#continuous roaster

[starrvsn]

` ִ ꔫ ۫ ⊹ D.HUME ࣪ ˖ TWO HALVES OF ONE HEART.

﹙ MOVIE/FANDOM ⠆THE BOYS IN THE BOAT ﹚

PART 02 OF HEART AND MIND! READ PART 01 HERE.

PAIRING ⠆don hume x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT ⠆3,756 (well spent!)

ON ROTATION ⠆cheek to cheek by frank sinatra, head over heels by tears for fears, my heart it beats for you by grent perez, how deep is your love by bee gees.

CATEGORIES ⠆very fluffy!!! a long awaited lovers reunion!!!! the boys on crew being the biggest supporters as always, joyce being lovely, very comforting. loved how it came out... though i feel like it kinda dragged but i digress.

𝟒𝟏𝟏. a much needed reunion between two lovers.

you don’t think you’ve ever seen lake washington look so alive, there were swarms of crowds surrounding the lake. the day was sunny and bright with a slight wind whistling through the air.

full of supporters and spectators from both cal and washington alone. your heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness as you followed followed your parents through the crowd but ultimately separating from them as you made your way to the viewing deck. the thought of seeing don again— being in his presence again made you so excited yet so nervous. you were elated he made the JV rowing team, knowing how effortlessly he knew how to do things; basically being good at anything. you had a fairly good spot over looking the water; not realizing it’s a student only viewing deck (did those even exist..). you looked for a spot not to close to the front in case don ends up seeing you, you didn’t want to throw him off from their first race of the season. as you were getting settled in your spot you accidentally bump into someone.

“oh! i am so sorry!” you apologize, pushing your hair away from crowding your face as you watch the girl in front of you stumble a bit.

“no! no it’s totally okay.” a blonde with short hair instantly assures, noticing as her eyes scanning over you.“i don’t think i’ve ever seen you around school before.” she adds, you found it bit odd she would say such a thing.

“ i don’t actually go here.” you affirmed, clearing your throat a bit. still confused on her sudden interrogation, she nods. taking in the newfound information before continuing.

“where do you attend?” you hesitate, suddenly noticing how everyone on the deck had UW flags and you didn’t have that, instead a berkeley flag that someone had given you after recognizing you from school. if she had seen the flag tucked behind you it would’ve given you away immediately.

“cal.” a slight cough out of the school name; there was no way in lying to her, suddenly feeling small amongst the groups of UW students. the short haired girl piques at your response “cal as in cal state berkeley— the rowing team the boys are going against?” you nod for her in clarification “how come you’re rooting for the opposite team?” fully facing you now. before you can tell her your reason she interrupts saying how rude it was for her to bombard you without asking your name, you weren’t offend at all and introduced yourself instantly as she does the same immediately after.

“my boyfriend is on the team actually.” you felt awkward telling her but also relieved, you don’t remember the last time you outright told anyone you had a boyfriend. ”oh really! who?” it crosses in joyce’s mind that it could be joe but she knows joe would never keep something like this from her and there was a massively rare chance it would be him so her mind briefs through the rest of the roaster. though she only knew their faces and not their names.

“don, don hume. you know him?” joyce ponders for a bit, the name sounding very familiar.

“i think joe mentioned him before…” you assume ‘joe’ is on the rowing team with don, further assuming she was here to root for joe but would’t say that of course… insisting she’s here rooting for everyone, not just joe.

“its okay, he’s not much of a talker anyways.” laughing it off, don wasn’t someone to put himself in the lime light, finding comfort alone or with you. a part of you hoping he’s getting along well with his teammates as he isnt the easiest to get along with because of how reserved he could be… you just want him to be happy.

“does he know you’re here?” you shake your head in response but mention to her that you sent him a letter recently entailing that you were coming over to visit but it was safe to assume he hadn;t gotten it since he hadn’t called (knowing he only calls when he needs to respond immediately). an idea suddenly sparks in your new friends mind. she tells you there is supposed to be a party if the huskies win and she insists you surprise him then, it was such a spur of the moment proposition you accepted. she squeals excitedly, grasping your arm. she was so happy to meet someone new who wasn’t from washington, excited to make your acquaintance as she stays close to you, cheering on the boys.

the race was nothing short of a spectacle, no one was sure that the huskies would win but they had defied odds and won with an astounding outcome. you see dons face as their boat pushes to the finish line, time seems to slow when your eyes land on him. his hair is shorter and face slimmer from the last time you saw him, your heart swells seeing him so happy from winning, splashing the water and celebrating with the rest of the team. you don’t think you’ve seen anything more attractive, his muscles taught and defined in that fitting uniform he wore. a faint blush creeps up you neck as you watch his muscles flex under the sunlight, you couldn’t wait to be with him again, talk to him, be in his arms again. you eyes don’t leave him until joyce drags you away from the your spot, immediately talking your ear off about how well they did on the way to her dorm. don lingering in your mind the whole way.

the hall was loud and in high spirits after the win of the JV rowing team, don watches as george walks off hand and hand with a pretty brunette. sitting alone as the other guys sit in the paired tables in front of him, having their own conversations. don didn’t mind to be alone or away from the group; it would probably be expected of him to go off and talk to others but he really isn’t much of a talker and preferred to observe the scenes in front of him. he didn’t need to be apart of the fun to have fun- he was content knowing the guys were having a good time. it did get lonely at times though the guys kept him company and included him in conversation for a part but his mind kept lingering at the thought of you; being here with him— having fun of your own if you were here. he’s been thinking about you more lately, missing you more than he usually did. it was rough the first few months but he eventually got used to the fact that you weren’t around anymore and he had to carry on with his own life. its not to say he didn’t think of you at all; you were the muse of his dreams and he’d think about how you were sometimes and at times where he’s out, he’d something that reminds him of you. most of all, the jewelry you gifted him. he’d fidget with his ring and he’d think of you. ever since the night he told roger and bobby about you it feels like he’s back a year ago when you freshly left for california feeling incomplete without you, unbeknownst to when you’d retuen, wondering if you got his letter or if you wrote back to him.

your heart pounds in your chest as you walk with joyce towards the hall, her arm laced with yours. your heart races, full of emotion. memories of when you last saw don flooding your mind, you couldn’t wait to see him. you were nervous he wasn’t going to recognize you, it had been a year since you saw him and you weren’t sure if you look the same you did when you left, what if he didn’t feel the same way anymore after seeing you? what if he regrets waiting for you after a year of being apart? what if— as if she could sense your overwhelming nerves, joyce immediately assures you— insisting that don is gonna be elated to see you, especially after a big win. what worried you was the fact that you had sent him a letter, unveiling your news that you were coming up to washington. you were unsure if he’s received it yet and it drags your heart at the thought of him reading the letter and not caring; content with having a life of his own away from you. he would he awaiting your arrival wouldn’t he? looking for you. but there was no news up the grapevine about him from the passing hours as you got ready in joyce’s dorm but if you didn’t find out for yourself you’d never know. you can hear the music grow louder as you get closer, excitement bubbles as joyce squeals skipping towards the hall with you in tow, already feeling the warmth from the hall.

at the doorway is a tall blonde with his eyes fixed on your short haired friend, you look at her and see a faint flush on her cheeks. unlocking your arms she walks a few steps ahead greeting the man with a hug. standing a bit awkwardly before them as they speak, a mere moment later she turns around gesturing you over. from there you meet joe, the man she mentioned earlier during your first interaction. she introduces you fondly as a new friend, locking arms as she leans against you. she continues to tell joe how you’re visiting from california and she’s love to introduce you to the boys. joe has a hesitant look on his face, as much as he wasn’t opposed to the idea, he knew the boys would eat up a pretty face like yours without the slightest bit of hesitation. he wasn’t convinced from her persuasion but the look she gives him? how could he say no to her? heaving a small sigh, the blonde nods. further exchanging pleasantries as he tries to get to know you a bit better before gesturing for the two of you to walk inside, him following behind. you can't help but feel a mix of anticipation and nervousness as you walk into the bustling room, eyes instinctively scanning for don. your heart skips a beat when you finally spot him, sitting alone at a table. he looks even more handsome than you remember, you’ve never seen him in a suit before and he looks better than you could ever imagine. breath catching in your throat as you realize this is actually happening, the man you've missed so dearly, the one you've been yearning for since you moved to california. you’re so close to being in his arms again, in his presence again. before you can take in more of the lively atmosphere, joyce is dragging you to the refreshment table. you weren’t sure what she had in mind, she hadn’t told you anything beforehand and you were dying to know. she guiltily admits to you how unsure she is about her plan, though there wasn’t much to it in the first place. you immediately reassure her that whatever happens, you appreciate her effort, without her your surprise reunion with your lover could have gone completely differently.

don doesn’t know why or how but he feels as if you’re here, somewhere (his spidey senses are tingling) especially when joe had them gathered so closely, being sandwiched between roger and bobby as they all ask whats going on. joe casually relays that joyce had someone she wanted to introduce to them, making the advanced effort to note that the person is a girl. the group suddenly becomes boisterous and are quick to fix their suits and appearances. don has half the mind to entertain the thought the the person is you, though he thinks you would come straight to him if that were the case, so he makes himself comfortable sat down with his hands in his pockets awaiting their new guest- ready to watch what’s to come.

your heart flutters with nerves, as joyce tries are best to calm you down. there was only so much she could stall and soon joe approaches the two of you stating how impatient and restless the guys were, your mind is in a frenzy now trying to imagine how seeing him again will be, what you’ll say, how he’ll react. it overwhelmed you so, wringing hands and deep breaths as you gather yourself. it was now or never.

you pass through the throng of people, the atmosphere is charged with an electric energy, a complete contrast of the feelings that consumed you as joyce holds your hand comfortingly through the crows. joe walks ahead, gathering the boys as you approach them. trying your best to hide behind the small frame of joyce. for a moment don thinks he’s right, eyeing the girl standing behind joe’s girlfriend, as the boys stand ready to impressed. he also thinks he’s become delusional drowning in the thought of you— he can’t see the person well but with her frame peaking from joyce it makes him think its you, he tries to deny the thought in his head— trying to not physical head palm himself at such a stretch.

clearing her throat, joyce speaks “i made a friend from california and i just wanted to introduce her to the team that beat hers.” a small wave in her voice, seeingas don snaps his attention to her as she silently hopes she does this right. her words cause an immediate stir in the boys, ready to impress with their chests puffed. roger and bobby immediately share a look before looking down at their friend who’s now sat upright and at attention.

it can’t be…

you feel your hands tremor and a slight ring in your ears as your friend speaks but you can’t help the surge of adrenaline that runs through you knowing at any moment you will be face to face with your lover.

you feel a tug on your hand and soon enough you’re faced in front of your boyfriend among a sea of unfamiliar faces.

“this is y/n.”

before any of the boys can approach you, the sound of a chair screeching against the wood floor causes a pause through the group. turning their attention they see don stood up, eyes wide. all at once it feels as if time begins to slow, you’re stood before him looking beautiful as ever, like an angel sent from heaven. he feels like he’s dreaming— as if at any given moment he’ll be woken up from a painfully realistic dream. it isn’t until he feels a pat on his back, he breaks his gaze. looking over at roger who whispers a ‘lucky man’ with a giddy smile on his face. bobby and roger pass you last, having a small conversation with you telling you how you have a good eye for jewelry and realization on that you’re actually real, the locket on your neck further proving that. the group moves else where but close enough to see the lovers reunite.

his gaze is back on you, unbelieving the sight before him, you’re actually here— standing in front of you him with a wide smile on your face. you slowly walk towards him, meeting him until your inches apart. your hands comfortingly grasping his hands, thumb grazing his ring. you eyes take in his features that matured from the time you were away, he does the same drinking in the sight of you— guess his feeling wasn’t wrong. you were afraid he wouldn’t recognize you or look at you the same the same way he did before but the loving gaze is still strong through his iris’

"you're quiet. do i look bad?" trying to break the ice, words unsaid whilst you took in the sights of each other. you missed him more than you can recount, now that he’s in your hands again you cannot imagine being apart now.

"no. no, god, no.” shaking his head, gathering himself ”you left me speechless. in a good way, of course." (prompt from @novelbear) he would have never thought you could leave him speechless in a way you did now, looking breathtaking under the warm lighting of the hall, a soft laugh leaving you before giving his hands a gentle squeeze. your nerves dissipates into comfort as you look at him, a sudden wave of emotions coming over you. tears wake at your waterline and chin trembling as you look at your lover, your hand moving to his cheek caressing it gently— all your worries and doubts disappearing, grateful to whatever being upon the universe that brought you together again. don immediately noticing your change of emotion and he pulls you into a tight but comforting hug. the rest of the world fades away as you share that familiar embrace, the connection you once thought lost rekindling in an instant. your arms tightly around his neck, as his rest on your waist and a hand soothing at your back. he tries his best to hold back tears of his own as you softly sob into his blazer jumbled out “i missed yous” between hiccups and sniffles, he softly hushes you, comforting you the best way he can as he tries to keep it together but all at the same time reciprocating the same words to you like a soft lullaby letting your crying subside. you part from the crook of his neck, eyes puffy and tear stricken cheeks. staring down sheepishly at your sudden outburst. don takes it with open arms, grasping your face as he wipes the tears away and tucks fallen hairs from your face. so glad to have you back in his arms again.

