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Olalla Chapter Sixteen 2/2

Jake Kiszka x f!OC 5.145 words

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): kissing, fluff, some angst and arguing, sore muscled, talking about abortion (retrospective), alcohol consumption and intoxication, alcohol insomnia, allusions to oral sex, petting, unprotected sex, including some rough fucking in you squint, language, and as always, an unhealthy dose of heavy emotions and feelings

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A lime tree was burning down like a torch, Annie sat under, getting scorched. And all the boys cried as the cinder covered her. All except one who falsely loved her.

April 22nd 2026, Mount Pierce, Jake

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He had never felt so humiliated.

A former jock, my ass! That was a million years ago, apparently. But still, being able to frolic onstage for hours made Jake live in an illusion that he was still perfectly fit and in good shape, despite Josh’s occasional half-hearted mocking remarks. Scrawny asshole.

He would probably laugh his tiny ass off if he could just see them and watch how Jake’s dignity bursted like a soap bubble the moment Veela set the pace uphill, and the remaining residue prevented him from telling her to slow down.

The chronic lack of sleep, the crazy schedule and the bad habit of drowning his sorrows in booze had really taken its toll on him after all.

He could keep up with her for the first mile or so, but the moment the trail got steeper, she was constantly several steps ahead, full of stamina and life. Like a captured wild animal that was finally set free again. He should rejoice. And he did. Really!

But every now and then, she stopped in her tracks and turned around to wait for him while flashing him a sympathetic smile, which always made him feel like shit.

So, Jake was actually glad that as soon as they reached the alpine zone, she stopped bothering. Instead, she soon disappeared from sight, no doubt too lost in her own daydreaming to care for poor old Jake who kept huffing a few hundred feet behind her.

The rest of the way to the top felt like an eternity to him, only to get nearly swept back down by the icy gust as soon as he finally reached the large, flat summit. Whose fucking idea was this, and in the middle of fucking April, no less? Oh yeah, right, his! He cursed himself for it, regretting ever suggesting this hellish trip… until he saw her a few hundred feet ahead of him, and quickly hurried to join her.

She was standing on a flat rock with her back turned to him, looking calm and majestic in the blustering wind. Like a statue of some fucking ancient goddess. Dishevelled strands of her long dark hair bound in a high ponytail kept flapping around her head like seaweed, but she kept still, scanning the horizon as if the whole vast space was her own queendom.

Two more minutes passed, with Neszka lost somewhere in the introspective world of her fantasies and memories, and Jake lost in the sight of her. Then she turned around and the wilderness surrounding them could not compete with the untamed power behind her eyes. It was there for just a split second before she transformed into a human being again, but he saw it.

That was what made him love her so much. Sure, she got a pretty face and gorgeous tits, but inside that beautiful human form lived a siren. Enchanting and deadly, stirring strong emotions deep inside his chest from the very first day, except now he no longer tried to fight it.

At last, she finally stepped down from the elevated rock to join him on his spot behind a few stunted conifers that felt a bit less exposed but still offered a breathtaking view.

Jake expected her to say something, but instead, she just grabbed both sides of his face and kissed him. Fiercely… even though it was far from fiery, with their noses ice cold and runny. They both also nearly fell down as her sudden fierce attack made him stumble and his right crampon grated against a bare stone. No, not romantic at all… and yet.

“Thank you,” she breathed out laughing when they finally regained balance.

“So you like it? I hoped you would… not as impressive as the Rockies, but it reminds me a bit of Western Tatras, so I thought... Ya know, some of those places you took us to when we were there with…” Fuck. No escaping him. Not even now.

But she just smiled, seemingly ignoring the last, unfinished sentence. “Yeah, maybe. Maybe even Karkonosze… this peak’s not that high, is it?”

“4.310 feet.” Not that high, my ass! I almost died today, Jake thought to himself, making a mental note that he should start jogging again.

“Uh huh,” she puckered her lips in mock understanding and nodded up and down appreciatively. “I love it when you speak Mongolian to me. … and I really love this place.” She pecked him on the lips again before looking around once more, obviously reluctant to get back to moving just yet, despite the wind getting stronger and darker clouds gathering on the horizon.��

At this time of year, the mountain tops were still covered with snow, but the changing weather and an occasional rain had turned some parts of the trail into an ice chute.

Jake was already not looking forward to the way back, and the prospect of rain made it even worse.

“I think it’s time to go back, Veela.”

“I know,” she murmured, but still didn’t move.

Jake understood. This snowy world existed completely independent of all man-made sorrows, keeping its wild beauty almost out of spite. It was, in fact, the very reason why he took her here, remembering what she once told him. This was the source of her peace of mind, away from the world’s troubles.

But he was getting cold and as much as he loved seeing her thrive and bloom in fresh air, he longed to be back in their rented cabin. Their time spent there turned out to be the source of his comfort.

The previous day had started with heavy rain that lasted well until early afternoon. The two of them had stayed in bed almost until lunch, listening to the pitter patter of raindrops on the roof and sharing funny childhood stories.

The outer world couldn’t reach them there, but one can only ignore it for so long.

And despite the serenity of this secluded place and their growing, yet still fragile intimacy, Neszka’s smile was still veiled with worry. They couldn’t really run away from it, and she didn’t want to.

A quick facetime with Maya actually made things better, in spite of Jake’s concerns. Neszka’s sister already knew what had happened from his previous phone call and he had also advised her not to talk about it, so this was mostly about the situation back home. She assured them everyone was ok and well.

She was also still adamant in her attempts to convince their parents to leave the place, but Elena was right. They wouldn’t dare send drones so close to the mountain range.

Cold comfort.

When they switched to Polish, Jake cleared his throat and excused himself to go make some coffee, because he was certain they were talking about him… and judging from Veela’s sneaky sly smile and stealthy side glances, he was right.

Comic relief.

It was worth it, though, because even after the call ended, Veela’s smile still lingered on. Time to show her why he had brought her here in the first place.

“We need to go to town,” he started while handing her the steaming cup. “I’d like to go out tomorrow, but we don’t even have decent boots, much less anything else.”

And so they did.

Neszka insisted on wearing his hat and shades despite the overcast, simply because she had tried them on earlier that day and loved the sassy look.

So did Jake. In fact, he loved this new version of her so much he didn’t even mind when she stole his cigarettes.

Later in the evening, they played cards and then watched a couple of movies in bed again, falling asleep sometime during The Last of the Mohycans.

The new day greeted them with a sunny sky, and despite the cool breeze, the weather promised to be warm and stable at least until midday. Jake made breakfast and prepared sandwiches for the day, so Agnieszka bargained that she would cook dinner, despite his constant grumbling.

And so she did, after they finally came back from their hike, drenched and numb with cold, because they hadn’t outrun the rain. Jake didn’t argue. Instead, he disappeared in the bathroom as soon as he could. Hot shower had never felt so good.

After dinner, Jake grabbed his guitar and a bottle of whisky and went outside to sit on the porch, because Neszka insisted on baking him a cake and he was not allowed to help, watch or even hang around.

Their life together was slowly turning to a constant battle of who would do what. The petty bickering usually ended in a kiss… until they started anew just minutes later, stubborn heads clashing over yet another insignificant task.

Jake secretly loved that. Sometimes he provoked her on purpose.

However, this evening he didn’t really mind and just let her do whatever she wanted. With a new melody stuck in his head that begged to get tweaked, Jake in fact appreciated some privacy. The air was thick with mist after the late afternoon rain, turning the woods that surrounded that cabin as well as the hills in the distance into an eerie place that suited the mood of this new song.

It didn’t take long for the world around him to turn dark blue before it got completely swallowed by darkness. Only the fog still lingered like a blanket that keeps you cold. It inspired him, helping him turn some of the weight on his shoulders into yet another sad tune.

The only source of light that still illuminated the porch was coming through the window right behind him. It didn’t reach his fingers, but Jake’s eyes were closed now anyway, letting his hands move on their own.

He usually didn’t bother with words, safe for several exceptions. Those songs were his and his only. He had shared and eventually reworked some of them with Chris, but a few were never meant to be played for others. Lulu’s Lullaby being one of them. Only two other people had heard it so far.

He was still unsure about this new one. Some things just need to be said… or sung. Not by Josh, though. Not this time.

So immersed in the chords that spoke to his heart and the hummed words through which the heart talked back, he didn’t notice her already standing in the doorway. That’s why her voice made him jump when she suddenly spoke, the tone of her voice husky and once again tinged with melancholy.

“He used to play like that… not that well, I don’t mean… In the darkest corner of our garden after the sun came down.”

“Who?” he croaked while grabbing the neck of the guitar to put it aside, his throat feeling strangely constricted all of the sudden. How much did she hear?

“No, please, don’t stop. Play some more… for me.”

And so he motioned to her to sit down on the bench next to him. Once again, the fingers moved on their own, recollecting one piece he used to strum a lot while alone in his house in January. It was a simple chord progression, fit to be played by the fire by anyone with two hands. Definitely not something he’d choose to play to impress her. But that wasn’t what she wanted, anyway.

Even the world’s most famous and haunting tunes are simple. Some masterpieces are just like that, because hurt isn’t always complicated.

“Hey… I think I know this one,” she smiled. “Can you sing it for me?”

Jake hesitated. For several reasons. “I’m not really a good singer…”

“That’s very hard to believe.” The unspoken ‘because’ once again hung in the air and Neszka bit her lip as soon as she said that. To break the sudden silence, Jake simply started again, this time with the words.

“Measuring a summer's day, I only find it slips away to grey. The hours they bring me pain…” Then he suddenly stopped again. “Do you know he wrote it about Jackie DeShannon?”

“I have no idea who Jackie Deshnoun is… so no.”

That made him laugh, and the immediate change of mood was quite uplifting. To chase the feeling, he did exactly what he had promised himself to stop doing: He grabbed the opened bottle standing on the small table in front of them and took a swig.

Before Jake could put it back, Neszka snatched the whisky from his hand and followed suit. Birds of a feather, he thought glumly.

“Yeah, erhm,” he cleared his throat. “I mean, it’s interesting… without knowing the story, you’d automatically think it was one of Plant’s women… or simply no one in particular… just because it was him who sang the song when they recorded it. But it’s really about Page’s broken heart after she went back to the States…”

… and it suddenly occurred to him why he remembered this particular one. Well, fuck again. Time for another round. He gulped the whisky again and Neszka immediately reached for the bottle too. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy girl! You drank half a bottle of wine at dinner. You should be more careful with this shit.” He held the bottle at arm’s length, but Neszka simply stood up and wrenched it from his grasp with ease.

“And I finished the bottle afterwards. So what? You should stop being so protective.”

“I won’t.” Jake’s tone was suddenly very sober… and quite uncompromising.

“Wha’ not?”

“I made a deal with god… or, to be more precise, with the registrar in Copenhagen city hall.”

“Jake, em serious.”

So was he. This was really between him and god… or whatever deity kept track of their conscience.

“Well, firstly, because your sister threatened to cut my balls off if I won’t take care of you… and she sounded determined enough to rip them off with her bare hands if necessary. And lemme tell ya,” he leaned closer to her, whispering theatrically: “She scares me!”

