a honk of a laugh. "You mortals are so funny."

A bit of an adoring look came over Sakuna's face as he looked at you. The expression was so unexpected, for a moment you thought Itadori had regained control. "The deal is; I have 4 minutes to do whatever I want with you and then I hand the reigns back to pretty boy."

You glare into Sakuna's many eyes, "Promise?" Sakuna pressed a clawed hand across his heart and a sky smile washed over his face.

"I make no promises I make deals."

I already got the rest but i kinda wanna hear y'all beg

[sup3rsexy-ax0lotl]

I've recently started watching mlp again (despite being in my mid teens) and I swear I am going to wife up Applejack. It is my life goal.

♡ 18+ fanfic

♡ Will include smut if I feel like it y'all be patient

♡ A lot of cheesy romance ahead, you've been warned 🧍🧍

♡ This is a wlw fanfic so men go away 😌💞

♡ Mild blood warning but not too bad it's a little tiny cut

~ Apple of my Eye ~

You'd grown familiar with the people of Ponyville, though you were very much closer to some than others, but despite that everyone loved seeing you around the town. Your closest friends were the "Main Six" of Ponyville: Twilight, Rarity, Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Applejack (your best friend from the whole group).

You and Applejack had grown a bond unlike any of the rest of the people in the Ponyville. She made you feel special and always made sure you were comfortable and happy with your work. Even on her busy days tending to her farm she would spare a minute to talk to you. Of course if she ever needed help you would drop everything immediately to aid her in anything she needed; be it apple picking or repainting the barn.

As your friendship grew with Applejack, however, you couldn't help but notice a heaviness in your chest whenever the two of you were apart. But it would feel even heavier when you were together.

At first, it left you confused, but as it started to interfere with your work, you grew frustrated. Why wouldn't this feeling ever go away? Why couldn't you go a day without thinking about Applejack? It just didn't make sense to you.

Having had enough of this feeling, you consulted with the rest of your friends about your heavy heart only to be met with the four of them smiling between each other.

"Darling," Rarity spoke up, "it seems to us that you may have a certain... fondness for dear Applejack. Perhaps one that friends wouldn't normally have?"

You blinked.

What?

"What Rarity is trying to say," Twilight spoke out, smiling at you, "is that it's clear you like Applejack as more than a friend,"

Then it hit you.

You liked Applejack.

How had you not figured that out sooner?

Finally seeking out the conclusion you were looking for, you decided to go home, hoping to get the first good night's rest you'd been missing out on for days.

The next morning, you headed straight for Sweet Apple Acres to check if the Apple family needed any help. You noticed Big Mac and Apple Bloom out on the fields tending to some newly sprouted trees, Apple Bloom jumping in excitement while Big Mac kept his usual soft smile.

You leaned against the fence and called out to them, "Hey guys! Is Applejack around?"

"Oh hey Y/N! Yeah she's just over there picking for apples. She could use some help I think,"

Apple Bloom pointed towards some trees further out and you realised you would be alone with Applejack for a while.

You swallowed hard and made your way towards her.

~×~

"Whoo, that is mighty fine work. Thanks a lot for helping me again with the pickin' sugar cube," Apple said with a slight pant to her voice as she rested a hand on your shoulder. The two of you had managed to fill two barrels with vibrant red and green apples.

"You're welcome, Apple Pie," You smiled at her, but brushed her hand off of you to pick up one of the barrels.

"How many times have I told ya not to call me that?" She questioned, but laughed as she did so, picking up the other barrel. You laughed with her but gave no response, feeling no need to. Anyways, you liked hearing her laugh.

"Oh, would you look at those beauties," Granny Smith remarked as you placed your barrel down on the kitchen floor. "You strong girlies need a rest. I'll get you both some Apple cider, how's that sound?"

She was already pushing the two of you out of the room before either of you could object, so you both shrugged at each other and sat down on the porch, watching the sky turn pink. 

Applejack sighed as she took off her hat to lean against the wall, her eyes closed, a peaceful expression on her face. You opened your mouth to speak but decided against it and kept quiet, letting her rest. Noticing Apple Bloom and Big Mac still out on the fields, you smiled and thought about how happy you might be if you were part of the Apple family. They always seem to have fun; even on busy days.

"What's wrong sweety?" Applejack interrupted your thoughts and you noticed a frown had made its way onto your face.  You looked up to meet her eyes, their green hue glowing in the golden light of the sunset, and you sighed.

"I-"

"Here you go dearies, some nice cold cider," Granny Smith's voice cut in as she carefully carried the cider out onto the porch on shaky legs.

"Oh, let me take that from ya Granny." Applejack took the two drinks from Granny Smith's hands and smiled as she passed yours to you. You took it with a quiet "thank you."

"Now, what were you goin' to say there, sugar?" Applejack inquired, but you just responded by saying you remembered you had some work to do before the week ended. She offered to help you but you kindly declined, your mind racing at the thought of her being in such a close proximity to you. You sighed again and sipped on your cider, ignoring Applejack's stare.