“so, were you surprised?” you ask, straightening yourself up acting as if nothing happened— brushing your hair to your back as your hands go to fix his blazer, hand lovingly gracing his tie, evening the two pieces together. he looks at you with a crooked smile—

“surprised? honey you blew me away.” mimicking the way someone would be blown away from strong wind. his effort of making you laugh fruitful, as you giggle with hand coming to cover your mouth.

“but seriously, i’ve missed you so much. there wasn’t a day where i didn’t think of you, you’re the reason i tried out for the team..” his words coming out soft and sincere, standing close to you again. your heart swelled at his words, looking up at him with loving eyes. all while finding the words to describe how much you missed him.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you when i was in cal, adjusting to the school was difficult; i felt like it would’ve been so much easier if you were there with me… i struggled so much but eventually i fell into a routine that felt empty because you weren’t in it. that’s why i came up to visit you; i didn’t mean for it to be a surprise— i wrote to you about it but judging by your reaction you haven’t received it yet.” don processes your words, thinking how the week has been so busy that he hadn’t had the time to go to the mail room to check for any response from you. you can see in his eyes a shade of guilt swirling through them, comfortingly you run a hand over his chest. grounding him. “but regardless, surprise or not. i’m happy to be with you again and to see you win.” you gleam, now filled with pride, squeezing his bicep gently. don flushes at the thought of you watching him win, in such tight and little clothing as well. you tease him about how much fitter he’s gotten and how he must give you a personal lesson on rowing soon. cooing at his flushed cheeks with proud words of praise as he thinks of taking you on a boat ride before you leave, when you leave.

“how long are you staying?” his face falling a bit but you lighten up.

“well… if you read my letter you’d know i’m transferring here as of next semester.” you say proudly, biting at your lip as you await his reaction. you watch as he tilts his head, a breathless chuckle of disbelief leaving him. then suddenly he wraps his arms around you, twirling you in his grasp making you squeal in surprise. he puts you down before pressing his lips to yours before you can catch your breath, chaste and content but relayed feelings and emotions not expressed through words said.

“you’re not joking right?” praying this wasn’t just some sick joke you were playing to get a rouse out of him, you wouldn’t do that to him right? the moment you shake your head no as a massive smile graces your face, he swears he’s never been happier. nothing could damper his mood, not even the words you said next.

“i’m staying for 2 more weeks starting today before i leave back to cal. but we’ll only be apart for a few more months before the semester starts again.”

he was elated at the news, once again pulling you into a content embrace telling you a few months was nothing. it was only a few months, if he could get through a year he could get pass a few months.

well, he better make the most of the two weeks then.

the rest of the night plays in a high note as you and don join the rest of the group, them getting to know the lover don had been hiding from them. bobby and roger seemingly more interested in the stories you told of don before college, even the most embarrassing ones and eventually convincing him to play a song other than the washington fight song when the party had died down, instead playing the lighthearted tune of cheek to cheek ( the original version was released during the 1930s but feel free to reference the sinatra version :] ) with soft hums of singing along as he plays. he watches as his friends dance on the floor beneath him, ever so often looking at you— watching him from the height of the piano, eyes full of love with your chin resting in your hand. content as ever.

the other half of his heart came back to him and he couldn’t be happier.

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[hollowed-theory-hall]

Throwing out the Epilogue and Cursed Child, how would you imagine the ending of the series? Like, what comes next after Harry goes to bed after beating Voldemort?

Anonymous asked:

What changes you would like to see in the wizarding world after the war?

Anonymous asked:

If you could rewrite the epilogue of Harry Potter, how would you do it and what changes would you make?

Thank you for the asks, it gave me a reason to try and think more about what I actually want from a post-book 7 story since I usually prefer to diverge from canon before book 7. I already talked a bit about the epilogue here, but this is more of a list of things I would like to see instead of reasons I don't like the existing one. There are going to be a lot of headcanons here, so be ready for that. I don't have something super thought out in terms of how it'll happen or who will be involved in everything in the long run. But I have a few bullet points about the epilogue itself and further in the future for the HP characters.

Like, for the epilogue itself, as I wrote in the past, I'd make it only a few months in the future, not years. What I'd put there is:

Showing a bit of the Golden Trio's friendship, and the three being hopeful about the future.

They are back at Hogwarts for 8th year and offhandedly mention Harry tried to go straight to Auror training and regretted leaving Hogwarts behind so quickly.

Ron was with Harry in Auror training and when Harry told him he was dropping out, Ron dropped out too. Kingsly assures them they could both return and continue the training from the point they dropped out after 8th year (Ron would return, Harry wouldn't).

They all get to worry about a future they weren't sure they'd have.

It's mentioned Neville is helping out Sprout and Harry is helping out the changing roaster of DADA teachers (since McGonagall decided to not really sign one on permanently to avoid the curse until it could be broken).

Some sections of Hogwarts are still a little worse for wear or were rebuilt completely after the battle and it shows.

Society is a little different. I want to see a Hogwarts where houses don't matter as much. Actually, start building the unity the sorting hat sang about. Show Harry has a few Slytherins he's friendly with. Show a pure-blood Slytherin be at least polite to Hermione — show the seeds of change.

Harry and Hermione are both mentioned going to the ministry for various meetings, and we get a hope that the ministry could be changed from within. That the system that let Voldemort and the Death Eaters take over so easily could be helped.

The epilogue won't show the actual changes or politics, just imply they are happening/or will happen. Many of the ex-DA members are primed for key positions in the ministry which would help this change to happen. Still, it would be slow, but now that there is no war, they have time. Like, the epilogue would mention people like Susan Bones getting a good position in the DMLE or something.

They reference rebuilding Diagon Alley and many places that were destroyed along with setting up a war monument and a separate monument for muggleborns.

Basically, I just want to end on a note of hope, of seeing a reason to work towards a future Harry finally had, you know?

But, that note of hope needs to have a bitter taste to it. I'd mention how this year, almost all the students could see the Thestrals leading the carriages to Hogwarts, an entire generation who gazed upon death.

Like, I don't care that much who Harry marries and what he names his kids, so I don't really mind not seeing that and leaving that to each reader to imagine their own future for him. If I were to rewrite the epilogue, that's what I'd do, I'd keep it vague.

As for other things I have in mind for Harry's future after the books, well, I think I mentioned some of them in the post I linked but I'll note down a few:

Harry becomes DADA professor and eventual deputy headmaster for McGonagall and Professor Potter doesn't let an abused kid go unnoticed. He's going to do something about it, for all houses.

Ron does still become an Auror, and I see him getting really good and valued there. I want Ron to become head of the DMLE instead of Harry.

I like to imagine Hermione becoming an Unspeakable actually, I think she'd enjoy it more than politics. Like, as much as she cares, she isn't very politically savvy. She is going to use Harry's Potter Wizengamot seat and war hero status (+ her own war hero status) to help him and other ex-DA members push for more creature rights and changes in the Wizarding World though.

Neville becomes a Herbology Professor and head of Gryffindor, and he and Harry become closer friends when they work together at Hogwarts.

Harry also breaks the DADA curse, either by figuring it out (he's very intuitive about magic and he knows how Tom thinks, so he could figure it out) or the curse recognizes him and just ceases. Even if Harry isn't a Horcrux anymore, I think carrying Tom's soul for so long had a lasting effect, so he just might get a pass. And even if the curse doesn't break, honestly, if anyone knows how to survive a year at Hogwarts when something's out to kill you it's the Boy-Who-Lived. So the curse might break after it fails once because it's Harry James Potter, Master of Death extraordinaire, and exception to magic.

I think Luna continues editing the Quibbler with her father, as well, and after the war, it becomes a real competition for the Prophet. She still becomes a Magizoologist in my headcanon.

Harry would eventually become Hogwarts headmaster, I think, in my version of events. Obviously, this would be way later, but I really see it happening. I'm hoping in his time as headmaster he'll finally fire Binns and get an actual history teacher into this school.

As for shipping, in my ultimate vision, Harry and Theo get together either during 8th year or by meeting in the ministry, maybe in Wizengamot warlock conventions (since Theo's father was a Death Eater and is either dead or in Azkaban, it'll be Theo there). I believe Theo wasn't actually in Britain during book 7 and the war and that's how he got out of being a Death Eater. He wasn't mentioned among the Slytherins that were in Hogwarts, so it's possible. I disagree with everything Cursed Child did to my boy Theo Nott except him being an Unspeakable since I can see that happening. His and Hermione's work dynamic in the DOM could be really fun, I think and it might be how he and Harry start talking.

For everyone else, I'm honestly less picky. I'm fine with Ron and Hermione together at the end, but I'd also be fine if they won't be, so 🤷‍♀️

[kirkwall-tourism-department]

Dirty Chai Latte

Modern AU where Emmrich is an anthropology professor and Rook is a barista at his favorite coffee shop.

Thank you so much to @ziskandra for beta reading!

also shoutout to @emmg for solving the "what subject would Emmrich teach" question

An oppressive mist hung over the parking lot, waiting to be dispelled by the sun that was preparing to creep over the horizon. The only thing illuminating  the area were the flickering streetlights  hovering in the air, dim bulbs fighting a losing battle against the early morning haze. A thick blanket of leaves rested over the pavement, wet from rain the night before. Silence hung in the air thick as fog, making Rook feel like she was the only person in the world. The plaza was always empty this early in the morning, save for Rook and her prehistoric  CR-V. 

Locking the car door, she passed by the collection of shops that comprised the Crossroads Business Park: a calzone shop she was convinced was a money-laundering front; a computer repair shop so chock-full of spare parts you could barely see the floor; and her favorite, the liquor store. Reaching her own storefront, she grabbed the keys to the door from her carabiner. The door's advanced age made it maddeningly stubborn to unlock. She pulled the wooden slab towards her, pushing it up and then away, all while slowly turning the key in the lock. Once she satisfied its demands, the door groaned open, revealing the still sleeping shop. Shelves lined the walls, housing hundreds of pre-loved books.  Mismatched wooden chairs sat upside down on tables, arranged haphazardly before the serving counter at the far side of the room, which was plastered with posters for avant-garde art exhibitions and shows of local bands. 

She flicked on the neon light that hung in the window- The Lighthouse Cafe. It was the first step of her decade-long morning routine. Despite her nocturnal tendencies, Varric, the owner, had told her she was the only staff member he trusted to be able to handle the morning rush. Especially this time of year- school had started just a month before, the rapidly increasing difficulty curve of the classes now demanding students stay up later to handle the workload. Which meant hordes of demanding, caffeine-deprived college students who usually neglected to tip. She continued through the rote motions of her mornings, clicking on all the different lamps that dotted the floor and tables of the cafe. They filled the small shop with a warm glow, turning it into a refuge from the persistent gloom that haunted the town this time of year. 

Making her way to the back room, she turned on the roaster and threw in a fresh batch of coffee beans. Waking up the ovens, she began to warm up the various pastries  Davrin had made the night before, preparing them for the display case. If she could only smell one thing for the rest of her life, this would be it. The sweet smell of croissants in the oven, punctuated by the pleasant acidity of roasting beans was the perfect thing to start the morning. Walking back to the service counter, she began to pull a triple shot of espresso and foam some milk, an extra-strong latte being the only way she survived mornings this early. Pouring the fresh coffee into her favorite mug, she layered the milk overtop, forming a perfect heart design with a practiced hand. She leaned on the counter, nursing her drink, wishing she could be back in bed.

The bell over the door rang out, reminding her of the one upside to the morning shift. Professor Emmrich Volkarin, an anthropology professor at Northern Thedas University, was always her earliest customer. Emmrich had been a regular at the cafe for several years, and was by far her favorite. As they opened before dawn, it was rare for someone besides him to come into the shop before sunrise, meaning they usually spent at least an hour in the mornings alone together. 

“Good morning, Rook,” the professor greeted her, unspooling the scarf that had been wrapped around his neck. He was always sharply dressed, radiating an aura of refined dignity, and never had a single silver hair out of place, meaning he stuck out like a sore thumb in this dive of a cafe. She never totally understood why he came here, besides how early they opened. When she had asked him a few years ago, he’d simply said that he liked to support local businesses, especially ones that made such good coffee. That had never felt like the full story to her, though.

“No such thing,” she laughed, starting to make his order before he could ask for it. It was always the same thing- a dirty chai latte, served in a mug she had reserved solely for him. She had found it at Target a year or two ago, decorated with little cartoon skulls and gravestones. Fitting, given that his area of academic expertise was funerary traditions from around the world. It was surprising, given his warm demeanor, that he would spend his life focusing on such a depressing topic. She finished her work, handing him the drink. 

“Thank you, Rook.” He took the mug, giving her a warm smile. He handed her his card and, as always, deposited a significant tip in the jar next to the cash register. His generosity was one of the many things that made him number one in her customer ranking. Taking his drink, he walked to his usual spot in the corner closest to the cash register, moving the chair from on top of the table to the floor. He sat on it, bringing out a laptop from his bag and beginning his work in earnest. This was always how he spent his mornings- carefully sipping his drink, poring over a book or working on something for his classes. He wasn’t bothered when Rook hadn’t finished completely  preparing the store by the time their doors opened, and she didn’t mind the extra company as she concluded her routine.

She finished her final opening duties, flipping over the rest of the chairs to the ground, organizing food in the display case, and grinding the freshly roasted beans into a usable medium. As she worked, she allowed herself to steal the occasional glance at the professor. In the best way possible, he looked like he belonged in a black-and-white horror movie. By far, the most anachronistic part of his appearance was the neatly trimmed mustache that she had never seen on another living human being. Somehow, he made it work.