Neszka’s laughter rang in the air, shrill and warm. “En’ secondly?”

“And secondly…” The second reason wasn’t funny at all, and he was reluctant to shatter that unusual moment of carefree joy they shared, because such moments were still precious. But they promised each other to talk about these things, so he talked. “Last time, I didn’t care enough… until it was too late.”

Unable to think of more words, he strummed the initial chord and plucked a few following arpeggios, to remind her.

Neszka knew immediately what he meant. She had, of course, long forgotten the melody, but not the mood. “You didn’t really tell me wha’actually ‘appened.”

He sighed. “It’s pretty prosaic. She just went to have an abortion. Without even telling me she wanted to do that.”

“Tha’s not right…”

“Yeah… thinking about it, nothing about our relationship was right. She did it when I wasn’t home… which was most of the time, actually. I think Emilia was resolved to leave me long before she got pregnant.”

“Did you love her?”

“Yes.” At least I thought so. He needed more whisky.

“Hmmm, m’kay…”

Several more minutes passed in silence between them, with them just sharing the bottle and listening to the evening sounds and letting all those words sink in.

He should have told her to slow down, but already quite drunk himself, he was in no position to criticize? After all those stressful weeks, they could finally breathe freely again… at least for a while.

“M’sorry I ruined your birthday,” she slurred, breaking the pleasant silence at last.

Jake looked at her in confusion, his own vision already a bit blurry. “Whaddaya mean? Yeh jus’ baked me a cake.”

“S’jus’ a simple sponge cake. You derserve more. An’to be with your family.”

Jake was suddenly desperate for a touch. Realizing he was still bending over the wooden body of his guitar, he quickly put it down with a dull clang and pulled her closer to him. “M’exactly where I wanna be, Veela. Besides, not sure there’s much to celebrate. Ah feel like an old man. Especially after today. Everything hurts,” he chuckled.

“Mah fault,” she snickered against his shoulder.

“Yeah, no shit. Not gonna argue with that.”

Neszka wrapped her arms around his waist and hissed right in his face playfully. “Welcome to the ancien’ club. Zzzzhirtyyy!”

It made him laugh out loud. “That sounded like a diesel engine.”

She tried to slap his stomach in mock offense, but Jake grabbed her wrist and pressed his lips to hers instead. Their kiss deepened pretty quickly and she moaned into his open mouth, making his dick twitch as the muscles of his lower abdomen spasmed.

Jake’s brain seemed to stop working, his head was spinning with his eyes now closed, and he was getting completely lost in the sensation, filtering out everything else. The feeling of her soft, warm tongue against his and his own heavy breath was all he could focus on. He was hungry. Ravenous. Eager to devour her and to melt into her, and she bit his lower lip in response, making him growl.

Suddenly, she straddled him.

He could feel her fingertips digging into the stiff flesh of his lower nape and he sank his own fingers into the dark mass of her hair that hung over his head and shoulders like a curtain. It was still a bit damp from the shower she had taken after putting the sponge cake in the oven.

Vanilla…

His world got reduced to abstract twirling visions mixed with very acute sensations. She sounded like a titmouse when he licked a stripe up her exposed neck, while his fingers traveled down her spine…

The darkness surprised him. The dryness in his mouth did not, but… something was wrong. The soft mass behind his head felt like a pillow, meaning he was in bed.

He tried to sit, but the throbbing head and nausea made him lay down again. Think, Jake.

In an attempt to clear his head a bit, he took a deep breath through his nose and froze. The scent… still lingering on his already visible mustache… so familiar and yet so new.

Fuck!

The curse reverberated through the silence that surrounded him, as if he actually said that aloud. The silence was way too silent, actually. He used his hands first to explore the space around him before his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

It was coming back to him in flashes like a fever dream. The groping hands. The overturned chair. The cries. FUUUCK! He could still feel her on his tongue, yet she was nowhere to be found, the sheets next to him already cool. And empty.

Panicked, Jake scrambled from the bed, chasing the slit of light under the closed door.

He found her in the bathroom, sitting naked on the cold, tiled floor right next to the toilet bowl. “I was sick,” she muttered when she looked up and saw him standing in the doorway. “Too much whisky. I have a terrible hangover.”

She sounded so matter-of-factly, trying to hide her distress, yet he could still sense the disturbing undercurrent of emotions under those words. Not how it was supposed to be. He could also see she had been crying again. Eyes puffy, cheeks burning.

Quickly, he knelt down to her and pulled her shivering form into his arms. “You’re so cold, baby. Come on, get up, silly girl.”

Instead, she buried her face in his chest as a sob ripped through her chest. “I’m sorry.”

No! “Why?”

“I’m sorry for being such a burden to you. This shouldn’t feel like such a big deal, but… I… I…”

No, no, no! Please don’t say you regret it.

Neszka clung to him for dear life, which was… good? “You’re not a burden, baby. You’re my love. Come back to bed now. Let’s talk about it in the morning.” He could feel her nod and helped her stand up. Neszka refused to go back without brushing her teeth first and Jake wrapped her in a bathrobe before he scurried to the kitchen to pour her a glass of water, ignoring his own heaving stomach.

Back in their bed, he carefully pulled the comforter over her and she let him spoon her before they both drifted back to sleep a few minutes later.

When Jake opened his eyes again, woken by the sound of heavy rain, the room was filled with grey light.

This time he didn’t have to guess or wonder. She wasn’t in bed. She wasn’t anywhere else in the room either.

“Veela?”

The only response to his soft call was a continuing, oppressive silence.

First he checked his phone. Nearly 11 am. Then he slowly got out of bed and put his sweatpants on, before he went looking for her.

She wasn’t in the main room. Peeking into the bathroom, he found it empty as well this time. When he opened the main door to check whether she wasn’t just chilling on the porch because she loved listening to rain, he saw that his car was gone.

Nothing else. Just the car.

Gone. In the pouring rain. After she apologized for being a burden. After he fucked her drunk and neither of them could even remember it.

Mad with worry, Jake dialed the number of the first – and the only – person he could think of. It rang for a while before it went straight to voicemail. He tried again. This time, he finally picked up.

“I hope you have a good enough reason for cockblocking me on my birthday!”

“She’s gone,” Jake blurted out, sounding much more alarmed than he wanted to. It was followed by several seconds of silence before his brother spoke again.

“Jake, what the fuck do you mean? Whaddaya mean gone? What happened?” Josh’s own tone turned from cocky to worried in milliseconds.

“Dunno… I just woke up. She took my car. And now she’s gone. Left no message.”

Jake could hear Taffy’s annoyed voice somewhere in the background, but Josh quickly shushed him before he spoke into the device again, repeating his previous question: “What happened?”

“I don’t know...” Even Jake knew that it sounded very unconvincing, and he ran his fingers through his hair in exasperation.

“Did she take anything else?”

“No, just my car keys. Even her jacket’s still here…”

On the other end, Josh took a deep breath before he spoke slowly and calmly, which only meant he was just as alarmed and his mind was racing. “Jake… is, uh, is there a reason why… why this should be concerning?”

“I don’t know… I… she… hang on!” The sound of tires on the gravel road made his heart leap. He glanced through the window to see her pull into the driveway. “Nevermind, she’s here.”

“Listen, you assho…” But Jake hung up before Josh could finish the sentence. He ran out the door and towards the car just as she got out of it, completely drenched as if she had been walking. In just her t-shirt. In this fucking freezing weather!

Jake grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her, ignoring her startled look. She seemed guilty, too. Good, she should. “Where the fuck have you been?!?!” he shouted while the rain kept pouring down on them.

“I can explain,” Neszka responded weakly.

“Yeah, you better!” With that, he grabbed her by the arm and forced her up the stairs and inside the cabin.

“I just needed some time alone,” she started to explain after he dried her up with a towel and placed a cup of hot tea in front of her. They were now sitting at the table opposite each other, like a culprit and her interrogator. She hadn’t seen him angry like this in months. Cold and unpredictable.

“I’m sorry I was gone for so long, but that wasn’t my intention. I got lost…”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you need some time alone?”

She sighed and wrapped her fingers, numb with cold, around the hot mug. “What happened… my mind was not clear and it’s not very memorable either. I’m sure you’ll agree. I needed to know how I feel about it.”

“Okay…?” Jake crossed his arms and pursed his lips, getting ready for the worst part.

“I want to do it again.”

Jake raised his eyebrows in a silent question. Outwardly, he tried to remain calm, to keep his cool, but inside he was screaming.

“I want to do it again. I love you. Take me. Make me yours, sweet Jake.”

Agnieszka

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There were no more words. He watched me for an eternity after I said what I said. Or maybe it was just a few seconds, I don’t know.

I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Or maybe I could. I know those seconds were not thought, but felt. Tingling. Every new intake of breath felt heavier inside my heaving chest, as the air around us thickened with anticipation and untamed longing. Watching it grow behind his dark eyes, I almost feared his next move, and yet I couldn’t wait.

Then I heard the chair below him creak and suddenly we were both standing, still eyeing each other apprehensively.

Then he moved, and after two swift leaps around the table, he was standing right next to me, so close I could feel the heat coming from his body before I even consciously registered that it was really happening. He was like a wolf, hungry and wild.

I gasped when he grabbed me by the shoulders again and he quickly filled my open mouth with his impatient tongue.

This was it. It was the time to give in. But not to give up. I scratched the skin that stretched over his muscles, hardened by the power with which he held me. I pulled his hair when he sank his teeth into the flesh of my neck, making him yelp and growl.

And just like that, we danced into the bedroom, where he pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw me on the bed, reaching for the button of my jeans as soon as I lost my balance.

I arched my back when he ran his hand down my sternum, silently begging him to squeeze my tits. My hardened nipples were desperate for his mouth, and I cried out when he leaned down with his knee between my legs and took one of the crimson buds in between his soft lips, teasing it with the tip of his tongue as if he could read my mind.

It was maddening. My hands roamed blindly over the skin of his back, my fingernails leaving scratches there.

Then he straightened up again, and pulled both my jeans and panties down with one swift motion. I was now completely naked under him and his scrutiny, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed. His eyes fell on me and his fingertips traced the curve of my hips.

I scrambled up towards the headboard, to let him see what he just unwrapped. It was his, from the roots of my hair to the depths of my warm and waiting pussy. I spread my legs to let him see how impatient I was. Groaning, he pulled his sweatpants down, letting his hard cock spring free, before he climbed between my trembling thighs.

I reached out to grab him by the nape of his neck and pulled him down. Our mouths met again, sucking, biting, our tongues fighting for dominance.

Without warning, I suddenly felt the tip of his cock brush against my entrance. He found the way without any help and I could feel he didn’t want to waste another second. I gasped when he entered me and slowly bottomed out, and my whole body arched under his.

He sank his fingers in my hair as his palms cradled both sides of my head, forcing me to look at him. I expected to find the previous fierceness in his eyes, but that wasn’t what he wanted me to see.

The atmosphere in the room changed, and with it, the shared energy between us.

What he showed me made my heart weep, and he stroked my cheek softly before he started moving inside me.

My starlight.