~×~

After finishing your drink you said your goodbyes to the Apple family, offering a quick glance at Applejack before leaving. You were headed back to your home in the town, deep in thought when the shrill screech of a voice hit your ears.

"Y/N!!"

You stopped dead in your tracks and turned to the voice that had scared you, recognising it as your friend Pinkie Pie. "Oh, hey Pinkie," You smiled at your excited friend, though admittedly it was forced.

"You look sad, Y/N. What happened?" She asked, concern clear in her voice. Before you could answer, she gasped and came to her own conclusion.

"DID YOU TRY TALKING TO APPLEJACK!?" You slapped your hand over her mouth and shushed her, pulling her behind a building. "Yes but shut up I don't need everyone in Ponyville knowing I like Apple, okay?" You practically begged, and she nodded, even going as far as to Pinkie promise not to tell anyone.

"Maybe, try telling her tomorrow?" She inquired and you nodded, but you felt your stomach twist into a knot.

~x~

As soon as the sun was shining through your window you stumbled out of bed and made the dreaded journey to Sweet Apple Acres. You decided doing what Pinkie insisted would be better for you in the long run, not wanting to have her hovering over your shoulder every hour of every day.

The walk was slow due to hesitation filling your body and the fear of confessing making your blood run cold. This feeling was unfamiliar to you; you'd never liked anyone this much before. And the thought of losing Applejack's friendship was even scarier.

"No. I can't think about that," You whispered to yourself, clenching your fists and continuing the journey on steady feet.

~×~

"Heya darlin'," Applejack called out from the porch as she noticed you walking up the path, "You're startin' to spoil me with all this help you're givin'," She joked with a wink, making your heart stop. Letting out a nervous laugh, you rubbed your shoulder and looked her in the eye. They were sparkling again in the warm light of the sunrise, and you felt your stomach twist tighter as you fell for her even harder.

"Well anyways, everyone's out working on the fields today, so that leaves us baking apple pies. That okay with you, Sugar?" Applejack informed and you nodded, smiling slightly.

You'd be working alone with Applejack.

Upon entering the kitchen, Applejack assigned you the role of apple preparation while she made the dough. She carefully passed you a knife to cut the apples after washing them and you began chopping. A peaceful silence washed over the two of you as you concentrated on your tasks, but of course, Pinkie's words sat at the back of your mind.

"Try telling her," echoed through your thoughts and you clenched the knife a little harder.

Just try making conversation first.

"So, how come we're making pies?"

"We're runnin' low on baked goods so Granny told me to start makin' some more. That, and, we make a pretty good team," She beamed at you and you felt the blood rising to your cheeks so you quickly looked back down to continue chopping.

"Yeah, I suppose we do..."

"Honey, you seem a little down. What's wrong, Sweety?"

You felt panic shoot through you and started to shake. 'Be honest,' was the next thing. You continued cutting with a shaking hand. 'No, if I was honest now I'd ruin everything,' you thought, so deep in your own doubts you were no longer paying attention to how you were cutting.

You felt the blade come down on your finger and you hissed, pulling away and clenching your hand tight.

"Fucking shit," You cursed in a panic.

Applejack looked over to you with wide eyes.

"Y/N!" She rushed over to you and took your hand, holding it over the sink as she ran cold water over your bleeding finger. She left you for a minute to grab a clean cloth and a bandaid and returned to you with a furrowed brow.

"That was stupid. What the hell is goin' on with you, sugar cube?"

You looked down at her hand holding yours, your cut freshly cleaned and covered. A hand met your cheek and you looked back up at Applejack, her face now more concerned than angry.

"You've been awful distracted lately, what's on your mind?"

Her hand left your cheek to rest on your shoulder, a sad smile growing on her face. You couldn't help but feel like this was going to be the end of a wonderful friendship - just the thought of Applejack avoiding you made you feel sick.

You sighed.

'Now or never.'

"Applejack I... I like you. A lot. As more than a friend."

...

Silence filled the room.

You started to panic.

"Fuck I messed up," You thought to yourself.

But just as you were about to pull your hand away, her grip tightend, and you looked up to see a smiling Applejack with a pink tint resting on her cheeks.

"Sweety, was that all?" She laughed softly.

"You're not uncomfortable or upset?"

"Upset? Hun, why would I be upset? I've been racking my brain trying to think of ways to tell you I... I like you too."

"I like you too."

Those words echoed in your mind and you felt your body finally relax for the first time in weeks.

"You like me too?" You spoke in awe, smiling as a wave of relief washed over you.

A soft pair of lips to your forehead were conformation enough for you and sighed a contented sigh, looking Applejack in eye.

"I do," She whispered as she leaned in closer to you until you felt her lips fall against yours. The kiss was sweet and you both very easily found a rhythm that felt natural, as if you'd already kissed a thousand times before.

Her lips were soft, and you could taste the fainted taste of apples on your tongue.

Her hand caressed your cheek, down your jaw and rested on your collar bone as she pulled away, leaving you breathless.

"Now," Applejack started, "since we've got all that mushy shit outta the way, how about we get back to bakin'," She gestured at the mess on the kitchen counter and you laughed, nodding your head.

"This time, I'll do the choppin'."