“What are you working on?” she asked, peering over his shoulder as she walked behind him towards the cash register.

“Grading papers- the first of the semester.” 

“What about?”

“My students simply had to choose a funerary practice not used within their own culture. Honestly, the true purpose of the assignment was to allow me to gauge their writing and research skills more than for their own edification. I hate to assign busy work, but it’s a necessary evil to learn where all my students are on their academic journey,” he sighed, staring at his computer screen with dread.

“You’re usually excited about new students. What’s going on?”

“Frustratingly, the administrators of the College of Humanities decided to add my global funeral traditions class to the list of courses that satisfy a general education requirement. Which means I have significantly more students, and very few who seem to actually care for the subject matter.” He rubbed his temples, clearly trying to hide the extent of his annoyance. It was obvious that he made a concerted effort to maintain his composed appearance. His eloquent manner of speech, his refined sense of style, his unwavering kindness all contributed to the image of a perfect gentleman.

“I’m sure once you show them how interesting it is, they’ll get more into it. I mean, I know I have,” she reassured him. Over their many years of friendship, she had learned a lot about funerals- arguably, a concerning amount. It had gotten her many weird looks at parties when someone said something that reminded her of some obscure, morbid trivia fact Emmrich had taught her.

“Rook, what I would give to have more students with your enthusiasm for learning, " he said, giving her a grateful look. Rook felt blush start to prick at her cheeks, wishing she reacted to praise from him in a normal way. As much as she hated it, she couldn’t stop herself from getting butterflies when he smiled at her, complimented her, or generally gave her any positive attention. She had never had a more out of her league crush in her entire life- but as hard as she tried, she hadn't been able to stamp out the flame she carried for him. Obviously, she knew nothing would ever come from it, but that didn’t stop her from trying to impress him. One morning, she had figured out how to make a skull design in the milk foam of his latte.  Davrin had been working that shift with her, and had mercilessly roasted her for pitiful attempts to flirt with a man who was thirty years her senior. It had begun a constant deluge of daddy issues jokes. Her response, that it was impossible for her to have daddy issues since she never even knew her dad, only made the teasing worse. Thankfully, it was rare that their shifts overlapped.

“I see you made a new addition to your gallery.” He pointed to her wrist, seemingly oblivious to the reaction his complement got from her. 

“Yeah!” Rook rolled up her sleeve, revealing the remainder of the tattoo that had been peeking out from underneath it. A griffon was perched on her forearm, its wings wrapping around the sides, the tips of the feathers reaching the sides of her wrist. It was nestled in a sea of other designs, ranging from a small blue dagger she had gotten as a Friday the 13th flash to the waterfall of coffee from a mug on her shoulder that spilled all the way to her elbow. “Left arm is officially finished.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what compelled you to get that design?” he questioned, regarding her arm with academic curiosity. 

“There was a storybook I loved as a kid about a griffon learning to leave the nest and fly. My mom read it to me all the time. I thought it would be cute and it was the perfect shape to fill in the last gap,” she explained, flattered by the genuine interest he showed in something as small as a tattoo she’d gotten. Admittedly, this was not the first time it had happened. He always pointed out when she got a new tattoo or haircut. She always assumed it was a side effect from the analytical eye he’d had to develop for his work as an anthropologist making him overly observant.

“Such an ancient practice. Comparing historical motivations to modern American attitudes towards them is quite fascinating. I recently had a colleague publish a paper on the tradition of Buddhist Sak Yant tattooing in Thailand- I’m sure you’d find it intriguing.”

“I feel like you overestimate my ability to understand stuff like that,” she joked, thinking back to how much she’d struggled to make it through the books she had been assigned back in high school English. As interesting as the topic was, she doubted she would be able to get anything from it.

“Quite the opposite, Rook. I think you underestimate yourself,” he responded, his tone serious. This happened every now and then- she would make an off-handed self-deprecating comment, and he would immediately refute her point, no matter how light-hearted it was intended to be. “I feel like  you would excel, given the proper support in an academic setting.”

The blush returned to her cheeks as she imagined what exactly “proper support” could mean. Going to office hours, somehow ending up laying on his desk, him on top of her, whispering things in her ear that would make her do more than blush, pressing his mouth against her neck, traveling down to…

The doorbell rang out again, snapping her out of her daydream. Neve stood in the entrance, calm appearance belying the tangle of anxiety and stress that always lay just beneath her icy exterior. Neve had been coming to the Lighthouse since she was a freshman, and Rook had watched her caffeine addiction get worse and worse every year. 

“Rook, I need a trainwreck.”

“Neve, you are a trainwreck.” 

When Neve had started her master’s program for journalism, Davrin had added a modified red eye- swapping normal coffee for cold brew- to the menu just for her. Neve walked to the closest table, and slammed her shockingly heavy backpack onto it. She unzipped it, and a waterfall of textbooks that absolutely could be used as murder weapons flooded out.

“My god, Neve, what are you working on?”

“What am I not working on?” she sighed, exasperation weighing heavy on her voice, slumping in the chair and putting her head in her hands. Neve was more than a student- she volunteered all over the city, ran the journalism club, and worked as a TA. She lifted her head up to look at Rook, and raised an eyebrow in question when she saw who Rook was sitting with. “Dr. Volkarin?”

“You know him?” Rook questioned, surprised at Neve’s recognition.

“I know of him. I just wrote an article about him winning the J.I. Staley award for the school paper,” Neve explained slowly, still processing her surprise at seeing two wildly different people sitting at the same table.

“When did you win an award? Why didn’t you tell me?” Rook whipped her head around, Emmrich meeting her surprise with an embarrassed smile. 

“About a month ago, and I can find much more interesting topics to discuss with you than my own achievements," Emmrich explained, before turning his attention to Neve.  “And I read your article- you’re a very skilled writer.”

“I… Thank you, Professor.”

“You’re not my student- you’re welcome to just call me Emmrich,” he said, before his attention was drawn away by a small ding from his laptop. “Ah, I’ve lost track of time. If you’ll excuse me, I must take my leave. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Rook.” He packed up his things and stood, waving goodbye to her as he ventured into the fresh dawn air. As soon as the door closed behind him, Neve snapped her head to Rook, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“Rook. Why do you have a vibe with one of the most successful professors at the school.”

“What?!” Rook gave a laugh of disbelief, staring at Neve like she just told Rook aliens were about to invade the city. She had never fallen under the scrutiny of Neve’s investigative eye before, and she was not a skilled enough liar to obscure the truth that she deeply, desperately wanted Neve’s accusation to be true. “What vibe?”

“Oh my god, the ‘see you tomorrow morning’ thing?”

“He’s just a friendly guy.”

“Rook, someone like him would not come to a coffee shop like this without a special reason to.”

“Have you considered that I’m good at my job and make great coffee?”

“He could get great coffee a million different places in the city- but this is the only place he can get you.”

“Neve, if I get you your coffee, will you drop this?”

“Maybe. No promises.”

Sliding Neve’s trainwreck to her and leaving her to her work, Rook walked back behind the cash register, making herself look busy cleaning espresso machines to avoid any further conversation with Neve. Her comments stayed at the forefront of her mind, making it impossible to actually get anything done. What if Neve was right? Had Emmrich been flirting with her this whole time, and she had misunderstood it as a kindness he extended towards everybody?  What if he was interested in her? What would a relationship between the two of them even look like?

As her thoughts started to get away from her, she dragged them kicking and screaming back into reality. Why would someone like him have any interest in someone like her? Emmrich was successful, handsome, and painfully kind. He wouldn’t have any interest in a broke barista with no direction in life.

Right?

[paperclipninja]

Writers Guild Presents: Still We Know Each Other So Well Chapter 10

Well it's been a minute between updates (sorry to anyone following along), but one is finally here! Fortunately there will be more regular updates over the next month or so too :)

Fic summary: Late last year, there was a comment on Tumblr that there are ponderings about what would happen if Aziraphale or Crowley's memory was wiped, but what if both their memories were wiped?

This is a story of that what if.

Rated: E Chapter summary: Turns out Aziraphale and Crowley seem to want the same thing.

Excerpt:

“Oh I do hope I haven’t offended anyone. You don’t think it will get back to Jamil that I’ve been sampling beverages elsewhere do you?”

Crowley glanced over at the man walking beside him, with his furrowed brow and hands clasped tightly in front of that lovely, soft belly, and reached across to take Aziraphale’s hand in his own.

“I guarantee that Jamil doesn’t care and prob’ly assumes you, like most of his customers, are not in some kind of exclusive relationship with The Rainbow Roasters.”

“But then the café owner also made that comment about—”

“Yes yes, I know, about you not crossing the road, but I think that’s just her. Bit of a grumpy bastard, bit like me really… takes one to know one, see?” Crowley tried on his best impression of a dastardly grin, but wasn’t fully satisfied at the meek smile he got in return.

“Oh hush, you know you are not half as awful as you claim,” Aziraphale replied, this time with a little more lightness in his tone.

“Oh, I really am, “ Crowley retorted. “I only make exceptions for gorgeous blondes who invite me out for drinks after catching my breakfast.”

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Eternal, ongoing and enormous thanks to my endlessly marvellous beta @harlotofupdog who makes the rambling thoughts make sense.

And to @goodomensafterdark of course ;)

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Thank you @liaromancewriter for this ask. Ethan x Kaycee, a kiss based on a place of insecurity. I know it was supposed to be under 1,000 words but, yeah... me. lol I hope you enjoy this

Book: Open Heart (Book 2 Timeline) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan) Rating: Teen Words: 2,300 Summary: A bright day turns stormy when Kaycee overhears an conversation that leaves her doubting herself. Can Ethan help her see the light? Or will the lights flicker out?

A/N: Participating in @choicesjunechallenge2024 - Didn't use one of the prompts, but this fic shows Kaycee bridging her understanding of their relationship, and a new place for the two of them. (It kind of fits lol)

Kaycee clutched a brown paper bag in her hand as she navigated Edenbrook’s packed halls. Normally, shift changes were her least favorite time of day. She may be a city-dweller at heart, but she was a firm believer that crowds belonged outdoors, far away from confined spaces. But today, the beguiling smile on the resident's face as she pushed her way through the throngs of visitors and staff alike told another story. Today, the crowd was providing her with a perfect cover. Today, it was her friend.

She and Ethan were official for three months, and both of them were exuding that energy and glow that only new love delivered. For Kaycee, the difference wasn’t very noticeable; typically jovial and full-of-life, only those closest to her noticed her extra rosy glow or the way her smile shined just a bit brighter.

The same couldn’t be said for Ethan, and the changes in him had the hospital rivited. Recently, there were reports of him greeting passers-by with a nod and a smile. As far as anyone could tell, he hadn’t made an intern cry in weeks. There was even a vicious rumor that he was spotted whistling down the hall after the end of a double shift. The man appeared to be... happy, and everyone clamored to understand why.

He hadn’t suffered a head injury, and if the staff’s favorite gossip, Naveen, was privy to the reason, he was keeping it to himself. The rumor mill, desperate to uncover the cause of the transformation, watched Ethan closer than TMZ tracked Taylor Swift. Ethan and Kaycee found it amusing, laughing about it when they were safely absconded in his condo, or nuzzled together under the sheets of Kaycee's bed. But amusement aside, it presented a challenge for the couple who hoped to keep the nature of their relationship under wraps at Edenbrook... at least for now.

But Kaycee hadn’t seen him for two days, the longest amount of time they’d spent apart since professing their love for each other. The texts and calls they shared over the 48-hour period were nice but not nearly enough. She was desperate to see him before he left work for the day, and the chaotic halls provided her with the perfect cover.

Most of the staff was too busy to notice her slip into his private office, and if they had, the Derry’s Roasters bag in her hand would be her excuse. After all, a resident picking up Ethan's breakfast order on the way to work wasn't out of the ordinary. With a quick scan of the area and a smile on her face, Kaycee opened his office door. Mission accomplished!

Alas, it couldn’t be that smooth. She stood at the entrance of his L-shaped suite, still undetected, when melodic laughter wafted through the air, stopping her in her tracks. What happened next, left her heart racing.

“Oh, Ethan Jonah Ramsey,” a sultry voice belted out. “You have not changed one bit!”

“Really?” he replied, Kaycee couldn't miss the smile in his voice. “Some would see that as a negative. If I am the same as I was a decade ago, that indicates zero growth.”

“Stop,” the silky voice continued. “You’ve grown plenty! It’s an attribute that you’ve managed to keep your sense of humor... and that gorgeous smile. There's no shame in that!"

A brief silence hung in the room then sound of shuffling papers was met with Ethan loudly clearing his throat.

“Well... I appreciate you stopping by today. I’ll look over the proposal in more detail and have my assistant follow up with you, but I’m afraid I do have a meeting in five....”

Chairs sliding over the tiled floor let Kaycee know she had to leave. Rushing out the door in a flash, she took refuge in the nurses’ station just outside Ethan’s office. Tossing her bag under the counter, she buried her face in a file to remain unseen.

Ethan exchanged goodbyes with not one but two women, just yards away, but the loud hum of conversations and announcements over the PA system left his words unintelligible. But one thing was obvious... he sure looked happy.

“Dr. MacClennan,” Nurse Sarah called out, and Kaycee quickly turned her way. “Dr. Tanka was looking for you.”

By the time Sarah finished relaying his message, Ethan was gone, but the two women had set up a temporary spot nearby. Perched over a laptop on the nurses’ station counter, Kaycee had a bird’s eye view to observe.