Suddenly, he was meek like a lamb. I wrapped my legs around his waist, inviting him even deeper, and he whined into my ear, rubbing his nose against the upper curve of my earlobe.

“Please, don’t do this to me again,” he murmured, panting. “Please don’t become just a memory.”

I felt the urgency of his words with each thrust. All the fear and frustration and tenderness he had been trying to suppress and keep under control for my sake. I suddenly felt the burden of it all, and – feeling guilty of causing it – I welcomed it. I was sure he must have felt a lot of anger too, and I urged him to let go. Grabbing his buttcheeks, I dug my fingernails into the bare, plump flesh. He moaned loudly and quickened his pace.

“Harder,” I whispered. Surprisingly, he shook his head, so I grabbed a handful of his hair again and forced him to look at me.

“Fuck me harder!” I hissed through my teeth. “Take me. Break me, if necessary.”

His eyes darkened again. “That’s right!” he growled. “Mine!” He grabbed the headboard and thrusted into me with full force. I almost screamed and it only encouraged him to go on. Straightening up, he grabbed my hips and started pounding into me. The new angle made me see stars and it didn’t take long for me to tense under him as my orgasm hit me with an unexpected force.

Jake leaned down again and kissed me softly, but still kept moving, prolonging my high, making me squeeze him.

His moans grew higher and more urgent, and I could feel him tremble in my arms. He was so pretty, all sweaty, with his eyes closed and his mouth gasping for air. Suddenly, he frowned and looked deep into my eyes again. His hips stuttered and I grabbed his butt to push him all the way in one more time.

“Fuck…” His eyes widened as he spilled into me, before he finally collapsed on me, panting.

“Fuck… my baby… I love you so… fucking much!”

We fucked two more times that day. It was his birthday, after all.

The second time was slow, gentle and exploratory. The third time he pushed me against the wall.

As the day progressed, the grey clouds dissipated and the sun emerged from behind them, presenting us with a beautiful sunset.

I was sitting on the porch, wrapped in a blanket and holding a mug of hot tea in my both hands, when Jake suddenly appeared in the doorway with a strange look on his face.

“Veela…?”

“Yes?” I turned to him with a smile.

“Josh is coming.”

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thebluestbluewords · 8 months ago

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Dis-like-Dysentery

I have a lot of very specific headcanons about Auradon Prep, and one of them is the fact that Jay is both a Smart Guy, and also chronically incapable of turning in assignments on time. For. Reasons.

this might be about one of those reasons.

Carlos looks up from his plate as Jay wanders over. “Dude, where were you? We started eating without you.”

“Talking to a teacher. I submitted an assignment wrong, or something.”

Carlos nods. He’s got a fork dangling from one hand, and there’s a leaf stuck in his hair. Sunlit from behind, Jay’s pretty sure that he’s the prettiest boy on this side of the barrier. “Oh, man. Was it Demorra? She’s super strict about the rules, especially for the online stuff. I could’ve helped you figure it out bro, you don’t have to get through her bureaucratic shit on your own.”

Jay sets his tray down on the opposite side of the table. “Nah. It was Williams.”

Carlos frowns. “The international lit teacher? Really?”

They’ve been reading through Jay’s lit assignments together. Auradon expects them to type up all of their homework, so he’s been getting by with the hacked dictation program on his laptop and locking himself in the bathroom to read his essays out loud into the program with the minimum of background noise.

There’s a peer writing tutor who does proofreading two nights a week for free, but Jay’s not gonna take his shitty essays in to her when he’s pretty sure he’ll just get laughed right back out of the student study room for the giant default font Carlos set on his computer.

It doesn’t exactly make reading his own assignments easier, but it doesn’t make it worse either, so they’re calling it functional for now. Auradon Prep is all about “helping students embrace their unique academic talents”, so Carlos and Evie are both being pulled for more advanced classes, which is great for them, and terrible for Jay’s essays because it’s seriously starting to cut into their free time.

That, and the trouble they’ve been getting up to after hours.

The assistant gym teacher still hasn’t figured out who to blame for French braiding all the climbing ropes together.

“She couldn’t read my handwriting.”

“Fuck.”

That’s about the shape of it. Handwritten assignments are few and far between, but Jay can’t bullshit his way through all of them. “Haha, yeah.”

Carlos thunks his head down onto the table. “Ugh. Fuck. I can make you a handwriting font on the computer, but that’ll make in-class assignments worse if you can’t keep it up.”

“Yup.”

He sits up. There’s a dent on his forehead from pressing it into the table. “Eat.”

“Not hungry,” Jay says as cheerfully as he can manage. It’s not gonna fool Carlos, but he’s not gonna show weakness in front of the royal rabble. “Anyway, we’re not going to the honor board. She’s willing to settle it with some sorta evaluation. Have you heard of dyslexia before?”

Carlos blinks. “Dyslexia? No. I mean. It’s gotta be dis from like, disinterested, disintegrating, some sort of anti? Or else it’s dys from like, dysentery. Some sort of illness, maybe. Lex has gotta be from lexicon, lexicography. Something to do with either anti-words or a words illness? Does she think you’re sick of words?”

Jay shrugs. “She said it’s why I’m bad at reading. Wants me to do an assessment so she can know what’s going on.”

Carlos already has his phone out. He’s typing with one hand, the other one curled around his plate in a defensive hunch that’s almost casual. “Huh. How’s that going for her so far?”

Jay snorts. “Fab. Nah, she didn’t do it yet. It’s a whole special test that she’s gotta send me down to the psych for.”

“Can you reject it?”

“If I wanna meet with the honor board and explain why I apparently have great handwriting, but only when they can’t see me do the assignments.”

“Fuck.”

“Yeah. At least she was cool about it.”

Carlos groans. “Your handwriting sucks, dude. You’re not sick of writing, you’re just— your handwriting sucks.”

“Yeah, and my fucking reading comprehension. I—“ Jay cuts himself off abruptly as the shadow of more people falls across their lunch table. “Hey, guys.”

Mal sets her lunch tray down on Jay’s left side, leaving Ben the spot on his right. Evie’s not eating with them today. They have other friends in theory, but between Doug’s science club buddies and Carlos’s general disinterest in socializing with other humans, they didn’t bother picking a table large enough for anyone else.

“Sorry,” Ben apologizes, even as he’s nudging his shoulder against Jay’s. It’s nice not being the only tall one sometimes. “I couldn’t help overhearing.”

Jay leans back into the contact. “We were talking out loud, dude. It happens. You got any hot tips for the stupid assessment I’ve gotta do later?”

“Have you tried being better?” Mal suggests. “I find that cheating works great. I could find you a spell to let one of us borrow your hands for a few hours, and so long as you can tell us what you want to write, we can control the muscles and get better handwriting than your usual chicken scratch special.”

“Hey.”

“Would that work if you can’t see the paper?” Ben asks curiously.

Mal frowns. “No. Not unless I modify the spell to possess your eyes too.”

Jay represses a shudder. “Thanks, but no thanks, M. I like my eyes in one piece.”

Carlos is scrolling rapidly on his phone, hanging half-over the table in an attempt to get closer to the three of them. “Dude, dyslexia is a brain thing that affects how you process visual input of words— aw, shit.”

Bad. That’s the bad-news tone. Jay’s heart drops traitorously into his stomach, which suddenly isn’t feeling the tater tots on his lunch tray. “What?”

Carlos shakes his head. “Nothing too bad. Just, I think Williams is right. You’ve said you’re shit at reading fast cause the words all look the same, right? Like, you can’t scan to identify them, you’ve gotta sound each one out.”

Jay smashes a tater tot with the side of his fork. The destruction doesn’t make his gut feel any better. It’s not that he’s mad, it’s just— he doesn’t want to do this. Analyzing his brain sucks. He did the whole week of required therapy that the student disciplinary council required after the stuff with Mal’s mom, and he’s so fucking done with Auradon grown-ups pretending to understand why his head’s fucked up. “Yeah, so?”

Carlos waves the phone at him. “So that’s what this is. You’ve got a brain disorder.”

“We can fix it, right?”

He wiggles a hand back and forth. “Ehh. Kinda. There’s techniques to make it easier, but it’s sorta like— your brain is wired for AC power input, and words are DC. It’s a misalignment. We can make an adaptor, but we can’t rip out your brain wiring.”

“I could,” Mal offers. “I love doing illegal magic.”

#my fic #in my heart Jay is both dyslexic and INCREDIBLY good at processing auditory instructions #to the point that nobody at AP notices the dyslexia for like. Six months.#until eventually someone questions why his in-class handwriting is TERRIBLE #but his assignments produced out of class are legible #(the reason is a combination of dictation software and Carlos acting as a scribe)#the scribe setup is actually good for both of them #Jay gets to have somebody else handwriting his assignments #and Carlos gets enrichment by mentally doing the homework for two sets of classes #he DOES refuse to solve the problems on Jay’s homework #he’s transcribing the answers. Not doing the homework.#the ethical lines these kids come up with might be more like zigzags but at least they’re consistent

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milfgyuu · 2 years ago

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Lessons in Love Pairing: Choi Jongho x Fem!Reader Series: Mr. Right Next Door Tags: 3.5k, Co-Worker!AU, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Humor Warnings: One good smooch and mentions of more smooching. Summary: Your students learn that both you and the teacher next door are single which brings up the pressing matter of getting you two together. Immediately.

You love teaching your fourth-grade class - they are still sweet and inquisitive. Still learning how the world works and all its wonders. They’ve yet to outgrow their innocence and kindness. It’s a beautiful age to experience with an adult perspective and even more amazing that you’re allowed a hand in growing their ever-expanding knowledge and shaping their character.

One thing you hadn’t considered was their surprisingly persistent interest in your lack of a love life.

It had begun at the start of the year when you were getting to know your students and in turn, allowed them to get to know you as well. The kids had so many questions. Did you have a dog? A cat? A house? An apartment? Did you live with your parents? Can you drive a car? Are you married?

It was the answer to the last question that had struck them the most for some reason. You were a grown up but you weren’t married. In their minds, being married is just part of being a grown up so why were you single? What does being single even mean? Do you not know anyone to marry?

A simple introduction had turned into the great inquisition and with wide eyes and a nervous chuckle, you had to re-direct them to the only other interesting topic you could think of.

Recess.

Those clever little things hadn’t forgotten about the lack of a band on your left hand though and made it a point to bring it up every few weeks. Did you go on any dates this weekend? What kind of person would you like to date? If you have lunch with someone every day could that be counted as a date?

Admittedly, you fumbled through those.

You hadn’t realized that you might regret the way in which you answered them because it seems your ever-observant children have been spying you in the cafeteria with the teacher next door whom they’ve also learned is single.

“So, do you like Mr. Choi? You guys always have lunch together!”

“Yeah! And you guys are always smiling and laughing together!”

“And Mr. Choi brings you coffee!”

“My friend in Mr. Choi’s class said that he is single too!”

“Mr. Choi said you had pretty hair!”

“Mr. Choi has really shiny hair too so your kids would have nice hair!”

Left and right the children pelted you with words you had stopped comprehending after the first mention of ‘Mr. Choi’.

Oh boy.