The younger of the two was around her age. With her curly hair, rounded face, and a flowing floral dress, she looked like a modern-day cherub. Her laugh suited her but also made it plain that she wasn’t the one who had been talking to Ethan.

When the other woman looked up from her laptop, Kaycee let out a gasp. She was exquisite. Thick, shiny, jet-black hair just begging to be touched flowed down to the small of her back, and her crystal blue eyes were dazzling, looking as if they could pierce anything in their path. Kaycee had no idea who the designer of her red power suit was, but the color perfectly matched the soles of her stiletto heels. Yes, Christian Louboutin looked amazing on her, andas Kaycee gazed at her own washed-out scrubs and unconsciously tucked her messy bun back in place, she wondered, had Amal Clooney moved to Boston and become a pharmaceutical exec?

Kaycee felt ashamed. Usually the picture of self-confidence, she felt herself unraveling. Something about this stranger’s beauty, effortless elegance, and charisma tugged at every insecurity she thought she had buried long ago.

“How do you know him?” The younger woman asked.

“Ethan?”

Kaycee seethed at the way his name rolled off her tongue. Ethan. Not Dr. Ramsey; the utter familiarity struck her sharper than a sword.

“We’ve known each other for a long time,” she continued.

“So you’ve worked together before?”

The vision tapped a perfectly manicured nail on the counter as she appeared to gauge how much she should divulge. With her lips curling into a smug smile, she turned to her colleague with a bravado Kaycee hoped to one day possess.

“Worked... Yes. We worked together... amongst other things.”

“Ooooh! You and Dr. Ramsey!” The younger woman gasped as Kaycee's stomach churned.

“It was a long time ago,” the woman waved. “We were both relatively new to Boston at the time. But let's say it was memorable.”

“How did you date him and let him go? If I had a chance with a man like that, I would have locked him down!”

“Well,” the raven-haired beauty laughed. “We were quite young back then. I barely wanted a commitment, but Ethan? A prison sentence may have been more appealing. Of course... that was a decade ago, and if magic can strike twice, I promise there will be a different outcome this time."

Kaycee was frozen still, terrified someone might have heard how hard she swallowed or seen the abject fear in her eyes.

“It seemed like he enjoyed seeing you," the young woman smiled. "Maybe you’ll get that second chance after all."

Kaycee welcomed the sounds their high heels walking down the hallway, still, she couldn’t pry her eyes away. She was so engrossed that she hadn’t heard her name being called... several times.

“Dr. MacClennan!” Harper barked. “Is there something important that I’m keeping you from?”

Kaycee swung around in horror. “Oh, no! No, Dr. Emery. I’m so sorry, I was just... uh...I was lost in my thoughts. What can I do for you?”

She liked Harper... admired her... but Harper was the last person she wanted to see right now. Her self-confidence already teetering, here was another reminder of who Ethan had before her. Another brilliant, beautiful and poised woman who had already earned the respect of her peers. She was everything Kaycee hoped to be when she grew up, and as their conversation wrapped up, she couldn’t remember the last time she felt this small.

Grabbing the bag from Derry’s from under the counter, Kaycee retreated to the empty diagnostic office. Pulling the muffin out, she began stuffing it into her mouth. Sorry Ethan, she thought, but I need this more than you.

After downing half of the carb-laden treat, she reclined on the sofa and shut her eyes. This mystery woman, Harper... they were both so much more than she was. All Kaycee could hear was the words of an acquaintance from long ago:

“Don’t date out of your league. When you do, you'll just spend your time worrying about how long before you’re replaced.”

The thing was, Kaycee never agreed with that sentiment, and even more, she never believed Ethan was out of her league. He didn’t treat her that way, and whenever they were together, with the aura of the magic they shared surrounding them, the thought never once crossed her mind. So why was she giving a complete stranger so much power?

She sat up in the darkened room and rested her weary head on her hands. Her shift officially started in just over ten minutes, and it was time to get herself together. She let out a groan as she tried to shake off the dark cloud that had enveloped her, just as the light switch flipped on and a worried Ethan looked her way.

“Kaycee? What’s going on? Are you hurt?”

Escape had been just a moment a way; now, she looked up at her love hoping he didn't notice the embarrassment in her eyes.

“I'm not hurt," she replied. "Not unless you count my ego."

“I’m sorry?"

Thinking of the best way to approach this, she handed him the slobbered-over, half-eaten muffin to stall for time.

“This was for you....” she snickered as Ethan held the object at arms length.

“Uh... thank you?”

“I shouldn’t have eaten it...”

“Kaycee,” he said, placing the offending muffin back on the table where it belonged. “What’s going on. What’s wrong?”

She took Ethan’s hand and leaned back on the sofa with a sigh and instructed her boyfriend to make himself comfortable. She relayed the details of her morning adventures: how she hoped to surprise him and spend a little time together before her shift began, but she stumbled upon him and Amal Clooney.

“I’m sorry, who?”

“The inncredibly hot pharma rep that was in your office,” Kaycee clarified.

“Angelique?”

“Angelique. Great,” Kaycee muttered. “ Sexy name. I feel like I should dislike her even more now.”

She told him the rest of the story and how she was ashamed of herself for becoming so worried, but she felt helpless once it began to consume her. Ethan placed a hand lovingly on her knee.

“Kaycee, if I wanted to be with Angelique, or Harper for that matter, I would be. But I don’t want them. I don’t want anyone except for you.”

“I know that,” she whispered. “And you’ve done nothing to make me think otherwise; but, sometimes, when I’m alone or when I’m confronted with two perfect exes within a ten-minute span, I feel like every insecurity I’ve had in my life awakens, and those voices tell me I’ll never be enough.”

Ethan scooted closer to Kaycee and as he wrapped a loving arm around her shoulder, she felt the tiny bits of self-doubt that were remaining begin to melt away; and when he kissed her forehead, they were tone.

“Kaycee, I wish I could help you with this, but unless I’m doing something to make you feel insecure...”

“You’re not!” She interuppted.

“Well, then, all I can do is reassure you. You’ll have to work on the underlying causes on your own, but I promise you, with all my heart....you have nothing to worry about. In fact, sometimes I wonder if I'm good enough for you."

“Seriously?” She asked with a look of disbelief. “You don't think you're good enough for me?”

“Uh, do you see how other people look at you? Do you even realize how much you have to offer? There are many times when I’ve wondered why you wasted so much time waiting on this old man to come to his senses... but in case I haven’t told you lately, I’m so glad that you did.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, running her hand along his cheek. “You are pretty lucky.”

“You better believe I am.”

Ethan brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, then placed a gentle buss on her lips. Their eyes met with a loving gaze, and he gave her another, then one more as her head tilted to the side and their lips came together so comfortably, there was no doubt they were meant to be.

Kaycee parted her lips and allowed his tongue to intertwine with hers. A rhapsody emotion washing over her as the tenderness grew more passionate, burning with a fire that defined all they had come to mean to each other.

Ethan reluctantly broke away with a smile. "Feeling better?"

“I sure am,” she beamed.

Ethan looked at his watch, then back to Kaycee with a seductive grin. “If I have your schedule down, you have ten minutes before your shift begins.”

“That’s right,” Kaycee smiled. “And how would you like to spend that time?"

"Isn't it obvious? Making out like we're between classes in high school. Are you in?"

"You better belive it," Kaycee laughed, pulling him into to another kiss.

When Kaycee walked out of the team's office ten minutes later, there was a smile on her swollen red lips and she didn't care about her disheveled scrubs. Amal Clooney had nothing on her. After all, she had Ethan Ramsey, and he had her, and they knew that was the only place they wanted to be.

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Tagging others seperately.

[cultofdixon]

The differences in power

Negan Smith • She/Her Pronouns • The little lady is the one with all the power and when the group found out, maybe that will be their window • ANGST/SFW • TW: Major character death(s) / Canon Violence / Anxiety / Injuries • Re-Writing Canon

Requested by: Anon

“Listen here Dwight. You don’t do what I fucking say and I promise yea I will bash her fucking skull in with my—-“ Negan stopped his threat and dropped Dwight back onto his feet as he anxious stated to step back. “Y/N. What are you doing here?”

“Oh me?” Y/N smiles making herself known in the hall they were in, as she gave Dwight a glare resulting in him running off.

“See now how am I supposed to beat him into submission if you are always around”

“Do you not want me around? I could go…” Y/N pouts turning around to walk off but Negan quickly took her hand spinning her back resulting in that devilish smirk of hers. “What, baby?”

“You…God, you” Negan folds and couldn’t be mad at his woman for interrupting the heated conversation earlier as he brought his lips against hers.

When news about the outpost came through the Sanctuary, Laura quickly went to the big man’s room knowing she would find Y/N there as she gave her a confused look until her shoulders slumped giving her an idea of what she wanted.

“Do you have any fucking idea how many good soldiers I lost because we didn’t put down that son of a bitch from the Hilltop?! AND YOURE TELLING ME THE RAT BASTARD GREGORY SURVIVED HIS PUNISHMENT” Negan snaps in Simon’s face as he kept his cool on the matter even if what happened wasn’t his fault. The big man had to yell at somebody. “Get that one bitch in here that informed—-“

“She’s dead sir. We don’t have intel on who exactly she came in contact with. But from what we do know…with what Gregory told, it’s exactly who you’re thinking of”

“Simon. I swear to FUCKING GOD. If you don’t get me definite results on these fuckers. I will hang you on the fence out—“ Negan pulled away from being in Simon’s face when he spotted Y/N peak her head through the door with a soft knock.

“Sorry if you’re busy with your boyfriend I can—-“

“You better get that sweet ass of yours over here, darling.” Negan smirks pushing Simon aside as Y/N brought herself up to her man wrapping her arms around his neck.

As Simon slipped away from the two to meet Laura in the hallway, he gave her a thankful expression.

“Load up the car. Gotta check in with a few hidden eyes”

“Think Negan will find out?”

“Hell no, his woman will keep him busy. Besides, we’ll look good with the information we’ll receive” Simon smirks heading off as Laura rolled her eyes before following the man.

A couple days passed and Y/N found herself waiting in the loading docks of the Sanctuary after being told by one of Negan’s men he expects her there. She thought that was a little confusing but when she saw cars pulling up, her spirits lifted like usual knowing Negan has come home.

But it was hectic.

“Get the prisoner in the goddamn cell. Simon, you gotta keep your eyes on Hilltop. I ain’t fucking letting that community get the better of me with this new one in our roaster. And I swear to fucking god if Alexandria pulls something in two weeks I’m killing—-“ Negan stops himself when he stopped abruptly in front of Y/N. “Hey baby” he instantly shifts his mood, leaning down to kiss her cheek as the confusion writes itself on her face.

The sound of the men struggling to contain the prisoner caught Y/N’s attention as she let Negan continue to kiss her cheek down to her shoulder while her eyes glued on the scene.

Then there was this anxious realization when Y/N locked eyes with the man they were dragging in. Hell, he even tried to stop to get a good look at her.

“What is it, baby?”

“Nothing, baby. Just thinking”

“Now that can be dangerous” Negan laughs lightly, bringing his lips to hers as she hums against his lips keeping her arms around him when they parted.

Once night consumes the day, Y/N made her way down the hall in her pajamas as she surprisingly slipped out of her and Negan’s room without him stirring. She knew where everything was in the Sanctuary she’s been there long enough.

Dwight caught a glimpse of her in the corner of his eye when he was watching the prisoner from the other side of the closed door.

“What are you doing awake?”

“Couldn’t sleep. Is that the prisoner in there?”

“Yup. To make it more difficult for Alexandria to want to attack us” Dwight rolls his eyes bringing his attention back to the book in hand. “Don’t report me to big man but I really don’t know how you could even love him for what he does”

“I…I don’t exactly know what he does” Y/N frowns crossing her arms leaning against the wall Dwight was propped up against. His full attention on her. “I guess it’s blind ignorance. But I also didn’t fall in love with him for what he does as a leader”

Dwight couldn’t get mad at that, but for some small reason…he’s worried for her. Worried of her finding out.

Even with the small incidents she has seen.

“Dwight. Is your prisoner’s name Daryl?”

“What? You hear that in passing or something?”

The silence she gave only brought more confusion to Dwight with a bit of curiosity. Y/N shrugs it off and leaves the man to continue his watch of a closed, locked door.

________

“She hasn’t turned up”

“We can’t wait here forever, son. Unless we want the walkers to find us” Hershel informed Daryl as he kept his attention glued to the darkness of the forest waiting for someone to turn up.

“Daryl. We gotta go. Find somewhere for the night” Rick grabbed his shoulder only for him to dramatically yank his body away from him. “She’s gone for all we know. There’s nothin’ we can do”

Daryl held on for a little while longer until Carol pulled him away from the banks of the freeway.

Meanwhile an injured Y/N had collapsed in the woods after hours of walking endlessly in the wrong direction. She thought it was the end for her as she laid in the dirt letting the weakness take over.

Then she was suddenly lifted from the ground who knows how much later since the collapse. She felt safe enough to lean into the unknown man.

“I’ve gotcha darling”

________

Y/N found herself appearing in that hallway every other hour of the next couple days and it draws some suspicion from Dwight that he even brought it up to Negan.

“Are you implying my girl is a mole?” Negan questions with a threatening undertone in his voice as he inches closer to the shorter man pinning him against the nearest wall.