Mr. Choi is your next-door neighbor at school. His classroom is actually attached to yours by a shared storage room and you suppose you do spend quite a bit of time together in front of the students but that’s only natural - you spend just as much time with the other fourth grade teachers.

Well, maybe not the exact same amount of time. You’re usually on lunch and recess patrols together. You always get paired up to chaperone field trips and tend to volunteer for many of the same events like dances and fundraisers.

If you had to really stop and think about it, Jongho was quite handsome. Broad shoulders, pretty smile, kind eyes. His surprisingly dry sense of humor did always make you laugh and he always leaves a coffee on your desk when he notices you’re running late since he is a chronic early riser.

Again, you manage to calm the children and their increasing pitch - your eyes darting to the adjoining door between you and Jongho’s classrooms.

It doesn’t end there, unfortunately, for you and your white blouse, exactly four days later.

“Imagine the fallout if the kids found out we went on a real date…”

Your mouthful of juice sputters and dribbles down your chin before staining the silk of your top with bright red liquid.

Jongho’s mouth straightens into a flat line and he hands you several napkins to dab at your ruined mess. “That doesn’t hurt my feelings at all.”

Leveling him with a peeved look you sigh, “It’s not like that,” and glance back down at your blouse, “You just caught me off guard at the worst possible moment.”

Neither of you are on lunch duties today so you’re sat across from each other at a craft table in the corner of your empty classroom. Little paper chains rustle in the crisp air pumping from the school’s icy vents and you’re grateful for them in the moment since they make you keep a long grey cardigan hung over the back of your chair at all times.

You push back and ignore the sound of your knees popping when you stand to full height. Pinching the material of your shirt you tug at it rapidly as if you have some hope of at least drying the wet spots and speak openly to Jongho who is still diligently picking apart his salad from the cafeteria.

“I can’t believe they’re all so invested,” you comment before rolling your eyes, “Little gossips.”

Jongho snorts. “I’m surprised that you’re surprised. They love ‘spilling the tea’,” he says with an added flair that tells you it’s something he’s picked up from his students, “Whatever that means.”

“Look at you using the lingo,” you chuckle as you sit back down, “And what ‘real date’? Last I checked cafeteria lunch didn’t count. Thought you’d be more of a romantic, Mr. Choi.”

You’re smirking with mirth until Jongho decides to match your teasing, hooking his foot behind the leg of your chair to haul you closer to the table. You squeak in shock at the jolting motion and he laughs, stabbing another bit of cucumber and moving on like you’re not internally marveling at his flippant show of strength.

His thighs are kind of thick and firm you suppose if you think about it.

Which you’re not.

That would be weird.

“What?”

You say it so hastily that Jongho looks at you like you’re losing it and laughs. “I didn’t say anything.”

Oh, so it was because you are crazy.

Embarrassed you shove too much of your sub in your mouth, awkwardly and probably repulsively chewing to manage the gargantuan bite. The sound masks that of the napkin sliding across the table under one of Jongho’s fingers. You look up at him and he just pinches his lips together like he’s sure you don’t want to hear anything he might have to say about the mess on your face.

After the driest most excruciating swallow you’ve experienced to date, you attempt to wash it down with your water in your stupidly expensive bottle and nothing comes out. Pathetically, you whine and try to pry it open. There is a mechanism on the inside of the lid that keeps jamming and you really could use a new one but they’re pricey and you’re living on a teaching salary and a prayer.

“Let me help,” he says, pushing back in his little chair to rub his hands over his jeans like he’s preparing to empty his full strength into the effort to open your bottle but when it gives without so much as a pause he snickers and shrugs handing it back over to you. “Not really much of an opportunity to show off.”

You gawk at him. “What are you talking about? That thing was like welded shut!”

Jongho’s brows playfully rise until they’re high enough to hide beneath his fringe and the overwhelming urge to giggle and playfully swat at him nearly swallows you whole. He is so flirting with you.

Openly.

And you’re tripping all over yourself with glee.

Like any free moment in your school day, it comes to an end far too quickly and your classes are due to arrive in less than five minutes to continue instruction. Ignoring the butterflies in your belly, you take both your trash and Jongho’s to dispose of while he straightens up the table and then it’s time for him to head back to his own room and yet…you both awkwardly linger by the door instead.

“We should-”

“Maybe we-”

Embarrassingly enough, you open your mouths at the same time and talk over each other but you know you do not want to finish your own sentence and Jongho rocks back on his heels knowing he’s got a solid sixty seconds before little voices trail down the hall toward the door.

He takes a deep breath and says your name which is so odd because has he ever said your first name? Surely, he has…so why does it sound different now?

“Have dinner with me tonight.”

It comes out in a bit of a rush and he tacks on a “please” after a second thought and you nod because words don’t seem to form and you’re just stupidly staring back at him but…yes…you would like that. A lot.

Jongho blinks as if he’s shocked that you actually said yes…or well, gestured, that yes you wanted to have dinner together. He hadn’t even planned to ask. He’s not sure when the idea sprouted in his head but once it bubbled up and up and up he just had to let it out.

Now he has to plan the perfect date in less than five hours which means…

He grins and throws his hand up, thumb pointed toward the door behind you. “Gotta meet the kids…How’s seven o’clock? My place? I’ll cook.”

Still nodding, you manage to say something at last, “Yeah…yes. That’s…fine.”

“Okay.”

He slips out the door and you let out a long laughter-filled breath. With your room still empty, no one catches you twirling all the way back to your desk before you flop down into your chair. Well, it’s possible one person saw you since your door bursts open right after and you’re jumping up and into an incredibly animated history lesson.

Meanwhile, Jongho is assembling his kids in a group huddle because they have a new assignment: Helping him decide what to cook.

Your hands shake down at your sides just after you ring Jongho’s doorbell.

Fingers dance along the skirts of your dress - one different than you’d wear in the classroom. Typically, you wear fun floral or artful prints with plants or planets. Things the kids love to talk about. This however is one you hope Jongho will think about, even after your gone. Even when he sees you in your overalls on Monday because your kids are working on art projects.

The door clicks open and there is Jongho in fitted black slacks and a loose white button-down smiling back at you. His hair is…fluffier than usual which is an odd distinction to latch onto but the combination of his hair and his clothing, the relaxed slope of his posture….you can’t seem to stop looking at him.

“You look different.”

Jongho chuckles. “You look the same,” he says and it jolts an incredulous laugh out of you, “I meant that to say I think you always look good but I see that sentiment isn’t shared.”

“Are you going to invite me inside or what, Mr. Choi?”

“Wouldn’t dream of sending you away in that dress,” he smarts, stepping aside to let you in, “Besides,” he closes the door behind you both, “You have to see what a romantic I truly am since you decided to tease me about it.”

A romantic indeed.

His home is crisp, clean, inviting, and it smells heavenly between the cooking he’s been doing and the candles lit throughout. Your eyes dart to little details along the walls and shelves as he guides you to the dining room - also set perfectly with flowers and more candles.

It’s not at all what you expected.

At work, Jongho is relatively quiet but you learned after a few meetings that he was rather charming and engaging. He likes sports and cars - kind of a man’s man. When you became closer, you realized he was chock-full of sarcasm and dry humor. You appreciated him for his company and the laughter that he supplied more than anything and that still stands true but this is a different side of him you haven’t really mapped out.

Hardly noticing that your feet have stopped moving, you’re surprised when you hear Jongho chuckle from your right. “How did I do?”

He almost sounds unsure of himself until you turn to him with a warm smile. “It’s really nice, Jongho.”

Just the sound of his name from your lips makes the tips of his ear tingle. “The kids said flowers and candles were the way to go.”

Taking your seats at the table, you agree. “The kids seem to know too much about romancing for their age.”

Jongho gestures to your glass with the bottle of red in his hands and fills your glass when you nod. “It’s a little admirable though,” he mentions, eyes glancing up to yours, “They have such a pure and simple definition of love. Everything is still so beautiful in their eyes so all they know is a happily ever after and I wish it would stay that way for them.”

“Oh, you’re such a softie.”

Jongho pokes his tongue into his cheek and grins, using his fork to point toward your plate, “Shut up and try the food.”

Again, not something you imagined Jongho would be good at but the food is delicious and there isn’t a takeout box in sight. He mentions something about not getting too excited because he only knows how to make a handful of meals on rotation but it’s still impressive. He also keeps you laughing and entertained throughout the meal, even with the prickles of ‘holy cow, this is a real date’ floating around in your head. It all feels so natural.

“So, you clean up nice, your house is immaculate, you can cook, you’re good with kids…” You twirl you wine, bellies full and plates empty as you sit across from one another, “What are you hiding, Mr. Choi? Where is the catch?”

He grins, crossing his thick arms over his chest. “No, catch. I’m perfect.”

“The catch is that you’re an awful smartass,” you chuckle before draining the last of you drink. “I suppose I already knew that though.”

“I suppose you do,” he returns, gathering the dishes to deposit in the sink for later - for now, he moves you both into the living room to relax on the couch and continue the conversation. “I am genuinely a ‘what you see is what you get’ kinda guy so I don’t know how much I’ll surprise you but ask the hard questions and I’ll answer them honestly. Anything you might want to know before we decide this is a good idea or just mutual attraction and peer pressure from ten-year-olds.”

Because you’re both adults, co-workers, and friends. It would be a waste to pursue a relationship you both want different things out of.

You purse your lips and think for a minute. “Dogs or cats?”

“Both,” he answers easily, “You?”

You tilt your chin in thought, “Both is good…I’m still in the ‘plant mom’ phase so I don’t have any pets but I’d like to. Any plans to relocate in the future?”

Jongho shrugs, “I’m not particularly attached one way or the other. The area here is pretty nice but there are lots of nice places.”

“You’re not overly picky, are you?”

He laughs. “No, not really. I’m pretty laid back.”

In the time you’ve known and worked with him, that tracks. You pivot in your seat, facing him a little more fully. “Oh, boy,” he jests, “Getting to the big stuff, huh?”

“Marriage…kids,” you state plainly, “Thoughts and feelings.”

Jongho rolls his shoulders. “I’m interested in both,” he says simply, though there is a tinge of hesitation like he’s waiting for your reaction, “My parents have been married for thirty years and are still very much in love so it’s probably given me a set of rose-colored glasses when it comes to long-term commitment but the idea of having ‘a person’...like “my person’ to share love and life with, to grow old together…that sounds good to me.”

You nod, chewing on his answer. “And kids? Singular? Plural?”

“Eight.”

You instinctively recoil. He’s playing with you, so you’ll play.

“Well, this has been great,” you pretend to stand up to leave, “See you Monday, frien-”

A funny little ‘oof!’ puffs from your lips when Jongho grabs your hand and pulls you back down onto the couch. It’s just a lucky coincidence you land much closer this time and when Jongho releases your hand, he keeps it close, almost hovering nearby like he’s aching to take it again.

“Yes, I would like kids and no, I don’t care how many. Even one is a blessing and I would be over the moon to be a dad,” his eyes twinkle and it kindles a little warmth in your chest, “You look all ooey-gooey right now. I think you like me.”

You give into the urge to swat him this time. Right in the chest.

Jongho loves it.