“N-Negan I’m just. Making assumptions here” Dwight laughs nervously. “Don’t listen to me”

“Are you sure? You’re assumin’ my girl knows the people in this little community that I plan to fucking destroy—-“

“Babe” Y/N interprets watching Negan scramble a bit letting go of Dwight as he gave her a terrified look. Resulting in her giving him a “beat it” expression which he did instantly while her man stayed. “What were you doing?”

“Dwight got it in his head that you might be a mole for this new community…but he also hasn’t been a Savior as long as you have”

“You know he’s wrong right?”

“I do. I’ll always believe you over anybody else…” He trailed and that drew her to cross her arms expressing annoyance. “But…I have to ask darling”

“What?”

“Do you know…who Rick Grimes is?”

Are you going to hurt me like you hurt them if I said yes? Y/N thought as she gave a soft nod watching his shoulders tense with the new information but when he instantly cracked to watching her cower. Made him feel like a monster.

Funny…isn’t it?

“…I would never hurt you”

“I…I know…” Y/N frowns still avoiding his gaze. “Negan, you have to tell me what you do to these people…I need to hear it from you and not from the violence hungry soldiers or the innocent”

What she did know, was the reason to want control. The loss of his wife Lucille. She understood why he couldn’t trust anyone. She knew about the killing…just not to the extent that it was. What he does to these people psychologically was…heartbreaking.

He learned who she knew before he found her. She had a group back in Atlanta…that held up in a quarry. Her best friend was the one they took hostage and the one who saved her from the city was the man he killed.

They left her, is what Negan would think for Y/N to side with his actions. But she doesn’t. She has her own anger towards the things that have happened to her…but she would never kill a man to make things right.

“It’s okay to hate me after learning about everything”

Y/N remained silent as the two were now sat on their bed in their shared room.

“I won’t give you anything to cause more harm”

“I know”

“I hate you for killing people…innocent or not”

“I know…”

“But I hate myself for loving you and only wanting to stay in the moment from when you saved me” Y/N felt the tears roll off her cheeks as he tried to wipe away her tears but she retracted at first before suddenly bringing herself into his arms latching onto him.

The top Savior, the boss, the man fears by many…fell apart in her embrace holding onto her for dear life as if she’d disappear if he let go.

When the morning came, Negan sat alone in the conference room having arrived before everybody else he asked to join him on this trip to Alexandria a couple days before the deadline. To his surprise, Y/N entered the room dressed for a run as she gave him a stern look.

“They will recognize you”

“I know”

“…I don’t…I can’t have you getting hurt”

“I won’t…if I do, I know what you would do”

“I won’t punish with you present”

“I wish you didn’t at all.” And with that she left to check on those preparing the vehicles.

When the debrief ended and everyone was loading into the vehicles…Negan approached his waiting for Y/N to join him as she watched Dwight drag Daryl into the truck.

“Darling?”

“He won’t give you anything.”

“What?”

“He won’t give you what you want. Daryl is stubborn. He won’t…he doesn’t turn his back on his people” Y/N felt the old sting she felt that night, Negan didn’t even have to say what he wanted to know that she’s feeling all she felt that night. “Abusing him won’t give you anything unless you brought the dead back to life”

Negan bites his lip anxiously before stopping Dwight from shutting the doors to the truck and giving Y/N a look. She instantly took that chance to climb in with the hunter as Dwight gave the boss man a concerned expression but his immediately went dark.

“Don’t ask questions unless you want to meet your maker, Dwight.” He snapped, walking away from the truck to get into his car to lead the group.

The second the doors shut, Y/N sat close to the door while Daryl hugged the wall by the drivers.

He’s dead. Has to be.

This is a goddamn ghost in front of him.

“You ain’t real”

Y/N didn’t say anything and watched the man she knew to have a hard exterior just fall apart.

“You ain’t real. You died. You died that night at the barn fire. You never turned up. You ain’t real!” Daryl shouted at her but she kept a level head while the driver groans in annoyance.

“You didn’t look for me. None of you did”

“Please—-If this is some sick joke!” Daryl snapped once more, this time when they halted Y/N punched the man in the arm.

“ITS REAL” Y/N snapped back. “I never died. You never looked for me. You all left me behind”

“And now what? You’re a Savior. One of the enemy? I’ve seen yea. Didn’t believe it. Caught glimpses enough to just think you’re not real. But every time I saw you, you were with him.” Daryl frowns avoiding her eyes when he scoffs along with the next part. “What, the dick game that good?”

“If you’re going to piss me off, I’m not going to help you” Y/N whispered in anger as the last part confused Daryl.

“What? Now?!”

“No, I just need you to listen carefully”

With hesitation, he did. Before more could be discussed, they were at Alexandria and everyone unloaded. Y/N stuck in the back out of Negan’s way but when the Saviors separated to raid the community…that’s when she locked eyes with an old familiar pair.

“What’s gotten into you, Mr. Grimes?” Negan smirks turning around and his expression fell watching Y/N get closer to make sure she’s not seeing a ghost.

But Rick was. He was rethinking who died at the lineup, maybe he died and this was his hell.

Being faced with who he left behind

“What are you taking from them?” Y/N questions Negan while keeping eye contact with the deer in headlights.

“Everything. 90% of everything”

“No”

A few Saviors turned their heads toward Negan for an immediate lash out. None of them seeing how whipped the man is before until then…

“What would you suggest then?”

Y/N, being the person she’s always been, wouldn’t let them suffer because of past actions. She told Negan to let them keep their beds and 75% of their pantry goods. She knows he would argue about the weaponry, she’s heard how he was in other communities. So targeting stuff he wouldn’t like to argue with her about, he will do for her instantly.

As Negan went to check on what they were taking back to the Sanctuary, Rick took note on the power Y/N has over the man that killed their family. But he couldn’t help himself the second he was alone with her.

“He killed Glenn at the lineup” Rick blurted out watching her tense. “You’re with a man that killed your best friend and you’re okay with that? You know what you could do to stop hi—-“

“The fuck are you telling her?” The Savior Arat got up in Rick’s face when he was only telling Y/N.

“The truth of what you monsters have done” Rick stated pushing her back and before Arat could get up and personal again, Y/N stepped in between them.

“Don’t.”

“Or what? You’ll have Negan kill me?” Arat hissed, not liking the fact that Y/N stood her ground. “He’d do anything you ask of him princess. We are here to show who’s boss…and that’s not you”

“You lay a finger on anybody and I’ll rip it off”

That only brought a smirk out of Arat as she pulls herself away to continue the job. Y/N turned to Rick giving him a saddened look but there was something else about it that intrigued him.

“Y/N—-“

“Keep your head down Rick Grimes. Or others will be watching it roll” Y/N frowns stepping away and toward Negan’s car to stay in for the remainder of the visit.

The drive back was quiet and more than Arat was made about Y/N’s decision. They still took from the community, Y/N knew she couldn’t completely skew his decision into not taking anything. She needed to be not so suspicious. But that didn’t matter.

Y/N stood outside the conference room eavesdropping on Negan yelling at several saviors that have told Y/N what he has done to the communities. If they had kept their mouths shut and to themselves, nothing would’ve reached her ears.

She pushed the door open to listen to the once yelling man, stop and turn into a softness only she heard and those who witnessed his change around her.

“Let’s go, tomorrow will be different” Simon assures Negan as he walks past Y/N with the others following after him.

Negan waited for her to approach him at the table bringing herself to slot between his legs as he was sat on the table. Y/N rests her hands on his thighs feeling his forehead rest against hers.

“I’m sorry for yellin’”

“Why are you apologizing? It wasn’t—-“

“I know you were eavesdropping, darling. I was mad about the stunt you pulled…hell I’m more mad at myself for letting you”

“Negan…”

“Yikes…First name. Guess I’m in the dog ho—-“

“Would you hurt me if I went against your rule here?”

The man instantly pulled away and carefully took a hold of her face with both his hands as his expression fell.

“I would never hurt you. My empire could fall because of you and I’d never lay a finger” Negan frowns, wanting to know what’s going on inside that beautiful mind of hers that is hidden behind the sad look on her external features. “I love you, Y/N. Don’t ever think that I’d hurt you ever”

Y/N didn’t say those three words back as all she did was bring her lips against his. Enjoying the peacefulness it brought, for it might be the last…

“Let’s go to bed, love”

“Mm…okay, darling”

As the night progressed, Y/N managed to slip out of his grasp leaving their room but not before grabbing his keys.

She managed to get to the prison cells without being noticed as all she needed to do was get Dwight away from the cell in mind. It would’ve only been difficult if Y/N didn’t know Sherry. She helped her distract her partner in order to get to Daryl’s cell.

But yet another obstacle stepped in her way.

“What do you think you’re doing”

“Get out of my way Arat”

“Or what?”

Y/N stared her down and went to walk passed, she didn’t get far until Arat grabbed a fist full of her hair to pull her back. Little did she know that Y/N’s instinct was to grab her arm and throw her body over her person. With the right formation, it’s down without struggle. The self defense classes from before the world ended still came in handy.

The thud of Arat hitting the concrete was only going to alert people so Y/N went fast with unlocking the door to Daryl’s cell and dragging him out of the facility.

Daryl didn’t have to get far to know Y/N hesitated. He turned toward her, being tossed a set of keys for one of the bikes.

“Come with me”

“I can’t.”

“Y/N…he’s a monster. He’s killed—-“

“I know—-“

“And you’re okay with that?” Daryl frowns wanting to know why she’s doing this. Why she’s hesitating and staying with a man that’s hurt many…”Y/N. Please. You can help us take—-“

“And I will. But not in the way you all want…you want him dead. I want him alive. For before this whole empire…he was just Negan Smith. Not a scary savior that takes so much from others because the world took everything from him.” Y/N frowns knowing Daryl wouldn’t get it, she doesn’t give him much credit. “I will help you take him down…take the Saviors down…but you won’t see either of us at the end of it”

“Y/N…”

“Go, Daryl. Before they realize what I’ve done”

“…I waited for you. I waited for you at the highway that night” Daryl frowns feeling the tears burn and threaten to fall. “Rick made us leave…I didn’t want to”

“Daryl…go back to your family before this was all for nothing”

The hesitation ached at him as he kept looking back every step of getting out of there. Daryl wanted to scream at her and take her but she’s always been a smart person…so he left for the Hilltop. Knowing Alexandria would be their first target for his disappearance.

As Y/N quietly made it back inside, she noticed their bedroom door open and the light on. She peered inside finding an annoyed Arat and Simon talking to Negan who instantly dismissed them. Arat of course purposely bumping into Y/N on the way out as Simon gave her a more sympathetic look.

Once it was the two of them and the door shut, Negan instantly pulled Y/N into his embrace asking her in whispers if she was okay. If she was hurt in any way. The confusion struck her as she brought her arms around him resting her head against his chest.

“Negan…”

Negan held her tightly feeling her shift to bring her gaze to look up when he parted enough to look her in the eye.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?”

“Yes…” Y/N frowns bringing her hands to rest on his face, her thumbs gently wiping away his tears. “But, Negan…you can come with me…leave it all behind.”

“But I—“

“You don’t have to decide now. You will know where to find me”

“Y/N…”

Please…

[cariantha]

In a Mood

Book: Open Heart, Book 3 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Sawyer Brooks) Rating: General Warning: Mention of pregnancy Category: Grumpy/Sunshine; Angst Word count: 1.3K Prompt: From @kyra75, “Sunshine is humming and singing constantly, while grumpy at best just tolerates it quietly.” A/N: This is a prequel to their proposal fic.💍Hope you don’t mind, Kyra, but I reversed the grumpy/sunshine roles.🤭

Ethan stepped out of the high-end jewelry store, twirling his keys around his finger and sporting an uncontrollable grin. He whistled a happy, upbeat tune as he walked down the block to where he had parallel parked. Settling into the leather seat of his Jaguar, he started the ignition and cranked up the stereo. Safely merged into traffic, his fingers drummed to the classic rock beat as he sang along. “l said, are you gonna be my girl… 🎵🎶🎵… I say you look so fine that I really wanna make you mine… 🎵🎶🎵”

Sawyer woke on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe because it wasn’t the comfy bed she became accustomed to. She’d been sleeping in Ethan’s for the better part of the past year but stayed at her apartment last night to start packing. Her lease ended in a couple of months, and despite Ethan’s offers to pay the penalty for breaking the lease early to encourage her to move in with him, Sawyer insisted on keeping her room until after her board exams. The six-foot-four, blue-eyed sex machine was too great a distraction when she needed to hunker down and study. 

Shuffling down the hall and into the kitchen, she found Sienna balancing a mixing bowl on her hip while she swayed back and forth, singing a Taylor Swift hit. When Sienna noticed her, she shoved a batter-coated spoon into Sawyer's face, suggesting she take over lead vocals, but Sawyer shook her head and grumbled. “Sorry, Sienna. I’m not awake enough for the Eras tour.”

The day continued in the same irritable fashion. She was fifteen seconds late catching the T. While she waited for the next one to arrive, a street musician embarrassingly circled and serenaded her with “The Lady in Red,” making her wish she had picked a different color jacket this morning.

Later, she watched from the gallery as Bryce led his first heart-lung transplant. He bobbed his head and lip-synced to a mix of 90’s alternative rock playing through the operating room’s speaker system. The intro to “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence began to play. 

“Ohhh yeah,” Bryce hyped and looked to the gallery. “Brooks! It’s our song. Sing with me!” 

Not one to usually shy away from some lighthearted fun, Sawyer just couldn’t get past her funk this morning. “I’m good, buddy.” 