“I already like you,” you roll your eyes at yourself for admitting so out loud but it’s a bit obvious at this point and he’s teasing. “I’m not ready for all…that…just yet but I would agree we have enough in common to maybe…give this a try?”

You don’t mean for it to sound so unsure but you haven’t dated anyone in a while and this is your friend, your co-worker…this is kind of a big decision to pursue a relationship and you want to take it seriously.

Jongho squeezes your hand and doesn’t remove it this time.

“If you’re asking me to go steady, I’d gladly accept.”

You let yourself lean into him as you laugh. “Do you always have to give me a hard time? You’re so unserious!”

“That’s not even a word! Aren’t you a teacher?”

You push yourself back with a hand against his arm, “Unserious is totally a word! Aren’t you a teacher?!”

Dissolving into laughter, you wind up holding your hands over your belly to soothe the ache, heads dropped back against the couch. It takes several minutes to settle down, no thanks to Jongho and his smart mouth, but you’re having so much fun you don’t care that your stomach hurts or that your cheeks sting from smiling too much.

Spending time with him like this is something you want more of.

Rolling your head toward him, you break open the fresh silence with a question.

“So, Jongho,” you manage, still a little breathy from laughing, “Would you like to go steady with me?”

He smiles and it’s gorgeous to behold. “Yes, I would.”

Both shoulders jump up to your ears as if the excitement you feel is trying to escape your body and you grin like a fool.

A boyfriend. That’s fun.

“Don’t get mad,” Jongho chuckles, taking your hand back into his, now playing with your fingers comfortably, “I might have seen you dance all the way back to your desk after I asked you out today. You’re really cute.”

Like a vortex opening up and swallowing you whole, you crumble, shrinking into the couch. “You’re kidding...”

Jongho almost feels bad for sweeping your high away so quickly but he’s telling the truth. It was the cutest thing he’d ever seen and shot his ego through the roof. “If it makes you feel better, I called an emergency meeting with my students. They helped me choose dinner and suggested the flowers and candles.”

“And the wine?” you raise a brow, coming back out of your shell.

Jongho uses his free hand to scratch the back of his head. “Called my mom.”

It’s quiet for only a moment and then you’re fawning all over him. “Awww!!! Who’s cute now? That’s so sweet!”

He pretends not to love all your attention. “Yeah, yeah…so, it’s a Friday night and we don’t have school tomorrow…”

“Mhm,” you grin, nodding along playfully.

Jongho lists options off as if he’s reading off a menu. “We can grab another glass of wine, or a beer, I have that too,” he winks, “and bullshit the night away. We could watch a movie or if you’re tired of my company I could just kiss you goodnight - I mean - walk you out.”

He’s smirking like he’s just so funny.

“You could kiss me now, grab me a beer, and then we could talk shit for a little while longer,” you suggest with equal teasing, and his brows shoot up.

Butterflies hardly have time to take flight in your belly before Jongho’s lips touch yours, though it’s not rushed at all. It’s an easy sort of confidence in his movements like he’s so comfortable kissing you - like it’s not the first time and most certainly won’t be the last.

One hand cradles your jaw and he’s still smirking when he pulls away because it was a good kiss and he knows it.

You know it. The universe knows it.

“Beer, movie, and makeout?” he jokingly suggests and you’re hopelessly falling for every ridiculous, unserious word coming out of his mouth.

“You really are just a man’s man, aren’t you?”

Jongho shrugs and gets up to retrieve two cold beers from the fridge calling over his shoulder, “I’m not really into guys, but I could be your man!”

Letting out a sigh that fades into a breathy laugh, you smile to yourself. Yeah, he absolutely could be your man.

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randomgirlblogger · 7 months ago

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Important.

I fucking hate those Tumblr blogs with sexual, provocative usernames that reblog or post pictures of oversexualized grown women in child underwear that are being tied with ropes, sticking out their tounges in a specific manner or literal cutscenes from adult movies with #coquette, #Lana's God, #daddy or #girlblogger, underneath because every time I see those blogs, it's runned by a kid or a grown fucking ass man.

And you're not "cool, grown up, Lana style" because you're getting the attention from a crusty, old preditor. You don't need a "daddy". You need to study for your upcoming math exam for God's love. Stop sexualizing your CHILDHOOD because it won't do you any good. You're a kid. Act like it.

You're 13. Those stuff are not for you. Get off Tumblr because there aren't only "Lana coquette girlbloggers" around but actual pedos that aren't hiding. Think about your safety first before any aesthetic. Because I see y'all posting pictures of yourselves too on those blogs and people sending you asks for "face reveals" or whatever. Who do you think is asking you this stuff? Not to mention those nasty asks like "Can I groope you?" when there's your age written in the top post or your bio saying you're a MINOR.

I don't care if you're 17, 15, or 13 (YES, SAW A BLOG LIKE THIS A SEC AGO). That's not for you. It doesn't matter that you're "mature for your age", whatever that means because lemme tell ya: you're NOT. That's why stuff like this and others have age restrictions. It affects your undeveloped brain and changes the way it develops. And your braind fully develops at the age of 25 - a healthy brain. Some take longer because of trauma or chronic illnesses. Pornography destroys your brain, and there are LITTERAL studies about that. I don't care if it's just a photo or whatever it might be. It still affects you. Subconsciously. Not to mention that it makes you numb when it comes to femicide or woman being abused.

I don't mean stop posting aesthetic pictures on the internet, but post AGE APPROPRIATE stuff. You have cute blogs with pictures of old cathedrals, antic knick knacks, and beautiful 90's models. Stick to that.

As a matter of fact, none of those pictures belong to any hashtags especially on apps used by minors, but ACTIVELY choosing those where the majority of users are MINORS is beyond and only presents your predatory behavior as an adult. Because that's what you are. A PEDOPHILE. "MDNI", "If you're underage-" SHUT IT! It won't help. That's not a place for sexual content. I don't care what TW you'll put into your bio. There are KIDS on this app. 13, 15, 17 year olds. Not to mention they can create a fake account or just lie about their age. Your "DNI" won't help.

And for my adult girlbloggers: don't post sexualized adult women in childs clothes for God's sake. Or sexual content in general. What do you need it for? Can't you see that it's making more harm than good? "Oh, yeah. This picture of a half nacked woman in pink underwear that is being abused and tied up that's also a screenshot from an adult video is going to match my profile aesthetic well". GTFO!

I'm not going to go into depth about grown men/ women using hashtags where the main audience/the majority is underage girls. Fuck off. Grow up. It's not a place for it. Think about the kids you're harming with your stupid ass behavior, you pedophile. Because I don't believe that you don't notice those minors. You simply don't care or, what's worse, you care and make them your target audience.

There are websites and apps where, let's put it that way, those pictures and films "belong" (unfortunately). There's enough porn in television, music, books, etc., etc. We, as humans, especially underage girls and boys, are absorbing things we see subconsciously. You won't even notice. It shapes your brain, your views, and your life even as an adult with fully developed (let's hope) brain. Why would you let control it by something like that? This ain't "aesthetic". It ain't "cool".

Grow up and get a life. Or at least read about the influence of porn on human brains (spoiler-allert it's scientifically making you dumber and it shows). Stop putting sexual content where it doesn't belong. Stop exposing kids to sexual content. Stop harming them.

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notasecrettelepath · 6 months ago

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Very belated update! Some more therapy, some more pain, a lot of love and Shannon Diaz haunts the narrative for the last time.

Chapters: 15/21 Fandom: 9-1-1 (TV)

Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz (9-1-1 TV) [Slow Burn - Angst with a Happy Ending - Post Season 5]

Rating: M | Words: 126k right now.

Summary:

The chapter where Eddie has a sex dream and goes to therapy for 3.5k words. Maybe unrelated, maybe not so much. Eddie and Chris have a ‘take-care-of-Buck-day’, as the chronic pain in his leg flares up. Shannon haunts the narrative, but this time it's not Eddie's fault, as Buck edits a video of her for Christopher to remember her voice.

Longer Chapter Snippet:

Oh boy. Where does he even start.

Eddie Diaz is spiraling. This time, he hasn’t actively blown up his life yet… But Buck was set to go back to the station in very few weeks, so being physically close to him for 12 to 24 hours straight was an impending reality again. Which wasn’t weird, it was his safe space, actually. Except now, every time Eddie saw Buck, his mouth went dry and his hands went restless and Buck was hell-bent on getting back in shape after the lightning strike and he was posting all a-fucking-bout it on Instagram and he was walking around his house in gym clothes and Eddie just. Eddie felt like he wanted to enact violence upon the guy’s bones. Respectfully.

But he couldn’t say any of that. Actually, he was actively trying to not even think about that.

Because Eddie had been working on the notion that he might, yes, might, be starting to develop some deeper feelings for his best friend.

Maybe.

But he didn’t know what those feelings were yet, or where they came from. He was a man in his thirties. He’d never felt anything like that for— well, someone who’s not a woman. He didn’t really know he could. He wasn’t allowed to. And then he had a fight with Buck and Buck was struck by lightning and Eddie had gone through all stages of grief in faster-than-light speed while waiting for him to wake up. So that, like, didn’t feel super platonic.

Eddie was a smart man, he could admit to it now.

Well. Not exactly admit to it. It was more like — Eddie’s brain couldn’t really deny it anymore, he had officially moved away from the denial stage of it all. But still, everything he said to Buck was true. He had no idea what those feelings were. Eddie knew he really fucking cared about Buck and loved him very much, you know, as a friend. Eddie knew that the possibility of losing Buck had torn him apart and mangled his insides. Eddie knew the image of Buck carrying Christopher to bed had been burned into his brain. Eddie could even accept that, when Buck had played guitar and sang for him, it turned his entire worldview upside down, because he wasn’t aware he could feel like that for someone other than— other than Shannon, honestly.

But then, two days after that, Eddie woke up from a very intense wet dream about— Well. You know who about. Eddie still isn’t in a place he can just, like. Think freely about it yet. He doesn’t know who can see inside his head, because maybe Bobby actually could, and he was a secret telepath this entire time and hadn’t told anyone about it, so Eddie can’t just like, think it, you know.

After the dream, he’d been so pent-up his entire shift that everyone noticed his weirdness. He definitely did not allow himself the privilege of release. And he felt like he was going insane. And Bobby kept throwing at him knowing glances. And well maybe he was a secret telepath, but it’s actually more probable he wasn’t, right? So Eddie couldn’t ask, right? Because that’d be crazy. And Eddie wasn’t crazy, he was just a lapsed catholic.

Well. All that meaning — Eddie is spiraling.

So, that’s what he says to Frank: “I think I’m spiraling.”

...

Read master & a hound on AO3.

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chronic-hyperfixator · 21 days ago

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[IS HUNTER GAY OR EUROPEAN]

Luz: There! Right there! Look at that tan, well tended skin. Look at the killer shape he’s in. Look at that slightly stubbly chin.

Bump: I’m not about to celebrate. Every trait could indicate a totally straight expatriate. This guy’s not gay. I say not gay.

Lilith: Well, is ot relevant to assume, that a man who wears perfume is automatically, radically fae?

Gus: But look at his coiffed and crispy locks.Look at his silk translucent socks. Theres the eternal paradox, look what we’re seeing.