After a couple more headbangers, Sawyer wished him luck on the rest of the procedure and went back to work. 

That afternoon, Ethan suggested a walk to Derry’s Roasters. On the way, he began to whistle a chirpy tune. It was familiar, probably a melody from one of the arias from the opera they attended a few nights ago. “Ugh, not you, too,” she muttered. Ethan wasn’t usually a whistling and humming guy, but something was definitely in the air today, and she seemed to be allergic to whatever it was. 

“Did you say something?” Ethan asked. 

“It was nothing.” 

The annoying merriment continued into the evening hours. Music sounded from the Bluetooth speaker in the kitchen as her man prepared dinner. It wasn’t loud, but he sang along with the lyrics. Ethan Ramsey was singing! It should have brought a huge smile to her face and forced her into a fit of laughter, but for reasons she could not explain, it grated on her. 

She fake-smiled her way through dinner, not wanting to project her foul mood on her disgustingly happy boyfriend. When Ethan hopped in the shower and started humming another melody, Sawyer grabbed her phone and headed to the balcony. She texted her best friend, hoping Christian would allow her to vent.  

A couple of days had passed since her text exchange with Christian. Saywer’s moodiness was at an all-time high, though she tried to curb it, especially around Ethan. He had been so sweet the past several days and had done nothing to deserve her bite. 

Hoping a jog would burn off some of the negative energy, Sawyer headed to the waterfront. As she ran along the boardwalk, she made a mental note to shop for a new sports bra because this one felt like it was lacking support. With every pound of the pavement, her breasts ached. Midway through her route, she had to stop for a breather, her body heavy with an unusual fatigue. 

When another female jogger pushing a stroller passed and politely waved, a potentially life-altering thought occurred to her. One that detoured her to the pharmacy on the way back to Ethan’s apartment. 

Sawyer heard his happy tune when he entered the apartment later that evening. Finding her in the kitchen prepping dinner, Ethan greeted her with a “Hi” and kissed her temple. “I’ll be right back,” he said. 

As he put his things away and changed into more comfortable clothes, Sawyer could hear the song he whistled on his lips getting louder as he returned to the kitchen.

Even if she found his carefree mood annoying lately, she couldn’t deny him his happiness. Her heart hurt knowing there was an excellent chance he wouldn't be humming or whistling much in the days to come. Because Ethan Ramsey didn't see kids in his future. He said as much two and a half years ago. When she had asked him the question, the fMRI scan of his brain confirmed it.

Ethan stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her from neck to cheek. He greeted her with a proper kiss when she turned her face toward him. "How was your day off, baby?" he asked.

Baby. 

Sawyer hesitated before answering. With his hand splayed over her stomach, she wanted to say, "It was shocking, and I'm terrified to tell you because it's going to change everything." 

Instead, she shrugged and answered with a deceiving truth. "I went for a jog, ran some errands, and waited for test results."

Ethan kissed her temple again and gently moved her to the side to take over dinner prep. "Stop stressing over those test results, Rookie. You've got nothing to worry about."

Sawyer stepped behind him to hide the mist gathering in her eyes. She squeezed him around the waist, and to herself, she said, "Please let that be true."  

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[immaturityofthomasastruc]

Two things.

1. If you were to rewrite Gabriel's redemption arch, how would you do it? Just curious.

2. Thinking about it, a good way to neutralize Hawk Moth/Shadow Moth (before he ever stole all the miraculouses from Marinette) would be getting rid of his voice by using the power of the miraculous of the roaster, (to get the power to steal his voice), silencing him forever would make him unable to manipulate anyone, would make him unable to akumatize anyone, because he needs to convince them, and for that, he needs to speak to his victims, and for him to do that, he needs his voice.

He wouldn't be unable to command Nooro, he wouldn't be able to transform, being unable to speak, he wouldn't be able to use a miraculous altogether.

Because to use a miraculous, you need to give your Kwami orders, you need to speak, you need a voice. It would serve as a one punishment, and you basically make him harmless!

Maybe he could try get around this rule, or ask Nathalie to continue his work, but at this point, would she be even interested? It could even serve as an oportunity to force him into changing and getting over Emilie.

And it would be so funny, watch a character who clearly loves to listen to himself, forced into eternal silence.

I suppose I'd show Gabriel as actually being a decent parent to Adrien, obviously cut out "Cat Blanc" and "Ephemeral", and have his redemption end with him in prison like the end of the movie.

That would honestly be a very fitting punishment for Gabriel, though the show would probably use the whole "tHe RoOsTeR cAn'T gRaNt WiShEs" crap to veto that.

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The Golden Ratio - Chapter 5

(The following story contains male weight gain, food play, BDSM, kidnap, encouragement, and feeder/feedee scenarios. If that's not for you, then go to church or something vanilla dude.

This takes place during and after the events of the One-Piece film GOLD. For a better experience see the film on your local streaming service.

This story is written in collaboration with @bee-wg)

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Tesoro

My collection has added a new member to its roaster, a fat pig that's in denial of being a fat pig. It's so entertaining to see someone capable of stuffing themselves for hours on the most decadent of foods just to react as if nothing happened.

And while my enjoyment of Roronoa's obliviousness has been good, It’s time to see his reaction to facing the facts. Of course, there is no reason to mess with his learning so far, so I made sure he had enough incentives to reinforce those ideas.

I used my abilities to amplify his appetite through the first few weeks of his time here, but with the increasing size of meals, his stomach has grown used to the massive portions. Now and then I had to help him, and by this point, his body was craving food constantly without my help.

Getting him used to overeating is just a part of the puzzle, of course, what he ate was also a big reason why he got to this point. There are ingredients in this world with high concentrations or chemicals that the human body can absorb even after cooking them thoroughly. From the meat of the Galula bird, which stores fat rapidly from the low meals it gets as a way of survival, to the syrup of the Alubarna cactus, which stores incredible amounts of liquids from a few drops of water per year. They all produce side effects on the body after being consumed in the right amounts.

Unbeknown to Roronoa, he has been eating these types of ingredients for a while now, and by the marks on the back of his pants, I can tell the cactus syrup is doing its job of making his ass self-lubricate.

The other chemicals in the food will show signs of helping him in due time. For now, I just need him to continue indulging in the food.

As I enter the Greenhouse, I hear slurps, groans, and moans in the distance. Oh, this is going to be good. I stroll through the zoo, hearing him make a pig of himself and basking in the pleasure of a full stomach. Edging on, with my toy inside him, desperately trying to cum without avail, using that energy to fill himself even more.

When I finally got to his cage, I was surprised. He’s hunching over the trough, eating like his life depends on it, but most outstanding of all, I found him just as he is cumming against the trough’s front. Has this idiot found out how to cum from a full stomach before even touching his dick?

I laugh at his display, then he hears me, and his head turns towards me. His eyes are wide open, all the color of his face flushed away to suddenly re-emerge all red with embarrassment.

“Ready to admit you are nothing but a pig?”

He gets away from the trough, pulls his pants back up, and replies, “I'm not a pig!”

He looks at me defiantly once he is fully clothed and back on his feet.

“There is the trough. I told you I couldn't eat the whole thing, even if I wanted to,” Roronoa said.

I glance at the trough. It’s almost empty, but food is still there.

“You were so close to finishing it, though,” I say mockingly.

“It doesn't matter. As long as there is food on the trough, I prove my point,” he said with a smile.

“You were right,” I replied.

His smug grin grows, but it goes away as soon as I say, “Then you won't mind coming back to my office as a wall trophy, won't you?”

He stays quiet, looking at me evaluating his options.

“No more troughs of food since you don't need it. After all, you are a determined and disciplined pirate hunter.”

“Don't pretend like I have a choice on the matter. You will only do whatever you want,”

He looked straight into my eyes and added, “But if I had to choose, of course, I wouldn't want to go into that wall,”

With a chuckle, I replied, “Then don't worry Roronoa, I will keep you here,”

He looked surprised, and I continued “Since you proved me wrong, see this as a price. I will let you stay here as you want, but mark my word. The longer you stay here, the more you will turn into a pig,”

“Tell yourself that if you want, but I already proved my point,”

He turns to the bed on the other end of the cage. While he walked there, I noticed a large dark spot marked on the back of his pants. The Alubarna cactus syrup was affecting him more than I had anticipated.

Checking on the side panel of the cage, I ran through the ingredients used for his meal. I accidentally doubled the quantity of cactus syrup in his food. No wonder he’s so drippy. His ass must be pouring enough lubrication to fill a bottle of lube per hour.

While it’s entertaining to see him devolve into the hog I know he is, I can't deny it makes me frustrated to see him pleasuring himself without me taking some part of it. Looking into the values of the cactus syrup gives me an idea, I will leave them as they are. He will need that lubrication after all.

I throw one of my rings at him, which changes into a string of gold that slits its way to him. As soon as he noticed, he recoiled in the cage. There is no point in running away, and he should know it by now. The golden string climbs his leg and enters his pants through the open fly while he tries to get it off him.

“What are you doing? Where is that thing going?”

He pushes his pants down to reveal a brand-new cock cage. Then, a golden cock emerges from the floor of the cage.

“I noticed you learned how to cum on your own, and since you will be here all alone and bored, this will keep you busy,” I said, pointing at the thing standing proudly on the floor.

“What does any of that have to do with these things?”

“That cage makes your dick more useless than it already was, and that dildo will help you to figure out how to come through your ass. Look at it as a new learning experience while you wait,”

“It doesn't make anything clearer. What do you expect me to do with that?”

“Be creative Zoro, and that reminds me, you won't be able to use the dildo with that plug still inside you,”

With another movement of my hand, the plug on his butt starts to change.

“Those are anal beads. They can give deeper stimulation. I’m sure you will get used to them,”

He grunts and tries to see what happened behind his back while I turn around and start to walk away.

“You can't just leave like this! You golden dick-obsessed maniac,” he yells.

“Of course I can, you said it. I will do whatever I want. Have fun,” I said with a maniacal laugh before exiting the zoo.

Zoro

The golden bastard got here at the worst moment. After the two hours passed he found me mid-climax, head deep into the trough. Thankfully, he believed my lie about eating just part of the first trough. He even kept me in this cage instead of the wall.

It would be an improvement to my current situation if not for the “cock cage” wrapped around my dick. If that wasn't enough, the plug that kept most of my butt juice in place has turned into an “anal bead,” and my ass is free to drip like a faucet. There is also the “dildo” now adorning the cage, but I'm not going to think about it if possible.

Regardless of all these things, what that gold idiot doesn't know is that I cummed all I needed for the time being. While he returns to his office thinking he can play around with me, all I have to do is sit back, relax, and wait for this to be over.

If only it were that simple. For the rest of the day, I tried in vain to rest, but the heat inside of me kept roaring. It could be the occasional vibration from the beads or the constant temptation of the food, but I pace around the cage, desperately trying to figure out a way to relieve this repressed energy.

Hours later, my stomach demanded food. I tried to will myself not to eat as much, but between the hunger and lust filling me, the battle was lost before it began. I ended up filling myself to the brim, and yet my craving for release was still unfulfilled. There is something else I’m missing.

While every animal in the zoo was deep in sleep, all I could do was rub my distended stomach while hoping I could devise a plan for tomorrow.

The next morning, I’m awoken by the sunlight shining through the glass panels of the greenhouse. Most of my morning is spent trying to find a way to solve my trapped dick problem. I could try again to eat myself into cumming, but I choose not to.

For some reason, I think the key to this situation is the dildo, and as much as I want to ignore it, I can't get the words of Tesoro out of my head.

“That dildo will help you to figure out how to come through your ass”

Is it even possible for a man to come with something like this? Ever since the beginning, Tesoro seems to find entertainment in seeing me struggle with concepts he deems simple. First were the massages, then the gourmet food, and now it's this. In all those moments he still wanted me to figure it out eventually. Maybe he is telling the truth, and this dildo could get me over the edge.

I get closer to the dildo, pointing up from the floor, trying to figure out how to use it until I feel a vibration inside me. an idea pops into my head instantly.

My feet stand apart from one another as the golden dildo rests directly under me. The liquid from my ass falls on top of the golden object as I slowly crouch, getting my asscheeks closer to the tip of the dildo.

This will be the first time I have control over how this part of me gets stimulated. The massages at Tesoro’s table or the plug he makes me wear usually do as they please, without much of my input. Having control over this makes me feel more at ease. I can always pull out and try something else.

I continued to lower myself until the tip touched my skin. The cold material makes me shudder. It's still shocking to think anyone could cum from doing this, but after all I’ve been through here, I'm willing to believe anything.

The dildo was bigger than the plug, so I felt it opening its way in. When the head finally makes it inside I have to hold a whimper. As it continues, filling every nook and cranny of my ass, an electric current runs up my spine.

I go slow, letting my butt adapt but it caught up fast, maybe from all the liquid leaking from my it or the plug stretching me for this long. In any case, I could feel the golden dildo stimulate me to a whole new level.

Inch by inch, the dildo disappears between my cheeks until I feel it clashing against something. Upon contact, the anal beads Tesoro left inside me release a static shock as they vibrate violently. The sensation makes me lose balance and I drop to the floor, getting fully impaled by the golden dildo. I can't stop a yelp from escaping after that. Not only is the dildo fully inside me, but the electricity of the beads makes me see stars.

I instinctively pull myself up. when my buttcheeks are no longer grasping the floor, the vibrations and electricity stop. Something else reacted when I pulled out; the stamps Tesoro got on my nipples moved slightly. Pulling myself slowly off the dildo made the stamps come back to life. They pinched and sucked my nipples the more I pulled out. The sensation was new and electric, but when the head of the dildo was out of me, the stamps stopped moving.

I caught my breath for a second and thought of what just happened. Is this what sex feels like? I only know it's supposed to feel good, and while the idea of a dildo making me weak to my knees is a bit odd, I can't deny what is making me feel now.

I could get back to bed now, ignore the craving inside me, and pretend this is not happening. But what kind of man would I be to back down from a challenge?

Determined to bring myself to cum, I drill the dildo back into me. The pleasure increases the faster I move, but I'm missing the shock from before. It stung, sure, but the pleasure it left afterward was undeniable. So I brace myself and dive completely into it.

Before long, I was in a steady rhythm up and down, riding the dildo. This is working better than I expected. The electricity building inside my ass makes my knees tremble while the pleasure rushing from my nipples makes me moan.

Sweat rolls from my brow as I speed up, pursuing that rush from the dildo and the stamps. My blood boils, my ass shoots me with so much pleasure all I see is white. Even then, my nose catches the scent of food, and I know what I need to make this perfect. As I feel the heat of my body simmer into a boil, my hands reach into the trough, grabbing whatever they can. A piece of meat makes it into my mouth, its juice dripping into my chest as I fully collapse on the dildo.

The shock from the dildo mixed with the taste of the food made me boil over. My body spazzed wildly, moans escaping me while my ass contracted around the golden dildo. Thick liquid gushes all over the floor while the feeling of the raw climax continues. It kept going longer than any other orgasm I have experienced before. My moan grows so loud the animals around my cage get spooked, and before long, the whole zoo is in uproar.

After that, I stood up only to collapse on the bed. My dick remained trapped in its cage, my cheeks were glossy with thick butt juice, all of my body reeking from the workout of a lifetime, and yet I was strangely satisfied. I felt the same post-workout glow as I did pumping iron on Sunny. It helped me to finally get a full night of sleep.

The next five days were spent mastering this new way of dealing with my needs. I would mix the pleasure from the dildo, the nipple stamps, the anal beads, and the food to constantly relieve myself. By the next time Tesoro came back to see me at the cage, everything was saturated with the smell of cum, ass juice, food, and sweat.

His steps are audible from afar. Luckily, I “cleaned” around the cage before he arrived, using the water of the last trough refill. So, I waited for him to arrive at my bed, rubbing my stuffed belly from my last meal.

He stepped in front of the cage looking at me with his usual grin. After some taps on the screen beside the cage, he asked, “Ready to admit you are a pig?”

“Not even close,” I replied.

He laughed before saying, “How can you lay back in your pen, with a belly full of food, and say that with a straight face?

I just shrug at him with a smile.

“Oh Roronoa, I was surprised to see the infamous pirate hunter fall to indulgence so easily. The first day when you ate the two troughs of food, I thought it was just a slip of yours. But after these past two days of endless hedonism? I had to come here and see it with my own eyes,” he said.

“You knew?!” I replied.

“Of course, if the hundreds of Den Den Mushis were not enough,”

He taps the screen beside the cage and adds, “These panels carry all of the data of the animals inside them, including but not limited to the number of refills you had on a day,”

I stay silently looking at him, his grin made every cell in my body enraged. This bastard knew what I was doing from day one and still acted dumb just to see me as a fool? While I got off on the dildo, or when I ate trough after trough of food, even when I covered my tracks in case he came back. What is his problem?

“Would you like to hear how many pounds of meat you had yesterday? I was shocked when I saw the number,” he said mockingly.

“What do you want? I'm sure you didn't just come here to mock me,”

“You want to cut down the chase? Perfect! Say it then, admit I was right,”

I look at him defiantly and reply, “Not happening,”

He shrugged, moving to the panel before adding, “The pig that wants to be a real man. As a merciful man, I will help you. After all, Gran Casino is the place to make dreams come true,”

“Quit talking in riddles.”

“You can stay here all you want, but the amount of food you get will be limited. You would go mad in a few days if I did regular human portions. Since I'm merciful, I will give you slightly bigger portions than the average person.”

“Pfft, I have survived in the worst conditions. I don't even need extra.”

“That was before. Now you are more in tune with your true self, as a needy, hungry, pig,”

He moved closer to the door of the cage and said with a wide grin, “The only way I will take you back to my office with the endless supply of food is if you admit you are nothing but a hog. Until then, enjoy your stay here, pirate hunter. Who knows, maybe you will prove wrong this time around.

His demented laughter drowned the zoo. It was drumming in my ears until he finally exited the place.

If he thinks I will break so easily just from a small cut in rations, he is mistaken. Even after months of excess eating under Tesoro’s pressure, I'm still a seasoned and hardened swordsman. The past few days are just a slip-up. Next time he shows his face here, I will show him what I'm made of.

The first day I was restless as always, my stomach rumbled shortly after my first meal. I tried to distract myself by getting off with the dildo but without the food to accompany it, the sensation pales in comparison. The feeling of fullness in my ass now felt dull without something to munch in my mouth. That didn't stop me from trying, the constant energy inside of me continued to grow with the days and so did my desperate attempts to get off. I would pull harder on the nipple stamps, push against the dildo hoping it would go just a bit deeper, and even try to break the dick cage, but everything was in vain.

My stomach is constantly hungry now, begging me for more food at every hour. During the first few days whenever the trough activated to deliver me a meal, I would be so hungry I devour it in a few bites. After two days of doing that, I have resorted to slowly going through my three meals, savoring every little piece of them. Cheap ass Tesoro, Grand king of frauds can't pay for a miserable fourth meal a day.

Soon, I realized I craved something to chew on for most of the day. I got by by keeping the small bones of the meat in my mouth for a while.

One of the days I tried to bring myself to climax, curiosity took the best of me. I really shouldn't have done it, but a part of me missed the messages from Tesoro’s table, in retrospect no one's taken care of me like that before. I was always on my own, even on the ship I was mostly in the training room.

That's how I ended up massaging myself. I raised my legs, trying to get easier access to my butt, getting my fingers inside, and reaching the same places the golden hands touched. My attempts helped in releasing stress but also made me more horny than before. When I was finished I put my hand on my face in defeat and was hit with the thick fluid that now drenches my ass. I wiped it in disgust but some of it landed on my lips, as I tried to get it off I couldn't prevent myself from tasting it.

It was oddly sweet, with a tangy aftertaste. Not what I was expecting of something coming off my ass. But after some thought, it's not so bad. I mean it's only natural to lick a cut once it's bleeding. Then I noticed the dildo again, the thing was coated most of the day with this liquid, I wondered if it tasted the same.

The quietness of the zoo got me like this. In any other circumstance I would have run away from this line of thought, but with nothing to do for hours, any idea becomes a good one to try out. I get down to the dildo’s level and see the thick coat of butt juice dripping from it. I brace myself for a moment before putting the tip of my tongue on it.

It's sweet as well. The metal of the dildo gives it an extra something I can't put my finger on, something magnetic, whatever it is, I stayed absent-mindedly licking at the pole until it was clean.

The only sounds I heard within the cage were made by me or the animals in the other cages. In the silence I started to rationalize with myself, Things like how hungry I am, or how I wouldn't be so used to eating these huge servings if not for Tesoro. I've been on his ship for roughly a month and a half, no wonder my stomach has gotten used to being full twenty-four-seven. But… he wasn't here at the cage when I ate trough after trough of food, he let me make my own choices, and I still choose to eat. I put my hands over my stomach with the extra heft that has formed since I arrived here. All of this… belly is in part my doing, not his.

My nights are filled with me rolling around the bed, hearing the roaring of my insides. I expected my stomach to adapt to the new portions but every day I feel increasingly desperate for food. My days become a haze of trying again and again to get off, cleaning the dildo off from my ass juice, eating the miserable, tiny, small meals I get, and trying to keep my strengths for the next time Tesoro shows up here.

How is the rest of the crew doing? Sometimes, the sounds of the animals distort in the dark of night and they almost sound like their snores. When they come back and see me like this, would they mind? Will they assume I got this soft out of pressure? or out of my own weakness. Can I pursue my dreams? Damn, help my captain pursue his dream? If I'm not able to keep myself strong in the face of this trial?

I know he is keeping me here as a prisoner, the bastard is an egocentric maniac with a god complex. But I didn't have it so bad under his care. Even when the idea of bending the knee for him makes me want to bite my tongue off, I can't deny that the idea of going back to his office is becoming less egregious as the days roll by.

The rumbling of my gut becomes a grim reminder of my excess in the last days. If I had just left that damn food alone, I wouldn't be in this much pain. The few moments when my stomach is satiated are my only solace, and while I know food is also the reason my body clutches in pain, I make the mental note that from now on, any chance to avoid these hunger pangs will be my priority.

After years of dedication, how could I allow myself to be perverted by such simple things? A piece of meat or a slice of cake is all it takes to get me out of commission? What a joke.

The haze of hunger and lust clouds my eyes for the following days. Time passes with me waiting beside the trough, cursing every second I wasn't satisfied, or riding the dildo trying to scratch that itch inside of me.

Like my appetite, my butt juice production has increased since I got into this cage. Now my butt gushes liquid all over the place; the sweet scent of it saturates the air and drowns me. At first, I tried to clean it the best I could, but now I just let it pool all over the place. It’s going to get like that anyway, so what is the point?

It’s been five days since Tesoro came to cut my rations and left me here to starve. I'm at my limit. My belly jiggles while I ride on the dildo, the motion reminds me I’m not actually dying; it just feels like it. The sweat of my body gleams under the sun rays that enter the greenhouse. At that moment the trough brought my lunch. I try to savor the food slowly, but even then it's over too fast. My eyes fixate on the empty trough as my belly grumbles for more.

For how long will he keep this farce? Pretending like he is doing me a favor, pretending like he cares, everything has been nothing but an act. He is just entertaining himself by torturing my ass. If he is going to kill me or keep me in his wall, he might as well just do it! I'm sick of it all, sick of this hunger, sick of the eternal lust, sick of this stupid cage.

“I am a Pig! Now end this bullshit!” I yelled.

What a waste of time, I'm screaming to the void. If anything, the security guy will have a quick laugh at my expense. The golden bastard most likely got bored of me and is torturing some other poor soul on this ship. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that after all this torture, I could be so easily tossed aside. His attention is dangerous, it's depraved, and voyeuristic, but I wouldn't mind being at the center of it all if it means getting the fuck out of here.

I throw myself on the floor, the sticky coat of sweat splashing against my skin as I let the sun cook me for now. I don't know how long it passes, but I hear steps in the distance. It could be an animal in their cage or my imagination. It's not like anyone will come here for me. Even if the crew came back for me, they wouldn't look for a pig in the zoo.

“It took you long enough, Roronoa Zoro,” said Tesoro, standing at my cage.

I was almost happy to hear that asshole’s voice. My brain ran a mile per hour calculating what to say. But before I could mutter a word he said, “I want you to say it in front of me,”

I grit my teeth for a second, my rumbling gut makes me change my tune fast as I mumble, “I’m a pig.”

His usual psychotic smile, which generally gives me the creeps, is nowhere to be seen. In its place, an honest smile as he opens the cage. Maybe he hasn’t lost interest in me.

“Okay Roronoa, let's get you cleaned up. You reek,” he said with a chuckle.

Does the stupid bastard think I don’t have the surveillance Den Den Mushi here?

Whether he finished the trough or not is not the point, but the fact that he was willing to eat so much for the sake of pleasure. If two hours in the cage were enough to drive him this rowdy, a week would render him nothing but a slut hog.

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[tozawas]

Hellloo, you seem cool so I thought I'd come here as a wrestling noob and ask if you mayhaps have any match recommendations for me to watch? There's a lot to get into lol

This is so exciting yes ofc!!!