Willow: What are we seeing?

Bump: Is he gay?

Luz: Of course he’s gay!

Bump: Or European?

Everyone: Ohhh.

Matt: Gay or European? It’s hard to guarantee.

Darius: Well, hey don’t look at me.

Raine: You see their boys up different in those charming foreign ports.

Eda: They play peculiar sports in shiny shirts and tiny shorts. Gay or foreign fella.

King: The answer could take weeks.

Emira: They both say things like “Ciao, Bella” while they kiss you on both cheeks.

Luz: Oh, please.

Kiki: Gay or European? So many shades of gray.

Eda: Depending on the time of day the French go either way.

Alador: Gay or European, or-

Amity: There, right there! Look at that condescending smirk, seen it on every guy at work. That is a metro, hetero jerk. That guys not gay, I say no way.

Edric: Well is it relevant to presume, that a hottie in that costume is automatically, radically-

Bump: Ironically, chronically-

Amity: Certainly, flirtingly-

Hooty: Genetically, medically-

Luz: Gay! Officially gay! Officially gay gay gay gay!

*Hunter kisses Willow*

Luz: Damnit!

Darius: Gay or European? So stylish and relaxed.

King: Is he gay or European? I think his chest is waxed.

Odalia: But they bring their boys up different there it’s culturally diverse.

Emira: It’s not a fashion curse if he wears a kilt or wears a purse.

Viney: Gay or just exotic? I still can’t crack the code.

Gus: His accent is hypnotic!

Tonella Nossa: But hith thoes are pointhy thoed.

Eda: Gay or European?

Eda and Raine: So many shades of gray.

Edric: But if her turns out gay I’m free at eight on Saturday.

Bump: Gay or European?

Camilla: Gay or European?

Vee: Gay or Euro-

Luz: Wait a minute. Give me a chance to crack this guy. I have an idea I’d like to try.

Eda: The floor is yours.

Luz: So, Mr. Noceda, this alleged affair with Ms. Park has been going on for…?

Hunter: Two years.

Luz: And your first name again is…?

Hunter: Hunter.

Luz: And your boyfriend’s name is…?

Hunter: Edric.

Hunter, panicked: I-I, sorry! I misunderstood. You said “boyfriend” I thought you said “best friend” Edric is my best friend.

Edric: You bastard! You lying bastard! That’s it, I’m not going to cover for you anymore! People, I have a big announcement. This man is gay and European!

Everyone: Whoa!

Edric: And neither is a disgrace. Hunter, you got to stop being a completely closet case. It’s me, not her he’s seeing. No matter what he’d say, he’d swear he never ever swing the other way. You are so gay! You big parfait.

Hunter: I’m straight.

Edric: You were not yesterday. So if I may, I’m proud to say. He’s gay.

Luz: He’s gay!

Bump: And European.

Luz: He’s gay.

Hunter: Fine, okay, I’m bi.

Luz and Edric: Horay!!

#for the sake of this pretend hunter is european #omg this took forever #gay or european #there! right there!#the owl house #toh #the owl house incorrect quotes #incorrect owl house quotes #incorrect owl house #incorrect quotes #hunter noceda #luz noceda #edric blight #principal bump #and a whole bunch of others that I can’t add or I’ll run out of tags #source: legally blonde #source: legally blonde the musical #source: there right there #Spotify

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bmergency-broadcast · 3 months ago

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Ehem

The fanfic readers in their rendition of Legally blonds ”There, right there” . (this came to me in a dream)

(Some thing do not rhyme, just a warning)

(Fanfic reader)

There! Right There!

*points to first dude in the ship*

Look at that string bean with pale skin

*points to other dude in the ship*

Look at the killer shape he's in

Look at that slightly stubbly chin

Oh Please they’re gay, totally gay

(Fanfic reader but different)

I'm not about to celebrate

Every trait could indicate

The totally straight duo

These guys not gay, I say not gay

(All)

That is the elephant in the room

Well, is it relevant to assume

that a man who wears corsets

is automatically, matically gay?

(Fanfic reader)

But look at his coiffed and crispy locks

(Fanfic reader but other)

Look at his patterned socks

(Fanfic reader)

There's the eternal paradox

Look what we're seeing

(Fanfic reader but different)

What are we seeing?

(Fanfic reader)

Are they gay?

(Fanfic reader but not same)

Of course they’re gay

(Fanfic reader)

Or just platonic?

(All)

Ohhhhhh

Gay or just platonic?

It's hard to guarantee

Are they gay or just platonic?

(Fanfic writer)

Well, hey don't look at me

(Fanfic reader)

You see they bring their boys up different

in those charming new worlds

They play peculiar sports

(All)

In shiny shirts and metal shorts

Gay or just a duo?

The answer could take weeks

They both say things like "I’ll never leave you"

while they hug too fucking long

(Fanfic reader but other)

Oh please

(All)

Gay or just platonic?

So many shades of gay

(Fanfic writer)

Depending on the time of day

I go either way!

(All)

Are they gay or just platonic?

or-

(Fanfic reader but different)

There! Right There!

Look at that confident smirk

Seen it on every guy in straight romantic books

That is a metro-hetro jerk

Those guys not gay, I say no way

(All)

That is the elephant in the room

Well is it relevant to presume

that a hottie in that suit

*the ship lean in for a kiss *

(Fanfic reader)

Is automatically, radically

(Fanfic reader but different)

Ironically, chronically

(Fanfic reader but other)

Scurtinly, curtainly

(Fanfic reader)

Genetically, netically

(All)

Gay!

Officially Gay!

Officially Gay, Gay, Gay, Gay!

*the ship goes through miscommunication*

(All)

Dammit!

Gay or just platonic?

(Fanfic reader)

So stylish and so smug

(All)

Are they gay or just platonic?

(Fanfic reader but different) *blushing*

I think his chest is waxed

(Fanfic reader)

But they bring their boys up different there

It's culturally diverse

It's not a fashion curse

(All)

If he wears a suit or bears a sword

Gay or just a duo?

I still can't crack the code

(Fanfic reader but other)

Their chemistry is crazy

But they both leaned away

(All)

Huh

Gay or just platonic?

So many shades of gay

(Fanfic reader, horny)

But if they turn out straight

I'm free at 8 on saturday

(All)

Are they gay or just platonic?

Gay or platonic?

Gay or plato-

(Fanfic reader)

Wait a minute!

Give me a chance to crack these guys

I have an idea I'd like to try

(Fanfic reader but different)

The floor is yours

(Fanfic reader)

So Mr. Shipped dude...

This alleged affair with Ms. Lady

has been going on for...?

(Mr shipped dude)

2 years

(Fanfic reader)

And your first name again is...?

(Mr shipped dude)

To where

(Fanfic reader)

And your boyfriend's name is...?

(Mr shipped dude)

Other shipped dude

I'm sorry! I misunderstand

You say boyfriend

I thought you say best friend

other shipped dude is my… best friend

(Fanfic writer)

You bastard!

You lying bastard!

That's it!

I no cover for you, no more!

Peoples

I have a big announcement

These men are gay and in a slow burn!

*GASP*

And neither is disgrace

you've got to stop, you’re being

a completely closet case

No matter what they say

I swear they never ever ever ever look the other way

You are so gay

You big parfait!

You flamboyant boys in closet

(Ship)

We’re straight!

(Smut writer) *yelling*

You were not yesterday!

(Fanfic writer)

So if I may, I'm proud to say

They’re gay!

(All)

And in a slow burn!

(Fanfic writer)

They’re gay!

(All)

And in a slow burn!

(Fanfic writer)

They’re gay!

(All)

And in a slow burn and Gay!

(Ship)

Fine, okay we’re gay!

(All)

Hooray!

#fanfic #fanfic writing #ao3 #so stupid #gay #gayyyyy #wolfstar #jayvik #desert duo #starchaser #ive not seen arcane #but they give me this vibe lol

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bluejaysandblackbats · 1 year ago

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Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn’t die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 17/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Donna Troy

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Seventeen: The Campaign: Malatra Pt. 1

Tim slept in his bed one last time while I packed our things. My phone rang, and I answered to keep from waking Tim up. “Hello?” I whispered.

“Jason, I heard about your friend’s mother—.”

“You don’t have to say anything… Um, Barbara, can I ask you for a favor?” I interrupted.

“I don’t know. It depends… Is it illegal?” Barbara asked.

“No. It’s—. I need you to help me get back in fighting shape. I know Bruce won’t change his mind because I can throw a couple of solid punches, but I’ve gotta do this for myself. I need to know I didn’t let the accident beat me,” I explained. I told her as much of the truth as I could.

“Jason… Wednesday through Friday after school. No excuses,” Barbara replied. I grinned.

“I’ll be there. I promise,” I whispered, “Thank you. Thank you, Barbara. You’re the best.” Barbara was a tough person to move. She wasn’t emotionally driven or faint of heart. Barbara was sharp and efficient. Practical and poised. She was everything I needed in a teacher.

“ Yeah, yeah, yeah. See how you feel about me after our first training session. Bye, Jason… And good on you for getting back up. I thought about what I said to you the last time we talked. I was wrong to tell you that you were being childish. If taking this time away from home was good for your mental health, who am I to tell you—?”

“Barbara, I am a kid. I never said I wasn’t. I was pissed off and closed in, and I reacted. I was in a dark place, and I’d be lying if I said I wanted to go home now… I know it’s what I have to do. I’m gonna be mature about it, for Tim’s sake,” I replied, “I’ve gotta finish packing… But, um—. Thank you, Barbara.”

“Don’t thank me yet, Boy Wonder. See you Wednesday,” Barbara teased. She hung up, and I shook Tim awake.

He pushed my face away and laughed. “ Uggghhh. Jason, what are you doing?” Tim asked.

“She’s gonna train me. Wednesday through Friday, so we’ll condition Saturday through Monday,” I replied. Tim grinned.

“And on Tuesday ?” Tim half-joked.

“Warlocks and Warriors,” I replied, “And—. Oh, Ives wants to come over tonight. I gave him Bruce’s address and said he could stay the night.”

“Ives wanted to hang out? Does he—?”

I nodded. “Ives knows, but I asked him not to mention it… Unless…” I trailed off. Tim shook his head. “Then, he won’t…” I tied labels to Tim’s chargers and tucked them into his suitcase.

We went to the manor at sunset because I knew Bruce wouldn’t be there. Alfred seemed happy to see us again. Ives showed up an hour after we got there, and Alfred served dinner. “Hey, guys… Do you wanna do another campaign here this weekend?” I asked.

Tim’s eyes widened. “You want to?” Tim questioned. I nodded.

“That’d be sick,” Ives replied.

“Cool. Tell the guys Tuesday we’ll hang out here,” I replied. Ives glanced at Tim and looked at his plate when he saw me looking. Tim was oblivious to everything going on in his life because of everything.

“Jason should DM this one,” Tim suggested. I choked. “Come on. You can do it. I see how deep you get into character. And you’re the only person willing to indulge Hudson. Besides, I think the guys are still mad at me for what happened in Ravenloft.”

“That was messed up. I can’t believe you killed Ives first and swapped him out with a Doppelganger. That was sick. And Ives… I’m shocked you let him go through with that,” I replied.