(I fear I've been watching for about a year, so some of these picks might be kinda basic but! I did my best)

NJPW

Hiromu Takahashi vs El Desperado - BOSJ Final

PEAK OF THEIR FEUD

Ring work is amazing and is only elevated by the story they tell in this match alone

Their best match imo

Kenny Omega vs Jay White - New Beginning, 2018

Bullet Club Bullet Clubbing

Omega/White are always gonna put on bangers

And then everyone kills Kenny

Shinsuke Nakamura vs Kazuchika Okada - G1 Climax 24

New Japan Nakamura is peak

Okada being the legend he is

Honestly for New Japan any match with Okada/Tanahashi/Omega/Ishii/Naito/Nakamura/Shibata is sure to be amazing

Also it is a ppv and idk if you can still buy it but the Despe-Invitacional is SO GOOD. Despy is an amazing booker and it helped be find out about a lot of wrestlers outside of NJPW

AEW

Ricochet vs Will Osprey vs Konosuke Takashita - WrestleDream, 2024

All of the high flying that was Ricochet v Osprey - BOSJ 23, broken up Takashita's strongstyle

So no matter which style you prefer, you're gonna get a good amount of it

Hikaru Shida v Serena Deeb - Dynamite 10/27/21

Now I'm not a fan of Deeb but she can pull some very impressive matches

Shida is a beast in the ring and I'd recommend just about any of her matches (look at her vs Nyla or Mercedes for more)

Swerve Strickland v Adam Page - Full Gear 2023

Teaxas Death match so be cautious if that's not your thing

Their entire fued is worth looking over PLEASE

Hangman has a way in making his death match so emotional and beautiful and it's just amazing to watch

All of AEW's shows and ppv for 2019 are available to watch on Max, so I would highly recommend checking that out aswell

WWE

Drew McIntyre v Gunther v Sheamus - WrestleMania 39

Hard hitting triple threat

Three great in ring workers who all have chemistry with eachother

McIntyre continues to be underutilized by the wwe and overhated by the fans so I'd recommend looking more into him

IYO SKY v Asuka - SmackDown 9/22/23

Ppv level match on a weekly show

These two have been working with eachother for so long and they know how to put on a good match

Charlotte Flair vs Rhea Ripley - WrestleMania 39

Just watch it. It's so good

With Charlotte officially coming back too, you can really see how good she is

These don't go too far back but I have no clue about anything pre 2016ish to be so real. But for wwe specifically it's pretty easy to jump in wherever. I'd recommend diving into specific rivalries than trying to consume the entire history of everything. But that's just imo

NXT

Shinsuke Nakamura vs Sami Zayn - TakeOver: Dallas

Literally can't make a best match lost without talking about this match

Im not even a fan of Zayn but no one can deny how brilliant this match is

Really shows off Shinsuke and it's a bit bittersweet knowing that he's never been properly used in the wwe

Adrian Neville vs Finn Bálor

Once again, Finn is routinely pushed aside on the main roaster

Any of his NXT matches are worth watching but I picked this one because they both have pretty similar styles Ira it's so cool seeing them work against eachother

Guilia vs Sol Ruca vs Stephenie Vaquer vs Wren Sinclair vs Zaria - Deadline 2024

The current NXT women's roaster is absolutely stacked and this is the perfect showcase of it

Common pick but for a very good reason

I've been a fan of Guilia and Stephenie's stuff since before they've been on NXT an they are truly one of a kind wrestlers

NXT has gone through a lot of changes over the year, but I think it's consistently really good (sometimes even better than the main roaster).

Anyways! I hope this is helpful in any sort of way 🙏 I had fun making this list. I think you're super cool too and thank you for the ask (can we be friends?!)

[hungnitan]

HSR x Fate UBW coming in Q3 2025 !

(I write these in mind for anyone doesn't know Fate series at all)

For now it's unknown will it come with stories or just skin or full pack with playable UBW character

Not long ago HSR had interview with FGO team, the magazine only release their Q&A but considering both side love each other project, these collab shouldn't really suprising. If there's suprising fact is why only UBW not FGO directly ? Since there is no info about collab details, let's make some analysis for now :

FGO especially Fate series is really big world ! If you need comparasion, it's not only Honkai Impact world but all Hoyoverse become one and you need to know at least a bit of each title to make sense about Fate series !

Continuing point above, which is the reason they gave us years for this collab ! Their developer consider years should be enough for player to quick read most Fate series franchise (lol)

Fate as whole already into their 20 years old now so it's kinda impossible for anyone to learn that series from start (even I only know fifty percent of it). So to make it simple, they just pick their well known franchise but not making players too confused about their world building which is Fate Stay Night. UBW is decent choice considering what's happened with other two.

If anyone need comparasion, UBW kinda like GGZ in term of popularity and reminiscing (lol) while FGO kinda like former Genshin in term of popularity.

I kinda saw FGO pretty desperate nowdays or maybe they're already out of idea to promote Fate series onward. For anyone doesn't know, FGO was the king of mobile gacha games but after Genshin release their revenue drop sharply and with more Chinese gacha games out lately, you can say now it's their lowest situations so to be honest Fate series feels like gonna dying sooner or later which is this collab came.

I can say for sure that this collab came from HSR side since those otaku ops growth like now while watching/reading Fate series (lol) so I think there's no way HSR or even Fate team will slack off especially for storytelling since it's Fate main selling (if there's one for collab later lol)

Onto collab prediction since it's specifically UBW, means the main character is either Rin or/and Emiya. Maybe anyone still not read questionable leaks but there's info this collab need two version to finish means there's at least four and max six new character avaliable later. Considering UBW stories, I can think of Saber and Gilgamesh or maybe Kirei can join the roaster too.

Now for everyone who doesn't know Fate series and need pointer for later collab, first please watch Fate Stay Night, it have three titles with same story premise but different PoV with different ending (Fate Stay Night 24 episode -> Fate Stay Night Unlimited Blade Works 1 movie -> Fate Stay Night Heaven's Feel 3 parts movie). Next it's Fate Stay Night prologue, Fate Zero 24 episode and you're good to breakthrough the collab only.

Sounds simple right, which is the reason they choose Unlimited Blade Works for collab. If FGO, you could swarm yourself with 9 years FGO lore materials + other works with and without "Fate" titles on it (lol)

[demonyawa]

this is not much an ask but I just want to say thank you and all the people in the Until Then Dev Team for making such a wonderful and awesome of a game. From the story, ambience, color, to the music, background (omg I just go nut on how the background just have that realistic but familiar pixel vibes to it), funny quirks and emotional moments, the game just flow at such a pace that just completely got me hooked from start to finish. Especially right at the last chapter where I continuously played for 5 hours straight without leaving my seat and didn’t notice it was early morning until I notice the bright morning light and heard the sound of the morning roaster wikdkdkxmx

But yeah, thank you and the Until Then team for an incredible experience. Hope you guys can pop off even more and looking forward to more projects from you or any of the Until Then peps :DD

(P.S: I didn’t know that we can still continue even after the ending. So I guess new game plus in the second loops wooooooo)

UNTIL THEN GAME SPOILERS

Helloooo sorry for the late answer ngl life got the best of me! I just want to say a sincere thank you for this message and I will pass it along to the devs. We really love how much you believe our work has touched you and ig also thank you for appreciating the backgrounds!!! (hehe me and colleagues worked hard on making them feel like home : ]) I hope you can play things like To the Moon trilogy, Oxenfree, or Life is Strange which were also influences for Mickole in the writing, music direction, and aesthetic of the game. Thank you!!!!

[starythewriter]

JACK harlows secret slut PT 1

I got an update for y’all, “Jack Harlows sercet slut” series might be the most extensive/long one I’ll ever write, but you’ll still get Kol, the originals, Wolverine etc… just wait for everything to work itself out and my masterlist will be coming out very soon. No dates yet. But soon

A/N 7/11/23: YALL- I’m releasing the 2nd part of “Jack Harlows secret slut” & a wolverine story si get prepared! If each story gets 30 notes EACH, I’ll DROP my masterlist! Which will include every story and series I’ve written! As I plan to expand but for now the roaster is as follows:

Jack Harlow

Vinnie hacker

Wolverine/Logan

KOL Mikaelson!

you see Jack from across the room, you look at him and he looks back… you give him a smile and continue walking you arrive at the bathroom, to fix your lipstick… later as you walk out you run into Jack Harlow… you feel flustered as he looks at your curves in your green fancy dress, “you look amazing darling”-Jack.

“thank you your not so bad yourself so cute and handsome at the same time”-Y/N.

The two of you had been going steady for a while now… you were his best friend, well kind of but more than friends… you guys were really happy together… you looked into each other's eyes and gave each other a kiss on the cheek you could taste sweet honey and mint… you started to makeout and you lured him into a middle room locking the door, he started to tease your thighs. He was a gentleman and didn't take liberties with you, only making love to you softly and slowly… that is until you pulled away “you want to finish this right”

‘yes I do’ he responded

You walked around the table kissing Jack passionately your hands wandered over his torso… you could feel him grow hard as you reached his crotch, the heat radiating off of him was overwhelming.. Your lips touched and you moaned into his mouth as his hand reached under your skirt… his finger slipped into you and your moans turned to screams as you felt him slide up and down inside of you… you pushed his finger deeper in and he continued thrusting inside you… you came all over his shirt you were both completely covered in hickeys and bites and marks of pleasure, you kissed him again and again as his fingers began to pull away. You felt empty without him inside you…so he kept going, you moaned….

You groaned, “fuck JACK” he smiled as he enjoyed seeing you so fucking lewd… you then switched and got on top of Jack to start riding his dick while he moaned your name he worshipped you “oh fuck- Y/N- your so good… your thighs, legs everything about you is so fucking- good.., and your so skilled- ah- fuck- OH- y-yes”

You picked up the speed earning more moans from him… he flipped you and thenhe stood up and put his tux jacket on he leaned in for a quick peck. “we'll pick this up tomorrow night, have fun darling” he smiled

“you too” you said smiling back you waited till he left your apartment.

the end.

TAGLIST FORM

[wizerdraws]

We're gonna drop work on Tide Lock for the near future and focus on our other project for now. Here's everything we heave for Tide Lock so far (heavy spoilers)

Long ago on the planet where the events take place on, when it was still counting days, there lived dragon people who left a lot of history behind, from the birth of their species to its eventual collapse. Once they found the technology to let them stay awake during the night, despite being cold blooded, they started worshipping the stars. They also had a beautiful language, which has outlived them. There was also a bird-like species, which had four eyes to keep track of the sky above them for any predators. When the planet got Tide Locked most Ancients and all of those birds fled to the terminator, some stayed at the substellar point, expecting a tropical climate and others, who were devout priests of the stars, stayed at the antistellar point. Eventually all water at the substellar point dried up and the terminator ran out of resources and the Ancients went extinct, but those birds lived on, eventually developing sapience. They then build civilization up until..

Enter Adanna Light, a person who is gonna become a prominent archeologist and uncover the secrets of the Ancient culture, but right now she's still a kid, and her brother is still alive. He's all the things you'd expect from a normal kid - playful and reckless, which serves to his downfall, quite literally. One day when he and his sister were flying he got a little to careless and flew into the strong air current of the upper atmosphere and fell to the Dark side of the planet. Adanna feels responsible for this and she continues to carry her guilt. She then joins the archeological team, where she becomes more and more closed off. The roaster rotates, up until she is the oldest person in the team. By that time two other archeologists have joined the team Ebere Ling - a dedicated linguist and Kariuki Wata. He reminds Adanna a lot of her brother, and then his ghost starts haunting her.

The expeditions go as planned, but in the background some tensions start building, namely, the one between Adanna and Kariuki. Adanna doesn't want to reexperience the pain of losing her little brother, and therefore pushes Kari away, while also being dismissing him because her brother relied on her heavily. The tension breaks when the team encounters her brothers corpse while exploring the Dark side. Adanna herself breaks and goes on a suicide mission to the antistellar point, almost freezes to death, but in time she is saved by Kari with Ebere helping him

Okay that's all

[spaciousreasoning]

Diabetes Under Control

One week from today it will be Christmas Day. There is actual blue sky showing through the clouds this morning. No fog to be seen. And no rain in the forecast.

My blood sugar bumped up a few points, to 147. My A1C results came in overnight: 6.8. For someone with diabetes, a value under 7% indicates their diabetes is well controlled. I got a call before 9 a.m. from the PCP’s office to let me know the results. They confirmed that I’m doing a good job controlling my diabetes. So did the diabetes care specialist who called a little bit later.

After having our coffee and doing the usual brain games, we headed down to Creswell for more sourdough bread as well as the chipotle ham brioche breakfast sandwiches. Then we returned to Down to Earth for some non-garden shopping, followed by a mocha from the Farmers Union Coffee Roasters to go with the gingerbread muffin we had also bought at the Creswell Bakery. After that, we went by Rooted Remedies so Nancy to pick up some more things.

Once we got home we took a bit of a nap. Then we started out on a walk together. Nancy made it 1.55 miles. I finished the walk with a total of 4.91 miles in an hour and 37 minutes. The average pace was 19:45 per mile and I walked 10,900 steps.

We reserved a spot at Onsen for some hot tub time. Starting a little before 5 p.m. we soaked for a good 45 minutes. We stopped by Mezza Luna in downtown Springfield on the way home for a couple of slices of pizza.

Our streaming for the evening started with Colbert’s Tuesday night show, with guests Elton John and Brandi Carlile. Elton has long been a favorite of mine, starting with his self-named album and continuing through “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.” Brandi first came to my attention with her debut album in 2005, and I continue to be enthralled by her work. It was fun to see them together and to hear about the relationship that has developed between the families of the two musicians.

We followed Colbert with the eleventh episode of the current “Shrinking” season and wrapped up the evening with the final story in the third series of “Dalgliesh.” We have already learned that there will be another series of “Shrinking” on the way. I hope there will be more of “Dalgliesh” as well.

[koskela-knights]

Slow Roasting Love

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56435155/chapters/143403316

I finally started a short, sappy Coffee Shop AU for Tim/Jaakko :D

I hope I can keep it up and finish this whole thing. I have the main outline figured out finally, so I felt confident enough to post the first chapter already

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Preview:

“Aw, we’re going to miss you, Sarah,” Ilmo exclaims as Sheriff Breaker has her last cup of coffee at the Slow Roaster, the one and only local coffee shop of Bright Falls and Watery.

 “Yeah, we’re going to miss you,” Jaakko adds.

“I’m going to miss you guys too,” Sarah sighs. She takes another sip from her cup and raises it. “And I’m going to miss this coffee of yours!”

 “You know the offer, Sarah, we can still bag some of it when you move to New York,” Ilmo reminds her with a playful wink.

The woman smiles and nods. She looks around the small shop. It’s always cozy in here. Even during the rainy days, this place can warm her up as soon as she steps inside.

 “It’s going to be different without such an amazing Sheriff around,” Ilmo continues.

Jaakko quietly agrees while he is cleaning some of the glasses by hand.

 “Hey, don’t worry. My cousin is a great guy too. I’m sure you’ll like him. He should arrive tomorrow, actually.”