Tim smiled. I reached for my bed to pull myself up, but I felt a shockwave shoot down my back into my legs, and I let go of the mattress. “Jason?” Tim asked.

“I’m okay… But like—. Are you guys sure you want me to DM?” I questioned.

“Yeah, definitely,” Ives replied, “You’ve gotta try it at least once. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it again, but you should give it a chance. You might be good.”

"In the living forest lands of Malatra, all seems quiet. Suspiciously so. A warm breeze blows, rustling through the canopies overhead. Topiaries of smiling children surround a small fire. It is the only possible sign of life for several miles. A song breaks through the near-silent forest. It starts low and guttural, like a collective groan, and then the ethereal choral collections of synchronized sobs. It is a song of mourning. A once-distant sound, now building as if it is approaching. The forest's dirt walkways slowly disappear under shrubs and bushes, and it seems like a trick to the eye at first, but no. You see it now. The bushes have feet where roots should be, and finally, a male voice breaks through the grieving chorus," I cleared my throat. "State your business," I bellowed. "He steps forward. A bamboo elf. His hair is a warm brown with the same red undertones of autumn leaves. He keeps his hair in wide and intricate waves and curls. His skin is an olivine green, and his eyes dark brown and ancient, study you. You all recognize this bamboo elf immediately, but before we get into that… you should introduce yourselves." A big, goofy grin spread across Tim's face. Silence fell over my room as I waited for someone to speak.

"You fucking killed it," Hudson mumbled in shock. I covered my smile. "Clay Everlake, earth genasi monk here. I'm stone grey, with bright green hair made of leaves, with the front pulled into a warrior's bun—."

"Man bun penalty!" everyone shouted.

"Is not! Anyway ... It's a warrior's bun, and the rest of my hair hangs leafy down my shoulders. I'm fairly young, rough and tumble, and trouble seems to follow me wherever I go," Hudson answered.

I gestured to Ives. "Eldrid Deepwood, here. I'm a firbolg druid... I uh—. I have bluish-green skin and dark eyes. My hair is whiteish-grey, luscious, and thick, almost mane-like. My ears are floppy... And uh—. And despite my advanced age, I'm a timid sort of fella," Ives stammered in an Irish accent.

I nodded and pointed to Hudman. "Fettar Keephorn. Dwarven rogue, dark beard, dark brown eyes. My loyalties lie with Clay Everlake... Unfortunately," Hudman muttered in a dry voice. We all laughed. "I'm not much for words."

And Tim. I looked forward to Tim's character because we'd been pretty hush-hush about our plans all week, which meant we had nothing to discuss outside of training. "Posy Moonfall, gnome cleric here. I've got blond shoulder-length hair and grey eyes hidden behind foggy glasses. Well, they're usually quite—. I'm not used to being in the presence of a man of Mr. Deepwood's stature. I'm clumsy, but my intuitive nature makes up for my shortcomings... At least, I think—. Oh gosh. Am I rambling?" Tim replied in a woman's voice. He was surprisingly good at it. I almost forgot my place.

I cleared my throat before continuing. "Clay Everlake, your connection to this bamboo elf is deeply personal. Isn't it?" I asked, nodding at him. I liked Hudson. He always made me laugh and was my favorite of Tim's friends. He also tried to make me feel better about my scars by showing me the dent in his forehead. It wasn't the same, but he genuinely thought it was.

"He raised me. When my family was slaughtered on the outskirts of Malatra, he took me in and raised me. He's a father to me," Hudson answered. Hudson and I locked eyes, and I smiled down at my notes. "I didn't expect to see him under such grim circumstances."

"And Fettar?" I questioned.

"The elf and I… used to date,” Hudman replied. We all laughed.

“Fettar and Theren Everlake dated? You guys were—.”

“A couple. Yep,” Hudman doubled down.

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wannab-urs · 2 years ago

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Vol 25

Hi Friends!!

It has been... a week. I didn't get a whole lot of reading done. But I did absolutely adore every single thing I read this week. I think, if I can count, I read 12 new fics this week. Also tried out yet another new format: Author summaries (or my quick one if there wasn't one) included with the rec.

As always you can find all of my previous fic recs here. Feel free to tag me in your fics and I'll add them to my TBR (please understand that my TBR is long as hell and it might take a while for me to get to it)

Fic recs below the (baby) Pedro!

Me and My Husband a Din series by @beskarandblasters

Summary: Din Djarin is doing what any typical Mandalorian would be doing after reclaiming Mandalore, finding a riduur and settling down. He’s still a member of the Guild on Nevarro, taking bounties here and there to support his new family. But when he meets you while you’re working the front desk at an inn on Naboo, he finds himself hooked, feeling like he’s found something new and exciting in his now mundane life. How long can he keep up appearances with his riduur? And how long can he keep his little secret with you?

This is the first married!Din series I’ve ever seen (not saying it doesn’t exist, but I haven’t seen it), so this is for my infidelity loving Din Girlies. I love how awkward and just plain bad at flirting Din is in this. And you’ll hear this a lot from me in my reblogs but POOR MAY!! I’m so excited for the rest of this series.

Oh, Honey a Joel series by @lincolndjarin

Summary: you’ve been given a gift. a fresh start in a brand new place, the sleepy little town of Honey, WV. a distant aunt has passed away and left you a little plot of land and her camper, the stars must be aligning for you because the local mortician is looking for an assistant and you’re desperate for the work experience. your new employer even offers to set you up with her brother-in-law! things are looking up, you’ve got a brand new home, a new town, a hot date, (and thanks to a series of bear attacks that started immediately after your arrival) you have more than enough work to keep you busy!

Oh look Gin is reading another monsterfucking fic…. Shocker. But anywayyyy, I love the buildup in this. It’s got such a good suspenseful plot. And I love that reader goes a lil off the rails and everyone is fuckin gaslighting her aghhhhhh. Oh also baby Ellie is in this and that is adorable. The lore and the worldbuilding in this are to die for, I feel like I’m reading a mystery novel.

A Heart For Eating a Joel series by @motherofagony

Summary: a vicious raider attack robs you of human connection and lights a fire of destruction in your life in jackson. joel's fixated on you, and your lives tangle. revenge becomes a needful thing.

I love Joel’s characterization in this so much. He’s a grumpy bastard, but he’s got that wonderful protective caregiver thing going on. If you’re a fan of some mild love as consumption, injured men (and taking care of them (joel)), christ side wounds, and gorgeous storytelling this is the one.

Go Ahead, I dare ya a Javi P two shot by @chronically-ghosted

Summary: 1. No sex. 2. No touching yourself. 3. No orgasms. 4. No murdering your annoying DEA partner. A Javier Peña-shaped riff on that iconic Star Wars fic.

The TENSION!!!! The BUILDUP!!!! This fic drove me crazy dude. It’s so will they won’t they the whole fucking time right up until they do. Javi is perfectly written and reader is a perfect match for his bullshit.

Wet Work a Frankie one shot by @loversandantiheroes

Summary: Frankie accidentally discovers how to make you squirt

I???? It’s a fic where Frankie makes you squirt three times like what else do I even have to say? It’s on your kitchen table! And you call him a good boy! This fic is devastatingly hot.

Frankie Breathplay Drabble a Frankie drabble by @ozarkthedog

Summary: Frankie chokes you while you ride him

Got tagged in this lovely little drabble and ummmm oh my god? Breathplay is a little bit of an understatement for what this is. It borders on dark!frankie (in my personal opinion), which I adore. He’s choking you out while you ride him. Like that’s what’s happening. Asphyxiation but make it sexy.

Real Gods Require Blood a Joel one shot by @proxima-writes

Summary: You think you’re as good as dead when a band of raiders find you. In what you think are your final moments, an angel appears. His name is Joel Miller, and he is here to deliver you from evil.

CULT JOEL! CULT JOEL!!! I love how fucking scary Joel is in this. It’s like if the stuff that happened to canon joel got all mixed up with some religious trauma and made him go a little crazy. I loved this so much. It was quietly terrifying, beautifully written. I love the ending so much too… not gonna spoil it but AHHHH

The Locksmith a The Thief series by @oonajaeadira

Summary: A Thief you’ve known for years and have conflicting feelings for brings you a gift. The gift is a not only a puzzle in itself, but part of a larger mystery, one only you can crack.

I’m like 3 or 4 chapters into this series and I love it so much. The Thief with a locksmith reader is just such a good idea and I love how he ropes her into situations. He’s such a smooth talker ugh. The opera chapter? Pls. I gotta go finish this series now actually AH.

The Haunting of Dieter Bravo a Dieter one shot by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: "ghosts aren't real, except when they are."

As a paranormal horror slut, it really felt like this fic was written for me… (f’me, if you will, Bea). Dieter being Dieter and reader being done with his shit and then they get HAUNTED. I love it. The suspense is so good. I was actually a lil freaked out.

Everyone at this party's a vampire a Dieter one shot by @idolatrybarbie

Summary: "you look so pretty like this."

This is funny because Dieter is an idiot, but reader is so hot??? Anyway sexy vampire lady lures Dieter’s dumbass into getting murked and it’s wonderful.

Intimidation Tactics a Dave/Marcus P series by @whataperfectwasteoftime

Summary: You and your partner, Marcus Pike, are investigating a case that brings you far too close to something much more dangerous than your average art thief.

I haven’t quite finished this yet (actually just got to the big action scene), but I am so in love with this fic. I already adore the way Penny writes Marcus, but then we get her Dave too. And Dave has all these elements of movie Dave – badass, sexy, a little scary – but we also get to see him be sweet and protective and playful and I love it so much. And then also I think everyone knows I’m a big ol slut for a MMF fic and the dynamic between Marcus and Dave is so fucking good. Little baby enemies to lovers plotline and GOD their chemistry is off the charts.

Just Friends a Javi P two shot by @joelsgreys

Summary: You’re planning to have sex for the first time and you’re nervous—Javi offers to show you a thing or two, but just as friends of course.

I really love the way Vee writes Javi, man. He’s arrogant, annoying, rude, snarky… but also protective, sweet, and very ummmm giving. The banter is fuckin unmatched. And the mutual pining? PLEASE. I’m obsessed.

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Apologies to anyone whose series I normally keep up with... I've been a lil scatterbrained.

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Happy Reading!

#fic recs #the spreadsheet digest #fanfiction recommendations #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro fics #pedro pascal character fanfiction #din djarin fics #frankie morales fics #javier pena fics #javi p fics #joel miller fics #dave york fics #marcus pike fics #dieter bravo fics #the thief fics

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ofsunnydays-and-moonlitnights · 5 months ago

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I didn't say this in my first ask- but I like to think they both have their own "side" to their room. It's not exactly obvious or anything, but if you know their habits it is.

Suns side has a bunch of kids crafts and papers and things you'd probably see down in the daycare, but they're either slightly disfigured or just dirty and so they now sit up with him instead.

Moons side has all his collections from people over the years (some more sentimental than others. You can usually tell how much he cares about it based on where he puts it. Easy to take? Doesn't care much. Hard to reach? He cares about that one.) he also has random drawings from when the virus began and scribbles of various stuff that he's torn up . He doesn't throw anything away.

Also a few torn up plushies. They're similar to suns, as in they were up there because they weren't fit for the kids, but they're not in good shape anymore. Things ended up messy when the virus first started messing with him and they were usually his first victim.

He doesn't like looking at them.

(lmao sorry I am a chronic paragraph writer. Enjoy!)

Oh do not apologise! I'm loving ever word of this!!!!!

I think the reason it's not obvious in the games cuz the virus has messed everything up!

But yes!!! I totally think the boys would have separate sides of the room, just like how siblings who have to share a room would. I wholeheartedly believe in their sibling dynamics XDDD

OOH OH SUN KEEPS ALL THE TINY PENCILS XDDD you know the ones that are just the eraser and then the point XDD so tiny you can't use them XD OH and i bet he keeps the empty glitter glue tubes cuz he just thinks they're neat. He also has a collection of his favourite pictures, which by Fazbear policy should have been shredded but know one has to know. They were gifts after all ó-ò

As for moons collection I can see that getting a little angsty... like this was the favourite doll of his favourite kid that no longer comes...

Now I believe moon didn't kill most of the lost kids... I think he played more of a pied piper role at least to begin with... but I could see him keeping the victims stuff itsalsonothisfaultthevirusmadehimdoitandthisisahilliwilldieon! He still feels guilty tho T_T

There are also some suspiciously torn up staff uniforms and hats that are stashed away for no one to see, that was their fault for attacking him. He's only a little guilty about that.

#thanks for the ask #kezi chats #headcannons #fnaf sb #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf moon #fnaf sun

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დStarKid songs I associate with twst boys დ

This is probably the most random one out of all my “songs I associate with twst boys”. But hey, Team StarKid is amazing what can I say～(￣▽￣～)

This is all for shits and giggles. And I did giggle while writing these.

I made this before npmd so no amazing songs from there😔

!!Don’t like,it does nothing. Reblog instesd!!

Characters: all the nrc students + some of my oc’s

Riddle Rosehearts: California MIA

“My mom's a bitch. An alcoholic. A melancholic. That we keep afloat. It's time to flip the switch. When the problem's chronic. Not being hyperbolic. But it's time to ghost”

Trey Clover: cup of roasted coffee

“Get your cup of roasted coffee. Your morning cup of Joey. We'll make a jamming cup of java. Mocha latte with the froth for you, Jack. Frappuccino with the freshly roasted mung beans. It's a caramel drizzle mud in a cup. With a drip, drip, drip-drip, drip. And we'll bring it right up”

Cater Diamond: deck the halls(of northville high)

“Can't wait. Deck the halls on high. Deck up Northville High School. Carol in the halls. Rising with the tide yule. Orient like kings. See what winter brings for your. Northville mistletoe”

Ace Trappola: join us (and die)

“Sorry to interrupt. But we got bones to pluck. The time for chaos is long past overdue. Death isn't optional. In fact it’s optimal. Your time is up. And now we go through you. We tried to convince you. In soliloquy. But now we'll kill you. With more than harmony! Just die”

Deuce Spade: show me your hands

“Ma'am, I need you to take a step back. You're facing the law, not the clerk at The Gap. Yeah, we're cops. Yeah, we're cops. You'd better shape on up. You better empty out all of them pockets. But don't empty out all of them pockets. Yeah, we're cops. Yeah, we're cops. And we make sense”

Leona Kingscholar: we got work to do

“I don't really wanna do the work today. I don't really wanna do the work today. I don't really wanna do the work today. I don't wanna do the work today”

Ruggie Bucchi: i steal everything

“Did you know in this barbaric country. They only give you money if you work. Thanks, but no thanks, the man. I'll keep stealing all I can. Instead of being a fascist yuppie jerk”

Jack Howl: happy ending

“I'll be treated like a hero. All the citizens adore. They'll throw a parade in my honor. With peacocks and monkeys galore. The people will cheer. For the royal vizier. For answering duty's call”

Azul Ashengrotto: our doors are open

“We'll gladly give you money. I'll gladly take your money now. I want the doll with the tummy. Oh, don't we all and here is how you get. The very thing you want. The highest of holidays. Comes but once a year. I'm not talking 'bout the fat man and his reindeer. It's the crème brûlée. Following turkey day”

Jade Leech: you tied up my heart

“I'm tied up, Charlotte. Tied up with you. You understand me. Now hand me those keys. The keys to my youth. God, we were young once. Innocent and fun once. And free. Let go of this grip on me. You tied up my heart. You tied me down. Now break me open. With your love and mercy”

Floyd Leech: tickle me wiggly

“He's a wiggly snig. And a sniggly wiggly (Yeah!) A fwendy-wend. That makes you giggly! He's an underwater creature from outta this world. A bestest fwendy-wend. To all the boys and girls! He's a wiggly wig. And a snuggle poo. And a wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle. Wiggle wiggle wiggle with you”

Kalim Al-Asim: cup of poisoned coffee

“Get your cup of poisoned coffee. Your toxic cup of Joey! We'll make a twisted cup of java mocha latte with the goo for you Jack. Jack, Jack, Jack! Hey, Mr. Business. How do you. How do you. How do you do?”

Jamil Viper: no one remembers achmend

“So to restore my repute. As a fierce fearsome brute, There's only one route I see. Arrange the slaughter of millions. Of innocent civilians. Then they'll remember me”

Vil Shoenheit: take me back

“Take me back in time to love you. Take me back when we were lost. Lost in love and lost in feeling. Without the cost. Take me back in time to high school. Take me back when things were light. Light my heart and light my shadow. And make it alright. Cause I already lost it once. What I already won”

Rook Hunt: Show stopping number

“A show stoppin' number. Is something you die for. A real catchy, earwormy tune. An award-winning score. That seeps in and out of your pores. A ditty to make the chorus girls swoon. It'll unify humanity in a thundering chorus. No exits from this Broadway venue. So splash those shiny cymbals. Got a show stoppin' hymnal for you”

Epel Felmier: final (a thousand and one nights reprise)

“A thousand and one lifetimes is not enough to spend. At last we have a story with no end. Let this be a story with no end...”

Idia Shroud: the golden rule (evil reprise)

“I follow the golden rule. How can a man resist. When the gold in his hand. Lets him rule the land. With an iron fist. I follow the golden rule. It's either them or me. The gold that my neighbor. Earns through his labor. Is gold I'll never see. Who has the gold makes all the rules. So he wins the game and then. The prize for winning?”

Ortho Shroud: sands of time- golden rule

“Follow the golden rule. For life's a two-way street. Keep that in mind. And you'll be kind. To everyone you meet! Follow the golden rule. It isn't hard to do. Always treat others like sisters and brothers. And they'll do the same for you. Before you harm your fellow man. Ask this question first: How would you wish that he treat you. If your fortunes were reversed?”

Malleus Draconia: dream a little harder

“Why don't we have enough to eat? Why are we dying in the street? Why does my baby always cry? Why did my mommy have to die? Mine too. Mine too. Mine too, Mine too, Mine too! The answer here is crystal clear. Jafar, that ugly old Vizier. He's the reason for our many woes”

Lilia Vanrouge: twisted

“What remains of a man when that man is dead and gone? Only memories and stories of his deeds will linger on. But if a man's accomplishments aren't in the tale they tell. Are the deeds that go unheralded his legacy as well? If a war breaks out tomorrow, we'll all have Hell to pay. Why protect my reputation? I'm a dead man either way. How will they tell my story? How will they tell my tale? Will anybody even care?”

Silver (Vanrouge): not your seed

“You left me out of your sight for one second. And look what happens, nightmare time. It's worse than you could imagine. Not sex and not drugs. Just alien invading minds. No more family vacays together. 'Cause your only daughter's under the weather. And if you actually paid attention to me”

Sebek Zigvolt: wiggle

“I hear his voice. I feel his power. I see his kingdom and his plans. Laid out for me. Oh, he's mine, mine, mine. To follow his orders. Oh, it's my, my monument to build. He will wiggle, wiggle. Wiggly will wiggle tonight. Oh He will wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle his way into life”

“Oc’s”

Ibhana “Vesper” Baske: Adore me

“I will destroy everything. And then I will destroy everything. I'll guarantee I'll destroy everything. In my path. Unless I get what I - Shit, it's Gerald. I will destroy everything. And then I will destroy everything. (Alright, keep going, don't say the shit part) I'll guarantee I'll destroy everything. (Alright, that's good, don't say the shit part) In my path. Unless I get what I shit”

Tao Yúchi: everything and more

“I want the moon. I want to live on the moon. And eat it in a pie. And keep it as a pet. And wear it like a gemstone in my hair. And someday soon. The people who say I'm just dreaming. Like father and Ja'far. Will see how wrong they are. As I laugh in their faces through mouthfuls of moonbeam pie”

Igor Kazentoc: the guy who didn’t like musicals

“In the tiny town of Hatchetfield. Lived an awful grinch named Paul. Spends his day surfing the web. And not singing and dancing with us all. Should we kill him? Should we kill him? Oh, he pines after a cute lil' barista. Isn’t that worth a show-stopping fiesta, yeah? But for some damn reason. He won’t join our singing season. What an ass! What a bitch! What a cuck!”

Junto Shuisha: La dee dah dah day

“Sometimes I just wanna shout. On top of roof and mountain tops. All the world is paved in gold. Yesterday is retroactive. Got myself a new perspective. I strut it up and down the road. So I throw out my worries. And my old skin away. Doing what I want to. On this la dee dah dah day!”

Jasper Spade: Black Friday

“Is this what I lived for? To be choked in a toy store. While staring into hell. There's something that's beautiful. Being awake for my funeral. You can close the casket now. The plans for my father's hopeless seed. Born into moral poverty. Still, I wasn't the angel heaven sent. To break through my cliché boundaries”

Najih Al-Amin: feast or famine

“You never should settle for the lifetime that is handed to you. There's always a line to be cut and someone to barrel through. And if you should find that you're about to get the short of the stick. Take what you want. Return what you get”

Aikat Spanos: Backfire

“What if I tried something new. And it— Backfired! What if I did something more. And it— Backfired! You made a Schwoopsie... You burned down the village... You killed all the mammoths... You poisoned the water... You lost my Grant... Chorn... Okay, okay, okay! Geez Chorn, I get it”

Phobes Spanos: a thousand and one nights

“I want to know your story. I want to know your past. So tell me slowly from the start. Leave out no detail. Savour every part. I want to know your story. So make the story last. I want to know each twist and turn. Tell me all I've missed. I've so much to learn”

“BONUS”

Grim: Wagon on fire

“Your wagon is on fire. Your wagon is aflame. Your wagon is on fire. It’ll never be the same”

All of these songs are part of musicals, go watch them, they are amazing(and stupidly funny) this is for shits and giggles btw, don’t take it seriously, please T^T

(Also, did I give Kalim a song about poison for the irony of his life? Yes. Did I give silver a song about a father daughter angst relationship for angst? Also yes)

!!requests are open!!

comments are more than appreciated. but reblogs help the content reach more people so please reblog if you want to like<3 likes do nothing. Seriously, don’t like, reblog.

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